Quickies

“Nice masks,” she murmured, blinking at the brightness. More lights above her, so bright they left spots behind her eyelids when she closed them. “You guys do Halloween?”

She felt as if she were floating. Drugged, she decided. Is that why I feel so calm?

She should be panicked, struggling, begging. Instead, she was her usual sarcastic self.

Although it occurred to her that her smart mouth might get her more than a smack across it up here. Up here. She shivered again, this time not from the cold, and wondered where they were, exactly. Home wasn’t necessarily where her heart was…but at least it was familiar.

“Whoa, hey there, big fella, what-?” She saw one of the larger figures standing at the end of the table, by her feet, as something cold parted her exposed labia. She hoped to god it was a probe and not that alien’s…cock-or something worse.

They were all hooded, masked, but it wasn’t cloth. She wasn’t sure what it was-

something dark and almost fluid, covering something that might have been human-like.

If you squinted. From a great distance. The one between her legs was too close for comfort, and the only identifying mark she could make out was something like liquid silver that looked like a belt around its…waist?

“Yo, Orion.” Her eyes searched for a face, found none. Just a blankness, a blackness, darker than the space between stars. “Whatcha planning to do to me?” But that was obvious. There was something inside her, and it wasn’t human. It also wasn’t exactly inanimate either. It was swelling…pulsing…like a heartbeat, something alive. It wasn’t cold anymore, seemingly warmed by the heat of her body.

She couldn’t see, even if she had stretched her neck as far as she could, looking down over the swell of her breasts, to see what might be between her legs.

But she could feel it, moving, slowly in and out, no longer cold metal but a soft, pliable thing, as if it had turned flesh. It was bigger than a cock, but not much, and it had…extra parts. Something pressed against her vulva, her clit, massaging as whatever was inside her began to turn, to rotate. Oh my god, what was it doing?

“Hey, listen, I have a client in half an hour…” Middy’s attempt to explain, perhaps to distract, was lost as the thing between her legs vibrated with an intensity she didn’t know was possible. There was no warm-up, no slow build. It went from zero to sixty in an instant, and she bucked on the table, her hips thrusting up against her restraints, her eyes closing involuntarily as her body climaxed, the pleasure almost pain it was so sudden, so overwhelming.

“Jesus!” she gasped as the figure between her legs removed the…probe? Christ, if that was a probe, she didn’t want to know what an actual alien cock might be like.

Or…maybe she did? Middy shuddered, not sure if it was from pleasure or fear or even anticipation. “I wasn’t expecting that!”

The figure-Orion, the one with the belt-made a low sound, and she understood immediately that it was a laugh. Or some sort of equivalent.

“So, is it your turn now?” she asked, but the figure didn’t answer. Instead, Orion touched something at her wrists, her ankles, and she was free. Sitting up on the table, she held her hand out, and her clothes were placed in them.

“That’s it then?” Middy slid off the table as she zipped up her skirt.

Orion inclined his…its…head? She shook hers, holding her hand out again. “All right, it’s your dime. Or, fifty bucks, as it were.”

A crisp fifty dollar bill appeared in her palm and she tucked it into her halter top.

“Easiest job in the world, I swear it.” She smiled when she heard that low sound from Orion again-a laugh. Then she sighed, adjusting her halter and moving toward the door. She knew her way around the alien ship well enough by now.

Glancing back at Orion, she saw the figure watching her-they were all watching her, and she knew they all got off on it, doing that to her, as if they were all connected.

“Sheesh, one of you fucks me, but you all get off on it?” Middy snorted. “I think that should be fifty bucks each!”

This time, the laughter sound seemed to come from all around her and, not for the first time, she found herself grateful for not only their attention and their payment and the brief respite from her life, but the fact that she never crawled away from this on her knees. In fact, she flew.

“Hey, can you guys drop me off closer to home this time?”

Human Sexuality 101

You’d think graduate students would be better behaved, right? I mean, we’re adults, we’ve done the college partying thing. We’re there to get our degrees, basically, and that’s about it. At least, that’s the theory. And while, for the most part, my experience doing graduate work was like that, there was one particular incident that veered so far off the path of “appropriate” it probably would have gotten all three of us kicked out if we’d been caught.