Back To The Stars: ROMANCE: ALIEN (Alien Invasion Abduction SciFi Romance) (Fantasy Anthologies & Collections) (56 page)

Chapter 6:

I jumped head first back into my life in LA. Luckily, I’d paid rent several months in advance on my apartment, so I had a place to call home when I returned. When I finally arrived back at my place after 10 hours of rain delays and mechanical failures, my little spartan environment was like a breath of much needed fresh air after all of the extravagances of the Powell compound. But what I loved the most was the utter quiet of it all. Despite being one of the largest homes I’d ever stepped inside of, all of that space was constantly bursting and bubbling with activity. Whether it was servants preparing for guests or simply the Powell’s being the Powell’s, there was a near-constant drone of sound echoing throughout its massive halls. And I’ll admit that I was sucked into it at first, but now that I was finally back in the quiet and comfort of my home.

I slept for 12 hours straight on that first night back and awoke rested and relaxed. In fact, I was so relaxed that my body found its way back to sleep for another four hours. After I was awake and fully caffeinated, I gave my old boss at the club, Robert, a call. We chit-chatted for a few minutes and then I asked if he was in need of any dancers? He, of course, welcomed me back with open arms. Robert was a true rarity when it came to strip club owners. He was a good looking, well spoken, funny, educated guy, and he wasn’t a complete sleaze ball. One of the biggest problems of being a dancer is that your employers are more often than not no better than pimps. Most club owners would constantly hit on you, try and get you to party with them, or try and get you to fuck them so that you could dance in their clubs. And, oh, most of them looked like hairy bridge trolls.

When I was first starting out, this is all I was running into and for awhile there, I thought I was going to have to get a job working a register or waiting tables—not that there’s anything wrong with either profession, but I didn’t have experience at either job, and the prospect of finding one scared the crap out of me—but then I met Robert. When I walked into the club, I knew almost immediately that it was going to be a different kind of environment. The club’s vibe was warm and inviting even during its off hours (Most strip clubs during the day are the saddest places on Earth.). And what was most refreshing was that during my interview with Robert, he didn’t once ask me to take off my clothes. He could just tell by the way I moved and looked that I was a natural for the gig, and he treated me with dignity and respect, and he treated all of the girls this way and it was returned in kind.

One week rolled into the next and into the next as I found myself blissfully back in my routines. Mother had only attempted to contact me once to ask me why I had left so abruptly, and I made up some story about missing my old life and wanting to get back to it. My life was definitely getting back to normal, at least until Dylan walked into the club on a Friday night looking like a lost puppy dog.

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I was waiting to for my turn to go on stage and focusing on my upcoming routine, so I was fairly distracted when Charles came into the club and didn't notice him at first. But as soon as I stepped onstage, I saw him sitting front and center despite there being a packed house. Through the entire 4 minutes of my song, I stumbled around the stage as if I was in a fog. I just couldn’t believe he was here in the club, or I thought that maybe I was hallucinating his presence out of loneliness. But I know he was real when I saw my friend Tonya cert a drink down in front of him, and then watch him pick it up and take a sip from it without him once taking his eyes off of me.

When my song ended, I rushed off stage without collecting my tips—which, to be honest, were nothing but chicken feed. Dancing is basically nothing more than a way of advertising lap dances and private sessions in the VIP rooms—and I wanted to do nothing more than rush into the dressing room, throw on my clothes and hide in my apartment for 4 or 5 days. But I was right in the middle of a shift, and there was no way I was going to screw over Robert. So instead of getting dressed in my street clothes, I put on another one of my outfits and walked out onto the floor, and as soon as I did, Tonya came rushing up to me.

“Did you see that really good-looking guy in the front row?” She asked practically bubbling over with excitement.

“Yeah…” I said hesitantly.

“He just paid for a $1000 private dance with you!” Tonya shouted. “He even tipped $200 just to let you know that he was waiting for you!”

“That’s great,” I said as I made my way back to the VIP area.

With each step, I felt myself fill with rage. What was he doing here? How dare he enter my world after what he did to me! I should walk into that room and smack him across the face and tell him to get out! But instead, I strolled into the room as cool as a cucumber.

“Emily!” He practically shouted. He began to stand up from the lounge couch, but I pushed him back down and then pressed a finger to his lips, letting him know that I didn’t want to hear a word come out of his mouth.

I straddled him, our eyes meeting for the first time since I entered the room, and I reached for the chilled bottle of champagne from the ice bucket. I gently swayed on top of him, grinding against his bulge as I popped the cork from the bottle. I brought the bottle to my lips as the foam rushed over my hands and then tipped it back and poured it into my mouth and then down my chest, soaking my thin, lacy top. I then tipped the bottle into Charle’s mouth, giving him only a taste and letting him know that was all he was getting from me, nothing but a taste; a glimpse at what he’d given up.

I pulled my top off, gently swinging my head so that my thick red hair partially hid my face, and all he could see were my ripe breasts. I ran my hands slowly up from my stomach to my chest, then pushing them together and dangling them just a few inches away from his mouth. I could feel his hot breath against my nipples and they rose ripe and erect. From the corner of my eye, I could see his hands trembling, wanting to do nothing more than to reach out and touch me.

I rose to my feet and then spun on my heel, and bent over at the waist in a single deft movement. As I straightened, I arched my back and pushed my rear out as I slowly tugged my thong down and off while glancing over my shoulder. I then slowly sat down on his lap, pressing underneath his chin. I took his hands in mine and had him trace hands down my breasts, to my stomach and then finally my hips. I let his trembling hands rest there for just a second and then pushed myself out of his lap.

I then positioned myself on the floor in front of him, slowly spreading my thighs. With my right hand, I began stroking my labia, my fingers dancing across my clit. I could feel my orgasm building with each movement. At first, it was nothing but a tiny spark and then suddenly it raged through me and my hips bucked and I squealed in delight. I opened my eyes and Charles sat there, his face burning red and pouring sweat.

I then gathered my clothes and left the room without saying a single word.

And my happy ending was to never see him again.

THE END

Chapter 1:

Life comes in bits and pieces for many, but for some it comes as a whole – in a matter of a moment; life gives a few people everything that they desire. As Alison was traveling to a small town near the border of Texas, she had no idea that life was going to show her its more beautiful side at such an unexpected place. She was traveling there with Gabbie, one of her best friends.

Alison met Gabbie almost three years back when she decided to switch jobs and enter the advertising industry as a graphic designer. Gabbie was a fellow colleague there and helped Alison a lot to settle. It was just the start of a great friendship and soon they became inseparable. From colleagues on the first day of the job to roommates after a year, Gabbie and Alison were more than just friends – they were sisters. So when Adrian, Gabbie’s long time boyfriend decided to let her move in with him, they both couldn’t be more excited. Only after a year of staying together, Gabbie moved in with Adrian and commenced her own story. There were times when Alison would miss her a lot, but she was utterly happy for Gabbie at the same time, knowing that the both of them were meant to be together. Gabbie tried to set Alison with her friends, but it never worked out.

Alison was a girl of high values and principles, and she was finding it hard to find her perfect men in Dallas. It was only a few months back when Gabbie flashed a huge diamond ring that was placed flawlessly on her fingers to Alison.

“Oh my God! I can’t believe you are getting married!” was the first thing that Alison could say.

“Not just that. We are going to have a perfect country wedding. I have talked to my parents and they would like to host the wedding. It was their one dream ever since I was a little girl, and believe me, Alison, there is nothing better than an age-old country wedding. We are going to Luckenbach!” she was extremely excited as she announced the news and tried to cheer Alison.

Alison was looking forward to her wedding, but traveling all the way to Luckenbach, was certainly not there in her mind.

“We will be there in fifteen minutes,” Gabbie said excitedly as they kept driving on the state highway that led them from Dallas to Luckenbach. Situated almost 250 miles away from Dallas, it is known for its raw country charm and music. Though Alison and Gabbie have been best friends, but she had never visited Gabbie’s hometown in years.

“I can’t wait to be there!” Alison said, trying to match her tone with Gabbie’s excitement. She was having a great time already, being a bride and somehow, Alison already knew that it won’t be an easy task to keep her calm. She was the official maid of honor and it was her duty to be always there for the bride, without asking any questions.

“I am really happy for you, Gabbie. I can’t believe that you are getting married!”

Alison said as they entered the premises of the town, knowing that their lives were going to change. She would be bidding goodbye to her best friend with the best of wishes, and she didn’t even know if she was ready for it. Terrified and excited as hell, they both entered the town.

“Welcome to Luckenbach!” they both said in unison as they read the big signboard that welcomed them to Gabbie’s hometown. They could already taste the raw country essence in the air, and knew, just knew, that they were at the right place!

Chapter 2:

Luckenbach was not how Alison has imagined it to be. It was a homely town and had some of the most beautiful gardens and happening pubs that she had ever visited. She fell in love with the town, the moment she entered. It was not just the scenic beauty or the people that she liked, but it was the amount of surreal peace that prevailed in the town that attracted her the most.

Gabbie’s parents were one of the founding members of the town and had a huge mansion. As Alison settled herself in her lavish room, she could see various people coming in from her tinted window glasses. The wedding was supposed to take place in just three days and she knew that almost the entire town would be there. It was a small town in which everyone knew everybody else. Gabbie belonged to an affluent family and the event was already the talk of the town.

Alison decided to unpack her bags and as the sun started to set, she decided to explore the town in a better way. She greeted Gabbie’s parents as she stepped out of the house and decide to take a stroll. There were some of the age-old pubs and restaurants that were there near the central square. As she kept walking towards almost nowhere, she saw how happy everyone was. Alison had never visited a small country town like Luckenbach, and she was certainly fascinated by it. She loved it, each and every bit of it.

As she kept walking towards an empty road, she realized that she should hit back. Though, it was only after a few minutes when she found herself lost in that small town. She kept exploring the place in order to find someone, anyone to guide her way back home. She was about to lose her hopes when she saw a man riding a horse. He was already coming towards her and she didn’t know if it was a good or a bad thing.

“Hello, ma’am. Do you need any help?” the stranger said as he approached towards her. He was riding a huge brown horse that had lustrous hair and an amazing built. Alison looked at the man, and couldn’t stop admiring his flawless jawline and the color of his hazel eyes. He had slight stubble that only turned Alison on. He was wearing perfect cowboy attire and it seemed that he had come out of those old southern movies.

“Ah! I think I am lost!” she said innocently.

“You certainly don’t look lost to me, ma’am. It seems like you are one of the guests for the big wedding that will happen this week,” he said while looking at her attire. Alison was wearing a red T-shirt and pair of light blue denim shorts. Her tan brown boat shoes were complimenting the color of her blonde hair, making her stand out of the crowd. She was wearing the kind of clothes that certainly weren't going with the place.

“Okay! You guessed that right!” she said after she analyzed her clothes and got a little embarrassed.

“I can drop you off to Gabbie’s place if you want,” he stepped down from the horse and offered her some help. Alison looked at him and got pulled by his enigmatic aura. There was something truly mesmerizing about him. From the way he spoke to his charming looks, everything was simply perfect.

“I don’t know. I mean, I don’t even know you,” Alison said and regretted the moment she spoke those words.

“This is not your big city, ma’am. Everyone here knows everyone else – we all are like a big family. Still, let me introduce myself to you. I am Henry Clarkson and I went to high school with Gabbie. We were good friends back then and our families know each other too. So you don’t have to worry at all. You are in good company,” he smiled and looked at her with his seductive eyes, inviting her to steal a kiss. Alison tried to calm her senses and take control of the situation. She loved Henry’s raw country accent and how he explained it all to her.

“Oh! I am Gabbie’s best friend. We work together,” was all she could say to continue the conversation. She was getting nervous like one of those teenage girls who are scared to talk to their crush.

“Let’s get you home then!”

“How?” she asked, knowing what Henry had in this mind.

“I am not going to ride this!” she said, looking at her boat shoes and comparing her fragile legs to the beast of the horse that was standing in front of them.

“Oh! Johnny here won’t let you ride him either. I am going to ride the horse, you are simply going to sit with me,” he explained her and gave her a hand while brushing his hands with Johnny’s face.

“Be a good boy, Johnny!” he whispered in Johnny’s ears while making Alison sit on his back.

“I don’t think it is a good idea!” she said while trying to take control of the situation. She didn’t want to come out as one of those delicate city girls, but she had never sat on a horse before and the situation was certainly making her nervous. She was a tough girl who played baseball with the guys when she was a kid. She had made way for herself, overcoming every situation. Considering everything that she had been through in her life, riding a horse was supposed to be a child’s play – except that it wasn’t. It was a herculean task for her and she was finding it hard to keep her calm.

“You are almost done. This is it. Yes!” Henry said as he adjusted himself on the horse and made enough space for the both of them.

“Are you ready?” he asked her before starting to ride the horse.

“No. I am not!” she whispered in his ears and inhaled his sweet scent that imparted a euphoric feeling to her.

“It’s fine, let’s get you home.”

He didn’t wait for her, knowing that she would never be ready and started to ride the horse. He was enjoying Alison’s company as she came to his life like a breath of fresh air. Henry was already going through a rough patch in his life and started to believe that love doesn’t exist until he met Alison. He loved each and everything about her, from the color of her eyes to how lustrous her blonde hair was. He loved her tone and her polished charm. She was everything that he wanted her woman to be.

They both were having a great time riding Johnny and didn’t want it to stop. As the sun set down, they looked at the beautiful picture it painted on the sky and knew that it was a moment they both would cherish for years.