Today is another boring day. I just got a promotion from bank teller to financial consultant. I get an office, and higher pay. I also get to work later with no overtime. Goody.
It’s seven-thirty before I get to leave; by the time I make it through my commute home, I’m totally exhausted. Oh, and I’ve brought work home with me.
But first, dinner. I flop onto my couch with my KFC Go Cup. The drumstick smells greasy and delicious. It’s not the best to take in so many extra calories, but I can always go train to work off the pounds.
And anyway, tonight is going to be as busy as hell. I’ve got to prepare a few profiles for tomorrow morning. If I can’t get them done, my boss Howard is going to kill me.
Howard’s a total ass. He always tries to get in my pants. I have no problem with that. But he has a wife already, who happens to work in the same building. That makes me feel sick. I don’t want to fuck her husband and then say hi to her like nothing ever happened.
“Why do you want me?” I asked him once.
“Your tits.” His eyes roamed along my deep cleavage. After a while, he added, “Your ass, too.”
He’s so fucking right. I have huge boobs and my ass is full and firm. Except for the few extra pounds I carry, my body is pretty damn nice. Unfortunately, Howard is far away from an alpha male. I don’t think he can last long enough to give me even one orgasm.
I finish my chicken and turn on my laptop. The huge number of emails in my mailbox almost gives me a heart attack. I’ve responded to all the emails before leaving the office but now they’ve piled up again. My evening is doomed.
Soon, my eyes are super sore. I rub them a few times, typing fast.
Soft moonlight comes in from the window. It’s a perfect evening to go out. Heck, I wish I could do that. I suck my lips and type faster.
Soon, the moonlight becomes a bit… too strong. I raise my eyes and see sharp beams slicing through the sky. What the heck is going on? Is it an airplane flying by?
Within seconds, the light becomes so strong that I have to look away. Is this fucking plane going to crash on me?
I feel my body lightening, and my arms begin to rise of their own volition. Soon, my entire body is lifting off the couch. I’m actually floating! This must be a dream. I tell myself.
I pinch myself hard, and it freaking hurts. Hell no, this is not a dream!
I’m drifting towards the window. I’m about to slowly crash into the glass. If I somehow break through and die what would the news say? “Woman Twenty three plummets to her death through apartment window.”
I scream as I speed up towards the glass, but no sound comes out of my mouth. Suddenly, I am through, floating above the street like the glass never existed. I look down and see the city. Everything is tiny as I look down from my apartment on the 42nd floor.
My body is drifting higher and higher. Soon, the city is far away. Then even the clouds are beneath me. It’s getting cold. Very cold.
I look up and see the bright light guiding my flight: it’s from the bottom of a huge space ship.
Aliens!
Chapter Two
LEILA
I’ve read so many sci-fi romance fictions on my Kindle. I know exactly what’s going to happen: an alien, or a few, will exam my body. They will remove all my clothes and measure everything, including my boobs and pussy—or vagina, a term more suitable for their scientific research.
Then things will turn romantic. A chief alien will want to have sex with me. He may or may not ask for my permission.
I never believed in aliens. So I’ve never imagined having sex with an alien. But now, I’m so scared yet so excited. I’m kind of expecting it. Well, if that has to happen, let it happen to me tonight.
Is the alien a tiny, green creature? Does he smell bad? Hopefully not. Hopefully he is huge and rough, with a
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