Page 98 of Earth Girls are Easy… To Dominate
“Where are you? Your voice sounds like it comes from my chest. Are you inside of me?”
“Not yet, pet.”
A large shadow looms over me from behind the headboard. I rock my head back as if I were in the front row at the movies. He steps forward and stands still while my eyes study his features. This alien is like the others, except he is so tall, his bald head brushes the ceiling. He wears a purple robe with no sleeves…or maybe his sleeves blend with the other folds of fabric. No, as he walks around the bed, I’m fascinated by the lack of sleeves, arm holes, or slits in the fabric for arms.
“You’re very tall,” I say to be polite, when what I really want to ask is if he has arms.
He stops at the bank of screens and uses his nose to change the static to white lines. Ha! He doesn’t have arms. No way would he boop his snoot if he had hands. “Set course for orbiting the Kuiper Belt, and return to Earth in fifteen?—"
“We can’t leave! What about all those women on the screens? They have families!”
He whips around to face me, his eyes scanning the thin sheet over my naked body. I flush from head to toe. “I’m not in the habit of taking orders from my pet.”
“That’s me? Are all those women your pets, too?” I point to the smaller screens.
“They are test subjects. When I’ve harvested all their life nectar, they will be put into a deep sleep until I’m ready to return them.”
I choose not to analyze his termlife nectar,nor do I share that a woman can recharge and be ready for the next round after a good night’s sleep. As long as they aren’t his prisoners forever or subjected to torture, I’ve done my duty as the only human with the ear of the boss. The boss has a powerful presence and voice that makes my thighs clench. I thought the probe machines were the sexiest thing in space…I was wrong. I want to ask him questions just to hear his voice command me again.
“Will you put me to sleep, too?”
“Only if you ask, but our jaunt around your solar system is to give us time to get better acquainted,” he says with a fondness that puts me at ease. “I chose you over them.”
“Why me?”
“When we met, you had a lovely submission. You brought me peace when I was ready to combust with frustration. These humans fought me to stop the experiments until they received their pleasure, then fought me to never let the experiments end. I couldn’t win. No matter what I did, I had humans shrieking at me.”
“I must have been unconscious. When did you say we met?”
“On the main laboratory floor,” he says, rushing to my side. “You had just ascended. I held your cheek, and you quieted in my care like the most docile pet I could ever want.”
My mind spins with half-formed memories and hallucinations. “No, I would remember that. The alien who tried to help me was shorter than you—shorter thanme. I would have been scared of you. Those small fries in the laboratory seemed harmless.”
“Oh no, they aren’t harmless, pet,” he says, lowering himself to one knee against the bed. “They’re pieces of me, and I of them.We are of one mind, traveling the galaxy to find another sentient lifeform. I’ve been alone for centuries. You were the first to accept my touch without fear or aggression. We didn’t take you for the nectar our home needs to nourish our citizens. We took you because we want you for ourselves.”
“I am to be your personal pet? No probes? No electrodes?” I’m giddy with his compliments. To be chosen for just being me, not following a bunch of arbitrary rules, is more intoxicating than communion wine. My fingers curl in the fabric with anticipation, and I shock myself by lowering it to my waist. “I like the sound of that. How will you touch me, now that we’re alone?”
If he wants to boop his snoot against me, I have some ideas where I’d like him to start.
I’m still confused about how the little guys are connected to this one. Do they share a voice via transmitter, like the one in my chest? Are they one big fraternity of aliens? They don’t share a brain, do they? If I consent to the big guy, will I participate in an alien orgy? I can’t believe I’m excited over losing my virginity in an orgy of little green men, but if they use those stubby fingers while the big guy does the actual penetration…eeek! I can’t believe my thoughts are so wicked!
“You’re very pink,” he replies. “Are you too warm?”
I shake my head no. How do I explain my modest upbringing, and how bearing myself to his gaze is an act so wanton, I could be damned for eternity for it?
“Then crawl out of the sheets and present yourself to me.”
“What?!” I squeak.
“Crawl to your master, pet.”
CHAPTER FOUR
I wish I could say my journey down the bed was a sinuous crawl, resembling a panther prancing along a log in the jungle. It was more of a shuffle. But what I lack in grace, I promise to make up for in enthusiasm. Kneeling this close to him, my nose is in line with his waist. He smells of mint, frankincense, and a faint chemical I can’t name, but find pleasant—like the freshness of laundry detergent. Do aliens do laundry? They must, because his crushed velvet robe is immaculate.
“Eyes up here, so I know I have your full attention.”
My gaze travels up his robe, along all the folds and creases, and I try to guess at what lies beneath. Will he be muscular or thin? Green, like his head, or fade into another color? Will he have chest hair or nipples? An image of my licking his chest, zeroing in on green alien nipples, floats through my head. When my eyes reach his smile, my cheeks are pulled wide too. Instead of shaking with fear, I’m buzzing with arousal.
