Planet Nine-Nine-Nine ./\
It's another typical evening on Planet Nine-Nine-Nine. The deep purple sky is ablaze with billions of stars and illuminated with three moons...one swirling with creamy purple tones, one that's light blue and another that's pink. The intelligent alien species that appear to be as multifaceted in appearance as snow flakes, are bustling about the seedy, tainted looking streets of a futuristic metropolis. There are many establishments and neon lit, floating signs, advertising many licentious offerings.
Virtual reality sex? They have that. Sex with androids? They have that, too. In fact, this whole world is a place that caters to whatever sleazy desires one could ever imagine but with a futuristic twist. They even have sex slaves. But you can only gain excess to the more illicit, sex adventures through underground connections and word of mouth. But unfortunately for Angelh'ra (Angel-huh-rah) or 'Angel' for short, it's just another monotonous day of dancing and catering to the customers at the strip club she's been working at for the past year now. The place is called Club Heavy Metal, Six-Six-Six...
At least this club's one of the better ones. But there's a few things every strip club for males on this world, has in common. They reek of all kinds of odors and sweat from all the arousal in the room and all the male's walking or sitting around have hard-ons in their pants.
Also, this place, like all the others that cater only to males, is always overflowing to the brim with the most hideous, repulsive looking beings that have ever walked the face of existence. They all can range anywhere from three feet tall, to seven feet (any taller and they go to other clubs for taller beings). There've been times when Angel's seen beings with erections as big as a Glogat's (Glow-gaht's, her world's version of a horse).
Thank the universe she doesn't have to fuck them considering she's only five-foot-five and has only taken cocks no bigger than medium sized...all from boyfriends or dildos though. It's not that there's any taboos on her world about sleeping around and it's almost impossible to catch diseases because of the advanced medicinal technology that exists throughout the galaxy. But she's rarely found it exciting or worthwhile. Most of the partners she's had just haven't been very good or even good to work with despite most being quite handsome.
After reflecting on past memories of sexual unfulfillment, a little longer, her attention is brought back to where she currently is...waiting backstage for her name to be called so she can put on her usual strip show.
She traces the sides of her narrow waist and curvy hips with her hands.
'I hope these new duds I bought from the Instralator, brings in the credits.'
It's indeed, a sexy get-up...very futuristic looking with iridescent pants and a stomach baring top that hugs her like a second skin. She also has on some space-age platforms so dangerous, they could pop a planet like a balloon.
she finally hears her name being announced, up front.
As her heart races, she sighs before thinking, 'Here we go.'
While she struts down the run way, she enticingly shakes her hips, dances, gestures to the audience and does other things to entertain her them. She gets to the front which is a stage. She immediately starts seductively stripping away her clothes while scanning the room to get an idea of how many times she's gonna have to force vomit back down her throat while giving some of these poor, ugly saps, lap-dances.
At first, she sees the usual types in the room. But then, her eyes freeze and her breath becomes trapped in her lungs.
'Wow...he's so beautiful... Why is he
here
of all places...? And he's a Zentarian, too...this isn't good...'
She realizes that she's stopped dancing and is simply staring at a humanoid that appears to be about six feet tall with a lean, muscular frame; very long, white hair; eyes as blue as a blue star; skin like a very light beige with traces of pink or the color ivory and pointy ears.
She feels her cheeks growing as hot as suns.
The male smiles at her and her cheeks grow hotter.
She stares a little longer, before her eyes jerk away from him and she continues to dance and strip.
As she tries to suppress the urge to grin while continuing to feel the breathtaking male's eyes on her, she thinks, 'I already know the other girls have been checking him out. It's very rare we get ones like him around here. I wonder if he's been serviced, yet. Maybe, he'll give me a high score and summon me, after this.'
'I can't believe it... She's the one...'
As the male keeps staring at Angel, he realizes that no female has made him feel this sprung, in a long time and an Allurian female, of all creatures... He's usually very hard to please. He would be when all kinds of humanoid females, are constantly flinging themselves at him.
He's never been one to bed lots of females (with Allurians being at the top of his list...) or go to strip clubs for that matter. In fact, he's a little pompous and uptight...at least that's what his friends always tell him. But despite his regal, celestial countenance, he's still a warrior at heart and a Zentarian one at that. That's why he'd rather be in space in a fighter-spaceship or on some exotic world, fighting battles that gets his adrenalin pumping, than sexing some strange female who's being
paid
to be with him (that's so beneath him).
But his comrades have been nettling him, forever to come to Planet Nine-Nine-Nine.
"You're always so tense, Sirius. Planet Nine-Nine-Nine will loosen you up, for sure," they tease.
He just rolls his eyes. They're wrong about him. He's learned a long time ago, to be very careful about who he drops his guard around. But he's capable of being more easygoing and fun when his intuition tells him, it'll be alright to do so.
As Angel plays with her large, plump breasts and pinches her perky nipples, he feels his dark blue, unitard pants growing tighter around his crouch. For most of the night, the handsome male's done nothing but glower, crinkle his nose, blandly and disgustedly roll his eyes, pull back his chin and gorge himself on alcohol to drown out his frustration, regret and boredom as female after female, failed to spark his fancy, even a little.
But now as if hypnotized, he uses the club device in his hand to give Angel a few credits. He remains transfixed by the gorgeous, humanoid female with hazel green eyes, dreads that flow down to her butt and brown skin that shimmers with gold and red undertones. Then after a final spin on a neon blue, stripper pole, her full, round ass bounces in his vision as she sashays off the stage.
Once she gets to the back, she takes a moment to go to the bathroom and clean up. She steps into a stall which is a machine that does everything for you, from zapping whatever outfit you select, onto your body, to bathing you with robotic hands, if you choose.
After inputting what she wants it to do, it gets to work bathing her, reapplying her make-up and doing other things. Then it zaps a Jetson like, iridescent bikini outfit with an elaborately designed top, onto her along with some fantastically designed, chunky, high-heeled shoes with out-of-this-world, light patterns in it.
Once she steps out, she's refreshed and ready to go to her kiosk to find out who's summoned her, her scores and everything else.
After she gets in front of her screen, she places a circular contraption around her head which reads her mind. Pictures of all the males in the club, finally pop up, starting with the ones who gave her the highest scores along with the most credits.
"Hmmm," she utters as her gaze drifts down the screen.
Her eyes arrive at the scrumptious male who grinned at her.
'Oh my galaxies! Out of everybody, he gave me the highest score...and so many credits...and he summoned me...! Hm. 'Sirius.'
She swoons.
'Even his name is so dreamyyy... Fuck him bein' a Zentarian! I ain't evuh been able tuh resist a hottie like that...! Risky but...'
She lightheartedly shrugs.
"Oh well..."
"Eeee!" she excitedly cries under her breath as she does a little, childlike dance.
She doesn't waste one more second scanning through all the other humdrum males on the screen.
Instead, after rushing away, it isn't long before she eyes him and is standing before him.
But once she gets there, it turns out there's another girl there, too. Also, to make matters worse, it's
Rizin
(RIZ-in)...the only female in the club that gets as much attention as her along with her ultimate rival... They get along fine when she's not plotting against and competing with her which is pretty much, all the time...
The other female senses that Angel's there, after the sexy male's eyes slide away from her.
