Table Of ContentAlien Penetration
By
Kaitlyn O’Connor
© copyright by Kaitlyn O’Connor, June 2009
Cover Art by Eliza Black, June 2009
ISBN 978-1-60394-318-5
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
www.newconceptspublishing.com
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s
imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons
or events is merely coincidence.
Chapter One
Exhilaration swelled within Simone as she crossed the parking lot and sensed
the almost electric excitement that seemed to vibrate the very air around her. It
was more than the deep bass that pulsed rhythmically through the pavement
beneath her feet and made its way all the way up through the soles of her shoes
and inside of her. It was more than the song, although she realized as she drew
closer to the nightclub that it was a favorite and the tempo made her heart thump
a little harder, made her feel suddenly as if she was moving to the rhythm she
found so appealing. Every step, every pulse of her heart, even the sway of her
body seemed to synchronize with the rhythm, seemed transformed into dance,
but it was only a manifestation of the joy surging through her, not the cause of it.
She felt as giddy as a teenager on her first night of freedom, looking forward
to her first taste of the nightlife, when her entire life lay before her as one great
adventure she couldn’t wait to experience.
She was looking forward to meeting up with her friends and discovering
what the ‘special treat’ was that they’d thought up to surprise her with for her
birthday, but there was nothing particularly special about the birthday itself. In
point of fact, she’d begun to dread each anniversary that marked her as another
year older, another year past her peak ‘freshness date’. If not for the card she’d
received in the mail, she thought it was more likely that she would being looking
forward to her night with more dread than anticipation. Very likely she would’ve
been trying to think of a way to wiggle off the hook and stay home to mope.
The unthinkable had happened, though—she hoped.
She’d tried to tamp the almost hysterical thrill that had swamped her when
she’d finally gotten over the shock of the card. She’d tried not to allow hope to
take hold, to brace herself for bad news, and had failed miserably.
Tomorrow, her heart might be broken, but tonight she was going to allow
herself to believe because she couldn’t prevent it.
Sharon and Denise were standing in the doorway waiting for her, she
discovered, drinks in hand and a buzz already going if their behavior was any
indication. The minute they spied her, they started jumping up and down,
screaming and giggling, as if they were teenagers when it was as far behind them
as it was her. In point of fact, both of them were ‘settled’ and had been for
several years at least. In the real world, Sharon was a mother of three—two of
which were already in school, or at least pre-school. Denise only had one chick
so far, but she’d given her husband notice that ‘they’ would be pregnant again
before the end of the year. She didn’t want too much of an age difference
between her children.
Maybe they were going through their second childhood, Simone thought
ruefully, trying to tamp the heat of embarrassment in her cheeks as she waved
back at them?
Both women surged forward, breaking the line going in and pointing her out,
reminding the cashier that they’d already paid her cover charge. The cashier
turned to look at her and motioned her forward.
Glancing apologetically at the people in line around her, Simone inched
around them and held out her hand for the man at the door to stamp it.
Sharon and Denise grabbed her the minute he’d finished and dragged her
through the door and inside the nightclub. The noise hit her like a physical blow.
The club was rocking and filled, Simone thought a little worriedly, past the legal
capacity. Was it typical of the place, she wondered? Or was something special
on the agenda for the night?
Talking ninety miles an hour, her two friends plowed their way through the
crowd, dragging her behind them. She had no idea what their destination was or
what they were saying since she could only catch a word now and then over the
buzz of conversations around her and the blaring music. Nothing of any real
significance, she was sure, but she smiled and nodded whenever they glanced at
her.
It had been a while since she’d been in a bar—several years, although she
wasn’t in the mood to figure it up. She couldn’t see that things had changed
much … except that she and her friends seemed to fit more into the ‘older’
crowd instead of the younger crowd that made up the vast majority of partiers as
they once had.
The cloud of smoke floating nearly the ceiling was absent, too, she noted
unhappily, immediately feeling the pull for a shot of nicotine just because she
knew she couldn’t have it.
She’d always been out of sync with the world, she thought ruefully, but
she’d made up her mind to quit like everyone else had or was trying to do these
days.
And the world was going to be like Eden when all the smokers were gone,
she thought sarcastically, and no one would ever be sick again!
She banished her smokers’ rant from her mind with an effort, pushing the
urge to rush outside and smoke one back at the same time and forced a smile to
her lips when she saw that Sharon and Denise had led her to an elevated area in
the very back of the club.
Embarrassment flooded her all over again when she saw they’d decorated the
area set aside for her party. Carla, Meg, and Shelly, friendly acquaintances from
work, bounded up from the benches around the picnic style table and bounced
enthusiastically when she arrived, screaming, “Yeah! The birthday girl!”
Oh god! How long had they been waiting, she wondered?
“Now we can par-ty!”
Simone couldn’t help but chuckle. “Y’all look like you’ve already been
partying!”
They all looked at each other blankly a moment and burst out laughing.
Sharon signaled frantically for a waitress. “You’re two jell-shots and one mixed
drink behind us! You’ll have to catch up!”
Discomfort and reluctance flickered through Simone, but after a moment she
dismissed it. She hadn’t planned on getting drunk, but her friends had gone to a
lot of trouble. She didn’t want to be a party-pooper!
Shrugging, she took the two jell-shots Sharon paid for and downed them,
then ordered a slow-gin fizz. The shots hit her nearly empty stomach like a
volcanic explosion. A wave of dizziness rolled over her within seconds. The
‘girls’ laughed uproariously when she wobbled in her seat and grabbed the edges
of the table. “My god!
What was in that?”
“Absolute devastation!” Denise shot back at her, laughing. “Knocked you on
your ass!”
Duh! It felt like her eyeballs were rolling around in her head independently.
“Oh yeah,” she agreed, chuckling.
“Alrighty, then! Before we all get too snockered to figure out who brought
what, you have to do the unwrapping thing!”
“Oh, you didn’t!” Simone exclaimed. She’d noticed the pile of gifts on the
table immediately, of course, but she’d thought it was just there for decoration.
“Shut up and open them!” Sharon ordered her, grabbing one from the pile
and shoving it at her. “This is from me.”
A bizarre sense of unreality swept over her, but Simone grinned at her long
time friend and tore at the package with slightly exaggerated enthusiasm for her
friend’s benefit. Two tiny pieces of fabric joined with long, thin straps fell out on
the table. It was cherry red—whatever it was. Simone stared at it blankly.
Sharon uttered a snorting, crow of a laugh and snatched it up to display it.
“Swim suit!”
“Where’s the rest of it?” Simone asked, struggling with a mixture of horror
and amusement.
Sharon ‘modeled’ it for them, holding the itsy bitsy top over her breasts and
then swinging the even briefer bottom by one finger. “This is it!”
“I’m not wearing that—anywhere!” Simone said, laughing.
“Yes, you are!” Sharon and Denise both exclaimed in a singsong chorus,
wearing almost identical conspiratorial grins.
Her drink arrived. Denise threw a bill on the tray before Simone could drag
money out to pay. “Nope! Birthday girl doesn’t pay—until we run out of money,
anyway!”
More than a little uncomfortable, Simone smiled and thanked them, taking a
fortifying sip before she picked up the next package and looked at it
suspiciously. She already had a hell of a buzz from the two shots, but she wasn’t
nearly toasted enough that it didn’t occur to her that her ‘gifts’ were probably
going to get progressively more embarrassing.
She wouldn’t have worried about it if she had been toasted, or if she
could’ve convinced herself that no one else would notice. Her friends were
making such a fuss, though, that they were attracting attention despite the fact
that the place was packed and noisy enough no one should have paid them the
least attention.
It was all in fun, she chided herself, and it wasn’t as if she actually knew
anybody except her friends. Like them think what they liked!
Shrugging inwardly, she braced herself and opened the next package. She
hadn’t adequately braced herself, she realized. A wave of shocked horror went
through her when she saw the larger-than-life—she wasn’t going to believe the
thing was lifesized!—penis drop to the table.
“This little jewel is called ‘black beauty’,” Meg crowed proudly, holding it
up for display on the palm of her hand for all to see and adding as she turned it
on, “I put the batteries in.”
It didn’t just vibrate! The damned thing danced! Simone gaped at it in
horrified fascination while the ‘girls’ went wild, giggling like teenagers and
screaming with laughter.
Simone could feel her face flashing like a neon sign. She covered her mouth,
but she couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh … my … god! Put that thing down before
anybody sees it!”
Too late! She could hear snickers from all around them—mostly female.
She wasn’t surprised the men found it less than amusing considering it was
probably ten inches long from the vibrating ‘balls’ to the tip, at least, and as
thick as her wrist! Leaping from her seat, she made a grab for it.
Meg laughed and tossed it to Shelly. Shelley screamed, bounced it in her
hands a few times and dropped it. It began to ‘crawl’ across the table like an
inchworm toward Denise. Uttering a horrified laugh, Denise batted it across the
table toward Sharon.
Sharon studied it wide-eyed, as if it was a serpent inching toward her.
Grabbing it at last, Simone shoved it under the wrapping paper, blindly
searching it with her hands for the off switch.
“Look! She likes it! She’s petting it!” Carla said with a slightly drunken
giggle.
“Shut up!” Simone said, laughing. “How do you turn the damned thing off?”
Relieved when she finally found the switch and the dildo stopped its little
dance, Simone settled back in her seat, trying to recover her tattered dignity.
“Have another sip of your drink,” Sharon advised. “Next!”
Groaning, Simone decided to take her advice. Some ‘don’t give a damn’ was
exactly what she needed. She’d just taken a deep sip of her drink, however,
when the damned dildo started vibrating again, shaking the wrapping paper tent
she’d formed over it. She almost strangled on her drink.
“Oh my god! It’s alive!” Sharon announced at the top of her lungs.
Everyone jumped up and dove for it at once. Sharon beat it with the string
bikini she’d brought, Carla swatted it with a piece of wrapping paper, and Shelly
slapped at it with her hand.
“Hey! Cut it out! You’ll hurt him!” Meg said, grabbing it and ‘cuddling’ it
against her cheek. “Poor baby!” She sat it down on the table and shook her
finger at it.
“Bad boy! Behave yourself!”
Taking their cue from Meg, the others started behaving as it was a puppy.
Simone covered her face with her hands. When she finally peeked between
