Chapter 4: It's Just a Crush
You'd be surprised how resilient the human mind can be. One moment I was on earth, a simple guy doing a simple job, and the next moment I had been whisked away by aliens. I had no citizenship, and so I found myself doing sex work among the stars. It was honestly a dream come true.
A little more than a week had passed since I had arrived at Slemven Station. It was a space station run by the Puthrok, a reptilian race of merchants that spanned this part of the Galactic Federation. The station was immensely relaxed in its attitude towards drugs, clothing and promiscuity. As long as money was changing hands legally, they didn't particularly care what exactly you were doing. My abductors, including an alien for whom I was absolutely developing feelings, were known as the Braak. They were scientific recluses. Nerds, more or less. They were broke academics, and I needed money to earn my citizenship with them. And that is how I found myself dancing on a stage for money.
It was busy at the Volcanic Fissure; the strip club where I was working. I was on stage, wearing the equivalent of a women's one-piece bathing suit and thigh-high stockings. Despite the fact that I was a man, the Puthrok went absolutely nuts over my thighs, shoulders and ass. With only a few exceptions, virtually everyone on the station was a Puthrok. They -- like the Braak I was staying with -- were totally hairless. Seeing me prance around the stage with a light dusting of blonde hair on my chest, and darker hair around my pubic region and legs drove them absolutely wild. They'd pay good money to touch me in a private dance. They'd pay even better to fuck me. Something I loved, and took advantage of every single night I had worked.
Everywhere I looked, there were Puthrok milling about. The club was always busy -- it was one of only two strip clubs on a station of more than a million people -- but it was never like this. There were even a few Ambulthians in the club as well.
I will admit, I had eaten their cuisine about a week ago when I took Yagrisesh and her colleagues out to lunch. Until tonight, I actually had no idea what they looked like. However, they were unmistakable. They were bipedal amphibians that originated on an ocean world covered entirely in atolls. They had entirely grey skin -- the same as a shark -- and piercing blue eyes the colour of the ocean.
Their skin was coarse like sandpaper, and their fish-like faces tapered to a point. Along their spines was a large dorsal fin. They were mostly shorter than me, though some of the males were definitely bulkier. However, it was their women that interested me. Each of them had four breasts; a pair of larger breasts situated high on the chest, with a pair of smaller one's right underneath.
The women tended to wear bright coloured floor-length togas that left a generous amount of skin showing, especially along their backs where their fins were showing. The men on the other hand tended to wear only a pair of shorts that were very similar to those worn by Puthrok men.
I was dancing to a particularly long song tonight. It seems Cu'Thruk, the bartender and manager of this joint, wanted to make me work for my money tonight. As I strut out on stage, I pulled my arms out of the one-piece as sexily as I could. Thankfully, there wasn't a creature for hundreds of millions of kilometres that had any idea what humans considered sexy. When I pushed the one piece down towards my hips, exposing my chest and my nipples, the raucous laughter and conversation among the Ambulthians died. I looked over into their group, and noticed that virtually all of them were starting at me.
Knowing that I now had an audience of nearly a dozen enraptured shark people, I started to gyrate my hips. I wanted to see if they were turned on by my chest, or if there was something more here. I had made nearly thirty-thousand credits since I started working at this club. It was way more than my Braak companions made, and I wanted to keep the money flowing. I was hoping that if I could keep the Ambulthians interested that I could interest a few of them in some private dances. Who knows, maybe one of them would be bold enough to want to fuck?
I did my best to continue dancing while lowering my one-piece even further. When I had pushed it down to my hips, I turned to face the gawking crowd of Ambulthians, showing them my ass. I placed my legs together and bent over, pulling my one-piece down my legs, and exposing myself to the onlookers. Several Puthrok in the crowd hissed in approval. I knew the reptilians absolutely LOVED my ass, and was hoping that the Ambulthians had a similar taste.
When my only piece of clothing had hit the floor, I straightened up and turned around. My cock was throbbing and pointing straight out. I walked out onto the ledge of the stage and squatted down, spreading my legs obscenely and letting the crowd look at whatever part of me they wanted. Some of the Puthrok sitting next to the stage offered up a few credits to touch me. My earpiece chimed with offers to touch my legs, thighs, shoulders, chest and hands. More than a few offers came in for private dances, and I knew that even if I was ignored by my amphibious onlookers, that I'd be walking out of here quite a bit wealthier. Puthrok were almost always down to fuck. Their women loved my human dick, and their men couldn't get enough of my grinding my ass on them.
However, it appeared that my dance had failed to rouse the Ambulthians enough to get them to come over and make me an offer. I actually kind of felt slighted. I thought to myself that there had to be something that turned them on about either myself or the Puthrok. We were the only two types of dancers here!
When my song ended, I picked up my one-piece and walked back stage to make room for the next dancer. I had my own locker in the back that was reserved for a few items in case I needed a quick change of clothing. Given how popular I had become at the club, it had come in handy over the last week, and I had built up a considerable collection of clothing to entice those willing into a private dance.
I threw on a translucent robe that was common among the Braak over my shoulders and tied it around my waist. I left my stockings and one-piece in the locker. Despite the robe reaching mid-thigh on me, absolutely nothing was covered on my body as the robe was entirely see through. It was the perfect enticement, and given that this was a trade station where only adults were welcome, it also usually served as my regular clothing as well.
I walked out onto the club floor, intent on talking to my new interests like a thief sizing up a mark. I approached the gaggle of Ambulthians, as they conversed with one another. On the stage, a Puthrok woman was spreading her legs and using her reptilian tail to stimulate herself, to the delight of several onlookers. All those enraptured by the lude display were also Puthrok. The amphibian shark-people were concentrating on one another across several tables; their raucous laughter and boisterous conversation isolating them from the rest of the club.
As I approached the first table, I noticed that there was an almost even gender balance between the group. Despite their clear sexual dimorphism, they were evidently all enthralled with sex, regardless of the gender. That was good news for me, since I only had male parts... though I was growing increasingly fond of getting fucked as well.
I slid into a booth beside an Ambulthian woman and across from a man. Upon seeing me both of them, they turned to face me, clearly expecting me to strike up a conversation. The man was wearing only shorts, very similar to the Puthrok. However, where the reptilian aliens wore what was ostensibly a weird cargo short that had a zillion pockets and fit their tails, the grey skinned amphibians wore a tight black short that looked like it could be made out of spandex. It hugged the curves of his ass and did very little to hide his package.
On the other hand, the Ambulthian woman was wearing a very loose-fitting red dress that could have been made out of silk. It wove around her body like a spiderweb, covering the nipples on her four breasts but leaving much of her dark grey areolas exposed. Sitting beside her I also saw that the dress had a long slit up the front that exposed her legs right up to her waist. She, like virtually everyone else on Slemven Station, apparently did not wear underwear. Her legs were crossed, and unfortunately, I could not see what I was working with, but was determined to find out.
"Is everyone here enjoying their evening?" I asked the man sitting across from me.
The man looked expectedly at the woman. He was clearly deferring to her.
Understanding the movement, I angled my body towards the woman sitting next to me, letting my robe fall off my shoulder a little. With a Puthrok woman, giving them a tease of my shoulder was a sure way to get them into a private dance. I was hoping for a little more of the same magic here.
"This is a pleasant evening. My podmates and I are most enamoured with the entertainment" she replied.
You could have fooled me. Aside from briefly looking at me on stage, her "podmates" had barely looked at the stage.
"I'm glad you're enjoying the entertainment. If you'd like, I could perform for you alone, if you'd like?"
"A dance without my podmates would be much less enjoyable."
"Ah."
