Mind Fuck
Sister Alicia’s fateful words still reverberating in the lavishly furnished suite, they all sat down to talk about what was to come. Despite prematurely ejaculating out of their own galaxy Dickheads were definitely on their way – Harrison’s hypersensitive chest had started to resemble a tackily decorated display window with two glowing red bulbs lighting the peaked points of interest. The data was all over her and none of it - excluding Harrison's nipples - was especially uplifting.
Their spaceship will enter the Earth’s stratosphere in approximately twenty hours, Harrison said reading the data on her right wrist. After they’ve landed we have to act quickly if we plan to grant Sister Alicia her last wish. She fell silent hoping her sisters or anyone would come up with a viable plan to thwart the looming apocalypse.
Belivet was unusually quiet her mind clearly elsewhere, which couldn’t help but bother Carol a great deal. Agitated, Cantrell paced the room. She wasn’t one to sit around and wait for the unthinkable. The look in her eyes gave her away – she’d rather go out in a blaze of glory than accept the inevitable like a lamb on its way to slaughter. If it was her time to bite the stardust, she intended to take as many Dickheads as possible with her.
After a weighty silence Belivet closed the meeting. She needed to finish the work she’d started earlier and if her calculations were correct, it would eventually yield the result they hoped for. Desperate to rely on her cautious promise, Abby, Cantrell and Harrison got up to leave the room.
“Mom,” Rindy started touching Carol’s arm, “This is not looking good, is it?” Her voice wavering, she appeared so young and fragile it affected her mother profoundly. Even though Carol wanted to tell her otherwise, she wasn’t one to lie to her daughter. Rindy would’ve been far too clever to listen to any bullshit anyway, she knew. Her fair-haired sixteen-year-old was wise beyond her years and quite capable to understand what was happening and what it could eventually mean to all of them.
“No, I’m afraid not,” Carol spoke making sure her gray gaze never abandoned her daughter’s inquisitive eyes. “But whatever happens, at least we will be together,” she continued softly. She pulled Rindy into a tender embrace, the first one in a very long while.
“Mom…” Rindy’s muffled voice had a curious edge to it. “Since we may all die tomorrow I was wondering…” She paused clearly hesitating to finish whatever it was she meant to say.
“Oh baby, let’s not talk about dying, not just yet anyway…” Carol exhaled troubled by her offspring’s palpable concern – or was it a real concern, she came to think after a while. “What is it, sweet pea?” Carol asked a bit sharper this time.
“Dying’s such a bummer, you know… kinda final…” Rindy blurted out. I’ll say, Carol mused sarcastically. “And there’s so much I haven’t experienced yet…” Carol was suddenly getting a really bad feeling about Rindy’s blabbering.
“Okay, out with it!” Carol said holding onto her shoulders at arms’ length. “What do you want?”
Rindy’s former angelic expression was spiced up with a kinky grin. “We want the dolphin.” She folded her arms defiantly. “After all we are the only ones who haven’t had our share of it so far, and in the light of what is happening, I think it’s only fair to let us experience it once before our downfall.” Rindy seemed to become aware of her rather willful approach so she chose to make it more amenable.
“Over my dead body!” Carol exclaimed drawing others’ attention to their brewing argument. I can’t believe the nerve of that girl!
“What I hear, it can be easily arranged!” Rindy snapped back. If there had been a moment of touching beauty between a mother and a daughter, it was over in a New York minute. Her eyes flaming with anger, Rindy stormed out of the room dragging Harrison with her. “Come on, babe, looks like we’re back to mating surfaces… for now,” she exclaimed furiously. “But luckily there are other ways for you to find out that my beauty is not just skin deep!” Blushing, Harrison was evidently dying to know more.
The heated argument weighed heavily on Carol’s shoulders as she got ready for bed. Belivet was still welding in the dining room so it didn’t look like she would be getting any real action that night either. Belivet had just kissed her gently on the cheek thus apologizing for the work she had to focus on.
Wearing only her favorite plaid robe, Carol got out of the bathroom and uncovered the impressive bed. She was famished yet the hunger she felt was not of the regular kind. Abandoning her robe on the floor she settled between the silk sheets that caressed her muscles like a cool cocoon spun loosely around her body by a benevolent larva.
It didn’t feel like a dream yet it had to be one – an opulent and needy chimera it was, something so sinewy it demanded not only participation but total control. Carol wasn’t lying on her back anymore for she was on her knees between the legs of an unknown woman whose face she couldn’t make out. As she pushed against the stranger’s elevated mound she became aware of the tremendous pleasure deluging her entire body, pricking her nerve ends like shards of rubble digging a widening trench between will and wantonness.
Nearing the ecstasy she both dreaded and yearned for, Carol saw the face below brought slowly into focus. The features weren’t foreign or vaguely familiar - they were markedly Carol's and Carol's alone, and as she plunged one last time into her arresting effigy, she reveled in the epiphany of fucking herself instead of anyone else.
At the zenith of her climax, Carol noticed her mirror-image go slack under the weight of her insistent body. The woman remained immobile yet something within her stirred upwards like a pall of white smoke draining the essence of its former lair. Mellowed by pleasure, Carol couldn’t resist it enveloping her, entering her through the mouth and the nostrils, through all the cavities and crevices still open and insouciant to shield themselves.
Her temples throbbing, Carol tossed wildly on the bed. A knowledge unlike anything she’d ever come in contact with crowded her mind and sprained her brain. Yet it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation, only taxing and tenacious. When Carol opened her eyes again she was lying flat on her back on the dining room table wearing the mink coat. Her arms and legs were tied to the table's corners to form an enticing ‘X’ of her body still naked underneath the loose furs. The alien Carol loved the most was hovering over her and for a second she thought she was being operated by her precious Belivet.
The impressive windows of the penthouse suite were all open but her perfectly exposed body was far from cold. Belivet moved next to her and smiled adorably. She was holding a retracted metal cylinder in her hands. Extended, the device had eight shiny stages, the steely surface of each gleaming triumphantly in the bright light of the new day.
Black clouds moving fast across the sky, darkness fell suddenly upon the room. Naked, Belivet stood on the table and looked down at Carol. Her eyes were filled with celestial love and adoration and Carol knew she was waiting for permission. She smiled back and nodded…
Carol-2015? Belivet was lying next to her on the bed. Is everything alright? You were stirring in your sleep so strenuously I started to worry. Her face was wrought up by what she’d just witnessed.
Gradually Carol became aware of her surroundings, of the king size bed she had managed to muss up completely. Yeah… I’m fine, she mused apprehensively. Are you coming to bed? She wanted to change the subject.
Yes. I think I’m ready. Belivet undressed quickly and got in right next to Carol. Are you sure you’re okay? she said cupping Carol’s face tenderly with both hands.
Carol pulled her close and looked deep into her quaint eyes. Yes, my love. I, too, am ready.
The next morning started with Abby’s surprise: she had ordered breakfast to be served in her and Cantrell’s suite. To call it a breakfast was an understatement of a lifetime for it was nothing short of a sumptuous end-of-the-days-all-you-can-eat buffet fit for any supreme commander.
“Rubble, huh?” Abby quipped sinking her teeth in a juicy persimmon. “Where in fuck’s name do we find all that gravel to bury those nasty dudes in?” She sounded surprisingly lighthearted given it was the dawn of the day of reckoning.
“We need to lead them to a place that has all of it readily available,” Carol replied to others’ as well as her own astonishment. What came next astounded everyone even more. “And I know exactly where…”
Forever suspicious, Cantrell was forking her poached eggs with growing disgust. Oh yeah? she challenged irked by the wobbly sight on her plate. And where is this miraculous spot you know so much about?
Carol remained unfazed by Cantrell’s mocking tone. “Lincoln Tunnel. We’ll blow it all over those motherfuckers. With a few strategically planned strikes the tunnel will cave in and kill them all.” Strangely invigorated, she took a sip of her black coffee.
What a brilliant idea, Carol-2015, Belivet marveled. If done properly, no one will be able to drag their bodies out of there. Beaming at Carol she took a brave bite of a hardboiled egg – only to spit it out of her mouth right after.
They need to be lured there like Sister Alicia said, Harrison commented. I’m willing to volunteer to do it. She looked at Rindy who grew exceedingly worried hearing her decision.
I’ll come with you, Cantrell stated laconically. It’s about time I saw some real action. Noticing Abby’s apparent dismay she squeezed her earthling’s knee. No offense, Abigail-2015. Cantrell’s wasn’t much of a smiley face but this time she managed to whip up a decent one for her human interest.
When was the last time we did laundry? Belivet asked unexpectedly.
I think it was about a week ago, and I am running out of clean underwear, but I don’t really see any point wasting time for it today, Carol transmitted back.
I didn’t mean we’d do laundry, Belivet clarified. I’m actually relieved we haven’t done it recently. Stunned, the remaining four pairs of eyes turned to look at her curiously. They needed an explanation. Harrison and Cantrell are competent decoys, I’ll give you that, but it’s not enough to get the job done.
Carol had a definite hunch of what was coming. Are you thinking of gathering all our dirty panties and creating an irresistible scent trail for the Dickheads to follow? Nodding, Belivet was grinning from ear to ear. Pure genius, Carol acknowledged reciprocating her smile.
“Okay, Rindy and Harrison, get cracking with those panties,” Carol instructed, “and don’t forget the ones we’re wearing now either – everyone, today we’ll all be going commando!”
She turned to face Abby. “Get the car – I don’t really care about your license now – and help them to nail the panties inside the tunnel and around its immediate proximity.”
Abby nodded her meek agreement. As she was about to leave her cell phone started ringing fiercely. “Oh hell, it’s Mrs. Frittenhoff…” she wailed hopelessly.
Peeved, Carol snatched the phone from Abby. “Mrs. Frittenhoff,” she greeted forcefully, “It’s Carol Aird – yes, it’s been a while but enough with the pleasantries…” She drew a quick breath. “Now, Mrs. Frittenhoff, I know all this must have been quite overwhelming but I have only three words for you: GET. A. LIFE.” Again she had to pause for a moment. “For fuck’s sake, Mrs. Frittenhoff, the civilization as we know it may cease to exist in less than ten hours and you are gazing at your own navel! Grab some happiness while you can – time is running out!” She switched the phone off and threw it back to Abby. “Problem solved.”
Awestruck, Belivet, Cantrell and Harrison stared at Carol. Their jaws were hanging low when she finally noticed them gawking at her. “What?” Carol asked impatiently. “I believe it’s about time you three harness up?” She picked up the leather outfits found in Todd-1961 and stored inside the canvas bag. She threw one at each alien. Carol sat back on her chair and waved at Rindy and Abby to do the same. “I know we have a lot to do today but before we bequeath our ultimate sacrifice to the world, let’s concentrate on what’s truly important.”
Confused, both her daughter and friend took their seats. The harnesses hanging over their arms, Belivet, Cantrell and Harrison seemed seriously puzzled and taken aback by the shift in Carol’s tone.
“What are you waiting for? Strip and buckle up for prime time,” Carol commanded. “We get to watch.”