Chapter 6

Once in his childhood, Dale had found a wallet with over one thousand dollars on a sidewalk near the elementary school he attended. He turned it into the principle and was assured that he would return it to the owner. Later that same week a man stopped by his house in the evening and asked to speak with him. The man thanked him for turning in his wallet; but he said one thing before he left that really bothered Dale: "To bad the thief had already stole the money out of it." This incident colored Dale's view of those in power for the rest of his life. He knew that the money was in the wallet when he had turned it in and guessed that it must have been too much of a temptation for Principle Madley to resist.

He sat quietly for quite sometime as he pondered his new situation. What should he do with the gifts Procta had provided him with? If other people found out about the technology he had access to, what would they be willing to do to possess it? He had seen enough Principle Madley's and two-faced Cynthia's in his life to know that he didn't really want to give control of this to anyone else.

"Vyagar, up until this point in time I am the only human you have revealed yourself and this ship to?" Dale asked.

"Yes Dale."

"I want you to keep it that way as long as I'm alive."

"Understood. I am only to allow you entrance and not reveal myself to any other," Vyagar stated.

"Unless I direct you to at some point in the future," Dale added.

"I understand. It will be as you have said," Vyagar confirmed.

"I will be back from time to time. When I am away, is there anyway for you and I to stay in touch?"

"I have no such method at this time; however I will work on devising one while you are gone if that is your wish," Vyagar replied.

"Yes. Please see what you can come up with and we'll talk about it more the next time I visit with you. Thank you for all that you've shown me Vyagar, I do appreciate it," Dale said. "Now, if you could transport me back to the cave."

The blue shimmering light enveloped him once more and he found himself in the cave. He turned towards the entrance and found that he could see quite clearly in the available light. "That's odd, my watch must be off. I thought it was supposed to be night outside. I must have lost track of the time," Dale thought to himself.

Once out of the cave Dale took a good look around him. He could see everything very clearly and was positive it was just an overcast day, until he looked up and saw the moon. "Whoa!" he thought to himself, "This is sort of cool and sort of freaky at the same time!"

He made his way down to the campsite and grabbed his PC out of the truck. He checked the email account Mr. Edwards had setup for him and found nothing urgent there. According to the clock on his PC he'd been in the cave for about two days. Even though he had come here to camp, he didn't feel much like doing that anymore and since he could see well enough, he packed everything up and drove back to the house.

After about five hours of solid sleep, Dale awoke feeling more alert and refreshed than he could remember having felt in a long time. While he was shaving he noticed that his brown eyes seemed to have a lot of golden flecks in them; but since he was feeling good and everything seemed to be functioning just fine he decided not to worry about it. Dale dressed, locked up the house, and took off towards town in the Porsche. When he reached the restaurant Louisa worked at he pulled the car into an available space and headed in to find a seat.

It seemed to Dale as if every eye in the place was riveted on him as soon as he opened the door. It startled him quite a bit at first and he thought it quite odd; but he was very hungry and nothing was going to stop him from getting a good meal. Soon Louisa was at his table she took his order and turned it into the kitchen and then came back with his coffee. After she sat the coffee down on the table she lingered as long as she could until she was needed elsewhere. He enjoyed her company so it didn't bother him in the least that she seemed to be hovering around him more than the other customers.

Dale noticed that each time Louisa came back, the zipper on the front of her waitress's uniform seemed to be pulled down just a bit lower. As he had noticed before, Louisa was really stacked! He figured that her tits must be at least a 40DD, and on her petite body they looked enormous. He looked up into her face and noticed that she seemed to be entirely focused on him. He teased her a bit about the zipper by saying, "You pull that down anymore honey and your boobs are gonna pop right out!"

Louisa laughed a bit and then looked him right in the eye and asked, "And would you like that? Do you want to see them?"

This was not the reaction he had expected but if she wanted to pull his chain a little, two could play at that game. "Sure I want to see them. Why don't you just show them to me right now!" he said thinking he'd call her bluff.

Much to his amazement she reached up and lowered her zipper the rest of the way and unhooked her front hook bra. Her breasts jiggled about pleasantly as they were released from their confines.

"Louisa! Everyone in the restaurant can see you!" Dale hissed at her.

"I don't care about them. Are you happy? Do my breasts please you?" she asked as if her very existence hinged upon the answer.

"Yes Louisa, they are exquisite; but this is not the place to be showing them to me. So please cover up before it gets you in trouble."

"Yes Sir," she said as she re-fastened her bra and zipped up her top.

She seemed pleased at what she had done; but her attention to other customers did pick up a bit. Dale thought the whole thing was a bit strange. He'd just met her the other day and she didn't act like this at all then. He got up and headed back to the area where the restrooms were located. As he neared each table conversation would stop. Had he been more focused on it he might have also noticed the eyes of the women following his every move while the men seemed to look at the floor when he came near; but focused as he was on relieving the pressure in his bladder, Dale failed to notice.

Once he finished his business in the bathroom he couldn't help but notice their behavior since three women were waiting outside of the men's restroom. Each of the women had almost indecent amounts of cleavage exposed and as he tried to squeeze past them, two of the women took his hands and placed them on their breasts while the third dropped to her knees and began to unzip his pants.

"What the hell are you doing?" he hissed in alarm as his eyes darted between the three women.

"Trying to please you."

"Serving you."

"Giving myself to you."

He was so startled by their answers that he just froze in place. The young twenty something women on her knees took that to be a sign to continue so she extracted his healthy and rapidly hardening cock and began to deep throat it. Once the head of his prick slipped into the tight, warm, and wet, confines of her throat Dale just leaned back against the wall and let her have her way. The restrooms were down a hall and could not be seen from the main dining room anyway. With the extra visual stimulation the other two well-endowed women were providing, he wasn't going to last long anyway. Soon enough his orgasm hit and he began to spew a large load of cum into the young woman's mouth. After she had swallowed the last of the cum, she dried his prick off with her shirt and tucked him back in.

"Did I do a good job?" she inquired.

"The best dear," Dale replied somewhat dreamily.

The woman just beamed with happiness and walked back to her table.

"Did we please you too?" the other women wanted to know.

Suddenly the unreality of the whole situation hit Dale. A young women he had never meant had just given him one of the best blowjobs of his life and he currently had his hands on the tits of two other women and he didn't even know any of there names!

After giving their tits one last loving squeeze, Dale answered, "Yes. You have both pleased me very much."

He watched as the intent looks of concern on their faces were replaced by happy smiles. They each kissed him on the cheek and headed back to their tables. Dale was so freaked out by the way all of the women seemed to be treating him; but it wasn't over yet. To get back to his booth, he had to pass the three tables the women were sitting at. When he passed the first one, the young brunette who had given him the incredible blow job, the man she was with stopped him and asked, "Did Brittany do a good job?"

Dale was floored by the question. The man knew what had transpired and wasn't angry? He seemed more concerned about the quality of the blowjob his wife or girlfriend gave then the fact that she had just given one to another man and a complete stranger at that.

When he saw that Dale hesitated to answer he turned to Brittany and began to question her. "Did you take it all the way in?"

"Yes I did."

"Did you use plenty of tongue action and swallow when he came?"

"Yes John. I know he liked it because he said so."

"Good. I'm happy you were able to please him Brittany," John said as a smile appeared on his face.

"Uh, well thank you both," Dale stammered as he continued to walk to his booth.

When he passed the other two tables the women smiled at him and almost swooned when he smiled back. Every patron in the restaurant seemed to be attentive to his actions and concerned about his happiness. Several women and men asked him if he was having a good morning to which he gave an affirmative answer.

When he finally did make it back to his booth, Louisa was there with his food. He noticed that the zipper was back down.

"I noticed that you weren't at your booth. I checked in the hallway and saw that you were occupied, so I had the cook keep your food hot," she told him with a smile.

Now this was even stranger! Less than fifteen minutes ago she was trying to seduce him. Then she sees him getting a blowjob from some young thing while feeling up two other women and she is happy for him? Shouldn't she be at least a bit jealous?

"Well thank you Louisa. I appreciate that," he said before he began to eat. He was hungry before the incident in the hall and that hadn't changed so he dove into the rather large meal that he had ordered.

After he finished eating, Dale decided that he should find out more about what had happened in the hallway by the restrooms. He walked back to the table where Brittany and John were sitting and asked, "May I talk with both of you for a moment?"

"Of course Sir," John responded.

"John, would it bother you if Brittany decided to go over to that table and give that fellow over there a blowjob?" Dale asked.

"I'd be furious!" John said as his face reddened and his neck veins bulged.

"John! I'd never do that! I don't cheat on you!" Brittany exclaimed.

"Calm down John. I was just asking a question. Brittany hasn't done anything like that before has she?"

"No. I'm sorry Brittany. I'd just be so jealous if you did that!" John said.

"But just a while ago you had no problem with her giving me a blowjob; why is that?" Dale asked.

John suddenly averted his gaze from Dale and stammered, "I'm sorry Sir! For a moment I forgot my place. Of course it would be okay if Brittany serves you in anyway you might desire. Please forgive my impertinence!"

"Why," Dale asked, "is it okay for her to do things like that with me?"

"It is your right Sir. It is your due," John replied as Brittany nodded her head in agreement.

"Oh. So I suppose if I decide that I like having Brittany 'service' me, I can just call either of you up to arrange it?" Dale said jokingly.

"Oh my! I almost forgot to give you my number!" Brittany exclaimed with real concern in her voice.

John pulled out a business card and scrawled their home phone number, a cell number, and an address on the back and handed it to Dale.

"You're serious? You don't care if I have sex with your woman? What if she gets pregnant?" he asked having difficulty believing what he had been hearing.

"What an honor Sir! I don't know if we deserve to be allowed to care for your offspring. Would you really favor us in such a way?" John asked.

The whole thing was getting to be too weird for Dale, so he rose up out of the chair and said, "I'll think about it."

Many other patrons in the restaurant, including the other two women from the incident in the hallway, handed him their contact information scrawled on a business card or on a napkin with statements like "It would be a pleasure to be of service to you," or "I long to serve you."

When he went back to his table even more shocked than before, he found Louisa on her knees begging to be able to service him. Damn she was good looking! What is a guy supposed to do with a situation like this? Hell, if she wants to 'service' me why should I say no?

"Alright Louisa, when do you get off of work today?"

"I worked the morning shift today so I will be off at two in the afternoon Sir," she answered.

"I'll come and pick you up then," he promised her as he stood up to leave.

She got up off of her knees and plastered her body to his as she gave him a mind blowing French kiss complete with lots of tongue action. "I'll be waiting Sir!" she said with a huge smile.