Hello all new and old readers. I am currently fighting with the moderators to get chapter one published, and perhaps this one as well. Despite my many errors and lack of editing skills they have rejected the chapter because apparently I am an AI. As all of you are aware from the many missed quotation marks, lack of consistent spelling etc. and numerous other errors that no self-respecting AI program would make, that can't possibly be correct. If I cannot resolve this, I will move to another site. I will let everyone know if this happens by submitting an unedited short chapter that they can't possibly blame on an AI.
Alien Mine
Chapter 2 revised
Sandy woke up feeling a bit fuzzy and blinked her eyes. It was dark out, but she had no idea what time or even what day it was. Wow, that must have been some party to leave me feeling like this, wish I could remember it." she thought to herself. It wasn't the first time she had woken up in a strange bed with little memory of how she got there. She rolled over and noticed she was in Rhys's bed, lying next to Rhys. He lay on his back, still sleeping. Sandy enjoyed waking up here; it made her feel safe and gave her a sense of security that she didn't find elsewhere. While that said something about her life choices, she had always felt safe around Rhys. She didn't know exactly what he did for a living, but the man was big, handsome, and a lot of dangerous looking. That always turned her on in a man, her girly bits doing gymnastics. She liked them with an edge, men who were tough, confident and would take what they wanted. Those that her mother considered dangerous were even better. She had always been attracted to those, even in her early teens. Her mother had told her she had a "bad boy" fixation, and it would only lead to eventual trouble and heartache. That was true, but it had also led to an early loss of her virginity, which she enjoyed guilt-free and never looked back.
Stretching, Sandy felt a little sore, which was not unusual after spending a night with Rhys. He lay close beside her, and she was pleasantly surprised at the warm glow she felt and how happy that made her. "This is where I belong...No, this is who I belong to!" Her mind had seemed to hiccup and correct her thoughts. Strange that she would ever think she "belonged" to anyone. Oddly, that weird thought that intruded made her feel happy instead of angry. The entire train of thought seemed strange, and she wondered where her phobia against permanent relationships had gone. What she felt now was unusual, somehow more intimate, almost as if she and Rhys were sharing emotions. "Wow, this really must have been a great weekend," she murmured to herself. "I have never felt this emotionally close to someone." It was odd that she couldn't remember anything, but that thought drifted away, and she turned to the man sleeping beside her.
Sandy ran her fingers along his bare chest and over his stomach muscles and felt herself beginning to become aroused. Rhys had the hottest body of anyone she had ever dated. He was a big man with rock-hard muscles that she loved to run her fingernails over. Her friends thought Rhys was a little shady, especially the way he carried himself, and was always armed with a pistol and at least one knife. However, he treated her well, and the whole dangerous thing turned her on. Sandy let her hand linger on his chest, enjoying the quiet and his male presence.
It was funny that despite some heartbreaks along the way, Sandy had been content with her life before she met Rhys, though her mother would never understand her lifestyle and didn't know she was a highly successful prostitute, no, an extremely expensive
fille de joie
. Though the name 'street tart' had a cute connotation. For some reason, she had never been able to settle down, and her relationship with Rhys was the closest thing to "normal" in her current life. She was surprised it had lasted this long; most men became possessive and didn't want her to sell herself, even if that was how they first met. She was making too much money as a "dancer" and occasional hooking to give it up for a man.
However, if she gave it up for anyone, it might be Rhys. He was the exception in her life, and their 'relationship' seemed to fit his lifestyle. He didn't make demands or get jealous, though she had to admit that it was weird that the "not jealous" part bothered her. In the past, she wouldn't stand for it, and at the first sign of possessive jealousy, she would break off the relationship. However, a woman expected a man to get at least a little possessive; it made them feel desired and wanted. Rhys didn't or hadn't until now, not even about her relationship with another woman. Perhaps her feelings about Rhys were more serious than she realized or wanted to admit.
She had met him one night at work, or rather, while she was working, and Rhys was watching and having a drink; she knew at first glance he wanted her. The clubs in Miami Beach have few rules about nudity or what a girl might do on stage. The line is officially drawn at actual public sex on stage (with a man); how misogynist, but a nice tip to the man monitoring the "lap dance" rooms, and even that is possible. Most of the girls made more money in the back rooms than on stage, and Sandy was no exception. Still, she knew how to command an audience and draw the most cash from the men staring at her hungrily from their seats just inches away from her ass that appeared to move with a life of its own. The trick was making them think this could be or was for them only.
The night Sandy met Rhys, she was almost through her routine, and down to just a garter, thong, and heels. A girl developed a sixth sense when stripping, and that night she felt a sudden tingle of awareness zip down her spine. Her breath hitched as she looked over the crowd around the dance floor and spotted a pair of intense hooded eyes following her. The look of hunger she saw in the man's eyes startled her, and she momentarily lost the rhythm of the song.
Quickly resuming her sensuous movements, Sandy slowly peeled off the thong that was her last remaining garment, wiggling her hips in a way that she knew would give every straight man a hard-on. She looked over her shoulder to find his gaze focused on her, which sent prickles of heat running over her skin. She wasn't sure why it affected her so, but from what she could see, the stranger was tall, with broad shoulders, handsome, not beautiful, but ultra-masculine. As he watched her perform, the almost feral look on his face was both exciting and scary. He put off the kind of dangerous bad-boy vibe that made her instantly wet, and when Sandy turned and danced toward him, a white-hot current sprang between them. There was something almost savage in his gaze, and from that moment, Sandy no longer danced for the crowd. Instead, her movements became more carnal, almost self-indulgent, as she danced for the eyes that entranced and excited her with their intensity.
Sandy smiled at him and then dropped to all fours and crawled to the pole, licking it as she slowly stood up and ground her hard clit against it. This was the part of her act that she liked best, and obviously, so did the men watching by the amount of money flying to the stage. All the customers thought it was just part of her performance, but they were wrong. By the time she got to this point of her routine, she was wet and horny from all the men watching and wanting her body, and the pole felt really good against her clit. She would grind her pelvis against it for about thirty seconds, enjoying the feel as her hips moved sensuously, and it made her even hotter to know every man in there wanted her right now, and some of them would pay thousands just to have her for one night. As she swung off the pole, she turned and gave the stranger the million-dollar view of her bare ass. Smiling coyly, as her song ended, she threw him the thong before strutting off stage she had owned.
"You were really hot tonight," said the girl coming on stage next. "The crowd thinks so too," she added as even more money was thrown onto the stage. Sandy nodded but didn't go back to pick up the cash. Instead, her eyes met the strangers, and she immediately knew who was paying to fuck her that night.
Changing, or rather getting dressed, she went straight to his table, then shortly back to his place on the beach. He paid handsomely for that night. The sex was more intense than she expected, and Rhys had been a surprisingly good lover. When Sandy was with a man like Rhys, she wanted it a little rough, and Rhys didn't disappoint. It was weird, but for the first time in a few years, she had met a man she couldn't get enough of, and after that night, she refused any payment. The part that disturbed her was that she found herself chasing a man instead of the other way around. Rhys had really gotten under her skin, and she found herself missing him when he was away and wanting to spend more time with him when he was in town. On more than one occasion, Sandy found herself wondering if it was time to break off the relationship, but she could never do it. She knew she was starting to fall in love, which was never a good sign in her profession, and those feelings for Rhys were interfering with her other relationship with a woman, Amancia.
Sandy trailed her hand down Rhys' chest, enjoying the feel of the hard muscles under her hand. Reaching lower, her fingers brushed through his pubic hair to the base of his cock. Though still asleep, he was already half hard. She lightly rubbed his cock and balls, not hard enough to wake him yet, but then noticed another woman's hand on his thigh.
"What the fuck," was quickly followed by "Oh my God," when she saw Amancia, or at least the woman who looked sort of like Amancia. Gone was her petite figure, replaced with large breasts and nipples that were pierced with gold rings. Her waist looked even smaller, and her hips had expanded, so they had a more womanly swell. A man's wet dream, she thought. And look at how long and gorgeous her hair is now, Sandy thought before noticing her own hair had changed as well. Hers was a deeper, richer shade of red, and longer, hanging down to her waist. Then she noticed her own breasts. Her perfect C's were now D's, and when the hell did she get a clit ring. She hated the things. Other girls wore them, but Sandy never wanted any piercings, especially not there.
Sandy started to nudge Rhys awake when he opened his eyes and looked at her. Before she could say anything, Rhys pulled her down into a hug, still without any idea how he was going to explain the physical changes or Amancia. Rhys knew Sandy was going to be furious about Amancia.
"There is no reason to be concerned," the voice in his head told him. "Remember, you are the controller and can help your females adjust to their new situation
.
"
Rhys had his own struggles accepting the situation, and he didn't think the symbiont understood human females very well. If they were fully awake and aware that there was going to be shouting and angry women, tears, and then finally threats to his manhood, Rhys fully expected to be subjected to female violence at its worst and was half prepared to run out of the house naked if he had to.
Bob, you don't have much experience with human women if you think I can control them."
These thoughts took only a second, and then Sandy pulled away from him just enough to look down into his eyes. Her face looked puzzled as her eyes searched his as if trying to decide who he was. Several emotions crossed her face as if she tried each one to see which fit. Scared, angry, sad, questioning; they were all considered and discarded before she settled on mad and scared.
"What the fuck, Rhys," she said finally said, gesturing at herself and Amancia, who was still asleep next to him.
"
There is no reason to let your mate question you," Bob said in his head.
