Alien Sex Worker, A Confessional Part 1: Beam me up, Naughty!

Alien Sex Worker, A Confessional.

I’ve been a working girl since freshman year in college. Having to pay for tuition and books, I needed some serious cash and fast. I met a girl in Pysch who approached me in what seemed like serendipitous timing. She told me she had a way for a girl like me to make enough money to get my own swanky apartment, have designer clothes, and still pay for a stellar education. How could I pass this offer up? Becoming an escort was a dream. Everything I wanted was at my fingertips at only 18-years-old. After school ended, it seemed like all the qualifiable positions I earned my degree for were trash money. I needed something more. Little did I know I would be an alien sex worker in the weeks to come.

I was getting comfy on the couch when my tv began to flicker. Suddenly, A blinding, white light blasted through my window. I walked outside in my pink negligee to see what had happened. That’s when I looked up. There was an alien spacecraft hovering over me. I began to float upwards towards the unknown machine, leaving my average human life behind me for some time to come. Beginning what would soon be my new life as an alien sex worker. When I got inside, I was shocked to see how normal everything looked. I felt like I was at the front desk of some swanky office, waiting for some answers. A girl greeted me. Tall, blonde, and gorgeous. She came off as perfectly normal until she said “SSssssomeone will be with you SSsssshortly.” A pink slithering tongue came back in just before I nearly fainted. She came to grab me before I fell and said ” Ssssomeday SSssssoon you won’t mind my tongue.

Did I just get abducted to be an alien sex worker? 

She brought me to a door, leading to something resembling an earth-like conference room. When I stepped inside I was completely floored. If the tongue wasn’t enough to make me dizzy, there sat Elvis, Marylin Monroe, Freddie Mercury, Bettie Page, and “Wait, who the hell is that?” I said to the alien secretary. “It’s RaSSssssputin.” She slithered. “Yup, that makes sense,” I responded casually. After the initial introductions to the “Sex Gods Of the Universe”, I was brought to a penthouse suite far greater than I ever imagined.

“This is all mine because of my new job as an alien sex worker?” I asked.

“It most SSSScertainly is!” Slitherella replied. She let me know that tomorrow would begin orientation, handing me a pamphlet. During a little tour of my new digs, I found my brand new wardrobe. My pussy has never been as fucking wet as it was at that moment. Couture everything! I looked back at my blonde tour guide and said “My job as an alien sex worker doesn’t start until tomorrow correct?” She Smiled and slithered a “yeSSssss.” Her long tongue met mine and before you know it she was between my legs as I fell into my blanket of designer heaven.

Want to know more about how I became an alien sex worker? Tune in next week for part 2. Don’t hesitate to call before then for some hot phone sex in the meantime.

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