Meeting an Alien - Steampunk
Copyright© 2025 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 65: Dr. Aimee Mathews, PHD. CEE
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 65: Dr. Aimee Mathews, PHD. CEE - Steampunk is a stand alone coming-of-age story. Bill Morgan, Tom’s son, from the first Meeting An Alien story is almost grown up. Bill, at loose ends, arrives on Earth-19 where many dangers, challenges and needy damsels await him. It is a separate story with all new characters and a places; i.e. it is a vastly different world with a an Old-West feel. Think mid-19th century; Steam power, percussion cap weapons and duals to the death.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Ma Fa mt ft Coercion Consensual Romantic Farming Restart Steampunk Science Fiction Aliens Alternate History Post Apocalypse Time Travel Paranormal Magic Spanking Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex First Oral Sex Pregnancy Voyeurism Big Breasts Size Small Breasts Smoking
Gigziks and I had been talking about getting an efficiency expert. Someone to help me improve my companies. I wanted a central shipping center and one set of sales representatives and not four.
Gigziks said, “Go get dressed, kiss Ana goodbye for a couple of days. I’ll take you to meet your expert, Dr. Aimee Mathews, PHD. CEE.”
She popped out, so I ported to the bedroom and started dressing. I kissed Ana goodbye. She was lazing around in bed. I spent a few moments touching her baby bump. This son is for Ana and I.
“Ox, where am I going?”
I found myself on Gigziks’ ship. He directed me to an office. This seemed irregular. Then, I didn’t interview her or anything. I guessed the choices available were between slim to none. I was informed that the person in question needs a lifestyle change. PHD efficiency experts are rare to start with. I had a choice of one?
I arrived at a generic Heillizdt office. I found Gigziks there, along with a tall, blue-eyed blonde, presumably waiting for me. The woman is exquisite, tall, very tall.
I nodded at Gigziks. I went up to the blonde and said, “Hello, I’m Bill Morgan.”
She said with a throaty alto voice, “I’m Aimee Mathews.”
Her low-pitched voice had made my balls tickle.
Gigziks escorted us to a table, and one of the other Heillizdt showed up with a tray of coffee, tea, and scones.
Gigziks said, “I’ll let you two get acquainted,” and she disappeared.
I realized this is the first time she has done that in ages. I guess all my bitching about the micromanaging they have been doing finally got through to them.”
I chose a black coffee, Dr Mathews chose a tea, and started doctoring it.
Dr Mathews said, “I have a lot of questions.”
I said, “I bet you do. Ask away, I don’t bite.” I smiled engagingly to set her at ease.
She said, “The thing that worries me most is about my dog.”
I said, “There is no need to worry. I had a Mini Pin growing up. He went everywhere with us. They put a chip in him so he could transfer from place to place on his own. I think it was a low-level AI. My house is huge, and he will need that chip to get from floor to floor. He will be the same dog. He will be mobile and better able to cope. It won’t change his temperament or anything of that sort.”
She asked, “How many floors are there?’ I said, “My house has four floors total. There is a basement with a partial Olympic pool. The first floor, which includes the public areas, living room, dining room, kitchen, two dens, etc. The second floor has large suites. The third floor has several bedrooms and common bathrooms. I am the only male in the house. Many girls and women are living in my house, most of them work for me.”
I saw her eyes open wide in wonder.
I said, “Yes, I am intimate with some of them. The Heillizdt made me hyper sexual because of my mission on Earth 19. It is to spread ExoCytophagales, or Exos as we call them. I am to spread them every chance I get and in every manner possible.”
She said, “I got Exos too, and the lecture about spreading them. Are you going to require me to be part of that?’ I said, “No. I don’t require anyone to do anything like that. I don’t micromanage, either. I don’t need any more women in my life. Gee, I have too many women already. (chuckle) By the way, how do you wish me to address you, Dr. Mathews, Miz Mathews, Aimee, or how?”
She smiled, “Aimee will do. I look 18, so ... My degrees won’t mean anything to the rustic people I was told inhabited this Earth 19.”
I said, “That’s true. Did the Heillizdt give you a hormone boost?”
She paused.
Ox said, “They did.”
I said, “I just heard they did. Do you know about that?”
She said, “No. What does it do?”
I said, “Well, you are already stunningly beautiful now. You also have a very alluring fragrance attractant. It will attract men to you.”
She said, “Oh no! So they do want me to have sex with the local bozo’s.”
“Ha ha ha. Sorry, but they gave you that option. What you do with it is up to you.”
“I, however, signed a contract to spread Exos as far and wide as possible. The plan is for my progeny to spread across the provinces here. They will improve the human genome in the future. It will temper the bad temper the local men have.”
I said, “Many of the denizens here are almost throwbacks to Cro-Magnon people. The men are highly fractious and volatile. Oftentimes, they are violent and volatile. They like dueling and will fight with any weapon at hand. Men here are stupid and quarrelsome and kill themselves in every way imaginable.”
“As for me, I am sixteen and have been altered to be quite oversexed. The women here are at a disadvantage near me. The ratio of males to females is 1 male to every 5 females. That is because of their stupid actions and their unreasoned quarreling.”
I continued, “If they didn’t mention the need to spread Exos. It’s only a part of who you are now.”
She said, “Well, I guess I need to get my things and my dog. Then we can go see where I will be living.”
I said, “That works for me. They did give you an AI, didn’t they?”
She said, “Yes, so far it has been quiet.”
I said, “Give it time. It will try to figure out how much interaction you want. If there is an emergency, they speak right up.”
I said aloud, Ox, we are ready to leave.”
Ox said, “Gigziks comes.”
About then, Gigziks walked in, “I understand you’re ready to go.”
I said, “We are.”
We followed Gigziks to a small room with Aimee’s dog crate and dog, plus a couple of pieces of luggage. I took some of it, and Aimee picked up one of the pieces of luggage, and she followed me through the portal. I came out in my den, as intended.
Paloma was waiting there. She must have been alerted. Paloma took immediate control of Aimee. They were gonna have a women-only talk. I was glad to be left out of there for the next half hour.
Left to my own, I got a small glass of blackberry sherry and went out on the front porch for a smoke and a chance to think.
Aimee was taken from me for the rest of the day and evening. The women residing at La Casa de Morgan in Williamsburg had taken her away for a gabfest of sorts.
At supper, I noticed one thing: Aimee was even taller than the three Slovakian Petrovna women.
After breakfast, she met me in my den. I made nice with “Lady,” her little pooch. It’s a cute little shit.
We spent time getting to know one another. One big thing I found out was that Aimee had chosen a new clone body.
The women in her family had a predisposition to breast cancer. She was also now thinking of having one or two children. Before now, she had not wanted to put anyone through that. That explained her tall height; her new body was a complete custom job.
After we got to know each other better, we got down to brass tacks about the Morgan Group idea. We need a new building and an entire staff. Plus, creating modern titles and written responsibilities that are clearly spelled out.
Aimee said, “I am glad I am here for this. I have not seen the town, but your odd clothes and the short miniskirts are odd. I was given no underclothes, that’s shocking. I have a lot to learn about the people and times here.”
I said, “Uh, the skirts are not short, it’s that your legs are so long now. The style of clothing is relevant to the girls and women here; it helps them attract males. They are severely disadvantaged by the lack of males.
“They have to seriously compete, to get a man to breed with them. In essence, they have to flirt and be very obvious that they want or need sex. The women really need to put themselves out there, as if they are on offer, so to speak.”
“If you want longer skirts, tell your AI, and it should get you something more to your taste. The Heillizdt will make you what you want. They have some designers who live to make new things and to please us.”
“As for the men, they are throwbacks sociologically because of their DNA. It’s more messed up for them, worse than the women’s is. I think the females are messed up in that they are kind of a bunch of easy, loose, floozies. They seem to act like they are hot to trot.”
She said, “Well! OK, I guess. I’ll try to remember that. Um, I noticed the women were all naked last night when we went to bed.”
I said, “They mainly wear sleep clothes when it’s cold, that will start soon, I guess. They have no need for underwear, except during their time of the month. That seems to be less frequent and shorter than the norms on Earth 23. Ask Windy Rhodes, our chef. She’s the only other woman here from Earth 23. All the others here are locals.”
We had a natural pause.
I sent, “Ox, are there any plans for an office for Aimee?”
Ox said, “Not yet, we discussed a spatial reality bubble here in your den, or in your office downtown. The third option is modifying one of the bedrooms on the third floor.”
I said, “I think a spatial reality bubble downtown would be best.”
He said, “I notified Gigziks; she’s on it.”
I looked over at Aimee and realized she was probably talking with her AI.
She looked at me. “What?”
I said, “My AI just got done deciding your office will have to be an extension of my office downtown. We have a two-story place there. My advertising guy, Reese Becker, lives in the apartment upstairs. He already has an office that is an extension of my office. It’s a temporary place.”
“If you’re not busy, we should go visit my real estate lady about a new company location. Do you have an idea how big a place we need?”
She said, “I don’t understand, which office is an extension of yours?”
I said, “Sorry, I’m not being clear. Reese’s and your office will both be in three-dimensional spatial anomaly bubbles. It has a door that is actually a portal to the office, which is elsewhere. My office is directly behind the reception desk. The bubbles are unobservable by anyone local.”