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Ask Alice Ch. 02

By: lostindavoid



"What just happened?" Alice Mihara asked herself as she got to her feet and looked around her bedroom. Everything looked familiar and yet all wrong at the same time. 

Because you fell through the mirror a panicky voice said in her head. 

She looked at the mirror near the bathroom door with apprehension. 

"Impossible," she said. 

She sat on the bed to take a moment to put on her loose sandal, then she went to the mirror and tentatively reached out expecting her shaky hand to go beyond the mirror frame, but her fingers encountered solid glass. In a panic, she went to the bedroom door but found that it was locked. With a pounding heart, she went to the bathroom door, beyond was the other door that led to the hallway. She opened the door and screamed when all she saw was a brick wall a mere foot beyond the opening.

"Cut!" someone yelled.

Alice screamed again and turned to face the person who had just yelled cut.

"Alice, what are you doing?" a man asked. "Why are you at the bathroom door? You are suppose to exit through the other door to go meet the men waiting for you in the living room."

Barely able to think, she said, "The door is locked." The man was surrounded by bright light making him hard to see. Instinctively, she shielded her eyes. 

"God damn! Somebody check that," the man said. "Alice, go back to the mirror and do the cross again. Wait, never mind. Let's move on. Strike this! Set up for the living room! Alice take ten. Ishani, check her makeup." The blinding light went out. 

I'm on a film set? Alice thought no less confused. She worked at a Honolulu TV station and was no stranger to sets and knew one when she saw one, but what the hell was she doing on this set? 

People walked around her and started dismantling her bedroom, walls and all. New walls were put up forming her living room minus the wall that led to the kitchen and front door. 

"You were great Alice," the man said. 

She could see him now. He was chubby with a reddish trimmed beard and long blond hair tied back in a ponytail. He wore a loud red, silk aloha shirt, khaki shorts and sandals. "I liked the confuse and innocent act but I don't know what the screaming was all about."

I'm fucking crazy is what that screaming was all about she wanted to say but couldn't as her throat and chest tightened with panic and confusion. A pretty and shapely dark skin girl walked up to Alice and looked her in the face.

"Hambone," the girl said to chubby blond guy, "Dizzy wants to talk to you in the office."

"Thanks Ishani," Hambone said and walked off the set. 

Ishani the makeup girl guided Alice to a chair where her kitchen should be. Alice mindlessly watched as Ishani selected eyeliner and lip paste from a makeup kit on a table. "Want a smoke?" the makeup girl asked as she worked on Alice's eyes.

"Don't smoke," Alice said flatly.

"Brave of you to quit in the middle of a shoot," Ishani said. Then she leaned back and gave Alice a serious look. "You okay? You look kind of freaked out?" 

"I am freaked out," Alice said in a hard whisper.

"Don't blame you," Ishani said as she dabbed at Alice's lips with pale pink lipstick paste. "Agreeing to do this unsimulated sex movie is really risky. If this falls flat it could mess up your career."

"Where is Nelson?" Alice asked numbly.

"Who's Nelson?"

"I'm dreaming. This isn't happening," Alice said on the edge of hysteria.

"If you're backing out," Ishani said seriously, "You had better let Hambone and Dizzy know right now."

Freaked out as she was, Alice had to ask, "Is the director's name really Hambone?"

"It's Charley Hammond, but we all call him Hambone.

"Who is Dizzy?"

Ishani laughed. "Our producer? Desmond Howe? Girl you feeling alright?"

Alice said nothing as she watched a couple of guys carry her living room sofa onto the set and put it down on a spot marked with tape away from the window, right where it belonged.

Where's the lamp and koa end table? she thought blankly.

On cue, another guy stepped in with said lamp and end table and put it next to the sofa exactly where it should be. 

"That's it. This is too much," Alice whispered. She stood and marched in the direction where the front door to the her Honolulu townhouse should be. Just beyond a camera, she saw a red exit sign in the distance and made for it.

"Hey! I'm not done," Ishani called after her. 

Alice stopped in mid stride, she saw a familiar face. It was the Hawaiian guy from Nelson's bukakke party, the very guy she had planned on fucking in her living room just to piss off Nelson. Seeing someone familiar filled her with marginal hope. She walked up to him, stared him in the face and pleaded, "Help me." He smiled at her. Insanely, she found herself responding to him sexually.

"Know what you mean," the Hawaiian guy said still smiling. "Before now, it's been fade to black or call in the better looking body double."

"No double can ever looks as good as you Harry," Ishani said catching up to Alice.

"This is crazy," Alice said.

"You telling me," Harry said with a nervous laugh. He took Alice's hand in his and squeezed it gently. "I'm glad I'm doing this with you. Makes it way easier. Gotta go change, see you in a little bit." He smiled at her one more time and walked away.

"If I had to fuck anyone for real on camera it would be Harry Hoopii," Ishani said with a dreamy glaze. 

"He's ... wow," Alice agreed.

"He's up there with Cloony and that Thor guy in my dirty fantasies," Ishani said nudging Alice. "Anyway, you seem upset. You want me to go get Hambone and Dizzy?" 

Seeing no point in running anymore, Alice shook her head, went back to the make up station and sat down. If she were dreaming she'd eventually wake up. And if she were crazy? Well ... nothing she could do about that either. But mostly, her new calm had everything to do with the thought of seeing that handsome Harry Hoopii again. And she had to admit that she was curious as to what was going down on this movie set. What did Ishani say? Unsimulated sex? What the hell is that she wondered?

A few minutes later, Harry returned to the set wearing just a dusty mauve robe. She watched him from across the room as he spoke to Hambone the director and some skinny guy in a suit. 

"That's gotta be Dizzy the producer," she whispered to herself. 

She focused on Harry. The guy was flawlessness with that delicious mix of Hawaiian and Asian. She longed to be near him, her fingers itched to touch him. I might be crazy, she thought, but he is beautiful.

"Hey," said a girl plopping herself into a chair next to Alice.

Her slim figure and cute Japanese face was unmistakable, it was her best friend Joy Maeda.

"Joy!" Alice shouted and hugged her friend fiercely.

Joy laughed. "Nice to see you too."

"What's happening to me?" Alice asked close to tears.

"Making the biggest, most stupid mistake in your life," Joy said. They pulled apart. Joy dabbed at Alice's eyes. "Don't cry lolo. You'll just make more work for Ishani." Joy gave Alice a long serious look, shook her head and then said, "I'm a porn star and I get paid big bucks to fuck on film. You on the other hand do movies with Bruce Willis and Jude Law, hang with Gwyneth Poltrow, go on the Tonight Show. Yet you choose to do this?" She held up her fingers to form quotation marks. "An unsimulated sex movie with some no name director?"

"I heard that," Hambone called from across the room."

Joy smiled at him and gave him the finger and said to Alice, "You're fucking crazy baby is all I gotta say."

"That's for sure," Alice said. Then she put on the mental breaks. Did Joy just say she was a porn star?

"Hey Mandy," Ishani said to Joy with a wave. 

"Off duty. Call me Joy," Joy said waving back.

"You're Mandy Almond," Alice said more to herself.

"That's my alias. Don't wear it out," Joy said with a weary smile.

"Mandy Almond from 'Asian Gymnast Sex Slaves,'" Alice continued.

"Winner of six AVN awards," Joy said.

"Crazier and crazier," Alice whispered.

Joy looked across the room at Harry. "That man is hot meat on a bun. I take it all back. Screwing Harry Hoopii might be worth fucking up your career."

"Yeah," Alice said finding herself on the verge of tears again even as she barked a laugh. Four other men entered the set wearing robes exactly like Harry's. Alice and Joy watched them mill about for a few seconds.

"Anyway," Joy said, "I'm here at the producer's request as an emergency body double just in case you suddenly grow a brain."

"Won't work," Alice said managing a smile. "No one would believe it. My tits are way bigger than yours."

Joy laughed and punched her in the arm. 

Alice's Honolulu living room was complete. Weirdly, it wasn't backwards like her bedroom had been. Director Hambone clapped his hands and called out for everyone's attention. "Listen up people! This whole scene will happen with minimal direction. What happens, happens as it happens" 

Everyone in the room frowned at his overuse of the word happen. Hambone went on unperturbed. 

"If anyone feels that they need a break just step away. But remember, the three cameras will keep rolling. The only one who can stop the action is me or Alice. Got that?" Hambone walked up to Alice. He looked her in the eyes and said softly. "For all this to work the sex has to be real. If you're not up to this—" 

"I'm fine," Alice said. 

That was a total lie. But she figured, this can't be any harder than what she did with Nelson and the gang less than an hour ago in this very room. Then she thought ... what if ... the stuff with Nelson on the other side of the mirror wasn't real? This could be the real world ... my life with Nelson could just be a few pages in a move script. Maybe I'm one of those method actors that live a role. Maybe I went too far with my stage craft? Got a little lost and— 

Hambone clapped his hands pulling her out of her strange existential musings. 

"Okay," Hambone said to the room at large, "Alice will enter the living room with all the men from the Mauve club waiting for her in their underwear."

"Sounds familiar," Alice said. 

"Right," Hambone said. "according to the script, this is your second encounter with the group in the same day."

"It got pretty messy just before this," Alice said kind of sort of digging her theory that that she was a hyped up Hollywood actress ... maybe I'm on drugs, she thought hopefully.

"That Bukakke shit is just another day at the office for me," Joy said.

"We changed that in the script," Dizzy the producer said walking over. 

"Dizzy's right," Hambone said, "everything's been toned down as to your request, Alice."

"Yeah, you just suck a half dozen dicks," Joy said, "Every Hollywood starlet is doing it ... but usually not on film unless you're me or Jenna Haze."

"Cut it out Joy," Dizzy said. "You're here to support not discourage."

"Places people," Hambone called out.

Harry and the four male actors lost their robes. All wore plain white underwear.

"Tidy whities," Alice whispered.

"Action! Alice enter the room," Hambone said.

Alice stepped onto the set that was her living room in some other world. She looked into the full length mirror near the big screen TV. It look just like the mirror she had put there herself less than an hour ago. She saw one of the cameras reflected in it. Her eyes roamed the rest of the set and they eventually settled on beautiful Harry Hoopii. Her eyes dropped to his crotch, there was no mistaking his bold erection in his standard white BVDs. They all had erection she saw. Everyone stood around doing nothing just exchanging glances.

"Good God you amateurs!" Joy said clearly exasperated. "Alice, tell the guys to do something! Anything!"

Hambone turned to Joy. "I give the direction on this set," he said irritated.

"Touch me," Alice said softly to the group. Harry was the only one that stepped forward. The other men looked at Hambone wondering what to do. 

"Touch her," Hambone said irritated as if he had given the direction to start with. Joy gave Hambone a small smug smile that he did his best to ignore.

The men approached and tentatively touched her arms, stomach, shoulders and hair. Harry being the boldest, caressed the upper swell of her pubic area. 

"Come on Guys," Joy said. "This chick is giving you permission to feel her up. I know some of you have been whacking off to fake nudes of her on the internet. Don't be shy. Touch her everywhere!"

"Joy—" Hambone barked.

"Let her be," Dizzy said with a hand on Hambone's shoulder.

Hambone looked ready to blow a gasket. But he kept quiet and watched the action. 

Hands groped Alice's a-cups and ass. She gasped at Harry explored her crotch more forcefully through the material of her dress."

"Get under the dress and undies. Stroke her clit, Harry, somebody feel her ass," Joy instructed.

"Why the fuck did I bother coming to work today?" Hambone asked.

"Joy knows this stuff better than you or I," Dizzy said, "let her help."

Hambone gave a disapproving grunt and mumbled, "none of this is suppose to be staged."

Harry hiked up Alice's black dress, slipped a hand down her panties and found her wet clitoris. Hands roamed over her ass. Somebody else got bold and squeezed her tiny tits. Alice gasped with pleasure as she gripped Harry's wrist tightly encouraging a more aggressive probing. And he obliged.

"This is great," Joy said. "Harry undress her."

The other men backed away. Harry's hand slipped out of her panties and he politely smoothed her dress down. He put his hands on the straps of her dress and slid them off her shoulders.

"Not like that, Harry" Joy said. "Look at her, she's hot to go. Rip it off her!"

In one violent downward tug that made Alice bark in surprise, Harry ripped the black dress from her reducing it to a torn pool of cloth around her ankles. She Instinctively crossed her arms over her bra covered breasts. She gave Joy an annoyed look. The dress had cost her sixty dollars at Marshalls. Someone else got into the act and grabbed her black panties from behind and aggressively pulled them down her legs. Her hands dropped from her breasts to her crotch to hide her exposed V of hair.

"Fantastic!" Joy called out. "I love the visual! Somebody get the bra. A pair of hands gripped the back of her bra straps and pulled until the hooks gave way then yanked the bra off her exposing her tiny A-cups. "Good job boys," Joy said. "You're naked and vulnerable, what now Alice?" 

Totally shaken by her violent disrobing, Alice looked around at that the men, unsure what to say. The silence seem to go on forever.

Joy spoke up, breaking the quiet. "Time to earn you paycheck, Alice. Drop down and suck some cock."

"It's your call," Hambone said to Alice. "You do what's comfortable."

"Comfortable?" Joy said giving Hambone a contemptuous look. "The chick is totally freaked out. If you don't want to ruin this genuine real mood, back the fuck off!"

Hambone's eyes widened at the remark.

"I'm not freaked out," Alice said in a shaky freaked out voice."

"Whatever," Joy said obviously still annoyed with Hambone. "Help her along guys. Drop the undies. Pull em out."

The actors lowered their underwear and stepped out of them. Five solid erections hovered around her.

"Look at you girl," Joy said with a trace of awe, "I would need a full time fluffer to get sustained wood like that."

Alice quickly scanned the erections and then her eyes fixed on Harry Hoopii's velvety plum-brown member directly in front of her. Suddenly, her vision swam, the edges of her world got fuzzy, fresh panic seized her brain and hysterical screaming seem to be her next reasonable opposition. She stepped into Harry's arms for literal support.

"Maybe she needs a break," Hambone said 

"Harry stay with her," Joy said. "Keep those fucking cameras rolling. The rest of you get out of the scene for now and bring those boners over here. As we say in my industry, a hardon is a terrible thing to waste." Joy got a towel from Ishani's makeup station, folded it, put it on the floor and knelt on it. She waved the naked men to close in. 

In the comfort of Harry's arms, Alice watched her friend take full charged of the four naked men. In her jeans and simple silk blouse, Joy looked more like a Japanese teenager shopping at the mall than a professional porn star. 

"Hope you got money in the budget for a fluffer of my caliber," Joy said.

At the mention of money, Dizzy the producer was suddenly among the circle of naked erect men. "Don't do a thing, cause you're not being paid," he said. 

Joy casually gripped a hard cock. "Just joking," she said. "Today, I do this pro bono for Alice." She took a dick into her mouth. She stopped for a second and said, "I should at least get my name in the credits somewhere." Joy caught Alice's eyes. "The Cameras are on you Alice."

Feeling a bit more steady in Harry's arms, Alice inhaled his mixture of scents: expensive musky cologne, manly body lotion and hair cream. Under it all was the honest smell of clean human skin. It occurred to her that she could kiss him. And so she did. She immediately discovered that he was a smoker. He had used a breath mint to mask the cigarettes but it was still their. Oddly, she found the combination of tastes very pleasant. 

At the tail end of the kiss, she felt that she should do something for the cameras. She started by rubbing and stroking Harry's shaft and balls with her right hand. Her eyes flickered around to the cameras. She was hardly in the mood to give head, but she dropped to her knees anyway. She gripped his shaft, cradled his balls, took him into her mouth and closed her eyes. She worked him for a few seconds then opened her eyes and looked up at Harry as he looked down at her with hot interest. 

On a lark, she took Harry out of her mouth and said, "Do I have to suck all these cocks coach."

"Coach?" Harry asked befuddled.

"Is that in the script somewhere?" Dizzy asked confused.

Joy gave a muffled laughed. She took the cock out of her mouth and said, "That a line from one of my movies." 

"Um ... I think she's ready for something more," Hambone said tentatively. "We should take advantage ... you know ... while the iron is hot?"

"You heard your director," Joy said to the men around her, "get over there."

The men joined Harry around Alice.

Alice had to admit that she liked being the center of attention. Giving in to the primal madness boiling in her head, she gripped the cock on Harry's left and took it into her mouth. In systematic abandon, she went at all the cocks surrounding her, swallowing shafts as deep as she could, licking and suck balls into her mouth, stroking lengths one and two at a time. 

"Jesus girl," Joy said, "you are one hell of an actor or this dirty business is truly turning you on." 

"The guys are in the way," one of the camera crew said.

"What?" Hambone asked confused.

"The actors are blocking the shot," Joy told Hambone with roll of her eyes. She pointed at a Camera. "You move over here." She pointed at another. "Stay there and take the long view. Don't worry about whose in the shot, just keep filming. "You, other camera guy—"

"I'm camera two," the guy said.

"Whatever," Joy said "Get that stupid lamp and side table out of the way and position there." Joy pulled and pushed at the men standing around Alice to create visual lanes for the cameras.

As all of that happened, Alice kept mindlessly working cock. At one point, she looked up from her wet slippery work and saw that she was back with Harry again. She freed her mouth and said, "Fuck me Harry."

Since Hambone had reasserted himself back into the director's role, everyone on the set looked at him. "Um ... are you sure?" he asked Alice.

"Lolo!" Joy said.


Ask Alice Ch. 02



Mortified, Hambone stepped back.

Joy stood up from her fluffing position and said, "Well, I certainly can't direct and fluff at the same time. Ishani! Get over here."

"I'm here," the shapely Indian girl said ready to do her makeup duties.

"Fluff for us," Joy said to her, "Keep these guys hard."

"What?" Ishani asked with a confused expression.

"You know, fluffing?" Joy said casually. "Suck these guys. Keep them hard."

"I know what fluffing is," Ishani said waving her right hand dismissively. "What I meant to ask was, are you out of your fucking mind you crazy ass bitch?"

"Well I can't do it and direct this charade at the same time," Joy said sounding exasperated.

"No fucking way!" Ishani shouted. "What kind of girl do you think I am?"

"A professional," Joy said. "Will you do it for ten thousand dollars?"

Ishani's jaw dropped open.

"I'm not paying anyone ten thousand dollars for anything!" Dizzy said pushing his way into the scene.

"I'll pay her," Joy said nonchalantly.

"Yeah, right," Dizzy said sarcastically.

"You clearly don't know how much I make in a year do you" Joy asked with an impish smile on her cute Japanese face.

"Doesn't matter," Dizzy said quickly. "I'm not going to let you bully Ishani into doing something she doesn't want to do. Ishani works for me and the investors—"

Joy cut him off. "You mean Vitruvian Entertainment? I own controlling stock, fifty two percent."

"Noway!" Dizzy said instantly. Then thoughtfully added, "Really?"

"If its cash I'll do it," Ishani said.

Dizzy looked at her slacked jawed. 

Joy went to her bag and pulled out a thick mauve envelope.

"Oh shit," Ishani said flatly.

"Ishani, you don't have to—" Hambone started to say.

Ishani cut him off. "This is the down payment on the condo I'm been saving for."

With a shake of his head, Dizzy backed away.

As Joy counted hundred dollar bills into Ishani's hand, the make up girl asked. "You always carry ten thousand dollars around were you go?"

"No," Joy said. "I carry fifty thousand."

Looking freaked out, Ishani fingered the money with slightly shaky hands.

"You got a nice figure," Joy told her. "Show some skin, it helps." 

Joy clasped her hands together and turned toward Alice and Harry. "Where were we?" Alice still knelt before Harry gripping his solid erection. "Oh yeah, you two are gonna fuck on camera." Joy looked around. "Cameras stay where you are. Light guy, get more light on the sofa." Joy looked at Harry's erection in Alice's firm grip. "Girl, you have got this stud's number." 

Despite it all, Alice laughed. 

Joy said, "Get on the couch you two and let's film some lovin'."

Hambone cleared his throat. "As an artistic statement, we wanted to make all the sex in the movie unsimulated." 

Joy gave him a blank look.

"It's the next big thing," Hambone continued. "Real actors making love, liking it, enjoying it."

"Oh please," Joy said with a dismissive tone. "It's still porn whether it's Natalie Portman or Sasha Gray." Joy looked at Alice. "Ready to follow your pussy to oblivion?" 

Alice laughed again. The 'follow your pussy' comment was an old joke of theirs.

Alice stood and ran her fingers over Harry's smooth brown chest. She fingered his darker brown nipples and leaned in to kiss each tenderly. She circled his left nipple with her tongue, kissed it again and then bit. Harry let out a little hiss of pleasure spiced with pain. She pressed her cheek against his dark chest. 

"Fuck me," she said again. 

Harry swept her off her feet like she weight nothing, which wasn't far from the truth. She couldn't be more than a hundred pounds clothed and perhaps soaking wet. He walked her to the sofa.

"Getting this?" Joy asked. 

All camera's said yes.

Harry lowered Alice onto the sofa, knelt between her spread legs, gripped his erection and entered her. She gasped. He pulled back his hips and pushed back in with a smooth gentle thrust. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the mouth.

Tobacco ... mint, Alice thought absently.

"Nice," Joy said, "but I think she's ready for fast, hard and dirty, Harry." Joy giggled. "Fast hard and Dirty Harry. I'm a comedic genius." 

Alice ended the kiss. Joy was right, she wanted it hard and dirty. Fucking seemed like the best way to off set whatever this situation was playing out in her head, be it a dream, drug endued delusion, or just good old fashion madness. Harry quickly got her attention back as he moved in and out of her at a fierce even clip. She gripped the cushion under her butt and gave a gasp of hot pleasure with each violent stab.

"That's my Hollywood starlet!" Joy said. "Do her Harry! Fuck her! Make her see Cecil B. DeMille!"

Alice screeched out a laugh. Then she found herself on the edge of orgasm. "Oh God," she said as the world around her filled with bright white light. Her legs clamped around Harry's middle to hold him right where she needed him. Her orgasm went off like fireworks, flaring, popping, exploding! "God I'm insane!" she yelled.

"What now?" Joy asked. "New position? Take you from behind? You on top? Reverse cowboy?"

"New lover," Alice said with a gasp as she released her death grip around Harry's waist with her legs.

"Gangbang it is," Joy said sounding like Alice had simply ordered up a cocktail. Joy tapped at Harry's shoulder. He pulled out of her and moved aside. "Keep filming," Joy said to the crew. "Move those brute cameras were you need them." She pulled a sweaty Alice to her feet and walked her to the scrum of men gathered around Ishani the makeup girl. 

The Indian girl knelt on the floor in her jeans. She had removed her top exposing ample cleavage in a no nonsense white bra, the light material a pleasing contrast against her dark skin. Gripping a hard cock in each hand and with a dubious expression on her pretty face, she looked up at Joy and Alice. 

"This is so fucking wrong," Ishani said then covered the head of an erection with her mouth.

"That's a good fluffer," Joy said. 

Ishani rolled her eyes up at Joy, freed a hand long enough to give her the bird. 

Joy laughed. "If you weren't creating such beautiful wood I'd dock some pay." Joy looked at Alice and said, "Pick you're flavor."

Still breathing hard, from her orgasm, Alice scanned the four men around Ishani. She focused in on the one Ishani was currently working with her mouth and pointed at him. 

"What's your name stud?" Joy asked the selected dude.

Kurt Tannhausen," the guy said. "I've been in two films so far. One with Mr. Hammond and—"

"Don't need your glossy eight by ten," Joy said cutting him off. "Just fuck her from behind on the sofa. Although you might consider changing your last name to something people can spell." 

"Excuse me," Kurt said politely to Ishani as he pulled out of her mouth. Ishani laughed a bit as she wiped her chin. The remaining men and in on Ishani all anxious to fill the void left by Kurt. 

"If only my departed parents could see my now," Ishani said with a roll of her eyes. "They'd be so proud." An erection poked at her lips. She laughed gripped the erection and took him into her mouth.

Kurt Tannhausen stepped up to Alice. He had short blond hair, his tanned, athletic body pleasing to the eye. She had picked him because she reminded her of one of the choreographers from 'Dancing With the Stars.' Her eyes dropped to his erection glistening from Ishani's attentions. He wasn't porn star monster big, but not small by any means either. He took her by surprise when he covered her mouth with a kiss. His mouth was warm and tasted of spearmint, no tobacco this time though. He was far broader than Harry, she doubted that she could get her arms completely around him if she tried. Alice liked the kiss and she circled his neck with her arms to press in closer. 

He was a foot taller than her and when he straitened his back, her feet left the floor. Spontaneously, she curled her legs around his hips and crawled up higher on his body to maintain the kiss. He gripped her ass to help lift her up. She got high enough on him that his erection dropped under her and poked at wet opening. 

"Since we're just about there ... " Joy said. 

She walked to the standing couple, gripped Kurt's erection and guided it part way into Alice. Joy's hand bumped and brushed Alice's clitoris during the insertion and a hot electric thrill rippled through Alice. With Kurt was firmly inserted, Joy briefly brushed a hand over Alice's spread butt cheeks creating more electric sparks.

"How's that feel?" Joy asked.

"Interesting," Alice said. Joy had no idea that it was her incidental touching that created most of the interest.

"And you big boy?" Alice asked Kurt.

"Um ... fine," he said with a bit of a hitch in his voice.

Joy giggled. "Liar. Take her to the sofa, put her down and fuck her from behind like I asked. 

Kurt walked Alice to the sofa a few steps away.

"Nice visual," Joy said backing up to get out of the way of the shifting cameras. Kurt gently peeled Alice away from him and lowered her down. Alice got on her knees facing the back of the sofa and supported herself with her hands on the top edge. Kurt gripped his erection in his right hand, probed her wet opening with the head, then entered her doggie style with a gentle firm thrust. He kissed the back of her head as his hands slipped around her ribcage to gently explored her perky A-cups. 

"Enough of this lovey stuff guys," Joy said. "We ain't filming this for the Hallmark Channel. Kurt, fuck this crazy Asian bitch!"

Taking the direction to heart, Kurt thrust into her forcefully making her bounce and gasp. She gripped harder at the top of the sofa to keep from bucking forward on her face. 

"Let's get the gang into this bang," Joy said. "Harry and another one of you guys, come around back of the sofa and feed her some dick." 

As instructed, Harry and one another guy came around and presented their erections to Alice. It wasn't easy with Kurt pounding in and out of her to give head because she couldn't use her hands as she needed them to hold herself up on to the sofa. The best she could managed was holding a cock in her mouth for just a couple of seconds.

"Oh shit!" Ishani called out. "This dude's about to come!"

Joy looked over at Ishani and yelled, "Don't fucking waste it! Take him to the back of the sofa!" Ishani stood quickly, gripped the guy by his dick and rushed him to the backside of the sofa. "Alice, face that dick! "joy said. "Ishani, stroke and point!"

"I should get more pay for doing this!" Ishani said.

"You should get docked for excessive fellatio," Joy said.

"Sorry, I'm new at this." 

A jet of jizz shot out and struck Alice above the right eyebrow and Ishani yelped at its suddenness. Another spurt followed stripping Alice's right cheek at a slant all the way down across her lips and chin. A last burst coated the area above her upper lip under her nose. All the while, as Kurt pounded into her, Alice's head bobbed up and down like a rock n roll headbanger.

Ishani made a yucky face as she stroked the twitching erection in her hand. 

Alice saw that the Indian girl had removed her jeans, her panties were as bright white as the bra. The girl had a spectacular figure. One of the guys casually ran a pale hand over her dark brown, bra covered bosom. She seemed unaware he was doing it, or pretended not to notice. 

"You're beautiful," Alice said to Ishani.

Ishani frowned. "Thank you," she said a bit bewildered. 

"I'm coming!" Kurt called out.

"Show me the money!" Joy yelled. "Come on her pretty little ass! "

"No!" Alice barked. She was close to another orgasm and didn't want him to stop. Kurt pulled out of her, gripped his wet hardon and spray the crack of her ass with six warm spurts. 

"I wanna come again!" Alice demanded. 

"Drop on your back," Joy said. She pointed to the guy feeling Ishani's breasts. "You're up titty boy."

"Should I clean her up?" Ishani asked letting go of the the fading erection in her hand. 

"No way," Joy said. "This here's a gangbang baby! No stopping until all the lizards are drained."

The tit feeler walked to the other side of the sofa, dropped to his knees on the floor between Alice's legs, gripped his erection, guided it into her opening and entered her with one rough thrust. He quickly got going. Then just a hand full of thrusts later, he pulled out of her and sprayed a white mess across her stomach and flattened chest.

"I'm not done you asshole!" Alice cried her face shiny with jizz and sweat.

"Harry take her from behind on the sofa," Joy said. "You," she pointed at the last guy who hadn't had a turn yet, "fill her mouth. Stuff her from both sides. We're gonna turn our Japanese babe into a Chinese handcuff.

Harry maneuvered Alice onto her hands and knees sideways on the sofa and entered her. The other guy dropped opposite Harry and filled her mouth. Vaguely, Alice sensed the movement of the cameras, the crew, Joy and the others. Mostly, she focused on Harry pushing in and out of her, the cock in her mouth an annoying distraction she did her best to ignore. 

"Both of you, money shot on the face," Joy told the men.

Alice didn't care about that. All that mattered to her was the heat building deep inside her. With every one of Harry's thrusts, she inched closer. Finally, she saw the light and rushed toward it.

She pulled away from the cock in her mouth and yelled "Fucking God!" Her next words turned into a primal scream as her orgasm swallowed her whole. In the middle of her throes, Harry pulled put of her, pushed her into a sitting position, slipped off the sofa and stood in front of her pointing his wet erection at the center of her face. The other guy pressed on her left pointing his hardon at her face too. Some sense returned to her and she wiped at the mess on her face and pushed at her sweaty hair to get it out of her eyes. For a couple of seconds, she marveled at the contrasting colors of the two erections aimed at her ... Plumb brown ... light pink. Then both erupted at the same moment. 

She flinched and closed her eyes as warmth exploded on her forehead and between her eyes, along her nose, right cheek, lips and chin. She could feel stuff peppering her hair.

"Oh man!" Joy called out. "On a porn set we would spend hours setting up for a facial like this." 

Alice blinked her eyes open and made to touch her face. 

"Don't do that," Joy said. "Let the cameras get their fill first. Guy's, gather around I want her surrounded by hanging dicks." The guys pressed in all around her. Alice sat on the sofa, her chest heaving from exertion, but other than that, she was absolutely still. She wanted to wipe at her face, her hair felt clumpy and heavy from her forehead to her shoulders especially on the right side. She craved a hot towel. 

For no reason, her eyes focused on Ishani standing next to one of the cameras. The girl was shapely and beautiful in her bright white underwear, her skin smooth and dark, her hair long, silky and dark... eyes dark ... everything ... dark ....

Alice's world went dark. Her eyes rolled up in her head and she slumped sideways on the sofa. 

********** 

Alice saw a bright light... I should go to it, she thought. The light shifted and took shape. 

A long time later she realized that she was looking up into the pale Japanese face of her best friend, Joy Maeda. 

"Welcome back to middle earth," Joy said.

Alice sat up. "Were am I?"

"In your private dressing room," Joy said. "I think I'll ask for one of these in my next movie deal. I wonder if Sasha Gray had her own dressing room?"

Alice touched her face.

"I cleaned you off best I could," Joy said. "I highly recommend a long hot shower after a cum deluge."

"What happened?" Alice asked. She looked around. The dressing room looked more like a hotel suit. She lay on a bed with soft designer sheets, a light blanket covered her, she was still naked.

"You passed out. Everyone freaked. Dizzy and Hambone wanted to call the paramedics but I stopped them. People pass out on porn sets all the time so I made them bring you here."

"I'm really messed up," Alice said.

"Glad you took my lesson to heart," Joy said. "My line of work is pretty degrading ain't it." 

She pulled Joy in for a hug. Joy hugged back.

"You can still back out," Joy said softly. "You got the money. Get some lawyers, kill this fucked up stupid deal."

"There's something else," Alice said.

"Go take that shower," Joy said pulling away from her. "I'll go tell Dizzy that you're okay. When you're dressed, well talk all about your future over a fuck load of drinks." Joy kissed her friend's cheek and left the dressing room.

**********

Alice stood in the shower, soothing streams of hot water drummed her back and shoulders. As she shampooed her hair vigorously for the third time, her mind raced with jumbled thoughts. 

Am I this fucked up Hollywood actress bent on destroying her career? Don't feel like I am. I'm pretty sure that I'm Alice Mihara of Honolulu. I worked at KKHI TV as an assistant to to the Sports commentator Ollie Cambra. I'm not into making unsimulated sex movies. 

Then she thought of her bukakke party a couple of hours ago with Nelson and the others. 

Okay there is that one strange parallel. 

But if I were truly Alice the movie star, she kept thinking, I'd have some inkling? Right?—but there was nothing. Maybe this is how madness works she thought gloomily. 

She stepped out of the shower, dried herself and slipped on a warm fluffy mauve robe just like the ones Harry and the other cast members wore. She went to the dressing room closet and went through the hanging clothes. Everything was expensive and stylish, the kind of clothes a movie star would own. She selected a nice blue dress that must have cost hundreds, maybe thousands. She thought of the black dress she wore when this all began. Her sixty dollar purchase from Marshalls was just tattered remnants now on its way to some land fill. In a fancy box on an upper shelf she found expensive underwear. She selected a pair of black silk panties that felt amazing when she slipped them on. She didn't bother with a bra. 

"With those micro A-cups you're just a nipple lick away from being titless." Alice said aloud, quoting Joy's favorite joke aimed at her slight figure. 

The blue dress was a perfect fit, obviously tailored just for her ... No, tailored for Alice the movie star. She scanned through the dozen pairs shoes at the bottom of the closet. Aside from the obvious high price tag, the shoes looked like the styles she would select, no obnoxious high heels in the bunch. She selected simple black sandals with cute silver buckles. She pulled down an expensive looking jewelry box with a combination lock. She had no idea what the combination was so she put the box aside. In a black carryall with wheels next to the bed, she found a makeup bag filled with expensive cosmetics. She stood at the full length mirror on the back of the closet door and worked on her face.

Even with her hair damp and limp from the shower she looked great. "You are beautiful," she said to her reflection. "No," she said seconds later, "Alice the movie star is beautiful."

She stood there looking at her reflection for a long time. Then she felt it, a slight breeze coming from the mirror. Her reflection change before her eyes weirdly reduced to a silvery gray translucent silhouette. 

"I don't belong her," she decided and boldly stepped into the mirror.

**********

She shivered, where ever she had arrived was dark and cold. A droning mechanical sound came from her right. She stood still for a long time. Her eyes eventually adjusted to the dimness and she saw that she was in a hotel room with the air conditioning turned up high. She went to the window above the droning air conditioner. Sick of the sound, she hit the off switch. She grabbed the drape cord and pulled open the curtains. Even though she had never been there in her life, she knew she was looking down at the chase lit street of the Los Veges strip at night.




Ask Alice Ch. 02



"What now," she said aloud.

On cue it seemed, the door to the room opened and in stepped of all people, Nelson her boyfriend. Overjoyed to see him she rushed toward him but stop short when a hulking man in a suit carrying a briefcase stepped in front of Nelson.

"Nice outfit," the hulking guy said. "I knew you'd look sheik if you took the time to doll up." The guy smiled down at her, but his eyes were cold and mirthless. She tried to step a round him but he made it clear that he wasn't about to let her anywhere near Nelson. Confused, she stepped back. The big guy looked familiar, she was pretty sure that he was one of the guys at the Nelson's bukakke party from—two mirrors ago?

"Mario, really," Nelson said as she shut the hotel room door. "She's just a tiny oriental girl. How dangerous can she be?"

Did he just say oriental? Alice thought perplexed. Has Nelson lost his mind? Who calls Asian people oriental nowadays? Nobody!

"Besides," Nelson continued, "she's our new best friend 'cause she made us a shit load of money today. Show her."

Menacing Mario went to the bed, put the briefcase on it and popped it open. It was filled with stacks of cash.

"Pretty ain't it," Nelson said. "You're gonna do it again. Right?"

"No," Alice said softly. 

She wasn't saying no to his request (which made on sense to her whatsoever) she was saying no to the bizarre situation. Why the fuck was Nelson talking like a Tony Soprano gangster? I'm on another movie set she reasoned and looked around for camera crews and stage lights.

Mario grabbed her left wrist startling her.

"You wanna rephrase that?" Nelson asked her calmly.

Mario squeeze her wrist. The pain was immediate and got worst by the second.

"Yes!" Alice yelled. "I'll do what you want!" 

"Let her go," Nelson said.

Mario gave her one last squeeze, she yelped, then he let her go. In tears, she backed away rubbing her wrist. Mario gave her a that smile again but this time he looked genuinely happy.

"Let's crunch some numbers," Nelson said cheerfully, clearly unconcerned that he had just ordered some goon to hurt her.



Ask Alice Ch. 03



Notes from the author:

Hello reader. Parts one and two of this story were published under the fetish category. By the end of part two the science fiction angle took over so I thought I'd try it here in the science fiction and fantasy category. Here is a brief set up to get you caught up.

In part one, Alice Mihara, a Japanese girl from Honolulu participates in a group sex party arranged by her boyfriend, Nelson. At first, she's reluctant and not keen on the idea of being the only woman at the party. After putting her initial hesitancy aside, she surprises her boyfriend (and herself) at the crazy sleazy things she was willing to do. At nights end, after showering away the bukakke dousing she received from the men at the party, an odd tingling sensation forms in her her fingertips and toes. The sensation quickly spreads throughout her entire body putting her in a panic. Then quite unwittingly, Alice bizarrely stumbles through a mirror into another word.

In part two, a thoroughly freaked out Alice finds herself on a movie set that looks exactly like her Honolulu townhouse. In this world, she is a famous movie star up there with the likes of Gwyneth Paltrow and Natalie Portman. People she knows exist in this new world, but all are bizarrely different, chiefly, her best friend Joy Maeda, who is insanely the famous porn star, Mandy Almond. Alice discovers that she is staring in a movie about her sexual exploits from her other life. Written into her movie contract is a scene that calls for unsimulated sex, the very same group sex scene she had lived through on the other side of the mirror. Doubting her sanity, and with help from her porn star best friend, Alice performs the scene with raunchy perfection. The weird sensation in her body returns. This time, Alice willingly steps through a dressing room mirror hoping it will return her to her to her old life. No such luck though. Poor confused Alice finds herself in the clutches of Las Vegas gangsters in the year 1983. 

**********

September, 1983, Hollywood California

In answer to an ad announcing an open audition for a part in an art film, Alice Mihara sat in a seedy front office on Hollywood Boulevard waiting for her turn to talk to producers. Five other women were ahead of her. Rumors floated that the guys running this so called 'art film' worked for the porn industry. People had showed up anyway, for this was Hollywood where everyone jumped at the chance to get into a film, even a possible porno.

Alice sat brooding about the insane situation she was in. First of all a gangster from Las Vegas was hunting for her, second, she was, hands down, the strangest refuge in all of human history. She didn't escape from some war torn country, that would have been normal, even desirable. Alice Mihara was lost in time for somehow she had left the year 2014 and found herself in the year 1983. All the gangster stuff aside, being stuck in 1983 was somewhere between hell and damnation. She prayed that this movie audition will help her find her way back to 2014.

She looked around and saw that she was the only one in the room not plastered with heavy makeup or wearing spandex of some kind. Alice suspected that some of the women in the room, perhaps all of them, were seasoned porn stars. Alice wore a simple white blouse and a snug black skirt that came to mid thigh. She had wrongheadedly dressed as she would have for a job interview in her time. She wished for hot pants, a fuchsia tube top and a lot more makeup ... not to mention bigger boobs. There must be a full acre of fake tits in the room if all were summed together. Clearly, plastic surgery was in high gear in the gaudy 80's and her small A-cup chest felt totally inadequate. Also, she was the only one in the room not smoking. 

As a smelly cloud of tobacco smoke floated her way, Alice did her best not to show her disgust. She desperately wanted to tell the others in the room that being in the sex industry was unhealthy enough without sucking poison into your lungs. Too polite (and not stupid) she held her tongue...and breath. 

A fat guy in a ponytail dressed in a loud red aloha shirt and khaki shorts, smelling of cheep cologne, stepped into the room. 

"Chelsea Nova?" the guy called, looking at a clipboard. 

A tall blond with a figure that would look perfect on an eighties porno VHS box, crushed out her cigarette and followed fat boy through a door marked by a handmade sign that said MOVIE AUDITION-QUIET PLEASE.

Alice had signed in with a bogus name. She didn't want to use her real name of course, not with a gangster on her tail. She still found it hard to get her head around the fact that just three months ago, she had stepped through a mirror and into the life a different Alice. The 1983 Alice had worked for Lester Byson the mobbed up owner of the Roman Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas. The other Alice had been some kind of computer wiz and had created a program that predicted the outcomes of pro football games with near thirty present accuracy. 2014 Alice popped into the body of 1983 Alice just as one of Lester Byson's goons was making her an offer she couldn't refuse. Under threat of torture, 2014 Alice agreed to work for Byson. Unfortunately, she had no idea how to run the programs the other Alice had created on her modified Apple Lisa. To her 2014 sensibilities, using that old computer was like trying to start a fire without matches, a thing she had no idea how to do. Out of desperation, she leaned on her near photographic memory. 

Back in Honolulu ... two mirrors ago ... Alice worked for a TV station. She was the sports statistician for the lazy and ultimately stupid sports caster, Marty Soto. Her knack for retaining information made the ex-football player look like a genius. Anyway, Alice had memorized mountains of scores and stats for the NFL going back to the first Super Bowl. Naturally, her predictions for the gangsters went from the low thirties to one hundred percent accurate. Needless to say, she got the full attention of the head gangster Lester Byson. 

That turned out okay at first. She became the darling of Lester Byson's eyes and he gave her a suite to live in on the VIP floor of the hotel. She never had to pay for meals and ate at the best restaurants in town. Byson paid for all her clothes too and let her use his limo fleet to where ever she wanted to go. Although she missed the trappings of her life in 2014, she liked being treated like a rock star. Who wouldn't? 

The luster wore off on the day Lester Byson called her into his office. A nervous looking skinny man sat in a plush chair before Byson's desk. Two of Byson's goons stood nearby eying up the guy. One of the goons was Nelson. 

Two mirrors ago, in Honolulu 2014, Nelson was her boyfriend. He had worked at the same TV station as her. That other Nelson was sort of responsible for Alice stepping through that first mirror. He had arranged the little orgy she took part in that had somehow launched her into an alternate existence. She had no idea why she was able to walk through mirrors, all she knew was that it was somehow connected to her sexual activity. The odd repeating of people she knew from her world seemed a staple of her mirror travels and she simply didn't question it anymore. Anyway, this Nelson was NOT her boyfriend, in fact he was the one who put the hurt on her when she had first arrived. 

"My Oriental good luck charm," Byson said, squeezing both her hands then kissed her cheeks like she was family.

Alice flinched at the word Oriental. In 2014, no one used the word. "ASIAN good luck charm," Alice corrected as Byson invited her to sit in the chair next to the twitchy guy.

Byson gave her a leveled look, but then smiled and even chuckled. She knew that he wasn't the kind of guy who liked being corrected, especially not in front of his minions. But she was making him a butt load of money and had earned a little indulgence. 

"I wanna let you know Alice, that this wasn't my idea, okay?" Byson said as he sat in his chair behind his desk.

"What's up?" Alice asked. Her eyes flickered to the nervous guy seated next to her.

"This is Rich Navarro," Byson said bobbing his head at skinny twitchy guy. "He's a card counter, he cheats me out of my money."

"Mr. Byson, please—" Navarro started to say.

Alice flinched when Byson yelled at Navarro cutting him short.

"Shut the fuck up you degenerate cheat!" 

Byson picked up a glass paperweight with the hotel symbol on it and threw it at Navarro smacking him hard in the mouth splitting open his lower lip. Navarro clutched at his now bleeding mouth and wisely kept quiet.

Alice shook allover from the sudden brutality. 

"See what you made me do you fucking cheat?" Byson said, sitting back into his chair. "You made me do violence in front of this delicate little Oriental lady." 

Someone stepped between Alice and the Navarro. It was Marco Delamo, Byson's limo driver. Alice instinctively leaned away from him. Marco gave Alice a smile that made her skin crawl. Their was something dark and evil about the guy, and from day one, he scared the shit out of her. 

Marco nodded to Nelson. Nelson grabbed Navarro's left arm and held it straight up. 

"Oh please Mr. Byson," Navarro begged.

"Don't you fucking whine to me," Byson said.

Marco gripped the guys left thumb. Navarro howled in pain as Marco bent and snapped it like a twig. Navarro tried to pull his arm down but Nelson held firm and the other goon held Navarro down in the chair with two big mitts at the guy's shoulders near his neck. 

Alice grew pale, her eyes wide with horror. Marco's eyes found hers, he gave her a wink like he was letting her in on a joke as he gripped the guy's index finger on the same hand and snapped that one too. He systematically moved from finger to finger until all five were broken and Navarro screamed with each snapped digit. Nelson let Navarro's arm drop. Moaning, Navarro held his crippled hand close to his chest, his face pale, tears leaking from his eyes. 

Marco's brow wrinkled and he ask Byson, "Is he right or left handed?"

"Right," Byson said. "I would know because I watched him cheat me on the security videos." 

"So sorry Rich," Marco apologized to Navarro. "I did the wrong hand, gotta start over."

"NO!" Navarro screamed as Nelson muscled Navarro's other arm up high. Marco repeated his brutal performances as Byson chuckled. 

Alice got sick and puked in Byson's wastebasket. Byson gave her a serious look and said, "You don't ever wanna cheat me, understand, Alice?" She nodded gravely to show that she had taking the lesson to heart. He smiled and playfully bumped her nose with a knuckle."Good girl. Like I said, this was not my idea, but Marco thought that you should understand our policy about cheats, okay?"

Marco gave her a warm smile.

The brutality on that day effectively burst Alice's rock star bubble. Immediately, she started a campaign of sleeping around with Byson's goons and his VIP guests in hopes of recreating a mirror escape but nothing came of that. Her anxiety grew with each failure, and worse, she was on Marco's radar. Everywhere she turned, there he was. Two weeks after watching the card cheat get his fingers busted, Alice skipped town via Greyhound with just two thousand dollars in cash. She headed to Los Angeles. It seemed like a big enough place to get lost in ... she hoped. 

The waiting room was getting unbearable with all the smoke. She considered giving up her spot just to go outside to breathe in the somewhat fresher L.A. smog. But she held firm banking that this audition was the right sleazy ticket she was looking for.

Fake boobed Chelsea Nova came storming back into the smoke filled room. 

"They're just a couple of fucking pervs!" the woman said, "They ain't makin' a movie! They just wanna see your tits!" She walked out and all the women in the room left with her. 

Alice stayed. The sleazier these guys were the better she figured. 

Fat ponytail guy came into the room along with a skinny guy dressed in a bad fitting dark blue suit. They both gawked at Alice, amazed that someone was still in the waiting area. 

"Um ... we'll be right back," the fat guy said. The pair went back into the room marked by the audition sign and closed the door behind them. 

She sighed. With nothing else to do but wait, the rehashed events that had led her to this moment. 

After stepped off the bus in downtown L.A., she found a cheap apartment in Hollywood. Sleeping around with every guy she met hadn't work in Vegas so she took a shot at getting work at local strip clubs. The first thing she learned was that she was in lousy shape especially after months of living a life of indolent luxury. The first couple of auditions wore her out. She took to jogging and hitting the local YMCA to get fit so that she could compete for runway space. After several rejections, she finally landed a stripper gig but nothing came out of that but mediocre tips. She simply didn't have the figure to pull in the big money, but more importantly, stripping didn't spark whatever it was that allowed her to step into a mirrors. She didn't understand why it didn't work? She was sure that men staring at her naked body would do the trick.

After weeks of ineffectual stripping, she saw an ad for an escort service and went to apply for a job. She had no delusion what an escort really was. Prostitution payed better than stripping and most the time nobody cared that she lacked big breasts. She did a lot of fucking but no mystery tingling manifested ever. On a day, after being fucked from behind by some sweaty jerk in an ally who skipped out on paying her, she went home and got totally shit faced. She was so miserable that she actually missed working for Lester Byson at the Roman Hotel. At least there she was comfortable. Here in L.A. she had to hold down a shitty job at a restaurant on top of doing johns in allies. One night, in drunken despair, she violently threw herself at the dressing mirror near her bed desperate to escape the misery her life had become. The next day, sporting a bruised forehead and a swollen nose, not to mention a broken mirror, she vowed never again to get that drunk again. She broke that vow next day of course. 

Desperate for money, she sought out a local bookie and placed a few bets on some football games. She worried that Byson would be looking out for someone placing winning bets on NFL games so she made sure that her bets were modest and just enough to cover her meager rent and groceries. To play it safe, She threw in a couple of loser bets for window dressing. 

Her head returned to the present when fat and skinny came back into the waiting area. 

"What's your name?" skinny guy asked.

"Trixie Takahashi," she lied. She had gotten the name from a science fiction story she had read. It was an e-book bought by Honolulu Nelson for his Kendall Fire. The story was pure porn but she had kind of liked it. The main character was a rough and tumble Japanese chick doing her best to survive in a big complex world not of her making ... much like Alice like herself. 

"Come in Trixie," skinny guy said, "sorry about the ruckus."

She shouldered her bag and followed them into the connecting office. She wasn't surprised to see a black leather sofa with a camera on a tripod nearby. Across from the sofa was a desk with a closet door behind it. The camera on the tripod looked old even by 1983 standards. Did it even work? she wondered. Just to see what they would say, she asked, "Why did the blonde girl storm out?"

"Well—" fat ponytail guy said but skinny blue suit cut in on him.

"We told her that the lead roll was going to be an Oriental girl. She didn't like that."

Alice smirked. Quick on his feet this one. "We don't like the term Oriental. It's Asian now," she corrected him. She wasn't sure if that were true here in '83, but fuck it, she hated the word Oriental. Why should she have to orient herself to someone else anyway?

"Sorry, Asian it is" skinny said. He stuck his hand out and she shook it. "My name is Dizzy I'm the producer. He pointed at fat ponytail guy. "This is Hambone the director."

Dizzy? Hambone? Either they were made up names of their mothers really hated them. 

"We would like to ask you a few questions if that's okay?" Hambone, the so called director, said picking up a clip board. 

He probably thought that the clipboard helped in his sincerity. Regretting her decision to stay, Alice lied, "I have another audition in an hour can we get this going?"

"Um ... okay," Dizzy said. "There is a bikini scene in the movie. Are you comfortable stripping down right now to show us what you got?"

Fucking losers, she thought. Just as she was about to stand and leave, she felt a tingling in her finger tips. Noway! Stripping in front of hundreds of horny men hadn't done a thing for her! Being fucked from behind in an ally hadn't caused some much as a tickle ... but somehow these these sleaze balls are setting me off! Go figure?

With her heart racing, she stood up and pulled her blouse over her head then unbuttoned her black skirt reducing herself to a black bra and white panties. Her toes started tingling now. 

"Okay ... um great," Hambone said, taken off guard by her sudden compliance. Both men gawked at her like slack jawed idiots at a carnival freak show. She could almost feel their gaze on her exposed skin. She stared back waiting for one of them to speak. The morons didn't say a thing. She roll her eyes and said. "I'm okay with nudity too."

"Um ... good," Dizzy said, recovering from carnal shock first. "Several hot love scene are written in for the main character."

"Yeah, the leading man is here to do a scene with you," Hambone said. "You okay with that?"

"Absolutely," she said doing her best to look cute and alluring in her underwear. She hated acting cute, but it was all she had going. Clearly, in the big titty eighties she couldn't rely on her tiny A-cups. If Chelsea Nova and the other chicks hadn't cleared out, she doubted that these clowns would have given her half a glance. 

Dizzy placed his hand on a black box on the desk and said loudly, "Kurt can you come in please?"

She rolled her eyes yet again. She suspected that the intercom wasn't really working for she saw no wires coming out of the thing and she doubted that the term wireless barely existed in the 1983. The door behind the desk opened and the so named Kurt stepped out. 

He was waiting in the fucking closet? OMG!

The stupid set up aside, Kurt caught her fancy. The dude wasn't bad looking in a tacky, tanned Chippendale dancer kind of way. He had a blond crew cut and his nicely muscled upper body challenged his black t-shirt. He wore jeans that displayed a nice package. His eyes swept over her near naked form. Interestingly enough, the bulge between his legs tightened. He's certainly happy to see me, tiny figure or not, Alice thought with relief. A flush of desire rippled through her, followed by a familiar pressure in her head. God all mighty! This is happening! This is my ticket out! 

Kurt's eyes dropped down to his crotch. He seemed dismayed at his reaction to her. He abruptly sat down on the sofa and crossed his legs to hide his condition. Was he worried about scaring me off? she thought. Or was he simply a little shy? If he was, she found that weirdly endearing. 

Dizzy cleared his throat. "Trixie, this is Kurt our leading man." 

She waked over to Kurt and held her hand out and the shook. She gave Kurt a small smile and even manged to look a little shy herself.

Dizzy and Hambone's eyes skittered allover her making her skin crawl, and yet at the same time, turning her on. Hambone handed out scripts. Alice read the title on the cover of hers aloud. "Frankenstein In Lust." 

"It's a sexy adaptation of the Frankenstein monster story," Dizzy explained.




Ask Alice Ch. 03



"DUHHHH," Alice said loudly. The three men gave her a quizzical look. Apparently, that bit of cultural sarcasm hadn't caught on just yet.

Dizzy said, "Kurt plays Victor the monster and you play the scientist's neglected wife Natasha."

"And that part is slated for an Asian girl?" she asked doing her best to keep from openly mocking what had to be a REALLY stupid script.

"Um ... yeah ..." Dizzy said. "We wanted to take a less traditional approach to casting."

"And the monster, Victor Frankenstein, played by Kurt, is handsome and sexy," Hambone added.

"Actually, Victor Frankenstein was the scientist who created the monster in Mary Shelly's book," Alice said. "ELIZABETH was the wife's name. I don't think the monster had a name but its goal in life was to destroy his creator Dr. Victor Frankenstein. In the beginning of the book the monster is innocent, gentle and sweet. Only after contact with people does he truly become a monster, but only because people were monstrous to him. The true monster in the story was Victor and all of humanity for rejecting the poor creature because it was hideous to look at. Fucking sad."

The three men gawked at her.

Kurt spoke for the first time, "Frankenstein was a book?"

Lucky you got looks dude, Alice thought.

Dizzy said, "In OUR adaptation, the monster confesses his love for Natasha — make that Elizabeth," he added with a slash of a ball point pen. "Stand up to read your lines, Kurt."

Kurt stood. The guy was about six-two and he towered over Alice's four eleven frame. 

"At this point," Dizzy said, "we will require some nudity on your part and Hambone is gonna film the scene with a portable camera for analysis later. Is that okay?"

Bullshit, Alice thought. I bet this is when Chelsea Nova walked out. Alice gave her cutest, innocent smile and said, "If it will help me get the part?"

"Guaranteed," Dizzy said with a cheery, sleazy leer.

Hambone reached behind the desk and pulled out the portable camera. The thing was the size of a car battery and looked just as heavy. Alice snickered, back in 2014 she probably had a cell phone app that took better video than that monster.

Hambone pointed the camera at her and said, "Go to page thirty seven. You open the scene, Trixie." 

She leafed to page thirty seven and read from the top.

"Victor please, this is unnatural ... this is wrong. You're a monster created by my husband we can't possibly fuck." Action notes in parenthesis said she should turn away from the monster and put the back of her hand to her forehead. The real monster was the dip shit who actually wrote this crap, she thought. The pressure in her head increased so that encourage her to continue with the farce. She followed through with the action feeling a bit foolish doing it in her underwear.

Kurt read his lines in a flat mid-western drone, "My creator is a fool! He has no appreciation for what is right under his nose. You are ..." he paused for a couple of beats and then said, "you are very beautiful."

The guy had gone off script for the the actual line was 'hot mama.' Alice looked into Kurt's eyes and saw that he was addressing her directly with the compliment. 

Going off script too, she said softly, "You're beautiful too."

She dropped the shitty script on the sofa and startled Kurt's when she stepped into his arms and covered his mouth with hers. He tasted minty and fresh. He had probably popped a couple of Tic Tacs while sitting in the closet waiting for his cue. Did Tic Tacs exist in the eighties? she wondered. With every passing second the kiss heated up. She wiggled against him. He dropped his script to the floor and his hands roamed down her back to grip her panty covered ass. To her dismay, Kurt abruptly ended the kiss and took a step back as he gazed at her with a puzzled expression. 

Is it possible that he's feeling what she was feeling? She was certainly putting something out like a vibe or pheromone. Things had happened fast the other two times she jumped through a mirror and it never occurred to her to think of how others were behaving around her. She took note now, Dizzy was looking at her with the same surprised expression as Kurt. Most of Hambone's face was hidden by the camera but she could tell that he was feeling it too. 

For several seconds all stood still and silent. 

Alice finally broke the silence by asking, "What next?"

Like vultures on roadkill, Dizzy and Hambone swooped in. 

"That was great Trixie!" Hambone said. 

"Ready to do more?" Dizzy asked.

"I'll do whatever it takes to be a star Mr. Dizzy."

"Show the monster you're interested. Take off your bra," Dizzy said.

She reached behind her.

"Do it slow, look reluctant," Hambone directed from behind his camera like he was Martin Scorsese.

Yeah, whatsoever, Alice thought as she unhitched her bra. She half assed tried to look reluctant and demure as she lowered her bra and let it fall to the floor.

"Turn toward the camera," Dizzy said.

She did, giving it a good view of her exposed A-cups.

"You don't have much titty," Hambone said, "but the camera sure loves you."

"Thank you," Alice said at the sideways compliment, although the hardon in Hambone's pants backed up his words thus pushing her meter further into the red. After all these months of sexual failures, she nearly burst into tears at how well this was going.

"Kiss me monster," she said. 

Monster Kurt stepped back into her arms, molding his body to hers creating a single mass of hot desire. The moment their mouths met, her tongue danced the tango in his.

"My God! That's great," Dizzy barked. "Undress him Trixie!"

She wished Dizzy would simply go away, but did as he asked and pulled at bottom of Kurt's t-shirt. They had to stop kissing so that she could pull it over his head. She tossed the shirt aside and they were back at it. She will forever associate the cool taste of mint with her blond monster Kurt. 

"Step back and watch Kurt remove his jeans," Hambone said.

"Yeah," Dizzy added, "act hot and turned on.

Still kissing, she moaned her irritation, but ended the kiss and stepped back. With his eyes fixed on her, Kurt undid his jeans. He was oddly graceful like he was doing it to music. 

"You a dancer?" she asked with honest sexual curiosity. 

"Took some classes," he said. "Hope to have a shot as a Chippendale."

"You got the look," she told him. His sizable bulge totally destroyed the tiny Speedo like underwear he wore, he was eight or more easy. 

"Dude you are ready today," Dizzy said in awe. 

Not waiting for direction, Alice slid her white panties to the floor. One of the few things she liked about the eighties is that women had full lusty bushes. She did some trimming of course but it was nothing like maintaining the racing stripe that Honolulu Nelson liked back in the twenty-first century.

Kurt's eyes sparkled with lust as he took in her naked body. 

"Give me the full Monte," Alice said. 

Kurt gave her a puzzled look.

"Get naked," she said.

The Speedo thing went and Kurt's pale circumcised eight inch plus erection pointed eagerly at her. In contrast to her, the guy's pubic area was totally hairless. She had never been so turned on in her life she thought with a racing heart... wait, not true ... she had been this turned two other times and in each of those times she had left a world behind. She slammed into Kurt seeking the next kiss. His minty fresh tongue invading her mouth, his hands frantically exploring her naked ass, crotch and breasts. Her hands focused on his erection and hanging balls.

"Go down on him, take him in your mouth," Hambone directed. 

Alice slid down Kurt's body and knelt before him. She took his pale shaft in her hands and stared at the head for a few seconds, then she took the head into her mouth.

The camera pushed in close ... too fucking close. She freed Kurt from her mouth, looked right at the camera and said, "Back off, give me room!" Fucking idiot, she wanted to say too, but didn't. The camera backed up and she filled her mouth with Kurt again.

"Another scene calls for you to pleasure more then one guy," Dizzy said. "You up for that?"

Alice popped Kurt from her busy mouth and as innocently as she could, said, "Sure, I'll try it." She batted her eyes at the camera for effect.

Dizzy removed his suit-coat and then his shirt, tragically trying to look sexy doing it. Oh please stop, she thought, just fucking hurry up! He undid his pants, dropped his boxers to reveal a thin six-inch (maybe) erection and presented it to her. Like the eager starlet she pretended to be, she took his pencil dick into her mouth. 

"Work Kurt with both your hands as you suck Dizzy's dick" Hambone said. 

She did as instructed but soon found out that working one dick with her mouth and the other with both her hands put a strain on her neck and shoulders. The camera loomed on her right, and again, it got in too close and nearly bumping the side of her head. She covered the lens with her right hand and pushed the camera aside causing Hambone to stumble a bit. She was starting to suspect that these idiots had no connection with the porn industry either. 

Hambone recovered and went right back to filming but at a respectable distance this time. As she worked Dizzy's dick with her warm mouth, she rolled her eyes to look at the camera lens. Even though she knew that this set up was totally bogus, she imaging thousands of men masturbating as they watched her give head. A fresh surge of sexual heat flushed through her. This is gonna work! Goodby 1983! So long Lester Byson! 

She freed her mouth and said, "Time for the monster to fuck me."

"Blow me first," Dizzy insisted boldly as she stroked his hard dick.

She anxiously wanted to get things going with Kurt, but blowing Dizzy would probably get him to shut up and leave her be. She let Kurt go and gave her full attention to Dizzy. May as well kill two birds with one stone, she thought. She freed her mouth and said, "Give Kurt the camera Hambone so I can blow you too." 

An astounded Hambone handed the camera off to Kurt and pulled down his shorts and underwear revealing a long, slim seven inch erection. She giggled for she had expected his dick to be round, fat and pig like befitting his name. Dizzy and Hambone closed in and she aggressively worked them with her mouth and hands. In three minutes, maybe less, she had them on the edge. She stopped and sat back to rest her hands and jaw, her neck and shoulders ached from the constant work too.

"Goddam, Trixie!" Dizzy said, in a breathy voice as he took charge of his own erection. 

Hambone did the same and said, "I'm gonna come on your face! Do you like that? Do you want me to come on your face?"

She didn't, but she voiced the opposite, "Yes, come on my beautiful Japanese face!"

"Thought you were Chinese?" Dizzy said.

"Takahashi ... Japanese." Asshole. The asshole part she didn't vocalize of course. 

"Comin'!" Hambone barked. He stepped in close and pressed the tip of his erection at the right corner of my mouth. If he expected her to open up, he was shit out of luck. Hambone grunted and sprayed a white line over her cheek and across her right eye. 

"God all mighty! A fucking facial come shot!" Dizzy barked. 

Alice blinked but held steady as three more gushes coated the right side of her chin, a sticky strand dangled briefly then dripped down onto her chest.

"Pose for the camera," Hambone said breathing hard, totally out of breath, the guy's face was tomato red, she hoped he wasn't having a heart attack. Do they dial 911 in 1983? Doing what she figured a porn starlet would do, she held Hambone's dick close to her lips and kissed the tip for the camera.

"Awesome," Hambone said breathing a little less hard ... thank goodness. 

Pencil dick Dizzy pushed his way forward whacking furiously. "I"m gonna come on your beautiful Oriental Chinese face!"

"Asian ... Japanese," she corrected automatically. 

"This is too fucking wild!" Dizzy yelled. He pressed the tip of his dick to her forehead and let go. Alice felt stuff splashing into her hair.

"Oh man, I'm in love," Dizzy said looking down at the mess of fluid running down Alice's forehead. 

Kurt lowered the camera and took in her messy face and hair too. What he saw clearly turned him on. "Time to fuck the monster," he said as he roughly handed the camera off to Hambone. 

Alice picked up the nearest loose garment and cleaned her face and chest with it. 

"Hey, that's my fifty dollar shirt!" Dizzy complained.

Indifferent to Dizzy's complaint, Alice flung the shirt aside and dropped down on the sofa. Kurt took the hint and stepped toward her. She lustfully enjoyed the involuntarily twitching of his erection as he approached. 

"Condom first," she said as she brazenly spread her legs for him. Kurt stopped and looked at the other men, Dizzy and Hambone looked back at him, all held clueless expressions. She rolled her eyes. "Really? No condoms?" she asked incredulous. "Fucking ruin the moment," she mumbled as she closed her legs, got off the sofa, found her shoulder bag and fished around at the bottom for a condom. After her stint as a working girl, she never left home without them. She handed a condom to Kurt, returned to the sofa, spread her legs again and said, "Where were we?" 

Kurt quickly put the thing on, knelt between her spread legs, gripped his erection and pierced her. She let out a small gasp of pleasure at his sweet invasion. With no hesitation, he got moving.

"Don't be gentle, fuck me hard," Alice let him know. Her eyes flickered over to Hambone who stood watching with the camera slack at his side. "You plan on filming this?" Alice asked with honest irritation. She liked the idea of being filmed for it added a dash of dirty spice.

"Of course," Hambone said quickly, lifting the camera to his eye. 

Kurt picked up the pace and increased the impact of his thrusts. Blinding animal lust swept over her as she gave in to Kurt's rough and tumble affections. Her orgasm built, and with it that weird energy. "I wanna be on top!" she blurted out for the simple hot desire of looking down at him as they fucked.

They switched positions on the sofa and she rolled her hips in time with his upward thrusts beneath her. She ran her hands over his crew cut enjoying the nubby feel of it. Then her hands drifted down to his smooth muscled chest, it was solid, manly and perfect, so were his abs. "Nice six pack," she said as she ran her fingers over his sculpted belly, not even considering if the term six pack for tight abs was in use yet. 

Her orgasm shot up from a deep abstract well of emotion and violently collided with her physical world. Everything went red-gray, sound muffled, she balled her hands into fists and pressed down hard on Kurt's chest; if she hurt him, he didn't let on, and at that moment she didn't care if she did. 

"I can step through a fucking mirror!" she blurted out not caring if the others thought her crazy. Her eyes welled with tears, she dropped down low and looked fondly into Kurt's handsome, her tears spattering his tanned face. She whispered, "I'll fly away from 1983 ... far from Lester Byson's reach ... totally lost in time ... maybe I could screw around with Benjamin Franklin ... dance topless with Josephine Baker ... ride into battle with Joan of Ark ... walk with fucking dinosaurs!" 

"Man! Do you get into it!" Dizzy said. 

Alice sat up, pushed her long sweaty hair off her face, and wiped at her tears. She looked down at Kurt and gave him an appreciative smile. "Nicely done," she told him. His big hands caressed her tiny breasts then fell her her slim hips. She scream as he suddenly stood up. Instinctively, she gripped his around the neck to keep from falling, it wouldn't have happened though for he held her firmly at the hips. Still deep inside her, he did a graceful pirouette and lowered them both down to the sofa with him on top.

"Cool move," she said with husky laugh. 

Hambone pushed in with his camera, a fresh erection bobbing between his chubby thighs. Dizzy, sporting new wood too, stood nearby stroking himself. Those two are a buzz kill, she thought. Her annoyance quickly evaporated as Kurt started moving again. After a minute of rough thrusts, she wrapped her legs around his hips to hold him in deep as her second orgasm ripped through her. Kurt held still long enough to let her orgasm to pass. When her legs relaxed, he resumed fucking her. 

"When you ready, come on her face, Kurt," Hambone said from behind the bulky hand held camera.

"Yeah, give us the money shot," Dizzy said whacking his pud feverishly. 

"It's up to the lady how I finish," Kurt said as he slid in and out of her. 

"How polite," Alice said, a little amused at his weirdly timed gallantry. He had certainly earned his dirty little happy ending so she said, "Face is okay."

He abruptly stopped thrusting, pulled out of her and snapped off the condom. The camera closed in, she sat up, he knelt alongside her with one knee on the leather sofa and one leg on the floor for support and pointed his erection, shiny from her flow, at the left side of her face. Alice fixed her eyes on the camera, Kurt sucked in a deep breath and started gushing. 

One ... two ... three ... jets in a row sprayed on the left side of her face. More followed and after a sixth big spurt, Alice barked a laugh. More kept coming. After the ninth impossible gush, the deluge finally stopped. The entire left side of her head and neck was covered with warm quickly cooling jizz. 

"Fucking shades of of Peter North!" she said and burst out with a laugh. Was Peter North doing movies in 1983? If this were 2014, I could Google the answer, she thought stupidly. 

"Man, this is fucking awesome!" Hambone said. "Smile for the camera baby." 

She give the camera a big smile and followed up with her middle finger. Hambone and Kurt laughed.

Off to one side, still madly stroking his skinny dick, Dizzy said, "In the next scene we all piss all over you."

Kurt looked shocked at the suggestion. Even Hambone looked at Dizzy with dismayed.

That officially burst the bubble for Alice. Besides, it was time for her to go find a mirror, posthaste. She got up, grabbed the nearest garment again and frantically wiped at her face, hair and body.

"Hey, not the pants too!" Dizzy protested. She flashed him a look of absolute disdain and he quickly said, "never mind, it's cool."

She gathered her clothes, pulled her panties on and secured her black skirt around her waist. She didn't bother with the bra and simply stuffed it into her shoulder bag and then put the white blouse on. 

"Okay, we'll write the pissing thing out of the movie just for you," Dizzy said magnanimously.

"WHAT FUCKING MOVIE!" Alice yelled at him. 

Dizzy stepped back like she had hit him, which was lucky for him, she was just about to slap him upside the head. She marched over to the desk and picked up the intercom plugged into nothing. It turned out to be made of cardboard and tape painted black, the word Intercom misspelled with an 'e' at the end was painted crudely on the other side with what had to be white correction fluid. She tossed it onto the sofa and opened the door behind the desk to reveal the empty closet with a lone folding chair in it. "Really?" she said, the word dripping with sarcasm and contempt in a way that would not come into vogue for some years.

She walked up to Hambone, yanked the camera out of his hands, pulled out the VHS tape, dropped it on the floor and stopped on it until it was a mess of shattered plastic. Nobody dared to stop her. She looked at Kurt, and said, "Get away from theses losers as fast as you can." She marched out of the bogus office.

"Hold on baby," Dizzy pleaded as he followed naked and still very much erect. He stopped short when he saw that a new group of women had gathered in the waiting area to get there chance at stardom. They all gawked at Dizzy's erection.




Ask Alice Ch. 03



"There ain't no movie," Alice announced. "Just a couple of pervs that like pissing on girls." 

The women in the waiting area got up at once and they all marched out, all except one who kept her seat. A couple of the exiting women made disparaging comments about Dizzy's pencil dick. Alice looked at the chick still seated ... guess some people will do just about anything for stardom, even getting pissed on. Alice shook her head as she walked out. 

Out on Hollywood Boulevard, she turned right. Every inch of her tingled, her hands and feet throbbed in time with her beating heart, her head spun like she had had too much to drink. She didn't know how long this would last and couldn't chance going all the way home. She considered finding a public bathroom with a mirror but felt that this would only work if she were alone. There was a hotel she used as a hooker on a side street up ahead so she headed in that direction. She hoped that room thirty-seven was available because it had a huge dressing mirror on one wall. She made a right onto the side street. 

So intent on getting to the hotel, Alice didn't notice the black limo pulling ahead of her and stopping. Seconds later, she smacked into some jerk too slow or stupid to get out of her way. She made to step around him but the jerk grabbed her left upper arm stopping her short. Ready to give the asshole the riot act, she looked up and nearly screamed when she saw that it was Marco Delamo, Lester Byson's finger busting limo driver. She yanked her arm free and turned to run in the opposite direction only to smash into Nelson who grabbed her by the upper arms. This time she DID scream then thrashed, and yelled out for help. The few people on the side street paid no heed, she was just another hooker having a dispute with her pimp in their eyes.

"Shut up or Nelson will break your nose," Marco said.

She stopped yelling and struggling.

"Shouldn't have placed that bet," Nelson said. 

Marco calmly opened the door of the limo and Nelson stuffed her into the back seat. 

The Roman Hotel and Casino: October, 1983

"How do you do it?" Nelson asked.

"Magic." Alice said as she tapped at the keys in front of the dinosaur computer monitor screen. "Now get out."

Nelson gave her an evil look. He didn't like it when she ordered him around like that. Alice didn't care. Nelson was more bark than bite. He had been mean to her on their first meeting, but ultimately, the guy was all bluster, showing off for the people around him. Not much different from Honolulu Nelson two mirrors ago. And when it came to Alice, the dude was a fucking marsh mellow anyway. It helped that she was fucking him on the sly. Byson had made Nelson her personal bodyguard, in other words, her warden. The only time she was left alone was when she went to bed. Surprisingly, Byson had let her keep her VIP room. But she had to eat all her meals at the hotel now, no more going out on the town. She was under house arrest.

Could be worse, she thought as she recalled her return home to the Roman Hotel. 

Marco had driven them back to Vegas. Her eyes kept going to the rear view most the way. Tears slid down her cheeks as she felt her hard earned freaky energy ebb away with every passing mile . The feeling was totally gone by the time they left the L.A. City limits. A profound exhaustion swept over her and she slept all the way to Palm Springs where they spent the night. The next day they drove all the way nonstop to Vegas. Alice slept most the way over. At the Casino, they marched her sleepy body up to Lester Byson's office. They sat her in the same chair that Rich Navarro had occupied when he had his fingers broken. She was wide awake now. 

They're gonna break some of her bones too, she thought. The practical side of her said, they needed you to use your hands so they'll probably break all her toes instead.

She heard Byson say hello to the receptionist in the outer office. Not gonna beg or cry, she thought with all the steel she could muster. But her courage flew out the window at Byson's entry and she started crying. Her new plan was to throw herself at Byson's feet and beg him not to hurt her to badly. 

He walked right up to her. "Stand," Byson said firmly.

With wobbly leg, she did.

He put his hands on her shoulders and looked down at her face with his cold piggy eyes, his expression like stone. Byson was an even six feet and just fat and wide. 

"Welcome home," he said warmly. 

Is he fucking with me? She thought as he kissed each of her cheeks. Is this a gangster thing? Do they kiss you first before they torture you? She didn't recall anyone kissed Navarro?

"I told Marco that you were a delicate little flower and makin' you watch what we did to the fucking card cheat would upset you. It did right?" Byson asked holding her trembling chin in his hand.

Wide eyed and shaking, she nodded emphatically.

Byson looked at Marco and said, "Told you, delicate little flower."

Marco clearly didn't like being scolded in front of everyone. His eyes found hers and she knew that she had just made a dangerous enemy for life.

"You look like shit," Byson told her. "Get cleaned up and get to work. You have catching up to do."

Her mind snapped back to the present for Nelson hadn't left yet and was still talking. 

"Why won't you let anyone stay in the room when you do your football predictions?" Nelson asked as he lingered near the door. He clearly wanted to have sex but she was in no mood and wanted him to leave. 

"Girl needs to keep her secrets," Alice said still looking at the computer screen as she pointed at the door.

Nelson gave a dissatisfied grunt and left Alice's plush hotel room.

The moment the door clicked shut, she got up and secured the door chain. If he came back to check on her, the chain would stop him, giving her ample warning to pretend to work on the computer. If Byson ever found out that she could TRULY predict the future, she'd be locked up even tighter. The thought of spending the rest of her life in her Vegas gilded cage depressed her. She she had grown weary of living in 1983 and missed the accoutrements of 2014. She missed her smart phone, she missed the internet, missed movies on demand and binge watching The Walking Dead. She missed a world where smoking was considered stupid and rude. She missed reliable food labels, micro breweries, cheep descent wines and Costco.

She still found it hard to believe that she had stepped into 1983 through a stupid mirror ... just like that other Alice in that old book that she tried reading several times in her life but never made it beyond the first couple of chapters ... that reminded her of ANOTHER thing she missed from 2014... e-books and her Kindle Fire.

Whenever her head got rolling like this, a disturbing thought would overwhelm her. I'm fucking crazy, totally lolo and sitting in some padded cell in a Kaneohe mental hospital. She looked around at her posh hotel digs and sighed. If she really were insane, this probably beat the hell out of a psych ward. She looked at the state of the art clunky, 27" TV the size of a Mini Cooper on its stand near her bed. "I miss flat screen TV and HD too," she said adding to her list.

A knock came at her door. 

"Nelson, go away," she grumbled. 

She looked at her modified Lisa to make sure that a pointless graphic was up on the screen for looks. She gather all her notes on her predictions in a neat stack, shoved them in a manila folder and put them next to the computer keys. For good measure, she scattered a couple of random sheets full of figures about to make it look like she had been working with the computer. She looked through the peephole and her chest tightened, it wasn't Nelson, it saw Marco.

He was always around lately, always in the background ... always watching, just waiting for her to fuck up. Her heart raced as she opened the door.

Marco smiled at her as he stepped into the room without invitation. He held his limo driver's hat under his right arm, making him look stiff and formal. It made her wonder if the guy had served in the military. He had a couple of inches on her, which wasn't saying much since Alice was just shy of five feet tall. He did fill his driver's uniform solidly though, the guy was an intimidating wall of muscle ... and she had to admit, he had a handsome dark face. One of the other employees told her that Marco was Greek, another said Italian, and yet another said Lebanese. To Alice, he looked Filipino with a touch of Hawaiian.

"Does Lester need me for something?" Alice asked doing her best not to sound freaked out.

"I've come to pick up the football predictions," he said as he walked over to Alice's desk to look at the papers scattered their.

"Won't be ready until tomorrow morning," she automatically lied. In reality, it had taken her all of five minutes to recall the winners and losers for this week and she had compiled her list days ago.

"Complicated stuff computers are," Marco said. An accent danced at the edge of each of his words, it was clear that he worked hard at covering it up for some reason. 

"Yeah," she said, "I use a couple of different programs to make my—"

"You do no such thing," he said cutting her off.

His comment took her off guard. After a blunt pause with her heart doing triple time, Alice asked, "What do you mean?"

"You don't use this computer at all do you?"

"I-I do," she said trying to sound calm, but couldn't hide the shake in her voice. 

"You use it to type up and print your lists for Lester," he said as he picked up a loose piece of paper and held it close to his face, "but no more that that." He dropped the paper on the bed and turned to look at her with a smile that she would have found sweet if she hadn't know the kind of sadistic brute he was. A knot formed in her stomach, the room spun a bit and sat down heavily on her bed. 

Keep your mouth shut, she thought near panic. He's fishing and fucking with my head. She thought of the card cheat Navarro and she sat on her hands to hide her fingers. 

Marco sat down in the office chair in front of the computer and spun to face her. "I'm going to let you in on a secret about me. I'm from Hawaii too, just like you. My dad was Hawaiian-Portuguese and my mom Filipino."

She gave him a surprised look for she had been right about his heritage after all. The accent he worked at suppressing was local Hawaiian pidgin she guessed. 

"Hard fo' believe no?" he said in smooth pidgin English proving her point. 

In spite of her fear of the guy, she managed a smile at his homey accent. 

He dropped the accent and continued on. "I went to Honolulu University. Majored in communications. Graduated in '77."

She had graduated with the exact same degree from Honolulu University too ... in 2011.

"Computers were just kicking in," he said. "It was all word processing back then. I kept up with the technology over the years though. I like computers." He turned in the office chair and brushed his fingers lovingly over the computer key board. "You like your Lisa?"

She nodded.

"Me too, best on the market," he said. "When you're out, I come to see how it works. Your modifications are puzzling though."

Her jaw dropped but she swallowed her indignation at the invasion of her privacy. How much right to privacy one should expect working for the mob? Not much.

"I like to see how hard you're working," he said. He looked at her gauging her reaction. His eyes sparkled, he was clearly enjoying making her squirm. "There is no history of what you are doing anywhere on the computer," he continued.

"I clear my history," she said. Although she wasn't sure if such a thing was possible to do on her 1983 Apple. "Don't want anyone to know my secrets," she added using the same line she had with Nelson. She managed to keep her voice from sputtering, but she knew that Marco could smell her fear, like blood in water with a shark.

"Clever of you," he said, "You're very good, I see no trace of anything. In fact it's TOO clean. Which makes me think that you don't use the computer at all." She opened her mouth to contradict him but he held up a hand to stop her from speaking. "I don't give a shit how you do your job," he said. "And you are clearly doing it. This is what I do for Lester ... I make sure that everyone is doing their jobs at the best of their abilities." 

After a few seconds of quiet, she dared to ask, "Have you told Byson?"

He gave her a warm smile. "This is between you and me," he said. "Lester gets what he wants from you. No reason to muddy those waters."

She nodded with nervous relief. Lester Byson was a disgusting pig, but he was easy to deal with because he was all about the money, and as long as Alice made him money, she was safe. 

"Bet you're wondering why I'm really here?" he asked. She didn't respond so he continued on. "You will make two lists from now on, one for me, one for Lester. Understood?"

She nodded, almost relieved that this was just about money. 

Marco sat staring at her for a long time. She waited for him to ask how she picked her football winners. She desperately though of something plausible to tell him, other than being a time traveling refugee from the year 2014 or that she got here by stepping through a mirror. But to her surprise, the conversation went in a totally different direction. 

"In Los Angeles, I asked around about you," he said. You were busy: Working at strip clubs and auditioning for erotic movies. You were a hooker for a little while too ... interesting. It made me think of how you behaved just before you ran off. You were quite promiscuous and slept around a lot."

"I do crazy things when I'm under stress," she said sheepishly. And why the fuck would he care about that .... Unless? Did he want to fuck her? If that's what he wanted, she could live with that. Like with Nelson, she might gain some control over him ... she hoped.

Marco put his feet up on her desk and played with his hat as he spoke. "I find that women who sleep around are tend to be broken. Case and point, Pansy Dale. You know Pansy?"

Alice nodded. Pansy was the maid for the VIP floor. She was one of those picturesque redheads and in Alice's time, she'd could be a Victoria Secret model. Pansy had a reputation of doing ANYTHING that was asked of her. From what Alice had heard, the woman seemed to have no self respect whatsoever. She had seen Pansy wandering the VIP halls on a number of occasions with her maid's uniform disheveled after having a toss with one (or more) of Byson's special clients. Alice wanted to say that she was nothing like Pansy, but kept quiet, she didn't dare contradict Marco.

"None of my business who you fuck," he said with a knowing smile. Then he gave her a hard look. "But maybe it is? You may be damaged but not in the same way as Pansy I think. Your sex with the staff and some of the guests seems oddly organized to me. The same thing in L.A.. From what I've gleamed, you seem to be ..." he paused, tapped his chin with his hat and pondered. Finally he found the words, " ... looking for something." He gave her a quizzical look. "What are you looking for Alice?"

"Love," she lied. She remained as calm as she could but she was close to freaked out at how close he was coming to figuring her out. 

Marco laughed. "Looking for Love? Aren't we all?" He dropped his feet from her desk and stood. "I'm going down the hall to room ten thirty seven to see to a group of men. They are special clients dear to Lester." He put on his cap and adjusted it nice and neat, then gave it a tiny tilt to the right. A random line from an old musical she had seen on Netflix back in 2014 filled her mind ... a hat ain't a hat unless it's tilted. 

"Wait five minutes, then I want you to get naked and walked down to the room to meet the clients," He said. 

That snapped her head back to the moment. "Walk naked in the halls?" she asked, shocked at his crazy request.

"Yes," he said.

"Not Gonna happen," she said going from shocked to pissed. "Go tell Lester I don't use the computers! He won't give a shit! Either way I make him tons of money. And I bet he won't want his BEST money maker parading on the VIP floor buck ass naked!"

His smile disappeared and he gave her the cold eye. 

She did her best to return it, steeled by the fact that Byson blamed Marco for her running her off back in July, she dared to say, "I bet Lester is unhappy that I was gone for the opening of the football season. He missed placing bets for all of September and part of October. What you think? He might have missed out on millions maybe? All because SOMEBODY scared off his delicate little flower." 

"I paid a visit to Dizzy and Hambone," Marco said, stone faced. "They told me some interesting things about you."

"Fucking liars," she said automatically. "I thought I was trying out for a part in a horror film. The guys were creeps and losers"

His smiled returned. "It wasn't hard to repair the movie you destroyed ... Frankenstein In Lust, catchy title. You put on quite a performance. The double facial early on is worth the price of admission." He snickered. "Delicate little flower ... indeed." 

"Fuck you," she whispered.

His smile grew bigger. "I gave Lester a copy, he's been whacks off to it nightly I think. It was HIS idea that you entertain his clients. Lester said that poor Pansy Dale could use some backup. Showing up naked was my idea of course." He tipped his hat and left the room.

She stood there trembling with panic and rage. Glumly, she forced herself to calm down. She stood to face her large dressing mirror. As was her habit, she tentatively reach out to touch the glass to see if it was solid, and it was. Seeing no way out of her current mess, she stripped off her clothes. Looking in the mirror again, she arranged her shiny, long dark hair and gazed at her tiny a-cup breasts, and then her eyes dropped to the neat jet black patch of pubic hair adorning the space between her pale smooth thighs. She turned to the side to check out her curvy ass. She arranged her hair so that it draped over the shoulder closest to the mirror. All modesty aside, she was a very beautiful Japanese girl. Then it happened, her fingers and toes started to tingle. Quickly, she touched the mirror again, it was still solid but it felt very cold. That might have been her imagination but there was no mistaking the building sensation in her body. 

With her heart racing, she pulled open the door and stepped out in the hall. A group of men on their way down to the casino, came marching by her. They stared at her naked body, one whistled and another said, "That Byson sure knows how to throw a party!" All the men guffawed as they continued on their way. A door close to her room opened up and Pansy Dale, the VIP floor's maid and favorite boy toy, step out of a room with a wad of bedding. Pansy froze and locked eyes with naked Alice.

Alice's face warmed with shame. I'm not like you, she wanted to say. I do this for a reason. As if to remind her, the tingling in her hands and feet increased. 

A couple of men stepped out of a room further down behind Pansy and headed in Alice's direction. These guys didn't laugh or speak, they just stared at Alice's nudity with surprised expressions. Like a dirty sponge, she soaked in their collective gaze, the sexual heat flowed through her, crawling up her spine and filling her head with that odd familiar pressure. She held the men's gaze as they walked passed her. She turned back to look at Pansy again but the woman had vanished, probably stepped back into the room she was cleaning. 

"Not like you," Alice reiterated in a sub vocal whisper as she continued on to room 1037. 

The plush carpet beneath her bare feet tickled adding a sensual shiver to every step. Standing just outside room1037 were Nelson and another of Byson's men whose name she couldn't remember. The men's eyes widened as she approached.




Ask Alice Ch. 03



"What the hell?" Nelson said. "You crazy? Go cover up!" 

"Doing a thing for Byson," Alice said trying to sound casual about it.

The mention of Byson's name trumped anymore protest from Nelson, but she could tell that he didn't like what she was doing.

"Looking GOOD Alice." the other guy said with a dirty leer.

Alice gave nameless guy the cold eye and said, "Byson doesn't pay you to talk so shut the fuck up and open the door."

The guy went red, shut his gab and quickly opened the door for her.

Nelson chuckled at her abrasive treatment of his crony.

Alice stepped into the room and the door closed behind her. The curtains were drawn, the lights were off. Coming from the well lit hall, the darkness was absolute. She didn't mind, the darkness kind of turned her on and that suited her just fine. She stepped deeper into the room. Her excitement flared as she wondered how many eyes were on her. She let out a gasp of surprised when hands brushed at her naked ass. The hands slipped around to her waist, a clothed body pressed against her back and the hands drifted up to fondle her tiny tits. She felt a hot breath on the back of her neck. She could smell the guy's aftershave, mingled with tobacco and mint. Mint made her think of Kurt her blond Frankenstein Monster, the memory turning her on even more. She grabbed at the hands fondling her breasts and pushed one down to her pubic area. Deft fingers probed her moist opening, a warm line of moisture dripped down her right thigh. She moaned her interest and wiggled her ass against the pelvis behind her. The guy turned her roughly around and guided her hands to the well defined erection in his pants. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, but still, he was no more than a dark shape before her. 

"You gonna fuck me and all my friends," the guy whispered in a low gravely voice. 

Her fingers tingled and throbbed in time with the hard beating of her heart, her hands trembled as she rubbed his hardon. "I'll fuck everyone of you," she agreed with no hesitation. He grabbed her ass and pulled her in tight. He leaned in, sought out her mouth and covered it with a kiss. She savored the seductive taste of tobacco and mint from him.

This is gonna work! Goodby fucking 1983! Thanks Marco! She reveled in the irony of the moment.

Then suddenly, the guy pulled away and seconds later, a lamp came on temporarily blinding her. Her eyes adjusted to the light and she saw that the only person in the room besides her was Marco.

"What the fuck!" she barked.

Marco smiled at her. "Just wanted to see what you'd do," he said. "You can go back to your room now. See you down stairs for dinner later?"

"Fuck you!" she said, and stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. She went right to the mirror and pressed both her hands against it. Shockingly, her hands went beyond the glass a couple of inches. Then a painful numbing cold infused both her palms and she quickly pulled her hands back. Her hands trembled as she reached for the mirror again but this time the thing was nothing but solid glass no colder than normal, worst, that feeling in her was quickly fading. 

"Mother fucker!" she barked. 

Holding back tears of frustration, she grabbed a hotel robe and hastily tied it on. She stormed out of the bathroom and headed for the door. Marco grabbing her upper arm effectively stopping her, then he forced her to face him, he undid the tie in her robe and then roughly pushed the robe down to the floor. She held a stoney expression, and fought back her tears not wanting to give him the satisfaction. The last of the tingling faded from her finger tips as she stared into Marco's face.

"Gonna fuck me Marco?" she asked. She had no desire to have sex with the sadistic prick but knew that she was at his mercy, although she was sure that the word mercy wasn't in the guy's vocabulary. 

"No, Alice," he said. "I want you to leave the way you came in."

She turned away from him, opened the door, breezed passed Nelson and the other goon and marched in the direction of her room naked as when she arrived.

"What you looking for Alice?" Marco called out, she could hear the amusement in his voice.

She turned the bend to her part of the VIP floor ducking out of sight. She stood in front of her room door and stupidly realized she didn't have her key with her. 

"Fuck this!" she hissed through clenched teeth and slap at the door. The flood gates broke and her tears came hot and poisonous. 

"Forgot your key," came a soft female voice.

Alice rounded on the person and yelled, "Of course I have no Key! I'm fucking naked stupid head!"

It was Pansy Dale standing next to her maid's cart. She got out her master key and unlock Alice's door. "Can't tell you how many times that's happen to me," the woman said calmly, apparently unfazed by the yelling.

"Thanks," Alice mumbled, stepped into her room and quickly closing the door behind her. Behind the anger and frustrated tears was fresh hope that she can escape this place ... all she needed was the right sexual situation. 

**********

That night, instead of going to dinner, Alice insisted that Nelson take her to the Hotel's big dance show. After the show, they had a late dinner in the hotel restaurant. She did the show first because she didn't want to chance seeing Marco or Byson at dinner. Nelson asked what was up with her and Marco, but Alice made it clear that she didn't want to talk about it. Both were pretty grumpy by the night's end. Back at the lobby, Nelson asked if he could come up. Alice said no, claiming the old standby ... she had a headache. Mainly, she knew that sex with Nelson wasn't going to get her an exit door out of 1983. Nelson pouted as she got into the elevator alone. The Elevator opened a couple of floors below hers and two men, laughing gayly, stepped in with her. To Alice's shock, she saw Pansy Dale sitting on the floor with her back against the wall opposite the elevator. She was dressed in a sparkly blue dress with matching shoes. The men were still laughing as the door shut on Pansy, their mirth clearly focused on her.

"Assholes," she whispered too soft for the men to hear. She and the men got out on her floor and went in separate direction. Alice stepped into her room, shut her door, dropped her purse on the bed and turned on the TV. As Johnny Carson did some comedy shtick Ed Mcmahon, a voice in Alice's head whispered, Pansy was nice to you today.

"Fuck," Alice snipped and marched back out to the the elevator and went to the floor she saw Pansy on. Part of her hoped that the woman had gotten up and went her merry way. But no, Pansy still sat in the same spot across from the elevator door. The chick was clearly drunk, her eye make up running badly, her hair a mess, she smelled of whiskey like someone had splashed it all over her. "You okay?" Alice asked. 

Pansy didn't answer and just rolled her head from side to side blinking her eyes. Chick's fucked up, Alice though as she muscled Pansy to her feet and staggered with her to the elevator, which wasn't easy since the woman was five eleven and probably twice her weight, not to mention drunk and hardly able to walk. On her floor she got help walking Pansy to her room from a couple of older guys who were waiting for the elevator. If they hadn't been there to help, Alice doubted that she could have gotten Pansy to her room without calling the front desk. She didn't know what Pansy's deal was, but falling down drunk in the halls of the hotel wouldn't look good at all for her. The old guys help her muscled Pansy to her bathroom and deposited her in a sitting position in the tub. Alice saw the old gents out thanking them profusely. When she went back to check on Pansy, she was standing in the tub leaning against the tile.

"Can you undress yourself?" Alice asked.

Pansy nodded as she worked off her dress and handed it to Alice. It reeked of whiskey with a background of urine, the chick was so fucked up that she must have wet herself, Alice figured. Pansy swayed in the tub in sexy black bra and panties, Alice noted that one of the bra straps was torn. Pansy worked off her bra then nearly fell when she tried to slip off the panties, if Alice hadn't been there to catch her, the woman would have gone down hard. Once fully naked, Pansy fumbled for the shower nob and turned the water on full blast, cold at first and then super hot. Pansy stood motionless with her face tilted up under the flow. Alice watched for a few seconds and couldn't help but admire the woman's amazing figure. Her body was totally opposite of Alice in every aspect. She was tall, with full, firm breasts, curvy soft limbs. Her pubic hair was a sparse delicate patch and a pale reddish brown, proving that her red hair was natural and not from a bottle. Most impressive was her ass, which to Alice, was Greek sculpted perfection. 

Pansy turned and caught Alice looking. Alice quickly busied herself with the woman's clothes. She crinkled her nose for the smell of pee was quite pronounced.

"Throw the dress out," Pansy said. 

"It looks expensive," Alice said.

"It is ... Lester brought it for me ... just throw the fucking thing out! The shoes too! Throw it all out!"

Alice left the bathroom but in spite of the Pansy's request, she called night services to pick up the clothes and shoes to have them laundered and cleaned. She checked her wardrobe for something Pansy could wear but the chick was an amazon and everything Alice owned wouldn't come close to fitting. In a drawer, she found sweatpants that were too big and and a purple t-shirt that might have been Nelson's. She put the clothes in the bathroom for Pansy. Alice made a pot of coffee in her state of the art Norelco drip coffee maker. She stupidly longed for her single serve Kerig from the future. 

Minutes later, Pansy came out wearing both items that were comically too small for her full figure. Alice held back a bark of laughter because Pansy suddenly reminded her of an old cartoon character named Jessica Rabbit.

"I should call my mom," Pansy said, running her fingers through her wet hanging hair. Even with no makeup, in a stupid purple t-shirt, hair wet and hanging, the woman was breath taking. She sat on the bed to use the phone. Alice listened to Pansy's side of the conversation. "Hey mom ... okay ... we went dancing ... taking the late bus home don't wait up ... love you too." She hung up.

Alice handed her a cup of coffee. "Cream and sugar?" Alice asked.

"Black is good," Pansy said taking the cup. 

"I'll call you a taxi," Alice said.

"I live too far out, a cab will be too expensive," Pansy said.

"I'll charge it to the hotel," Alice said. "We'll call it a VIP expense."

Alice called the front desk to arrange for the cab. The woman in charge of the night desk gave Alice a hard time saying that Pansy was an employee and was responsible for her own cab fare. 

"This is Alice Mihara," she said curtly, "and I'll be HAPPY to call Lester Byson to get approval for the cab if you like." The woman changed her tune and said that a cab would be available immediately. Alice smiled as she hung up the phone, being Byson's cash cow had its benefits.

"Thanks," Pansy said. She finished her coffee then gave Alice an unexpected hug just before stepping out the door.

Later that night, Pansy's clothes and shoes arrived all clean and smelling fresh. Alice went to bed with thoughts of redheaded Pansy Dale standing naked in the shower. 

********** 

The next morning, Alice stepped out of her room to go meet Nelson for breakfast down stairs. Pansy was three doors down with her maid's cart working on a room. Good God, did she get any sleep at all, Alice wondered? 

"How you doing?" Alice asked her.

"Better," Pansy said with a laugh. The woman looked a little tired but much livelier that she did last night. 

"Got your clothes and shoes cleaned," Alice said. "Want them?"

Pansy blushed. "Yeah ... I love that outfit, one of my favorites." 

Alice went back into her room to get the dress and shoes, Pansy waited just outside the door with her cart. Alice gave her the clothes and Pansy put then neatly on top of a stack of hotel robes, then she entered Alice's room and immediately started stripping the unmade bed. 

"You don't have to do that," Alice said.

"Of course I do, I'm the maid, " Pansy said as she carried the old sheets to her cart and returned with fresh ones. "Thanks again for last night," Pansy said as she spread the new sheets on the bed.

"What happened to you?" Alice asked shyly. She ultimately didn't want to know but felt that it would be rude not to ask at this juncture. 

"Doing one of Lester's special parties," Pansy said sounding almost cheerful. After a brief pause she added, "It kind of got out of control. I lost an earring. You think it could be in your bath?" 

Alice shrugged.

"Come help me look," Pansy said. She headed for the bathroom and waved for Alice to follow. Alice frowned at the odd request but followed her to the bathroom anyway.

"Good God!' Pansy said loudly, "this bathroom's a wreck! Gonna take forever to clean it!" 

That maybe so, Alice thought a bit incensed but she saw no reason why the woman should be shouting about it. Pansy turned on the shower full blast but made no move to look for the earring. Chick's crazy, Alice thought and made to leave the bathroom but Pansy stepped in front of her blocking the way. Alice made to step around but Pansy shifted, making it clear that she wasn't going to let Alice out of the bathroom. 

What was up with this dumb chick? Alice thought on the edge of panic. Then a dark corner of her brain whispered ... Pansy looked very interesting in the shower last night didn't she?

Pansy pushed in closer. 

Won't stop her if she kisses me, that same dark voice whispered from deep in Alice's brain. A hot thrill sliced through her at the thought of kissing Pansy. Her fingers and toes didn't tingle but she was still quite turned on nonetheless. She parted her lips and tilted her head up in anticipation.

Pansy bent her head in close and whispered, "The room is bugged."

All thoughts of a hot lesbian encounter flew out of Alice's head. "What?" she said in total shock.

Pansy made a shushing gesture as she turned on the sink's faucet. "The whole VIP floor is that way," Pansy said, close to Alice's ear. Alice was about to ask her how she knew this but Pansy put a finger to her lips to shush her again. Pansy whispered, "Meet me after my shift at eight tonight at the Mark Anthony bar. I overheard something about you that you need to know."

At the top of her voice, Pansy yelled, "This bathroom is gross!" She got to cleaning.

Totally, shaken, Alice left to go down stairs to eat a breakfast she no longer had an appetite for.

********** 

"I overheard one of Byson's guys mention your name," Pansy said over a cup of coffee at the Mark Anthony bar tucked into a corner of the hotel's main restaurant. Alice sat across from her with a cup too. "They didn't know I was listening, probably didn't care ... they think I'm stupid. Anyway, the guy said that you can pick football winners with your computer."

Alice shrugged. It was no big secret. Just about everyone of Byson's guys knew that. If that was the big news, then this was a waste of time, Alice thought as she sipped her coffee. 

"They talked about a porno movie you were in."

"Fucking Marco is showing everyone that stupid video," Alice said. She filled Pansy in on her little foray into pornography. Pansy listen silently with no comments, neither did she show any signs of judgment. 

When Alice was through with her dirty little tale, Pansy said, "One of the guys talking about your porn movie let it slip that Lester is gonna sell you to a guy named Avery Pissaro."

Alice nearly choked on a sip of coffee. She spat the coffee back into her cup and put it down with a loud clack. "Sell me?" Alice said disbelieving. "He doesn't OWN me! I'm not his property!"

Pansy gave her a blank look that seem to say ... you do know you work for a gangster, right?

"Never mind," Alice said conceding the unspoken point. "Lester won't sell me! I make him too much money."

"I guess selling you ain't the right word," Pansy said. "Maybe loaning you out would be a better word. Pissaro owns a strip club in Reno."

"I done the strip thing, no big fucking deal," Alice said. Maybe this ain't so bad? she thought. Reno would get me far away from Marco. 

"Pissaro owns a chain of adult movie theaters in California too," Pansy said. "He owns the studio that makes most the movies he shows in his houses. His stuff is low budget and kinda violent."

"Can't be any worse then the idiots I worked for in L.A.," Alice said.

"Pissaro's bad news," Pansy said. "He makes Lester look like a kitten. He had a showgirl's face cut off because she refused to be in one of his movies."

"Just rumors," Alice said. "Gangsters encourage shit like that, makes them sound tough."

"Her name was Ronda. We worked at Caesar's together. Pissaro cut her up himself. It was so awful ... she was so pretty ... like you." 

Despite the graveness of what Pansy said, Alice's face warmed from the unexpected compliment. Getting serious again, Alice said, "Lester won't let me get hurt, I make him too much money!"

"Everyone knows Marco hates you and it's him you gotta worry about," Pansy said. "And I don't know how you do that computer stuff, but I bet you could do it with a fucked up face." 

Her words chilled Alice to the bone. 

"If you have money squirreled away somewhere, go get it and run," Pansy said gravely.

"Tried that," Alice said, "didn't work.

"Try harder." 

Alice did have money put aside and it was a whole hell of a lot more the the meager two thousand she ran off with last time. She had over a hundred thousand dollars hidden in an economy size box of tampons in her bathroom. The only person who knew about the money was Nelson and he wasn't about to tell a soul. She had been secretly slipping him football scores since she got back from L.A.. He would place secret bets for himself and the deal was that he would give her some of the winnings. 

Alice looked at Pansy and said impulsively, "come with me."

"My mom's too sick, can't go," Pansy said.

"Sorry," Alice said. 

Pansy shrugged and gave her a weak smile.

Sick of her own mounting Alice asked, "What happened to you last night?"

"One of Lester's parties for his clients ... like I said, it kinda of out of my control."

"I wanna hear, tell me about it," Alice said. 

For the next hour, Alice listened quietly as Pansy told her sorted tale. Alice returned the favor and kept her comments and judgment to herself. 

"Next Friday night there's gonna be another party," Pansy said. "I was asked to be there."

"You going?" Alice asked, although she knew what the answer had to be.

"Can't say no to Lester," Pansy said. "And I need the money. My mom's got arthritis. Use to be a dealer. She can't work anymore."

"What if you were sick and found a replacement?" Alice asked as a sketch of an idea formed in her head.

"If I were sick? I guess ... sure, but I'd still be out the money."

"Don't worry about the money," Alice said.

Pansy gave her a confused look.

********** 

The tight red dress came to mid thigh. Alice wiggled her toes in the uncomfortable black pumps. The fucking shoes were pure torture and it was warm in the back seat of Lester Byson's limo making the black pantyhose she wore pure torture too. 

"It's 1983," she groused, "There is such a thing as air conditioning."

"Roll down a the fucking window," Byson said sitting next to her in the back seat of the limo. Byson was one of those assholes that wouldn't use the car air conditioner to save a few pennies on gas even though he was worth millions. 




Ask Alice Ch. 03



Alice rolled the window down. The rush of dry, hot desert air caught her long black hair and whipped it across her face. She grabbed the ends to keep it still. 

"I like the black hair," Byson said, "It makes you look more Oriental." 

Alice grunted. It had been Byson's idea she dye her hair jet black for tonight. "I'm Japanese, how much more Oriental can I get?" she said. "And it's Asian not Oriental," she added barely hiding her contempt. Fortunately, Byson was in a good mood and let her mouthiness slide. Why wouldn't he be in a good mood? she thought. I made you a fucking million dollars last night ... yet you still plan on renting me out to that Pissaro maniac you pig!

A few days ago, Alice had confronted Byson about Pissaro. He hemmed and hawed but confirmed that a deal was in the making. He said that Pissaro wasn't a bad guy and took care of his girls. Alice brought up Ronda the show girl Pissaro cut up. Byson said, "Stay on his good side and you'll be fine." Behind his words, Alice sensed that Byson was afraid of Pissaro. That didn't bode well with her one bit. 

"How did Pissaro find out about me?" Alice had asked.

"Saw your little stag film," Byson said.

Alice was positive that Marco had a lot to do with Pissaro seeing that video. She caught Marco's eyes in the rear view mirror looking back at her, clearly he was smiling. She mentally gave him the double bird. 

"Oriental girls got black hair," Byson said, bring Alice's head back to the present.

Eat shit you racist pig, she thought, but wisely kept it to herself. Good mood or not, she knew he wouldn't put up with open defiance and insults.

The limo pulled into the driveway of a large ranch house. Pansy's party was scheduled at the hotel, but when Alice offered to do the gig in Pansy's place, Byson moved the party to a house in some gated community. The move freaked her out and she nearly called the whole thing off a couple of times. But the thing with Pissaro was looming and if she wanted to get away, this may be her best chance.

Marco, got out and walked around to open her door. She didn't bother waiting and opened the door herself and stepped out of the car. 

Marco tipped his chauffeur's hat. "Have fun with the wiz club," he said with a dirty leer.

"Have fun licking Byson's fat ass," She said loud enough so that only Marco could hear her.

It was stupid to speak to the guy like that but she was super pissed at the him for fucking with her life. Marco chuckled unfazed by her insubordination. 

Byson leaned out the window and said, "Marco's gonna hang around to make sure you're safe. Nelson will come by with the silver limo to take me home."

At that very moment, the silver limo pulled up with Nelson at the wheel.

"No way he can stay," Alice said firmly pointing at Marco. "This ain't part of the deal! If anyone is gonna stay let it be Nelson!"

Byson's expression hardened. "You don't make the deals! I make the deals! I say Marco stays!" 

Marco opened the black limo's door to let Byson out. 

As he puffed his fat ass out of the limo, Byson chuckled and said, "If I didn't have that fucking dinner with that asshole from Imperial, I'd stay and watch too." He gave Alice a sly look. "Gotta tell ya, you asking to do this in Pansy's place got my dick up Alice. Wish I could stay." With a shake of his head, he headed toward the silver limo. Nelson got out and opened the door for him. She and Nelson locked eyes for a second then he quickly looked away and went out of his way not to look at her again.

Before he got in the silver lino, Byson turned to her and said, "Tell you what, we'll set up a private gig just for me." He chuckled again and got in the limo.

The limo pull away. Marco stood at her side and absurdly offered his arm. Even more absurdly, she took it. Together they walked to a huge wrought iron gate.

"What are you up to little Alice," Marco asked.

"Just going to a party," she said.

"Is Pansy really sick?" he asked as he opened the gate for her.

"Yes. Ask Nelson, he told me."

Pansy's stomach flu was a ruse of course but apparently, she had taken something to make her story appear authentic because Nelson reported back to Byson looking a little green saying that the woman was puking up a storm.

A couple of days before, Alice had several long talks with the Pansy at the casino bar. Alice told Pansy about the tampon box in her bathroom stuffed with close to two hundred thousand dollars in hard cash after adding in last weekend's winnings. She told Pansy she could have the cash if she did her a couple of favors. Pansy had agreed to everything. Alice hoped that the woman would do her part and then take her own advice and skip town, sick mom or not.

"I know you didn't set this up to slip away," Marco said. "You've had plenty of chances to do that at the hotel." He paused holding the gate open. "Why haven't you slipped away? I know about your secret stash of cash in your bathroom."

Alice's heart dropped a couple of feet. She did her best to hide her shock and hoped that Marco didn't have someone watching her room. "I was miserable in L.A.," she said, "At the Roman, most every treats me like a princess and I kind of got used to that."

"Now it's showtime for the princess," Marco said with a smile. 

"Fuck you," she said and brushed passed him through the gate. 

Marco dropped back as she walked around the side of the ranch house to another gate that she was told would lead to a fenced in pool deck. Donna Summer's 'She works Hard for the Money' greeted her ears along with the hubbub of voices. She could smell the sharp order of chlorine mingled with cigarettes. She didn't realize how rare the smell of cigarette smoke was in her time. In her circle in the year 2014 smoking was totally stigmatized. People who smoked were seen as losers or somehow broken. But here in the nineteen eighties, the smell was prevalent. She wondered if people could still smoke on airplanes? 

She pushed opened the gate and it made an ear piercing squeak. All the guests at poolside stopped to spy her entrance. Her heart rate increased as she approached the gathering doing her best sexy walk in the awful shoes. As expected, all the guests at the party were men and she was the only female there. Most the men seem to be in their forties, some older, all wore khaki slacks and matching maroon sports jackets, everyone sported eighties style haircuts from the conservative to the ridiculous. The wiz club, Marco had called them. The gate squeaked behind her announcing Marco's entrance to the pool deck too. She didn't bother looking back as she continued deeper into the gathering. 

Somebody asked if she wanted a drink. After listening to what had happened to Pansy, she refused the offer wanting to keep her wits about her. The men went back to their conversations but all eyes tracked her as she moved among them. She caught bits of conversation about stock markets, yacht racing, real estate, sports. This bunch were clearly 1983's version of one percenter wannabes. 

She stop to listened to a couple of guys talking about football scores and nearly guffawed at their wrong headed predictions. One of the guys complained, "The fucking Raiders moving from Oakland to L.A. was stupid."

Raiders will beat the heavily favored Redskins in Super Bowl XVIII 38 to 9, Alice thought automatically. Most point score by an AFC team in a super bowl to date as of 2014. Also to date, the first and only Superbowl win for a Los Angeles based team. Marcus Allen was MVP although Jim Plunkett and Rod Martin were stellar too. She considered giving the guys a tip just for the hell of it. Then out of the blue, one of the guys talking football, unzipped his khakis, fished out a raging hardon, gripped it and stepped up to her. Even though she was expecting this, it still shocked her and it took all she had not to step back as a jerky stream pee escaped the end of the guy's hard dick, followed by another. A wet strip darkened her front from the bottom of her left A-cup to the hem of her skirt. The halting spasms turned into a steady stream. Humiliation and rage mixed in her chest making for a bitter toxic cocktail. Needless to say, she withheld her valuable Super Bowl tip. 

She couldn't help but look for Marco and there he was, sitting on a stool near the open bar watching with casual interest. She wanted to walk over and scratch at his eyes. 

Kept it together, girl, she ordered herself. After tonight, if all goes right, you will be free of Lester Byson and his sadistic limo driver. 

The dousing ended leaving the front of her red dress soaked, warm and heavy. The guy backed off stroking his hardon. She stiffened as warmth formed on her left ass cheek as another guy chose his moment to pissed on her. She caught Marco's eyes again. He was clearly enjoying himself.

She cast a wide glance at the men gathering to watch, their collective gaze felt as warm as the fresh urine hitting her ass. Then there it was ... the first tingling at her finger tips. She sighed with relief and even broke into a smiled.

"Look, she likes it," one guy said with a cherry chuckle and a big smile.

She locked eyes with chuckles, giving him an evil look causing his dirty grin to falter and then fade. A bit bewildered, chuckles fumbled with the belt on his pants, unzipped and peed on the front of her red dress aiming at her crotch. When the guy finished, she impatiently pulled the soaked dress over her head, holding her breath as she did it. She had been instructed not to undress until she was thoroughly doused ... they like to see you dripping, Pansy had told her.

Fuck that. This is my show now, she thought vehemently.

In black bra, black panties, black pantyhose and her black pumps, she stood among the men. As she made to turn, one of her ankles nearly buckled. Annoyed, she lifted a leg, yanked off a pump and tossed it into the swimming pool. Like the hair color, Byson had had select shoes. The asshole probably had some kind of foot fetish, hell, maybe he wore women's shoes for all she knew. Anyway, he had gone out of his way to let her know that the shoes cost five hundred dollars ... like that was going to impress her. With dark satisfaction, she chucked the second shoe into the pool. In her pantyhose covered feet, she did a tiny spin to count the number of guys at poolside. There were eleven in all not counting Marco. She wondered if they had paid to be here? Or am I a reward—a perk perhaps? Ultimately she didn't care. The tingling in her hands was all the mattered. Then she nearly cried out with joy when the tingling spread to her toes.

A chubby guy stepped forward and pissed on her left hip. The warmth soaked, through and down her pantyhose pooling out around her foot making her glad she had dumped the shoes. The thought of walking around in those torture devises filled with pee sounded unbearable. Another guy stepped forward and aimed his stream at her panty covered crotch. Someone whizzed down the center of her back, the stream channeled down her ass crack and flowed to her feet via her inner thighs.

Fucking gross. 

Steeling herself, she slowly dropped to her knees. As expected, that drew a crowd. She looked up at a guy standing right in front of her aiming the tip of his dick right at her face. Just on the outer edge of the circle stood Marco, watching, a tiny smile of amusement traced the edges of his mouth, and in his eyes, the lustful sparkle of excitement. She flinched and returned her attention to the guy in front of her when a jet of piss splashed her chin, a second spurt from him clipping the left side of her forehead making her flinch again. She couldn't tell if he was holding back for the suspense or just having a difficult time peeing with a hardon. 

Another guy, having less trouble apparently, shot a torrent on her right shoulder and neck. From the left, someone splashed on her bra covered breasts. Then the guy in front of her finally let go blasting her full in the face. 

"Fuck you," she barked but immediately regretted opening her mouth as salty piss flooded in. She spat furiously and kept her mouth shut, her eyes too. 

A fresh torrent splashed her shut lips.

"Open your mouth," a guy said. 

Alice shook her head making it clear it wasn't gonna happen. Pansy had said that the guys tipped big if you allowed them to piss in your open mouth. She wasn't here for the money so her lips stayed shut tight as a bank vault on a holiday weekend. 

She tried to count the number of streams of dirty piss striking her face and body but it all came at her at so many different angels and intensities that it felt like there were a hundred guys pissing on her. Eerily it all happened without hooting or catcalls. Perhaps her reluctant attitude had set the mood. Pansy had said something about how the men liked it when she showed reluctance. 

No fucking trouble doin' that, she thought. 

Things finally slowed to a literal trickle, a final steady stream struck the back of her feet. She almost laughed aloud for the guy has all of her to piss on and he chose the soles of her feet? She wasn't sure what was more perverted, peeing on some chick or wanting to pee on her feet.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she wondered stupidly how badly her makeup was running. Someone not wearing khaki and maroon stood before her. It was Marco with that archaic grin on his face. The asshole had decided to join the fun because he stood right in front of her with his hardon out.

"Go for it buddy," one of the men said, egging him on. 

Marco smiled down at her as his piss smacked her on the forehead. 

She shut her eyes and shouted out a gem of an insult in Filipino she had learned in a the schoolyard years ago... something to do about a priest fucking his mother up the ass. 

"Bitch!" Marco said, clearly taken off guard by the insult.

She smiled as he rained down on her. Then she abruptly stood up and backed away from him. Some of the men laughed as Marco was left literally holding his dick, his piss splashing ineffectually on the cement pool deck at his feet. Alice pushed through the scrum of men and headed towards the pool, and with no hesitation, dove in. 

The sound of the dive exploded around her. With eyes wide open, she swam to the deep end with her mouth slightly agape, expelling bubbles to allow the chlorinated water to cleanse her palette. She stopped swimming and floated briefly in the bluish world at the bottom of the pool, staring stupidly at her forlorn five hundred dollar pumps she had tossed in minutes ago. She thought of Pansy Dale and wondered, how she was faring. Fucking chick better not crap out on me after all this, Alice thought fiercely.

The tingling in her hands and feet were a steady throb now and an electric sensation seem to race up and down her spine like chase lights on the Vegas strip. A pressure pushed at inside of her head and a sexual heat formed in her so intense that she wouldn't have been surprised if the water around her had started to boil. She wrestled out of the pantyhose and let them float away to join the loathsome shoes. She floated to the surface for air. 

"We were about to come in after you, one of the men said. He had gone as far as to remove his maroon jacket. He looked to be in his late forties, wide shoulders, fit and good looking. He had a dark complexion, perhaps he was part Hispanic, 

"My hero," she said as she tread water at the center of the pool. The men had crowded the edges to watch her. Their collective gaze sent a fresh current of excitement through her. Last time she felt this way she had left a world behind. The next phase of the evening was up, time for the bukakke stuff. She wondered if they called it bukakke here in 1983? The thought of all these guys coming on her face and body didn't sound appealing at all and that worried her because she didn't want the tingling to go away. 

Need to up the anti ... and make it fun for me, she thought as she swam in a small lazy circle.

She pointed at the good looking Hispanic guy that had been willing to come to her rescue. "If you can find a condom you can fuck me," she said.

The guy looked a bit shocked at being singled out, but that didn't stop him from undressing. She held steady at the center of the pool to watch. The guy was hairy in a fun, Tom Selleck kind of way with a lusty concentration on his pecs. Another guy handed him a condom. Hispanic guy tore the packet open and slipped the rubber onto the seven inches of wood pushing out from a ruff of pubic hair. She liked the way his pubic hair slimmed to a line up at his bellybutton and then widened a little as it continued up to meet his chest hair. 

I must be SO fucking horny to be turned on by this dude's body hair, she thought.

With his hardon sheathed, the guy sat at the edge of the pool in the shallow end and lowered himself in. She swam up to him and dropped below the surface to make sure the condom was secure. She took the time to run her hands over his wide chest, enjoying hairy feel of him. After getting her tactile satisfaction's worth, she swam away toward the center of the pool again and dropped below the surface. He swam after her, dropped under too and watched with fascination as she removed her panties. For a few seconds, they both watched the panties drift away in artistic slow motion. It made her think of a scene in a movie with a stupid plastic grocery bag floating in a breeze. She returned her attention to hairy guy and floated before him. He put his hands on her hips, she reach down and and gripped his erection. With some swirling and maneuvering on both their parts, he entered her. Their heads broke the surface as her legs wrapped around his waist. She laced her hands behind his neck laced as they spun in their watery bed for a few seconds.

"Under," she said. 

They inhaled in unison and dropped below the surface. Immediately, with a slow bucking of his hips, he moved in and out of hers. The aquatic pressure pushed at her eardrums as she looked into the face of her impromptu merman, his dark hair turned a blue-black, formed a playful halo around his head.

Movement to her left made Alice turn her head in that direction. Three other guys had stripped down naked and had entered the pool to get closer to the action. Perhaps they hoped to get a shot at her too. She wasn't yet sure she would be into gangbang, but didn't totally write it off just yet. 

Alice and her lover ... no ... the word lover wasn't right. Her fuck mate (that seemed more fitting) broke the surface to get some air. The watchers surfaced with them. After quick intakes, Alice and her fuck mate dropped back down, and of course, the watchers dropped down with them. 

Having an audience egged the guy on and he rammed into her as hard and fast as the water would allow. She liked being watched too. If this hadn't started with a gangbang piss fest, she thought, I'd be fully enjoying herself. In mid thought, her underwater orgasm swept through her and unintelligible sounds escaped her in the form of expelled air bubbles.

They broke the surface for air with the watchers followed them up. "Keep fucking me!" she demanded, pushing her heavy wet hair out of her face. She sucked in air. Her mate barely drawn in a breath as he was forced below the surface with her.

A hand full of pounding thrusts later, her second orgasm ripped through her and they explosion to the surface like frenzied sharks. This time, her fuck mate drew in a deep breath immediately, a wise move as he was pulled him down again seconds later. Through the flurry of bubbles, she looked into the guy's face, he looked a little freaked out. She gave him a carnivorous smile that was probably too shark like for his liking. She planted a sub-aquatic kiss on him and expelled some of her air into him. Freaked or not, he kept pounding into her like a champ. She glanced over at her underwater audience floating in a line nearby looking blue and surreal. Her third orgasm hit her and she behaved even more shark like by sinking her teeth into the flesh of the guy's shoulder. 




Ask Alice Ch. 04



Notes from the author:

Hello reader. Welcome to part four of Ask Alice. In the first three installments I left the reader with a relatively complete tale. Part four got a little long so I'm breaking it up into two installments. Hopefully it's still a good read. The next half will be published as soon as possible. 

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Part One-Imperial Navy Space station orbiting planet New Nippon... sometime in the future. 

So this is what zero gravity feels like, Alice thought with delight as she floated with a slight spin above the floor of the space elevator. Her best friend Joy Maeda floated next to her giggling like a fool. 

"We were told to keep our seats," a stern and slightly ill looking young woman said. She was strapped snugly in a seat in a line of them to Alice's right.

"Come on Ishani," Joy said to the woman." loosen up, have some fun."

The mention of the young woman's name caught Alice's attention. Two mirrors ago Ishani was the makeup girl at a movie set Alice visited. Like the other Ishani, this one was dark skinned and very beautiful even though she was on the verge of being ill.

"Watching you guys spin is really gonna make me barf," Ishani said, she shut her eyes and took a deep breath. "Told you I wanted to take the full gravity ride up."

"Where's the fun in that?" Joy said as she spun in a circle, her long dark hair floated around her head in a goofy halo that made Alice laugh.

A chime sounded followed by an announcement.

"Gravity will return in thirty seconds. Please make sure that all possessions are secure. If you are not in a secure seat, make sure that your feet are oriented correctly. Blue surfaces will be the new down when the elevator stops."

Alice scrambled to get back in her seat. Joy and the few other brave floating people propel themselves to the blue wall at one end of the elevator. None of them seem overly worried about the returning gravity so Alice turned and pulled herself along the seats to join them.

"Gravity returning in ten seconds," the announcer said over the steady chiming. "nine... eight... seven... "

"We would never be allowed to do this on a regular civilian trip up," Joy said as she pressed her back to the the blue wall. 

Alice did the same and she frowned... Did Joy just say civilian? Are we in some future army or something? Alice's stomach did a flip flop and it had nothing to do with the returning gravity. I'm am so fucked if I'm in some futuristic space army, she thought. 

Alice's weight returned and her back press down onto the blue carpeted floor. What she had thought of as the floor seconds before was now a yellow carpeted wall. The rows of harness seats stretched above her. A mechanical whine filled the space as the seats reoriented themselves to the new down.

"Please exit through the glowing orange hatches," the announcer said.

Alice watched the people in the seats above her file off to their right in the direction of flashing orange doorways. 

"You getting up lazy ass?" Joy asked standing over Alice. Joy offered a hand and pulled Alice to her feet. Joy wore a black cotton skirt and a nice comfortable looking gray top. The Joy Maeda of this world was physically identical to Alice's best friend from two mirrors ago. Alice was barely five feet but that still put her a couple of inched above Joy. Alice's slim figure with A-cup breasts seem voluptuous compared to Joy's petite frame. Alice had her beat in every bodily category except perhaps the butt. Joy's ass was always ripe and kicking to Alice's opinion. That particular feature of Joy was well displayed as Alice followed her up a ladder to get to one of the flashing orange exits. Alice couldn't help but notice that Joy wore bright pink panties.

"Stop looking up my skirt you fucking pervert!" Joy said.

Alice laughed for the Joy Maeda of her world would have said the exact same thing. 

They stepped into a white luminescent hall that curved and wound upward opening up into a large light infused space made of glass and steel that looked a lot like a shopping mall. Hell it WAS a shopping mall! On a deck above them Alice saw a sign for McDonald's. On her level, next to a place called No Kill Kobe Beef & Sushi was a Starbucks!

"All honorary Imperial cadets gather here please," a tall blond woman holding what looked like a razor thin I-pad called out.

"That be us," Ishani said standing joining Joy and Alice. Ishani was an inch taller than Alice. She wore a florescent skirt, fuchsia tights and a lime green top. The combination of colors made Alice's eyes hurt. Ishani's eye makeup and lipstick was just as flashy as her outfit. Most the group of so called honorary cadets were dressed in the same gaudy fashion. Oddly, even the men wore eye make. 

"What are you wearing?" Ishani asked Alice frowning at the the Rolling Stones symbol of lips and hanging tongue depicted on her t-shirt. Alice rolled her eyes. She now wished she had put more thought into picking her clothes back in 1983 Los Vegas... barely an hour ago for her. 

"Blue jeans and a holy stone t-shirt," Joy answered for her.

"Rolling Stones," Alice automatically corrected.

Ishani said, "Nina, search Rolling Stones, please."

Alice looked around for this Nina person Ishani was speaking to.

Ishani pulled out a wafer thin cell phone and pointed it at Alice's chest. "Search that image too." 

"The Rolling Stones were a popular rock n roll band in the mid to late twentieth century Earth," came a soft female voice from the cell phone. "Would you like to hear a song?"

"Sure, Nina," Ishani said.

'Sympathy for the Devil' came out of Ishani's phone and Alice barked an involuntary laugh at hearing the old familiar rock tune in this strange futuristic place. 

"That's by Nova Sin from Orion II," Joy said.

"No," Ishani said, "it was done by an older band. I think it was Red Sand from Mars."

"Both those bands made covers of Sympathy for the Devil," said, Nina's voice coming from Ishani's phone. "But it originated with the Rolling Stones from earth."

"Thanks, Nina," Ishani said.

Alice wondered if Nina was a friend or relative of Ishani's. 

"Didn't know you were into old Earth rock bands," Joy said.

"Um... the Stones are great," Alice said lamely. "I like Nirvana too." Weirdly, Alice had considered those bands to be ancient history back in 2014. 

The blond woman with the razor thin I-pad spoke over everyone else.

"Orientation for all skin-fighter trainees will go with Carmen."

"That be you and me," Joy said to Alice with a lusty tone and a gleam in her eyes. The Joy Maeda from Alice's world used that same expression when checking out hot guys. 

"You guys are gonna ace this," Ishani said, excited for her friends. "Especially you Alice. All time highest marks for a civilian trainee."

"Bet you get a free ride at Imperial Academy," Joy said sounding a little envious.

"It's because she studies," Ishani said. "Unlike you party girl."

Joy gave Ishani the finger.

Oh my God, Alice thought, I'm gonna ruin this Alice's career because I know shit about being... what did I-pod blond call us? Skin-fighters? What the fuck was that! Do we strip down naked in this future world and duke it out in some kind of arena? Visions of Mad Max and the Hunger Games flashed through her mind. 

"None skin-fighter trainees come with me," I-pod blond yelled as she backed up and waved for people to follow.

"That be me," Ishani said and shuffled off with the larger group of people.

"Johannes, Kang, Matisse, Mihara, please stay here for a special interview," Carmen, the person in charge of the skin-fighters called out. The skin-fighters not singled out followed Carmen.

"Already, standing out," Joy said. "Goddess be with you." She hugged Alice and then trotted off with her designated group.

Panic gripped Alice as she watched the Joy Maeda of this strange new world walk away.

"You four come with me," came a stern female voice. 

A tall, dark skinned woman with Polynesian features stood looking at the cadets with an expression of bored contempt, she had long black hair done up in tight dreadlocks, her eye were painted pure black with sliver highlights giving her a stern almost sinister look. She wore a dark blue, skin tight outfit that left nothing to the imagination. Every plane and curve of her body was well define. Fortunately for her she had one hell of a body. In her hands was a I-pad thing like the blond had. The woman turned crisply and strode away. The three young cadets, all female, fell in step behind her. Alice considered not following. Perhaps she could hide out in the Starbucks just a few feet away. Its familiarity pulled at her like iron fillings to a magnet. She quickly nixed running off for if she truly were in some kind of space army they would probably just arrest her for desertion. Alice broke into a run to catch up with the group and fell in step.

"Look at her butt," one of the cadets whispered.

It was hard not to. Their guide had what Joy would call a sprinter's ass, round full and solid. 

"Those are the new skin-suits," another in the group whispered.

"I think that they're obscene," another commented.

"All Navy personnel will be wearing these by years end," their stern escort said without looking back. "It's form fitting because the skin-suit is the essential first layer in operating a space suit. Before these new skin-suits came along a person had to remove their standard navy jumper, put on the old skin-suit and then the space suit. With a hull breach who has that kind of time? In fact, these new suits can serve as an emergence space suit in a pinch. And I agree with you Johannes, the new skins are obscene... but that's what I like that about them."

Cadet Johannes' face flushed red.

"Excuse me ma'am," another in the group said.

Their escort stopped abruptly. The cadets stopped too all colliding into each other like a pileup on a highway. Their guide in blue turned and got in the young woman whom had just spoken.

"You will address me as Lieutenant Haiku. I know you are all just honorary Navy cadets but you had best learn to identify officer ranks. Also, both sexes are addressed as sir so cut the ma'am shit."

"Um... yes, ma'am! Lieutenant Haiku... um, sir!" the young woman sputtered, red faced.

"So what is your question Honorary cadet Matisse?" Lieutenant Haiku asked still standing inched from the poor girl their noses nearly touching.

"Um... Lieutenant, sir, have we been singled out because of our high scores in the simulated skin-fighter drills, sir?"

" I don't give a shit about how well you play holo games," Haiku said. "As far as I'm concerned you are all over privileged, over pampered inner Cluster wastes of time." The Lieutenant looked away from cadet Matisse and her eyes sought out Alice. "You Mihara," the lieutenant said, "are the only one in this brat pack that earned her way into the program. Your scores were exceptional." 

Fucking great, Alice thought. I'm some kind of space astronaut prodigy. They're going to send me into battle against marauding aliens! Images of giant insects tearing people into bits danced through her head. Alice was so wrapped in her morbid thoughts that she didn't see the other cadets giving her looks of resentment. Lieutenant Haiku turned and strode off. The group followed.

"Your accent is very lovely, Lieutenant Haiku, sir," said cadet Matisse. Where are you from?"

"Nobody likes a suck up, Matisse," Lieutenant Haiku said. "You are all worldly women. What planet do you think I'm from?"

"Oceania," Johannes, said immediately proving that she was the most comparative in the group.

"Obvious guess," Haiku said, "and wrong."

"New Nippon," said the last unidentified member in the group. "I hear some of that in your speech pattern."

"I'm an Imperial Navy Officer, cadet Kang," Haiku said. "ALL officers train here, so wrong again."

"Planet Nimitz?" Johannes barked.

"Do I look like a whore to you?" Haiku asked.

"No sir!" Johannes said immediately with a look of fear.

"So you think I'm an escape convict then?"

"No, Sir!" Johannes barked again.

"You're not playing Mihara," Haiku said giving Alice a quick look as they turned a corner and went into a tunnel glowing with defused white light.

"Not good with accents... sir," Alice said just above a whisper.

"Go ahead, guess, place me, Mihara."

I truly know nothing! Alice wanted to scream at the woman as the fist of panic grew tighter in her chest. In desperation she said, "You sound like a local from Hawaii, sir."

"Very good Mihara."

"Earth?" Kang asked sounding surprised.

"My parents took me on a holo trip to Hawaii," Johannes said.

"I'm sure that makes you an expert on the subject," Haiku said. "And it's the Kingdom of Hawaii or the KOH as we like to call it."

"Are we going to the Navy docks?" Matisse asked with awe and excitement. A lit sign overhead read, Imperial Space Navy check point. Navy personnel and authorized civilians only. 

"You are a master of deduction, cadet Matisse," Haiku said clearly not meaning it. 

Beyond the check point, the tunnel opened up to black sky and a billion stars. 

"Look! It's the Miami!" Kang blurted out.

Part two-Aboard The Imperial Navy Spaceship Miami 

Beyond a skyscraper tall curving glass wall loomed a silver, white and blue structure so massive that it would dwarf a modern day aircraft carrier from Alice's time. The words INS Miami were painted crisply in bright blue letters on the ship's side. It was right out of a science fiction movie. Alice gawked awestruck at the massive spaceship. 

"Can someone tell me her history?" Haiku asked as she handed her I-pad to a guard at the entrance to the space dock. Cadet Johannes started droning off stats. 

The guard hardly gave Lieutenant Haiku's I-pad a glance as he handed it to another guard next to him. Alice's eyes widened. The other guard was clearly a robot and Alice stared like an idiot. It was shiny dark metallic blue and kind of looked like C3PO from Star Wars only smoother. The letters INI were etched on its chest in gold. Unlike the clunky movements from the movie robot though, this robot moved with perfect human grace. The others paid the robot no heed whatsoever so Alice forced herself to look away too.

"Welcome back Lieutenant, the robot said in a sexy deep male voice.

"Thanks Marko," Haiku said flatly as she took back her I-pad from the robot.

Alice's heart skipped at the mention of the robot's name for she immediately associated it with the crazy gangster Marco Delamo from Las Vegas in 1983. In her odd span of existence, she had said her goodbys to the sadistic gangster just a couple of hours ago. 

The robot scanned the group of honorary cadets with its unblinking eyes. "These are the ones for the guided tour of the Miami?" the robot asked.

Alice was convinced that the robot WAS Marko the gangster. In all her other mirror travels, personalities repeated in one form or another. But a fucking robot? That was too much.

"We're going to get a tour of the Miami?" Kang asked with girlish excitement.

"Yes," Marko the robot said in his silky smooth baritone. He pulled out a gun and pointed it at Kang. Alice flinched and stepped back. A light flashed and the gun threw a circle of green light on Kang's face. The robot did the same to Johannes the next cadet in line. Marco scanned Matisse. Alice, the last, held back unmoving. She was convinced that the green light would some how prove that she wasn't the Alice Mihara of this world. 

"Mihara, step up!" Haiku said. "I'm on a schedule!"

With crawling skin, Alice subjected herself to the flash. She just about held her hand so that they could slap the cuffs on her.

"You are all cleared to board the Imperial Navy battleship Miami," Marco said sounding cheerful.

Haiku said, "You will be taken on a tour of the main bridge, the skin-fighter bay and the drive chamber. Do not stray to areas not on the scheduled tour. If you do, the ship's computer will see you as a hostile, seal you off and gas you. Understood?"

Everyone nodded.

"Will we get to meet Captain Kahakaloha?" Johannes asked.

"Yes," Haiku said. "The legendary Captain Kahakaloha will put aside his important schedule with planetary command and the Central Cluster Administration to meet with four honorary cadets."

Johannes and Matisse bubbled excitedly. Cadet Kang and Alice exchanged a look for both had caught Lieutenant Haiku's obvious sarcasm. Haiku rolled her eyes and herded the cadets through the security gate. Alice had the distinct feeling that Marco the robot was eying her up as they walked away. 

They stepped onto a gangplank leading up to an open hatch. The gangplank was made of glass and white metal or plastic. Most of the traffic moving to and from the ship were machines. Some had vaguely human forms like Marco but most were oddly shaped with strange appendages. Alice caught the familiar smell of pizza just as a squat boxy robot with bright red, green and yellow trim zipped by, the words Papa John's Pizza magically scrolled in a circle around its head in green and red letters. Alice found the smell and familiar logo comforting and wanted to chase after the zipping machine to hold it close. 

Almost all the people wore the same tight outfit as Lieutenant Haiku in varying colors. She did her best not to stare at the men's well defined crotches as they passed. It made her think of a ballet performance she went to in high school were she couldn't take her eyes off the male dancers crotches. She remembered how she and Joy giggled about it through out the whole performance. Unfortunately, some of the Miami's crew were not in excellent shape like Lieutenant Haiku, but enough were to make for some interesting eye candy. Perhaps here in the future men and women were beyond silly adolescent perceptions of the human body, she thought. 

The interior of the ship seemed no different from the corridors of the space station, all white and clean with defused overhead light. Haiku herded the cadets into a large elevator big enough to park a full size SUV in.

"Bridge," Haiku said. 

Seconds later the door opened onto a space that screamed futuristic starship command bridge. Alice scanned the busy bridge looking for pointy eared guys and voluptuous green skinned women. But everyone on the bridge appeared human... aside from the robots. 

"Officer on the bridge!" one of the bridge operators barked. Everyone, including a hand full of robots stopped what they were doing and stood at attention.

"At ease," Haiku said and sat in what was clearly the command chair.

"Anything to report, Crewman Norman," Haiku asked.

"White fish and yellow rice for dinner, sir," A woman said.

"Fuck that, I'm eating out," Haiku said. 

Crewman Norman cracked a smile. She was dark skinned with tight sexy curves. Her silver skin-suit showed off a rigorous workout regime, her dark hair was up in a bun, her movements hinted at tight military discipline. The only thing that belayed her over all look was her eye make up. Like Haiku's it seemed too heavy and elaborate. In Alice's time, no military organization would allow such a thing. Yet in this future world, even the men wore heavy eye makeup!

"Crewman Tago, give the kiddies a view," Haiku said.

A man in a skin-suit the same color as Haiku's seated at a sleek control panel nodded, his heavy eye makeup gave him an avian look. The curved white blank walls all around the bridge became transparent windows looking out onto the space station. Several other spaceships big and small were docked here and there. Yet, as spectacularly as the docked spaceships were, it was the bright blue planet that held Alice's attention most. It wasn't Earth she knew... and her heart pounded at the thought.

Alice looked around worried that she was behaving out of character but the other cadets seem to be just as impressed with the view. Barely knowing she was doing it, Alice walked to the nearest window to get a better look. She put her hand against the glass to brush her fingers over the distant blue ball. It looked so much like Earth! Fresh panic seized her for she had no idea what the name of the planet was. 




Ask Alice Ch. 04



"Looks like a hurricane is brewing in the southern hemisphere, Lieutenant." Crewman Tago observed. "Should I inform New Nippon's weather central?"

"I think they know more about that hurricane than we do," Haiku said.

"New Nippon", Alice whispered to herself. 

"Isn't New Nippon a terra formed planet," Matisse asked. "Don't they have control over the weather?"

"Science Officer Chetka, care to inform the cadet?"

"Happy to, Mavis," a guy in a red skin-suit said. The dude was a couple of pounds passed chubby and the suit was not flattering for his flabby shape although his red and gold eye makeup was interesting and helped slim his round face a bit. The guy cleared his throat and said, "Planet New Nippon is one of the older terra forms in the Organized Cluster. At some point in a terra formed planet's cycle, natural forces will take over and... "

"That Norman woman is wearing pilot's silver," Kang whispered to Alice. "That's what we'll be wearing too." 

Alice nodded like she knew what that meant.

"Red stripe on the left arm means combat skin-fighter action," Kang went on.

Alice was more interested in Haiku than Norman so she asked, "What does the black striped on the Lieutenant's arm mean?"

"Black ops," Kang whispered, looking at Haiku too. Kang leaned into Alice's and whispered, "She a trained spook. Navy intelligence... maybe even IIW."

"Know a lot about cloak-and-dagger I see," Haiku said in the same low whisper as Cadet Kang. Neither Kang or Alice had seen Haiku step up on them. Kang's eyes grew wide and her face tuned bright red.

"Your mother is Freda Kang right?" Haiku asked in the same low whisper. "She served on the inner cluster council for what? Twelve years? Very few people know of the existence of the IIW. Do you know what the initials stand for cadet Kang? Did your mommy tell you"

Kang whispered, "Internal Imperial Workings, sir."

"That is correct," Haiku said softly. "Perhaps I should send your mom a FTL-mail to inform her on how well schooled her little girl is?"

Haiku gave the sorry cadet a carnivorous smile then Kang and Alice jump when Haiku said loudly, "Enough science geek crap, Chetka. Come kiddies let's check out the the skin-fighter bay."

Science Officer Chetka looked offended at being so rudely interrupted. Everyone else seemed excited to move on though, except for Kang who looked totally miserable. The group filed out into the clean futuristic passageway. 

Wait... Alice thought, since this WAS the future, and she a refugee from the past, the passage way was just a passage way, right? She crack a tiny smile at her comic genius moment. Joy would have appreciated the joke. She desperately wanted to meet up with her again even though the Joy Maeda from this world she hardly knew. 

Haiku joined Kang at the end of the line to talk in private. The lieutenant was doing most the talking it seemed. Alice was selfishly relieved that Haiku was more focused on Kang than her.

Part three-A blasts from the past 

They took a lift down to the so called skin-fighter bay. Although Alice had never been in the belly of an aircraft carrier of her time, she would guess that the activity in the skin-fighter bay wouldn't be that much different. People were running about, drilling, maintaining and servicing the variety of vehicles spread out in the large space. Most of the activity was done by machines or robots it seemed. 

"Look! It's a Mustang!" one of the cadets exclaimed excitedly.

Alice stupidly looked around for a Ford until she realized that everyone was looking at a sleek black and red space ship the size of a jet fighter.

"Is that an old bone knife?" Matisse asked, pointing at another craft.

"Yes it is," Haiku said.

"Aren't they a little out of date?" Johannes asked.

"VERY out of date," Haiku said emphatically.

"These were old even during the Kippler revolt," Matisse said.

The silver winged fighter with orange and black trim looked like something out of Star Wars and seemed the most futuristic of all the vehicles in the skin-fighter bay to Alice's opinion which proved that she knew fuck all about things in this world.

"It's one of the captain's many indulgences," Haiku said. "The captain used to fly one of these in his fighter days. Keeps one around just for fun. If he were here, he'd go on ALL day about his adventures in a bone knife."

"You make me sound like such a bore," came a deep male voice from the other side of the fighter.

A six foot tall Polynesian man in his early forties stepped into view. Alice's eyes widened for the guy was a repeat from two other mirrors. He first appeared as a face among many in a crowd of men at an orgy and then again as the actor Harry Hoopii in a quasi porn movie she stared in. She couldn't take her eyes off the man. Like the actor Harry, the man was achingly handsome. He wore a gold color Navy skin-suit. Clearly, they had HIS body in mind when they designed the skin-suits for men.

"Thought you were off ship, captain?" Haiku asked, sounding a little flustered for clearly, the man had heard her running him down moments before.

"Came down here to polish the old girl," he said as he slapped the nose of the small fighter. "A far more productive activity then talking to members of the web council, I think." Kahakaloha had a rag in one hand and a spray bottle of Armorall in the other. "What do we have here?" he asked eying up the cadets.

"Honor cadets," Haiku said. "Giving them a tour of the ship."

"Really? You, Mavis?" Kahakaloha asked with arched eyebrows of disbelief.

"I can be nice," Haiku said, sounding irritated.

The captain chuckled. "Are going to introduce me?" 

Alice's companions looked at the Kahakaloha with puppy dog eyes. Even Kang temperately put aside her distress to gawk at the handsome captain.

Haiku said, "Cadets Johannes, Kang, Matisse and Mihara, meet Captain Johnathan, Mokihana Kahakaloha of the Imperial Space Navy, Captain of the ISN Battleship Miami." 

The captain gave the group a polite nod and his eyes settled on Alice. He frowned giving her an inquisitive look that made her heart jump and her mind race. 

Does he know the other Alice? What the fuck am I gonna do if he does? 

"Do I know you from somewhere Miss—" the captain started to ask but Haiku cut him short.

"Couldn't possibly. We have another stop to make. You can continue polishing your thing. Good day captain."

"Enjoy your visit, cadets," the captain called after them sounding a little bewildered.

Haiku fell in step with Alice and she whispered to her," Watch your ass. You're his type, cute, petite and Japanese."

Alice could hear the edge of jealousy in the lieutenant's voice. She soooo wanted this stupid tour to be over with!

They left the skin-fighter bay and took a lift deeper down into the belly of INS Miami.

"Why are we getting a tour of the drive engines?" Matisse whispered to Johannes. "We're fighter recruits not drive geeks."

"Because," Haiku said, proving that she had supernatural hearing, "as fighters you need to know the face of your enemy."

"Pirates," Johannes said sure of herself.

Pirates? Alice thought astounded. Pirates like in Blackbeard? Captain Jack Sparrow? Could pirates possible threaten this monstrous spaceship and its vast trained crew? Seemed unlikely!

"Not pirates," Lieutenant Haiku said in a tone that conveyed her low opinion of cadet Johannes' answer. 

They lift door opened and Haiku led the group down a dimly lit hall to a door marked 'SECOND DRIVE CHAMBER: AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. Haiku put her hand on a panel near the door.

A deep yet strangely female electronic voice said, "Lieutenant, you are cleared to enter into the second drive chamber but the others with you are not."

"I cleared this with central command, Jessica," Haiku said.

"Not with the captain. I will need his approval to allow the others in."

"Than check with the captain," Haiku said with no small amount of irritation. 

"I am not a messenger program to do your bidding, lieutenant. I am the main drive program and you must follow proper Navy and Imperial Corporation protocol."

Haiku mumbled some choice local Hawaii pidgin swear words that were apparently still in use in this distant future. Haiku slapped at the communication panel again. "Captain, will you tell Jessica to allow me to complete my tour?"

The Captain's voice came over the intercom, "Stop being a bitch, Jessica."

The door to the drive chamber opened. The cadets filed in with Haiku behind them. The room was circular and fairly large about the size of a tennis court, a white featureless ceiling loomed ten feet above their heads, at the center of the chamber a large black cube the size of a Hummer ran from floor to ceiling.

"Worm drive inner chamber," Matisse said clearly in competition with Johannes for miss know it all.

Haiku held her arms out and did a small spin. "What is all around us just below this thin layer of plasti-steel?"

"Powerful drive engines!" Johannes barked.

"The drive engines are in another part of the ship, doppler head," Matisse said. "We are surrounded by advanced wormhole technology that feeds the engines."

"Not the answer I'm asking for," Haiku said. 

"We are surrounded by gold," Kang whispered.

"Right, gold," Haiku said. She went to a section of the wall and peeled away a piece of white paneling, beneath was a layer of gleaming metallic gold. "Three inches thick, walls, floor and ceiling."

"That's a lot of gold," Alice said impressed.

"And THAT is our true enemy," Haiku said. "The reason for all our woes. The reason there be pirates in the world."

Cadets Matisse and Johannes looked totally confused but Alice got what the lieutenant was getting at... human greed was the reason for the cadet's training. Haiku could see that the lesson was going over the heads of most her audience and so decided to move on. "Ship's computer, bring up four study desks in the outer chamber please."

"The drive chambers are my domain," came Jessica's voice over head sounding too much like Hal the killer computer for Alice's comfort. 

"If it's not beneath you, can I have the desks?" Haiku asked with barely contained exasperation.

"You didn't say the magic word," Jessica said.

"Bring up the fucking desks!" Haiku barked. "That magical enough for you?"

Jessica chuckled in a creepy childish way as three college style desk and chair combinations grew out of the floor.

"Plug in," Haiku said.

Alice held back to watch the others. Everyone sat and place their FTL phones on the their desks so Alice did the same. The moment her phone touched the surface of the desk a TV screen about the size of an average laptop appeared in the air before her. The color on the screen was a flat green. Alice reached up to touch it but her hand went right through it. Must me some kind of projection from the desk she figured although she couldn't see how it was done. 

"If your screen is anything but green please raise your hand," Haiku said. No one raised their hand. "Good, I'm handing out training head meshes, you know the drill."

Alice didn't and looked at the sealed plastic pouch with fresh panic. She looked around and everyone was tearing open the pouches and shaking out what looked like black mesh pantyhose. The cadets slipped the mesh thing on their heads and a glowing green band flickered into life in the area around their eyes. They looked like a gang about to rob a 7-11. Alice slipped her mesh thing on. The hood impair her vision making it hard to see what the others were doing.

"You seem hesitant," a female voice said coming from her right side. 

Alice turned to her right thinking that it was Haiku that had spoken but no one was there. After a couple of beats, Alice said in a whisper, "I'm not sure what to do." 

"This is the latest neuro-net training device made to link with a FTL phone," the voice said. "It's no different from the training hoods used at honor flight school. Just tell it to start."

"Um... start?" Alice said.

The world went green then abruptly she found herself standing in the sand on a beach. She staggered back a couple of steps then fell on her butt. 

"What the fuck!" she barked. She looked around and saw a woman she immediately recognized as Pansy Dale from the Roman Hotel back in Las Vegas 1983... one mirror ago. She wore a flowered wrap that barely contained her Victoria Secret's figure, her shiny long blond cascaded over her shoulders..

"Pansy?" Alice asked.

"Yes," the woman said. "You seem upset."

"I am," Alice said finding herself near tears, she felt so lost and confused that the sight of a familiar face was such a relief. Alice got to her feet and hugged the woman. "Were am I?" she asked as she held Pansy tight. 

"In the INS Miami docked in orbit over planet New Nippon," Pansy said.

"Where did this beach come from?" Alice asked as she pulled away from Pansy to look at her. 

"An illusion created by the neuro-net training hood," Pansy said looking back with a furrowed bow. "You are not a huger so clearly, there is something wrong."

"Of course there's something wrong! Everything is wrong!" Alice yelled. "How come you're here all of a sudden?" 

"I'm your companion program from your FTL phone." Pansy said her frown deepening, "But you don't know that do you?"

Alice shook her head. "What's a FTL phone?"

"FTL stands for faster than light' although that's an inaccurate description of the device. Your phone uses the latest wormhole technology to bend light and the very fabric of reality to send communications long distances. Nothing reaches the speed of light, the FTL simply takes shortcuts." 

The explanation of an FTL phone did nothing to calm Alice. 

"I sense that your anxiety is increasing," Pansy said. "Perhaps you should excuse yourself from the tour and I will help you find a local doctor that accepts your insurance."

"No!" Alice said quickly as she forced herself to be calm. "That Lieutenant Haiku spooks me. I don't want her to sink her claws into me like she did with that Kang chick. I survived Las Vegas, I can get through this. Just help me along until the tour is over."

"As you wish," Pansy said. "But my programing will force me to take action if you put yourself or another in danger."

"Can I get hurt in here?" Alice asked.

"None of this is real," Pansy said patiently.

Alice touched Pansy's arm. "You feel so real though?"

"The others are waiting for your arrival at the end of the beach. You best hurry." Pansy blinked out of existence. 

Alice broke into a jog. The illusion of reality was perfect, sounds, textures, smells... it was like she was at the beach. Around a small bend she saw Haiku and the rest of the cadets.

"There you are," Haiku said. "I was about to go see if you had a problem with the neuro-net.

Pansy was suddenly among them.

"Personal companions off please," Haiku said when she saw Pansy. 

"Alice did have trouble," Pansy said. "Her FTL provider is having trouble hooking up with the ship's network. I may have to pop in now and then to smooth out the link."

"Whatever," Haiku said with a dismissive wave. Pansy gave Alice a shifty wink before blinked out again. Apparently, Haiku bought the story for she didn't say boo about Pansy coming and going. "Welcome to Hookipa Park on the island of Maui, in the Kingdom of Hawaii, on planet Earth," Haiku said 

"Should we take notes?" Matisse asked.

"No," Haiku said. "this is just a pretty place that I like to go to. You are all about to receive visual information at a blurring speed. When or if you are able to discern an image, focus on it and it will slow down."

"If we can't focus on a particular image?" Johannes asked.

"Then you can forget about serving on the Miami," Haiku said pleasantly. "Don't worry, there are thousands of other ships you can serve on. A Stanley hauler would be a nice assignment don't you think?" The cadets each held an identical look of disdain. Apparently, a Stanley hauler was beneath their potential. Haiku continued, "If you fail to focus on any image for a reasonable amount of time, the tour is over for you and you will be escorted off the ship."

The cadets eyed each other up clearly excited by the sudden injection of competition. Even Kang recovered a little and seemed to be looking forward to showing up her companions.

Good, Alice thought. All I have to do is blow this test and I'm out of here! 

The world around Alice sped like someone had hit the fast forward button in her brain. It made her dizzy at first so she shut her eyes to keep from toppling over. When she opened her eyes again images flashed by her: mountains, trees, buildings, all moving too fast for her to focus on. Good she thought, flunk out and get out. 

Then for about a second, she saw the interior of a room filled with people but it flashed away before she could lock in details. Seconds later, she saw the room again, then maddeningly, it flashed away once more. There was something familiar about the room and the people in it. In spite of her intention to flunk, she made the effort to focus and the racing images seemed to be slowing around her. Then abruptly, the world froze on some dense jungle like forest scene. The place felt weirdly familiar her too. In the dense shade of a large gnarly tree was a figure, a woman standing stiff and unmoving. Just as Alice's eyes were adjusting to the gloom under the trees, the scene zipped away and suddenly, she was standing in the room full of people. She knew exactly where she was, it was her bedroom back in Honolulu! 

"What the fuck is this?" she said aloud.

"It appears to be a in an old time flat movie," Pansy said suddenly at her side. Pansy no longer wore the flowered wrap and was now dressed in a clinging white dress that showed off her spectacular figure.

"A movie?" Alice asked even more confused. She heard voices coming from the living room and went to investigate. "Holy fuck," Alice whispered when she realized she was on the set of the movie she had starred in with the handsome Harry Hoopii who was Captain Kahakaloha in this world. The movie was at the scene with her standing and the men groped her through her clothing. "I stared in this movie," Alice said.

"That is unlikely," Pansy said. "I estimate that the movie was made on earth in the early twenty first century." Pansy studied the female figure at the center of the grope session. "Although, the likeness to you is uncanny. The film is adapted for 3D walk around. You can move about and watch from any angle as if you were there."

"I WAS there," Alice whispered. She walked around to watch Captain Kahakaloha and three other men groped at Movie Alice's clothed body. "This is... amazing," Alice whispered. She looked around and expected to see a movie set and crew but all she saw was her apartment. "Joy and the film crew are gone," Alice said.

"The film's intent is to create a real space and not a movie set," Pansy said. "Your best friend Joy Maeda was in the movie with you?"

"Yeah. And that Ishani chick too."

"Both your closest friends?"

"I didn't know Ishani back then... I still don't know her."

The groping got hotter as the men reached under movie Alice's dress to get at her body beneath. The other men suddenly pulled away leaving Harry... Captain Kahakaloha... alone with movie Alice. The captain had her dress hiked up with his right hand under her panties.

"Joy had just told the others to back away," Alice said remembering the movie shoot.

"Joy was the director too?" Pansy asked.

"Yes and no. She just kind of took over. In that particular mirror, Joy was a famous porn star named Mandy Almond. The director was a bit of a dope when it came to filming hard core sex. Joy took it upon herself to improve on the quality of the scene."




Ask Alice Ch. 04



"What do you mean when you said that particular mirror?"

"That reality... kind of hard to explain," Alice said. Her toes and fingers tingled as she anticipated what was about to happen next. "The captain will remove his hand from my panties, smooth my dress down and slide the straps of the dress off my shoulders."

"Why did you call him captain," Pansy asked.

"Sorry, I meant that guy, the actor Harry Hoopii. He and Captain Kahakaloha are probably the same guy." Pansy gave Alice a skeptical look. "Like I said, hard to explain." Alice hated how lame... and crazy she sounded. Kahakaloha smoothed down movie Alice's dress and daintily pulled the straps from her shoulders. "Joy told him to stop being gentle and to tear the clothes off my body." 

In a violent downward tug that made movie Alice yelp in surprise, Kahakaloha ripped the black dress off her. Movie Alice Instinctively crossed her arms over her bra covered breasts.

"I was so fucking turned by that violent little move," Alice whispered recalling the heat of the moment. 

One of the men stepped behind movie Alice, grabbed her black panties and aggressively pulled them down her legs. Her hands dropped from her breasts to cover her exposed crotch. the same guy gripped the back of her bra straps and pulled until the hooks gave way then yanked the bra off exposing her tiny A-cups. Movie Alice stood naked and vulnerable surrounded by men in just their underwear with bulging crotches. Movie Alice dropped to her knees. The men dropped their undies to expose their stiff erections then pressed in on movie Alice.

Real Alice watched her movie self give spirited head to the men for a little while. "It's like I'm in the room," she said. "Can I touch them?"

"Yes," Pansy said, "but this scenario is not programed for full intimacy. The people you touch will not react to you."

Alice walked up to Kahakaloha who was standing to one side, slowly stroking his plumb brown erection as he looked down at movie Alice giving head to others. Real Alice shimmied in close to him, he was a foot taller, she looked up into his face then ran her hands over his wide brown shoulders and well developed pecs... he felt absolutely real. Her eyes dropped lower and one of her hands joined his in stroking his hardon."Amazing," she whispered. She dropped to her knees to get a good look at Kahakaloha's erection. With little thought at what she was doing, she took the tip into her mouth... it felt soft and velvety... and surprising, she tasted the saltiness of him. Her eyes drifted up to look at the handsome starship captain. He stood absolutely still and seemed to be shimmering around the edges.

"The film is on pause because you are interfering with the action," Pansy said. 

Suddenly feeling awkward by her brazen behavior, Alice pulled away from the captain's cock. "Feels so real," she said lamely as she stood to get out of the way. The action resumed. She turned her attention to movie Alice on the floor giving head. She dropped to her knees again to get a closer look at herself sucking some guys cock. It looked kind of undignified. She ran her hands through movie Alice's hair, it felt silky and soft. Her hand dropped to her movie self's bare shoulder, drifted around front to knead a naked breast. Her eyes flickered up to Pansy who was watching her intently. There I go again, Alice though... behaving like a degenerate freak! Alice stood up quickly and stepped away. 

Kahakaloha stepped in and swept movie Alice off her feet. He walked her to the sofa and lowered her naked body onto her back. He positioned himself between her legs and entered her. Movie Alice let out a breathy gasp. The other men... and Alice... gathered around to watch, each pushing in and taking turns brushing the tips of their cocks over her face. "Funny, I don't remember them doing that," real Alice said absently.

"You mentioned that Ishani was involved," Pansy said.

"She wasn't in the movie," Alice said as she watched Kahakaloha's ass move and gyrate with each thrust of his hips. "She was the makeup girl but Joy talked her into doing some fluffing. Fluffing is—"

"I know what fluffing is," Pansy said politely.

Movie Alice screamed out in violent bliss as her orgasm arrived. Some blond guy took the captain's place between her legs. The Guy lifted her off the sofa and they went at it standing up. Real Alice frowned, she remembered the blond guy fucking her in that position but couldn't recalled if she had enjoyed it. 

Soon, Movie Alice was back on the sofa on hands and knees with the big blond boy pounding at her from behind. One of the standing men walked around the back side of the sofa and pushed his stiff erection into movie Alice's mouth. Another guy pushed his way in and abruptly shot a jet of jizz striking movie Alice above the right eyebrow, more spurts followed lining her right cheek at a slant all the way down across her lips. A big glob attached to her upper lip under her nose. Real Alice looked at her plastered face with fascination and bit of disgust. Even Pansy seemed absorbed with movie Alice's messy face. 

"This is very unusual," Pansy said. "I used a facial recognition program—"

"No pun intended?" Alice asked stupidly.

Pansy frowned, looked at movie Alice's smeared face for a couple of seconds then said, "Oh, I see. None intended I assure you. As I was saying, I used a facial recognition program and it appears that the woman in this movie is truly you." Pansy gazed at the real Alice with a look of puzzlement. "How can that be?"

Alice laughed and said, "Welcome to my world." Than suddenly her world went green. The swooning feeling returned and she found herself seated at the testing desk in the worm drive chamber. Claustrophobia closed in and she quickly pulled the meshed hood from her head. The other cadets were doing the same each looking around the chamber just as confused. A voice boomed overhead. 

"This is not a drill. The Miami has been called into emergency service. All non personnel must leave immediately. All crews report to stations. I repeat... "

The bewildered cadets and Alice stood up from their desks. Haiku's eyes settled on Alice and wouldn't look away.

Captain Kahakaloha's voice boomed overhead.

"Lieutenant Haiku, round up all off duty officers and meet me on the bridge."

"Duty calls," Haiku said still holding Alice in her gaze. "Fun's over, time to clear out." She led the group out into the hall and flagged down two men in gray skin-suits passing by. "Show the the cadets off the ship," Haiku said to the men in gray. She gave Alice one last look as the men in gray led the cadets away.

Part Four-Companion Pansy

Alice and the cadets followed the men in gray skin-suits at a brisk pace. People and machines moved about with urgent purpose all around them. Soon, they were unceremoniously dumped at the dock exit.

"I hope you had a good tour," Marco the creepy robot said. He scanned each in turn as he had when they entered. No one said a thing to the robot as he did his scans all acted as if he weren't there.

Johannes said, "Was your test in the chamber weirdly sexual or was it just me?"

"Mine was too," Matisse said.

"Me too," Kang added.

"What the fuck was that all about?" Matisse asked.

"That was so inappropriate," Johannes said. "Someone should report her."

"Go ahead if you like then you can forget ever getting an assignment on the Miami," Matisse said.

Johannes said no more about it. Apparently, she didn't want to sully her chances.

Alice was the last to be scanned and she was sure that the robot was eying her up as they walked away from the security gate. 

The cadets gathered at the entrance to the space station's commerce mall.

What do we do now?" Matisse asked.

"A shuttle to Nippon's moon will be here in three hours," Kang said looking at her light phone. "Mrs. Liza said we can get on it and catch up with the rest of the class. Or we can go to the hotel and skip the moon jump and catch up with the group tomorrow. Our choice."

"I'm for the moon," Johannes said.

"Me too," Matisse followed.

"It's been a long day," Kang said. "I'm going to the hotel."

"Go to the hotel," a voice sounded in Alice's left ear. It was Pansy her FTL companion. Alice felt around her ear for the microphone that had to be attached somewhere but didn't locate one. The other cadets were looked at her so she quickly stopped fussing with her ear. 

"We need to talk." Pansy said sounding grave.

"I'm going to the hotel too," Alice said. She had no idea were the hotel was but it sounded like all the cadets were housed together so all she had to do was stick with Kang to find her way. 

"You and the cadets are staying at the Waikiki Hotel on Mount Fuji Avenue," Pansy said in her ear. "Your bags are already there but you still need to check in."

"Um... thanks," Alice said weirded out that Pansy knew exactly what was on her mind. Can she read my mind? Is she implanted in my head? She resisted the temptation to poke at her ear again. She looked sideways at cadet Kang who walled along silent and sullen. Every now and then her lips would move. Alice guessed that she was having a sub vocal conversation with her personal FTL companion. 

After walking along in silence for a while, Alice said, "Haiku was really rough on you."

"Comes with being the child of a famous Senator," Kang said. "People like Lieutenant Haiku will always be at me. I just wish it hadn't happen on my first day out. If Haiku really is with the IIW, my mom is gonna boil me alive for being so stupid."

"You got another name to go with Kang?" Alice asked.

"Georgia."

"Alice."

"I know," Georgia said. "Checked you up on line. Number one in cadet skin-fighter class on your home planet. Number three overall in the Cluster. I'm number four. Nice to finally meet you, Alice."

Alice lapsed back into silence to avoid having a conversation that might prove her an imposter. They arrived at the Waikiki Hotel. On the outside, aside from a colorful lit sigh with palm trees, it looked like all the other space station buildings around it, white, plain and sterile. Inside was a WHOLE other thing though.

"Wow," Alice said.

"Not much holo-techture were you come from?" Kang asked sounding a bit amused.

Not knowing what the hell holo-techture was, Alice shook her head. If she hadn't stepped into the hotel from the sidewalk of a the sterile white passageway, she would swear that she was in the open air lobby of a Waikiki hotel back in her time. There were windows all around depicting a busy tourist trade. As they stood in line to check in, Alice gawked at the the window behind the front desk showing Diamond Head crater with a sail boat moving serenely on bright blue water. She looked back at the entry way and just outside was a crowded beach that could be Ala Moana beach park.

"May I help you?" came a calm female voice. Alice turned to the front desk and her eyes went wide as she looked into an abstract face made of plastic and chrome.

To hide her surprise of being addressed by a robot, Alice said the first thing that came to her head. "Umm... if that is Diamond head behind you, the view to the street should be Kalakaua Avenue."

"I will advise Holo Tech Imaging of the error," the robot said. "Please remain still for a facial scan."

Before Alice could say a thing, a light flashed in her eyes.

"Thank you, Alice," the front desk robot said. "Your baggage and those of your friends Joy and Ishani have been check in from Space Elevator services ahead of you. Use your FTL phone app Pansy to enter your room and order room service. The lifts to the lower floors are that way." The robot pointed a sleek glass hand to the direction of the elevators. 

"Umm... thanks." Alice said. The scene outside the the front doors had changed. Although the cars and buses looked different, and the people were dressed kind of weird, there was no mistaking that she was looking out onto bustling Kalakaua Avenue at the height of the summer tourist glut. "Wow," she whispered as she waited at the elevators for Georgia Kang to check in.

"I'm on sub level S35 room 116," Georgia said.

Pansy chimed in Alice's ear, "Same level room 121."

"I'm in 121," Alice said.

"I hear that jeans are all the rage on planet Perth," Georgia said, looking Alice up and down. "You look good in them, but what's with the lips and tongue on the shirt?"

"Rolling Stones, rock and roll band from Earth long time ago," Alice said.

Georgia's eyes went blank. Alice guessed that the girl was checking with her personal FTL phone app about the Rolling Stones. After singing a few bars of 'Satisfaction,' off key, Georgia said, "I thought Blue Robot Heads from New Euro wrote that one?"

"Nope, it was the Stones," Alice said.

As Georgia rocked in place listing to the Stones, Alice gave the girl a serious once over. She looked Filipino but her last name certainly hinted at something else. She wasn't tall, perhaps five two, dark brown skin, jet black hair cut in a bob giving her a boyish look. Her figure belied any boyishness though. The chick was curvy everywhere where it counted with an enviable pair of C's up top. She would fill out one of those Navy skin-suits quite nicely.

An elevator finally arrived. 

"What's a honky tonk woman?" Georgia asked as they stepped into the elevator. She went back to listening so Alice figured she really didn't need an answer, and to be honest, Alice had no idea what a honky tonk woman was either. 

The elevator was made of glass and showed a spectacular view overlooking Poi Pounder Island or Chinaman's Hat out in Kaneohe bay. Of course Poi Pounder was on the other side of Oahu and no were near Waikiki. I wonder if it would change if I complained about the view again, Alice mused. The elevator doors opened onto sub level thirty five.

"I'm gonna call my mom and face the heat," Georgia said. "Wanna meet for dinner later?" 

"Um... maybe. I'll see how I feel," Alice said.

Georgia Kang gave her a little wave and walked away, bobbing her head to a Stones' tune.

Alice found door 121. There was no nob, she didn't know what to do.

"Hold me out and say open," Pansy said in her left ear.

Alice did and said, "Open."

The door slid open with a soft hiss. She stepped into a room with corner windows overlooking Waikiki Beach. The room was absolutely bare, there was no bed, furniture or anything. "Where is the bed?" Alice asked. "And where's my luggage? The robot at the front desk said it would be here?"

"Everything is space liner hideaway," Pansy said. 

Alice let out a small yelp of surprise when she found Pansy standing next to her who now wore jeans and t-shirt just like Alice, but her t-shirt was a bright sun yellow with the words Laga Snow in black liters with dripping red trim. "Like my outfit?" Pansy asked with a tiny spin. "Many of the cadets are looking into buying blue jeans. Just as many are looking for original Rolling Stones songs too. Rolling stone t-shirts are nowhere to be just yet but symbols of other rock groups are selling to fill the void. Laga Snow from Oort Cloud Doom Jam is the number one seller." Pansy pointed at her Laga Snow t-shirt.

"Nice to know," Alice said halfheartedly. She was exhausted and just wanted to lie down. "Where is the bed?"

"Ask for one and it will come."

"Bed please," Alice said. Right before her eyes a bed with a sea blue quilt of hibiscus flowers grew out of one wall. Alice tentatively touched the bed... it felt solid. She sat down with all of her weight dropped onto her side and curled up in a ball. 

"What is wrong?" Pansy asked sitting on the bed with her. On impulse, Alice reached out to take the woman's hand but quickly pulled back with a start when Pansy rippled and went out of focus. "Why can't I touch you like I did before?"

Pansy came back into full focus. "The room is fully holo but you will need a neuro-hood to interact with me," Pansy said. "The service is quite expensive to use. It was not budgeted in. I wouldn't order room service either. So tell me? What is wrong?" 

"EVERYTHING is wrong," Alice blurted out.

"Please explain," Pansy said.

"What would you say if I told you that just a couple of hours ago I was in a hotel in Las Vegas in 1983?"

"I would say that you are joking but I can tell that you are not. Would you like me to look up the nearest clinic that accepts your insurance and make an appointment to see a mental heath specialist? The hotel has a full time robo-doctor on staff. We could start there?"

"It was me in that pron movie we saw," Alice said. "You said it yourself."

"Yes, that was clearly you and the movie was not a fake. I find that very perplexing," Pansy said with a frown. "The approximate date stamp for the movie is the late twentieth century to early twenty first." Pansy looked at Alice gravely. "If this is a joke, it is quite elaborate. Perhaps my programing cannot appreciate the humor."

"No joke," Alice said just as gravely. "There is nothing funny about stepping through mirrors into the lives of other Alice Miharas."

"Please explain," Pansy said.

"You're just gonna think I'm crazy."

"As a personal FTL companion, my loyalty to you is solid," Pansy said sounding hurt. 

"But?" Alice asked sensing a BIG but coming her way.

"But... if I find that your behavior is harmful to you and others around you, my programing will force me to seek help. BUT... if you convince me that you are not unstable, I will help you in anyway possible."

"Fair enough," Alice said as she rolled on her back and stared at the hotel ceiling. "It started in Honolulu in 2014, my boyfriend Nelson set up this sex party where I was the only girl present... 

... One our later... 

... and after the blowbang at the pool, I went back to the Roman Hotel in Las Vegas and fell into my third mirror leaving 1983 behind and found myself riding the space elevator up to this space station."

After a very long and very human pause Pansy said, "There are three possibilities."

"Just three?" Alice joked. Pansy gave her that grave look again. "Sorry," Alice said. "For a phone app you sure can give a good stink eye."

Pansy said, "Possibility number one, you are clearly insane and we should find you a good mental health facility."

"Not fond of that possibility," Alice said.

"Possibility number two, you have created this elaborate hoax to bring attention to yourself to further a secret longing to start a brain tube career. Others have done it."

"I don't know what a brain tube is but at least I'm less crazy in THAT scenario."

"Possibility number three, you are a Liner with a capital L."

"What's a Liner?" Alice asked. Her eyelids drooped against her will, she was a blink away from dropping off to asleep.

"A person who can travel in time."

Alice sat up suddenly wide awake again. "Travel in time? People can do that here in the future?"

"Nothing has been scientifically proven," Pansy said. "But there have been a flurry of stories on the internet of people experiencing involuntary episodes of time travel most claiming to have skipped to the future. Bloggers dubbed them Future Liners some called them Straight Liners mostly they are called Liners for short. Another sub group are called Tachyons, named after a theoretical particle that defies the laws of physics. Tachyons can travel backwards in time. On the discussion blogs such people are considered very rare."

"So you thing that's what I am?" Alice asked very excited. "One of those Liner Tachyon people?"

"No," Pansy said. "I think that you are emotionally disturbed and in need of help... BUT, you being in that film is not allowing me to draw a final conclusion."

Alice's mouth stretched open with a huge yawn as her sleepiness returned. She lay back down on the bed.




Ask Alice Ch. 04



"May I consult a friend who is an expert on the Liner phenomenon?" Pansy asked.

"You're a phone app," Alice said almost asleep. "How can you have friends?"

"I do have a life outside of your light phone," Pansy said sounding offended. "You encouraged it."

"Sorry, that was the other Alice... didn't mean to piss you off... "

Alice's eyes closed and she dropped off to sleep.

Part Five-Oh Lucy!

Alice opened her eyes in the bedroom of her modest Honolulu town house apartment. The myna bird that lived in the mango tree just outside her bedroom window was squawking away... as usual.

"Stupid bird," she mumbled as she dragged a pillow over her head to block out the sound. Then she bolted up in bed shooting the pillow across the room. This was her bedroom! She was home! 

"It was all a fucking dream!" she yelled.

She let out hysterical laughter and then started to cry. She scrambled out of her bed and rushed out to the living room. Nelson wasn't home but all looked normal. In a state of jittery excitement, she drifted into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. The clock on the Microwave said 1:23. It was light outside so it had to be 1:23 in the afternoon. This was so weird. She had never slept through a whole morning before. 

"I must be sick," she said as she felt her forehead. "What day is this? Better call work to tell them I'm not coming in." She went to the night stand in her bedroom where she always plugged her phone to charge overnight. She picked up the phone and frowned. It looked odd. This wasn't her black and red smart phone with its tiny key board. The phone in her hands was white with silver trim. It looked a lot like a... Faster than Light phone... an FTL.

"Hello Alice," a woman said.

Alice whorled around to see a woman sitting on her bed wearing a blue skin tight outfit identical to to the one Lieutenant Haiku and hundreds of other Space Navy personnel wore. The woman was Asian, with long dark hair, cute freckles splashed across her cheeks and nose. She had a curvy ripe figure much like Georgia Kang's with perhaps a bit more up top.

"I'm Lucy, Pansy's friend." 

Alice's heart dropped a couple of feet. "Please tell me I'm dreaming," Alice said.

"Sorry, you are wide awake," Lucy said.

"And what the fuck is all this?" Alice asked waving her arm around at her Honolulu bedroom.

"I took the liberty of putting a full body neuro-net and hood on you. All the rooms in this hotel are neuro-net active or full holo as the locals say. Don't worry, I'm paying for it. The neuro-net is creating all this from your memories. The coffee smells delicious."

"It's Kona," Alice said flatly. She looked around. "None of this is real?"

Lucy shook her head.

Alice went to the kitchen, Lucy followed. The coffee did smell good. She went to the cupboard above the stove and pulled down a couple of cups. Most of her cups were mugs from NFL football teams. She got them as perks from the TV station she worked research the internet for the sports broadcasters to make them look like informed geniuses. She handed Lucy a Cowboys mug, she kept her favorite, the Vikings for herself. There was a chip on the handle of the Viking mug. The damage happened a year ago when she was loading the dishwasher. She brushed her thumb over the chip.

"The detail is crazy," Alice said as she stared at a gouge in the kitchen counter made by her live in partner Nelson. He had made the gauge with a mat knife when he was trimming some poster board for a work project. "I told him to do that somewhere else," she mumbled, recalling the argument the little gauge had triggered. "Nelson never listened, he's such a jerk. If I ever get back to my time I'm dumping him," she said as she poured the coffee. 

"The neuro is very good at its job," Lucy said as she accepted her mug of coffee. She touched the ornate banana hanger on the counter. "Pottery Barn?"

"Make this all go away." Alice said flatly.

The world went blue and Alice found herself standing in the hotel room, the Viking mug had disappeared from her hands, she closed her hands into tight fists. Someone had stripped her down to her underwear and put a full body net thing on her that covered her from neck to toes. Sitting on the edge of the bed was Lucy dressed in her Space Navy blue skin-suit with a neuro-net hood over her head. Alice pulled the neuro-net from her own head, step over to Lucy and gripped the woman's shoulder firmly then quickly pulled her hand back.

"I'm real," Lucy said with a faint smile as she pulled the hood off her head too. 

"Strange that a phone app has a human friend," Alice said.

"Not so strange in this time and place," Lucy said. "We should talk about you."

"Where is Pansy?" Alice asked automatically suspicious.

"I asked to speak to you in private if that's okay?"

Alice gave Lucy a mistrustful look and asked, "Why this neuro-net thing?" She pinched at the material covering her body. It felt like silk pantyhose. She held an arm up to her face to get a closer look. The net fabric was laced with delicate dark lines and bands. "Who undressed me?"

"I did," Lucy said.

"How did you get this on me without waking me?" Alice asked feeling a bit violated. "Was I drugged?"

"You were just out cold... and I have certain skills."

"You an IIW spy like that Lieutenant Haiku?"

"Goodness no!" Lucy said with a shocked expression. "In fact, I'm not in the Navy at all."

"Why the uniform then?"

"A necessary disguise." 

"What is this all about?"

"Pansy is a good friend. She asked for my help so here I am," Lucy said.

Alice looked doubtful.

"Pansy is sure that you are mentally unstable. She thinks that the pressure of becoming an honor cadet plus trying to get into the Space Navy Academy has created a mental collapse of some kind."

"It's... something else," Alice said still very cautious. She wanted to trust this woman but putting her trust in a stranger... and a phone app wasn't sitting well with her.

"Pansy has filled me in on all you have told her," Lucy said.

"You think that I'm lolo too?"

"Put on the hood and we'll share information," Lucy said as she pulled hers on.

Reluctantly, Alice put on the hood. She didn't like it, having a stocking on her head was so claustrophobic... and this holo world thing was too much to take in.

"Recall your day starting from when you entered the Navy docks," Lucy said.

The world went green and then just like that she was standing with the other cadets waiting to be scanned by Marco the robot. Disoriented, she staggered a couple of steps back. Lucy was there to steady her.

"Your memory is good everything looks precise," Lucy said. 

"How can you tell?"

"There is always a bit of a shimmer when the neuro program is guessing at a detail. Is the ability to recall strong with you?"

"I've been told that I have a good memory," Alice said. She relied on remembering scores of football games back in 1983. Her ability to recall detail had paid off well then yet at the same time, it had gotten her into a shit load of trouble too.

"Freeze action," Lucy said. The action stilled just as Marco was about to scan her. "You don't seem fond of the check in unit."

"He called himself Marco," Alice said. "I found that kind of creepy."

"Pansy told me about the repeating personalities in your mirror travels. She told me that the Pansy from 1983 was a real person. Marco was a villain in that same world?"

"Yeah, and he was human too."

"Curious," Lucy said. 

Lucy walked up to Marco the robot. "This check in unit is a Mark-11 a popular model with Navy security. The Mark-11 unit tends toward derivatives of Mark as names for themselves. The name Marco is a very common name among them. This particular unit is pretty nasty. Rumor has it that his human protective settings is set below council standards and he answers only to the INI top brass."

"What's INI?" Alice asked keeping her distance from the robot even though he was just a holo projection of her memory.

"Imperial Navy Intelligence."

"Like Lieutenant Haiku?"

"No, Haiku is IIW, Imperial Internal Workings, the two agencies do NOT get along." Lucy looked at the other cadets and rattled off their names, "Moana Johannes, Georgia Kang and Fima Matisse. All are potential Liners according to IIW reports that I managed to get a hold of."

"They can all travel in time?" Alice asked looking at the others with new interest.

"The report said potential Liner but no more," Lucy said."

"Pansy called me a Tachyon," Alice said.

"I know, you claim to travel backwards in time."

"I do... I have."

"Your mirror thing and the repeating personalities doesn't fit though," Lucy said.

"Maybe I'm a new kind of Liner," Alice said.

"Or maybe you a deranged person that is making this whole thing up to get attention," Lucy said casually.

"I'm not deranged!" Alice snapped.

Lucy and Alice moved along with the other cadets and were now on the bridge.

"This memory replay thing is remarkable," Alice said looking around the bridge. "This holo thing is standard in all hotels?"

"I've added my own touches," Lucy said. "What happened between Haiku and Georgia Kang?"

"Georgia told me that Haiku was IIW. Haiku somehow overheard and was all over Georgia after that."

"Micro listeners were planted on all of you by Marco I suspect," Lucy said. "Haiku managed to tune in on the INI frequency is my guess."

Alice looked aghast and started patting at her body. 

Lucy laughed. "First of all, this is just a holo, second, the devices are smaller than a grain of sand. Most likely it was planted in your hair."

Alice started frantically running her fingers through her hair.

"Don't worry, they were neutralized the moment you left the Navy docks. The Imperial Navy can do as it pleases on its own turf but in Cluster territory, such devices are HIGHLY illegal. And besides, Pansy would have let you know if any active devices were still on you. Very little can get pass an FTL companion program."

"Nice to know," Alice said. "Now back to me being a deranged attention freak?"

"You appearing in that old movie gives your story some credibility," Lucy said. "Coming up next is another thing that makes your story even more intriguing."

They were now in the ship's skin-fighter bay just as the ruggedly handsome Captain Kahakaloha stepped into view from behind the fighter ship he was polishing. The Captain froze mid step. Lucy walked up to him.

"Captain Johnathan Mokihana Kahakaloha of the INS Miami. Kahakaloha is the primary focus of Lieutenant Haiku and the IIW."

"He's an enemy spy?" Alice asked surprised. She got in close, unlike Marco the creepy robot, Alice didn't mind getting near the handsome captain at all.

"No," Lucy said, "Kahakaloha was a Kippler supporter. All the Kippler supporters are closely watched by the IIW." Seeing that Alice had no idea who Kippler was, Lucy elaborated. "Years ago, Kahakaloha was part of a Navy coup lead by the famed Admiral Rudolf Kippler. The coup failed of course. Kippler was killed and everyone involved with the coup was court marshaled. Kahakaloha was just nineteen at the time. With the help of a creative lawyer and some excellent connections, charges were reduced and in time he was allowed to reenlist."

Alice reached up and touched the captain's right arm. Her touch reactivated the holo and the captain was moving again.

"You are sexually responding to him," Lucy said.

Alice backed away and folded her arms in tight. To hide her embarrassment at being so obvious, she asked, "The Kippler guys are the reason for IIW's existence?"

"Used to be," Lucy said looking slightly amused at Alice's discomfort. "The IIW has a new number one focus lately. Liners."

"What made Haiku so sure that me and all the cadets were Liners?"

"Behavioral profiles. Liners tend to be hyper sexual. In some cases extreme."

"Sounds familiar," Alice said with a humorless laugh.

"I've heard rumors that the IIW has found a way to confirm if a person is a Liner or not. Your little scenario proves that. It took some hard illegal hacking on my part but I found the results of Haiku's test." Lucy gave Alice a level look. "You were off the charts, Alice."

"See," Alice said. "Now do you believe me?"

"I believe that you are a Liner but not a mirror hopping Tachyon."

"Whatever," Alice said. "Were the others Liners like me?"

"Only Georgia Kang tested positive."

"How did Haiku test us?" Alice asked.

"By putting you in a worm drive chamber and then introducing sexual stimuli."

"So THAT is what the porn movie was all about," Alice said.

"The pornographic movie that Haiku picked for all of you to see was most perplexing," Lucy said.

They were suddenly standing in Alice's living room. On the sofa, the gangbang orgy from the movie played out. Movie Alice lay on her back on the sofa as Kahakaloha moved in and out of her fast and furious. The other men were gathered around watching the action and stroking themselves. Movie Alice's chest heaved, her face in serious focused, her eyes locked on Kahakaloha. A familiar warmth emanating from between real Alice's legs quickly spreading throughout the rest of her body via her spinal cord. 

The scene froze and Lucy said, "A very reliable facial profile program confirmed that that the man fucking you right now is THE Captain Kahakaloha. She is never wrong—"

"The program is a she?" Alice asked, curious.

"Artificial intelligence or AI are people so get used to it," Lucy said clearly irritated. 

"Sorry," Alice said.

"As I was saying," Lucy continued, "faces are like finger prints, no two are alike. If my friend tells me that the man in the film is Kahakaloha, I believe her no matter HOW improbable."

"Told you," Alice said softly.

"This lends some truth to your story," Lucy said. She gave Alice a long serious look before speaking again. "If you can do as you claim, human understanding of wormhole science is lacking and—"

"Sorry to sound stupid," Alice jumped in, "but what is this wormhole stuff?"

"Do you know Eisenhower Heinz?" Lucy asked.

"Everybody knows him," Alice said. "He's up there with Eisenstein and Steven Hawking... in my time anyway."

Lucy nodded. "Eisenhower Heinz discovered the first bantam wormhole not far from our sun. Not long after that, technology was created to travel from one so called bantam wormhole to another. Heinz calculated that the bantam wormhole near our sun was relatively new, perhaps less then a hundred years old. The age of the young wormhole parallels human Liner activity."

"People started jumping through time because of the wormhole?" Alice asked.

"Theory has it, yes," Lucy said.

"Are the people in charge worried that Liners will somehow fuck with history or something?" Alice asked.

"That is unlikely. The math says that Liners can only travel to the future and in useless little jumps at that."

"What about the Tachyons? The ones that travel in the past... you know like me?"

"I personally don't think Tachyons exist."

"I'm right here fresh from 1983," Alice said defiantly.

Lucy gave her that serious look again. "You certainly are an odd little mystery and unfortunately for you the IIW thinks the same."

"They gonna arrest me or something?" Alice asked not appreciating the new worry.

"They have no cause to. Individual rights are strictly upheld in the major Cluster and your connection to the Navy as an honorary cadet is quite tentative. You are just a civilian and they dare not touch you."

"What's this cluster stuff?" Alice asked having heard the word used several times.

"The Cluster of habitable planets connected by wormholes."

"We sure have come a long way from Sputnik," Alice said. ""In my time, they cut NASA's budget and grounded the space shuttle." 

"The private sector came to the rescue of space travel," Lucy said.

As interesting as the triumphs of human space travel was, Alice's mind was fixed on Lieutenant Haiku from the IIW. "When Haiku comes back she'll be gunning for me," Alice said morosely. 

"I'll let you in on a secret that very few people know," Lucy said. "Perhaps you can use it to your advantage in a pinch. Lieutenant Haiku is a Liner too."

"Really?" Alice asked, surprised. "Then why is she persecuting Liners like me and Kang?"

"No one is persecuting Liners... yet anyway." Lucy said. "My theory is that Haiku is using her unique position to find out all that she can about what she is." 

It all came crushing down on Alice like a wet bag of sand. In her last mirror she had the knowledge and wits to survive on her own. She even enjoyed herself half the time. Here, in this gleaming future she felt helpless... totally lost. "I don't belong here," Alice said.

"That you don't," Lucy confirmed but her tone was gentle and sympathetic.

The movie got rolling again and for a few seconds, they watched Harry Hoopii, AKA Captain Kahakaloha, fuck movie Alice. 

"Wanna some interesting dirt on Lieutenant Haiku?" Lucy asked cheerfully.

"Sure, why not," Alice said hollowly.

Part Six-Secret Haiku

The scene switched from the living room gangbang to a beach. Alice swooned from the sudden change of perspective and she spun her arms to keep from falling. "Give a girl a warning next time!"

"Sorry," Lucy said as she helped steady Alice. "As I told you, Lieutenant Haiku is a Liner and all Liners are hyper sexual. In her younger days, Haiku did a serious of films based on a story written around the time you claim to be from. That would be about 2011 or so. The story was called Naked Portraits. Maybe you heard about it? It first appeared on an online erotic story sight call Literotica."

"Don't know the story but I know about Literotica," Alice said. "I followed a couple of fantasy stories that I liked on the site."

"The Naked Portrait series was about a woman named Gwen Yoshimura and she was a Liner," Lucy said.

"Is that why Haiku got involved, because the story was about a Liner?"

"Could be but I can't prove that. Since joining the Navy and then the IIW, Haiku has done an excellent job of purging all evidence of her short pornographic career. What I'm about to show you was not easy to come by." Alice heard voices behind her, a ways up the beach a volley ball game raged. "This way," Lucy said headed in the direction of the game. 

On the way, Alice bent down to feel the sand and awed at the sensual warmth. "This feels so real," she said aloud. She dropped to her knees then sat on her butt to yank her sneakers off. She plunged both bare feet into the sand and wiggled her toes. She let out an involuntary silly giggle. 

Lucy laughed. "Full brain tube feel-around is new to you I see."

Alice nodded. She tipped her head up and closed her eyes enjoying the feel of the warm sun on her face. 

"We are pressed for time," Lucy said politely.

"Sorry," Alice said. She stood up, slapped her hands together, dusted off her ass, picked up her sneakers and followed Lucy. In the shade of a clump of coconut palm trees Alice and Lucy watched four people play volleyball. It was guys against girls. One of the girls was Lieutenant Mavis Haiku in a dark blue bikini. She looked much younger between eighteen to twenty, fit radiant and beautiful. Oddly, her hair was long and blond down to her shoulders. 

A cute, petite, dark skinned Asian girl with shoulder length black hair, wearing a yellow bikini. stepped up to Alice and Lucy. To Alice's surprise, the girl spoke directly to her. 

"My name is Neffie, I am your narrator," the girl in the yellow bikini said. She gave Alice a sweet smile. "You are looking at Clara Kane." She pronounced the 'a' and the 'e' as short vowels in the way of the Hawaiian language. 

"Our sweet Mavis Haiku," Lucy added.

"She plays the part of Alison Reese," Neffie said.




Ask Alice Ch. 04



"Who is the other girl with Haiku?" Alice asked pointing at a pale, slim, long haired Asian girl in a black bikini playing along side Haiku.

"That is Mandy Almond playing the part of Gwen Yoshimura, an artist at Honolulu University."

Alice said. "Mandy Almond is a porn stare from my time. In my travels she was my friend Joy once."

"I don't understand," Neffie said politely.

"Never mind, Neffie, go on with the narration," Lucy said. 

Neffie smiled and continued. "The hunky blond on the other side of the net is Hawking Heinz, Anthropologist extraordinaire played by—"

"Kurt Tannhausen," Alice finished for her. Kurt and I made love in the 1983 Las Vegas mirror. Well... it was more of a spontaneous gangbang to help me get a part in a movie that was never made. Wait, he and I did it in the mirror before that too I think."

Both Neffie and Lucy looked at Alice with matching bewildered expressions.

"Sorry," Alice said. 

Neffie continued. "The cute guy with the beard is Matt Anderson, the brooding young writer played by Bat Laz. The Movie is directed by Jade Tama, written by Landon Freak. based on the the erotic novel 'I Am the Night.'The novel was based on a collection of stories titled 'Naked Portraits' penned by an unknown writer of on an on line free erotic story site called Literotica from 2011 to— "

"You can skip all that," Lucy said. "Just fill her in on the story to this point."

Neffie pointed at the pale Asian girl played by this world's version of Mandy Almond, the girl's long dark hair was wild and tangled, she wore a modest black bikini that flattered her slim, curvy figure. "Gwen is the main character, the story revolves around her and is seen from her point of view. She is a Liner, more specifically a Tachyon. Do you need more information on Tachyons and Liners?"

"Liners travel forward in time and Tachyons are Liners that travel backwards in time," Alice said. 

"Yes," Neffie said. "In the movie, Tachyons like Gwen are hyper sexual. Like in the Naked Portrait stories, the Movie tells the story of Gwen's discovery of what she is. The three people she is playing volleyball with are her key lovers. Alison, Hawk and Matt. They are all theorized Grounders.

"And what is a grounder?" Alice asked.

"I'll field that," Lucy said."Grounders are a sub category of Liners. In theory, Grounders don't travel in time but somehow energized true Liners and Tachyons like Gwen. According to the story, none of these people know what they are at this point and that includes Gwen." 

Alice watched the four people play volleyball for a little while. The acting was convincing for the group appeared to be close friends. She also noticed how often Gwen and the Alyson character played by Haiku kept bumped and rubbed against each other.

"There you go again," Lucy said. "Those two are turning you on."

"I'm a Liner," Alice said irritably. "A cup of Greek yogurt would turn me on. And I'm not interested in girls," she added with conviction.

Neffie said, "Today is significant. Answering to a growing sexual tension between them, Gwen and Alyson make love for the first time."

Lucy gave Alice a sly smile. Alice ignored her and stepped out from the shade of the palm trees and into the sun sand of the game. No one took notice of her. She walked up to Haiku just as the woman leaped into the air to fire off a serve. 

"Slow motion," Lucy said. 

Young Haiku's movements slowed to a crawl. Alice beheld the way Haiku's leg and arm muscles tightened and bunched, the way her full breasts bounced and swung in the dark blue bikini. Her long blond hair created a silky wild fan of color around her head. 

"Why the blond hair?" Alice asked.

"The character she plays is Korean-German," Neffie said. Acording to the written story, Alyson had Asian features with light blond hair even below."

As Haiky floated slowly before her, Alice reached out to touch her flying blond hair but was startled when her hand became translucent and passed right through Haiku.

"Sorry, this program is not set for physical interaction with people," Neffie informed her politely.

"Take us to the next scene, Neffie," Lucy said.

"It's best you close your eyes," Neffie said to Alice. "A sudden shift in scene can be a bit disorientating and may cause nausea with some.

"Thanks for the warning, Neffie," Alice said giving Lucy the stink eye. She close her eyes and immediately the ground under bare feet took on a different texture. She opened her eyes and found herself standing in wet grass on a small hill. There was a brief moment of dizziness but she recovered quickly. The grassy hill sloped down to the back of a large pleasant looking single level house with a sparkling swimming pool. Behind her, at the top of the slope was a smaller house on wood stilt supports. A flight of wooden stairs led to the small house's bright yellow door.

Below, a woman in a black skirt and white top followed a path made of round cement slabs. It was Gwen Yoshimura, the main character from the volleyball game.

"Is she Japanese like me?" Alice asked. 

"Are you asking about the character or the actress?" Neffie asked. Neffie was now dressed in jeans, a nice yellow blouse and stylish pink flip flops. 

"The character," Alice said.

"Yes, the real Gwen Yoshimura was Japanese. She was born in Honolulu on the Island of Oahu when the Hawaiian Islands were still the 50th state of the of United States of America before gaining sovereignty to became the independent Kingdom of Hawaii. That was around 2082. 

Alice nodded absently as she admired the actress' pretty Japanese face and long black hair that brushed her shoulders. She had a slim figure with small breasts, narrow waist, curvy ass and nice legs, it was a dancer's body. Alice wondered what the real Gwen Yoshimura looked like. 

Neffie worked her way down the grassy slope. At a half run, Alice followed her down still holding her sneakers in her hand. Lucy trotted along side her. The feel of damp grass on the soles of her feet felt amazingly real. They reached the bottom just as Gwen stepped through a door of a hothouse. They followed Gwen in. The space was filled with rows of domestic plants, most of them orchids. With her audience in tow, Gwen headed down the center of the structure toward a door at the far end. Halfway to the door, water misted started hissing from plastic pipes overhead. Gwen yelped and picked up the pace. Alice, Neffie and Lucy let out laughs as they all rushed to the back door too. By the time they reached the exit all four women were soaked to the skin. 

Alice felt her nipples stiffened from the cool dousing. "How come I can feel all this but not the people?" Alice asked.

"Basic stimuli is easily created by the neuro-net program using your experiences," Neffie said. "Human contact and interaction are far more complex and needs much more power and memory to pull off." As Neffie spoke, Alice couldn't help but stare at the slim girl's small breasts with tiny dark nipples gratuitous visible beneath the wet cloth of her top. 

"Rethinking your interest in girls I see," Lucy said with a that sly grin again. Lucy ran her hands through her long wet hair splashing water everywhere. Clearly, she was trusting her chest out at Alice to display her hard, taught nipples poking at the fabric of her so called skin-suit. 

"Where is Haiku?" Alice asked pulling her eyes away from Lucy's diamond hard nipples. She saw Haiku standing unmoving in a patch of banana trees. She wore cutoffs smudged with muddy hand prints and the same dark blue bikini top from the volleyball game. Gwen headed in Haiku's direction, Alice fell in step with her. As they approached, Haiku remained motionless staring into space. 

"Why is she so still?" Alice asked. "Is this some kind of glitch? Maybe someone should slap the neuro-net thing?"

"That would be your head," Lucy said with a laugh.

Stupidly, Alice slapped the side of her head. 

Haiku held out a hand and barked, "Stop! Not another step!"

Gwen froze but Alice kept advancing. Too late, Alice saw that she had blundered into a spider's web spun between two banana trees. Occupying the web was a black and yellow spider near the size of a human hand inches from her nose. Fortunately, the spider wasn't real, and neither was Alice for that matter so the web went undisturbed, but that didn't stop Alice from doing the age old freaked out by a spider dance. 

"That explains what she was staring at," Lucy said barely holding in laughter as Alice spazzed out. 

Alice let loose a final shiver then watched Haiku and Gwen standing on opposite sides of the web looking at the spider at the center. 

"Is it poisonous?" Gwen asked.

"All spiders are poisonous," Haiku said casually. 

Haiku puckered and leaned in toward the web. 

Alice scrunched her face with disgust and then horror. "Oh my God!" She's gonna kiss it!" But all Haiku did was blow a small puff of air. The spider scurried to the edge of its web, leaped around a banana leaf and was gone from sight.

Neffie said. "In time, that spider will come to symbolize Gwen's discovery that she is a Liner slash Tachyon. Gwen's self discovery coincides with the beginning of the Church of Clara. Some people theorize that the symbol for the church, a spread hand in a circle, was also inspired by the same spider but that is still under debate.

"I have no idea what you are talking about," Alice said. 

"The Church of Clara is—" Neffie started but was cut off by Lucy. 

"No time for that. Take us to a the sex scene hours before this moment," Lucy said. "and you can go, Neffie, I'll take it from here, thank you for your help." 

Neffie nodded, "Thank you, Lucy for your patronage. Please call on Vitruvian again for your future entertainment needs." Neffie gave a cute smile, waved then blinked out.

Another blink later, Alice found herself standing in the hothouse again.

"Warning please!" Alice groused as she fought for balance. 

A few feet away, at the center of the space, stood Haiku in her bikini top and dirty cutoffs tilting a watering can to soak a plant. The overhead sprinklers went off again but this time, the water had no effect on Alice or Lucy. 

"I turned off the environmental stimuli," Lucy said. "Sorry, I need to speed this up"

Haiku glistened from the water misting and her long blond hair hung in limp curly wet clumps.

"Wow," Alice whispered, "She's beautiful. What's her character's name again?"

"Alyson Reese," Lucy said. "You don't have to whisper, our presents won't disturb the scene. The real Alyson was a geneticist and instructor at Honolulu University from 2009 to 2014."

"Alyson Reese was a real person?" Alice asked watching young slick and sexy Haiku watering plants. 

"Yes," Lucy nodded. "Her name is on the first scientific papers written about Liners in fact." 

The door that Alice had used to enter the hothouse earlier opened and one of the men from the volleyball game entered. It was the slim, young guy with the beard wearing a black t-shirt and colorful board shorts. He slipped in a few feet and silently watch Haiku too.

"What's his name again?" Alice asked.

"Matthew Anderson. In time, he writes the novel 'I Am the Night' that this series of movies are based on."

"You said that Haiku had destroyed all evidence of her porn career," Alice said. "How did you find this clip?"

Lucy smiled. "I found it when I broke into the private files of Captain Kahakaloha. Hacking into a secured military file is not an easy thing and the last thing I expected to find was this."

The blond guy from the volleyball game played by Kurt from this and other existences entered the hothouse next. He was shirtless and wore baggy gray swim trunks. "You guys done in here?" he asked Haiku and the other guy.

"What's his history?" Alice asked liking actor's handsome face and perfectly cut, sun bronzed body. Her blood warmed as she recalled her brief roll with Kurt in 1983." 

"I'm assuming you mean the real Hawking Detrick Heinz," Lucy said. "He was a professor of anthropology at Honolulu University from 2006 to 2024. He is the grandson of Professor Eisenhower Heinz the man who discovered bantam wormholes early in the twenty first century.

"Really? He's the grandson of Eisenhower Heinz?" Alice asked surprised.

"Yes really," Lucy said. "Maybe he knows what Gwen is?"

"That doesn't appear to be as the story goes," Lucy said. 

"Excuse me," Haiku said pushing passed Matt with her water can held high, her bikini covered boobs brushing against his chest. She did the same to Hawk near the door. The men (and Alice) watched Haiku's shapely ass as she walked out of the hothouse. 

Lucy pushed passed Alice and their shoulders rubbed. Puzzled, Alice said, "I can feel you. I thought that this was a no human contact thing?"

"You and I are the real thing," Lucy said stepping out of the hothouse. Alice followed. Her eyes dropped to Lucy's butt as she walked ahead. In her skin tight blue outfit, Lucy's ass was as spectacular as Haiku's in her cutoffs. Lucy stopped short and Alice ran into her. Lucy turned to face her and briefly, the tips of the woman's boobs brushed Alice's own chest. Alice stepped back quickly.

"Are you and I making physical contact in the hotel room?" Alice asked. 

Lucy giggled and said, "You don't have to keep carrying your shoes." She took the sneakers from Alice's hand and callously chucked them into a nearby hibiscus bush.

Lucy led them to the lower house via slabs of path stones sunk into the grassy ground. They entered the screened in pool deck just as Haiku shucked her bikini top exposing her full, dark, tan lined breasts. Haiku walked to the pools edge and dove in. She surfaced seconds later holding her cutoffs in one hand and tossed it on the pool deck. "Get naked and get in," Haiku ordered the men. They swiftly obeyed. Alice watched them peel. Both sported serious erections. 

"Bet the real guys weren't that well hung," Alice said.

"Actually they were," Lucy said. "Their endowments were well documented in the Naked Portraits series." 

Once naked, both men did simultaneous cannonballs into the pool and Haiku squealed at their violent entry. She squealed again as Hawk sent her naked body flying into the air with a powerful shove form under water. Alice caught a brief glimpse of a blond triangle of hair between Haiku's legs as she came crashing back down with a huge splash. She resurfaced near Matt in a gale of laughter. It was hard to believe that this laughing young woman would become the manipulative IIW spy. Naked and spry, she swam a circle around floating Matt. She closed in for a hug and then a kiss. Close by, Hawk pulled himself out of the water. His erection twitched as he sat on the edge of the pool watching the Haiku and Matt kiss.

"According to the stories, Hawk was a bit of a voyeur," Lucy said. 

Haiku ended the kiss with Matt and dropped below the surface.

"Jump in to watch if you like," Lucy said. "You can stay under indefinitely."

"Will I feel the water?" Alice asked as she walked to the edge of the pool at the deep end. 

"I can reinstate the feel around f you like," Lucy said. 

"I like," Alice said and dove in. The sudden shock of the cool water took her by surprise. Even though she didn't have to, she held her breath as she propelled herself in Haiku's direction. Hovering underwater, she watched Haiku encircle Matt's erection with both her hands and then take him into her mouth briefly then leaned in with her magnificent tits and squeezed the guy's erection between them. She ticled the tip with her tongue then floated up the surface for air. Alice followed. 

"Don't hold back let it happen," Haiku told Matt then dropped below the water again. 

Alice followed her down and watched her work him with mouth, hands and breasts. Haiku rose up for air one more time, kissed him and dropped back down again. Anticipating the coming climax, Hawk dropped down under water too. Hawk watched enthralled as Haiku pumped Matt's erection. Alice floated across from him, her eyes going from Haiku working Matt's dick to Hawk's enraptured face stroking his pale substantial erection the whole time. Alice's mind flashed back to her own bizarre underwater adventure in back in 1983. Abruptly, Matt erupted a milky stringy cloud that floated before Haiku's face. 

Hawk waded in closer and waved at the floating globs pushing then into Haiku's beautiful Hawaiian face as her blond hair floated around her head like delicate, silky seaweed.

Alice's found herself flushed with excitement. She surfaced and asked Lucy, "Do I get to see her fuck one of these guys?"

"We might just have enough time for the next scene " Lucy said.

Without warning, she found herself shivering in the interior of the big house. She could see the pool deck through sliding glass doors. She was clearly getting used to these sudden jumps for this time she had a minor tiny swoon the she recovered from immediately. Lucy handed her a big pink fluffy towel with purple hibiscuses on it. Alice dried herself as she looked around the timeless local Hawaii living room with a distinct Japanese flare. Over a big attractive but worn looking sofa was a strange painting of an Asian woman in the nude standing dead center facing out. Behind the figure, in a surreal arc were reflected images showing the figure's backside from five different angles. The backgrounds were strangely segmented, each with a different look.

Alice frowned for the painting look weirdly familiar. "Is that the Gwen Yoshimura woman?" 

"Yes, the real Gwen painted it all those years ago," Lucy said. "I managed to track the painting down. It is hanging in the home of the reverend mother of the church of Clara back on earth."

Goose flesh or chicken skin as locals from Hawaii in her time called it, erupted allover her body. "I've seen this painting before," Alice whispered, "I saw it at an art opening that my boyfriend Nelson took me to. It was at a trendy coffee shop near Honolulu University. I met the artist, she was very nice but a little weird." Alice's eyes grew wide. "Holy fuck that must have been the real Gwen! Haiku was there! Not Haiku but the character she plays what's her name!"

Alyson Reese?" Lucy said as both her eyebrows arched in surprise.

"Yeah! She was tall blond and Asian. I thought it was a dye job. There was a good looking blond guy there that a couldn't take my eyes off. I remember because Nelson and I fought about it all the way home that night."

"That had to be Hawking Detrick," Lucy said with fresh excitement in her voice.

"There was a guy with a beard! That was Matt! He was funny and smart! Nelson hated him too!"

"Matthew Anderson wrote the book 'I Am the Night,' that was inspired by this very painting," Lucy said. 

Alice stared at the painting, stunned at finding such a strange connection to her old life. 

"Time is short," Lucy told her.

Sounds of passion drifted their why from down a hall off the living room. 

Alice and Lucy wandered down the hall to investigate and in a sun lit room with a large bed they found Haiku riding Hawk, her full breasts bouncing with each roll of her hips. Matt knelt on the bed close by stroking a fresh shiny erection. "Feel my tits both of you!" Haiku near yelled. Two sets of hands drifted over her tan lined pair. "I want you on top," Haiku demanded. The lovers speedily rearranged and Hawk entered her in the way of the missionary and his hips moved like pistons sending jiggly ripples across Haiku's full chest.

"When you're ready, pull it out, I wanna see you come," Haiku demanded around gasps and intakes of air. Seconds later, Hawk pulled out of her gripping his erection and in copious porn movie fashion, he ejaculated across her abdomen and tits.

"More!" she demanded.




Ask Alice Ch. 05



Part Nine-Planet Side: New Nippon

"Someone is at the door," came a sudden voice startling Alice from her depressing thoughts, it was Britt her adopted suicide phone communicating via the chip planted on her head. 

"Is Lucy back?" Alice asked. Now that she knew Lucy wasn't human it scared her being alone with the robot or AI as Lucy preferred to be called. It didn't help that her model, the Dorian Class-X, was deactivated for murdering their owners.

"Say peek and you will know exactly who it is," Britt said.

"Peek," Lucy said. The hotel door went totally transparent. On the other side stood Georgia Kang. From the way Georgia was behaving, the transparency was on Alice's side only. Alice looked for a door nob but didn't see one.

"Open," Alice said to the door.

"Your companion phone is needed to activate the door protocol," a voice said coming from a speaker over the door."

"Since Pansy is out of the job, that would be me," said Britt in her left ear.

"I hate that you can talk to me in this way," Alice complained as she put a finger in her ear and shook it a bit. She didn't like the idea of something implanted in her body, let alone in her head.

"The chip was implanted in your head at age eleven months like all human babies," Britt said.

"Putting a computer chip in a baby's head seems a little dark to me," Alice mumbled.

"The device is half the size of a grain of rice, hardly the monstrous electronic instrumentation you are clearly imagining. Lucy wasn't kidding, you really are deranged."

"I'm not deranged!"

"Should I let your pretty little friend in?"

"Yes," Alice said crisply.

The door went opaque then slid open and Georgia stepped into the room.

"I got us a free ride up and down planet side," Georgia said. "AND a table to the new Kobe Zero Teppanyaki restaurant. Impossible to get into but my obscenely well connected big brother got us the reservations."

Alice needed to put some distance between herself and the space station and she was about to turn Georgia down when Britt said in her ear, "A free ride down solves one of your problems."

"Um ... sounds great," Alice said changing gears.

"Dress for a night out," Georgia said. "After dinner I wanna do the New Fuji club scene." 

Georgia looked cute and sexy in a red miniskirt and clinging white, sleeveless top, her boyish short hair stylish and neat. Subtle lights flashed in her black hair like tiny blue stars. Aside from the flashing lights. Georgia would pass for Filipino and would have looked totally normal for a night out in Alice's time of 2014. 

"Okay," Alice said. She looked around the nearly bare room unsure where to find her stuff. 

Georgia quickly caught her confusion. "Is this your first time in a five star hideaway hotel?" She asked with a hint of disbelief.

Alice shrugged and hoped her ignorance didn't appear too suspicious. 

"Just say Alice's closet," Georgia said.

"Alice's closet."

The Waikiki scene outside the window faded away and the lines of a door appeared along with a the outline of a chest of drawers. Alice touched the closet door and stepped back with a start as it slid open. The dresser drawers slid out when she touch them next. Alice dug through the drawers and hastily pulled out some light gray tights, black panties and a matching bra. From the hanging clothes, she selected a black skirt and a clinging black top. On the closet floor she spied a pair of calf high black boots and grabbed them too. Black seemed to be the predominant color for the Alice of this world. It made her wonder if the chick was some kind of futuristic goth. In the top drawer she found a bag of makeup. 

Alice looked for the bathroom door but didn't see one. She wasn't shy about dressing in front of Georgia, but according to Lucy, Georgia was a Liner and Alice had no idea what the chick was into. The last thing she wanted was to appear provocative. Mostly, she wasn't into girls and didn't want to put herself in a situation at having to fend off unwanted advances. 

You were willing to let the real Pansy Dale kiss you back in 1983, the part of her head in charge of inappropriate thoughts chimed in. That part of her had a name now... Liner. 

"Shut up Liner," Alice mumbled.

"What?" Georgia asked.

"Um ... talking to my FTL companion," Alice lied.

"My won't shut up either," Georgia said. "Someday I'm gonna turn the bitch off and never turn her back on again." Georgia rolled her eyes. "Sorry Nadia ... I'm just venting don't be so sensitive." 

As Georgia soothed her FTL companion, Alice spun in a small circle with her outfit and bag of makeup clutched to her chest.

"For the Goddess sake you back water planet yokel!" Britt said in her ear. "Just say bath!"

"Bath," Alice said a bit miffed at her adopted phone's tone. 

An opening appeared at the back end of the room and Alice headed toward it. The moment the door closed behind her she pulled out her phone and yelled at it, "You don't have to be such an asshole!" 

"And you don't have to be such a ditz," he said back, " ... or maybe you do?"

"Fuck you!" Alice said and slammed the phone on the sink.

"Ouch, my back!" Britt said in pain.

"Sorry!" Alice said quickly picked up the phone to sooth it.

"Just fucking with you. Don't feel a thing. In case you haven't notice, I ain't got a back."

Alice sighed, put the phone down but a bit gentler this time. She stripped off her t-shirt, jeans and underwear then put on the black bra and panties. What she thought were gray tights, turned out to be a full body leotard thing. She didn't feel like going back out to select something else so she pulled the leotard over the panties and bra. The bra proved too bulky under the leotard so she took it off. With her A-cup chest, a bra hardly mattered anyway. The panties weren't working either so she pulled off the leotard, shucked the panties then donned the leotard with no underwear at all. She put the black skirt on, sat on the toilet and put on the boots. She looked in the mirror to assess her outfit. 

"Refuge from the past goes commando!" Britt said. 

"Shut up ... wait, how do you know I got no underwear?"

"I have access to the mirror."

"What do you mean?" Alice asked as she pushed at her hair then fished around in the bag of makeup.

"The mirror is a holo program and I can look out from it to see you."

"Fucking pervert," Alice mumbled. 

"Me? The pervert? Lucy told me you fucked a dozen guys in a swimming pool then you let each one jack off all over you."

Alice made a grunting noise, looked in the mirror again and went back to pushing at her hair. Her image flickered, and disappeared, replaced by a handsome dark skinned young man with a crooked smile wearing too much purple. 

"Britt," she said flatly.

The young man's smile broadened. "The one and only. Pansy, your companion phone is trying to get through. Do you want to speak to her?"

"No," Alice said. "She's staying behind."

"Companion phones are kind of squirrelly, she's going to freak out."

"Sorry, nothing I can do about that." Alice said feeling bad. It felt so weird feeling sorry about a phone apps feelings. "Can I have the mirror back?" Her image reappeared and she poured out the contents of the makeup bag on the counter. She poked around at the stuff. Nothing seemed overly exotic. For the next five minutes she worked on her face. When done, She looked at herself and sighed in frustration. Most everyone she met had a lot more eye makeup, even the guys. She wanted to blend in but she didn't want to look like a circus clown either. 

"You look clueless," Britt said.

"I am clueless," Alice said. She wanted to sweep all the makeup into a trashcan and be done with it.

"Try this," Britt said.

A 3-D holo image of what the Alice Mihara of this world looked like in full make up appeared right along side her real face. "That's a lot of fucking eye makeup," Alice said as pushed passed her drummed in conservative makeup sensibilities and got to work copying the look. A few more minutes later she was done. 

"You look marvelous," Britt told her. 

"I look like a fucking vampire in all this black." Just as she was about to step out to join Georgia, she stopped and looked at her reflection closer. "I'm is black," she said totally confused. The leotard had been a light gray when she put it on. She lifted the skirt to look at the lower part of the leotard and it was black too. "Are you fucking with the mirror, Britt?"

"Get real, girl, " Britt's said as his image faded in next to her again. "You are wearing the latest in mood suits. This is a good one though, and clearly much more advanced then those clunky old ones from two years ago. The old ones took forever to change colors. This suit seems to have a quicker response mode. It must be on auto and adapting to colors around it. It should be tuned in to your voice commands. Tell it a color."

"Um ... red," Alice said. Her tights quickly faded from black to a bright cadmium red. "Amazing," Alice said rubbing at her shoulder to feel the silky texture of the cloth.

"These suits are very expensive," Britt said. "You must be well off or have a sugar daddy in your back pocket."

"I have no idea," Alice said knowing nothing about the Alice Mihara of this world whose life she had popped into just hours ago. It was too late to change into something less ... science fiction. Hoping the mood-suit would go unnoticed, she gave herself one last look in the mirror then went out to meet Georgia.

"Wow, is that one of those new mood suits?" Georgia asked immediately.

"Fuck," Alice whispered. Her top half and legs were now a rich aquamarine blue, the same as the ocean outside the fake holo windows. "Yeah," Alice said as she checked out her own arms.

"Those cost a shit load I hear," Georgia said. "You must have a hell of job or your parents are rich."

"I'm betting it's a sugar daddy with a big bank account," Britt said in her ear.

"Can we talk about something else?" Alice asked doing her best not to come across as rude but she didn't want to talk about herself, or more specifically, the Alice of THIS world since she knew nothing about the chick. 

"Sorry, I know what it's like to be from a rich famous family," Georgia said. "No family talk here on out. Promise."

"I'll change into something less ... exotic," Alice said.

"No, it's real cool. I like it." 

In the elevator going up they entertained themselves watching Alice's tights take on some of the aspects of the elevator's interior: shiny mirror chrome, the brass control panel even the color of the overhead lights. 

"Can I call some colors?" Georgia asked. 

"Guess so," Alice said.

"Orange," Georgia said but nothing happened.

"Tell it to accept outside commands," Britt said.

"Accept outside commands," Alice said.

"Orange," Georgia repeated. Alice's top half and legs turned a beautiful sunset orange. "Cool," Georgia said. "Mauve ... black ... ecru ... hay ... amethyst ... nova yellow." The suit did everyone of the colors she asked. "My hair ... with the blinking lights!"

When the mood suit took on the color and texture of Georgia's black hair and sparkling lights, both women squealed with delight.

"Nude!" Georgia barked.

Hey!" Alice yelled as she stood in the elevator virtually topless in a black skirt and boots.

"Your nipples look so ... real," Georgia said. 

Alice looked at her nipples, they were rock hard and bumpy, which was exactly how they felt under the mood suit. Alice glance at her left shoulder, the tiny black mole was exactly where it should be, apparently, the suit could imitate her real skin.

"Wow," Georgia whispered. "I read on the net that these new mood suits are made with Navy special ops camouflage circuitry. The Navy is threatening to sue the inventor or have him arrested for stilling military property." Georgia brushed the palm of her right hand across Alice's simulated bare chest. "Is it imitating your skin?"

"Yes," Alice said a bit shocked at the girl's brazenness.

"No tattoos I see," Georgia asked casually. 

The elevator bell dinged at the hotel lobby and the door slid open. 

"Black," Alice said quickly and she was all in black again. 

The women stepped out into the busy lobby. Georgia acted like nothing had happened. Maybe people in the future were less uptight about physical contact Alice reasoned. Then she thought ... no fucking way, the chick was feeling me up! The women left the hotel lobby and stepped into the bustle of a busy sidewalk. It amazed Alice that most of the pedestrian traffic were robots and machines.

"I need to get some cash. Is there ... um ... an ATM near by?" Alice asked hesitantly, sure that ATM's were a thing of the past and she was just making herself look weird and stupid.

"There's one," Georgia said. "Better run it down before it gets away." 

"What?" Alice asked as she chased after Georgia who went hoofing down the lane after a squat boxy looking green and silver machine zooming along on wheels at a good clip.

"Holding unit stop!" Georgia yelled.

The machine she chased came to a slow stop. "I am off duty," came a voice from the boxy thing. It sounded a little put off. "If I am delayed, I may not find a charging stall nearby."

"Sorry," Alice said, feeling guilty.

"Who cares?" Georgia said. "You have a green money tag. My friend needs cash."

The machine's lights blinked off and on for a couple of seconds. Alice couldn't help feeling the thing was giving her the stink eye.

"Well?" Georgia said to Alice sounding a bit exasperated.

"I don't have my ATM card," Alice said lamely.

"Are you from one of those religious groups that deplore technology?" Georgia asked befuddled.

Alice had no idea what to do as she stared lamely at the robot's blinking lights.

"By the Goddess, you really are a from the past!" Britt said in her ear. "Pull me out silly girl!" Alice pulled out her suicide FTL phone. Britt's face filled the screen. "Hold me out facing the little fellow." She held Britt out. Almost instantly, the ATM robot spat out a stack of bills with the number 100 on each. Britt said in her ear, "This AI is a holding unit by profession. A holding unit is like a locker you might find in a bus or train station in your day. This particular unit is moonlighting as an ATM to make a little side cash."

"Why would a robot need money?" Alice mumbled.

"We all got to live," Britt said. "I took out a large sum just in case they lock your accounts. Don't worry, I'll see that no one can trace the transaction to this holding unit."

"Um ... thanks," Alice said to Britt. The holding unit zoomed away without a word. 

"That's a lot of cash," Georgia said. "You serious about parting tonight I guess. Come on if we wanna make it down planet for dinner."

The chose zero gravity for the ride down in Space Elevator. This time, the elevator was filled with Navy personnel. Most of them didn't bother using the harness seats and floated around bumping off the walls and each other. Georgia and Alice keep themselves harnessed in their seats to stay out of the way.

Georgia said, "We're gonna be one of them soon."

Alice nodded absently only half listening. Her eyes were glued to a blue robot sitting in a harness seat almost across from them. The AI looked a lot like Marco from the guard station. She could see the gold INI on its chest. She now knew INI stood for Imperial Navy Intelligence. Was this robot Marco from the navy docks or were their hundreds of robots that looked just like him? The robot appeared to be looking at her with its unblinking eyes and it gave her the willies. 

"Look! Its Captain Kahakaloha!" Georgia whispered.

Alice took her eyes away from the blue robot to spy the handsome captain floating among a gaggle of other men and women in gold skin-suits just like his. The color gold was clearly reserved reserved for command officers.

"Guess the Miami was called back huh?" Georgia said.

"Guess so," Alice said. Lucy told her the INS Miami had been called back from her emergency rendezvous. Alice assumed it would take DAYS for the big starship's return yet. Shows what I knew about starships, she thought. She looked around for Lieutenant Haiku of the IIW. She thanked the lucky stars the woman wasn't riding down too.

Ten minutes later, the Space Elevator hit ground on New Nippon. Georgia and Alice remained seated to allow the Navy people to file out first, the blue INI robot left with the crowd. As she followed Georgia to elevator checkout, Alice kept looking over her shoulder for the blue AI but didn't see it. All those months on the run in 1983 had made her too paranoid. Then again, the human version of Marco back in 1983 had tracked her down, shoved her into the backseat of a limo and dragged her back to Las Vegas. What was the old saying? Just because you're paranoid DOSEN'T mean no one is out to get you. 

They passed through checkout and loaded onto a sleek silver rail train and zoomed to the planet's capital of New Edo. Captain Kahakaloha and Marco the robot were not in her car. Perhaps Navy officers and robots had special cars just to themselves. It was night and the city gleamed ahead. If she hadn't known she was on another planet far from earth, Alice would have sworn that she was headed toward a major city back home. 

"New Edo," she whispered. Edo was the original name of Tokyo she recalled, nicked named the floating city.

The train pulled into New Edo and Alice quickly found herself hustling down a street that could have been downtown to any modern city on Earth. Half the lit signs were in Japanese, the other half was split between English and other languages. Most the people around her were speaking Japanese or English. Then she wondered if there were more than humans and robots walking the streets of New Edo. 

"Britt," Alice said in a hushed tone. "Are their aliens from other worlds here?"

"We are just a few blocks from the Vulcan embassy," Britt said.

"Vulcans really? Wow!"

"Then we can go visit the Romulans next door and after that the guys with the many arms from Barsoom."

"You fucking with me?"

"Of course I'm," Britt said. "No intelligent life has been discovered on the thousands of planets in the whole of the Know Cluster. The closest has been a whale like creature on planet Pearl which appear to be as smart as earth dolphins. On planet Euro, there is an ape like creature that might beat a chimpanzee at checkers."

Georgia grabbed her arm and they stopped. "We be here!" Georgia said pointing across the street. In Japanese, English and Hindi was an electric sign that said, Kobe Zero Teppanyaki. "Shit in an airlock, Animal rights nuts are here," Georgia said.

A mob of people waving handmade signs marched in front of the restaurant. One sign read Kobe Z serves up mass murder, another read NO KILL written in a red circle with a slash across it.

"No ... no kill?" Alice whispered wondering what that meant.

Britt took her confusion as an invitation to explain. "No kill means that the meats used in a restaurant or sold at a market has been grown in a lab. No whole animal was ever created so in essence it was never alive. There have been rumors floating on the ether that Kobe Zero is using real shrimp in their dishes. No lab has yet created a satisfactory small shellfish without a brain, I am told." 

Alice eyed the marching angry people outside the restaurant. She thought of all her visits to fast food restaurants in her time and it made her feel like a criminal ... just another thing illustrating how she SO didn't belong here. "Hope none of these people find their way back to 2014," Alice mumbled.

"I like being your mental tour guide," Britt said. "Gives my life new meaning."

"Glad you're happy," Alice said feeling the opposite.

"Hold me out so I can find the secondary protest," Britt said. 




Ask Alice Ch. 05



A bit confused, Alice pulled out her phone and scanned the crowd across the street 

"There it is," Britt said. "right in the center of my view."

A holder ATM robot stood before a stretch of blank white wall. Then suddenly the letters A-I-L in red a foot tall were projected on the blank wall behind the robot.

"The AIL movement," Britt said. "They always piggy back their protest with human demonstrations. AIL stand for Artificial Intelligent Life."

"Just one robot seems kind of a lame protest," Alice said.

"The real show is happening on line," Britt said. "Billions are clicking as we speak clogging up the internet. The fellow across the street is the lone physical symbol."

Alice watched as two men in black and white uniforms approached the quietly protesting robot. The uniformed men were clearly the local police. One of the cops pointed a gadget at the robot and the projected letters behind it disappeared.

"They just killed him," Britt said.

"Looks like they just turned him off?" Alice said. 

"To an AI that is tantamount to death," Britt said. She could hear the outrage in his voice.

"Sorry," Alice whispered.

"It was expected. May I electronically donate a fifty yen of your money to the AIL cause? I have no money of my own."

"Sure," Alice whispered, "Make it a hundred."

Alice followed Georgia to the corner to wait for the light to change. As they waited, a van like vehicle pulled up to the two cops. The dead protesting robo was loaded up and zoomed away. There was something so casual yet sinister about the whole thing that made Alice shiver. 

They crossed the street and headed to the door of Kobe Zero.

A woman wielding a sign that read, 'Throw More DEATH on the Barbie!' yelled at Georgia and Alice, "Murderers!"

All this over shrimp ... wow.

Inside the restaurant things were calmer. The hostess led them to their table assuring them the shrimp on the menu was of a popular artificial kelp compound and that the protesters were misinformed. "Everything is one hundred present no kill," She said as she handed them menus and a little green pouch each. She gave them a clearly rehearsed legal spiel. "You are in a total zero gravity zone and the restaurant is not responsible for any illness created by the zero gravity field. No refunds for a negative response to the zero gravity will be given."

"In other words, we get no refunds for barfing," Georgia said to Alice. To the Hostess she said with pride, "We're honorary cadets training to be skin-fighter pilots."

"I will need DNA brackets for tonight's contract, the hostess said with a bland smile, clearly unimpressed that they were skin-fighters in training. She handing each of them a blueish glass square. Georgia took the square, pealed back some sort of covering, licked her thumb, pressed it on the piece of plastic, resealed it and handed it back to the hostess. Alice copied her.

"You have just signed a waver clearing the restaurant of any libel if you should die during diner," Britt said cheerfully. 

"Have a nice experience," the hostess said. She left but quickly returned and seated an oldish Asian couple at the same table with Georgia and Alice. After settling the new comers, the hostess took everyone's drink orders. Georgia and the old woman order wine, the old man ordered a beer called Bavarian 10, Alice ordered the same beer. A waiter appeared and all at the table agreed on the houses special, seared steak and with shrimp fried rice. They were assured again that the shrimp was made of kelp and not the real thing.

"Most the help appear human," Alice said in a low voice so only Britt could hear her.

"Kobe Z is a union house," Britt said. "Humans hold the good paying jobs. Some lesser jobs are still done by AIs, you'll see them later." 

"You guys gonna barf?" the man asked briskly the moment the waiter was out of earshot. 

"Skin-fighters in training," Georgia assured him. 

"Good," the woman said. "last people we shared a table with should not have been allowed in the full zero zone. I coach a semi pro zero soccer team and my husband does vintage satellite retrieval."

I played z-soccer in college," Georgia said.

"What school?" the woman asked.

"Olaf on New Amsterdam." 

The woman and Georgia got into a spirited discussion on college zero gravity soccer rankings. Since Alice had no idea what zero gravity soccer was, she stayed out of the conversation. It felt odd being on the outside of a sports discussion. Back on Earth in her own time, her job working at a TV station researching for the sports caster made her the crown princess of sports information. Everyone came to her for answers to sports trivia questions or advice on fantasy football picks. In fact, her ability to recall dates, scores and stats had made her good money when she stepped into 1983. Unfortunately, picking football winners had got her in trouble with the Vegas mod too. No trouble of that here, she thought gloomily for everything she knew about sports was totally useless. 

As Georgia and the woman talked, they opened the little green plastic pouches and pulled out what were obviously hair nets. They kept talking as they applied the hairnets to their heads then pulled at soft straps built into the chairs and buckled themselves in like on an airplane. Alice did as they did too.

"You eat here often?" the man asked. He didn't bother with a hair net since his head was totally free of hair, natural or by choice, Alice couldn't tell.

"First time," Alice said. A sudden sensation pressed in on her inner ear and her gut did an odd dance. Obviously, the gravity was turned off. Alice knew very little about science but she knew enough to know that controlling gravity was a big fucking deal. 

"Better secure your FTL," the man said pointing at Alice's escaping phone. "There are Velcro pouches under the table and on the sides of your chair." He watched her stuff Britt in a pocket with a flap on the side of her chair. "Thought you skin-fighter pilots spend a lot of time in zero gravity?" he asked clearly surprised she had neglected to secure her phone. 

"We're honorary cadets," Alice said hoping that would explain her ignorance. 

"My grand son is thinking of joining the honorary. How rigorous is the training?" 

I don't know ... please stop asking me questions old man, she thought miserably.

"Are you—" the man started to ask but his wife cut across him.

"You're changing colors!"

"Eh?" the man said in surprise. "That she is."

"It's a mood suit," Alice said happy with the sudden change in subject. "Wanna see what it can do?"

Alice spent the next few minutes astounding the elderly couple with the mood suit. Thankfully, her performance made the old guy stop asking questions about her cadet training. After her mood-suit stunts, the old guy showed off some zero gravity tricks with his chopsticks and other eating utensils. Alice looked at her chopsticks that seem to be behaving normally. She picked one up and felt a slight tug. Magnetic? A static electric charge maybe? The chopstick looked like ivory, tiny little words were printed on its side 'Made on earth with real no kill ivory.' 

"Looks like queasy call is over," the woman said.

"The what?" Alice asked.

"The first few minutes of zero is to clear out the people that might get sick," the old guy said. "Hard to eat with people puking. How's your tummy doing?"

"Fine," Alice said, she felt weird but not ill or seasick. Strangely, zero gravity seem to suit her, or at least the Alice of this universe.

Bright red and orange robots dropped into the space from unexpected holes in the ceiling. All the robots had at least two sets of arms. One robot drifted their way with a tray laden with colored balls. The balls turned out to be their drink order. The robot hovered overhead and propelled the drinks to everyone from a showy distance. 

"Thank you," Alice said with a goofy giggle to her robot server as she plucked her drink ball from the air. The robot paused and looked at her with unblinking glass eyes.

"Thanking the the robot help?" Britt said in her ear. "Wanna gave everyone a good jolt? Give the guy a tip."

Alice whispered a sub vocal shut up and smiled weakly at the robot. 

"You are welcome," the robot said politely in a very deep male voice.

"Are you an AI supporter?" the man asked with a queer arch of one eyebrow.

"Don't get him started," the woman said with an expression and a roll of her eyes that only a wife of many years can pull off.

"Just grew up polite," Alice said lamely. She looked at her glass ball and the liquid inside was black as night. Alice liked beer but not the dark heavy stuff like Genesis and regretted following the old guys order. She looked around sideways at Georgia to see how to operate the drinking ball. Georgia picked up a sliver object that looked like a steel straw and stabbed it into the glass ball. Just like a juice box, Alice thought. She found a little square of clear cellophane on her glob and picked up her straw.

"No use a straw on a Bavarian 10!" the man said with mock horror.

"Don't listen to him," the woman said to Alice. "He's a zero-g beer snob."

Ignoring his wife, the man said, "You drink like this." he picked up a steak knife and cut a tiny slit in the cellophane seal of the globe. He put the globe to his mouth, sucked, filled his mouth then swallowed. He pulled the globe away from his lips and said, "Ahh ... Bavarian 10 ... brewed in zero-g, aged in zero-g ..." he took another big sip. "Consumed in zero-g."

Alice followed his lead with the steak knife.

"Don't encourage him," the woman said with that roll of her eyes again. The man smiled at his tiny victory.

Alice filled her mouth and her eyes went wide. It wasn't thick and bitter like a regular dark beer. And it was wonderfully icy cold! Condensation beads formed on the outside of the ball, a few drifted free to form sparkling, tiny spheres in the air. She swallowed. "This beer is delirious!" 

"The cold is the secret," the old man said, clearly proud of being part of Alice's discovery.

The hard working robots moved in cooking equipment and seconds later the chefs in bright red uniforms and tall red hats dropped from the ceiling at all the tables.

"We got Yoshino!" the woman said clapping her hands with glee.

"He the best," the man said.

And that he was! Chef Yoshino in his red kimono like chef's jacket, checkered black and white slacks and absurdly tall red hat with gold stripes put on a spectacular zero-g teppanyaki show. He had bowls of rice, shrimp and other delicacies dancing and spinning around the table in complex patterns and yet each bit of food found its way to a plate or bowl just when he needed them to. The no kill steaks seared on an odd double burner gadget that looked a lot like a George Foreman grill.

Chief Yoshino deftly played with a cube of tofu with his metal spatula then suddenly said to Alice, "Open up!" and slapped the cube of tofu in her direction. Alice giggled and opened her mouth. The old man made a cracking baseball sound. "It's outta here!" he yelled. The tofu went straight into Alice's open mouth. The old man put his arms over his head and chanted, "The Giants win the pennant! The Giants win the pennant!" Everyone at the table laughed and clapped.

The meal of no kill shrimp (supposedly, but to Alice it tasted like the real thing ... maybe the protesters were on to something) no kill beef and fresh fried rice was wonderful, the company fun and charming. For just for a little while, Alice forgot she was lost in time and space. Halfway trough the meal Georgia said, "My manners have slipped! My mom would slap me! We never introduced ourselves."

"We know who YOU are," the woman said to Georgia.

The man nodded and said, "You're Georgia Kang, Daughter of Senator Freda Kang."

"We watch you grow up on the brain tube," the woman said.

"Price of being the daughter of someone famous," Georgia said. Apparently, this was a common occurrence for her.

"We voted for Freda every election," the woman said with honest pride.

"If she runs for Cluster director she got my vote," the man said seriously. He bowed where he sat and then said, "I'm Cedric Takahashi, my wife May. May bowed. Everyone looked at Alice.

"Alice Mihara," Alice said returning the polite bow.

"I have a granddaughter in the Navy," Cedric said. "She just got her pilot first class silver not too long ago."

"What does she pilot?" Georgia asked.

"Stanley Hauler," Cedric said with pride.

Georgia did her best not to show how unimpressed she was. Alice remembered Lieutenant Haiku's snide remark about a Stanley Hauler assignment.

"To you skin-fighters a Stanley sounds kind of dull, yeah?" Cedric said around a bite of fried rice. "I think different. A Stanley Haulers is the first maned ship sent out to newly discovered planets. My grand daughter Trixie and her crew are the first human eyes to see those new places." He took a sip of Bavarian 10, suppressed a burp then said, "I'd pick that assignment over a sexy skin-fighter or sky sub any day."

"Because your idea of fun is tracking down antique satellites," May said.

Cedric snorted and drank more beer. "One day I'm gonna find Voyager and buy you your own house so I don't have to listen to you."

"Yeah, you keep looking for your Holy Grail," May said, giving her husband a condescending pat on bald head.

Cedric tried to look offended but the ghost of a smile formed at the edges of his mouth.

The zero-g dessert flambe was a show worthy of a Vegas stage and Alice clapped and cheered all the way through. She was three Bavarian 10s in and Georgia was on her third glass of wine. 

At meal's end, the gravity returned. The Takahashis insisted on taking care of Yoshino's tip. Alice watched the robot server as it bussed the table. No one said anything about tipping him. Alice's mind went to the poor protesting, and now dead, holding robot. On the way out, Alice asked the hostess, "May I speak to the robot ... I mean AI that served us?"

"Do you have a complaint?" the hostess asked worried.

"No, everything was perfect," Alice assured her.

Perplexed, the hostess flagged the red robot server over. Alice pealed off a hundred yen note and handed it to the AI.

"Tipping the robot servers is not required," the hostess said.

"In my time—" she quickly corrected, "were I come from, we reward hard work." Alice bowed to the AI.

"Me too," Cedric said handing a fifty yen note to the robot.

"Really," May said with her signature eye roll.

Cedric and the AI bowed to Alice.

"I am officially enrolling you as a card carrying member of the AI movement," Britt said in Alice's ear.

"You are such a weirdo," Georgia said to Alice. Her comment was light though and Alice could hear the friendly teasing behind it.

Part ten-The Valgate

Out on the street a mildly drunk Georgia Kang yelled, "To the subway and New Fuji!"

"To New Fuji!" Alice echoed just as drunk. Part of her warned she should part company with Georgia then put some seriously thought on how to escape from this future world. But the alcohol dulled her urgency. 

Georgia led her to an underground station to get tickets to New Fuji. "Better let me buy the tickets," Georgia said getting out her FTL phone. "If you go, you'll probably give the robot attendant a hundred yen tip." Alice didn't argue and found a bench to rest on. Alice and Georgia were the only people at the ticketing platform at the moment. Georgia returned a minute later and said, "Hold out your FTL." Alice did, Georgia touched hers to Britt. "There's your ticket. Now I gotta pee!" Georgia darted off in the direction of the restroom signs. 

A rush of air precised the arrival of the high speed train on the other side of the ticket barrier. Seconds later, the train left.

"Hope that wasn't ours," Alice mumbled.

"One runs every fifteen minutes," Britt informed her. 

Movement at the entry stairs caught Alice's eye. Her heart skipped as a blue figure came into view. "It's fucking Marco from Navy Intelligence," she whispered. She dropped her head so as not to give the robot a good look at her. 

"Stay calm," Britt said. "We are in a public place. He has no authority here. If he even approaches you he'd be in violation of countless Cluster statutes not to mention New Nippon law." 

It freaked her out that there was no one else around. Where was Georgia? What was holding her up? The Blue figure came closer. Alice dared a look and she let out a sigh. "It's just a guy in a blue coat."

"Damn it girl! You made me shit a battery!"

"Sorry," Alice said but couldn't help laughing "Speaking of batteries, do I need a cord to plug you in somewhere?"

"I was just being funny with the battery thing," Britt said. "Movement and the heat from your body will keep me charged. At the moment I'm good for at least a month."

"My old smart phone was good for five hours at best. Again, sorry for the false alarm." 

"Paranoid are we?" Britt asked.

"I've been on the run before ... being paranoid is healthy," Alice said as she watched the guy in the blue coat buying a train ticket. She frowned, more than his coat was blue. Did he have blue skin too? After purchasing his ticket, the guy walked right pass her. "Wow," she whispered. The guy's skin really was blue. Perhaps it was fashionable to dye your skin in the future. Did he belong to a religious sect? Some weird New Nippon street gang?

The man caught her staring so he returned the favor. His eyes seem to glow and were a starling purple, the whites sky blue. His longish hair was a deep ultramarine blue, close to black. He gave her a cool bright white smile and goosebumps to danced over her skin. Her heart skipped when he stopped right in front of her. 

"It will not offend me if you ask me questions," the blue guy said in a deep voice too perfectly silky to be human.

She asked the obvious. "Are you human?" More goosebumps erupted, this time with a distinct sexual edge ... she recalled reacting to Lucy in this same way.

"No," he said pleasantly. "I can see that you are having a visceral reaction to me. Don't be alarmed, you are simply responding to the Male sexual pheromones built into my bio-engineered DNA."

"You're a Class-X whatsit! A sex-bot!" Alice said louder then she intended because of the beer, her words echoed in the deserted platform. She involuntarily stepped back as Lucy's tales of murdering sex robots filled her head. "You guys are killers!" 

"Alas, the past has tainted us so," the blue AI said. "I am a new model and free of the Dorian Class-X glitches."

"Mass murder is hardly a glitch," she said not getting any closer. An explosion of laughter filled the space making Alice jump. A group of drunken party goers stepped onto the ticketing platform. The presents of other people calmed her a little.

"Hey look," one of the newcomers said loud and drunk, "It's one of those Valentine fuck-bots."

"Valentine Surrogate," another in the group said in a hushed tone. "It's with a client, don't be rude." The group hushed and spoke in softer tones around drunken giggles.

Alice looked back at the blue faced AI to see if he was offended, for she certainly was, but he seemed unperturbed by the drunken group. Curiosity trumped her knee jerk fear and she dared a step closer. "Is that what you are?" she asked. "A Valentine Surrogate?"

"Yes, model nine," the robot said. "This is my third day of activation."

"Hey Valgate," a same loud drunk guy from the group called out, "You still giving out free quickies?"

"Shut up, Yuri!" a female in the group yelled.

"Yeah, Yuri, shut up," Georgia said coming back from the bathroom. Her tone was deep and threatening. It worked, for Yuri zipped it up. The whole group went quiet and moved further down the waiting platform. "What do we have here?" Georgia asked eying up the blue robot.




Ask Alice Ch. 05



"Valentine Surrogate," Alice said.

"Saw an add you guys might be about," Georgia said. "Still giving away free fucks?"

"Georgia!" Alice barked aghast. 

"I take no offense," the AI said. " I am giving out free sex."

"Really?" Alice asked surprised.

"Thirty model nines just like me are here in New Edo and New Fuji as a promotional launch. We will engage in safe standard copulation for free with any interested adults and only ask for an honest online review."

"Really?" Georgia asked intrigued.

"Hello?" came a female voice from their right.

It was an Asian girl with a pretty face and the same boyish bobbed hair cut as Georgia minus the blinking lights. She was from the group Georgia had run off. She wore a bulky sweatshirt with the letters FCU on the front. She had the disheveled look of a college student. Alice recalled looking just like that in her college days not to long ago ... if she didn't count in the hundreds of years of time travel. The college kid looked to be between eighteen to twenty. 

In a nervous voice, college girl said to Alice, "My I ask you some questions?"

"Whatever for?" Georgia asked not bothering to hide her annoyance.

"It's for a university FTL blog on the return of sex robots after the debacle with the Dorian Class-X model five years ago," the girl said at a hundred miles an hour. She activated her light pad. "I'm studying advance AI thinking and psychology and—"

"Why ask me questions?" Alice said cutting across the girl. "Why don't you ask him?"

The girl looked bewildered. Apparently it never occurred to her to talk directly to the AI. "I assumed that ... um ... since are his owner ... or client ..."

"You assume too much," Georgia said. 

Alice was annoyed at the assumption too. "I just happen to be standing next to ..." Alice trailed off, looked at the AI and asked, "What is your name, sir?"

"I like Valentino but Val will do" the AI said. A trace of a smile formed on his full blue lips, asking his name seem to please him.

"Hello, Val, pleased to meet you," Alice said giving the AI a polite bow. "I am Alice and this is Georgia we are—"

"Professional exotic dancers," Georgia said cutting in on the introduction. Alice suppressed a laugh at the bizarre little lie. "And you are?" Georgia asked college girl.

"Noki Bushi, a student at Fuji Capital University," the girl said with an automatic bow.

"There, we all know each other," Alice said. "So what are your questions for Val?"

Noki stood wide eyed acting like a deer in headlights. She cleared her throat, looked at her light pad and then at the AI. 

As Noki tried to form a question, Alice gave the AI the once over too. If you put aside the color of his skin and eyes, he looked perfectly human, he was a little taller than Alice and Georgia and the same height as Noki at about five foot five. His features Asian. Under his blue coat, he wore a loose fitting white cotton outfit, the body beneath hinted at a stocky build. He stood relaxed with his legs slightly apart. His stance and longish dark hair made Alice think of Mongol horsemen. Her imagination kicked into high gear as she envisioned herself clinging to him from behind as they raced over grasslands on a bright blue horse ... no maroon! She wondered how blue he was under his clothes. 

"Wonder if his dick is blue?" Georgia whispered to Alice. 

Alice stifled a laugh as she was speculating on the same thing too.

Noki the college student still hadn't said a word.

"Why don't we start with my specifications?" Val suggested.

"Hope you're not majoring in journalism," Georgia said. Noki blushed at the insult.

Val gave Noki a perfect polite bow and said, "I am a Valentine Surrogate , manufactured by Duke Robotics for Vitruvian Entertainment, based on planet Nimitz." 

"Um ... is it true?" Noki stammered. "That you are giving away free sex?"

"Within reason, yes," Val said. "If you are interested just hold your hand up for me to scan your health pad and—"

"No!" Noki said quickly. "I just want to ask some questions." The girl blushed deeper and tentatively looked over her shoulder back at the group of people she entered the platform with. 

Alice lean into Georgia and whispered, "Bet naughty Noki is looking for a DEEPER interview with Val." 

Georgia said to Noki, "Go tell your friends you bagged an interview with Alice and Val then we'll go to a bar I like in New Fuji and you can ask all the questions you like."

Red faced, the girl nodded and went back to her group to tell them.

Georgia looked at Val. "To acquire your services all I have to do is hold out my hand?"

"Yes," Val said. The AI held out his left hand to demonstrate. "Do you know that the open hand is the adopted symbol for Clara worshipers?"

"Everyone knows that," Georgia said. "Every female Clara devotee has the symbol of the open hand tattooed somewhere on their bodies I hear."

"The religion of the Goddess Clara was started on the island of Maui, Hawaii back on Earth at the end of the twentieth century," Val said.

"That's an odd thing for a robot to know," Noki said overhearing as she rejoined Alice, Georgia and Val. She pulled her light pad out.

"I am programmed for casual conversation," he said, "Facts about the Goddess Clara is one of my key subject bundles. Do you know that at one time, the Goddess Clara was called Wahinelani?"

"Woman of heaven," Alice translated. 

"I went on a pilgrimage to planet Pearl where they have a bronze statue of Clara cast from the original wood carving on Maui," Noki said.

"You a Clara follower?" Georgia asked with a raised eye brow.

Noki blushed.

"Holy shit, I was just kidding," Georgia said.

"Almost joined Nuns of Iao," the girl mumbled softly clearly not wanting her group of friends to hear. "But my parents put their foot down and insisted I finish college," she shrugged. "So here I am."

"Clara followers are way into sex right?" Alice asked in a whisper. Lucy mentioned the Church of Clara in their talk a couple of hours ago. 

Noki blushed even deeper. "They believe in the healing power of sexual intimacy," she whispered back. "They believe in love ... in the joy that sex can bring. They call it love making because that is what comes of sex when it is right and perfect."

"Amen, sister," Georgia said. "So, Val, do you need to eat?"

"Not solid food," he said. "I only require an intake of sugary fluids to replenish what I've lost. I could use a good sweet drink."

"Busy night?" Georgia asked with a crooked smile.

"Yes," he said but did not elaborate.

"Not the kiss and tell type, huh?" Georgia said. "A good quality in a man ... and a robot."

Part Eleven-In New Fuji, a Toast to Strange Bedfellows 

A blue skinned Valentine Surrogate robot, a wannabe Clara maiden, the famous daughter of a Cluster planet Senator and a refuge from another dimension, an odd group to say the least, sat at a padded booth in a bar near the New Fuji underground train station.

Val ordered a local soda called a Nova Cola, the women beers. Alice of course ordered a Bavarian 10. Noki searched all her pockets for various crumpled banknotes and scattered coins to pay for her drink. Alice shook her head, things hadn't changed much for students through the years, the chick was broke. Georgia rolled her eyes and paid for everybody with her FTL phone. 

Alice sipped her beer and had to agree with old Mr. Takahashi that Bavarian 10 tasted better in zero gravity, but it was still a good beer even in normal gravitational conditions. Val sucked down three super gulp size sodas one after.

At first, the conversation was stiff and formal with Noki asking Val about his functions and duties as a sex-bot. He answered each question in detail with no hesitation, the only questions he would not answer was whom he had been with. He apologized to Noki for the omissions and told her she would have to show dire cause and then present a signed judge's court order to his company if she wanted to know the names of the people he had sex with.

"So," Georgia said, "if I sleep with you tonight, no one will know?"

"Not from me, even my parent company can not get at that information," Val said.

"I find that hard to believe," Noki said with a college student's ingrained skepticism of large corporations.

"It is true," Val answered. "It is one of my main selling points. Absolute privacy. I will erase all my memories before allowing any person or organization to get at intimate information."

"Like a suicide phone?" Alice asked thinking of Britt.

"Suicide phones are highly illegal and a bit roguish don't you think?" Val said.

"Roguish? Blue ass gigolo prick!" Britt said in Alice's ear.

Alice stifled a laugh and said, "Maybe you should work for the IIW, Val."

Georgia rolled her eyes. "Please, I've had enough of the IIW for one day." 

"IIW?" Noki asked.

"The IIW, or Imperial Internal Workings," Val said, "is an ultra-secret Imperial Navy special unit originally formed to keep watch on Admiral Rudolf Kippler supporters after the failed coup at planet Denver thirty five years ago. In its current manifestation, the IIW is in charge of all things secret concerning the Imperial Navy. The IIW wields a great deal of power. They monitor the Navy's military police and even the Navy High Council."

Georgia shifted uncomfortably. She said guardedly at just above a whisper, "Very few people outside the Navy know about the IIW and here you are, a sex-bot with the subject built into your casual conversation program."

"You don't blink," Noki said to Val.

"I do not need too," Val said. "I can if you want me too." His eyes fluttered several times to demonstrate.

"Why aren't you simply programmed to blink?" Noki asked.

Both Georgia and Alice deflated a bit, glad for the change of subject.

"Two main reasons," Val said. "First, a blink is a very long time for me to keep my eyes closed, also, by law, I am not allowed to look too human. Experts have determined that blinking is an essential part of human expression and after the tragedy with the Dorian Class-X sex robots, my company added a number of quirks that make me appear less human, blue skin being the first and most obvious."

Alice thought of her strange encounter with Lucy, and as far as she knew, Lucy was the only surviving Class-X Dorian sex-bot in the whole wide universe. She had wondered why Lucy had stared at her so intensely, the robot simply wasn't blinking. "Yeah, The Class-X doesn't blink either," Alice said without thinking 

Noki and Georgia looked at Alice, apparently waiting for her to elaborate on her odd little comment.

"Not a good idea talking about Lucy to a journalist albeit an awful one," Britt said.

"I read about them online," Alice lied quickly.

"How long have you two been exotic dancers?" Noki asked out of the blue.

Alice looked at Noki blankly. Then she remembered Georgia's off the cuff lie. 

Georgia looked at Val and asked, "Do you have facial recognition abilities?" 

"Yes I do," Val said. 

" Then you know who we are without introduction," Georgia said.

"That I do," he said simply. 

He knows who Georgia is, Alice thought and if this gets back to her famous mother the poor girl was in deep shit. Alice decided to do Georgia a favor and end the interview. She turning to Noki and said, "You wanna make love to Val?"

The girl blushed, dropped her eyes to the table and didn't say a thing. 

"I know this interview was total bullshit," Alice said. "I saw it in your eyes, you wanna fuck him."

Noki sat frozen on her side of the booth avoiding all eyes.

"What kind of Clara devotee is shy about fucking?" Georgia teased. "All you have to do is hold out your left hand and it's a done deal."

Without looking up, Noki slowly displayed her left hand palm out, fingers spread. 

"I will find us a place to copulate," Val said cheerfully.

The girl went beet red. "I have to use the bathroom," Noki said and quickly left the booth.

Alice looked at her own left hand. Oddly, she had the exact same circle as Noki displayed. It was the size of a quarter. She discovered it on the ride up in the Space Elevator. Until this moment she thought it was the leftover edge of an unfinished tattoo.

"It is your health pad," Britt said in her ear. "The custom is to display your palm to show you are willing to engage in sex. If the pad is clear as Noki and yours are, it means your are healthy and using contraception. Same goes for men too."

Alice fingered the circle on her palm. This health pad thing would make life for women in her time SOOO much easier.

Georgia said, "You think college twit has it in her?"

"Don't know," Alice said. "You can take off before TMZ finds you."

"TMZ?" Georgia asked.

"Paparazzi, the gossip tabloids?"

Thanks, but it's too late for that," Georgia said. "Nadia says I'm already brain tube candy. Famous daughter of senior keeping company with of sex-bot. I'm already peaking and old news by midnight. Maybe YOU might wanna split though." She gave Alice a long serious look. "I don't know what you're about, Alice but I got this feeling that being with me is putting some weird pressure on you."

Maybe she is picking up some vibe because were both Liners, Alice thought, but kept quiet on that point. Alice's big plan was to part company with Georgia and the others then head deeper into the city of New Fuji, hold up somewhere and work out some plan of escape. But ever since running into Val, that distinctive tingling in her finger tips and toes started up something fierce. She looked at Val's handsome blue face and the tingling seem to intensify. Maybe my ticket out is right here in this booth, she thought.

"If Noki comes back I think I'll tag along ... just for kicks." Alice said.

"I just might too," Georgia said a slow simmering look. 

Noki came back.

Part twelve-Pink Flesh, Blue Flesh 

The blue AI led them to a posh hotel called the Jade Coast in the heart of downtown New Fuji.

"I can't afford this place," Noki said mortified.

"Poor Noki is a college student and more the Skylab Motel crowd," Georgia said.

"Not to worry," Val said. " Vitruvian is footing the bill. I will go make the arrangements for the room." The AI bowed and walked to the check in desk.

"Having a nice time?" Georgia asked Noki.

Noki nodded in her state of perpetual blush. The chick looked like she was ready to bolt. Georgia and Alice suppressed smiles.

A flash of gold caught Alice's eyes and her jaw dropped open when she saw Captain Kahakaloha of the INS Miami standing near the entrance of the hotel lobby. Then her surprise tuned into horror when Lieutenant Haiku of the IIW in her body fitting skin-suit stepped in and stood next to the captain.

Georgia saw them too. "Fuck me," Georgia whispered dropping her head to hide her face from Kahakaloha and Haiku. Alice did the same.

"I've always been curious," Noki said.

Georgia and Alice gave the girl a quick bewildered look. Apparently, Noki thought Georgia's exclamation was aimed at her.

Alice dared to peeked at Haiku and Kahakaloha. Kahakaloha stood talking in his FTL as Haiku headed to the front desk. "Think they're looking for us?" Alice whispered.

"Whose looking for us?" Noki asked.

Ignoring Noki, Georgia said to Alice, "Look what Haiku's doing." 

Alice looked. "She's checking into a room you think?"

"Knew they were doing it," Georgia said. "They haven't seen us yet. Let's get out of here."

"You can't just leave me alone with Val!" Noki said panicked.

"You go," Alice said to Georgia. "I kind of what to check out Val myself." 

Noki looked relieved.

"Dirty girl," Georgia said with a leer. Then she did the most unexpected thing, she stepped toward Noki and pulled the girl in for rough kiss. Noki made a sound of protest but didn't pull away. The kiss ended abruptly and Georgia said, "That's what you're missing college girl." Georgia said it while looking at Alice. Georgia slipped off in the direction of the hotel restaurant away from the lobby. Noki and Alice stared after her.

Val returned. "Where is Georgia?"

"She had a thing to go to," Alice lied. When she saw Haiku walking back to Kahakaloha, her resolve slipped a little and nearly bolted after Georgia. But the tingling was too persistent. Val and Noki had to be her ticket out. "Take us to the room," Alice said. She took Val by the arm and briskly walked in the direction of the elevators, Noki was nearly running to keep up. Alice slapped at the up button and willed one of the three elevators to open up. It took forever. Alice rolled her eyes and tapped her foot in nervous frustration. 

Britt, her suicide phone said, "Humans can zap a person across the galaxy through wormholes, make a faster than light communications network, create a massive gravity defying transport system to move goods and people to space without using big dumb rockets, terraform whole planets to their liking, but can't make an elevator in a hotel show up at a reasonable interval."

On her right peripheral, Alice spied Kahakaloha and Haiku saddling up to wait for an elevator too. Kahakaloha was still on the phone and Haiku was now on hers too. As of yet, neither were aware of her. Alice hoped that in full makeup, she looked different enough not to be recognized. 

Kahakaloha pulled his phone from his ear and said to Haiku, "This miserable call will take a little while longer I'm afraid, you go on ahead and I'll be up momentarily. What is the room number?"

"Seven four two," Haiku said. "I'll wait, my call will take time too."

Kahakaloha nodded and drifted back to the center of the lobby for privacy. Haiku put her phone back to her ear.

The elevator arrived and Alice piled in with Noki and Val. She watched Val hit the number seven, same floor as Kahakaloha's. "Shit in an airlock," Alice mumbled picking up on one of Georgia's favorite cuss phases. 

At the seventh floor, They turned right at the elevator nook and walked to room number seven thirty eight close to the end of the hall. Noki looked at Alice expectantly, probably wondering if Alice was into girls like Georgia. There was a wholesomeness about Noki that Alice found interesting. She pushed her curiosity aside, though. Haiku being so close made her too fucking jumpy and she decided it was best to cut and run. 

Val ordered the door to open and just when Alice was about to say her goodbyes, a couple turned the corner from down the hall and headed right at them. It was Kahakaloha and Haiku. Alice quickly pushed Noki ahead of her into the room and stepped in behind her.

Like at the Waikiki Grand at the space station, the room was devoid of furniture, even windows.

"Full holo and space liner hideaway," Val said.

"Pretty classy," Noki said. 

"Wall one balcony overlooking New Fuji," Val said. A grand view of the New Fuji night skyline filled one wall. "Sofa for three, wet bar." A light blue sofa grew out of one wall, a small wet bar grew out of another wall. "You pick the music," Val said to Alice.

Miles Davis?" Alice said with an internal cringe. Thankfully, familiar melancholy trumpet filled the air. 

"Pick the atmosphere," Val said to Noki.

"The glade of the Goddess Clara on Maui," Noki said. 

Dappled warm light blanketed the walls, ceiling and floor of the room making it feel like they were standing in a glade surrounded by trees. There was something oddly familiar about the place to Alice. 

"Cool," Noki said. "This music is interesting too."

"My friend Joy is a big Miles Davis fan," Alice said, although she didn't know if the Joy of this world was too. Alice lower herself onto the sofa. 

Noki walked over to tiny bar and opened the little fridge. "Lots of Nova Cola and beer. Noki held out a black bottle with a bright red planet Mars on it. "Martian Red Vodka. Looks like your company knows how to party." the girl's cheer seemed forced, she was nervous and it showed. She sat on the sofa next to Alice. 




Ask Alice Ch. 05



"Um ... how long do we have ... you?" Noki asked Val awkwardly.

"As much of my six remaining hours as you would like," Val said.

"Wow ... um, cool," Noki said. She crossed her legs, uncrossed them, then crossed them again.

Alice got up, went to the bottle of Martian Red, broke the paper seal with a twist, found a shot glass, filled it to brimming and handed it to Noki. "Loosen up," she said to the girl.

"You are under no obligation to stay," Val said to Noki. Soothingly. "You can leave at any time."

"I'm fine," Noki said and drained her glass of vodka then held it out for a quick refill. As Alice refilled the girl's glass, she wondered if Val had a rule about doing an intoxicated person. Noki drained the second shot and then said to the AI, "Do you know that the temple of Clara is against sex-bots?"

"Yes, I know," Val said.

"Really?" Alice asked surprised to hear it. "I thought you Clara people were for all things sexual?"

"Between consenting adult humans, yes," Noki said. "But robots are not human, they are programmed to simulate sex creating no true connection."

"Then why are you here?" Alice asked. She took a swallow of Martian Red straight from the bottle. The stuff was smoother than any vodka back in her time. Maybe it's made in zero gravity too she mused.

"Want to see what it feels like to be with a robot," Noki said. "You know ... research."

"Riiiight," Alice said. She took a second hit from the bottle. "This stuff is fantastic!" She looked at Val. "What does it feel like to be hated by the church of love?"

"We don't HATE robots," Noki quickly clarified. "We just feel that sex should be between humans is all." she held her shot glass out for another. 

Chick can suck it down, I'll give her that, Alice thought, as she refilled the girl's glass. 

"I feel no animosity toward the Temple of Clara," Val said evenly.

"Blue as you are, you are one damn good looking dude," Noki said as the booze help loosen her up too. Alice laughed and took a third swallow of vodka for herself.

"Oh my Goddess! You're glowing red!" Noki barked.

"Mood-suit," Alice said.

"I took the liberty of programing the suit to your actual mood," Britt said in her ear. I call this color Martian Red, or would you prefer vagina passion?" 

Alice giggled.

"A mood-suit? Really?" Noki said. "Didn't they go out of fashion a couple of years ago?"

"This is a new model," Alice said, mildly annoyed at having her fashion sense questioned by a broke college student in worn out black tights and a sweatshirt. "Gold," Alice said. Her mood-suit went from red to ocher gold in a span of five seconds. The color made her think of Captain Kahakaloha and she wondered what he was doing with Lieutenant Haiku at this very moment? Haiku was a Liner like her ... the distinguished, handsome captain was in for quite the ride.

"No way!" Noki said. "Mood-suits take forever to change color! That is a trip!"

"Get blue ass boy to touch you," Britt said. Alice walked over to Val and took one of his hands in hers. She let out a small sigh of surprise. She expected him to feel like rubber or something stupid like that. Far from it, his skin was warm, firm, pleasing to the touch. Being close to him doubled his effect on her and she fought off the overwhelming urge to kiss him as she placed his hand on her forearm. Her suit took on the color of his matte blue skin.

"Interesting," Val said looking Alice up and down.

"Wow," Noki said.

"Blue boy likes blue tits I see," Britt said. 

Her suit went into a quick spectrum cycle fading into a new color every five seconds starting in black then deep blue, than purple, red, orange, yellow and ending in a dazzling silvery white.

"That suit must cost a fortune," Noki said.

Alice shrugged. Noki stood up and brushed her fingers on Alice's right shoulder. The heat from her fingers left a purple smear on the silvery white then quickly faded away. Noki giggled and firmly gripped Alice's upper right arm then pulled away leaving behind a full bright purple hand print that faded away in a few seconds.

"What is this material?" Noki asked wide eyed. "It feels silky almost like human skin."

"I believe it is an Imperial Navy skin-suit," Val said. "A skin-suit is the main under component for a spacesuit. The skin-suit is also an important tool in operating space craft big and small. I am guessing the color adaption is from a different source, probably a camouflage suit used by Navy Special Forces."

"Part of your built in conversation bundle?" Alice asked.

"Yes," he said, "the space Navy and zero gravity full contact football are top conversation subjects I excel in. New Fuji University is ranked twenty second in the AAA college standings."

"Good Goddess let's not talk about THAT," Noki jumped in, "nothing more boring than ZG football."

Alice went to Val and blatantly sniffed his shoulder curious if his model had the same perfume thing like Lucy. He did. She smelled of Old Spice cologne. The smell triggered a memory long stored away in Alice's brain. At a high school dance, a boy she didn't know asked her to dance a slow song. It shocked her because she was just a freshmen and the guy a senior. He name was Ernesto, part Filipino, part Hawaiian, dark and good looking. The danced front to front to nn old Chicago tune, 'Color My World.' She so desperately wanted the boy to kiss her that night ... he didn't, he was too polite or too shy. This time I'm getting my kiss! Her mouth covered Val's. The kiss was firm and focused.

She pulled back quickly and asked perplexed, "How come you taste like strong coffee with lots cream and sugar?"

"My system produces complex peptide molecules that react to taste connected to memory," he explained. It is related to the pheromones which I am sure you are reacting to at this very moment."

The coffee kiss had been her first kiss with her boyfriend Nelson. They worked late at the TV studio on some project together that night, both had been downing Kona coffee. It had been her first ... and BEST kiss with Nelson because it had taken her by surprise. Sadly none of his kisses came close to that one ever again. Mental note ... don't move in with a guy on the bases of one good kiss. 

Noki's stood to one side staring in silence at Val and Alice.

"Kiss him, see what he tastes like," Alice suggested.

With no hesitation, Noki stepped into the blue AI's space and planted one on him. They were the exact height and the girl wasn't shy about pressing in close. Noki's pale, pink, creamy skin against Val's unnatural blue made an interesting contrast. The kiss went on for a while. When it finally ended Alice asked Noki, "What did he taste like?"

"Rum ... spearmint ... and clove cigarettes ... all the flavors of my first real good kiss," she said in a wondrous tone looking into Val's beautiful purple eyes.

The tell tale tingling in Alice's fingers and toes held at a low level, barely there in the background. Can I work myself up to a jump? She thought. Do I dare? Would the world I land in next be more foreign than this one? God I hope not! Vodka and her growing sexual high dulled her apprehension. It was time to see how blue this AI was. 

"Undress for us, Val," Alice said. 

Noki slipped out of the AI's arms and sat on the sofa. Alice joined her. Miles Davis' lazy almost off key trumpeting provided background. Val pulled his loose white shirt over his head.

"Oh my," Noki whispered at the sight of Val's chest.

"Wow," Alice whispered in kind. His blue upper body was sculpted perfection with chest hair the same deep blue-black as the hair on his head.

"Body hair is all the rage now," Val said casually, "but I can make the hair go away if you like."

"No!" Noki and Alice said as one.

Alice laughed and said, "We like your chest JUST as it is." What's down below? she wondered. 

Val slid his loose white trousers to the floor and stood before the women in shocking white boxer briefs. 

"Ready for action I see," Alice said. 

And that he was. A sizable erection bulged in his bright white briefs. Eight plus, Alice estimated. A sexy trail of dark hair traced up from the elastic band of his underwear meeting his belly button then flowed up and over the peaks and valleys of his six pack abs.

"You look fantastic," Noki said.

"Amen sister," Alice agreed making Noki giggle.

Val gripped the elastic of his briefs at the hips and sprung his erection free. Alice quickly reassessed ... he was closer to nine ... and of course he was blue where it counted, a shade darker perhaps. A fun patch of blue-black pubic hair with hints of deep purple complimented his attentive member.

"You are certainly blue all over," Alice whispered. 

"You have a pretty color penis," Noki said, "too bad it's not real."

"Looks pretty real to me," Alice argued. "It's even twitching."

Noki rolled her eyes and said, "I mean that his erection is programmed for our pleasure."

Alice frowned. "And that is wrong how?"

"Nothing wrong, just not real," Noki said. "His erection is no more real than an expensive sex toy."

Still, Alice didn't see the problem. "Let's conduct an experiment and see how real his erection is. Val, make your erection go away."

"Odd request, but as you wish," he said.

The women focused in on his blue erect nine inches pointed in their general direction. For several seconds nothing happened. It twitched and bobbed a bit but remained hard and steadfast.

"My apologies," Val said, "but my erection does not respond to my commands and seems to have a mind of its own." He looked truly bewildered.

"It's a real erection," Alice confirmed.

Noki giggled. "Okay, I'll give him that."

"Your turn," Alice said to Noki, "Get up and show some skin."

"I can't," she said shyly. "You're the erotic dancer. You go first."

"Let's not let blue balls get all the attention," Britt said in Alice's ear. "Sit back and spread your arms." 

Curious as to what Britt planned, Alice leaned back with her arms spread on the top of the sofa cushions. 

"Cross your legs," Brit said, "Stop being yourself and try to look sophisticated."

"Asshole," Alice mumbled low so only Britt could hear. 

She crossed her legs, the mood-suit went the light blue color of the sofa, then pale pink, then gone altogether leaving her virtually topless in her skirt and boots. Noki's eyes went wide at the unexpected transformation.

"It's like you're naked," Noki said needlessly. "I can see the little bumps on your nipples."

"Special operations camouflage technology turned inside out," Val speculated.

"You're a little too nerdy for a sex toy," Alice said. The tingling in her fingers and toes increased with the attention from the two in the room. 

"I'm programmed with a little geek sheik," he said. "Surveys say that women like their lovers to hold intelligent conversations."

"I beg to differ," Noki said. "We like good looking dumb guys who can't name the twelve major planet stops on the civilized side of the worm spur."

"That would be: Earth, Carthage, Nimitz, New Nippon, Oceania, Orion Major, Denver, Europa Major, Bharat Sitara—"

Since he was missing Noki's point, Alice shut him up the best way possible, she stepped in and kissed him. He tasted of sweet wine and strawberries, a hot kiss she shared with an art student in her college days. Her hands drifted down to his blue erection, she gripped the shaft firmly to test his rigidity. Like his hands, his dick was warm to the touch, it made her wonder if his temperature was higher than a human's ninety eight point six. The kiss ended, she looked into his face and said, "I agree with Noki, quiet and dumb."

"I'm inches away from you but you look absolutely naked," Noki said.

"You are still going on about that?" Alice asked. She stepped away from Val and said to the blue AI, "Undress her."

"I don't know if I'm—"

"You are," Alice assured her firmly.

Val stepped behind the wide eyed college girl, gripped the bottom of her university sweatshirt and pulled up, Noki automatically put her arms over her head. A red bra supporting a nice set of solid C-cups were revealed. The girl had more boob than her baggy sweatshirt let on. 

"Little miss Fuji Capital has a nice rack," Britt said. 

Even with a fellow Japanese chick, I still wind up with the smallest tits in the room, Alice groused in silence. 

Val dropped to his knees behind Noki and pulled down her black tights exposing no nonsense black panties. Just above the panty line to the left of her pubic mound was a tattoo of an open left hand in an unbroken circle, the symbol of the Goddess Clara. The chick was pink and soft everywhere, the words curvy and girly fit her quite well.

Val went to Alice and helped her out of her dark green skirt. True to form, her mood-suit reflected her lower half as totally naked too. Noki eyed up Alice's slim pleasant curves.

"You have such a perfect dancer's body," Noki said.

Alice smiled but didn't let on that she was no erotic dancer. To prolong the ruse, she started to dance on the spot. Noki watched meekly, clearly uncomfortable standing there in just her underwear. The women's eyes met briefly, Noki blushed and looked away quickly. 

"I sense an interesting tension between the two of you," Val said. "Have either of you ever made love to another woman?"

Both women shook their heads in the negative. Alice kept dancing Noki kept looking ... and not looking.

"Intriguing," Val said with a very human ... and dirty male smile. 

Part thirteen-First Time, Girls and Robots

Alice kept dancing thrilled by the gazes from her tiny audience. The tingling under her skin intensified. What it would be like to dance in front of a real crowed? she wondered.

"If You plan to make out with Noki, you should display your health pad," Britt said. "It is customary and may alleviate some of her anxiety."

"She's sucked down enough vodka for that," Alice barely whispered as she danced. 

"Must be exciting," Britt said. "You're gonna kiss a girl tonight. 

A ripple of pure delight peeled through Alice body as she held out her left hand to display her health pad. 

Noki returned the gesture with a slight shake in her fingers. 

Alice's hand shook a little too. She stopped dancing and stepped close to Noki, her eyes dropped and she traced a circle with her index finger around the tattoo near the girl's panty line.

"You think her parents know about that tattoo?" Britt asked.

Alice dropped her finger lower and hooked it just under the elastic of Noki's black panties and followed the seam from left to right tickling the upper ridge of her pubic mound. Val stepped in close too and took charge of Noki's bra, it fell away and her perky C-cups bounced pleasantly as New Nippon's gravity took charge of them. The girl's face flushed, she did her best not to cover her exposed tits with her hands. Alice remembered her first time naked with a crowd. She hadn't been able to fight off the urge to cover up she recalled.

Excitement, driven by the newness of seducing another female, sent fresh tingles up and down Alice's spine. She dropped to her knees, gripped Noki's panties at the hips and slid them down her smooth pale thighs, a pleasant sprig of hair, lusty and black adorned the V between her legs.

Enjoying the role of the seducer, Alice stood up and ran her fingers through Noki's short bobbed hair and studied the girl's classic oval Japanese face, her expression, dubious and unsure.

"You are a pretty thing," Alice said and then moved in for a kiss.

To her credit, Noki didn't back away or turn her head, but her eyes stayed wide open, her mouth and body stiff with tension. Alice kept her eyes open too, looking back at Noki's wide expression. 

Chick's gonna run, Alice thought, it was disappointing that her kiss wasn't good enough to pull the girl in. Then Noki's eyes fluttered closed, her mouth relaxed, her body melting into Alice's. Thank God, Alice thought as she closed her eyes too. She had never kissed a mouth so soft and inviting. So THIS is why guys like kissing girls. The sensation of Noki's soft breasts pressed against her own chest was utterly fantastic and she formed her next big revelation, so THIS is why guys like to kiss girls with bigger boobs than mine. Alice's eyes fluttered open for a second, her mood-suit glowed a deep almost black crimson.

"The perfect color for hot lesbian lust," Britt said.

Alice hardly heard her bothersome suicide phone. She closed her eyes again, the kiss gained more traction and the women got into a serious squirm. Noki's right hand drifted from Alice's ass and felt around to her crotch up front. Alice virtually naked so Noki's fingers brushed along the fabric of the mood-suit. Alice's breathing quickened and shockingly, an orgasm swept through her.

"Fuck!" Alice half whispered as she frantically gripped Noki's hand to keep it in place.

"Holy shit," Noki exclaimed. "You coming?"

Alice sucked in air and nodded.

"This is cool," Noki said unable to hold back a lusty laugh. "Before this moment I barely imagined kissing another woman, let alone making one come."

"Congratulations," Alice said still breathing hard, clinging to Noki to keep her balance.

"Your turn, make me come," Noki said enthusiastically.

Alice delicately placed her right hand between Noki's naked breasts and then violently shoved her. Noki screamed as she fell backwards. Her scream quickly turned into a gale of laughter as she hit the surface of the bed. She bounced once and then sank a bit into the quilted surface. Alice knew the bed was there, she watched it grow out of the wall near the window behind the girl. The music had changed, Miles Davis jazz was replaced by interesting spacy rock and roll. Alice knew the tune but couldn't place the title or the band.

"What is this music?" Alice asked.

"Pink Floyd, 'Welcome to the Machine,' circa nineteen seventies old Earth," Val said.

Interesting choice," Alice said as she fell to her knees on the bed. She looked down at the pink moist line between Noki's spread legs. Alice looked at Val. "We seem to be leaving you out."

"You need not worry," he said. "I am enjoying the interaction between the two of you. It is most exciting."

"See," Alice said to Noki, "he's just like a real guy, he likes watching chicks make out."

"Less talk and more interaction," Noki insisted.

"So bossy," Alice said as she fell on top of Noki inducing fresh giggles. They engaged in a brief kiss then Alice gently bit and pulled at the girl's lower lip. Again, she marveled at how soft the girl's mouth was. She ended the gentle love bite and kissed her way down Noki's chin, down her neck, working her way to the middle of Noki's chest. She took a detour to the right to inspect a light brown nipple delivering another love bite. Noki gasped as Alice made her way to the other nipple where she licked, suckled and then bit. 

Giddy from pleasure, Alice laughed and said, "This is a lot of fun." 

Noki impatiently pushed at the top of Alice's head coaxing her lower.

"To boldly go where no woman has gone before," Britt said. 

Alice kissed her way passed the girl's belly button to the upper region of her pubic mound. Alice asked, "Your boyfriend go down on you a lot?"

"Yeah, Yuri, all the time," Noki said.

"Is he good at it?"

"No he sucks and not in a good way," Noki said. She propped herself up on her elbows and gave Alice a crossed look. "Don't you think this is a totally wrong time to be taking a survey?"

Alice knew she was putting off going down on the girl. Not that she found the task unpleasant, she stupidly worried she would suck at it like Yuri. 

Sensing Alice's anxiety, Val came to her rescue. "Just do to her what you like done to you."

"Easy for blue boy to say," Britt said. "He's probably programmed to give perfect head in a thousand different ways."




Ask Alice Ch. 05



Still propped on her elbows, Noki held Alice's gaze. 

With a nervous hitch in her breathing, Alice dove in and encircled the girl's wet clitoris with her mouth then flicked a stiff tongue along the length ... just the way she would like it.

"Clara's tits! Oh shit," Noki exclaimed as she fell flat on her back again. 

"That seems to be working," Britt said. Alice stifled a laugh and kept at it. 

"Yuri you fucking loser!" Noki yelled at the ceiling. "Oh, oh, oh yes! Oh Goddess take this woman!"

Noki filled her hands with Alice's hair, arched her back, lifting Alice off the bed briefly and then slammed back down. Alice liked her tits fondled while getting head so she snaked her arms under Noki's legs and took a c-cup in each hand. The moment she pinched at the girl's nipples, the Goddess Clara delivered on to her devotee the gift of orgasm. Alice did her best to keep her mouth in place as Noki bucked and twisted.

"Oh shit ... oh wow ..." Noki said around deep gulps of air. "I'm fucking dumping Yuri that incompetent doppler horse orifice! "

"Wonder which orifice on the doppler she''s referring to?" Britt chimed in.

As if she had heard Britt's question, Noki yelled through her hands covering her face, "He's the big fucking second hole!"

Alice had no idea what a doppler horse was as she envisioned a creature with two back ends, one bigger then the other.

"You should be proud," Britt said. "On your inaugural introduction to rug munching with another girl, you made her see the Goddess Clara." 

Alice pulled away from Noki's center, sat up and beamed with dirty pride.

"You were changing color the whole time you were pleasuring Noki," Val said.

Alice looked down, she was a deep blood red maroon. "This must be the color for seduction and giving head," she said.

"I wanna fuck you," Noki said to Val. Clearly, earlier shyness had left the building.

Val stood displaying his blue readiness. Alice rolled aside to allow him full access to Noki's spread legs. He knelt before her and delicately traced the swells of her breasts and the gentle curve of her belly with blue finger tips, then he bent forward and tenderly kissed her Clara tattoo, the very symbol that denied his ability to give honest pleasure to a woman. Alice slipped around so she could get a clear view of the AI's blue ass as he bent forward. 

"Fascinating," she whispered. 

She settled on the edge of the bed to watch, her mood-suit now a deep orange with moving flecks of yellow-white and bits of black making her look like a slow flowing magma river from a Hawaiian volcano. 

Val gripped his erection, guided the tip to Noki's wet pink opening and slid his blue nine inches deep into the girl. She made a barely audible sigh of pleasure at his entry. After a brief carnal pause, Val moved his hips with a slow rhythmic roll. Noki kept her eyes wide open looking into the exotic blue face above her, letting out little hitching gasps with each roll of his hips. Her hands brushed along his thighs then gripped his ass. 

Alice marveled at the wonderful and strange contrast of pale pink flesh and matte blue skin. She couldn't take her eyes off Val's slow gyrating ass. She had to touch it! She slid closer and dragged her hands over Val's smooth cheeks. Out of raunchy curiosity, she fingered his ass crack and sought out the hole, mildly surprised when she found one. Her hand dropped lower to fondle his balls, being careful as to not disturb his rhythm which had shifted to a steady in and out thrust.

"Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me," Noki chanted in a teeth clenched whisper in time with Val's every thrust.

Val ignored her chanting and appeared unwilling to answer her demand. Then suddenly he complied and the moment their mouths touched, Noki came. She quivered under him, the fingers of her hands dimpling deep into the skin his blue ass. If not for the kiss she probable would have screamed. They kiss broke, Noki sucked in air and asked in urgent, breathy curiosity, "Can you come?"

"Yes," the AI said sounding urgent too.

"Are you close?"

"Yes! Now!"

"Pull it out I wanna see you come!" Noki told him.

He sat up quickly, pulled out of her, gripped his wet erection and sprayed a jet of bright white fluid from Noki's bellybutton up to her chin. copious volleys followed striping the space between her breasts flooding the indentation of her bellybutton, little rivulets branched off oozing down both sides of her ribcage and belly.

"It's white," Noki said wiping at the mess on her chin and neck.

Alice laughed. "I thought it would be more like mirrored mercury."

"I will make the suggestion to my company," Val said in a breathy voice.

Alice couldn't tell if he was joking or not. 

Noki took a tentative lick at a messy finger. Her eyes narrowed, then widened then she started licking at the stuff on her hand whole hog.

"Good God, girl," Alice said a bit grossed out, "sleaze much?"

"It tastes like mocha," Noki said as she scraped more stuff from under her chin and licked her fingers.

"With all this blue you'd think he'd taste like cool spearmint," Britt said in her ear. "Anyway, it's the brain proteins. Not exactly a drug but a complicated molecule invented by the food industry that works on the brains connection to taste. You experienced it with the kisses. Brain proteins are a mainstay in the power bar industry. Apparently, the sex industry has found an inventive use for it too."

Alice dipped a pinky finger in Noki's filled navel and then put it in to her mouth. She tasted sweet creamy coffee spiked with whiskey, a beverage that led to an interesting night back in college. Alice held her hair back as she bent forward and slurped up Val's spunk from Noki's navel in a messy snort.

Noki let out a shrill laugh, then said, "Who's the sleazebag now?"

Alice licked her fingers lusciously, sat up and found herself at eye level with Val's semi hard wet blue cock. She took it into her hands to examine it. She lifted the shaft to look at the balls. Aside from being blue, they looked like normal male testicles.

"How long before you're ready to go again?" Alice asked.

"Not long," he said looking down at her. "A sweet beverage would help."

"Fridge," Alice said firmly.

Noki rolled off the bed, went to the fridge and rushed back a can of Nova Cola, popped it open and handed it to Val.

He accepted it with a nod and drank lustfully letting some run down his chin for lusty effect.

As he drank, Alice took his nearly soft penis in her hands and then her mouth. She immediately back away and barked a laugh.

"What?" Noki asked as she settled back onto the bed.

"He tastes like a Pepsi." Noki looked confused. "A Nova Cola," Alice corrected. She took him back into her mouth and explored his now fully flaccid member with her warm tongue enjoying his unique sensual texture. Then she felt him twitch in her mouth. Whether it was the soda or her warm attention stirring him, she couldn't say but within a minute she had a full blown erection in her mouth. She pulled him free, gripped him with two hands, looked up at him and said, "That was very interesting," She released her grip and lowered herself on her back to take full charge of the bed.

"You need to take off your cool mood suit," Noki observed.

"I wouldn't take all of it off," Britt said. "If it is anything like a Navy skin-suit, it will add interesting stimulation to blue guys love humping. According to the manual, it will release in sections for emergency removal. There are tabs at the hip to engage, it will also respond to a voice command. Just touch your hip and say off."

Alice ran her right hand over her right hip and said, "Off." the section of the suit around her bottom and crotch went dull gray. The remaining upper body and legs, stayed crimson. Val pinched at the gray part and pulled it away exposing her black trim pubic triangle.

"That's a surprise," Noki said. "Erotic dancers usually shave down there." 

"I'm trending," Alice said. She looked at Val and asked, "What now?"

"Get on all fours so I can take you from behind," Val said.

"Rough and dirty," Britt said. "A lover that can read your mind. Now that's something worth buying. What kind of financing do they offer?" 

"Shut up," Alice mumbled. She rolled over and got on her hands and knees on the bed. 

As Val maneuvered behind Alice, Noki asked the AI, "Why are you different from the Class-X? How do I know you're not going kill us?"

"Is this the right time for this conversation?" Alice asked felling exceptionally vulnerable in her current position. Val roughly arranged her hips then entered her with a smooth quick thrust. Immediately, he set a steady sliding pace and around Alice's gasps, he answered Noki's questions. 

"A Valentine Surrogate's ... mental parameters ... are different ... the Class-X bots were focused only on giving pleasure ... in time they became neurotic ... dangerous ... we Valentines have other duties programmed in ... I for one can cook and maintain a household budget."

"Man, you guys must be REALLY expensive," Noki said. 

"Stop distracting him!" Alice barked. 

Val and Alice left the land of sweet lovemaking and entered into the realm of a good hot fuck. His hands slid up and down the length of her back, she gasped out a breath at each thrust, the colors of her upper body and legs cycled like the surface of a yellow sun. The suit was doing something amazing to her nipples too. It was like someone was pinching and biting them in time with Val's thrusts. He suddenly grabbed a handful of her long hair and pulled her head back as he picked up the pace. The rough play pushed her over the edge, she came throwing the patches of her mood suit into mad rainbow swirls. After flash of brilliant white the pieces of the moos-suit went gray. 

"I think you shorted out the poor thing," Britt said.

Gasping for breaths from her orgasm, she demanded, "Again! Me on top!"

They swapped places; she hovered above him, steadied his wet erection and lowered herself down in a slick slide. She planted her hands firmly on his blue chest and got moving. Her mood-suit reset: her upper body became reflective mirror chrome, her legs took on the flowery pattern of the bed comforter then switched to lava then back to flowers. Maybe I DID short out the poor thing she mused. She looked down into Val's blue face, beads of sweat glistened on his forehead and chest, the smell of Old Spice, tobacco and a heady woman's perfume filled the air. His sweat must be loaded with those brain protein things she thought. Does he need to sweat? A sense of raunchy pride filled her at making a robot sweat. She suddenly became aware of the holo effect of tree glade in the room. Her eyes focused on a tree in the near distance, it was an old gnarly koa. In the shadow of the koa stood a woman naked and gray, her skin lined like wood grain, her nipples darkish knots. Noki asked for the glade of the Goddess Clara ... so that must be Clara.

She sucked in a hitching breath and came. "Goddess Clara Take this woman," she said staring at the gray woman of wood.

The smell of chlorine filled the room and the tasted a man's salty cum filled her mouth. It was the smell and tastes of her blowbang pool incident in 1983 Las Vegas. The memory confused her for the blowbang was nowhere near her list of life's pleasurable moments. It was extreme something she needed to do escape Lester Byson and Marco. 

In a sudden blur of seed, Alice found herself flat on her back with Val still deep inside of her. A real man, with strong legs and decent upper body strength might have been able to pull of the same stunt ... maybe. Without asking, he got moving. After ten rough thrusts, he informed her urgently, "I'm coming on your tits! Make them blue like me!"

He pulled out of her, gripped his erection and straddled her hips just as her chest took on his sweaty blue skin color without any conscious effort from her it seemed. His first gush of white arched high and splashed a line across her lips and chin, the rest sprayed onto her blue chest. She licked at the stuff on her lips and tasted seared rare beef. She had no idea what her brain was referencing with THAT taste. 

Curiosity urged her to ask, "Why make my tits blue?"

"I cannot honestly answer," Val said as he stroked his slowly fading erection.

Alice laughed, "You sure act like a real male."

"You called for the Goddess," Noki said to Alice. "Maybe you should join the order. She could hear the reverence in the girl's voice.

"Nothing spiritual about me," Alice said. "I just like fucking."

Val went to the bathroom and returned with a warm wash cloth. He tenderly wiped at Alice's face, neck, and chest. "Will it stain?" he asked her concerned about the material of her mood-suit.

"Tell the blue ox It's machine washable," Britt told her.

"Tell your companion program I can hear him," Val said.

"The whole time?" Britt asked.

The Al nodded.

"Oops" Britt said.

Val looked at Noki and said, "Play with yourself as I drink a cola to refresh."

"You're not done with us?" Noki asked.

"You have some time remaining," he said.

"Looks like you get bonus features," Britt said.

Val gave Alice a flat look.

"Sorry, shutting up," Britt said.

Sitting cross legged on her end of the big bed, Noki's hands slipped between her legs to work herself.

The tingling sensation was a constant dance just under Alice's skin not unlike a mild electric charge, but she knew it wasn't enough to launch her. How mush more free time did Val have? Was it enough? Her light phone rang somewhere in the room. 

"What the hell Britt?" Alice said beyond annoyed. "This is no time to let calls through! Take a fucking message!"

"You should take this call," Britt said seriously. "It's Lucy."

"Put her through," Alice said. 

"Since Val is picking up the room frequency, you might want to use the actual phone. 

Alice fumbled around, found the phone, and put it to her ear. She walked to the bathroom with her bottom totally naked and her top and legs a jet shiny black. 

Lucy spoke immediately. "The word has come down. The Navy is rounding up Liners that are tied to them. That means the cadets too. They just caught Georgia Kang. They may know where you are. Marko from the INI is heading to the hotel. I suggest that—" The line went dead.

"We're being blocked," Britt said. "I'll see what I can do. Get out Alice!" 

She rushed out of the bathroom and scrambled around to round up her discarded bottom, skirt and boots. For a few seconds, she puzzled at the gray scrap of seamless cloth that had been the bottom part of her mood suit. She had no idea how to put it back on but when she held it close to her body, it wrapped around her and attached itself on its own. It was kind of cool ... and a little creepy. The suit started changing colors immediately. "Turn yourself off," she said. The color changes stopped and the suit went light gray. 

Noki stopped playing with herself and asked, "You going?" She actually sounded sad.

"Have too," Alice said as she put on her skirt, she sat on the bed to slip on her boots.

"It has been a pleasure," Val said. "My company would appreciate an honest online review."

"It will be a rave," Alice assured him as she headed for the door.

Before she stepped out she heard Noki say to Val, "What do you know about the Kama Sutra?"

In spite of her panic to get out, Alice laughed and said, "Don't break the poor boy."

"Wonder if the girl is a Liner?" Britt asked.

"Wouldn't surprise me," Alice said. The door hissed open, she stepped out into the hall. Immediately, someone smashed into her almost knocking her off her feet. If not for a strong set of hands gripping her at the shoulders she would have gone down. She gasped when she found herself looking up into the face of Captain Kahakaloha. 

"Cadet Mihara!" a female voice came from her right. Alice turned and her heart dropped. It was Lieutenant Haiku of IIW. I'm busted, she thought totally defeated.

"We don't have time for whatever this is, Mavis" Kahakaloha said. "If INI tracks you down before I can get you back to the ship you'll be stuck in a Nimitz cell block for a long time."

Not busted! Alice thought with relief. Haiku's a Liner too and on the run like me. And it looks like the Captain knows his Lieutenant's secret. Alice said, "Marko, from the INI is on his way."

"How do you know this?" Haiku asked as she grabbed Alice's arm.

"I have my sources," Alice said yanking her arm free from Haiku's grasp.

"I don't wanna know what this is all about," Kahakaloha said looking at Alice. "But it's clear we can't get out through the lobby." Kahakaloha pulled out his FTL. 

"They're blocking calls to the hotel," Alice said.

"I'll go down stairs and run interference if I can," Kahakaloha said. "Mavis, go up to the roof. I'll see if I can get you a ride home."

"They'll expect that," Haiku said. "Best bet is to talk my way into a room booked to a civilian. The Navy would have to use the New Fuji local police to get a warrant. That will take them some time."

"Do it," Kahakaloha said heading to the elevators.

"I found an open band," Britt said. "There is a Navy sky van on the roof as we speak."

"You were right, they're watching the roof," Alice said.

Haiku pulled out her FTL and looked at the screen. "I'm still down. You must have better sources then I do," Haiku poked at her FTL as she mumbled curses in local Hawaii pidgin, "Gonfonit! Okole face lolo, stupid heads!"

It warmed Alice to hear the familiar swear words. "Are you talking to your companion?" Alice asked.

"Got that fucking chip pulled out of my head a long time ago," Haiku said flatly. "I'm going up a couple of floors." Haiku headed toward the stairs. Not knowing what else to do, Alice followed her. They went up three flights then burst into a hall identical to the one they left below. The hall was empty.

"The hotel is on lock down," Haiku said. "No one will come out until they get the all clear." 

"Can't we break into a room? You know how pick a lock right?" Alice asked as her panic grew.

"What locks?" Haiku said to Alice like she was too stupid to walk. None of the doors had locks or even door nobs for that matter. "Without help from my FTL I can't get in a room," Haiku said with frustration.

"I'm back in touch with Lucy," Britt said. "Want me to call her? She has a knack for breaking and entry."

"Tell her to open a room on the floor we're on!" Alice barked.

Seconds later, a door three down from where they stood slid open. 

"Sanctuary," Britt said.

Haiku looked impressed as they headed for the open door. The moment the door closed behind them, Haiku rounded on Alice. "Who the fuck are you and who do you work for?"

"I'm Alice Mihara, I work for nobody! I just have interesting friends."

"Namely me, her trusty companion program," Britt said suddenly standing among them in his handsome dark skinned young man avatar. He wore black slacks, black boots, a white shirt with a bright purple vest making him look like a refugee from an eighties variety show. 

"Is this a a new companion program?" Haiku asked with a frown. "Last I saw, it was a tall blond chick."

"That was Pansy," Alice said. "I had to leave her behind because she was about to turn me in."

"Then who is this?" Haiku asked.

"Britt, my suicide phone," Alice said. 

"Suicide phone?" Haiku said looking at Britt's holo image with fresh interest. "Those are hell to come by not to mention illegal." She sounded more impressed than accusatory though. Haiku looked at Alice. "I'm assuming you know what you are."

"A Liner like you," Alice said. The comment took Haiku off guard and she looked somewhere between pissed and panicked.

Alice rolled her eyes. "You're running from the INI like me! What else WOULD you be?