Added Chapter 3, and edits to Chapters 1 & 2. Enjoy!
Alien Girls
Chapter 1
Awake, light everywhere, moving.
My name is...ah...call me Alice.
'A car, huh? Different. What's that UBR symbol on the window?'
'Car for hire, our cover. That phone in your purse...'
'This ugly bag is
my
purse?'
'Yeah, inside is a phone. It calls me. I'm Susan, your driver.'
'You mean my guard.'
'Your wingman.'
'Wing-woman. Let's go to San Francisco. It's too bright here.'
'Nope, this is the spot. You're going to meet someone here.'
'I'm here for what?'
'Sex.'
'When I studied this planet, it was all about sex.'
'You'll soon find out. They want to understand the vibrations.'
'You mean like the heat from this slit between my legs—my pussy in their vernacular. It's leaking even when I look at you, wing-guard.'
'Maybe they tweaked your DNA too much.'
'Pull over and I'll show you a tweak or two.'
'Here's your stop, just in time.'
A modern apartment on a trolly stop in Phoenix. Reminds her of a prison: small boxy rooms in shades of gray feed into communal spaces.
No wonder bars are so popular. Can't wait to try alcohol.
'Dancing at Buffalo Pete's' reads the sign in the lobby.
Let's let this animal roam, but I will not mate with buffalos, not even foreplay.
Meanwhile, back in the UBR, telekinetic waves crackle the ether as they discuss their newest agent.
She's blasting out vibes like sex is the only pulse in the galaxy. She's very aggressive like a magnet—my human body quivered. Got excited. Wet. Still wet.
They say,
'
Sex makes the world go round.'
Earth is overflowing with life...teaming multitudes.
She wants to go to San Francisco.
Oracle says she meets someone in Phoenix. We don't know who.
Oracle lavished her with beauty. Made every fine curve a lasting memory. She'll have hundreds of lovers. How will we know the one?
Watch closely. I can't fathom why one so unruly was chosen.
End Transmission
At Pete's, Alice enters the room and wavy vibes like moon tides weave through the people. Everyone, but one, itches as desire blossoms.
The smiling goth girl in the corner watches the commotion intently.
Seeing the changes she's wrought so quickly, Alice abruptly leaves.
Vitality is sucked from the room. The bartender's hand freezes as he pours a draft, beer overflowing the glass. Deflated laughter hangs between forgotten punchlines. And dancers who were whirling toward where Alice stood shift about awkwardly.
Outside, she finds the goth girl by her side, her black hair glinting in the too-bright sun.
'You're a sex goddess.'
'Goddess?'
'You know from above. Descended. Magic...those people in the bar. Especially, the girls.'
'I seem to favor girls.'
'They'd like to savor you.'
'Savor?'
'More like devour—lick, tongue, slurp the juices from your pussy like it's their fountain of youth.'
'Am I your dinner?' Alice asks, waiting, getting that feeling.
'We can eat later. I like to know my dinner.'
'I want to know the girl who just smiled in the corner of that dark bar, like a ...I saw a picture once, a glimmering light...yeah...a night light.'
'The kind with a little switch on the bottom, so you can flick me on whenever you want?'
'
Somewhere down there
.' Alice smiles.
'The others inside couldn't figure you out. Couldn't tell a sex goddess if she sat on their face.'
'Here I thought your antiquated facial recognition was for computers.'
'You talk like you're from another planet.'
'An alien girl sent here to study your sex habits.'
'Like mating rituals?'
'Vibrations...what stirs the blood, shakes the bones, quivers the heart.'
'A lot of that going around... Where's your spaceship?'
'I'll call her. Don'l be disappointed.'
Minutes later, Susan arrives in a minivan with darkened windows.
'You changed your spaceship?'
'Spaceship?'
'The UBR... I told my new friend I'd call the spaceship.'
'Does your friend have a name?'
'Please tell your adopted aliens your name?'
'Mercy.'
'Mercy?'
'Yes, Mom wanted more of it when I was born.'
'M—I don't like calling you a common noun—this is the newly named Susan. I'm the equally new, Alice.'
Mercy catches Susan frowning. These girls must be playing her.
'Susan how long have you been driving for UBER?'
'It's UBR,' says Alice,'close enough to blend in.The van's a little much Susan. She had this sporty two-seater before...zoom, zoom.'
'We have company so we need room.' Susan says, frowning. 'Company you're very forthcoming with...'
'M is my BFF. That's 'best friend forever' in case you've forgotten your lessons. I tell her whatever she want's to know.'
'How did you two meet?'
'She didn't react when I sampled the bar.'
'She's the only one then. My body is quivering again.'
'Can you tell, M?
'She smells exotic...gamy.'
'Does she make you hungry?'
'Hmm.'
'Want her to pull over? We have darkened windows today.'
'I'm saving my energy for you.' M says, grinning.
Guardian of the First Order
They drive down seedy streets until M tells them to stop.
'A porn shop, BFF?' Susan smirks.
'Our sex goddess needs of flex her wings.'
'The wings of my pussy, M?'
'And other lips. You should come too, Susan, you could use a little unwinding.'
'She's almost as assertive as you, Alice, minus the quiver.'
First impressions: Rows of wire racks holding objects encased in plastic. Lurking men with furtive track their every move. In the back, a sign 'Funtime Arcade' leads into a dark hallway lined with doors. At the entrance, a bright display of boxes with pictures of naked humans contorted into various positions, apparently having sex or what passes for sex. Alice surmises they're the advertised movies offered in what must be those closets in the hallway.
Susan points to the encased plastic. 'Organs?'
'Playthings that look like organs. I read about these, too. They must have been priming me.
How about a quiz? Let's see if they primed you, too.'
Alice points out a gigantic silicon object as long and wide as her forearm. 'First question, Wing, Please describe the name, origin, and use of this device.'
'Should I stand tall while I recite, teacher?' Susan smirks.
'You could kneel like those pictures. The patrons will be entertained.'
M watches them spare. Amazed at how they can keep up this alien charade.
Then she notices their affect. Men are gathering across the room, sidling out of the dark hallway, to stare. Some twitch their noses as if tracking a tantalizing scent.
'So, M, what now?'
'Did you pump up the quiver? Susan looks starry-eyed. Lets try a cubicle?'
'Those closets?'
'Yeah.'
Down the dark hallway, emptied now, they enter a door at random. A movie is playing, left running as its occupant wandered into the store. Alice and Susan stare at the flicking light, fascinated by the images of crouching girls circling each other, their bodies oiled, feet sliding in a shallow pool of oil.
'Maybe we can try this at home with Susan.'
'Another test for Wing, define '
menage a trois.