Taken by Aliens: An Erotic Sci-Fi Saga Read online

  ***Note: This title was previously published as the ‘Alien Sex Slave’ series.***

  Part 1

  The ice cool air inside of the club was like an oasis from the unbearable heat that had taken over the city outside. Washington D.C. hadn’t seen a heat wave like this in over twenty years and people weren’t quite sure how to handle it. They were flocking in droves to places that offered some kind of reprieve from the conditions, including the strip club where Alice worked: The Palms. That wasn’t her real name, of course, but it may as well have been.

  She moved there over three years ago, leaving behind a sad little ghetto with no family or real friends. The owner of The Palms had scouted her out of a trashy little place in downtown Detroit where the rats probably outnumbered the patrons and girls combined. He had been on some other business when he first met her at and he was impressed immediately.

  What was there not to be impressed about, though? She was the picture of ideal American beauty: tall and slim with long blonde hair and blue eyes. Nearly anyone who saw her, whether in the club or not, was sure to notice her washboard abs, full hips, long legs and perky, round breasts. She got looks everywhere that she went. The men absolutely went bonkers over her and women hated her simply for the kinds of things that her sexy body suggested. Alice loved it when they would catch their husbands staring. The attention was like a drug to her.

  That is what probably kept her away from all of the real drugs that were rampant in D.C. The other girls at The Palms were almost always strung out on something. PCP was pretty big at the time, though cocaine was certainly the vice of choice for these girls. Alice didn’t need any of that. The attention of her loyal customers and the wandering eyes of men on the street give her all of the high that she needed.

  The money was absolutely amazing. She didn’t have to go without like she had always done in the past. Her apartment was a large penthouse, nestled between politicians and business men from all over the country. In fact, the apartment was given to her by one of those politicians. He was a Senator from Vermont: George Wilson.

  To say that George was smitten with Alice would be a huge understatement. Despite the large mansion in the suburbs that he kept for his wife and family, he found plenty of money to give her anything that her heart desired. He even paid cash for her apartment just to make sure that she would be near his office. Her convertible was also paid for with cash about a month before.

  Alice didn’t even really need to work at The Palms anymore, but the money was secondary to the thrill that she felt on the stage. She was about to go on, sitting in her personal dressing room backstage and smoothing on a final layer of cherry red lipstick in front of her white vanity. She set the tube down and smiled at herself as she tousled her platinum hair.

  An older woman with matching dark hair and eyes came up behind her and put her hands on Alice’s shoulders, “How are you doing, honey?”

  “Wonderful, as usual.”

  The woman rolled her eyes, “You just wait until that asshole Senator gets tired of you, girl. I’ve been there before. I know how they operate.”

  Alice turned to her and patted her on the arm, “That doesn’t mean that I can’t have fun for the time being.”

  “No, I guess not. Just don’t get too involved. It will only end in tears.”

  “I know, I know.”

  They had been on her case for a while now, trying to warn her about men like Senator Wilson. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to listen, she was well aware of what would happen if she let herself go or, at the worst, got knocked up. The money would dry up and she would be blackmailed into disappearing. Those politicians had power like that. It was a very real threat to her, but she had pushed it to the back of her mind from the beginning. Why worry about something that hadn’t happened yet? The stress would probably just give her premature wrinkles anyway.

  Alice could hear the song ending. She was up next and there were always people there to see her specifically. By the entrance to the stage, Alice waited and watched the girl who was finishing. She was pretty, sure, but there wasn’t a woman yet who could compete with Alice’s raw sexual energy. The song ended and the other woman gathered up her meager tips before going backstage.

  She passed Alice with a sigh, “Good luck. It’s been awful today; cheap assholes.”

  Another song started up. Alice moved onto the stage slowly and the men in the club cheered. Most of them had come to see her. As the bass of the music pulsed through her body, Alice swayed her curved hips back and forth beneath her black silk robe. She moved down the stage and dropped her robe to the floor. The men crowded closer around the stage to get a look at her, their money clenched in tight, eager fists.

  Alice turned her back to them and bent over, letting them all get a good look at her. She ran her hands from her feet to her thighs and up her body, then grabbed the pole in front of her and wiggled her ass at them a little. She smiled at their murmurs of approval, and then stood back up. She turned around, grabbed back onto the pole behind her and lowered herself down with her legs wide open. Alice flipped her long hair and arched her back.

  “Take it off!” a younger man hollered from the side of the stage.

  Most other girls hated that kind of behavior. They had their own routines and didn’t appreciate the ‘constructive criticism’, but Alice savored it. They wanted to see her body and that got her excited.

  She left the pole and walked to the side of the stage where the young man sat, her tall stilettos clicking on the wooden stage. Her hands worked deftly and quickly at unhooking her bra. She cupped her breasts for a moment, licking her lips and moving her body slowly back and forth. They needed to be teased just a little.

  Her hands slipped the bra off, letting her large tits fall out. Her pointed nipples were already erect and standing straight out. The room was freezing for a reason, after all. The young man reached out a twenty and Alice got down on her knees to let him stick it in her tiny black g-string. She blew the man a kiss and stayed on her knees to gyrate and rub her hands over her body for a little bit.

  The men were all good tippers for her. After only about 5 minutes, she had been given well over three hundred dollars. It wasn’t until the end of her second song that she spotted the Senator in the back of the room.

  It wasn’t unusual for him: hiding in the back and watching her strip. Lurking in the shadows was like a politician’s specialty anyway and George was no exception. Alice finished up her set but made sure to give him the eye every once in a while. He was her biggest customer, after all.

  At the end of the last song the men cheered for her. She always thought that grown men clapping for a naked chick was a little weird, but what the hell. It paid the bills. She waved at them and walked off of the stage to the waiting Senator.

  Men weren’t normally allowed backstage, but the fat cats on Capitol Hill had a kind of immunity to the rules here, as was the case with lots of other places that didn’t even involve naked women.

  George helped Alice back into the robe in her hands. “Well hello there, sexy.”

  She smirked, “Hello, George. Did you enjoy the show?”

  “As always.”

  They started to walk together toward the mirror in her dressing room, “What can I do for you today?”

  “Well I was thinking,” he said as he shut the door behind him and shifted the belt on his pants, “that you might need a few bucks for some bills.”

  Alice leaned over her desk, making sure that her ass stuck out of the short robe for him to see, and re-applied her lipstick, “You always have the right idea, don’t you?”

  She smiled at him in the mirror, but he was too busy watch
ing her from behind. She shifted her hips back and forth ever so slightly and watched his eyes follow. The tube of lipstick fell back into a wire basket with a clatter and broke the Senator’s trance for a moment. He moved in close and reached a hand around her waist to untie her robe. The flaps fell open and revealed Alice’s breasts again. With her bent over the table, they hung down and bounced a little as he moved behind her.

  George slid the robe off of her and grabbed the cash out of her g-string, tossing it onto the floor. Alice’s breathing was already heavy. Her striptease had gotten her excited. Normally she would come back after a set and get herself off. Fortunately for her the Senator was often there to give her some release.

  His hands reached around and caressed her softly, pausing over her hard nipples to tease and twist them. Alice closed her eyes, bit her lip, and pushed her hips back onto him. His dick was already bulging in his slacks. She rubbed herself against him, sliding her wet slit up and down over the seam on his pants. His hands clenched down onto her breasts, pulling her close.

  “You’re so sexy. I’m going to take you right here.”

  She could hear his pants unzip and fall to his ankles. His belt buckle rattled onto the linoleum floor and the Senator grabbed hold of his member, rubbing it over her soaked panties.

  Alice pulled her hair to one side and watched him in the mirror. She spread her legs apart, “Do you like this, Senator?”

  He grabbed her ass with his free hand without answering and rubbed her roughly, spreading her open for him to look at. He let go of himself for a moment to slide her g-string down to her feet and over the black heels that she still wore. He always wanted them to stay on her when they did the deed.

  George moved back in place behind her and guided his cock into her hole. Alice savored it as his huge, throbbing member slid into her slowly. She could feel it move through her with every inch and moaned for him.

  “I’ve been so bad, George. So bad.”

  He grabbed hold of her hips and dug his fingers in, pulling her back onto his pole with loud, wet smacks of their skin meeting. He moved slowly at first, gliding in and out of her at a smooth, rhythmic pace that mimicked the sound of the music pounding through the walls.

  Alice reached down to touch herself and shuddered as her v-shaped fingers massaged around her clit. George started to pound her faster and she flexed her muscles, clenching the walls of her slick channel around him. He reached one hand down and slapped her ass. The loud pop echoed through the room. He hit her again, jamming his dick deeper inside of her.

  As Alice’s moans grew, so too did George’s thrusts. Her tits bounced back and forth as the Senator slammed himself into her. He reached up to her hair and grabbed on, then pressed her body down onto the desk in front of her. The beads of sweat coming off of George started to drip down his body and onto hers, making the sound of their bodies slapping together louder and more dramatic

  Alice rubbed small circles around her swelling clit, “Punish me baby. Make me pay!”

  George slapped her ass again, this time leaving a red mark in the shape of his hand. Alice screamed out for him. He grunted with heavy breaths and thrust his hips with everything that he had. His eyes stared intently at the sight of his pole slamming into her pink folds.

  Her hand started to move more furiously, “Come inside of me, George. I want your load in me!”

  She knew he was getting close. They had done this dance before. The tightening of his hands around her waist and hair gave him away. Alice had also done this enough to be able to time everything out just right.

  “Do you want my cum?”

  She begged him, “Please, baby. Put it inside of me.”

  George moved quicker now, the drips of sweat streaming off of his body. He took his hand off of her hair and reached under her, moving her hand out of the way. His rough fingers took over, rubbing her clit in time with his deep thrusts.

  Alice started to come, the inside of her pussy clenching up and flooding with her juices, “Oh god, George!”

  George rubbed the orgasm out of her with one hand stroking her clit and the other holding onto a bouncing breast. Just as Alice started to tense up, his dick exploded inside of her. The warm load flooded her as she came. Chills went up Alice’s spine as the hot fluid filled her and George coaxed the last of her orgasm out. Waves of pleasure ripped through her entire body, making her scream his name.

  His dick emptied into her quivering body. He pushed himself into her once more then drew out, a small trickle of cum beading down her leg. Alice stayed over the desk for a few moments, breathing heavily and leaning onto it for support. Her knees were shaking.

  The belt buckle scraped against the floor, signaling that the Senator had already pulled his pants back up. Alice turned to him, finally able to catch her breath, and sat back onto the desk.

  “When will I see you again?”

  George zipped up his pants and tucked his shirt in, “Soon. I’ll be in touch.”

  “Okay, sure.”

  He pulled a check out of his pocket, made out to her in the amount of ten thousand dollars. He walked over to her and laid the check down in the basket with her lipstick. George leaned down and touched her nipple one more time before stepping out, saying nothing. Alice eyed the check in the basket, then hopped down off of the desk and started to get dressed to head back home.

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  Alice had stopped at the bank on the way home from The Palms to deposit the check that George had given her. After that she went home and washed up. A clean body and fresh clothes were all that she needed to feel new again. She slipped on a pair of short denim shorts and a thin, white tank top. Her wet hair left see-through spots on the back of her shirt.

  Her cell phone rang in the other room. Alice jogged over and pressed the green button, “Hello?”

  There was a brief pause.

  “What?! Are you sure?”

  The voice on the other end was practically yelling.

  “Okay, okay. I’m turning it on now. Thanks, Linda. Bye.”

  Alice grabbed the bulky remote off of the couch and flipped on the TV. She was met instantly by a pale anchorwoman in front of a blue background. The big, red ‘Breaking News’ logo was stamped on the corner of the screen. Under the woman, a bar of text read simply: ‘Alien Contact!’.

  The woman on the screen looked shell-shocked and spoke in a wavering voice, “Again, a large unidentified flying object has appeared over the capitol. Reports are surfacing that the alien beings are in contact with the heads of state. Please do not panic.”

  The phone on the table rang loudly as she stared at the television in disbelief, her mouth agape. Alice didn’t even notice until about the fifth ring.

  George’s voice sounded through the earpiece, “Alice! Alice, are you there?”

  Alice stared at the TV, “Uh, yeah. What is it?”

  “Look, I know you’ve seen what’s on the TV by now. I’ve sent a car for you. Go downstairs.”

  “A car? For what?”

  “Just go, now.”

  She hung up the phone and could barely tear her eyes away from the screen long enough to slip some flats on and head toward the door. Once more she looked at the TV, then grabbed her purse off of the table by the door and walked out. There were tons of people in the hallways. She had no idea that so many people even lived there. It took several minutes to get downstairs. She had to weave her way through hysterical people with huge suitcases and random crap in their arms, trying to plot their escape from the city.

  Eventually Alice made it out of the building and was greeted by a black town car. A large man in a suit held the door open.

  “Hurry now,” he motioned for her to get in the car.

  Alice hopped in and looked at the man.

  “Where are we go…” he slammed the door in her face and jogged to the front of the car.

  The man got in quickly and started the car, locking the doors. The tired peeled out as he made his way through the overly-crowde
d streets with precision and skill. The window between them was up. Alice tried to roll it down with a button next to her, but it didn’t work. She sighed and sat back in her leather seat.

  It was only then that she noticed the huge, glowing disk in the skies over the White House in the distance. Alice gasped. It was massive, probably the size of half the city.

  She screamed at the driver, “Why are we going toward it?!”

  Either he couldn’t hear her through the glass or was ignoring her. It wasn’t long before they pulled up to the gates of the White House and were let in. She looked around wildly, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. The car pulled up to the front of the building and two men in suits similar to the driver’s opened her door and each took her by an arm. They led her inside, saying nothing to her as she pleaded for information.

  They brought her into a small room. The Senator sat at the side of a table with a handful of other men just like him. At the head of the table was the Vice President. The men sat her down in a chair opposite of him and stood next to her with her arms crossed.

  “What the hell is this, George?”

  The men eyed George then turned back to her. He did not answer . Instead the VP did, “You, Alice, are here to serve your country.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  The VP stood and placed his hands on the large, mahogany table, “No doubt you noticed the ship that has parked its self over this building.”

  Alice threw her hands up, “And what the hell do you want me to do about it?”

  “Alice, the creatures aboard that ship only have one demand, and unless we plan on giving it to them, they will surely destroy us. You see, we have known about them for years. I’m sure you’ve heard of Roswell.”

  Alice’s head was spinning, trying to make sense of what this man was telling her.

  “Well in exchange for keeping their presence a secret from the general population, they agreed to keep their distance,” he grabbed a file and held it up, “but last week, the information was leaked to leaders around the world. Now, the creatures are pissed. They have come for something in exchange.”