by Alyx X
It couldn't be. All earthlings had these communicators on their wrist, I had seen hers. And according to these logs she had been registered with TerraLink. If she had murdered this guy she wouldn't be dancing naked at a pussy club in Smog City. From what I heard of TerraLink she would be enslaved.
Unless she was enslaved there. I needed more information. I read through an article, but this article was even more vague than the last. Dismemberment, murder, and something about this Ambassador Hesslyn going off to live a full life.
"So what was it, did she cut off his head or his left arm?" I had heard Earth news was twisted, but this was ridiculous. "Computer," I tapped the face of the communicator again, waking it up again. "Search Ambassador Hesslyn."
The thing buzzed again, images of the old man that she may or may not have murdered flashing over Kylie's picture. The guy reeked of grease and vile tendencies, even just in pictures. I had seen some terrible people in my travels with Fey, but this guy was dripping with deceit. His beady little eyes were like a mud rat from Grindal. His grin a slash like the ones I had seen in the inmates on that prison ship.
Nothing about this guy was right.
Not his smile. Not that ugly uniform that made him look like a commander in a terrorist regime. I leaned closer to the picture, squinting through the throbbing in my head to read the insignia.
T.E.R.R.A
"What the fuck?" Furiously swiping my fingers forward, I looked from one article to the next. Trying to get more information. If Kylie had lured a leader of TerraLink into an alley and done some sort of dismembering it was nearly impossible that she wasn't on some mining ship somewhere, working herself to death.
'Ambassador Hesslyn named grand master or the TerraLink Corporation.'
My furious scrolling froze at the headline, my eyes narrowing as I scanned the article for any information, only to freeze at the date.
"This was last year." A few more taps brought me back to the stories of Kylie's crime. "Two years ago."
Kylie hadn’t killed him, but she had removed an arm or a leg of the man who now led TerraLink. If he’d made that move in a year, he was high enough up in their organization for their little tryst in an alley to be more than a simple slap on the wrist for punishment.
On every planet I had ever visited, the punishment for a crime this severe had been death.
Kylie wasn't being punished. Kylie was hiding. It was why she no longer had freckles. Why her hair was straight. And why she was dancing in the back room of a club.
Kylie was on the run from the man who controlled the entire planet that she was trapped on, and Fey was going to TerraLink to claim her. He was going to lead them right to her.
"Shit!" I roared, ignoring the pain in my head as I jumped to my feet, chair clattering behind me as I stood. "Screw leaving her behind. She's coming with me."
That was if I could get there before Fey did.
"Ship. Where is my brother?" I asked as I slammed the communicator back in my drawer and pulled on a shirt that didn't feature any golden blood.
"TerraLink headquarters."
"FUCKING SHIT MOTHS OF DIADEN." I slammed my fist into the desktop that time, cracking the surface in two. "Ship. We need to launch."
"The system is locked. Please recite the password."
My frustration dissolved into a grimace as I looked up to the ceiling and the disembodied voice. Seeing as Fey had gone to the TerraLink office to purchase Kylie, it was clear he hadn't done more than a precursory search for her information. He wouldn't have changed the password to something about her, which left me only one option.
"Myro is a bastard with a tiny cock that he can't get up."
"Correct."
It was always that. Fey thought he was clever, but he was about to screw everything up with his stupidity. I didn't even have time to be mad, I grabbed my jacket and raced out of my room, right to the cockpit.
"Trace Kylie Robbins and Fey of the Coxian house. Prepare for lift."
I was going to go save both their asses.
7
Kylie
I hadn't slept well since that night. How could I when every single time I closed my eyes I saw the golden skinned gods, sauntering their way towards me with half smiles and gleaming eyes? I was going to run out of sheets thanks to the cold sweat and damp desire that kept rousing me, my fingers constantly searching out the tiny nub of pleasure between my thighs.
I wasn't the only one either, everywhere I went the girls were sharing that video of the dark haired Coxian laid out on the couch, his ridiculous shaft reaching toward the sky. I wasn’t going to lie; I had thought of that cock many times while touching myself.
Everyone had it downloaded on their ident. Someone had offered to share the video with me, but I had politely declined.
I hadn't had my ident on for three years, not since I had arrived here, and I really didn't want word to get out about that. My faulty ident was the only thing that was keeping me safe.
That and dumb luck. Thank god I hadn't been in the video with the ridiculous cock. It had already been uploaded to The Webs, and last I heard was DeepFaked into oblivion. Poor guy, everyone was talking about his penis. I guess it was good they weren't allowed to be here, he was already long gone. He would never know.
Fuck. Why did even thinking that still leave me with a massive knot in my gut?
I was not a swoony girl who fell in love with aliens.
Accept, maybe I was.
"You ready?" Natalia said with a snap. She was back to being all business and less teenage school girl now that the spell of whatever those two had brought with them had worn off. Good thing, too. I loved my friend, but I had never seen her so gossipy. After the second day of her wanting to compare cock sizes to household objects I had started to duck her.
"Almost." I leaned closer to the mirror, darkening the already heavy eye liner around my eyes. The color was as dark as my hair—chemically straightened—and heavy makeup was covering my freckles.
The ones on my face anyway. My body had enough of the speckles, perfectly complemented by glitter, as usual.
"If it'll make you go faster I'll punch you in the eye. You'll get the same effect," Natalia chuckled, arms over her chest as she leaned against the door frame. Impatient was her middle name. She wanted to get the virgin room open, and she couldn't do that without the muscle.
"Ha. Ha. Ha." I blew her a kiss through the mirror and stood, glittered limbs extending as I stretched. I had worked on a new dance the last few days in an attempt to get my mind off the golden boys. Tonight was the night I was going to unveil it. "Let's open some pussy."
"That's my girl," Natalia slapped me hard on the ass, guiding me down the long hall that led to the dark back room. Every inch of this hall was filled with half naked dancers and courtesans all running from their rooms in preparation for opening. "I was starting to think you’d lost your nerve. I can't run this place without your help."
"Watch what you say or I'm gonna force you out in some sort of hostile takeover." I gave her a wink as she turned, sharp tongue already at the ready. "The pussy parlor shall be mine."
"I didn't realize we were having a pirate themed night—"
"Miss Natalia," one of the muscly guys who normally manned the foyer popped up behind us like a gorilla and I jumped, Natalia's comeback turning into a squeak.
"Yes?"
"Someone is here to see you." He turned. She sighed and gave me a look of ultimate frustration. Yes, my familiar boss really had made a return, and a scathing one at that. The normal grump after an ultimate orgasm.
"I'll get everything going. Maybe you'll get lucky again." I didn't even look at her, I grinned and walked away, leaving her to who or whatever had come to see her.
It wasn't completely my fault that my first hope was that the Coxians had made a return; it was like those two were an infection in my brain. With how fast Natalia was bustling away, she clearly thought the same thing.
"Let's get going," I s
aid the second I cleared the hidden back curtain and entered the virgin room, the five newbies that Natalia had signed on in the last few days awkwardly tugging at their lace nothings. "Kirl take the door, I'll be in my usual spot."
"Where's Natalia?" A mousy brunette asked nervously, foolishly trying to cover her nipples with a bit of lace. "She said she would be here for our first time."
"She will be an extra minute," I gave her a grin and batted her hand away from her chest as I passed her. "Let them see you, cutie. That's the point."
She grinned and repositioned herself on the couch like the other girls. All of them were obviously nervous. But still eager. I had been like that once upon a time. Part of me still was. I’d heard the moans and gasps of pleasure for years, wishing I could take part, but a face as wanted as mine was best left in the shadows, not spread-eagle on a frilly bed beneath some nobody.
It didn't matter if you had waited your whole life for the moment you experienced your first cock, it was still uncomfortable to be strutting your flesh around a room.
And I danced in nothing but glitter.
"Let's go." I prompted, the music starting as the lights dimmed, the twinkle lights that Natalia favored sparking to life and reflecting off the glitter on the bodies of the dancers. Even if the head of TerraLink walked in here and looked right at me I doubt he would recognize me. Which was completely the point.
The large, dark doors opened, leaving the black scrim curtains that separated our room from the main hall of the Scarlet Feather. Thanks to the difference in light we could see everything out there, and they could see nothing in here.
Another safety net, so to speak. Just like the collection of knives and the lone gun Natalia had spent a near fortune on that were tucked away behind the pillar in my stage area.
Insurance. Protection.
Although, even I was aware that those were to protect the girls more than me.
It was already early in the night, but the main room was filled to the brim with both human and alien males and females. All of them were looking for a good time, same as they had for the last few nights. Maybe they thought they would get lucky and be on the receiving end of a Coxian.
Again, those two aliens flooded my thoughts and I shook my head, forcing the thoughts out and returning to swinging my hips. Music thrummed through the tiny room as the curtain parted and people entered, eager grins on everyone's faces as the party began.
The music swayed, I along with it, letting my legs spread as I spun, tilting my hips as I pranced around the pole in all the beautifully provocative ways. My eyes never left the darkened floor of the room, my focus darting from one patron to another, watching for sharp motions, nefarious actions. Anything that would require me to step in.
So far, so good. Perfect, considering that Natalia still hadn't returned.
I peered through the curtains, trying to find her signature hair and ridiculous dress. I finally saw her on the far side of the main room, key in hand as she exited her office, two men in tow.
I recognized one at once. How could I not? I had been dreaming of that golden skin for days. That blond hair. Those wickedly delightful eyes. It was the blonde that I had seen first, not the dark haired one with the massive cock. It didn’t matter though, seeing him was like an anchor that was pulling me toward him, begging him to take me. Ice and heat collided in my veins, and I stuttered, missing a spin and nearly falling on my face. I barely caught myself, only to look closer at the tall man that walked opposite the Coxian.
Grey fabric swathed him, the trim cut uniform fresh pressed and perfect. I would have recognized that uniform even if it was covered in blood. Even if the patch on his left breast was ripped from him.
I had never seen a TerraLink official here; and the sight of him was forcing the world to spin in a different direction. Everything froze, knives slicing through my back, ice through my veins as my fight or flight kicked in.
The party stuttered to a stop as they walked through the room, weaving through furniture as Natalia took her time to reach us. To warn us.
"TerraLink." I snapped into the dark, hand slipping off the pole as I lost my grip and my shoulder hit hard against the unyielding chrome.
Hissing in pain, I righted myself as everyone went to action. The fully nude dancers disappeared, the near-naked virgins grabbed robes as they sagged into seats alongside their alien companions, all of them looking like they were sitting down for coffee. Nothing more.
"Get back, Kylie," Kirl snapped so only I could hear from his post near the door, his command pulling me from my frozen shock as I stepped behind the wide pillar that held my weapons. Out of sight but not gone.
The music became mumbles against the sound of my heart in my ears, my panic screaming as I went through every potential outcome. Three years of nightmares and daydreams had prepared me for this moment, and as I leaned against the wall of knives, I gripped my favorite, thinking about all the ways I would filet the TerraLink commander. That is, if Natalia would give me the okay.
That was the only thing that Natalia had made me promise when she had taken me in. If they came for me, I had to go quietly. I could cut off more dicks if I wanted, but I couldn't do it in her club.
Light slashed through the dark like my knife as they entered, Natalia's voice filtering over the sound of my racing heart with a quiver of her own.
"This is our VIP lounge, and as you can see, we place some of our best girls here. Many of our patrons enjoy coming here to unwind with some good company." Natalia laughed as though what she had said was some kind of joke. None of her companions joined her.
"It does seem to be an enjoyable space," a dark male voice said. The TerraLink commander, judging by the way he sounded like he had his ego stuck up his butt. "I think I would like to spend some time here. Maybe later if all goes well."
“Of course! We would love to have you,” Natalia laughed again, the uncomfortable sound making its own slices against my nerves. What was I doing here? I should just run.
I’d had an escape route planned out for years, but had never needed to enact it. Now, I’d been standing around because I was obsessed with the idea of a Coxian taking my virginity.
I took two knives off the wall, moving as quietly as I could toward the back door.
"Enough of this!" Another male, this voice a snap that should have been angry, but instead slammed into my gut and flooded me with fireworks. How could someone sound so angry and make you so horny at the same time? Shit. Why was I standing still again? Move! "I have already had a tour. I want what I came here for, where is the girl?"
"Ah yes. Where is this 'Kylie'?" The TerraLink rep asked.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
Too late. He was looking, and the back door wasn’t exactly hidden. He would see my glitter-covered naked ass high tailing it out of here.
The sound of the TerraLink rep’s heavy shoes rattled the walls. From that sound alone I could tell exactly where he was. Two steps closer and I could reach him in one leap from my stage to plunge my knife into the soft tissue right beneath his collarbone.
It wouldn't kill him, but it would give me time to run. Not that I had any idea where I would go.
"She was here," Natalia said, still laughing, giving me away. So much for her hiding me. Whatever pheromone was seeping from the Coxian was turning her into a giggling school girl. "Kylie!"
Keeping the knife tight in my hand, I peered around the pillar I had placed myself behind, only half of my body in view.
Seeing the two men close up was doing weird things to me. The leering eyes of the TerraLink official dragged up and down my body, his wet tongue darting out to lick his lips as though he was debating a piece of meat. The Coxian, however, was grinning and looking right into my eyes, his golden orbs pulling me into him, his grin stretching as though he had found the most precious thing in the world.
Disgust. Awe. Confusion. Lust. Need. Home. Hate.
The weirdest array of emotions tangled in my belly and
sparked through my muscles, pulling everything tight as I debated between stabbing and humping. The emotions and panic were so tangled, that there was a strong possibility that I would stab and hump the wrong ones.
"Yes?" I pushed as much false sweetness into my voice that I could. Pretending for an instant that I could look even slightly innocent as I stood there in nothing but glitter.
After all, I didn't know what they were here for. The TerraLink guy may not even know who I was. Seemed more than likely, now that I could see Natalia. She was grinning and posturing herself toward the Coxian as though she was trying to suck whatever sex juices he possessed through a straw.
"What can I do for you gentlemen?" Innocent. Kind. I really wasn't sure I was pulling it off.
"This is Fey from the planet of Cox," The TerraLink official began, gesturing to the golden Coxian, even though his eyes never left my breasts, that tongue still darting out as if he could taste me. Sick.
"Nice to meet you, Fey." I bowed my head slightly, doing as I had been taught so many years before. Prim, proper, and polite as my mother used to say when she’d prepared me to be sold off-planet.
I pulled it off about as well as I was pulling off innocence. I had met Fey before after all, now I had a name to go with the wide smile. All of those pleasurable butterflies were doing somersaults through my nervous system at hearing his name, the grin he was giving me washing away all of the nerves and fear that had ripped through me only a moment before.
With one look from the golden Fey, an overwhelming desire to fall before him overtook me. To let him take me in any way possible. All of those perfectly built defenses were falling away, the knife beginning to slip from my fingers.
Hell no.
I wasn't going to let this liquid alien turn me into goo, not with the TerraLink guy right there. I gripped the knife harder, still trying to keep my face impassive as I pulled all of my rage and panic past the tightening heat that was forming between my legs.
"Nice to meet you, Kylie."
Screw that I guess. He’d said my name and all of those perfectly controlled emotions might as well have been jelly. Who fucking cared if the greasy TerraLink rep was now readjusting his pants?
