Arthur's Reward

Chapter 1

Let me begin by telling you about myself. My name is Art Glasser.
That's what most people call me - Art, or Artie as my mom calls
me. Actually, my real name is Arthur, that's why I named this
story Arthur's Reward. I thought about naming it Art's Reward but
thought someone might think it was about art, like in painting or
something like that. So I used my real name instead of my
nickname.

Anyway, I'm in my twenties and live in the Phoenix area. I went
to community college where I studied to be a computer technician.
By the time I graduated, I couldn't find a job in the computer
field, so I did the next best thing, working as an independent
contractor installing satellite tv systems. It wasn't hard work
and I was good at it because of my technical background.

I don't know what it's like where you live, but in this area it
seems like everyone's getting satellite tv. Business was good,
and after a couple of years I was able to buy a small house that
I could run my business from. It only had two bedrooms and one
bathroom, but the previous owner had built a large garage where I
could store my equipment.

Well, that's some of my background. This story really started
when I was up on the roof of a double-wide in the east valley
adjusting the satellite dish I was in the process of installing.
Out of nowhere, I heard a voice say "Aim for the Superstitions."
Well, that didn't make any sense at all. If you know anything
about satellite tv, you know the dish needs to be pointed south
so it can pick up the signal from the satellite. The Superstition
Mountains were east of where I was installing the dish.

I looked around, trying to find out where the voice was coming
from, but couldn't see anyone. Ignoring the voice, I went back to
installing the dish when I heard the same voice say, "Do as I
say. Aim for the Superstitions." Now, hearing it again, I
understood that I wasn't hearing the voice with my ears, it was
in my head. I didn't know what to do about it, when the voice
repeated, "Aim for the Superstitions. You will be rewarded."

I didn't see any harm in temporarily following the voice, so I
loosened a couple of bolts and turned the dish in the general
direction of the Superstitions. The voice gave more specific
directions for adjusting the dish until he (I thought of it as
male) seemed satisfied and told me to tighten the bolts.

Well, that wasn't all he wanted. While I was waiting to find out
what would happen next, the voice gave me detailed directions for
feeding electrical power into the dish's receiver. I couldn't see
what that would do except burn out the receiver. "No," I mentally
told the voice. "That doesn't make any sense." But as it turned
out, there wasn't anything I could do about it. Somehow, the
voice forced me to follow all his orders.

It took a couple of hours to do everything the voice wanted,
longer than a full satellite dish installation usually takes.
Finally, everything was ready and I threw the switch that sent
power into the dish receiver. There was a bright flash as the
receiver burned out, then nothing as the circuit blew.

The rest of my day was spent fixing all the damage caused by
following the voice. Luckily, the double-wide's owners didn't get
too mad when the receiver burned out and the circuit blew. I had
another receiver in the truck and was able to finish the job by
four o'clock. After I showed them how to operate the system, and
it was working like it was supposed to (I do good work), they
seemed satisfied, especially when I gave them a discount on my
fee. I had another installation scheduled for that afternoon, but
had to postpone it to tomorrow because of the delay from
following the voice. Chalking up the experience as some more of
the weirdness associated with the Superstition Mountains, all I
wanted was to get home, put my feet up and open a beer.

You can guess my surprise when I opened my front door to find
Michael Rennie waiting for me. If you don't know who Michael
Rennie is, he's the actor who played Klaatu, the alien, in the
movie "The Day the Earth Stood Still." (I'm a big sci-fi fan.) I
recognized him right away as the guy from the movie, but didn't
remember the actor's name - he told me later.

Surprised, "Uhh, what are you doing here?" I asked.

Michael Rennie looked at me with that kind of high-brow smile he
has. "I'm here to give you your reward, Art."

"Whadda you mean?" was all I could say. I still hadn't associated
the strange appearance of Michael Rennie in my living room with
what happened with that dish pointed at the Superstitions.

"Art, you must be tired," he said. "Sit down, have a beer
(getting a beer from the fridge for me) and I'll explain it to
you."

"I represent an extremely powerful being who was trapped in a
kind of interdimensional rift. What you did today freed that
being, and as you were told you would be, you are being rewarded
for that service. I have been created to help you use that
reward."

"Whadda you mean, created?"

"Exactly that. The being created me to help you understand and
use the reward he is granting to you. I will help you attain
anything you desire, anticipating your needs and wishes as much
as possible. This form, Michael Rennie's, was chosen after a
review of your consciousness revealed that you would trust me and
have confidence in what was communicated to you by someone who
looked like me."

"So, what's the reward? Where is it?"

"It's here. It's anywhere you want, and anything you want."

"Are you telling me I can have anything I want?"

"Nearly anything you want. There are a few limits on the power of
the reward. For example, your actions are limited to this solar
system. You won't be able to destroy the universe, or the earth,
or humankind. You can't travel through time or change the past.
And you can't change yourself, that is, you can change your body,
but you can't directly change through the power of the reward the
essential being that is Art Glasser. Within those limits you can
have or do anything you want.

"Even with those limits, there are ways I can help you satisfy
your desires as though the limits weren't there. For example, if
you want to travel to other solar systems, you can just have me
create another universe containing the kind of worlds you want.
You can't travel through time, but I can create other dimensions
where you can experience ancient Egypt or what earth's future
might be like, or where you can hunt dinosaurs. Just let me know
what you want, and I'll do my best to make it happen."

"So what can you do for me now? What should I do first?" I asked.
I had no doubt that everything he told me was true. After what
happened on the job today, and finding Michael Rennie in my
living room, it was impossible to doubt him. I just needed an
idea of where I was going from here.

"How about a little female companionship?" he said. "I know you
haven't been with anyone in a while."

That was sure true. My last girlfriend, Amie, broke up with me
almost a year ago. In fact, I'd never been very successful with
girls. Amie had a pretty face, but she weighed more than me. And
before her, there had only been a couple of other girls.

Thinking about who might be good possibilities, "Uhh, who can you
get for me?"

Giving me that same smile, "You have quite a large collection of
photos of naked women on your pc, but it looks like your
favorites are Carrie and Veronica. They would seem to be good
candidates for you."

That surprised me. "Really, you can really get them for me?"

"I can bring them here for you, but you might like it more if I
created women for you with the characteristics you find
attractive in them. For example, you might not know it, but both
those women have had breast implants. I can create women exactly
like them, with the same large breasts, but natural, not
implants. And if you were with the real women, you might find
their personalities aren't as pleasant as you think. I could give
them the kind of personalities that would make them a lot better
companions for you."

"So they'd be perfect?"

Smiling again, "No, that wouldn't be interesting would it, just
better suited to you. To start, why don't you just leave it in my
hands, I think you'll be satisfied. And if you're not, there's no
problem changing things. I'll always follow your directions and
do what you want, within the constraints imposed on me."

"Okay," I said. "So who do you think I should start with, Carrie
or Veronica?"

"Why not both? There's no need to choose. You can have them both
if you want."

Now having two beautiful girls at the same time had always been
one of my fantasies, but "Uhh, I don't know if I'm up to that," I
said. I wasn't a big guy, in fact I was pretty slight, and my
equipment, my sexual equipment, was pretty slight too.

"I can fix that, too, if you want," Michael said.

Looking down at my crotch, "I guess I might as well go all the
way," I said. "Alright, do whatever you think is needed." Then,
something occurred to me. "Uhh, will you be here all the time? I
mean, I think I'd like a little privacy."

Smiling again, "Don't worry, I'll be disappearing. I'll always be
available to you through your mind. If you have a question, or
you desire anything, just use your thoughts to summon me. I can
either appear in person if you want, or just communicate through
your mind. What name would you like to use for me, Michael or
Klaatu, or something else?"

The idea of having an alien at my beck and call kind of appealed
to me, and also I probably wouldn't be thinking of that name by
accident. "I'll call you Klaatu, if that's okay."

"Klaatu is fine," he said. "Now, close your eyes for just one
second. When you open them, everything will be changed to meet
your desires. And remember, you can always summon me by thinking
my name."

I probably kept my eyes closed for longer than just one second.
During that time, I felt a slight breeze, a tingling in my
crotch, then I opened my eyes. Everything was similar but better
than it was before. Where I was was still recognizable as my
house, but it was in better condition now, with better furniture.
I was sitting on a new version of my old sofa in my living room,
a nearly empty can of beer in my hand.

Directly in front of me, was my now modernized kitchen, with the
door leading into the back yard. To my right, was the door to the
bathroom, and where the master bedroom had been I could see the
open door to a den or study. I couldn't see what Klaatu had done
to the other bedroom. To my left, I could see a curved staircase
leading to what I guessed was a new second floor.

"Klaatu," I mentally called. "What did you do to my house?"

"I thought you'd need more room with three of you there now.
Upstairs is a master bedroom for you, plus a bedroom for each of
the girls - all suitably furnished. There are three baths
upstairs too. You can see your den, and I expanded and remodeled
the dining room. I turned your old second bedroom into an
exercise/hobby room for the girls. Of course, if you don't like
it, it can always be changed back to the way it was."

"No, it looks great. I just didn't expect it. Uhh, where are the
girls?"

"They're in the backyard. Would you like them to come inside
now?" When I told him I would, "Okay, I'll disappear so you can
have your privacy. Remember, you can summon me whenever you
want."

The back door opened and Carrie walked into the kitchen. She was
tall, with long, wavy, auburn hair, green eyes and a fantastic
figure. She was wearing a white tee-shirt, short, cut-off jean
shorts, and sandals. She was Playmate of the Year about five
years ago, so the real Carrie must be about thirty years old now,
but the Carrie standing at my kitchen door looked the same age as
when she first appeared in Playboy.

Seeing me, "Art, honey, you're home. Why didn't you let us know
you were here? We were just out back getting the barbecue ready.
We thought we could have steaks tonight."

Opening the door a little, she shouted out "Veronica, Art's
home," then coming to sit next to me on the sofa. Cuddling
against me, kissing my neck, my cheek, "Umm, baby, it's so good
to have you home," she whispered.

Veronica, coming into the kitchen from the backyard, "Art, we're
so glad you're home," she said in her cute accent, smiling at me.
Veronica was a beautiful middle-European girl and one of the most
popular models on the Internet. She had long, wavy dark hair, big
brown eyes, and a figure that was lush before she had breast
implants. Now, with her enlarged breasts (I assumed they were
real for my model) she was a living wet dream. She was wearing a
blue tee-shirt and short, tan shorts. Like Carrie, she was
wearing sandals.

Veronica hurried over to the sofa sitting on my right side,
rubbing her large breasts against my arm, kissing the right side
of my neck while Carrie kissed the left. "Oh, Art, I've ... we've
really missed you," Veronica whispered in my ear.

This was fantastic, these two beautiful girls cuddling with me,
their breasts pressing against me. But in fact, I was kind of
feeling a little ill at ease. Like I said, I didn't have a lot of
experience with women. Feeling a little shy, I leaned back,
drinking down the last swallow out of my can of beer.

Touching my leg, "Let me get you another beer, honey," Carrie
said, taking the empty can from me, then going into the kitchen,
and returning with an open can of beer. I took a swallow, then
leaned back, Carrie on my left and Veronica on my right. I was
getting aroused, I could feel by dick hardening in my pants, but
I still felt a little shy about beginning anything, even though
both girls obviously loved and desired me.

"Are you hungry now, honey? Should we start cooking the steaks?
It won't take long," Carrie asked.

"No, I just want to sit here and relax for a while," I said.
Then, looking at Carrie, "How old are you now?" I asked.

"I'm twenty-six, don't you remember?"

"I just wanted to make sure," I told her. Then, turning to my
right, "And Veronica, you're ...?"

"I'm twenty-four. Why are you so interested in how old we are?"

"Just checking," I replied, smiling at both of them. In fact, I
was trying to verify that the girls with me were Klaatu's
constructs and not the real Carrie and Veronica. I knew the real
girls were several years older than these two. Somehow, knowing
they weren't real made me feel more comfortable about being with
them like this and just using them for sex. But I was still
feeling kind of shy and a little bashful about starting anything
with them.

"Do you want a snack?" Carrie asked.

"We can get you some cheese and crackers, if you want," Veronica
said.

"No thanks, I'm not hungry," I said, slipping off my shoes,
resting my feet on the coffee table, leaning back. "I just want
to relax like this for a while." Then, I mentally called to
Klaatu.

"Yes, Art, I'm here," he responded immediately. "What is it you
desire?"

I explained how I was feeling kind of shy about beginning
anything with the girls. "Can you have them initiate it ...
initiate sex? Uhh ... have them kind of seduce me, just to get us
started?"

"Of course," Klaatu replied. "They'll be initiating sex with you
right away. And if there's anything you want them to do, or any
kind of emotion or feeling you want to give them, just let me
know."

As I thought my thanks to Klaatu, Veronica turned, pressing her
large breasts to me, her hand stroking my hardening cock inside
my pants leg. Pressing her mouth to my ear, licking, she
whispered, "Let's all of us go upstairs and lie down a little
before dinner."

Carrie, too pressed herself to me, her mouth close to mine, her
tongue touching my lip, then entangling itself with my tongue as
we kissed deeply. As we broke our kiss, "We want to help you
relax," she whispered, looking into my eyes, her hands at my
belt.

I turned to Veronica, kissing her deeply, our tongues dancing
together. As we pulled apart, gasping, she pulled her blue
tee-shirt up, over her head, tossing it aside. Then staring into
my eyes, she took my hands, pressing them to her large breasts.
"For you, Art, darling," she whispered. "All of me is for you,"
then gasped as I squeezed her heavy breasts, pinched the nipples.

By now, Carrie had my pants open. I lowered my feet to the floor,
then raised my butt up a little off the sofa so she could pull
down my pants and shorts together. My now enlarged cock (it
looked like about eight inches and very thick) immediately popped
up, the head shiny with precum.

"Oh," Carrie gasped, then, her hand on my cock, she slid to the
floor, kneeling before me. Stroking me with both hands, "I always
get so horny when I see your cock hard like this," Carrie said,
her green eyes looking into mine, then bent forward licking the
broad head.

Veronica had raised herself, kneeling on the sofa so her breasts
were at a level with my mouth. Looking away from Carrie as she
stroked, and licked and sucked my cock, I turned to Veronica, her
large breasts, cradled in her hands like an offering to me, the
nipples swollen, erect with her arousal. She gasped and moaned as
I licked and sucked first one, then the other hard nipple.
Veronica's hands in my hair held me tight to her, "Bite them a
little, please," she gasped. "You know how I like that."

Carrie was still working over my dick. I could feel the greater
control Klaatu had given me over my now larger organ working, but
felt it was time to start screwing for real. Pulling away from
Veronica's tits "Let's go upstairs," I said.

"Yeah, let's," Carrie said, smiling up at me. "We're going to
make sure Art is good and relaxed before dinner."

"Oh, yeah, I'm ready," Veronica said. Then looking down at my
erect organ, with a little giggle, "Looks like he's ready too."

"Come on," I said, standing, shuffling off my pants. Then, their
arms around my waist, my erect cock bobbing in front of me, we
went upstairs.