“Oh sweetie, no,” she says, her voice actually attempting to be comforting this time. “Can I ask if you…did you have anyone at home? Family, maybe a boyfriend?” Jessy puts her hands over mine.
“Well, not really.”
I think of my mom and dad who passed right after I left for college. Who knew carbon monoxide could ruin your whole life over the course of a night? A boyfriend? I don’t know if I would call my Tinder hookups with adult men who lived in their parent’s basements boyfriend material…
“Yeah, that’s the common denominator for all of us here; we’re unattached.” She takes her hands back and crossed her arms over her chest again. “If you want to stick near me tonight, that’s fine. I can show you the ropes. Dancing’s not hard; it’s even easier with the shot.”
“Wait, you never told me what was in the shot.”
“Think of it like an alien spanish fly, really gets us,” Jessy throws up the sign for air quotes, “dancingif you know what I mean. But we're all in these plastic bubbles, so no one can touch. It’s easy just to ignore the aliens. Plus, not all species are as unpleasant to look at as our Deenz captors.”
“That asshole gave me a horny shot? What the fuck!” I slam my fist against the plastic of the bench seat. I’m angry things are out of my control, but given the shit card I had been dealt on Earth, this kind of seems like a lateral move. Why the fuck am I not freaking out more? Maybe I’m in shock.
“Yes ma'am. We get our go-go juice about twenty minutes out from the club—I suggest just enjoying the ride. Although we normally don’t hit traffic like this. This bus will get…interesting if the traffic doesn’t pick up soon.” She peeks her head around mine to try and see what the hold up is.
“Why don’t we just fly over it?” I ask. I mean, wouldn’t that be the benefit of flying versus driving?
“Well, we aren’t flying for one, we’re in a magnetic field, so we can’t really leave it.”
“How do you know that? Are you just really observant?”
Jessy chuckles. “You might not believe me, Opal, but I’m an honest-to-god rocket scientist…I got picked up outside of Cape Canaveral on my lunch break.” She flips her hair to the other side of her head dramatically. “I think my hair is what got me picked up. The dancing isn’t ideal, but part of me isn’t too sad about getting to see what’s out there, I suppose. All the girls who dance have something interesting going on physically. I mean check out those curves on you, girl!”
I try my best not to scoff, but she’s right. I’m all tits and ass and had been using it to my advantage while serving at the Crafty Crab, stashing away all the tips I could to try and keep Mom and Dad’s house from going into foreclosure. I guess there is no stopping the courts now. I’m not even sure how long I’ve been gone.
“Thanks. How far out are we from where we’re going?”
“Oh, it’s a club right on the beach. You can’t see from here in the city but Sontafrul 6 is a beach planet. It’s a huge tourist destination for other aliens. It’s probably one of my favorites in our rotation.”
Jessy seems earnest and honestly excited to get there. I hadn’t had a vacation since my folks died; maybe a beach planet didn’t sound so bad.
I shift in my seat and notice an annoying itch beginning in my crotch. I shift again, attempting to scratch the itch without my hands. The seam from my bandage-style bikini rolls over my clit, and I have to bite my lip to not let out an audible moan. Heaven help me if I don’t try that move again. It feels good, better than it should—Oh shit, the spanish fly.I turn toward Jessy to make sure I hadn’t tipped off what I was actually doing.
“Girl, you would be surprised what I can ignore. I heard our lovely purple overlord say he gave you extra, so do what you gotta do to take the edge off. We don’t seem to be moving anytime soon,” Jessy says as she settles in and closes her eyes.
I guess I hadn’t been very discreet.
“You know, it’s frowned upon to diddle yourself in front of new friends, or in public, or on a bus…” I laugh nervously as my nipples bead underneath the tight weave of my top. It’s skimpy on the least endowed girls on the bus but on me it’s downright pornographic.
“Opal,you’re new. I’ve been getting these shots for years. The first few times are intense. Now I’m not gonna help you get off, so don’t get any ideas; I draw the line there. But I can sure as shit turn my head if you need some personal time. Hell, the other girls had to do it for me when I was new too. Honestly, do what you need to, I swear I don’t care.” She works her shoulders into the molded plastic seat, and it looks like she’s settling in for a nap.
Maybe I could ignore the damn shot. Did I want to be a feral mess on a bus in space? Fuck no. Did it seem like I had much of a choice? The way my pussy throbbed said no.
“Jessy, are you sure? I’m literally about to put my hands down my pants, so you need to say no if you’re just joking or this is some weird hazing thing.”
The bitch fakes a snore and turns away from me. Well, I guess this would make for a great game of Never Have I Ever one day.
Unfortunately, I am a visual gal, and I search the bus for something to inspire me. The purple son of a bitch who put me in this situation stares at me in disgust, his scales slick with whatever nastiness he’s secreting.
That’s never gonna happen.I turn my gaze outside the bus. The four rows of traffic have so many interesting vehicles, but most of the pilots leave a lot to be desired. I see a tall alien with some tentacles in a craft that looks like a cluster of clear pink bubbles. His face is very alien, unsettlingly so even, but maybe we could do something with those appendages, right? He’ll have to do for now, because whatever is in that shot is sending all my blood away from my brain and straight to my crotch. I slide my hand down the stretchy blue bikini bottom and press my palm against my throbbing sex.
Fuck, I’m soaked.
I push my middle finger between my lips, sliding against my swollen clit—searching for friction. My free hand pulls down the top over my generous tit and I pluck at my nipple with my fingers. The oversensitive flesh sends sparks right down to my core. The bus shifts slightly as it groans for a few feet before stopping. As it moves, I slide two fingers lower. I stay near the opening of my pussy, circling the sensitive nerves near my entrance. Could tentacle daddy stuff me with one of his thick, pulsating tentacles? I’ve never been a tentacle porn girl but shit, desperate times call for desperate measures.
I open my eyes, expecting to see the slightly off-putting face of an alien I’d want to use just for his appendages, but instead stare directly into the eyes of someone else. The long sleek looking craft next to me holds a startlingly humanoid face. Sure his skin is smooth and gray, almost like shark skin, but his face is masculine and his nose is regal. His long muscular neck sits on even brawnier shoulders. Those shoulders are draped in a green suit of fabric. It’s not a suit as I’m accustomed to on Earth, but it looks like formal wear of some kind to be sure.
The alien’s eyes are deep set and blue, and they are boring into me as I grind against my hand. Fuck, can an alien be hot? Because it could just be the damned shot, but he’s fucking gorgeous. He blinks rapidly and swipes a large square hand over his gorgeous face and tucks his white hair behind his ear. His ear fans into a delicate frill where my cartilage would curve. As he tucks the short length of thick hair behind his ear, he traces a finger over a set of gills on his neck.
