So shortly after the Fuckfest, I had a talk with Aiyana, to see how she felt about the whole experience.

 

 

Luckily, she had no regrets. She was still processing how much she could personally get into it, but she said it had been an undeniably fulfilling sexual experience, and she was looking forward to experimenting more.

 

 

So I was a lucky guy, right? The mother of my child, happy to join the same sex club I was in. Nothing could go wrong.

 

Except a couple of months later, when we found out there were some consequences to our recently lax approach to using birth control.

 

 

Yeah, so Anna had gotten knocked up at the Fuckfest. She couldn't be absolutely sure who the father was, but it was very likely Dan, since he'd been the only one to give her a proper intentional creampie. Anyway, another strict rule we had was that, if someone got pregnant, it was entirely up to them what to do. No pressure from anyone else. Anna decided to keep the baby.

 

 

But the truth is, she wasn't the only one who got knocked up that day. 

 

 

Grace had also gotten the double blue line. She had already decided to have an abortion before she told me, and she didn't tell the rest of the group. The only reason she told me was, due to our experiences that day, there was very little doubt I was responsible.

 

 

Of course, I was happy to keep this secret between us, because I thought this might be a little too much for Aiyana after her very first experience with the group. And it didn't put a strain on my relationship with Grace. If anything, it intensified it. Although our liaisons were starting to involve heavier and heavier alcohol consumption.

 

 

Anyway, let me go backwards just a bit. After the Fuckfest, I had gotten that email from some nameless scientist about my Strangerville story. I had responded, and was just waiting to hear from him again. A few weeks later, I got another email.

 

 

Mr. Strathclyde:

 

I write again using an encrypted algorithm, so you won't be able to trace me. But I am prepared to meet eventually, if you wish to pursue what I have to tell you.

 

 

The company I work for is convinced that the strange plant-like creature you encountered in Strangerville was indeed extraterrestrial in origin. And this is a serious company. Not just some fringe conspiracy theorists with money. The research I have been a part of has followed two lines. First, how to pinpoint the Mother Plant's origin.

 

 

Second, how to crack the Mother Plant's apparent mind control abilities.

 

 

Well, it didn't take long for us to understand how the spores work. The government had already been half way there. This was how you were able to use their research to create a vaccine of sorts.

 

 

But while the company was focused on how the Mother Plant communicated with the spores, I was more interested in how the spores communicated control commands to the sim mind.

 

I mean, I could definitely use the ability to exert some control over some people. I live in a cheap apartment and all my neighbors are hookers. Sometimes I have to remind them I can hear them through the walls. I mean, they are nice girls. I'll even visit them at the gentlemen's club that serves as their front.

 

 

But when I'm trying to sleep in the middle of the night, and the moaning of some John next door wakes me up, having a psychic alien mute button would be helpful, right?

 

Anyway, I think I've discovered something no one else in this lab has: the language the spores use to control us. It's not a chemical signal. It's a very high-frequency electromagnetic signal. I need to test this outside the lab. Which you may be able to help with. Intrigued yet? If not, consider this. Remember the story a few weeks ago about all the people at the San Myshuno gym who passed out? Gas leak or something, they said?

 

 

It wasn't. It was me. It was my first field test of the Mother Plant signals.

 

 

Does that get you interested? If so, reply and let me know.

 

Just a scientist

 

 

Obviously, I was interested. It sounded crazy, but after what I'd seen in Strangerville, it was at least worth looking into.

 

Just a scientist

 

Am still interested. Let's discuss more.

 

CS

 

But he'd given too much away in his email. From the San Myshuno gym to the hookers to the strip club, I couldn't pinpoint exactly where he was, but I knew where to look. So I popped over to Planet Honey to talk to Corey. I made it like I was just on a weed run, but I asked him about any new nerdy clients that stuck out. He didn't have anything for me. The only person acting weird, he said, was his brother. Demarius had apparently decided to start hooking up with some blonde bimbo he met through a sugar dating app. He was spending so much time with her, he was neglecting his regular girls.

 

 

And I decided that, at the very least, I should spend some time with some of Demarius' girls. You know, for research background purposes.

 

 

Anyway, while I was waiting to hear back from this supposed scientist, I decided to fly back out to Tomarang and see if I couldn't make any progress on the sex trafficking story.

 

I scoped out one of the low-rent apartments I expected housed some of the local girls.

 

 

And I saw someone there who definitely wasn't a local. Very touristy.

 

 

So I waited for him to leave, and went in to talk to these girls myself. One of them turned out to be that 15-year-old who had offered me the blowjob on my last trip. The other was her roommate/fellow whore. She looked equally young.

 

 

I tried to pry some information out of them about the sex trade in Tomarang.

 

 

But they continued to be very tight-lipped.

 

 

And eventually, they made it clear that if I wasn't going to pay one of them for a blowjob, I was wasting their time.

 

 

And, again, sorry, but this was too creepy for me, so I took my leave.

 

After I flew back home, I told the entire story to Aiyana.

 

 

I swear to God, she asked me, "Why didn't you just let one of them give you a blowjob? Fifteen is legal there."

 

 

I reminded her that whatever was legal there, there were still laws against sex tourism here, and besides, legalities aside, I just thought it was wrong. Maybe even morally wrong. Despite the fact that morals weren't something I usually cared about.

 

 

So you know what Aiyana did? She reminded me why she's so special.

 

"Well," she said, "I think for your upstanding behavior you deserve a reward."

 

 

And she proceeded to give me the blowjob that I'd earned but been too upstanding to accept.

 

 

I mean, how lucky of a guy was I?