Back at the Pisspot, Suzanne had found a sun lounger, and was now laying back on it, having positioned it a short distance outside the doors. She had her eyes closed, her 2003 vintage iPod in her ears, and was catching some rays.
Out of deference to her grandfather, she kept her clothes on.
Nearby, Professor Wot was pottering about, examining some of the local flora.
Apropos of nothing, Suzanne said, "you never did mention the other options to Cliff."
"What options?" grunted the Professor.
"Well, me and Lola... or you and Cliff."
The old man looked up, holding his long, white hair out of his eyes. "He's a handsome young man," he grimaced, "but I don't think he's quite ready for that one."
Suzanne laughed, but was interrupted as Cliff burst through the trees, his own shirt open to the waist, and Lola's blouse in one hand. "It's Miss McGovern," he panted, "I've lost her."
***
"How can you have lost her?" harrumphed the Professor, as they retraced Cliff's steps back through the jungle.
"I don't know!" Cliff was on the edge of panic. "She said something about what if there were other people on this planet, and then she wandered off! I haven't seen her since!"
Suzanne placed her little hand on his shoulder in a gesture of comfort. "We'll find her," she promised.
Cliff looked back and saw the sympathy in her eyes. He smiled and nodded.
A few minutes later, they came across the blanket, which Cliff had left at the site of their failed love-making. Suzanne bent down and picked it up, giving him another flash of her thong, before folding the blanket carefully.
"Miss McGovern!" shouted the Professor. "Are you there?"
"I've searched all round here," said Cliff.
"Very well. Then we press on."
They moved on through the still, grey jungle, calling Lola's name. The Professor examined broken twigs and crushed plants, telling them that they were on the right trail. It still came as a shock when they burst through the trees, and found themselves looking down on an extraordinary sight.
"It's a city," gaped Cliff. "A whole, alien city."
It filled the whole valley below them, strange cones and globes and other shapes in a confusing profusion, covering several square miles.
"I think she went down there," said the Professor.
"You reckon?"
The old man scowled at Cliff. "So we'd better get after her... hadn't we?"
***
Lola wandered through the shiny, metal corridors, completely lost. She had entered the city over an hour ago, hoping to find someone alive, perhaps a nice married couple, prepared to spend a weekend inside the Pisspot, doing... whatever needed to be done. Then she and Cliff could get home and back to their normal lives, without the embarrassment of entering into intimate knowledge of one another. A part of her knew that she had been bored and unfulfilled at Fail Hill School, but now she wanted that old life back, more than anything. Distractingly, she also regretted leaving her blouse behind, so that now she was in this strange place in just her skirt and a thin slip.
Somehow, she had taken a wrong turn, and the next thing she knew, doors closed and she was trapped in a small room. There was the sensation of dropping downwards, and she realised she was in a lift or elevator, taking her down many floors, deep into the structure. The lift opened, depositing her into another featureless corridor, but this one was deep underground. Lost and alone, she began to sense that she had made a poor decision. She had seen no people, no nice married couples. The city seemed as dead as the jungle outside.
And then another door slammed shut behind her, sliding down from a hidden groove in the ceiling. Lola turned and scrabbled at it, trying desperately to get back through, but there were no handles and no means of opening it. She turned back and screamed. Something was approaching her. Some kind of machine. As she pressed back into the wall, desperate to get away, a huge sucker on a long metal arm thrust forwards and clamped itself over her massive left tit.
She opened her mouth to scream again, but from inside the wall behind her, another device sprang out and forced itself between her teeth. It took her a second to process that it was a ball gag. Cuffs clamped shut on her wrists and pulled them painfully behind her back. She could feel more movement behind her, and then her heavy woollen skirt came loose. She watched in horror as it slid down her legs, pooling on the floor, leaving her in just her underwear. A few minutes inside this city and she was half-dressed and immobilised.
The sucker cup seemed to be probing and kneading her breast. She could feel it through the material of her bra, examining every inch of her. "Please..." she begged, "why are you doing this?"