First Alien Enterprises
Prelude

Copyright© 2011 by diabetic

Science Fiction Sex Story: Prelude - A classic genre -- the alien abduction -- with a few twists. In honor of cmsix who made this genre what it is. This is all about play for pay with an alien mix.

Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/ft   Consensual   Science Fiction   Time Travel   Group Sex   Interracial   White Male   Oriental Female   Safe Sex   Oral Sex   Prostitution  

Author note: [When I speak to Aliens, I use square brackets.] {When they speak to me I use curly brackets} I use the brackets because the communication is all mind-to-mind.

It seriously sucks getting old.

Diabetes, high blood pressure, irregular heartbeat, piss-poor circulation, and a dick that rarely works.

Yep, that's me in a nutshell.

My only real entertainment can be found on Stories Online, with a handful of favorite authors who keep me well entertained. If only cmsix's Aliens were for real, I'd like to think I could make them an offer that they would find interesting.

Time to take my pills.

When I got up the next morning it felt as if my heart was racing, my chest hurt and my left arm felt stiff. I had another sucky day to get used to. So I had a couple of cups of coffee, avoided the front page of the newspaper, and stuck with sports.

I decided to take a mid-morning nap.

When I awoke, I was not in my room. I was in a room that was mostly white, with a bit of grey trim. There was not a whole lot more than the bed in the room.

"Damn," I thought, "this is a scene right of out one of cmsix's stories."

And sure enough, in walked the Alien. Well, to be truthful, it was more like he shimmered in. The Alien was very tall, very slim, and it looked as if his fingers had extra joints.

OK,"I thought, "I'm going play this for all it is worth."

[Hello Mister Alien. Have you come to negotiate?]

{Negotiate?}

[Yes, negotiate. You've obviously kept me from dying of a heart attack, or something similar, and you no doubt want to send me back in time to play caveman. So let's hear your pitch.]

{How did you know who I was and what the basic plan consisted of?}

[Well slick, I'm an avid reader of cmsix, and even his incomplete stories paint a pretty picture of how you guys operate – and to be candid, I'm not impressed.]

{Why, praytell, aren't you impressed.}

[Because, I think you guys need a new act. Besides, I'm not from Texas, don't own a gun, and have no particular weapons or survival skills, and I'm not a fan of huge hooters. Anything more than a mouthful is a waste, besides, it is a proven scientific fact that a woman's intelligence is inversely proportional to her breast size. I am, however, a horny bustard with a dirty mind, and I think we can do business if you are willing to be flexible. If not, just send me back to my deathbed and find another sucker to play caveman.]

My little Alien closed his eyes, as if in thought for about 20 seconds, then reported, {We think we can change the mission plans if you have a better idea. We're certainly willing to listen.}

[OK, first things first. I would like to think of you as 'Watson', out of respect for the IBM founder Thomas A. Watson. It is also a name that I am not likely to stumble across in normal conversation.]

Again, the eyes closed for about 10 seconds.

<That name is more than acceptable, what did you have in mind?>

[Do you guys still fund these little adventure with intergalactic porn videos of travelers humping cave women?]

{Yes, our entertainment broadcasts are our largest source of income.}

[In that case, I have an offer or suggestion that you might be interested in – one that might make your revenues from the porn videos you make seem like small change, ] I offered.]

{Well, } Watson tentatively stated, {I'm certainly willing to listen to anything you have to offer, but I'm pretty confident that every possibility has been considered by our experts.}

[Still, ] I countered, [if I were to suggest something that is unique to your efforts, and pays off handsomely, would you, or would you not, professionally prosper? And, if you were to professionally prosper, would you also be more inclined to grant my wishes and make me part of the deal?]

{Most certainly, what are you proposing?}

[Well, on this planet, games of chance where wagers are placed are a very popular pastime. It is also one of our most ancient vices, ] I explained.

{Stop! Before you go any further, there is little interest in games of chance, since the widespread use of AIs have given everyone the immediate ability to calculate odds. So cards, spinning wheels, slot machines and dice have lost their allure, } he countered with a smug smile.

[Exactly, and that is why I am not proposing any of those games. Instead, I am proposing wagering on possible actions by the ultimate wild card – a human being. Let's say I go into a nightclub in Bangkok. There is no question as to whether or not I will get laid. The real question is who.]

{Go on, } he allowed.

[So here is what I propose. As I go into the club, one or more of your nano-drones flit through the club taking pictures of all the bargirls and hostesses. Send those up to your editing studio or AI and have them build a list of all the girls along with tightly focused facial thumbnails. No full body shots, no indication if the girl is big or tall, or short and small. Now make that part of your video stream, and let the viewers place wagers on who I'll pick. Have floating odds that change right up until I make my selection. Model the betting after the parimutual system used at horse and dog tracks.

[The pot gets paid out to the winners. There is no win/place & show, only win. Give the house – that's us – 15% of the take, right off the top. The remainder gets paid out to the winners. We cap the maximum payout, so we skim even more of the watering pool. When I pick a girl: that is the winner. Even better, when we agree in advance that I am going to take two or three girls, you can offer what is known as the 'daily double' or 'trifecta' where gamblers can place bets on any individual girl, or hope for huge wins by correctly guessing both or all three of the chicks. So let's say I go into a massage parlor in Thailand. They might have 30 or 40 girls in what they call the 'fishbowl.' The odds of correctly guessing one of the girls is about 35 to 1. The odds of guessing both correctly are nearly 1200 to 1.]

{Yes, but... }

[But, what, Watson?" if you keep the daily double and bet amounts small, you'll get the volume to make it mighty exciting. And by keeping your vigorish small, they'll come back tomorrow. You just have to make sure that you allow the betters enough time to place their bets, and that the actual results are safe and secure until they are revealed. Your AIs should be smart enough to handle it."]

Watson's demeanor changed as it again became clear that he was listening to someone or something. After about 15 seconds, he began:

{It appears that we may have underestimated you. Our AI's have analyzed your proposal, run models, and have done a quick test – and have determined that there are considerable profit opportunities, as there are any number of races throughout our known galaxies that would completely embrace the opportunity to bet on the unpredictability of your species. My superiors have instructed me to move forward on this exciting new opportunity.}

[Excellent, however, before we go forward, I want to make sure that you understand that I am a full partner in this. That I share in the profits, and have the right to approve or disapprove any related activities that involve myself or other humans. We're not going to play the game where you dole out skills and capabilities based on my meeting certain targets. I get the full package of goodies right away, otherwise this won't work.]

Watson paused for about 5 seconds, and then advised that this was agreeable and that a contract would be available shortly.

Watson then asked me to look at the wall to my left, and a movie/video appeared. It was the damnedest thing I ever saw. This Alien, different than Watson, but undoubtedly Alien, was promoting a line of good under the brand name "First Alien Enterprises." It was all stuff that would make my life a lot easier, and significantly safer. I was fascinated as I watched:


(Translated into the North American variant of Standard Earth English by First Alien Enterprises Translation Services division)

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you very much for this warm greeting.

It is a pleasure to once again be given the opportunity to address the delegates to the 932nd Gegenschein Conference on Interspecies Experimentation.

Many of you know me, but for those who do not, I am Qwill Trang Howdowski Olggybtuskttew, or QT for short. I am chairman and Chief Executive Officer of First Alien Enterprises, a multi-galactic firm offering a wide variety of products and services for species engaged in Intergalactic travel. I know that many of you are familiar with our family of products and services that aid and facilitate interspecies trading and exploration.

Tonight I would like to focus on a new series of products and services we have that will simplify the task of experimenting and monitoring the inhabitants of SOL-3.

We all know how much enjoyment we get from landing on that backward little planet, grabbing a native, curing their ills, giving them a long dick and setting them loose to chase the females of their species. The revenues from the porn tapes you make quickly repay the cost of the expedition.

This new batch of products are designed to help you unleash your intrepid explorer even sooner than before and to relieve you of many of the administrative tasks that this species seems to thrive on.

So let's look at the product line, keeping in mind that we will shortly have variants of these products for virtually every other planet fall you wish to explore.

The first new product I want to show you is the First Alien Enterprises Wallet Kit. So, the next time you pick up a log truck driver and decide to change his life, give him the wallet.

This First Alien Enterprises Wallet Kit is actually a bundle that contains several items, each of which I will now describe.

First, the First Alien Enterprises Wallet itself contains a small AI, and is linked to the DNA of your explorer. This means it cannot be lost or stolen. If it gets "lifted" from your explorer, all of the contents turn to dust and an identical First Alien Enterprises Wallet self-replicates in the explorer's pocket.

Using First Alien Enterprises Funding Services, the First Alien Enterprises Wallet never runs out of money. It is always full. If your explorer goes to a different country, the currency instantly changes to the currency of that country. If your explorer needs more money than is currently in the First Alien Enterprises Wallet, he need only close the First Alien Enterprises Wallet return it to his pocket, take it back out and it will be full again. He can do this an unlimited number of times. All of the currency is legal tender.

From First Alien Enterprises Record Management Division, the First Alien Enterprises Wallet also contains the First Alien Enterprises Planetary Driver's License. This plastic card, which contains the photo of your explorer, is a perfectly valid vehicle license, and like the First Alien Enterprises Wallet, changes whenever a state line or country border is crossed. So, if your explorer drives from Texas to New Mexico, the license will change, if he goes south into Mexico, the license and currency will change. Better yet, there is never a record of any traffic violations if the license number comes is queried by a law enforcement officer.

We all know there are times when currency is not the best way to complete a transaction.

To that end, we are proud to introduce the First Alien National Bank Platinum Visa Card. This card, which is included in the First Alien Enterprises Wallet, is valid wherever Visa cards are accepted. It can be used for PIN or signature-based transactions, and every transaction will be approved. If someone attempts to use the card without the permission of the explorer, then it simply will not work. If it is stolen it will not work and a replacement card will replicate itself inside of the First Alien Enterprises Wallet. If your explorer gives it to, say, a blonde with huge tits and tells her to go shopping, the card's AI will recognize that and all transactions by Miss Double D-cup will be recognized for the next 24 hours.

Now what could be finer than that?

There is also the First Alien Planetary Photo Identification Card that works just like the First Alien Enterprises Planetary Driver's License in that it changes to match the locale of the explorer.

Similarly, First Alien Enterprises can produce valid First Alien National Bank Passports for your weary traveler.

Naturally, we didn't forget the First Alien National Bank Checkbook, which allows your explorer to write valid checks for any amount of money. Like the First Alien Enterprises Wallet, this checkbook can never fall into the wrong hands, and never runs out of blank checks.

Finally, suppose you want your explorer to have a really expensive toy, like a Boeing Business Jet. The First Alien National Bank Capital Funding Division can handle all of the costs and provide the appropriate guaranteed funding.

How's that for a package?

But wait, we have more goodies for your intrepid adventurer.

The First Alien All-Earth Languages Implant provides the traveler with the instant understanding and speaking skills for every known Sol-3 language since the beginning of time. Be it caveman speak, pig-Latin or some 20th Century dialect, if someone on Sol-3 can speak it, your adventurer can understand it and speak it right back.

The First Alien Personal AI, is just that, a personal AI that interfaces with all of the other First Alien AIs, it can also be a trusted advisor to your explorer.

The First Alien Sobriety Implant performs a valuable double-function. First, alcohol has absolutely no impact on your adventurer. Your adventurer can drink to excess and not feel a thing, nor suffer any impairment at all. Second, drugs have no effect as well. If someone slips the adventurer what Sol-3 folks call "a mickey" (don't you just love their names for things?) your adventurer will not be affected in the least, and he will be notified that he has been drugged via a set of nanobots that do the drug and alcohol cleanups.

The First Alien Personal STD Guard, protects your traveler from getting or transmitting any sexually transmitted diseases. He can have unprotected sex with anyone and even if they are fully infected, he will not catch anything.

The First Alien Personal Swimmer Control, protects your traveler from having unwanted children. He can have his First Alien Personal AI turn offs his active sperm.

Finally, we have the First Alien Instant Recharge Implant that allows your human to instantly recharge his sexual capability, in as little as 5 minutes, for up to 48 "shots" in a rolling 24-hour period.

Naturally, all implants are anal. We know you have a reputation to protect.

Thank you.


After the video ended, I was provided with a transcript that I read through two times. Watson explained that I would get everything described in the video – except for the anal probe, which he explained was the other Alien's sense of humor. We then talked about how I wanted my body and appearance changed. I settled on the body of an Olympic gymnast, movie star good looks and a beefed up but not porn-star package. We also agreed that I would not be moved back in time and I would be given a slightly modified history so that I would never run into anyone who knew the new me.

Into the tank I went. I woke up some time later in a beautiful white room, with breezy drapes and some colorful flowers and nice artwork on the walls. I was in the middle of a king-sized four-poster bed, and I was nude.

I rolled out of bed and began to look around. I found a full length mirror and checked myself out. It was a bit weird looking in the mirror and having a young stranger look back out, but I liked what I saw. I stroked my new dick, and really liked what I saw and felt. It was nice when relaxed, a good size when turgid, and when I touched the sensitive spots, there was great tactile feedback. I was going to really like my new dick, especially if it performed as described. I located a wardrobe in the corner that contained a set of comfortable, stylish clothes and footwear. There was a small travel bag that contained a couple of changes of clothes and a nice laptop computer. I dressed, sat on the edge of the bed, and fired up the laptop. For all intents and purposed, it looked exactly like a Dell XPS, but the moment I hit the power switch, I knew that this was no XPS. It was no Dell, either. Boot time took less than a second. There was no login required. I was in.

The initial screen only contained two icons. I decided to be conventional and click on the one that said "Click me first." Upon doing so, I was treated to a multimedia presentation that described the laptop. As I guessed, everything was Alien except the Dell logos. It had a 200 terabyte hard drive with access speeds less than half of what could be found in high-end custom servers. It was loaded to the hilt with games and music. There was no login because it immediately recognized my DNA from when I pressed down the power switch. It would not turn on for anyone else. Not even the goons in TSA. The battery would never die and it would always have connectivity even if there were no wireless access point for miles.

After the completion of the video, it returned me to the main screen where there was but one icon: Initialize Personal AI. I clicked through it and immediately began to sense more buzzing in my head. It was initially soft and vague, but began to grow in clarity and in purpose. After less than a minute I began to hear what sounded like words. I closed my eyes and concentrated.

There! I began to hear it.

{Hello}

{Hello}

{Can you hear me now?}

{Can you hear me now?}

[Hello back at you.]

{Hello, Sir. Can you understand me?}

[Yes, I understand you. Are you my personal AI?]

{Yes Sir, I am. How may I assist you?}

[Let's start with the basics. Do you have a name or shall I name you?]

{Please name me, Sir.}

[I'm going to call you Gandalf, after a famous fictional wizard.]

{I have just researched Gandalf, and am proud to bear his name. Thank you.}

[OK, Gandalf, what's next?]

{Well, Sir, we need to take our first trip together. Where is your first destination?}

[Thailand, we'll start in Bangkok.]

<That destination is an excellent choice, Sir. We have several modes of transportation available: first class on a scheduled airline, a private executive jet, on we can simply transport you there.>

[What is involved in the transport?]

{We can have you materialize anywhere in Thailand you choose. Travel time is measured in seconds.}

[OK, how about this: transport me to an empty men's restroom or toilet stall in the new international airport there. Time it so that I arrive just as a few early morning international flights start to deplane, so that I can mingle in with the arrivals, get my passport stamped, and grab a ride to a hotel. Get me a Grande Deluxe suite for a couple of weeks at the Sheraton Grande Sukhumvit Hotel on Sukhumvit Road.]

{Excellent choice, Sir. Since this is the first time you are transporting, it will take a few minutes to set it up.}

We spent a few minutes further discussing his capabilities, his voice, and his interfaces. We agreed that he would call me Sir, simply because it would always grab my attention. He told me that for the first few days, every time I napped or slept, he would work on improving our communications. Finally, he told me that my transport was waiting, and that I should simply grab my bag and walk through the full length mirror. I did so and immediately found myself in the men's room at the new International Airport in Thailand. I grabbed my bag, and with my First Alien Enterprises Passport in hand, I joined the folks departing from an early morning arrival Thai Airways flight from Los Angeles. I checked my First Alien Enterprises Wallet, finding it full of Thai currency so I headed to Thai customs and immigration, which were a breeze (the Thais are very gracious). I grabbed a luxury car to my hotel, even though Gandalf said I could transport directly there. I did allow Gandalf to improve the efficiency of the car's air conditioner, which I'm sure the driver enjoyed as well. Traffic, which is always bad in Bangkok, was relatively light in the early morning, and I enjoyed the street-level view.

Early check in at the hotel was smooth and efficient, and once I was settled in my room I order room service breakfast. Then I took a short nap to allow Gandalf to further refine our communications.

I got up at about 11 a.m. and headed out of the hotel. My destination was Soi Cowboy, a short street full of bars that became famous during the Vietnam War, and continued to prosper.

[Gandalf, I'm going to make this dry run fairly simple. I'll take the next hour and go through the following three bars: Tilac, Dollhouse and Country Road II. Go ahead and get head shots of all the girls that are in the three bars, include bartenders, waitresses, and the girls who are shilling out front. Get the presentation ready for the wagering, and let me see it before it goes online, Next to each girl, put down the name she uses in the bar, her number, and bar. I'll take my time before making a selection, and I will flirt with a number of the girls so that you get some good video.]

{Even when you go to the bathroom?}

[This is Thailand, you never know what happens in the bathroom in the bar district.]

[Speaking of which, will you do some fast research on Katoeys/ladyboys, and get up to speed. If a girl is actually a Katoey, we need to so indicate. There is always the possibility that I could grab one at some point, especially when I head down to Pattaya.]

Soi Cowboy is quite a bit slower during the daytime, with many of the clubs not opening until late afternoon. There are fewer tourists, and most of the customers are exPats who live there full time. I wandered into Tilac bar and was quickly surrounded by a number of the half-dressed bar girls who were looking for "ladies drinks" or a bar fine. The ladies drinks are little more than colored water, sold at a price that can be significantly higher than a regular drink, with the girl getting a commission on each one bought for her.

There is an unwritten protocol at the Soi Cowboy bars that goes back to the late 1960s. It is open season on any guy who comes in (unless he has bar-fined someone from there in the last day or so, and she is working), and if he takes a seat at a table, he is also fair game until he has someone join him. If he sits at the bar, the girls are not supposed to mob him, but he can signal for a given girl to join him at the bar for a drink.

I quickly checked out the talent pool and headed to the bar for a beer. The bar was loud, smoky, and constantly in motion. The girls dancing atop the island atop the bar were moving to the beat of the music – some were actually able to move with the movement, some just kinda, sorta, moved. No University-level dance majors here, just a bunch of poor girls from the country hoping to feed their families! The girls not on the stage sat with customers at table or at the bar, huddled in a dark corner, wandered around, or hung out by the front door hoping to catch the first impression of a customer coming in the door.

The girls who were wandering around would often run their hands along the back of a solo bar customer, and then make eye contact hoping for an invitation to sit down. If they were invited to sit, the bar girl would give them a minute or so of conversation before asking the customer if they wanted to buy them a drink. If the customer said no, they would leave shortly thereafter.

 
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