Red Glow
Their jaws dropped, Carol and Abby just stared at Belivet. Come again? Abby needed to specify after a considerable while had passed. ”I’m afraid I’m not fully receiving this…”, she commented to Carol, ”was there some trick to get this telepathic shit working?” Carol shot a quick glance at Belivet. You need to be turned on to hear what I say. Although Carol had already figured it out, she blushed all the same. ”Yes, Abigail… it’s the sexual pleasure that gives us access to her musings,” she explained hastily. ”I thought it might be something like that… so, maybe I have cooled off a bit,” Abby pondered, ”mind flashing your boobs at me?” Before Carol had time to protest, Belivet stepped between them. Carol-2015 will do no such thing… you heard me alright.
Only the ugliest survives principle saved me, Belivet repeated. Well, not just me… the Dickheads couldn’t decide who was the ugliest so they allowed three of us to escape the destruction. Carol wished she could’ve returned to Belivet’s lap but hearing the surprising news forced her to get off her feet any way possible. And these other women, are they as ugly as you are? Abby was compelled to ask. Yes, we are all equally hideous – me, Cantrell and Harrison. Belivet looked so saddened, it made Carol profoundly sad as well. Where are your friends? She asked tenderly. It is a part of my mission to get in contact with them, Belivet replied addressing them both in turns.
Abby seemed suddenly very alert. It would be my… ahem, pleasure to help you out in your search. The thought of the two other naked Terezians lost on earth had apparently taken Cate Blanchett’s place. I may need to access Todd-1961 to get in touch with their tracking devices, Belivet continued. What is Todd-1961? Carol inquired enthusiastically. She was after all a highly trained scientist who’d debated with Stephen Hawking yet she had absolutely no idea what Belivet was talking about.
Todd-1961 is a super computer hidden on Earth during the Paris Fashion Week in 2011. Belivet gestured Carol to come closer. Our supreme commander, Sister Alicia, saw this disaster coming and she took all the precautions. Terribly pleased, Carol skipped over to Belivet’s side. The beautiful alien yanked her down on her lap. I need to recalibrate your receptors, she transmitted proceeding to fondle Carol’s nipples under her shirt. ”AAAALRIGHT!” Carol exclaimed nearly jumping in air as Belivet’s heated fingers pinched her pointed peaks.
Why during the Fashion Week? asked Abby trying to ignore the brazen display right in front of her face. Our sisters masqueraded as super models, Belivet explained, they didn’t want to draw attention to themselves. Her chest heaving, Carol closed her eyes in rapture. I don’t think I can take this much longer… Belivet’s fingers stopped. Are you okay, Carol-2015? Regretting her ill-timed musing, Carol pressed her fingers back in their place. Of course… I just think it’s not only the receptors that need calibrating. Belivet looked baffled. I mean there’s so much more to me as well, Carol attempted painstakingly. I never knew one could whine in one’s thoughts, she sighed.
Abby interrupted their bittersweet interplay. Do you have a tracking device as well? Belivet nodded. Yes, it’s located in my groin. It radiates heat within a hundred mile radius. Abby’s interest was piqued indeed. Can I see it? ”Well, she didn’t have any clothes on when she came so it’s not like they could have put it in her pocket or anything,” Carol snapped as if Belivet’s revelation was the most logical thing she’d ever heard. She was grateful Belivet was kind enough to transmit to both of them although she was rather irritated by Abby’s sudden interest in Belivet’s private parts. They were private after all, weren’t they?
There was no private ownership on Planet Terez, Belivet said in an indirect reply to Carol’s question. We shared everything – spheres, greens, our bodies. Abby coughed but Carol knew she was just trying to suppress a nervous giggle. Our weekly hot fusion generated enough energy for the entire Patrician galaxy, a total of 8000 million metric tons of hydrogen each second, Belivet elaborated. ”Are you as eager as I am to inquire what this form of coming together entailed?” Abby asked Carol grinning unabashedly. Carol failed to see the humor in Abby’s lighthearted quip. ”I think we should mind our own business!”
What was that??? Belivet picked up something the other two women hadn’t heard at all. I need to disrobe, she informed getting up. Can you hear it, Carol-2015? Carol tried to listen but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Belivet shoved her hand under her skirt. Can you hear it now? Flustered, Carol finally did hear something – a distant pinging sound echoing from the distance. Close the blinds and turn off the lights, let’s see if I’m receiving.
Abby did as Belivet requested, and by the time she got back, the brunette was lying naked in the middle of the room. Belivet’s arms and legs were spread far apart in a pose that made Carol think of The Vitruvian Man by Leonardo Da Vinci. But it wasn’t actually the way she posed that caught her or Abby’s attention – Belivet’s crotch, breasts and forehead were glowing. The magnificent red light lent a definite brothel vibe to the entire room.
Her entire body starting to writhe, Belivet's hips thrust uncontrollably forward. Her mouth fell open as her movements became more erratic every passing second. A lustful moan escaped her lips right before a typed text appeared on her forehead:
CANTRELL
”Oh, Carol…” Carol turned around to see if it had been Abby who had spoken but even as she was doing so, she knew it couldn’t have been her. Belivet was coming out of her altered state, and Carol could tell she was exhausted. ”You said my name??” Carol whispered to the petite woman still catching her breath on the floor. Belivet’s smile was shy and apologetic. My vocal chords are underdeveloped. She was her telepathic self again.
Cantrell is near but she can’t approach us before dark. ”We need to move her to the bedroom,” Carol commanded Abby, ”she’s spent and she needs to recharge…” You are very kind, Carol-2015, Belivet complimented, but now is not the time. I need to refuel for tonight.
They helped her get dressed again and decided to head for the local diner. There were only so many eggs Carol’s chicken coop could produce each day and she couldn’t risk Belivet getting near the ”feathered pockets” anymore.
”What’ll you have, hun?” The bored and bulky waitress in the Fat Chance Café glanced at Belivet. I would like 200 spheres and a bucketful of spinach, thank you. Carol hastened to interpret Belivet’s silent order. ”Ahem… how many eggs do you have?” she asked apprehensively. ”We have eggs, hun,” the waitress replied impatiently. ”She wants to know the exact number of your egg supply,” Abby clarified shifting uncomfortably on her chair. ”What is this?” the woman with a bad perm questioned. ”Where the hell did you guys escape from?” I come from Planet Terez. Carol was grateful the waitress wasn’t in any way turned on by their presence. ”I’m sorry… ahem, we’re sorry, it’s just that we’re on this high protein diet… you must have heard of it, the Terezian egg surplus? ” Carol explained. The waitress stared at her nonplussed. ”It’s a very efficient one – we eat only eggs and spinach, loads of them…” The waitress picked up her pen from behind her ear. ”Well, why didn’t you say so right away,” she scoffed, ”I know all about diets but haven’t tried that one – I think.” She turned a new page on her order book. ”So how’d ya like ’em eggs?”
All of their orders were identical – 50 raw eggs and four plates of uncooked spinach. Carol had to hold Belivet’s hands to prevent her from digging into her beloved spheres as long as the waitress lingered by their table. ”You know, I myself have absolutely nothing against this homosexual business but this place is frequented by some pretty conservative crowd…” the waitress said noticing their hand holding, ”That’s all I’m saying… enjoy your food,” she concluded winking her eye at Abby.
Seven minutes later the plates were empty. Should we order some more? Carol asked knowing Belivet’s initial order was still fifty spheres short. I’m good, Belivet smiled opening her mouth to a mute burp. ”Did you call work by any chance?” Abby inquired suddenly. ”It’s pretty odd that neither one of us has showed up today… they might think we’ve been obducted by an alien,” she snorted nervously.
Work! Carol hadn’t given NASA a single thought the entire day. ”Bloody hell…” she cursed thinking feverishly what to do about it. ”Can you phone them and make up something? Tell them whatever you like,” she pleaded with Abby. ”Okay…” she acquiesced to, ”I’ll tell them you finally got laid and that the sex was so out of this world, I had to go and see it for myself…” She stepped outside to make the call.
I like Abigail-2015. Belivet took Carol’s hand and squeezed it softly. She loves you very much. Nodding, Carol looked at her eyes, which seemed to change color according to her moods. They were always green but their greenness took upon thousands of nuances like a fresh, reborn forest in May still unspoiled by the unrelenting heat of the summer months. Like million shimmering leaves, Carol thought getting lost in Belivet’s gentle gaze.
It’s getting late, we should head back, Belivet said when Abby had finished her call. Everything was okay at NASA – in fact no one had even noticed their absence; the rest of the staff was badly hungover after Mr Oliver’s wild retirement party that had lasted till 7 o’clock the same morning.
When they made it back to the house, Rindy was there as well. ”Oh hi, Belivet,” she greeted not raising her eyes from her iPhone. How do you do that? Talk to my daughter without turning her on? Carol asked intrigued. It’s the teenage hormones… she’s turned on all the time. Carol found Belivet’s explanation rather troubling but she decided to drop the subject for now.
”Hey, sweetie, do you have plans for tonight?” Carol wanted to hug Rindy but the girl stiffened even before she got close enough to touch her. ”Basketball practice,” Rindy mumbled munching absent-mindedly her sandwich. A wide grin spread on Belivet’s face – a knowing smile that spoke volumes. ”I may grab a milk shake or something with the girls afterwards…” Carol glanced at Belivet who couldn’t stop smirking. ”Okay, sweetie – remember to put your sweaty clothes in the hamper when you get back,” Carol reminded Rindy. ”What? Oh… yeah,” Rindy replied picking up her gym bag.
As soon as Rindy had left, things started moving rapidly. Belivet’s genital region heated up once more taking control of her alien body. The brunette swirled around the room like a compromised compass its magnetic needle pointing wildly every which way. ”She’s not getting an accurate reading,” Abby worried as Belivet’s spinning got more and more uncontrolled. ”I wish there was something we could do,” Carol fretted wringing her hands. There is. Belivet’s voice was weak but Carol could still hear it. You need to magnetise me. Carol approached Belivet not knowing what was expected of her. You must rub it.
Carol was grateful she had her back turned to Abby as a deep red hue took over her entire face. I need to do WHAT? Belivet’s transmission was fading but her eyes were pleading. Rub… meee… down… theeeere.. Carol took a deep breath. I can do this. I will do this for the lost heroines of Planet Terez. She got down on her knees and did her best to stick her hand between Belivet’s legs every time she whirled by. Little by little her circling slowed down – and finally stopped altogether.
Should I keep on doing this? Carol asked palpably aware of Abby’s uproarious outbursts. I can do this – as long as you wa… need me to. Belivet, however, was back to normal. The red glow had sharpened into an intense, small circle that seemed to be aiming its light towards a distinct location. Belivet followed the ray outside as if being pulled by it against her own will.
All three of them stood on the porch trying to track the ray as it traced the outlines of the distant trees. First they couldn’t really distinguish anything out of the ordinary, the darkness appeared the same as always. Then something seemed to grow out of the shadows enveloping Carol’s house, something or rather someone who was approaching them in slow motion.
Finally getting a good look at the stranger, Abby gasped out of surprise. Carol reached out for Belivet’s hand for the sight they gazed upon was nothing short of extraordinary.
Another naked, fabulous brunette had arrived.