District 69

District 69

By Jenna Powers

Angela stormed out of her boss’ office, furious that he wanted to place her article somewhere in the middle of the online paper. Her article on the dangers of allowing aliens to live on Earth should have at least made it to the top half of the page, not snuck in as a small paragraph with a

‘read more’ link, at the bottom right hand corner. She spent months researching the aliens, which many people referred to as “roaches” on Earth. Her six inch, black heels clacked across the office floor, her steps short due to her skin tight black silk skirt, her large breasts swaying underneath her loose fitting blouse.

It had been 45 years since the “roaches” first arrived on Earth. Angela herself had only witnessed their arrival through old video footage, while her mother and father were lucky enough to have seen it in real time. At first, scientists had thought that the object headed towards Earth was a meteorite, causing wide spread panic. When the alien ship burst through Earth’s atmosphere and appeared above the city of Detroit, people were amazed. A mix of confusion, amazement, wonderment and fear had filled everyone on Earth.

When a smaller piece of the ship landed in one of the projects of Detroit, District 69, people all over the world swarmed in, waiting to see what the aliens looked like. Angela could still remember the first time she saw the video, a crowd of people waiting outside a giant rectangular piece of metal. The doors slid open, a bright light shining from the inside as figures began to emerge. They were standing upright, like humans, however they had 3 different pairs of arms.

The lower pair were clawed, like that of a praying mantis, poised to strike, the middle pair were very human like, with seven fingers protruding from a palm, while the upper two were more cylindrical, with small suction-cup like circles all around.

The 3 different pairs of arms were connected to a human like body; however their bodies did have ribbed texture throughout the abdomen area, like that of a cockroach. They had necks that protruded; slightly longer than that of a human and capping off at the top was a bug-like face, giant eyes on top of a smaller head with a pincer like mouth, two long antennae protruding from between their large eyes. The video footage captured the screams, shouting and gasping as the creatures stepped closer.

Angela could clearly remember the ridiculous efforts of the “ambassadors” as they had tried to communicate unsuccessfully with the aliens. It wasn’t until their 10th year on the planet that both humans and roaches could actually communicate. The creatures picked up the English language quickly; however they were somewhat limited, initially, in being able to pronounce certain words. The concept of time was also hard to explain to the aliens, as they appeared to have no sense of time. By around the 25th year, the aliens had set up a small complex within District 69, to a mix of acceptance from the public. The people of Earth thought that the aliens would provide information, technology, the answers to the universe, but instead, they were met with requests for space.

There was a small exchange of technology around the 30th year of their arrival, allowing humans to understand how to create a different energy source than the waning gallons of oil, ineffective lithium ion technology and dangerous nuclear technology. However that small exchange was not enough and different companies vied for competition to get as much technology out of the aliens as possible, all were unsuccessful. Angela grew up near District 69

and had always walked by in fascination of their technology as they continued to grow upward.

One odd thing she had noted since she was a child was that even though their construction continued, their numbers appeared to remain the same.

When Angela first interned at her current online newspaper, she managed to report on the subject of whether or not these aliens required some kind of paperwork to remain in America. It actually was ranked high in search engines and she was quickly promoted as an editor in their alien section. Unfortunately, her current boss was one of the editors that had criticized her work at the time, which backfired on him. He was stuck in editing hell for a few years before being placed back on the promotion track, most likely due to the fact that he ended up marrying the Editor in Chief’s daughter.

Angela plopped into her office chair, full of anger. One of her coworkers, Jeremiah, stopped by, peeking down her cubicle wall.

“Bad day?” He asked.

“Yeah, fuck Drew.” Angela responded.

“Ha ha, god damn, I haven’t seen you this pissy in a while. The fuck did he do now?” Jeremiah asked.

“My fucking article, the one on the dangers of having aliens on Earth, he shoved it on the bottom half of the fucking site.” She replied, angrily as she crossed her arms.

“Want to get a drink later? The team is looking to go a little wild tonight. T-Fucking-G-I-F!” Jeremiah smiled.

“I might join you guys later. I need to finish editing some other shit. Might stop by District 69, see if I can pick up any news.”

Jeremiah shrugged. “We’ll be at the Martini Hut, so just text me or something.” Angela stared at the article in front of her. She couldn’t focus and tossed it aside before stomping out of her cubicle. She needed a break, some outside air. Angela hurriedly left the office and grabbed a cab, she was going to see if she could pick up any interesting news in District 69.

The cab stopped at the entrance to the walled off entrance of District 69. Angela was always amazed at the height of the wall, a giant construct made by the roaches to keep unwanted people out. She headed onward to the gates, where a lone roach sentry stood, silently staring off. His eyes shifted and focused on her, his head still unmoving, it gave her the creeps.

“Angela Walters, ONN head editor, here to just interview some aliens.” She said with a smile. She took out her badge, passport and papers to show that she was allowed into the District.

The sentry stared down at her for a few moments before one of his hands grabbed her paperwork. He skimmed through the material before handing it back to her. He nodded and one of his upper cylindrical appendages stood tall, signaling for the gate to open. He stepped to the side as the door seemed to magically disappear, another sight that she would never get used to.

Angela walked in, her heels clacking on the metallic floor. She had a few insider resources that were fluent in English that she wanted to meet up with. As she turned a corner, something caught the corner of her eye. She paused before walking backward, shifting her head to the right.

One of the homes of the roaches had left their blinds off, allowing her to see inside. She quickly moved to the side and peeked inside. It was rare to see inside the homes of roaches without consent and notice at least 4 days prior. Angela could see that there were two roaches sitting on what appeared to be a sofa, just very minimalistic, almost metallic. Their right middle arms, the ones with the human like hands were furiously shaking as they stared at a screen.

“Oh my god…” Angela muttered as she focused on the imagery on the screen.

It showed a human female on her hands and knees naked as a man rammed his dick in and out of her. Her large breasts swayed with each stroke. The two roaches were masturbating to an adult video. Angela didn’t even know if they had genitalia and she was sure no one on Earth knew either. This could be the breaking news that she had been waiting for. She crept closer, trying to see if they were males or females when she lost her footing, her black heel losing traction. She fell forward and smacked into the window causing the two aliens to stand and turn in confusion. Angela stood in shock, her hands bracing herself to the window, the two aliens staring back at her. If she was going to get caught, she would get caught with a story, her eyes shifted downward to see that both were male, their long and thick dicks, stiff and erect.

The alien dicks were much different than human dicks. They seemed to twist like lightly twisted springs, ending with a rounded tip. She could see that they were ribbed, very much like their abdomen. Her mind was racing as the two darted out of view. She wanted to run off, get away but part of her wanted to stay, this would be her biggest chance at getting a story. Angela’s mind raced back to the long hard cocks that she had just seen, her pussy growing warm. She made up her mind and jogged around to the entrance of the home.

“All right guys, come on, let me in, I just want to talk.” Angela said as she banged on the entrance.

She paused, waiting in silence. She heard the scurrying footsteps as the two aliens wondered around, no doubt panicked at the fact that they were caught. Angela’s heart thumped faster as she heard the scurrying footsteps grow closer and with a swift motion, the door slid upward. Her nose was bombarded with an odd scent, a mixture of muskiness, saltiness and sweetness. The two aliens had wrapped towels around their waists, but she could clearly see that their erect penises were still there. One was darker in color and taller, no doubt the older alien.

“You spy. We do nothing wrong.” The older alien spoke, his voice warbling.

Angela stepped in, disregarding the fact that the two were trying to passive aggressively block her way in.

“I’m sure you’re not supposed to be watching that.” Angela responded, pointing at the porn video still playing. “So why don’t you guys just turn on your blinds, sit down, and give me an exclusive interview.” She continued.

The younger alien looked at the older darker one, who responded with a shrug. The younger alien walked up to the window and slid his hand across, the blinds appearing and darkening the room. The walls began to glow, lighting up the room in place of the missing sunlight. Angela walked over to their couch like seat and crossed her legs, making sure that the two aliens caught a glimpse of her bright pink thong underneath her tight fitting skirt.

“So, it looks like you aliens do have a gender. I’ve seen you aliens naked before, why haven’t I seen those…” Angela coyly pointed at their dicks. “Big boys before.” She completed.

The two aliens looked at each other, confused. They weren’t sure how to respond, this small blonde human sitting back seductively. Angela crossed her arms and crossed her legs in the other direction, once again allowing the two aliens to get a view of her thong underneath. She let one of her heels dangle and swing on her toes. She patted the open space to her left and right.

“This is a sit down interview.” She said.

The two aliens shrugged and sat next to her, their cocks still rock hard and erect. Angela grabbed a hold of their towels and pulled them open to reveal their corkscrew like cocks, each oozing out a purple substance. The musky, salty, and sweet scent heavily filling up the room the source of the smell most likely coming from their erect dicks. The smell further excited her, causing her pussy to grow wetter and her nipples to poke through her white blouse. Her hands moved in on each of their ribbed abdomens, making their way closer and closer down to their penises. The two aliens made strange cricketing noises as they leaned their heads back in excitement. As her hands reached the base of their dicks their cricketing noises grew louder in anticipation.

“About that interview…” She said as she stopped at the base, rubbing ever so slightly toward their corkscrewed shafts. “What you see on that video? I can do much more. But, I need an exclusive and I don’t mean just an interview. I want something that will really make me some money, some technology, anything.” She continued, teasing at the base of their cocks with her fingers.

The two aliens looked at each other, trying to figure out what to say. Their technology was considered sacred and possibly dangerous to the human race.

“We anonymous? Only one session?” The older alien asked.

Her fingers crept up the shaft of the older one, feeling the ridges of his shaft. “Yes, I have the right to keep you anonymous. And…” Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock and gripped tightly before sliding upward. “I’ll definitely make it worthwhile for you two and not just once.”

“Okay, we tell and give. Promise.” The older alien responded.

Angela wrapped her hands around both the younger and older aliens’ cocks, slowly stroking up and down, their purple cum leaking out more and more, providing lubrication. As she stroked them faster, their cricketing noises grew louder and faster.

“What would you like first?” She asked.

“Mouth.” The older one ordered.

Angela wiped her hands on the couch and stood up. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, enjoying the looks of anticipation from the two aliens. They each grabbed their dicks and began stroking furiously as she slowly revealed her breasts. She turned and unzipped the back of her skirt before sliding it down her round ass. Angela bent forward and shook her ass from side to side as she slid the skirt down to the floor. The two aliens gasped as they saw her pink thong wedged deep in her ass cheeks. She pointed at the younger alien seductively.