Las Vegas, May 4th 20:30:
Dressed in her shimmery-silver space mini-dress, Ashley threw her cell phone on her bean bag chair and screamed angrily.
“Where are you?!?!”
The hot cosplayer was late and not picking up her calls or answering her texts.
“I should have known he would do this. I bet he’s picking up some hot tourist at some gig,” she growled. “I could be partying with Dia right now, but instead, I’m inside on a night that has been described as the largest celebration other than New Year’s. Damn it!”
It was too late to travel downtown since the roads and public transportation would be packed.
The government grounded all the planes and closed off all travel to and from Las Vegas. Now, its occupants decided to continue with their pre-planned celebrations—and those who were trying to escape the madness couldn’t.
The media repeated the same recorded Area 51 footage, made earlier in the morning, all day long, the government preventing any new footage from being broadcasted.
Something was up.
Most news anchors and their interviewees believed secret technology and weapons were stolen. A few believed aliens really did escape, and now, the government was trying to trap and capture them. All of them laughed at the insanity of those who gathered but didn’t actually raid the base—no special run, no overpowering the guards, or what Ashley thought would happen, no massacre streamed live for the world to see.
Ashley secretly hoped the aliens were real and had escaped—there was no way Earth was the only planet capable of producing intelligent life. They had to be more intelligent than humans since they traveled to Earth, but somehow, they couldn’t leave.
Perhaps they crashed, or maybe they were caught leaving.
In the end, no one deserved to be trapped underground and have whatever done to them.
Whatever the truth was, she couldn’t wait to see what would happen in the days to come.
Ashley grabbed her laptop and a hard lemonade then plopped onto the couch. An alien invasion movie marathon was on low volume, playing on her television, filling the small condo with background noise.
Two matching unopened boxes next to a bowl of alien themed candy sat on the end table. A smile broke Ashley’s face.
“If that cosplayer wants nothing to do with me, at least I have Eva’s Monthly Dildo Mystery Box to open.” She glanced up at the time. “Eva’s Area 51 Party should be happening right now.”
She opened her laptop and clicked on her bookmarked tab. Instantly, a live stream of Dildo Queen Eva played.
Ashley laughed as Eva described her favorite alien and monster dildos, ranking them according to their purpose. She owned the entire collection, including the limited editions, as one of her VIP fans.
Placing her laptop on the ottoman, Ashley grabbed the box addressed to her and opened it, purring loudly. Enclosed in a resealable plastic case was a long, black, scaly dildo. Its head flared to twice the width of the shaft and had multiple thorn-like points along the rim. The shaft was fully covered with bumps, from underneath the head to the ball sacks at the end.
Ashley pulled out the information pamphlet and ignored the basic care-taking instructions.
In big, bold lettering were the words “Torhk: The Thunder Lizardman” next to the words “Limited Area 51 Edition.” The dildo’s bumps vibrated, and it was capable of glowing in the dark for late-night sessions.
“What a cock…”
A loud splash sounded outside.
Ashley glanced over her shoulder toward the sliding glass door, unable to see the pool from her position on the couch. Placing the pamphlet on top of the dildo and setting the opened box next to her laptop, she quietly got off the couch and muted the television as she sneaked her way to the curtains.
Small splashes continued.
Who in their right mind would trespass on private property for a quick swim? Just because almost everyone in the city was celebrating didn’t mean people could do whatever they wanted and get away with it.
Slowly, she peeked around the curtains to see who or what was in her backyard.
On the edge of her pool was a tall and lean lizard humanoid, equipped with claws and a long tail. He had beautiful black beaded skin that was iridescent as it reflected sea green in the pool light, with spines along his back down to the tip of his tail and forearms. A set of four spine-like ears sat like a crown on top of his head and moved slightly as they framed long thick strands of black hair that trailed down to the base of his tail.
Damn, this cosplayer was good. He looked so realistic—no wonder it took so long for him to get here.
