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Introducing Valjeanne Jeffers as “The Teller” – Episode 8-

SOAP OPERA SCI-FI, LOVE, MURDER AND LUST - Earth Moon Colony One – For Adults # 8 by K. Leslie Graves

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Stephanie was a young girl who had come to know Naija, while she interned at Naija’s Angel Marked Foundation.  The sleep studies at the Foundation were largely ignored now, but the memories of a hot night Naija recalled from the intern’s experiences, played in Naija’s head.  Once Lilith had someone, she absorbed all of their sexual memories.  And so it was that Naija, Lilith’s host, could recall Stephanie and her lovers. 

   After a couple of weeks of shared living, Brooklyn noticed subtle changes in Stephanie.  Brooklyn was not quite sure, but she noticed she felt increasingly seduced by Stephanie during their chance encounters at the apartment. 

   Stephanie looked stronger, her complexion appeared more flushed, and she looked like she had increased her muscle tone in a remarkably short amount of time. 

   “Have you been working out Stephanie?” Brooklyn asked curious about the changes she saw.

   “No, I haven’t,” said Stephanie almost surprised at the question. 

   “Oh so you have boyfriend?”

   “No, you know I don’t Brooklyn why all the questions?

   “Oh, I was just curious.”

   One night Brooklyn came home and heard loud moans coming from Stephanie’s room.  The bed was hitting the wall and Brooklyn felt uncomfortably aroused as she closed her bedroom door in an effort to separate herself from the sounds and the feeling.  A relatively modest woman, Brooklyn felt as if she was intruding on Stephanie, although it was Brooklyn’s home as well.  Stephanie wailed and made sounds as if she had climaxed over and over.  The sounds and the overwhelming feeling pervaded the apartment for about two hours. 

   Brooklyn successfully fought the urge to listen at Stephanie’s bedroom door but was unable to escape feeling aroused herself as it had been some time since she was in a relationship.  Brooklyn gave in as she lied on her bed, touching her breasts and feeling her nipples that had become hard.  She felt moist between her legs and spread them slightly as if to yield to the feeling that surrounded her.  She moved one hand down to her pubic mound touching her slightly engorged clit as the other massaged her breast.  Brooklyn turned on her belly and continued to play with her clit while pinching a nipple. 

   Brooklyn had never had a sexual experience with a woman but she found herself fantasizing a woman climbing on top of her from the back, massaging her thighs and licking her from the rear.  Brooklyn found herself pressing on the bed as her finger moved in and out of her wet cavern and she pressed on her clit with her palm.  As the imaginary tongue serviced Brooklyn from the rear she found herself moaning similar to the moans that came from her roommate.  She licked her dry lips moistening them as she was overcome and climaxed, falling into a deep sleep.  

   The next morning, Brooklyn was drinking coffee in the kitchen as Stephanie emerged from her room and entered the kitchen to make a cup of tea.  She sat down to join Brooklyn at the table. 

   “Good morning Brook.”

   “Good morning Stephanie.”

   “Stephanie, I have been wondering just what kind of work you do at the Foundation.”

   “Well it’s kind of complicated to explain, but I buttist in the sleep study project.  “When I go there days, I gather data and help analyze it.  When I go nights, I participate as a sleep study client myself.”

   “Oh,” said Brooklyn.  “It sounds pretty interesting.”

   “It is.  I have never felt so drawn to something in my life.”

   “What do you mean?” said Brooklyn.

   “Well I think the Foundation and its’ work is pretty amazing.”

   “Plus I have been feeling really different lately.  You said it yourself the other day.”

   “Well you got pretty pissed off at me,” said Brooklyn hoping for more information.

   “At the time I was, but then I thought about it and I have to admit I have been changing and I like the changes.”  

   Brooklyn had been right about Stephanie.  Stephanie had become more attractive and had become more lustful than before she joined the Foundation. 

   “You’ve been looking kind of hot lately,” Brooklyn said.

   “I’m glad you think so,” Stephanie said winking as Brooklyn blushed feeling momentarily uncomfortable.

   “I got to go,” Stephanie said finishing the last of her tea, kissing Brook on the cheek, and running back to her room to dress.

   After ten minutes, Stephanie came out of her room waving goodbye to Brooklyn, smiling as she left the apartment.  

   Brooklyn continued to sit there, stunned wondering what just happened.  Was Stephanie coming onto her?  Brooklyn thought for a few more moments asking the question in her mind, do I like it?  Brooklyn shook her head in confusion and got dressed before leaving the apartment for tennis practice.  

   When Brooklyn came home late that night she was tired from both tennis practice and from doing research at the student crime think tank.  It had been an odd day, first with her experience this morning with Stephanie and then later that day when Peter had done some things Brooklyn felt was his flirting with her. 

   Peter had finally noticed that Brooklyn was a woman and could not keep his eyes off her.  Rachel had noticed Peter’s looking at Brooklyn and began to show her jealousy and her disapproval.  It was the first uncomfortable day in the unit but not the last. 

   Brooklyn had taken off her clothing in her room and she headed into the shower.  She had the door slightly open and did not notice that Stephanie was home.   As she turned off the water to her shower, she came out and reached for a towel to dry herself.  She heard the too familiar sounds from Stephanie’s room and headed for the sanctity of her room, but again leaving the door slightly open.  As she dried herself off, the sounds continued as Brooklyn sat on her bed.  She dried off her thigh, her calf and then brought the towel to the other leg.   

   She stood up to dry herself her back and felt increasingly aroused as the sounds from Stephanie’s room grew louder.  Oh my God, Brooklyn thought.  What is happening to me?

   She spread the covers on her bed before lying down on her back.  She dimmed the lights from her bedside control, was naked, and felt hot.  She closed her eyes and her hand fell to her now wet cavern.  She fingered herself as Stephanie’s sounds lessened but it was too late.  Her eyes still closed she massaged her breasts and then resumed fingering herself unaware of the intruder. 

   Stephanie was in a trance and had emerged from her room to see the slight opening in Brooklyn’s door.  The apartment lights were dark except for the dimmed lights that came from Brooklyn’s room. 

   Stephanie observed as Brooklyn touched herself and her last bit of self control left as she came to the crack in Brooklyn’s door opening it as Brooklyn’s eyes met hers. 

   “It’s OK Brook” whispered Stephanie who reached for Brooklyn’s outstretched hand.  Touching Brooklyn’s hand Stephanie sat on the side of the bed and brought Brooklyn’s hand to her breast.  Brooklyn rubbed Stephanie’s hardened nipple.  Stephanie lied down on top if Brooklyn and kissed her inserting her tongue into slightly opened Brooklyn’s mouth.  Brooklyn gently sucked the tongue of her first female lover as Stephanie’s hands rubbed Brooklyn’s thighs. 

   The soothing caresses of Stephanie’s hands on her thighs and the feeling of Stephanie’s tongue in her mouth was too much for Brooklyn and Stephanie heard the first sigh from Brooklyn encouraging Stephanie to go further.   Brooklyn felt wet as Stephanie pressed her clit onto Brooklyn’s and the two grind themselves for a few moments before Stephanie went down on her.  Brooklyn felt Stephanie hot mouth on her and spread her muscular thighs to give Stephanie access. 

   Stephanie licked up and down slowly as Brooklyn’s moisture gushed forward to meet Stephanie’s grateful mouth.  Stephanie’s mouth found Brooklyn’s clit and she suckled it with all the passion of a long awaited lover. 

   Brooklyn’s mouth ran cold as she began to climax for the first time and Stephanie climbed on top of her to ride it to its full intensity.  Brooklyn kissed and then sucked Stephanie’s neck which made Stephanie sigh and she pushed harder onto to Brooklyn as their clits met in rhythm. 

   Both women were set aflame now and both came together again for Brooklyn’s second time.  Stephanie switched places with Brooklyn and rubbed her hands over Brooklyn’s back as Brooklyn lay on top of her.  Brooklyn kissed Stephanie’s mouth licking her lips as Stephanie opened to receive Brooklyn’s eager tongue.   Stephanie continued by pressing her hands into Brooklyn’s back pulling Brooklyn toward her producing a massage effect on Brooklyn.  Brooklyn had never been so aroused and felt warm, secure and comfortable with Stephanie as the two kissed, rubbed and came together a third time before falling asleep. 

   In the morning, Brooklyn woke up as thoughts of the night before came to her.  She opened her eyes and found that Stephanie was not there.  Brooklyn had no regrets but continued to feel confused about the whole thing.  As she came out of her room and headed for the kitchen, Stephanie came through the front door of the apartment. 

   Stephanie came in holding a bag of groceries and her eyes met Brooklyn’s as she came into the kitchen. 

   “Stephanie, about last night…” Brooklyn stumbled for the words when to her surprise Stephanie said.

   “What are you talking about?” 

   “What do you mean, what am I talking about?”

   “Last night, you came into my room.”

   “Brooklyn, I don’t remember.”

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And now, back to our story:

Introducing –“The Teller”

Despite the regular communication disruptions from the solar flares, spaceships continued to arrive at the twin space station.  With the mining escalating on Earth Moon Colony One there was money to be made.  The free miners mixed regularly with the early release prisoners who were distinguished by both their attire and by the ankle bracelets they were required to wear. 

   There was no real fear that early release miners would escape, because if they tried to hide on board an earth bound ship they would be detected.  Life on the Moon’s surface and in the mines was harsh.  In contrast to all this, the Twin Space Station Free Zone was a virtual paradise.  Because of the planned lack of Government regulation there, not only was there plenty of free enterprise money to fund the Earth Moon Colony operations and the Twin Space Stations, but there was plenty of money for the vices mankind had come to depend on since his inception. 

   Besides the hordes of free miners and the early release prisoner workers, there was a sleuth of military troops and government officials.  The number of “hollies” or people on holiday at the Free Zone outnumbered all of the others.  Free enterprise had already succeeded, even before the Earth Moon Colony One was completed, to build an entirely new world on the combination of Space Stations.  What was the cost?  While the funds from the Free Zone funded everything, the Twin Space Stations appeared to operate at cross purposes.  Each worked, insidiously to undermine the other.  

   Gambling was non-stop.   The drug dens operated freely.  The mixed martial arts games were deadly and the sex trade was in full force, and taken to an all new level.

   Except for the “squares” on the command space station operated by Naija, Dr. Snipes and their crew, it was said that on Earth Moon Colony One, everyone was always a little highand everyone was a little horny.  The appetites of anyone could be fed there, readily, so there was no overwhelming desire to leave, in fact, it was just the opposite. 

   All visitors to the Twin Space Station had one thing in common.  They had to exchange their currency for “Free Zone Currency.” In order to do that, they had to meet “The Teller,” Valjeanne Jeffers.  While most of the staff at the Twin Space Station knew her background, the majority of the visitors did not.  They simply looked upon her as an old woman given to philosophical and at time whimsical expressions.  She could spend as little time with you as it took to exchange your currency or if you were willing to hang around, she could spend hours talking with you.  Her small pavilion was “a portal of sorts” that could either be just a hallway, a means to an end, or it could be life changing.  Some spent time with her, and decided to take the next space ship home.  Others looked brazenly past her words and proceeded to their doom.  People referred to her, as “The Teller” but she was that and so much more.  Naija, Dr. Snipes and his crew regarded her as “The Oracle,” a seer and a healer. 

   And so it was, that thousands had come to the Twin Space Station many of whom, should have just "gone back home." Others were on their way to "self discovery." As "The Teller," she had a knack for knowing which is which, and if the person was ready to hear the truth, she shared it with them.

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