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Prologue
The queen grasped at the sheets of her large bed. Clinging onto the edge of her sanity. “Oh, it’s happening again, oh, yes.”
The large, dark-haired man growled as he nuzzled his face between her olive-toned thighs. With each roll of his tongue over her fleshy pussy, he knew he had hit the spot to bring his queen to the point of ecstasy.
His large hand reached up, molding to her breast. One hand high and the other between her legs, spreading her lips open to ease his assault on her slippery flesh.
With a smooth glide, he inserted his finger inside her and began to swirl it around in a circular motion. Spreading her open more and more each time around. Constantly applying pressure to her clit with his tongue.
The queen began to squirm and shake, her mind a blur, climbing over the wall of her boundary, until finally, she jumped over.
Rising off the bed she cried out, stretching her muscles and then falling loose and relaxed. She had finally freed her desires and let go. The calm after a storm of pleasure.
“What am I going to do without you for two years, Jared?” The handsome man sucked the tips of his fingers one by one, savoring the taste of his queen. “You’ll manage. You always do.”
“You and Tommy need to bring back the right woman, Jared. Be careful on Earth.
The only reason I am sending you two is because all the other missions have failed and I trust you.”
5
S.L. Carpenter
Chapter One
The double doors burst open and a stern-faced brunette woman boiled over in a fury of anger.
“Dammit, Kirsten. You know I busted my ass to get those clients in here. You have the nerve to take credit for everything I do for this company.” She clenched her fist, about ready to lash out. “I have had it with your backstabbing, money-grubbing bullshit!”
The supervisor stepped out of her office and gave a thumbs-up signal to the two women. “Great job, Kirsten. Those were some innovative ideas. You two should work together. Rene, you can learn a few things from Kirsten.”
“Like how to kiss the boss’ ass so much my lipstick is brown! Fuck this place. I’m going to open my own studio and bury this place. You’ll see how much I add to this stale, dead-end company when I’m gone. Especially you, Kirsten. Live it up now, you’re going down.” Rene turned in a huff, holding back her rage.
Kirsten flung her long, fake blonde hair aside. “Oh, you should try going down more, Rene, maybe you wouldn’t be such a bitch!” The next sound was a grunt, followed by a slight crunching. It was Rene’s fist embedding into Kirsten’s face.
“There went that six thousand dollar nose job, bitch. Fuck you.” Rene shook her hand to ease the sting out. She wiped the spatters of blood off her knuckles on Kirsten’s expensive business suit then stood up and walked past the other workers standing in their dull gray cubicles, mouths hanging open.
Rene’s supervisor Bob rushed down the cubicle aisle and stopped when he saw Kirsten, bloodied and crying, and Rene standing in front of the large, tinted glass 6
In the End
partition between the office area and management, applying lip gloss. “What the hell is going on here?”
Rene turned, puckered her lips then smiled widely, showing her pearly white teeth.
“Kirsten fell into my fist. Oh, before I forget, fuck you, too, Bob. I quit!
“Ahhhh, I feel much better now.” Rene smiled and whistled, walking past the few clients still standing inside the Ralston Interior Design Studio lobby.
She walked out of the building with a box of awards, memories and a few trinkets from her five years at the studio. Five years wasted on making a name for herself and having a blonde blowjob artist take credit for her. The soreness in her knuckles actually had a good feel to them. They reminded her of how great it had felt to hit Kirsten.
She got to her car, tossed the box in the back and stood with her arms resting on the roof of her car. Looking out through the smog-filled air toward the city skyline, she thought to herself, I need time to relax and figure out what the hell is going on in my life.
What’s next? Maybe I should travel. God, I need to get laid again. I’m thinking I’ll be a virgin because my hymen will grow back.
Locking her car door, she sighed and headed toward the local row of coffee shops and bars looking for whatever.
7
S.L. Carpenter
Chapter Two
“There she is.” A darkly handsome man motioned in Rene’s direction. The blonde man turned and gave her a once-over.
The two men were aliens from another world. Humanoid—but aliens nonetheless.
They had been studying Earthlings for two years. To blend in they dressed and acted like characters they had seen on standard television shows.
