Page 1 of My Alien Sunshine

Chapter 1

Nala

The brush gently glides over my shoulder as I finish the last golden swirl before moving on to my face. The mirror is tiny and the light in my bathroom sucks, but I’ve had enough practice over the years that I could draw the pattern with my eyes closed.

The gold paint goes well with my dark skin, giving me an exotic look. Not that I need to look anymore exotic. I’m probably the only human on the Farpoint Gateway space station. Perhaps the only human in this sector of the galaxy. The only one who isn’t a personal slave to a kingpin, that is.

I’m definitely the only human around here that common folk can fuck. If they have enough money, that is.

Even though I loathe my profession, if you could call prostitution a “profession”, I’m grateful that being human means I’m always in high demand. I desperately need money. Everything in my life depends on me bringing a steady sum to my “employer” every month. If I fail, my life is over. It’s not a great life, but it’s my life and I’m not ready to give it up.

Still, I loathe my situation. What girl dreams of becoming an exotic hooker who caters to the sexual fantasies of aliens? I was accepted into Brown University for fuck’s sake! It’s a pity I never even made it to my first class before being abducted, but that is another story altogether.

Shaking off the bad memories, I grit my teeth and add a tiny golden swirl under my left eye. It spells FU, because fuck them all. No one here can read English. I could write all kinds of profanities all over my body and my customers would still be excited as they lick them off my skin. Yeah, the paint is edible. I’m basically seasoning myself for whoever gets to fuck me tonight.

Once I’m satisfied with the pattern, I admire my handiwork in the mirror. I don't actually enjoy being licked, especially by the slimier species, but I've found it pleases and distracts the client enough to keep them away from my face and other areas I'd rather they didn't touch.

I run a brush through my hair. Back on Earth, I used to be ashamed of my tight black curls. I’d braid them or hide them under a scarf, anything to stop them from puffing around my head like a lion’s mane.

Here? Everyone loves my hair. To them, it’s just another exotic thing to marvel over.

I’ve really come to accept my body since arriving here, something I always struggled with back on Earth. Too bad I had to be kidnapped by aliens and sold as a sex slave to acknowledge the fact that I’m perfect just the way I am, even though I’ll never look like the famous models with their infinitely white skin and smooth blond hair.

Touching my neck, I slide a finger slowly down to my shoulder.

There’s no collar. I’m not a slave, as Drayth keeps reminding me. I’m a free woman. I could just pack up and leave. The thought makes me smirk. What a load of bullshit. Or karli crap, as they say around here, since they don’t seem to have bulls in space.

I’m a slave in everything but name. I’m also a survivor. Drayth thinks he owns me and he’s right. For now, I have to do what he says. But I have a plan. I will get out of this place.

If I have to fuck every damned alien on this space station to escape, then I’ll fuck every damned alien on this space station. Twice. I’ll fuck them wearing nothing but a smile and pretend to be excited over having their repulsive cocks between my legs. In OmniSpeak, I’ll tell them they’re the best I’ve ever had. Then I’ll call them all fucking bastards in English because no one here understands English. They think it’s just more sexy talk when I confess how much I hate them.

Everyone, including me, has implants called translator nodes, which allow us to understand most of the common languages used around the galaxy. English is definitely not a common language, so no one bothers to have it downloaded into their nodes.

Officially, Earth is a “forbidden” planet. The United Galactic Congress thinks humans are too primitive and that we need more time to evolve before introducing us to the rest of the universe. Officially, no spaceships are allowed anywhere near our solar system.

How did I get here, then? Unofficially, of course.

Human slaves are prized and coveted. Many smugglers and slavers risk harsh punishment sneaking their way to Earth to kidnap people. Young, strong, beautiful people. I guess I should be flattered that they chose me.

I’m not.

I throw a cloak over my shoulders. It’s never really cold inside the station, but my clothes reveal more than they hide and I don’t want to attract attention on the streets. I need to save flashing my skin for one of the high-end establishments I consider my “hunting grounds”. There, I can be certain I’m attracting the right kind of aliens. The wealthy ones.

I could service common mercenaries or dock workers all month long and never make enough money to pay off my debt to Drayth. I need to aim higher.

That being said, I enjoy walking through the bustling streets. There’s no wind or sunlight, but at least I’m out in the open. For a few glorious minutes, I can pretend I’m just a tourist waiting for a shuttle. That I can peruse the many goods offered in the stalls lining the street, nibble on exotic treats before purchasing a souvenir or two and getting the fuck out of this place.

I’m not a tourist, though. I’m a working girl and I need to focus on making a ton of money tonight. I already have enough credit to pay off Drayth for this month, but everything extra goes into the “get out of here” fund, which is still dreadfully light.

I choose a club called Scarlet Rivulet for the night. It’s in the calmer, more luxurious part of the station, not too far from Drayth’s residence. The rich and powerful meet here, and they’re always looking for a bit of eye candy to spruce up their meetings and someone to have fun with later. I excel at both. Plus, Drayth pays me extra for any secrets I overhear or data tokens I can swipe. Yes, I’m a thief, too. Like I said, I’m a survivor. Whatever it takes to survive, I’ll do it.

It’s a little early for the main crowd, so I take a seat by the bar, one with a good view of the entrance, and sip on an overpriced cocktail. From experience, I know I’ll only have to pay for the first one. The next ones are usually gifts from potential customers.

I fluff my hair and smooth down the piece of fabric covering my hips. Two other working girls are already prowling the club. I give them a stiff nod, ignoring their scowls. They aren’t happy to see me here because they know I’ll get my pick of the best customers. Everyone wants to fuck a human. Yay fucking me!

Chapter 2

Faelin

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