Sex Mission Mars: Alien Sex Worker, A Confessional Part 2

Sex Mission Mars. SO my new job is kind of amazing. My new pad in space is a girl’s dream come true. Aside from that, our “business quarters” are super sexy and chic. To the customer’s taste, we provide rooms with all different styles. You can have the space suite (how predictable) the medieval suite (not my favorite) and the list goes on and on. Pick a decade in time and the room changes in an instant. Imagine Sims but real life. With the touch of a button not only will the room change design but my clothes can go from Marie Antoinette to Jane from Tarzan to…well, quite naked actually. After only a few weeks in, a select few girls were given invitations to “Sex Mission Mars.”

I was intrigued, but mostly thrilled about the exclusivity.

“Hmmm… I wonder what this could be about?” I thought to myself. Floating in space is one thing, but going to a planet other than Earth is another thing. After packing, I found myself fantasizing, as well as panicking about what would come. The creatures on the spaceship are mostly human/alien hybrids. From what I heard, Sex Mission Mars can be a bit of a wild card. However, things happen that you wouldn’t expect. Of course in my mind, I’m picturing the sandworms from Dune and hoping that isn’t the case. Only one way to find out! I was off to bed while I lay dreaming of the red planet.

And off we went! Sex Mission Mars had commenced!

After landing safely, we geared up and headed out. We had a special mars space limo awaiting us inside our new fancy whip. We could see outside but to the outside, we blended in with the planet. “It’s an invisibility cloak, car edition.” A fellow alien sex worker announced. “Great,” I said in a very not-so-excited tone, leading my brain to start racing once again about the goddamn sandworms. Making it safely to our portal elevator, I calmed down a bit. We flew down at super speed, passing several underground towns and cities along the way. The girls were dropped off at different spots, with only me remaining. Finally, I made it to the pretty, hot pink center.

Sex Mission Mars was off to a stellar start.

The center was almost inside out. There were stars surrounding you, not to mention galaxies, a pink sun, and of course the castle. Walking a lush green labyrinth on my trek up, talking flowers greeted me and lead the way. Plants, an unusual guide to a destination. Finally making it to the top, I braced myself in anticipation. The large platinum doors gently opened and there he was. I had to pick my jaw up off the floor. This was my absolute dream come true. “B-B-B Bowie???” I said faintly. “That’s right my dear, I’ve been watching you for some time now.” Speechless, I followed him. With a touch of his hand, we floated to the 29th floor. “After you, Lady Stardust.”

This could be my only mission for all I cared. What could possibly top Sex Mission Mars? He laid me down onto his shimmering, silky bed. With a wave of his hand, he removed my clothing while covering me in diamonds. The androgynous beauty unfolded before me and with that, his clothing disappeared as well. To my astonishment, he didn’t have a well, you know. “I always thought you were…” I started to say before he stopped me with a finger over my lips. ” On Mars, I go through several Ch-ch-changes here and so can you. And just like that, with Bowie’s magic touch, I turned from lady of the night to gigolo in space. I guess there really is life on Mars.

For more sci-fi fantasy reading, tune in next week. Make sure to read part 1 of the Alien Sex Worker Confessional.

Wanna talk to the real sci-fi sex queen herself?

Avalon
888-964-3178
[email protected]