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.Stopover in a little louder town	By : keithcompany Category: S through Z > The Twilight Zone Views: 2465 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Oh… Okay," she said. She peered forward instead, trying to see which of the other girls was not in a seat in front of her somewhere.
"Now, sit quietly," Carl ordered. Whoever was behind her ran long fingers through her hair. She found herself leaning into the touch. It had been a while.
The hands stopped suddenly, them moved to her shirt. Lisa realized that Carl was talking to this girl as well, giving her orders with a voice no one else could hear.
The possibilities loomed large in her head. Would he be interrupting meals or conversations with commands? Could she explain herself?
The hem of her t-shirt eased up over her breasts and she was brought back to her current situation. The hands gently stroked the cups of her bra. Her nipples became erect and the mysterious woman found them. She played and stroked the area over the areolas, cupping the boobs and lifting them gently.
Fingertips quested over the surface and found the front clasp of the bra. Lisa breathed in sharply in anticipation. But the clasp wasn't opened. The hands went back to stroking.
Suddenly, fingers pried under her bra and yanked the cups up to her shoulders. Streaks of pain from scraping fingertips flared then dimmed. Then they were forgotten as Lisa's nipples were rubbed, squeezed, then tugged outwards.
"Ngh," she moaned, all she could manage. She kept her jaw tight to avoid shouting.
"Good girl," Carl whispered. "No need to interrupt the movie, eh?"
She shook her head violently. Not that she felt that strongly about agreeing with him, but she was twisting her crotch on the chair's surface and wanted to hide the movement.
It was probably a moot point, the woman behind her could hardly miss the smell of her arousal.
The fingers of the hands spread, cupping and squeezing more and more of Lisa's boobs, lifting and kneading the flesh. She moaned again.
The right hand suddenly caressed its way up to Lisa's throat, then drew across her shoulders to the left. From that side it returned to stroking and touching the breasts while the left hand went lower.
Fingertips spider-crawled over her belly, pausing to tickle her belly button. Then they continued. Her thighs trembled as they were touched, stroked…spread. Fingers ran through her groin, through the curls of her hair. They found her slit and hardly paused before penetrating. Two fingers slipped inside of her, moving around in the wet, hot pussy.
She spread her legs, stretching the shorts, levering her thighs against the arms between the seats. She forced herself onto the fingers as best she could, making them as welcome as possible. They explored and played, stroking her across the lips. Another finger stroked against her clit.
"Quiet, now," Carl repeated. The voice reminded her that all this was under scrutiny. A giant was watching her and her mysterious partner, playing them like puppets. All while she was to avoid being caught by her friends.
She exulted in the secret sex, in knowing that she knew what was happening while Bobbi or Meg or Leslie thought that they and Carl were going through a short dry spell. The secret, the scrutiny and the possibility of being caught all worked to excite her.
She bit down hard and slammed her thighs tight. The trapped hand fluttered like an animal in a trap and the stimulus pushed Lisa over the edge.
"Wrrmph!" she whispered as she came. The hand on her breast squeezed a nipple as she did. When she relaxed and released her prisoner, the hand rose slowly up. One wet finger was extended. Lisa leaned forward to kiss it, but the mystery woman poked it to the back of her throat. She tasted herself, come and sweat, on the pads and knuckles wriggling around in her mouth.
Then she was gone. Lisa sat through the remainder of the movie, still tied in place. She listened hard, but couldn't tell when the other girl went back to her own seat, or even which direction she took.
She forgot about her bared breasts until the lights came on.
"Good movie," Kate said as she turned to lead the way out. Lisa yanked at her hands, but they wouldn't move. Girls streamed up the aisles on either side.
"I liked the dancing," Halle was saying.
"I didn't know that was where the Nike logo came from," Jackie said.
"That's not where it came from," Donna pointed out.
"How can you say that? We just saw it!"
"Whoa." Lisa turned to find Kate at the end of her row. Just as she looked, her hands came free. She covered her breasts and started lowering her shirt.
"Wow, Lisa," Petra said, "You must really like jousting."
"It, uh…I…"
"Good thing Carl's on probation," Bree said. "If he saw you like this, he'd have snatched you up into the sky and eaten you up!"
"Yes, well…" She restored her clothing as the others filed out. Her eyes were down on the floor, and she was sure her blush would be visible from orbit. Someone paused before walking past her.
She looked up and found Fiona smiling at her. The taller woman looked right at Lisa and licked her lips, then moved on. Fi! Lisa shouted in her mind. Now she knew who-
April had paused right after Fi. She looked at Lisa, giggled, then licked her own lips and ran off.
"Two confessions?" Lisa asked herself. "What the hell do I need with TWO confessions?"
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Halle led the squadron of go carts to the warehouse and parked. "Last one in has to mop up after!" she shouted and ran to the door.
"Mop up what?" Jackie asked. But there was no response.
They crowded through the door. Lights came on to reveal a series of gantries. Metal frames held a variety of hoses, cables and….
"Is this a car wash?" Petra asked. She walked over to tug at a bundle of fabric on a swivel. It looked like the stacked scrub brushes of a tunnel wash. The arch was on a rail, though, and appeared to be able to move.
"Controls?" Donna asked. She'd found a simple panel on an arch full of hoses. Two joysticks and a selector dial lay at her fingertips. She moved one stick and the nozzles responded.
Kate wandered around under the arches. "There's no rail to guide a car through," she said. She hopped up and down for a second. "Is this a padded floor?"
"How big are the cars that're going to be washed here?" Meg asked. She was staring at the doorway set into one wall. It was about 15 feet tall and twenty feet wide.
"Guys?" Bree called. She was at the other end of the line of arches. At the spot where a car would drive out of the wash was a canvas funnel. It looked like a tent lay on its side. Shock absorbers connected the canvas to the frame that held it. A foot-wide hose at the far end led to a sunken drain. "I don't think this is a car wash…"
"The wall!" Kate shouted. "It's at the edge of Pleasantville! It's… It's at the end of the table, isn't it?"
"This is a… " April waved her hands, searching for the right word.
"A wank station," Meg supplied.
"What do you think?!" Halle called out. She was standing on a catwalk over the top. "If this works, Carl will give nearly anything to have us bring him off. We'll have him by the balls!"
"That's what I'm worried about," Kate muttered.
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Each arch had two operator stations. One controlled the washing equipment, one moved it back and forth on the rails. Chips were drawn from a sack and girls went to the places identified.
April and Fiona ended up on the catwalk with Halle. "What are we doing here?"
"I dunno," Halle said. "I just figured some troubleshooters would be handy to have." She tapped a few controls. "This will be a drill," she shouted. Hoses surged and brushes spun.
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Halle hadn't just thought of having Carl make the arches. After two walk-throughs, they went to the dress rehearsal. The lights dimmed and music started to play. "Disco?" Meg asked.
"Can I run the music?" April asked.
"No," Halle replied, "I've got it all worked out.
"Why the mood lighting?" Fi asked. "Carl's not going to see it?"
"It's for us," Halle explained. "Get into it, girls! We have to make this better than self-abuse." She started to dance a bit on the catwalk. Lisa cranked hard on her joystick, squirting streams of soap out of the nozzles she controlled. They sprayed across a spinning brush, spattering soap in all directions. Soapy girls started to dance to the music, playing around with their equipment.
April and Fi had nothing to do, so they started dancing with each other. Someone threw a handful of suds at the catwalk and hit Fi. April started to smear them across the bare midriff of the other girl. Fi danced closer and lifted her shirt a little bit. April covered more and more of the belly with soap.
An alarm sounded. Lights surrounding the door started to flash. "He's early!" Halle shouted. She grabbed a microphone. "You're early!"
"Can't wait," Carl said. "They're…they're hot!" The door slid open and the giant's cock burst into the tunnel.
Girls squealed as the long fleshy bar passed under the arches, coming to rest with the tip just barely touching the canvas at the end.
Soap and scented oils were sprayed back and forth, covering the cock with suds and streaks. Then the brushes and foam bars descended, rubbing him in several places.
Leslie had a smaller hose at the end and sprayed a stream of hot soapy water back and forth across the knob.
They could feel Carl's moans shake the building, but no one could hear him over the beat.
They tried to coordinate the arches, moving in the same direction the same distance. The building shook as Carl started to react. His cock pulsed across the floor, his mass slamming the side of the warehouse.
"He's going to smash the place!" someone screamed.
"STOP MOVING!" Lisa shouted. "That's an order!" To the amazement of all, Carl obeyed. He grunted and froze in place.
"I'm so close," he groaned. "But it's not… It's not…."
"Gotcha!" Fiona shouted. She vaulted over the edge of the catwalk and landed on the knob. Her fingernails grabbed the ridge and she stayed at the top. She writhed in the oils and suds. The cock started to bounce up and down slightly. Of course, slightly for Carl meant the length of any girl's leg. Fiona dug in and rode through it.
"Nearly!" he shouted.
April followed Fi but missed the ridge. She kicked and grabbed but nothing stopped her slow slide down the slippery slope. She screamed without stopping. Her violent grabs were the softest of caresses to Carl, though, and pushed him over the edge. With a wordless, mindless growl he came. The first bolus came out just as April dropped off the end, striking her in the gut and blasting her into the canvas.
"April!" Leslie shouted. Blast after blast of semen shot out, covering the poor girl with viscous goo. Leslie shoved her hose past the cock and blasted April with the water. It broke up the semen, clearing April's face before she drowned.
Leslie eased off of the trigger and washed more of April off. Carl sighed and pulled himself out, leaving room for Leslie to move closer. Fiona slid down to the padded floor and ran to help April stand up. The girl coughed and spat as they cleaned her off.
"Next time," she sputtered, "I'm running the fucking music."
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Carl reached down to the board and moved his howitzer to the Chance block. The billboard told him to go to jail. He chuckled and moved the piece. "Okay," he said, "Jackie's turn." Just then the dome over Pleasantville flickered, giving the girls a quick glimpse of his looming form. Lights in the buildings flickered while the dome was clear.
"What's happening?" someone shouted.
"Hang on." The lights and the sky steadied. The girls moved slowly across the board, gathering in one group in the center.
The giant was gone, or at least quiet, for a long while. After a while they started storing the game pieces, then they walked back to their houses.
Dinner was quick and cold. The power to the stoves kept surging to overheating or fading to nothing.
A couple of hours after the artificial sunset Carl found them on the porches and lawn chairs. Everyone was outside waiting for him.
"Good new and bad news," his voice said.
"Bad first," Lisa suggested.
"Somehow, my computing system has learned the Name Game."
"Carl, Carl, mo-Carl?" Meg asked.
"That's the one," he said. "And it's been playing that game with every single name in the databanks."
"How…many names?" Leslie asked.
"Every noun, nickname and Proper Name in every language, covering forty planets." Kate gave a low whistle. "Yep. So, since the computer is a learning system, it's 'learning' that song, one verse for nearly every word in memory. Which is eating up memory."
"What does that have to do with the lights?" Bobbi asked.
"Same thing it has to do with the rollercoaster," he replied. "Basic computer functions are being clogged up or devoured by the Name Game subroutine. We're losing life support and basic systems."
"Can't you stop it?" Kate suggested.
"No. No, lowly employees don't have the necessary access. I have to get to a Relay Station and reboot the whole system."
"Can we skip to the good news?" Fiona asked.
"That is the good news. I have had to turn around and go back to Earth. That's the nearest relay. I'm going to need you guys' help getting there, but once we do, I'll let you go."
"Really?" Halle asked.
"Help?" Kate asked.
"Some ship's functions can be reduced to in or out of tolerance," he explained. "I can set you up with a simple control system. You keep the indicator in the bands, you don't really need to know what it does."
And thus they had the video parlor. Four control panels were placed inside the train station. The controls resembled video games from the early '80s: a joystick or trackball and one to three pushbuttons.
The displays were circles or bands and the operator kept a cursor out of the 'we're going to die' areas, trying to center it in the area labeled 'we live.'
Meg moaned at the sight. "I thought Nintendo control was the industry standard! I can't work under these conditions!"
Lisa created a watchbill. Each girl spent four hours operating the screen and 8 hours trying to blink the phantom cursor out of their eyes.
At one point, Fi threatened to strangle the next girl that said she wished they were WII…
Carl sympathized but couldn't help much. His hands were full operating systems that required more interface. He did declare an emergency, which allowed him to use a higher speed setting on the engines. The trip of recent months was reduced to mere weeks on the return.
Donna hardly noticed when they were back in Earth orbit. She was operating the machine they'd labeled 'The Tire' because of the display. Carl couldn't or wouldn't explain what each set of controls was affecting, so they never knew if it was propulsion, life support or navigation that depended on their efforts. It didn't matter much. After two weeks, her brain was largely pickled.
After the screen shut off, she manipulated the trackball for another five minutes before noticing.
"Hey. Hey?"
"It…I think I broke it…." April moaned.
"No, no," Fiona said. "It stopped. They all stopped. We're… We're there?"
"The sky!" someone outside shouted. They moved to the door. The dome of Pleasantville stopped showing the fake sky. Instead there was an astronaut's eye view of Earth. The blue and green marble spun slowly over their heads.
"We're there," Kate said softly.
"Sure are," Carl said. His hand came into view beside the planet, lowering a sample case down towards where the girls stood. "I can't thank you enough. But maybe letting you guys go back to your planet, your people, that's a start." The case grounded and the girls started to walk towards it.
"Wait!" Kate shouted. Everyone froze. "What time is it?"
Bobbi glanced at the globe. "Sunrise in India, why?"
"No. The date!"
"What difference does it make?" Bree asked.
"Relativity," Kate said.
"Ooooh," Halle moaned.
"What?" several girls asked.
"We've been traveling at greater than light speed, right?" she asked.
"Yeah," Carl's voice agreed.
"Then…time has passed differently on Earth than it has for us on the spaceship, right?"
"Yes, yes, what's your point?"
"I just…I don't know if I want to be one of the Lost Cheerleaders. Girls famous for showing up a century or two after they disappeared." She squirmed a bit under everyone's gaze. "I mean, would you expect a Regency Court noblewoman to really enjoy Manhattan in the 1990's?"
"Indoor plumbing," Bree said. "Innoculations. Paved roads. Birth control. The vote. What's not to love?" She grabbed Kate by the arm and started to drag her to the case.
"Wait, you know what relativity IS but you don't know what it DOES?" Carl said with a laugh. He was still laughing as he closed the lid on the case.
It was dark where he put them down. One moment they were in the artificial gravity of the case, then they spilled out across a small field of grass dotted here and there with trees.
"There are still trees!" Leslie said. "Yay environmentalism!"
"Not necessarily," Petra said. She was face down next to a pile of cigarette butts. "Rat bastards haven't gotten over nicotine yet."
"Or littering," Jackie said, kicking at a Budweiser can in the grass.
"Wait," Kate muttered. "All this time and they still have recognizable brands of beer?"
"How much time do you think it is?" Fiona asked.
"Well, not knowing exactly what our speed was…"
"What's that noise?" Lisa interrupted. "Some sort of…marching band?"
"That's our school!" Bobbi shouted.
"That's our cheer!" April shrieked. They started running across the campus. They got to the stadium just as the smoke bombs went off to cover Carl's original kidnapping.
Kate never told anyone, but she was sure that she even saw a shadowy, giant hand reach down through the clouds and lift her other self up to the sky.
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