He had the rest of their lives planned to perfection...he only missed one small detail.
Randy had a good life. He owned a successful business, had two wonderful children and a beautiful wife. Now that their youngest was off to college, Randy was eager to reap the benefits of having had children young. To his way of thinking, becoming empty nesters in their early forties was just about perfect. But his wife had other plans.
Following the divorce, and a bit of soul searching, Randy decides to take a Grand Tour of his homeland and really
own
his mid-life crisis. He buys a fast car, kisses his kids goodbye and heads west. He would soon discover, however, that fate had one more surprise in store for him.
After accidentally saving an ill-tempered alien with a cockney accent and a devastating appetite for junk food, Randy embarks on an adventure beyond his wildest imagination with a companion whose abilities seem boundless. Along the way, he encounters the best and worst of humanity and meets a bevy of remarkable women.
Incorrigible is the tale of a good man who, in rescuing an alien, finds himself in a very human struggle between good and evil. His new companion tosses out Faustian bargains like candy, forcing him to navigate the fine line between finding true happiness and losing his soul.
Author's note:
This novel is a work of sci-fi adventure. I've split it into four sections for publication here.
All sensuality (on page or otherwise) takes place between characters who are eighteen or older.
Twelve
"This hotel is amazing, Randy," Olga gushed. "Must be nicest hotel in entire city."
"Far from it, actually. But I'll certainly agree that it's far better than the dump we stayed in last night."
"Why did you get such big suite? Do you not believe I wish to sleep with you tonight? We hardly have need of three rooms."
Randy merely shrugged and gave her a weak smile since he could come up with no reasonable way to explain the hungover alien who would soon be the second room's resident. He had tried to rent a separate room for Cnychwr, but there had been some kind of convention in town and the President's suite had been all that was available.
To his great surprise, and relief, she returned his smile and said, "Are you hungry? Or do you wish to do anal now?"
"You drive a hard bargain my dear," Randy responded, his thoughts requiring every centiliter of blood remaining in his brain after the rest had rushed to his groin. "But I know for a fact that all you've eaten today is some yogurt and toast at breakfast."
"You could feed me your cock, to tide over. Semen can be very nourishing."
"God damn, woman. You're like a fantasy come to life."
"Does that mean you want me to suck cock now?"
"That sounds delightful, my dear. But you will find that I always attend to your needs first, whether that means your pleasure or your full belly."
She pouted for a moment before saying, "Very well. But I will be very disappointed if you do not feed me semen tonight."
"Saint Augustine was a pussy," Randy muttered to himself after closing the door to his suite to return to the Mustang in search of Cnychwr, who he was seriously contemplating abandoning if there was a single additional instance of cock-blocking.
He found Cnychwr sleeping peacefully in the rear of the car and gently shook him on what was the nearest equivalent to the hexaped's shoulder.
"Go away," the alien muttered. "Sleeping."
"We've arrived at the hotel. Time to relocate to your room where I've disabled the phone and instructed the staff you're to receive no room service."
"Don't worry," Cnychwr grumbled. "I'm never eating a slice of pizza again in my life."
"Ah, the sanctity of a hangover. Many's the time that I've sworn to every God I could remember that I'd never drink again."
"I truly mean it, my friend. I feel wretched."
"I don't doubt it. How do you want to move to the room?"
"Would it be beneath your dignity to carry me? I can conceal my presence for the trip."
"I'll look pretty silly holding air. How about a large duffel?"
Cnychwr sighed and said, "If we must."
Randy opened the trunk and upended the contents of the bag onto the trunk's floor before slamming the lid closed. He set it in the Mustang's passenger seat and Cnychwr crawled into it. Once he had settled himself, he shimmered briefly before vanishing. Randy carried him up to the suite. He paused at the door to listen but could hear no sound of movement inside. He opened the door quietly and, seeing no sign of Olga, hurriedly tiptoed across the large living room until he reached the smallest of the three bedrooms. He slipped inside and closed the door behind him, setting the duffel on the bed and sighing with relief.
He opened the bag and whispered, "We're here. You can hop out."
"I do not
hop
," Cnychwr grumbled loudly as he languidly crawled from the bag before collapsing on the bed.
"Keep it down, would ya?"
Cnychwr huffed and loudly retorted, "My own counsel shall I keep on the volume of my voice."
"Randy?" Olga's voice called softly as he heard the door open behind him.
"Fuck," he whispered before turning to face her in the hope that his body would obscure the alien behind him.
"Who's there?" Cnychwr asked loudly. Randy heard movement behind him, followed by the alien muttering, "Oh, it's just your female."
"Listen," Randy stammered. "I can explain."
"Is fine. Am sure you will get hard when I take you in mouth."
"Huh?"
Olga glanced down shyly, causing Randy to notice for the first time that she was completely naked. She trailed a finger down the line of his shirt's buttons before arriving at his zipper. His cock twitched in spite of the mind-numbing awkwardness of the situation. She smiled and said, "You see? Is no problem."
