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When Samantha woke that Sunday, she went to her window and looked out upon the street, just to make sure that reality hadn’t taken a nosedive into nothingness. Sure enough, everything was the same. There was the same snow-covered trashcan and the same broken-down car that homeless people sometimes slept in. There was the same Chinese takeout with its flickering lights. Samantha yawned and made herself a coffee. Jessica would be asleep for a few more hours yet.
Until now, recently Samantha had felt a profound ennui at her life. Here she was, in her most energetic years, making a cup of coffee on a Sunday morning, not even a little bit hungover. But today was different. Today, she would be meeting with a couple of alien men, both of whom wanted her.
It was mad, but she had made plans and she wasn’t about to break them. At just gone eleven she donned her big coat and cranked her ice-caked car until it chugged into life. Then she drove through the streets to the hotel where Bak and Ras would be waiting.
***
SHE PARKED AROUND THE corner on a quiet street and walked through the snow to the hotel. The snow was not falling anymore, but there was still snow-slush on the streets. When she reached the hotel, she saw Ras and Bak, still in their human guises, wearing suits. They turned to her. Bak smiled; Ras just stared.
She joined them feeling monumentally foolish, but the people passing in the street didn’t know that anything was alien. For the people in the street there were just three annoying people blocking the path: three ordinary, oblivious human beings. Samantha looked to Bak and then to Ras, waiting for them to speak. Eventually, Bak said, “We will take you to get food, yes, and one of these coffees I am very curious to try.”
“Sure,” Samantha said, allowing Bak to lead her through the streets to a coffee shop on the corner. Ras trailed behind them with slow graceful movements like a bodyguard.
In the coffee shop, Bak thrust the credit card into Samantha’s hand. “I made a fool of myself with the hotel, ending up booking two huge rooms with a morning wake-up call for five o’ clock. Maybe you should order the coffees.”
Samantha couldn’t help but giggle. She took the credit card and approached the counter, half-aware that behind her Ras and Bak were walking around looking at the tables with conspicuous curiosity.
She returned with three cups of coffee as Ras and Bak seated themselves at a corner table. She had to remind herself that she was sitting with two aliens and not two human men. But it was hard, and the echoes of madness resounded in her mind. Who were these men? Had they drugged her, tricked her into believing they were aliens? Why? What purpose would that serve?
She looked across at Bak and smiled. She thought he was the sexier of the two. He was more of the man. Bak looked around thirty years old, whilst Ras looked around Samantha’s age. She wondered if that was because of the human guises, or because they were actually that age. How did their species age? There was too much to guess.
Bak leaned across the table after taking a slow sip of his coffee. “You are confused,” he said. “You are scared, even? Let me tell you, Samantha, you do not need to be scared or confused. I tell you, we mean you no harm. And perhaps you are thinking you are mad, crazy? Let me show you.”
He reached across the table and took her hand. She could feel tiny bumps on his fingertips, and then his fingertips began to buzz against hers, like there was an electrical charge flowing between them.
Samantha closed her eyes by instinct, and then she was no longer in the café; she was floating through a silent, black abyss, and in the distant the stars burnt red and yellow and orange, tiny specks. Closer, there was a huge ball of fire and explosions, with specks of rock hurtling around it. “That speck is our planet,” a voice said, far away. “We came from there to get you, Samantha. We need you.”
“You want to use me as a brood mare,” Samantha snapped, surprised at her own anger. “You want to take me back and make me have some babies so you can look good in front of your friends.”
“No, my love,” Bak said. “We want to breed with you, yes, but we would not belittle you like that. You will be our Queen. Ras and I will honor you for the rest of our lives, and your children will be respected throughout the galaxies. And you can do whatever you want. Wherever you go, Ras and I will follow.”
She pulled her hand away, and the stars and the planets dissipated. “Show me what you can do,” she breathed. “Take me back to your hotel room and show me.”
She was shocked by her own forwardness. She had only ever been with two men, and they had been quick, boring affairs in which the men had all but dragged her to bed. But now she was hungry and she wasn’t scared to show it. She sat up in her chair and waited for Bak to talk.
But it was Ras who said, with an excited glint in his eye. “Let’s go.”
***
WHAT ARE YOU DOING, Sammy, a voice urged as she walked back to the hotel with the aliens. This isn’t like you at all. You are a boring, everyday person. You go to work, you come home, and you sometimes go out on the town but not that often. You do not have a boyfriend. You have never had a meaningful relationship. What are you doing? Go home and watch television. Go home and be yourself.
But she wouldn’t, not today. She was feeling spontaneous like she never had before. She was feeling like the whole world had shifted and she had no desire to re-shift it. She had no desire to put things back the way they always were. Why would she run home now to be boring when she could be here, her heart pounding in her head, her hands sweating, a tingle moving over her body?
Ras and Bak walked by her shoulders, shielding her from the pedestrians. When they got into the hotel they paced straight for the stairs. Samantha laughed and tugged Bak’s arm. “Look here,” Samantha said, and led them to the elevator. “What floor are you on?”
“Fifth,” Bak said.
Samantha pressed the button for the fifth floor and soon they were rising higher and higher: rising to something which scared and excited Samantha at the same time. When the elevator doors opened Samantha felt as though she were opening a new chapter in her life. There was something definite about leaving those doors behind. It was as though she could tell herself: the old Samantha is down there, in the lobby. The new Samantha is up here.
Bak led them to the hotel room. Samantha was almost giddy with anxiety and excitement now. It was a potent mix that made it difficult to know what, exactly, to feel. She felt like screaming and crying and laughing all at once. Never since her parents had died had she felt such strong, overwhelming emotion.
Bak made to kiss her but Samantha held up a hand. “I want you both how you really are,” she said.
“Are you sure?” Bak said.
“Yes,” she replied, and she was. Why should she take half-measures now? Why should she flinch?
Bak nodded, and exchanged a look with Ras, who also nodded in agreement. Then both of them slid the modules from under their skin. Immediately the skin turned blue and their hair turned red. Their cloud-white eyes regarded her hungrily. “Do we frighten you?” Ras said, walking behind her and touching her shoulder.
“No,” Samantha breathed. Then she said something utterly un-Samantha-like: “Fuck me. Both of you. Fuck me.”
***
SHE ALMOST COULDN’T believe that the words were coming out of her mouth. She didn’t say things like that. She waited boringly as the man advanced upon her. Now here she was willing two men to take her, and they weren’t even human! Ras’ hands were on her shoulders, and then he moved them down to her ass. She unzipped her coat and stood there in a sweater and jeans, letting her coat fall to the floor.
Ras rubbed her ass, gripping the flesh, breathing deeply. And then Bak came at her from the front, his eyes hard on her, moving down her neck to her breasts. He pulled her sweater over her head, revealing her bra. Then he pulled the bra away with one quick movement, unhooking the strap. She took in a quick breath as he leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth. He sucked one nipple and tweaked the other, pulling and twisting it softly. Ras was still grabbing her ass, and now he was pulling her jeans down too.
He pulled them down to her ankles and she stepped out of them. Ras rubbed her bare ass cheeks as Bak sucked her nipples. Samantha heard a woman moaning loudly in pleasure, and then realized that it was her. She couldn’t remember a time when she had moaned with such pleasure, and the sound was alien and sweet to her ear.
Bak was sucking her nipples hard now. Ras pulled away her underwear and rubbed her clit. She bit down to stop from screaming. She had not realized how horny she was until he touched her clit. She reached back and grabbed his forearm and pushed his hand insistently. He took the hint and rubbed her clit, hard, as Bak sucked her nipples.
She closed her eyes and saw a pleasurable, throbbing redness. The orgasm came quick and brutal and took her by surprise. Samantha writhed as it pulsed through her body, and Ras rubbed her clit harder and harder. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Samantha heard herself say. “Yes, yes, fuck, yes.”
Then Bak was moving around her. He brushed Ras aside. The younger man looked at him angrily but said nothing. Samantha felt like a wolf being fought over by two males. And she liked it. She never would have liked it before, but with these two men it worked. Ras moved around her front as Bak pushed her back down. She bent over willingly, wanting it.
Ras pulled down his pants. His cock sprang up. It was blue, like his skin, and huge. But it looked more or less like a human cock apart from the color. She reached forward and grabbed Ras’ cock. He let out a quick breath and then she felt Bak’s cock rubbing her clit, rock-hard. He stroked it up and down against her clit, and then pushed it into her vagina.
She squeezed Ras’ cock hard as Bak thrust into her. Ras moaned loudly and Samantha moaned with him. Bak grunted and then pushed harder into her. Her vagina was tight around his huge cock and then it opened to him, and warm pleasure flooded into her. She pushed back against him as she stroked Ras’ cock. And then Ras moved his cock into her face, and she took it into her mouth.
She was surrounded by pleasure on all sides. She pushed back harder and harder against Bak’s cock. He grabbed her ass cheeks and thrust into her over and over again, pounding into her sweet spot, sending pleasure exploding through her body, touching every single part of her. She propped her legs on Ras’ thighs, which were hard with muscle. His cock was huge in her mouth, hitting the back of her throat and making her gag.
Bak pounded her harder each second, until there were no movements but a deep heat within her. She closed her eyes and then her vagina went tight around his cock and pleasure washed over her like a tsunami. She took Ras’ cock from her mouth and moaned loudly, all while bouncing up and down on Bak.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “Yes, fuck, yes.”
Bak’s hands clamped down on her ass cheeks and then he was moaning over and over and over, grunting. Then, his body stiffened and he let out one long groan. Samantha rode his cock, urging him on, and then his cock began to wilt inside of her as he came. Immediately, Ras moved around her, and she was hungry for more.
Bak came around to her front and went to his knees before her, touching and licking her breasts. Ras pushed his cock into her. Samantha closed her eyes and focused on the fire-poker heat between her legs as Ras thrust in and out of her with hungry movements. There was heat in her breasts, too, as Bak bit and licked the nipples.
She came again, hard, and then Ras grunted and he came inside her.
Then they were all sitting on the bed, panting, looking around at each other with silly grins on their faces. Samantha felt more blissful than she had in a long, long time. She climbed into the bed after a few minutes and lay down, closing her eyes. Without a word, Bak and Ras climbed in after her, bordering her with their bodies.
She snuggled into them, feeling warm and exhilarated and tired.
She didn’t feel like the safe, boring Samantha anymore. No, she felt like somebody else entirely.