Deep Inside by Polly Frost

handsome, sleazy head.
    â€œOkay, but just one. And it’s on the house,” he says. He puts on a shoulder-length glove—Alexi’s careful not to touch the creatures flesh to flesh—and pulls out the smallest of the Serzan.
    It only takes a second for me to rip off my cop uniform.
    â€œParty hearty,” says Alexi.
    One of the Serzan’s tentacles is wrapping itself around my left nipple. How does it know that’s the more sensitive one? I surrender to the feeling. Soft and slick, the alien seems to know what my breast’s every nerve ending is craving. I’m on the verge of coming just from what one tentacle is doing to one of my breasts. I want more—but unlike men, the creature knows the value of holding back.
    I’m flat on the tarmac, writhing. And now Alexi’s standing above me, rubbing his crotch. “That’s good, Rachel.” He pulls his cock free of his pants. “You don’t even want ordinary dick anymore, do you?” he says.
    Saying that seems to get him hot. Alexi’s cock swells. But I can’t answer him. Another tentacle tickles my lips and tongue. My throat relaxes. The taste of ambrosia fills me. The tentacle plunges into my mouth and down my throat.
    Alexi extends a booted foot and rolls me over. He knows how not to touch a Serzan. My mesmerized eyes are locked on his as he watches a tentacle make silky love to my ass. My tongue pushes my lower lip forward as its tip nudges inside me.
    â€œFuck you, police bitch,” Alexi grunts.
    And then he’s convulsing. He seems taken by surprise by how hard he comes as his load sprays over me.
    Me, I don’t care about anything. I need what I’m getting right now. A breast cradled and then tortured, something tiny but hot on my clit, tentacles up my ass and down my throat, my wrists held tight.
    I come. The Serzan holds me securely as I thrash and gasp.
    And then it’s blinding noon sun again, and it’s Miami, and I’m lying on the gritty tarmac. Is that steam rising from me? My body’s so heavy…my skin is covered with bruises and scrapes from the rough tarmac…
    I reach dreamily for the Serzan. I want more, but my arm is kicked roughly away.
    â€œYou’re disgusting,” Alexi says. He throws the alien back into the crate.
    He steps into the truck’s cab. The engine roars. I watch the whole thing as though through a scrim.
    â€œAlien-fucker!” Alexi yells at me. “There’s nothing worse than a cop who samples the goods.”
    He roars off in a cloud of diesel smoke.
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    I wasn’t always such a pathetic creature.
    Not long ago, I was the golden girl of the Miami P.D., with a stellar record of shutting down drug dealers. Then the Serzan epidemic hit. Overnight it became a different ballgame. Dealers were flying to the next galaxy for their evil wares rather than down to South America. Headquarters put me at the top of an elite task force.
    I went after the Serzan and the dealers with all I had. I knew it wasn’t just the fate of Miami that depended on me. It was something more.
    It was my suggestion that a cordon be thrown up around Miami. Smartest move the task force ever made. Sure, Miami now became a playground for freaks of all kinds who wanted a taste of sexual Armageddon. But the cordon contained the damage. Within a month we even had the numbers moving down.

    Two hours after my meeting with Alexi. I’m at attention before Lieutenant Fuller of Internal Affairs.
    â€œWe’ve been tracking you for months,” he says.
    Christ, how’d Fuller get to be lieutenant in I.A.? He’s had it in for me ever since we were at Quantico, and he thought we were an item. An exclusive item.
    He was wrong, but he didn’t find out until he swung open the dormitory door and saw me in bed, astraddle his roommate, a sweet-natured farm boy now working the gangbanger beat in Sacramento.
    â€œAren’t I enough man for