Space Girl Returns
The mysterious alien visitor, last seen in 1956, has returned to Earth, slipping once again into the guise of an alluring substitute teacher. Her mission? To seduce and manipulate Earth’s young men for purposes only she and her species understand. This time, her target is Charlie Grainger, a socially awkward outcast with a taste for classic rock and counterculture.
1
The visitor from space had first come in the fall of 1956. Her home planet had a need that only a certain type of young Earth males could provide. All those years earlier, she first appeared in the Johnsonville High School cafeteria as a substitute teacher. This subterfuge allowed her and the rest of her kind to accomplish their mission. It was now seventeen years later, the fall of 1973, and much had changed in the world of humans. Hair and clothing styles were radically different. Gone were the buzz cuts and the slicked-back pompadores. No more bobby socks or poodle skirts could be seen either. Now, the boys wore long hair, flowered shirts, and flared jeans, and the girls’ skirts were short enough to be considered obscene back in 1956, not to mention their halter tops with no bras.
Although she was somewhat surprised by the change, she agreed wholeheartedly with it as it allowed her to appear even more enticing. Unlike the world around her, she hadn’t aged one minute since her previous visit and was still as attractive as ever. She had, however, changed her appearance, this time appearing as a pretty blonde. With the new fashions, she could reveal more of her finest attributes, which would be certain to attract more males quickly. However, she had a particular type of male in mind.
The visitor had once again assumed the guise of the substitute teacher to get close to her target. She believed it wouldn’t take her long to make her move. As she walked into the cafeteria, which was packed with chatting and laughing students, almost every male head in the room turned to watch her walk by. She wore a shiny silver, low-cut mini dress with purple trim on the top and bottom and a pair of purple knee-high boots. Her long blond hair was parted on the side and hung down in waves to the top of her dress, which revealed her ample cleavage. The most unusual fashion accessory was a pair of silver gloves extending to her elbows. To the music-loving members of the class, she looked like something out of David Bowie’s Ziggy Stardust universe. Because of her incredible looks, there wasn’t a single boy in that cafeteria who could take his eyes off her. The girls watched her, too, but their stares were of jealousy and displeasure.
She decided to pursue a similar approach to the one she had done many years earlier since it had worked so well. She needed to find a loner, someone who didn’t fit in with the rest of the kids. The visitor found what she sought in a secluded corner in the back of the cafeteria. A lone male figure with long rumpled hair, faded jeans, and a tee shirt with the name Jethro Tull printed on it sat reading a tattered magazine called Circus. In her briefings, she had been taught what a circus was. It was this primitive culture’s traveling show featuring high-wire acts, animals, freak shows, and clowns. She had read that many humans hated clowns, so she was curious about why the boy was interested in reading about circuses.
The visitor approached the boy, pulled out a chair, and said, “Excuse me. Is this seat taken?”
The boy looked up, and upon seeing the beautiful creature before him, his mouth dropped open, and he couldn’t speak.
She didn’t bother waiting for an answer, as it was apparent that the boy had been stricken with some type of temporary vocal paralysis. He stared at her like he had just seen a creature from another world. If he only knew how correct he was.
The visitor asked again, “Do you like reading about circuses?”
The boy sat staring, mouth agape, apparently still unable to communicate.
She said, “Your magazine. It says Circus. Do you like circuses?”
The boy looked down at the magazine, then back at the incredibly sexy young woman. After a few seconds of dealing with a very dry mouth, he managed to produce enough saliva to say, “It’s not about circuses; it’s a music magazine.”
“Music magazine? Why is it called Circus?”
“I … um … don’t really know; it just is.”
The visitor reached over and retrieved the magazine from his limp hands. Then she put it beside her ear and said, “But, I don’t hear any music.” It was obvious that the woman was genuinely confused.
Finally, when he felt able to speak more comfortably, the boy said, “It doesn’t play music. It has articles about bands and the people responsible for making music like The Rolling Stones, Uriah Heep, Styx, Jethro Tull, and bands like that.”
These names meant nothing to her, but then she recalled the boy’s tee shirt, “I see your shirt says ‘Jethro Tull.’ Is he a maker of music?”
“Jethro Tull isn’t a person; it’s a band. You know, a group of musicians.”
“Are you a musician? Are you a maker of music?”
“Um, no. I just like to listen.”
She took in this new information for a time, then inquired, “So you study the activities of music makers with great intensity.”
The boy looked around and felt self-conscious about everyone in the cafeteria staring at him. He said, “Everyone is eye-balling us. Nobody ever notices me, and now they can’t stop staring.”
“Not to worry, they’re not staring at you; they’re staring at me.” She said.
The boy asked, “Ok, then. They’re staring at you. But why are they staring at you?”
“For the same reason you are. I’m extremely attractive, and everyone probably thinks I’m hot to trot?”
“Excuse me? Hot to trot? What does that mean?”
“Oh, that’s right. It’s not 1956 but 1973. I mean, everyone thinks I’m … a Brick House.”
The boy blushed and said, “For sure.”
“So, may I ask what your name is?”
“It’s Charlie. Charlie Grainger.”
“Well, Charlie, Charlie Grainger, my name is Cindy Jones, and I’m a new substitute teacher at Johnsonville High.”
“You don’t look like any teacher I’ve ever seen. You’re a …”
“Brick House?”
Charlie blushed again, put out his hand to shake, and said, “Um, pleased to meet you, Miss Jones.”
When Charlie shook Cindy’s hand, he felt something like a jolt of warm electricity go up his arm, down his chest, and right into that special place he often referred to as “Little Charlie.” He had never felt anything like that before, and his little friend responded accordingly, much to his embarrassment.
Cindy said, “I think you like me, Charlie. I can tell.” She looked down at the pup tent in his pants.
Charlie was aghast and said, “Um, ah, I’m so sorry about that. It embarassing.”
“It’s quite alright, Charlie. That’s how things are supposed to be. I like you too, very much.”
“May … may I ask you something, Miss Jones?”
“Of course, Charlie. You may ask me anything. And you don’t have to call me Miss Jones. You can call me Cindy. After all, we’re good friends now.”
“Ok. I need to understand something. Why are you talking to me? Look around here. Every boy in the school would kill to have five minutes alone with you.”
“But they aren’t you, Charlie. They aren’t special.”
“Do you really think I’m special?”
“I know you are, Charlie.”
2
A man of about 34 or 35 approached Charlie and Cindy, giving them a stern look. It was Mr. Parker, his gym teacher. Charlie hated Parker because he was always showing favoritism to the students that were jocks and verbally abusing anyone who wasn’t. Charlie felt somewhat relieved that he wasn’t one of the school brainiacs. Parker was extremely hard on them because although they were smart, most couldn’t do what was physically required in class. Parker looked at Charlie the same way he looked at the hippies, freaks, and stoners. Parker considered them the students you could abuse for pleasure up to a point, but beyond that, you were wasting your time. Since Parker considered them social misfits, he felt there was no use pushing them too far. In his narrow vision, most of them were too stoned to care.
“Hey, baby. Are you Miss Jones, the new substitute teacher?” Parker asked, doing his best to flex what muscles remained in his former jock body, now gone to flab. He was staring down into Cindy’s shirt, his lecherous eyeballs trying to absorb as much of her cleavage as was humanly possible. “My name’s Brad Parker. I’m the gym teacher and football coach around here, and knowing me will only make your life better.” His eyebrows did a Groucho Marx up-and-down wiggle to suggest what he meant by “knowing him.”
Cindy recognized the man immediately, although Brad apparently didn’t know her in her current form. She had unwillingly met him seventeen years earlier when he was a revolting, immature high school student, bully, and the captain of the football team. He had tried to interfere with her mission when Cindy had approached a loner named Billy Enders. She had embarrassed Parker by hypnotizing him into soiling himself in a cafeteria full of his fellow students.
Cindy had simply touched young Brad’s hand. When she did, Brad had become as still as a statue, unable to move. Cindy told him in a soft, melodic, and hypnotic voice, “Now you listen to me, Mr. Football hero. This young man, my friend Billy, is completely off-limits to you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Miss Jones, I understand.” He had replied in a monotone, distant voice as he stared sightlessly into space.
She said, “If you or any of your friends even consider hurting Billy Enders, you will embarrass yourselves in a manner most degrading. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Miss Jones.” He replied. When he came back to reality, Parker had tried to strike the boy and had subsequently peed himself in front of the entire class.
Now, that same obnoxious individual was seventeen years older, a teacher, and it was like history repeating itself.
Parker said angrily, “Why are you wasting your time talking with this loser. He’s nothing but a burned-out stoner. You should be spending your time with me, baby.”
Cindy reached out and touched Brad’s hand, repeating the same hypnotic process with this man that she had done so many years earlier. This time, she warned him about causing Charlie any trouble. She pulled her hand away, and after a beat, Brad shook his head involuntarily, clearing the cobwebs from his mind. Then the gym teacher looked at Charlie, took a menacing step forward, and said threateningly, “Hey, Granger, I think it’s time for you to pound sand. I need to spend some quality time with your sweetie here. We don’t need no halfwit like you interf—”
Before Brad could finish his sentence, the front of his grey dress pants turned dark as urine ran down his leg and puddled on the cafeteria floor. A sharp smell began to permeate the area, and Brad realized with horror what had just happened. He attempted to discreetly walk away as quickly as he could manage while trailing golden liquid behind him among a barrage of student laughter. Brad couldn’t understand what had happened to him. Then he recalled the last time something like that had occurred. It was in the same cafeteria, seventeen years earlier.
Brad was confused. When he embarrassed himself back then, a beautiful student teacher was also involved, as was a school loner. But that woman hadn’t looked anything like this woman. Besides, that woman would be older than he was now, and this new girl certainly was not. Something very strange was going on. Brad didn’t know what it was, but he was determined to do his best to find out.
3
“That rude fellow shouldn’t bother us anymore,” Cindy said.
Having felt the incredibly sensual effects of her touch, Charlie understood that the lovely young woman before him was much more than she seemed.
In his dismay, Charlie said, “But … what did you do to him? Was that like hypnosis or something? Man, that was like the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“You needn’t worry your handsome little head about that, Charlie. All you need to remember is that if Brad Parker tries to bother you for any reason, he’ll be soiling his pants in public every time. Now I have a question for you, Charlie. Did you like it when Parker called me your sweetie? I thought it was incredibly sexy and really wanted it to be true. I hope I’m not being too forward, but how did you feel about it, Charlie?”
“I liked it. I liked it a lot. But you’re a teacher, maybe only a few years older than me, but still, you’re a teacher. You can’t be messing around with a kid like me, no matter how much I might want you to. You could get fired at best, and at worst, you could end up in jail. I watch TV, and I know how these things work. But I really would love to be with you. I’ve had a lot of fantasies in the past few years, but none even begin to come close to you, Miss Jo … I mean Cindy.”
“Well, Charlie, if you really want me to be your girlfriend, here’s what we’ll have to do. During the day, I’ll have to be Miss Jones, and you’ll have to be my student. However, once school ends, we can sneak around together as a couple. Of course, you can’t say anything to your friends or family.”
Charlie said, “I have no friends, and my family doesn’t know or care what I do.”
“Ok, Charlie. In that case, I can’t wait for us to be together. I’ll take great pleasure showing you many intimate and sexual things you probably never even imagined. Is that something you think you might enjoy, Charlie?”
Charlie thought his heart might explode in his chest. With great effort, Charlie swallowed the lump in his throat and replied, “Oh yes, Cindy. I would like that very much.”
“Well then, Charlie, my new boyfriend, I think we should start as soon as possible. I have an idea. Do you know the road behind the bandstand and the gym?”
“Yes, I know where that is.”
Cindy gave her most alluring smile and said, “After school, be sure to miss the bus home. Then, I want you to walk slowly to the bandstand and wait by the roadside. Do you know where I mean?”
“Yep. I know the place. I can be there.”
She smiled, winked at him, then said, “Fantastic, Charlie. All you have to do is wait there for me for a few minutes; I’ll drive by and pick you up. Be sure to stay in the shadows and avoid being seen. I’ll be driving a red Ford van. The inside is fully tricked out for our adventures. The dealer called it a ” Numero Uno Shaggin’ Wagon,” so I know you’ll love it. I plan on you and me spending a great deal of time testing the suspension system, if you get my meaning.”
Charlie most certainly got her meaning, as did Little Charlie. That little fellow was at complete attention, and Charlie was beyond believing how his life had just changed so drastically. It was beyond his ability to comprehend. Not only did he meet a girl way beyond the girl of his dreams, but she wanted to be his girlfriend. She had to be at least 24, which meant she was probably experienced and could teach him all sorts of sexual things, and he certainly would be a willing pupil. She had all but said they would be doing the horizontal bop that very night after school. But would she really? Or was she just another great-looking girl looking to make a jerk out of him.
It had happened many times before, yet Charlie seemed to fall for it again and again. He couldn’t accept the fact that he was never going to be part of the in-crowd. Charlie was a loner with limited social skills who simply wasn’t accepted by anyone. Even other outsiders had no interest in him. Mr. Parker was right. What did a loser like him have to offer such a gorgeous woman? Yet she seemed truly interested in him. Charlie supposed he would find out after school if Cindy was the real deal or just another tease leading him on. If he waited in the shadows behind the bandstand and she didn’t show up, he would know it was the butt of yet another mean joke and would have to walk home. But something told him this was the real deal this time.
4
As they had planned, Charlie missed his bus ride home that night after school and sneaked to the bandstand without anyone seeing him. At least he hoped no one had seen him. But someone had because Brad Parker had been watching him all day since the embarrassing encounter in the cafeteria. As Charlie waited in the shadows, he heard a twig snap behind him.
A moment later, Charlie saw Mr. Parker slowly approaching him from the darkness. Charlie was certain the man was going to not only verbally assault him but physically. After all, they were alone in the dark, meaning there were no witnesses. Parker could do a lot of damage to him and make it look like an accident. In the aftermath, it would be the word of a popular teacher against the word of a loser.
Charlie lifted his hands defensively and said, “Look, Mr. Parker. I’m really sorry about what happened today. I had nothing to do with it. Please don’t hurt me.”
“I’m not going to hurt you, Charlie, although part of me would love to. Another part of me would simply like to walk away and let you find out for yourself what will happen.”
Charlie said, “I don’t understand, Mr. Parker. What are you talking about?”
“Did you ever hear the name Billy Elders, Charlie?”
Charlie thought for a moment, then said, “Billy Elders? No, I never heard that name. What about him.”
“Well, Charlie. Seventeen years ago, a boy named Billy Elders went to our school when I was your age. I was captain of the football team, but Billy was a loner like yourself with no friends.”
“Ok, so …”
“So one day, this gorgeous substitute teacher showed up and started making moves on Billy like Cindy Jones did with you today. In fact, she used the same alias, Cindy Jones. I didn’t remember that until a few hours ago. But later that night, Billy disappeared and was never heard from again. The same thing happened to several other boys at other schools. No one ever figured out what had become of them. But now, seeing what I saw today in the cafeteria, I felt I should warn you to steer clear of that woman, or something bad could happen to you. I checked with the office, and we not only don’t have a substitute teacher with that name, but we never did.”
“I don’t think I believe you,” Charlie said hesitantly.
Parker said, “You should believe me because something about that woman is wrong, and if you keep this up, something bad will happen to you, Charlie.”
“You mean like pissing my pants like you did today,” Charlie said with a boastful laugh.
“Laugh all you will, kid. I’m telling you the truth. There’s something very wrong with that woman; you should watch yourself. You must listen to me, Charlie, for your own good.” Parker reached out and grabbed Charlie by the arm to emphasize his point. When he did, Parker felt cramping in his stomach, let loose with an involuntary fart, and as the air filled with a foul stench, Charlie saw brown liquid oozing out from the bottom of Mr. Parker’s pants.
Charlie started laughing again at Brad Parker’s embarrassment.
“Can’t you see, Charlie? This isn’t right! She has done something to me and probably to you.”
“All she’s done to me is promise to make a man out of me, Mr. Parker. You can’t stop what’s meant to be. Now leave me alone; you’re stinking up the place.”
Parker turned and left in frustration. He had done what he could for the boy. He didn’t even like Charlie but felt that, as a teacher, it was his responsibility to at least try to stop him. Now, he knew nothing else could be done. Whatever was going to happen would happen. Parker wondered why it had taken him so long to piece together all the events of seventeen years ago, then realized whatever the girl had done to him probably wore off eventually and took the memories away with it.
A few minutes later, Charlie heard a car horn and saw Cindy waiting at the curb in her red van as promised. He climbed into the passenger seat, and they drove away. Cindy had seen Parker walking away in the shadows.
“Was that Mr. Parker I saw?
“Yeah.”
“Apparently, he didn’t learn his lesson earlier today. What did he want?” Cindy said.
“Nothin’. He’s been following me all day and must have figured I was meeting you. He tried to stop me.”
“I wonder why he would do that. He knows you’re all I want, not some washed-up flabby former jock.”
Charlie decided it might be better not to go into detail about Parker’s warning. He didn’t want to do anything to mess up his chances tonight.
“Yeah, I think he was just jealous and thought he had a chance with you,” Charlie said.
Cindy laughed, “Him? Not a chance in the world. Did he touch you, Charlie?”
“He tried to grab me to stop me, but that didn’t work out so well for him. He crapped his pants.”
“That’s great!” Cindy exclaimed.
“Yeah, it was. But I still don’t understand how you managed to make that happen.”
Cindy chuckled, “It doesn’t matter, Charlie. I’ll tell you all about it shortly. But first, you and I are going to have a night to remember. She jerked her thumb toward the back of the van, and Charlie saw a blowup air mattress with a warm blanket spread out in the back of the van. A few miles up the road, Cindy pulled the van onto a dirt road and turned off the engine. She smiled at Charlie with large, seductive eyes and said, “I want you, Charlie. I need you right now, more than you could ever imagine.”
5
Within a few seconds, the two were in the back of the van, road-testing that mattress. A bumper sticker on the back bumper read, “If the van is rockin’, don’t bother knockin.’” That van was not only rockin’ but rockin’ and rollin’.
When they finished, the pair lay naked, coated in sweat, and wrapped in a blanket to fight the night chill. Cindy asked, “Was that everything you thought it would be, Charlie?”
Charlie was practically speechless. He had never imagined anything could ever feel as incredible as that. With the innocence of youth, he blurted, “It was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced. I’m … I’m in love with you, Cindy.”
“You’re not in love with me, Charlie; you’re only in lust. You’re too young to realize it, but that doesn’t matter. Because, you see, this was a test to see if you had what my people needed, and you passed the test with flying colors.”
“What are you talking about, Cindy? What do you mean by ‘test’? And who are your people?”
Cindy pretended to be unsure of herself, then said, “Well, I have some things to confess, Charle. First, I’m not a substitute teacher at your school.”
Charlie said, “That’s what Mr. Parker told me back by the bandstand. He said he checked with the front office, and no one heard of you.”
“He was right about that, Charlie. In fact, I’m not even a teacher or a college graduate.”
Charlie said, “You’re not? Well, I suppose that doesn’t matter to me. You’re doing a great job of teaching me, anyway.”
Cindy hesitated for a moment, then said, “There’s something I need to tell you now that you might have trouble believing, but if we’re going to be together, it’s something you have to be sure you understand.”
“What is it, Cindy?”
“What would you think if I were to tell you that I wasn’t actually from Earth but was from another world?”
“You mean another planet?”
“Well, yes, but not just another planet. I mean like another universe, light years from Earth.”
Charlie said, “I’m not sure I would believe you. And if I did, I don’t think it would matter to me.”
“That’s good to hear, Charlie, because the truth is, I am from another planet in a universe far from Earth.”
“Ok, then. Let’s say I believe you. You sure did travel a long distance for a little sumptin-sumptin, if you know what I mean. Don’t you have like dating services on your planet?”
“The problem is this, Charlie. The males on our planet have all died off. Our entire planet is inhabited by women like me. We have no way to reproduce. We found that Earth had plenty of males capable of impregnating us and allowing our race to carry on. And most seem as willing as you, Charlie.”
“Now I have another question. Why me? I’m just a small, weak, nerdy guy. Why would you choose me over some big, athletic dude?”
“Those big, muscle-headed guys are just like our previous males. They’re overflowing with way too much testosterone and always end up fighting and killing each other. If we were to bring back those types of males, in a few years, we would eventually find ourselves in the same situation again.”
“Did you just say, bring back?” Charlie recalled again what Mr. Parker said about that Billy Elders kid and the other kids that disappeared and were never heard from again. Maybe those boys went back to this girl’s planet. That would explain their disappearance. Charlie held back a chuckle. While everyone here on Earth was trying to find them, those guys were having the time of their lives boffing hot chicks on planet whatever-it-is.
Cindy interrupted his thoughts, “We won’t force you to come back with us, Charlie. It has to be your choice to come back with us voluntarily.”
“You keep saying we. Are there more of you?” Charlie said.
A moment later, a knock came on the van’s back door. Cindy opened the door and stepped out onto the dirt road stark naked. Charlie wrapped himself in the blanket and followed her outside. To his shock, he saw two of the most beautiful women he had ever seen approach him and Cindy. They wore see-through sheer gowns, which showed all the goods they had to offer. It became obvious that Cindy knew these two women and was expecting them.
“Hi, Charlie.” One of them said.
“Hello.” He replied awkwardly.
The second girl looked at Cindy and asked, “Does Charlie sufficiently meet our expectations?”
Cindy said, “Most certainly. In fact, he goes beyond the average test requirements and well into the excels zone.”
The first girl, who had been eying Charlie since their arrival, smiled and asked, “Do you think he is ready for me to test his capabilities next?”
Cindy asked, “Charlie, Honey, would you be willing to show my associate Mindy what you can do?”
Charlie thought he had died and gone to Heaven, “Well, sure. I mean, if you’re ok with it. I thought you might be jealous.”
“Not At all. As I said, we are here on a mission to repopulate our planet. Even though I care deeply for you, Charlie, I can’t let something as petty as jealousy get in the way of saving our species.”
Charlie said, “Well, in that case, let the good times roll.”
Mindy and Charlie climbed into the van, and Cindy closed the doors. In the following moments, the good times did roll inside that van. As the couple coupled, Cindy spoke conspiratorially with the other woman named Lindy.
But with Charlie and Mindy out of sight, the two women reverted to their normal form. They no longer resembled the gorgeous creatures they had once been. Had Charlie seen them in their true form, he would have run away screaming or dropped dead of fright.
Although these creatures had the general shape and outline of women, that was where the resemblance ended. The two monstrosities standing beside the van, which was presently bouncing rhythmically on its springs, appeared hideously alien.
Their foreheads extend far back along their skulls from large, segmented, insectile eyes, ending in a cluster of long, stringy tentacles hanging down like a cluster of snakes. The slithery appendages even moved like snakes, as if they had minds of their own. The segmented eyes glowed blue-white in the moonlight and were wide apart, almost positioned near the sides of the creature’s heads.
These creatures had no noses but three nostrils positioned where a nose should be found. When the aliens breathed, these nasal orifices pulsated with each inhalation. The creatures’ ears were large and pointed with long floppy dangling lobes. However, the most frightening facial features were their large, thick-lipped, wide mouths that stretched from one ear to the other and were filled with multiple rows of sharp shark-like teeth.
Although the women were naked, they had no firm breasts but instead possessed a series of eight teats, like those found on nursing animals. Although their bodies were mostly hairless, the area between their legs was furry. Their fingers and toes were four times the length of their human counterparts, had thin, fleshy webbing between them, and sharp claws on the ends.
The alien, who called herself Cindy, looked through the steamed window into the back of the van and saw Charlie and Mindy going at it. Mindy’s tentacles were glowing bright red and moving hypnotically like Medusa’s head full of snakes. She cried out with fake pleasure as her segmented eyes rolled back and her cavernous mouth opened wide to scream.
Lindy looked at Cindy and asked, “So you’re sure he has no idea what we actually look like?”
“None whatsoever. You know that; they never do.” Cindy said in their native language, which consisted of guttural noises, clicks, and bleeps.
Lindy asked, “If he only knew what our needs really were. Did you use the story about repopulating our species?”
“Yes, and he fell for it, as did the other several dozen recruits, I found. How successful were you and Mindy?”
“We found more than thirty candidates. They will all be ready when we leave at midnight.”
6
“Hold it right there, you alien she-devils.” A voice shouted from the darkness.
Then, Brad Parker stepped out of the shadows, holding a 12-gauge shotgun at waist level. The two creatures immediately transformed into their Earthly disguises; Cindy was naked, and Lindy was in solid pink hot pants and a matching flowered halter top.
“What did you demons do to Charlie? Tell me now, or I’ll blow ya both to Kingdom Come.” Parker insisted. As he tried to stand, his stomach grumbled, and he bent over slightly in pain as his bowels let loose again, filling the air with a vile stench. After a moment, he could stand straight again despite having lost most of his dignity.
Cindy stepped forward and said, “All these years later, you still haven’t learned your lesson, have you, Brad? You know you can’t hurt or even threaten us without causing yourself incredible discomfort and embarrassment. If you keep trying, you’ll eventually crap your insides out and die a slow, painful death.
“Not before I take you two bitches with me,” Brad said as he raised his shotgun.
Before he could discharge the weapon, Lindy pulled out a futuristic-looking pistol and fired a laser beam at Brad. The beam hit its mark, and Brad Parker was vaporized within a millisecond.
Cindy said, “Great work, Lindy; now, let’s get back to the business at hand, shall we?”
Lindy agreed and said, “It so strange how just a little bit of mind control and the offer of sex can turn these human males into puddy in our hands. If they only took a little time to stop and think about what was happening, they might be able to see us as we really are.
“Luckily, that little brain between their legs has a way of taking charge.” Cindy chuckled.
“That’s a good thing for us. It would be a problem if these Earth males realized we were asexual creatures that self-reproduce and have no need for insemination or sex of any kind.”
Cindy smiled with that mouth full of shark-like teeth, licked her thick lips with a serpentine tongue, and said, “They’ll find that out and much more once they travel through the interdimensional portal with us and enter our world. But by then, it will be too late. They’ll see us as we are, and their interest in sex will instantly disappear. Then, eventually, they’ll learn the painful truth. We only want them for food.”
