Taken by Aliens: An Erotic Sci-Fi Saga

***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 watching 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.