Brianna

CELESTIAL PASSIONS:
BRIANNA
Judy Mays

“Spread your legs.”

She complied.

“You’re very wet. Look.”

When he placed the mirror beneath her, she was able to look down and see her honey dripping from between her swollen labia. He slid his fingers along her slit. She moaned and arched into his hand.

“Wider.”

Cupping her own breasts, pinching her swollen nipples, she leaned back and spread her legs as widely as she could.

“Come into me, now!” she demanded.

Grasping her thighs, he thrust his cock into her and began to pump, slowly at first and then more rapidly, more deeply.

They both moaned.

Naked, Char lay back on his bed, hands clasped negligently behind his head. Still flaccid, his penis curled over his testicles.

With a bored grimace, he reached for the control and fast-forwarded. Soon two couples cavorted on the screen. Still, he remained unaroused.

With a mumbled curse, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and pushed himself to his feet. “I don’t know why I bother.”

Discontent rippled through his mind. No woman had aroused his interest since…

But, she was certainly married now, and her husband would give him another scar to match the first if he ever got near her again.

Char raked his hands through his hair. Why was he lying to himself? Even with her, it had been the thrill of the chase, the pursuit of the forbidden.

Restless, he left his bedroom only to return a few minutes later with a glass of his favorite red wine. A solitary woman now amused herself on the video screen. His penis stirred.

“But she’s there, and I’m here, and self-appeasement doesn’t appeal to me today,” he muttered to the empty room. “I want a woman who’s different, whose responses aren’t planned or choreographed. A woman who looks at me for
me
, not for my wealth or family name.”

Could there be such a woman anywhere?

Laughing bitterly, Char tossed back his wine. “I’ve been everywhere.”

The red light flashed above the intercom.

Setting his glass on the table, he punched a button.

“What?”

“We’ve lost them. We heard sounds of a struggle and then the audio went dead.”

“I’m on my way.”

Jerking his clothing from the chair next to his bed, Char slid into the form-fitting uniform. Then, tail lashing with barely controlled anger, he left his quarters and headed for the starship’s bridge.

The incessant screaming of the sirens burst across the base.

Brianna clenched the steering wheel tighter as she slowed to a stop at the gate. “Come on, Harry, ignore the sirens and raise the barrier.”

The barrier remained down.

Harry stepped out of the guard box and walked towards her open window.

“Oh, shit!” She glanced back over her shoulder. “Stay down and don’t move.”

The light wind blew a fine dust into her open window.

As the guard bent to look inside her SUV, Brianna forced a nonchalant grin. “Come on, Harry. I promise I didn’t steal any government secrets.”

Harry grinned back. “Gotta follow the rules, Bri. Just need a quick look.”

The shrill ringing of the phone pulled him back to the guard box. The look he gave her as he listened into the receiver told her she was out of time. Even now, two other soldiers were moving to close the gates.

“Double shit! Hang on. They’ve discovered you’re gone.”

Stomping the gas pedal to the floor, Brianna smashed through the lowered barrier and roared off of the base.

*

Biting out a curse, the general hit the button on his buzzing intercom. This had better be important. “What is it?”

His aide’s voice was sharp. “Sir, the gates have been breached at the north entrance. A green Ford SUV registered to a Brianna O’Shea of laboratory area four, biomedical division, crashed through the checkpoint.”

Wham! The violent slamming of the door reverberated up and down the corridor as Dr. Yens Gustovson burst into the office followed by the general’s exasperated aide.

“Doctor, you just can’t burst into the general’s office!”

Gustovson ignored him and shouted, “She’s got them!”

Silencing the incensed scientist with the slash of his hand, General Hawkins said, “That will be all, lieutenant.”

After his aide left and he’d turned off the intercom, the general snapped, “Do I have to remind you this is top secret?

Will you ever learn to keep your mouth shut?”

Gustovson slapped the desk. “You won’t need to worry about secrecy if she gets away.”

Hawkins steepled his fingers. “We never located a ship. This may work out after all. We’ll soon have copters in the air, so they’ll be easy enough to follow. With luck, they’ll head straight back to their ship, and then we’ll get that too. Don’t worry, you’ll get your ticket to fame and fortune back, Gustovson.”

“What about O’Shea?”

The general shrugged. “Once we have them back, she’ll be debriefed then fired.”

“She’ll go to the press!”

“And who’ll believe her?
The
National Enquirer
?”

Gustovson grimaced. “Just be sure of the troops you send after them. She has a lot of friends on this base.”

The general drummed his fingers on the desk. “You may be right. Captain Douglas has a new platoon just in from Texas for woodland training. I’ll send them. Lieutenant Simms,” he ordered into his intercom, “have Captain Douglas report to me on the double and put his platoon on red alert. They pull out in fifteen minutes. Choppers ready?”

“Yes Sir. Major Richter has the potential routes mapped.”

“Very good. Inform the major I’ll be with him in a moment.”

The general rose. “Doctor, everything is under control. Would you like to accompany me?”

Gustovson curled his hands into fists, but he managed to keep control of his temper. “No, I’ll wait in the lab. I have other things I can be doing.”

The general nodded. “Very well, I’ll inform you when your specimens will be returned.”

Once out of the general’s office, Gustovson hurried to the building’s foyer, where he waited as unobtrusively as possible until the man he wanted appeared.

As Captain Mark Douglas strode toward the elevators, Gustovson clutched his arm. Irritation evident on his face, the captain continued on, shrugging the hand loose.

The scientist was undeterred. “I need to talk to you.”

Douglas stopped. “Make it quick. The general wanted me five minutes ago.”

The scientist’s eyes darted around the foyer. No one was paying them any attention. “A mutual acquaintance has stolen some valuable specimens from the lab. A matter of national interest.”

“Yeah, so what?” the younger man sneered, but he bent his head and listened.

“This person must not be permitted to make the existence of these specimens public. The damage to the base and the United States military will be irreparable. She must be stopped, and I know you’re the man for the job. You do understand?”

Watching the man’s reaction, Gustovson smiled to himself.

Telling Douglas that Brianna had been spreading the rumors about him stealing things had been sheer genius.

Douglas contemplated the tiled pattern on the floor. There was only one person Gustovson could be referring to. After a curt nod, he spun away and headed to the elevators. The top brass had done a pretty good job keeping things hushed up.

Even now that he was out of the loop, he still had a few sources.

He had an idea about what was happening. A thoughtful expression on his face, he stepped into the empty elevator.

Clenching his fists, Douglas snarled mentally. It had been Brianna’s idea to go to the lab that night. Getting those papers was just an excuse to leave the party, wasn’t it? When he pushed her back onto the examining table, she was just acting, playing hard to get. If Gustovson hadn’t come in, she would have stopped fighting and spread her legs quickly enough.

Women liked it when men got rough. He slammed his fist into the wall. Who’d have thought she’d spread those lies about him? You couldn’t trust any woman. The other guys still didn’t trust him even though nobody could prove he stole anything.

Where did that bitch get off saying he had?

*

Brianna’s mind whirled as she sped north into the mountains. She must be crazy, stealing them from the lab, but she couldn’t let Gustovson just murder them in the name of science.

Shivers of wonder raced up and down her spine and she smiled in spite of her present predicament. Aliens! She’d always known humans weren’t alone, that there had to be life on other planets, but hermaphrodites! And tails that were really very long penises! Not even Hollywood could have dreamed that up. And how could they understand her when she talked to them?

Where had they learned English?

Brianna glanced into her rear view mirror. “I hope you guys know where you want to go because I don’t have the faintest idea what to do with you. I can’t take you home. My parents would understand and agree with my actions 100 percent, but that’s the first place the authorities will look.”

One of the aliens tapped her shoulder.

Glancing back, she discovered they had inched up to her seat.

One of them pointed towards the mountain to their left.

“Left? Okay, that’s as good a direction as any, I guess.”

Switching to four-wheel drive, she turned onto the dirt road, a cloud of dust settling in her wake.

The taller alien turned to his companion. “Can you remember where the contact point is? Without our instruments, I’m blind.”

Cindar dragged her eyes away from the window. “What happened to your sensor implant?”

“I don’t know. I must’ve fallen on it when we were captured.

My wrist’s numb.”

“Then the captain doesn’t know where we are. We really do need to improve on this system. If we’d both had a transmitter, we wouldn’t be in this predicament.”

Miklan squeezed her hand and smiled. “As long as your locator is working, once we’re in range of the transport point, they’ll lock on to us. All we need to do is find it.”

“No problem. I can hear the frequency in my translator, and it’s becoming stronger the further north we go. Besides, I recognize the trees along this road. The plant life on this planet is absolutely amazing.”

His smile became a grin. “Advantage of being a botanist.”

She laughed gently. “If I weren’t, we wouldn’t have enjoyed that afternoon on Deslossia so much. That was poison llacatian redfern you wanted to use for a bed!”

Hearing the soft, intimate laughter behind her, Brianna decided she had no regrets. These aliens were just as human as anyone else.

*

The pilot of the helicopter tapped Captain Douglas on the shoulder to get his attention, then shouted over the noise of the whirling blades. “She’s turned north onto an old logging road. It winds up the mountain to a small clearing in front of an old abandoned mine. I don’t think they know we’re tracking them.”

Douglas looked up from the map he was studying. “Get us up there ahead of them. We’ll have a reception committee waiting.”

“Roger, Sir. I’ll radio the other choppers.”

Douglas allowed himself a satisfied smile. Brianna O’Shea would pay for ruining his career.

*

Yellow and blue lights lit the console on the navigator’s bridge station. After typing a command into the computer, she turned to her captain. “There’s been a great deal of activity at the contact point, sir. Our monitors picked up transports of some sort off-loading what are probably troops.”