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Back to reality…their mission was assigned, they were on Earth and had chosen their female. She had to come of her own free will. She couldn’t be forced. The two men had some telepathic powers, but they were limited.
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Most people would wonder how a race from another planet would look and be so similar to Earthlings. The answer was easy. On a secret mission to another planet long ago, three-headed, tentacle-armed freaky aliens abducted a small colony of humans on a deserted island. They were stranded after a storm left them on the island instead of being back after a three-hour tour…a three-hour tour.
The freaky aliens conducted tests and removed DNA. Things were beginning to look up. But one of the Earth subjects named Mulligan or something was a certified moron. He
spilled the female DNA when trying to give a last sperm sample. Terrified by what would happen, the aliens didn’t say anything and now Uranus is overrun with humanoid males.
That is, except for the few females who had been there from the beginning. These lucky ladies had been tasked with the job title of “baby machines” and only they could produce females. However, since they can each only have one child a year, things are 8
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getting tense in Uranus. Even the scientists with their advanced cloning techniques, all they produced were test-tube males. Talk about up shit creek.
Thus, the ruler Queen Senna sent these two selected males to study and bring back a woman. Many missions were begun, but like most things started by men, they fucked up. Each time they would go to Earth, they would pick up some Midwestern people who would freak out whenever the anal probe was opened. That and the aliens kept getting lost and refused to ask for directions. Really is it THAT hard to find the third planet from the sun?
This was going to be a final mission, a last hope. The queen was getting pretty sore at the men’s futility in all areas of their world.
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The two men had seen her before, walking out from work, intrigued by the way she carried herself. Jared noticed the way she walked and how her clothes clung to her shapely form.
Tommy noticed how she needed to iron the seams. They were crooked and her jacket was wrinkled from all-day meetings, or at least that’s what he assumed was the cause.
She wasn’t perfect, yet there was a fire in her, an intangible. She was attractive and seemed at least from a distance, very confident. They had found the one they wanted—
now they just needed to get her to go with them.
“Oh, please tell me she isn’t wearing pumps with that hideous pantsuit…tell me.” Jared hesitated. “Tommy, she is. They are brown, too.”
“I feel faint.” Tommy laid the back of his hand against his brow. “Good Lord, I hope she doesn’t need to pack before the trip. I don’t think my stylist ego could handle another fashion fiasco like what she is wearing.” Tommy fanned himself with his hand.
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Jared shook his head, piping in, “Oh, come on, Tommy, she’s not that bad. She’s actually kind of cute.”
“She needs a ‘Tommy’ special makeover. Highlights in her hair, a little makeup, a massage treatment and… Oh look, she went into the coffee shop. Yummy, I hope they have French vanilla cappuccino.”
“Let’s wait a few minutes. I don’t want to look too suspicious. Why are you squirming in your seat?”
Tommy held both hands between his knees and swayed side to side. “I am excited, I can’t wait.”
Rene sat in the coffee shop. She was alone, scared and in a desperate funk of nothingness. She’d quit her job with no obvious prospects, her love life was nonexistent and to make matters worse, she burned the tip of her tongue on her coffee.
Whatever had happened to the “old” Rene?
The adventurous one who was afraid of nothing. The woman who had lost her virginity to a college man while was still in high school. The woman who won a few wet T-shirt and margarita drinking contests in college. Who had fun no matter the situation, thrived for spontaneity and threw caution to the wind.
The same woman who had scraped and crawled her way up the interior design ladder and let her reputation and diehard enthusiasm speak for her. She had stood up for herself and gotten thrown down enough. Now she was lost in the middle of the rat race and didn’t have cheese. She had crackers.
Her pride led her to this particular time in her life where she had become lost. She was free from everything and wanted to spread her wings…and her legs. She was in desperate need of two things.
One was a change in her meticulous, seemingly boring life. The other was a proper fucking and she wasn’t sure just who it would come from.
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