Alien Encounter
Copyright© 2024 by Stacatto
Chapter 12
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 12 - Eric and Sheila are at the lake making out enjoying themselves. The problem is they are at the wrong place at the wrong time. This story has no redeeming social qualities. Just a fun sexy read that I am enjoying writing. Hope you enjoy it as well.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Fiction Science Fiction Aliens
Sheila was disgusted. For the third month in a row, her bank had screwed up her bank account with missing deposits, senseless deductions, and for some reason her ATM card had stopped working. It seemed like no matter how many times she went to the bank to try and straighten things out, the account was still fucked up. Sheila was totally pissed. In addition to everything else, it was Friday, and she knew the bank would be swamped, but she had to get the account straightened out so at least her ATM card worked.
She parked in the full bank lot and slammed her car door in dismay as she headed for the bank’s lobby. Entering the bank, she saw it was just as she expected; packed. She needed to speak to one of the banks officers and went to the receptionist. Sheila explained her problems and was told an officer would be right with her; please take a seat. “Be right with me? Yeah, that’s not likely,” she thought.
Sitting there fuming, she decided to kill some time and she’d visit a couple of people and see what was on their minds. Glancing around the room, she noticed an individual standing just inside the entrance. What struck her as weird was that he was wearing a raincoat, and it wasn’t raining. Probing his mind, she discovered he was armed with a shotgun; along with two other individuals somewhere in the lobby, the three of them were planning to rob the bank.
Frantic, Sheila entered the receptionist’s mind, pushing thoughts about the man by the door who didn’t look right; the woman should set off the silent alarm. It took several tries to get the woman to act, and eventually Sheila watched as the woman reached under her desk and push the alarm.
Sheila observed the man at the door nod toward another man who was in line, also wearing a raincoat. Quickly, she moved her thoughts from person to person in the room until she found the third robber standing towards the rear of the bank. Sheila sensed they’d decided it was time for them to take out their hidden guns from under their coats.
Sheila was able to confuse one of the robbers as to how to extract his weapon; in his mind she made him think his shotgun was stuck inside his coat. Moving her thoughts to the robber standing in line, she had him relax his hands, causing his shotgun to fall to the floor. The clattering of the weapon hitting the floor caught the security guard’s attention, and he stepped forward, drawing his pistol.
The robber by the door saw what was happening and Sheila read his mind about what he was going to do. The robber drew his shotgun, ready to fire at the guard. Sheila saw the bank guard was in danger, but the guard’s back was turned and had no idea there was a person behind him ready to fire. As she read the robbers’ mind, without thinking, she jumped up and pushed the guard out of the way. Sheila heard the sound of a gun discharging and then a second gunshot. She felt a hot searing pain and fell to the ground. Instead of hitting the security guard, the bullet struck Sheila.
Later, she learned one of the bank officers kept a weapon in his desk, and when he saw the shotgun fall and hit the floor, he was moving and shot the robber at the front door right after he’d discharged his weapon at the guard and Seila. With perfect timing, the bank official had just shot the potential robber when the police started pouring into the bank. The potential robbers were immediately arrested and handcuffed, ambulances were summoned, and Sheila was whisked away to the local emergency department.
Ben heard a bell in his mind, but it didn’t sound like any bell he’d experienced so far from the aliens. This one sounded like an alarm instead of the soft signal normally used by his alien friends. He was with a customer, and he apologized as he excused himself, telling them he needed to use the restroom. “Cup of coffee in, cup of coffee out.” He quipped as he stood. The customer laughed.
Once he was in the men’s room, he opened his mind and asked who was trying to contact him. “Ben, you don’t know me, I’m from the Guild.” A deep male voice informed him, “Your six friends have been in contact with me. They explained why things happened at the lake and how you can hear my thoughts. “We’ve just received notice; your friend Sheila was shot during a bank robbery. If you go to the private terminal at the airport we’ll have a private plane standing by to fly you to her. Look for an all-lavender plane.”
“Is she still alive?” Ben asked, fearfully.
“Yes, and it looks good for her recovery. Your six friends are with her: they’re feeding her positive thoughts. We’ll make sure she lives, if possible. Now go. You need to catch a plane.”
When Ben returned to his office, he held up this cell phone and told his customer he’d just received a call about a friend who was shot in an attempted bank robbery. The customer insisted Ben leave at once. Arriving at the airport, he found a police car waiting at the entrance to the parking garage. The officer stepped up to Ben’s car, as he put his window down.
“Are you Ben Anderson?”
“Yes.”
“Follow me.”
The officer ran to his squad car, got in, and flipped on his lights. The patrol car drove directly onto the tarmac where he stopped in front of a totally lavender plane. The officer got out of his car, went to Ben’s car and opened his door. “This is your plane. We’ll take care of your car. The bank guard who your lady friend saved is my older brother. Our family owes you. There’ll be a police car waiting for you at the other airport, and they’ll take you directly to the hospital.
“The last we heard, she was in the operating room, and the doctors were working on fixing the bullet damage. All of us here at Clarkston want you to know we’re pulling for her. She saved my brother’s life. Good luck!”
Ben left his car with the door open, ran to the plane and got on board. Before he was buckled in the plane started to move. A cute little gal came from the back of the plane and checked if his seatbelt was fastened. Then, she sat down next to him and smiled.
“It’s going to be alright. We all know what happened. Your friend is a hero.”
It seemed like the plane had barely started to roll when he felt it was airborne. The attendant sensed his question; she leaned over and took Ben’s hand. “We’ve emergency priority, and we’re cleared for the fastest route possible. We should arrive in less than an hour.” Stunned, Ben knew on a regular airline it was normally a good two-hour flight. How could they shave an hour off the flight time?
Less than an hour later Ben felt the plane starting to descend. The plane landed and taxied to an open area of the tarmac. A police cruiser pulled up at the aircraft’s door. An officer got out and motioned for him to get in. The door shut, the officer driving turned on the siren, and the car sped off through an open gate. Twice, when the police car came to a traffic signal, a squad car was blocking the intersection with an officer waving them through. The car pulled up to the ER door; before Ben got out, he felt a hand on his arm. He turned back to the policeman behind the wheel. “Your friend is a hero. Good luck.”
Ben entered the ER waiting area where there was a nurse waiting for him. “Your friend is out of surgery, and her prognosis is good. You can see her for just a moment in the ICU; she is just coming out from her anesthesia so she will be pretty groggy.”
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