Page 20 of Alien Abduction for Professionals
Havel stepped closer and ran his hand over my bum. "We hadn't even reached the main course yet, little human."
I shivered and suddenly I was glad for Xil's support.
"If you continue like that, we'll never get to the restaurant," I huffed, but it was a weak protest. I had no issue with them taking me right here, ripping off my clothes, fucking me against the wall.
What was going on with me? I'd never been this horny before I was abducted. Now, I was like a dog in heat, always ready for their cocks.
"Yes, we better go," Xil said. The door slid open, revealing a sleek silver ovoid parked next to the Jade. It looked like it had been taken right out of a science-fiction movie. I rolled my eyes at myself. I was inspacesurrounded byaliens. I better get used to it.
A round door opened in the shuttle's wall and we stepped inside. There was just about enough space for the four of us. Even another woman my size would have been a tight squeeze. The silver walls were lined with benches topped with red velvet pillows. It looked like velvet, anyway. When I sat down, a seat belt appeared out of nowhere and snaked around my waist. I pulled on it just to see if it would open, but it stayed tight. I wasn't sure if I liked that. Being strapped into a shuttle without a way to free myself seemed daunting, especially after my earlier abduction. If Professor Katila somehow took control of the shuttle, we'd be defenceless.
The guys didn't seem to have any issue, relaxing into their seats. The door closed without a sound, and we took off in one smooth motion. The walls that had been silver until now turned translucent, giving us a view of the spaceport.
The shuttle swerved around much larger ships, easily manoeuvring its way to the very top of the hangar. A hatch slid open, just big enough for the shuttle, and then we were back in the vacuum of space. There had to be some kind of invisible airlock to prevent the oxygen from escaping. Even though I'd seen lots of space in the Jade, being in such a tiny shuttle with windows all around me was different. This might be what it felt like to drift in the vast nothingness in just a spacesuit. I'd asked the guys about that, but they'd forbidden me from ever attempting that. They only ever went on a spacewalk for essential repairs, and all three of them hated it. Even lots of blowjobs wouldn't change their mind. And those worked to persuade them of almost anything.
The first ring came into view, slowly circling around the station. From up close, it was much bigger than it had seemed from the Jade. We flew alongside it, slowly and with occasional turns to let us see the ring from all sides. I was starting to suspect the shuttle was giving us a tour and not just a quick lift to the restaurant.
"The rings are quite an old-fashioned space station design," Matar said, breaking the silence. "Lots of station enthusiasts come here to see them up close."
Figured that there was an equivalent of railway fanatics.
"We should see the restaurant shortly."
I was glued to the windows, fascinated by the majestic turn of the rings. They reminded me of whales slowly moving through the depths of the ocean for some reason, not that it made any sense.
A neon sign attached to the outside of the ring caught my attention. Seriously? It looked like an American diner. That had to be the restaurant. I adjusted my expectations a little. Maybe not quite as posh as I'd imagined.
We landed just as smoothly as the take-off had been. The walls turned silver again before the door slid open.
"After you," Xil said, clearly trying out another line from some film. Goodness me, my aliens were adorable.
I climbed out of the shuttle, glad I didn't wear a skirt or dress.
A tall alien awaited us, towering even above my guys. I wasn't sure if they were male or female - they had a long beard decorated with tiny crystals as well as six teats on full display. The only clothing they wore was a flimsy loincloth. Their feet were furry and ended in thick black claws.
"Welcome to the Outer Ring Restaurant," they welcomed us in a deep voice that made me think of church bells ringing. "A reservation for four?"
"Yes, under the name of Xil of the Jade," the captain replied and held out his arm to me again.
I took it to keep him happy. The other two stood close to me, so close I felt their warmth.
"Follow me," the alien said and led us through an intricate metal gate, away from the shuttle and into the actual restaurant.
I gasped at the sight. Not a diner after all. Thousands of lights sparkled on the ceiling like stars, while every table had candles floating above it. The room was dark, but not gloomy, letting the candles and stars provide all the light. Small tables were scattered across the large room with enough space between them to give it an intimate feel. The floor was thick carpet that my feet seemed to sink into. And then there was the view. Windows reached all the way to the ceiling, offering us a breath-taking view of space to our left and the station to our right. The second ring, barely visible, rotated around the station. It seemed to move slower than this ring, but that may have been an optical illusion.
The waiter led us to a table on the left, hidden behind a wall of plants. It was the perfect spot. When I sat down, I couldn't see the rest of the restaurant, making it seem like we were alone with nothing but the vastness of space.
"This is amazing," I breathed, my heart beating faster. "I didn't think it would be this beautiful."
Havel pulled a chair out for me. I may have swooned a little. They were really trying to make this as perfect as possible. And as human. Next time, I'd ask them about Kardarian dating traditions, but for now, I'd just enjoy the evening.
"Menus will appear on your communicators," the waiter explained. "For now, here are some complimentary drinks, chosen by the AI cook based on your species, weight and pheromones."
My what?!
A tiny drone appeared above us, holding four glasses. What was the waiter for then? The menus and the food delivery was automatic, so why was there even a person?
The drone set the smallest glass in front of me, filled with what looked like apple juice. Or urine, but I didn't want to go there. The guys all had the same blue liquid in their glasses, but they varied in size. Matar had the biggest.
