When the aliens invaded, it was not the men they conquered, but the women. Conquered in frighteningly short time.
The aliens had decided to invade in waves. The first wave was simply observation. There they learned that humans were the dominant species on the planet, and that humans were also obsessed with sex - having it far more often for their pleasure than to produce offspring. The aliens used this knowledge to their advantage, and they conquered.
The second wave of the invasion consisted of five individuals, spread out across various countries to test a theory...
Jennifer was driving down the road at dusk when her tire blew. "Fuck!" She pulled over to the side of the road, parked, and smacked the steering wheel in frustration. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She was a good 40 minutes out of town, and she hadn't seen another car in the last hour. She didn't have a spare tire, and she also didn't have service on her phone. She was fucked, and she knew it.
To make matters worse, it was a hot summer night. She was going to sweat through her clothes and positively reek when she would get help. Grumbling to herself, she climbed out of her car and looked at the back right tire. There was a noticeable hole in the tire, even with the light dwindling. No way was she going to risk driving on a tire that out of shape. She kicked the tire in frustration and leaned against the car. Looking around she saw that the light was ever dwindling. She wrestled with whether to flag someone down - on the slim chance that someone would actually come by - and decided that she was probably safe enough. She had taken many self defense classes, and she always had pepper spray and a tire iron to use if she needed to. Climbing up on the hood of her car, she continually glanced each way, hoping to see headlights approaching her.
Dammit! She had been hoping to surprise her boyfriend of three years, but now it looked like instead of pulling into his driveway, he was going to be picking her up from some garage. They had gotten together during their junior year of college, and while they had hoped to move in together after graduation, the cards didn't land in their favor. Each landed a job opportunity that was simply too good to pass up, but the jobs were hundreds of miles apart, forcing Jennifer and Roger to move to different cities. Sure, they talked or Skyped almost every night, but it wasn't the same. When they started getting paid they worked out a system where they would alternate visits on weekends once a month - so one weekend a month they were practically guaranteed to spend in bed fucking each other until they ran out of steam, at with point it was probably time for one of them to head back to their job.
Jennifer had been able to swing an unexpected vacation from work after landing a huge account for her boss, and she had immediately decided to surprise Roger. Normally she would fly, but the drive was only 10 hours, and she thought she could make it in a day. She almost had until her tire blew out. Roger lived in a suburb of a city, but where his suburb ended nothing began. It was essentially empty land that stretched on for miles and miles, and now Jennifer was stuck in it. The Middle of Nowhere. Jennifer didn't find it comforting to know that she was, in all likelihood, actually in the middle of nowhere. It just made it that much more unlikely that someone would pass. She couldn't risk the walk at night, but she sure didn't want to make the walk during the day. At least she had a lot of water with her. She had wanted to persuade Roger to go camping for a night or two and look at the endless stars, free of light pollution, and for that she made sure that she had a lot of water. Her trunk was full of water bottles, and she could pack a lot of them into her suitcase if need be.
Jennifer had been sitting on her car for almost two hours when she saw lights on the horizon. She got off her car and stretched, and noted irritably that she had begun to sweat through her clothes - her shirt was stuck to her body, accentuating her ample curves. She had been wearing a plain white tank, which she now felt could have been a mistake. It hugged her tight abs, and only drew attention to her large, perky breasts because when she stood, two dark sweat spots were visible (in any sort of light) just below each breast. Her shorts were so stuck to her bubble butt that as soon as she stood up, they wedged themselves into her crack, and Jennifer actually struggled a bit to get them out again.
She leaned into the car and grabbed a flashlight from the glove compartment. She turned to look at the horizon again, and to her relief noticed that the lights were definitely closer. She made sure that her pepper spray and tire iron were readily available and waited for the lights to get closer. When she could hear the other car's engine in the distance she began to wave her flashlight at them. If they didn't stop, she was probably not going to see anyone else for the rest of the night.
Thankfully, just a few minutes later, the other vehicle did indeed come to a stop just opposite Jennifer. The driver window rolled down and a remarkably handsome man leaned out. "What's the trouble? Anything I might be able to help with?"
Jennifer was a bit taken aback at first - this man might be the most handsome person she had ever seen. "Um, yeah. Maybe. My tire blew. I don't have a spare."
"Do you mind if I take a look?" The man said. For a moment, Jennifer was nearly lost in his eyes. "Not at all."
The man then got out of the truck, and Jennifer was again taken aback. He was gigantic. Unquestionably the tallest person she had ever seen - he must have been almost seven feet tall. And he was built. He looked like nothing but muscle. Jennifer couldn't avoid it. This man was easily the most attractive person she had ever seen. A part of her was now glad that her tire had blown - if it hadn't she'd never have been able to see this perfect male specimen.
"Which tire is it?" Once again the man's voice broke her out of her small trance. She took him around the back of her car and pointed at the tire. He walked around her, and coming right next to her he seemed even more gigantic. "Yeah, there's no driving on that. That's a real shame. Let me check my truck. I might have a spare, but I think it's in my other truck." The man went back to his truck, and Jennifer just stared after him. He called back, "Yeah, I'm sorry. I don't have a spare on me." He took out his phone and checked it. "No service either. Didn't expect any - you probably would have called someone by now if there were service out here." He walked back to her and stuck out his hand. "I'm Richard. People call me Dick." For an instant Jennifer's eyes glanced at his crotch when he said Dick. "I'm Jennifer," she said, shaking his hand. His hand engulfed hers.
"How long have you been stuck here?"
