Mike Stedman 1: Invasion Read online

  He added, “I’m also free to give them a lift, though I already planned to have an android body there ready for me to use.”

  Celia looked thoughtful for a second, and then nodded, “That sounds fine, I’ll make sure they’re at the spaceport in the morning, you have to leave by then right, the next meeting is in just under four days.”

  He considered that for a second.

  Chrystal sent, “Yes, we don’t want to reveal L2 subspace, not if they don’t know about it yet. Not unless it becomes important and lives are at stake. But for a taxi ride?”

  “That would be fine, we’ll plan to leave tomorrow at eight in the morning?”

  Celia nodded absently, and took a drink of her brandy.

  He sent to Ted, “Yes, I got it.”

  Helen sent, “They will be welcome, just let me know where to send the ship to move the stuff, and when.”

  He said, “Prime Minister, you have yourself a base on Mars. Helen just wants to know where and when to send a transport ship for the data and materials.”

  Celia sighed, “Call me Celia please, at least when we are in private. Sometimes you A.I.s really are frighteningly efficient. Two days from now at…”

  She gave him the coordinates, and he passed the information and time to Helen.

  “Anything else?”

  Celia shook her head, but then hesitated.

  “Just one thing, any chance an A.I. would want to be on my staff. It would make secure communications between us and Mars a lot easier, and they would be able to brief me on the projects status. I suppose more of a permanent liaison, since they wouldn’t be involved in other government duties, just as it relates to the base, and communication with Mars.”

  He nodded, “I think there might be one or two who would volunteer, I’ll let Helen know you’re looking.”

  He sent that on as well.

  Chrystal looked like she was about to bust out laughing. One or two million volunteers would be more like it. No need to let Celia know that though, she might figure out how easy it would be to take advantage.

  He really got it now, what his father meant, running interference so they weren’t taken advantage of…

  Chapter Seven

  Neil said, “Are you two sure you wouldn’t rather go to a hotel? The bill is on us.”

  After the meeting with the prime minister, Neil had taken them around to see the sights. They’d also gotten dinner, and did a little dancing at a bar and lounge. The plan had been to get a hotel room, but they needed to get back to the ship, for more practical reasons. Plus, the bed on the ship was plenty good enough for what they had in mind.

  “No, thanks. The accommodations on ship will do.”

  Neil looked curious, and a bit dubious, but he didn’t question it further.

  When they got back to the ship they both thanked Neil, and went back on board. They walked up the corridor that led to the two bedrooms, and kept going, until they reached the bridge of the ship.

  The bridge was basically a small room, with a few comfortable chairs in it, since all the command interfaces were done through overlay, or in Chrystal’s case, she was the ship. There was no need for consoles.

  He said, “We’ve got a little work to do,” as he brought up his scout ship design.

  Chrystal nodded, “We can’t go any larger either.”

  That was true, they could change the interior as much as they wanted with no one the wiser, but if the ship started to grow on the pad there would be no hiding their capabilities.

  He sighed, “Okay, in here we need a view screen that will show the ship’s status and other basic information we won’t mind the representative seeing. We can shrink the two bedrooms by five feet, and add a kitchenette on one side, and storage on the others. Plates, pots, pans, silverware, and all that other stuff.

  “Engineering should be spacious enough to add a more complete reclamation system, water and atmospheric storage, CO2 scrubbers, am I forgetting anything?”

  They were redesigning things, so it wouldn’t be necessary to create water, air, or food. If they were hiding access to L2 subspace, they might as well be hiding the matter/energy conversion technology.

  Chrystal said, “Clothes. I’ll fill our wardrobes.”

  He sighed, “Yeah, that would help, I suppose. And something to clean them. Soaps, shampoos, other personal cleaning items.”

  She giggled, “Well, I can go naked if you want.”

  He hummed.

  She asked, “What?”

  He said with a small smirk, “I’m thinking…”

  She snorted, “I can also create all the food we’ll need, but it will all be fresh produce and meats, eggs, and such.”

  He nodded, “Yeah, we don’t have the templates to create cans of soup or the like.”

  She frowned, “Nothing we can do about it, of course we can just say we weren’t expecting a human. We don’t have to eat after all, so just brought stuff for a few fresh meals.”

  He shrugged, “We can just order that stuff and have it delivered. It’s even consistent with taking on a human passenger. I’ll do that while you fix the ship.”

  She giggled, “Almost done.”

  He said, “Trying to get done fast?”

  She nodded, “If you don’t get me out of these clothes soon, I’ll explode.”

  He laughed, “The whole ship?”

  She glared, and he got back to ordering food, as quickly as possible…

  She was torturing him.

  She slowly rose up along his cock while she clenched around him, and then relaxed as she dropped quickly to slap their bodies together again. Her honey brown hair and breasts swayed and bounced alluringly in his face each time.

  She gasped and sat up straight, and started to grind down on him in little circles.

  “Mike, I’ve wanted this all day. Play with my tits love.”

  She was hardly the only one who’d wanted this all day.

  He groaned as she squeezed around him tightly, and she lifted up with a glazed look of pleasure in her amber eyes. He was a little lost himself in that pleasure, as he watched his wanton nymph indulge herself on his cock. He reached down between them and wet his thumbs in her natural lubrication, and reached up for her breasts.

  He left her clit alone, they were taking their time and just enjoying the decadent feeling of pleasure as she took him at her own pace from above.

  Her breasts were soft and yielding, and firm at the same time as he cupped the bottoms and kneaded the sides, and then he grazed her hard-sensitive nipples with his moistened thumbs, sliding across them effortlessly with her satiny liquid arousal to ease the way.

  She gasped at his touch, and then she slammed herself back down on him hard, taking all eight inches with a gasping breathy mewl of pleasure. Then she started the cycle all over again with little grinding swirls and hip thrusts.

  She said in a breathy voice, “Harder.”

  Her breasts were sensitive, so he didn’t maul them, but he did increase the pressure as he squeezed and kneaded her breasts harder with three fingers, while he brought up his forefingers to join his thumbs, and he squeezed her perfect light pink nipples which were hard as pebbles.

  “Cum for me,” he ordered, “I want to feel you bathe that cock your using.”

  She gasped and ground into him, and started to tremble above him.

  He let her fall toward him, controlling her with his hands, and he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked the taste of her own arousal off of it. He moaned in pleasure as he bent his legs for leverage, and then he started to jackhammer up into her tight wet convulsing pussy as fast and as hard as he could.

  His hands roamed down to her waist when she started to fall, and he held her firmly in place so she bounced straight up and down from his hard and fast thrusts, her head buried in his neck, and she made a keening sound of pleasure as she rolled into a second much more powerful orgasm from his hard thrusts.

  Her nipples started to drag along his ches
t, each time he thrust up and launched her into the air as he took her hard and fast from below.

  He could feel her gasping breath against his neck, and her sounds of pleasure right by his ear, all of it was too much, the pleasure her body had on him, and the obvious uncontrollable bliss he was causing in her threw him over the cliff.

  “Fuck, baby I’m…”

  The pleasure hit him like a strike of lightning, without warning, as his long thick cock expanded even further, painfully in ecstasy. He stretched her out further and started to fill her greedily milking center with his seed. He couldn’t remember ever cumming that hard, or even without the warning of his body tingling.

  She sighed in pleasure, and started to kiss his neck as her core tightened around him once again.

  “I love you Mike.”

  He played with her hair, and kissed the top of her head, for that moment, totally sated.

  “I love you too baby.”

  She sighed, “I’m glad these rooms are soundproofed, because there’s no way in hell I can go three days without this.”

  He laughed, “I know what you mean.”

  She lifted her body off his, and he felt their shared liquid pleasure run out onto his mostly flaccid cock and stomach.

  Had she done that on purpose?

  She said sultrily, “I’m going to clean that up, until you’re ready to take me from behind. I never did get that spanking you promised.”

  She started to kiss down his body, and as what she was about to do and what she’d said finally registered in his mind, he was already half hard by the time she reached his stomach…

  Chapter Eight

  They’d loved each other all night, sometimes hard and fast, sometimes sweet and slow, and he did manage to get to that spanking in before they did their two hours offline. Going offline was a rough equivalent to sleeping for A.I.s when their memory and systems were optimized and fully backed up through the quantum connection. Online backups were possible as well, but required that along with a full restore later if something destroyed their matrix.

  His manhood had been a little sore, but the last two hours had been twice as long as his android body needed to recover from that slight chafing. It was a benefit he was thankful for. It was also what made it possible for his father to keep up with all his mothers, though he never liked thinking about that for some reason.

  Chrystal looked sharply professional, and extremely sexy at the same time. She wore a tight gray pencil skirt, black high heels, a white blouse, and a gray blazer.

  He just had on a pair of light brown khakis, dark brown shoes, and collared dark green shirt.

  It only seemed right to be dressed, and somewhat professionally, when meeting with whoever Celia was sending them this morning. He was a little nervous, and had no idea what to expect from their passenger. He unlike every other A.I. could actually lie if the situation called for it, but what would his assistant actually be doing. He was an A.I., who basically recorded everything he ever saw and heard, and never forgot a thing, what would he do with an assistant?

  Even if he needed one, he had Chrystal as well. When he’d created her it had been to be a check on his own morality and motivations, since he’d planned to build the most powerful ship in existence that seemed prudent. But of course, he’d wound up falling in love with her, and she with him. She was so much more than he’d intended.

  Point being, if he needed an assistant, which he didn’t, he already had one. He knew it was just a fiction to get someone from Australia into the senate meeting, so they could get a look at the neighbors and politics. But how good a fiction was it when he really didn’t need an assistant at all and everyone knew that?

  He wondered what type of person they would send.

  He and Chrystal moved to the airlock when the sensors picked up the approaching car, and he laughed in surprise, and then understanding, when a woman got out who was in her late twenties.

  Chrystal asked, “What’s so funny?”

  He shook his head, “They must have done their research, that woman is my father’s type.”

  His too when it came down to it, but saying so didn’t seem the course of wisdom. He wondered at the point of sending her, until yesterday afternoon the plan was to send her with his father. What were this woman’s orders exactly? Watch the senate and learn about aliens yes, but given what she looked like he had to believe she had orders regarding the A.I.s as well.

  She had dark tanned skin, bright green eyes, and long flowing raven hair. She had high cheek bones, and the face of a model, with a small nose, full lips, and long eyelashes. She was five foot six, and her bodies proportions gave her more of a waspish figure than an hourglass. At a guess, she had at least DD breasts which were a bit too large for her frame, though no man would complain about that. She had a mouthwateringly thin waist, and then her body flared back out sexily at her hips.

  She was wearing a conservative blue dress that would be work appropriate, it covered everything and wasn’t too tight, with two inch black heels. Still, even a burlap sack couldn’t hide the fact her body looked built for sin.

  Chrystal asked, “Do you think she had orders to seduce him?”

  “I don’t know, probably not specifically.”

  Chrystal sighed, “Well, if she seduces you, I want in on that. She’s gorgeous.”

  He snorted a laugh, and opened the airlock as she got close to the ship.

  She was dragging a rolling suitcase from both hands, and had a bag over her shoulder.

  He offered, “I can get that, just put them down.”

  She looked up, and didn’t look all that happy to be there. She stood up the suitcases and raised an eyebrow, until she jumped when they floated off the ground and into the ship.

  She shook her head and moved forward.

  “Good morning, I’m Nadia Lane.”

  He got the impression she thought the morning sucked.

  Her voice had a pleasant timber, but her tone was anything but.

  “I’m Mike Stedman, and this is Chrystal. Come aboard, and we’ll get started to Xaran?”

  She shook her head, “We can’t go yet, I’m expecting several months of food to arrive.”

  He exchanged a look with Chrystal, did they not know?

  “I see, well we have enough food for the trip, and on Xaran itself they have energy to matter conversion technology. In other words, they can make your meals out of thin air. They are very accommodating to their member races, so it won’t be a problem.”

  She narrowed her eyes, perhaps his words were a bit too condescending? On the other hand, he didn’t think he’d said it in a less than friendly tone of voice.

  He was also getting that she was pissed about the last minute change of plans.

  “What I mean is, you won’t need all that.”

  She nodded, “Fine, let’s go then.”

  She marched into the airlock and turned, “Where is my stuff?”

  He closed the airlock, and they took off up into space. Once they cleared near earth, they would go into subspace.

  He said carefully, “In your bedroom, the ship is small but how about a small tour?”

  This was looking to be less than a fun trip already.

  She replied dubiously, “Very well. You’re really the senator for the A.I.s? Aren’t you a bit young for that? My information packet says you just turned eighteen a short time ago.”

  Was she trying to piss them off?

  He replied a little coldly himself, it wasn’t too late to turn around and kick this bitch off, and any initial attraction he felt at her stunningly gorgeous appearance was pretty much gone.

  “Chronologically, I’m only eighteen. Perceptively, I’m far older than my father is. Don’t forget we are A.I.s, not human.”

  He showed a little more patience than he thought he possessed, as he showed her the top level of the ship. Large airlock, hallway, bedrooms, kitchen, storage, and the bridge which now had a screen on it. He also allowed her own inte
rface access to the same information on her overlay, but it was informational only and she couldn’t access any actual ship’s systems.

  He said, “The bottom deck is engineering, and is off limits.”

  She frowned, “When are we taking off?”

  Chrystal replied, “We’ve been in subspace for the last fifteen minutes, and we’re several light years from Earth already.”

  She looked surprised by that, but didn’t comment. To be fair AG cancelled out any inertia in regards to the universe outside of the ship, he didn’t feel anything either when the ship lifted off.

  He tried not to look smug, but she was really rubbing him the wrong way.

  He said, “Feel free to use the kitchen whenever you wish. I’m afraid the drink selections are limited to water, coffee, tea, and a small selection of wines.”

  Nadia sighed, “Coffee sound divine, it’s been a rough morning.”

  Maybe it had been a rough morning for her, but he was far from accepting that as an excuse for her present attitude with him and Chrystal. Maybe he should have just said no to this whole idea, surely even just granting the base would have been a win for the prime minister.

  He turned and headed for the bridge. He didn’t really have to be there, but the woman annoyed the hell out of him, and it had only been twenty minutes since he laid eyes on her. Chrystal followed.

  Nadia blew out a breath, “Aren’t you going to make me a coffee?”

  He looked incredulously over his shoulder, “Aren’t you my assistant? Make your own coffee, and bring me one while you’re at it.”

  Her mouth fell open in shock, but before it could turn to outrage, the door to the bridge slid shut cutting off their view of each other.

  He blew out a breath, surprised at his own anger and temper. He knew he had the capability, but he’d never been that pissed off before.