He grinned again and pulled out his prescription pad. She didn't care what he recommended as long as she could still fuck him whenever she made an appointment. He scribbled something on the pad and hand the paper to her.
"This one should work well for you. Make an appointment with the receptionist on your way out. See you next week."
She jumped off the table and hurried to the front desk. At least now she wouldn't have to pretend to be sick anymore. At least not for him. The receptionist would end up thinking she was the most ill of all his patients. But Jenna didn't care.
STRETCHED WIDE BY THE ALIEN WARRIOR
CHAPTER ONE
Abby turned up the music on the car radio blaring a dance beat that made her smile. She bobbed her head to the music as she peered into the dark. The passenger side headlight flickered then winked out plunging the road ahead into pitch black.
She tapped the button to put on her high beams but nothing happened. Concentrating on the road she didn't realize the music had died too until the sound of her heavy breathing filled the car. This would teach her to accept the late shift at the diner again.
The road was deserted, not odd at one in the morning but still unnerving. She hoped for another car to race by, anything that showed signs of life out there and brought a little light. She slowed her speed in an attempt to navigate the darkness a little more safely. Then her engine sputtered and died.
"Great. Now what?"
She reached into her purse on the passenger side and yanked out her cell phone. She clicked the button that was supposed to bring the screen to life and prompt her for a password.
Nothing happened.
Stranded in the darkness, in the middle of nowhere, she hugged herself and contemplated her options. It was too far to walk back to work to get help. And it was too far to walk the rest of the way home.
This stretch of road was the lifeline that connected the town she worked in to the town she lived in. A blink of an eye driving at sixty miles an hour but far too long a walk.
In the distance the horizon turned bright, like a car zoomed toward her but the light got bigger and brighter the closer it got. When the light practically consumed the car she still couldn't see a car or a truck.
The air in her vehicle changed. It turned cold in the summer night but that couldn't be because even if her air conditioning did work the car wasn't on anymore.
The sound of the door wrenching open sent her into a panic. What the hell was happening? She still couldn't see anything, the light blinding now. Strong arms reached into the car and pulled her out.
Sounds, she could swear they were voices, washed over her but she didn't understand anything they said. The language so foreign she didn't even pick up anything that resembled English or French, or even Italian. The guttural grunts sounded alien. Fresh terror ripped through her and she kicked and twisted her body.
The hands holding her gripped tighter then placed her on the ground in front of her car. A gap where the door had been told her whoever held her was strong. It had to be firefighters with the jaws of life or something.
Maybe they were confused about why she was there and thought she was in danger. Before she could turn to question the person behind her a beam of brighter light split the sky and her stomach flipped.
In a split second she jerked to a halt on another surface as if she'd jumped a few feet off the ground. The light faded and she found herself in a round room on a dais the hiss of electricity fading. A gasp fell from her lips when she looked up and saw the aliens staring back at her.
Tall, muscular humanoids stared at her, their heads cocked to one side. She stood frozen not sure what to do. She had to be dreaming. Aliens did not exist. She shook her head and willed herself to wake up .
One of the aliens stepped forward. "Welcome to Tal'Akin, Abby. You are revered here. Please come, let us show you to your room."
"Okay, do I have a head injury? Did my car actually hit something and I'm hallucinating?"
The alien looked at his companions and shrugged broad shoulders. All of them shrugged.
"I do not know what hallucinating is but you are among the Kultor people. We have a special place in our society for you."
"Okay, let's say I believe you for the moment. How do you know my name?"
"That is easy to explain. We have been studying and worshiping your kind for years. We have been keeping an eye on you for weeks now."
"That's a little creepy." Deciding this had to be a vivid dream she went with it and took the alien's hand. He helped her from the dais and gestured ahead. She followed the procession of aliens as they marched out of the room.
She watched the towering beings feeling like a stump of a tree in a forest of fur trees. Every one of them sported broad chests, muscled backs, thighs that made her mouth water. Sharp facial features and piercing eyes made them oddly handsome.
After a long walk through golden corridors they stopped in front of a large door. The first alien waved a hand in front of a panel and the door opened. He gestured inside. She peered into the room and gasped.
A bed bigger than any she'd ever seen took up an entire wall to the left. A gentle waterfall on the right wall had a calming effect. Birds she'd never seen before flew overhead in a hologram flashing across the ceiling. She walked into the room fully and didn't know where to look first.
A door on the right hinted at a large bathroom. The whole room was at least three times bigger than her entire apartment.
If she was going to dream why not dream big?
"Please get settled and we'll send over your maids to help you prepare. You'd have a long trip and should get your rest."
Long trip? From the road to the dais felt like a few seconds. The phone still in her hand felt suddenly heavy. She pulled it out and tapped the button again. This time the screen flared to life prompting her to tap in her password.
The time blinking at the top shocked her. Since pulling it out of her purse until now twenty-four hours had passed. How was that possible?
Chalking it up to the weirdness of dreams she nodded. The door swished closed behind her leaving her alone to investigate. She ran to doors that looked like they might be closets.
She yanked open the doors with both hands and breathed a sigh at the expanse of clothes displayed in front of her. Hundreds of dresses, gowns, glittery tops tempted her to perform a mini fashion show.
She looked down at her ratty jeans and plain t-shirt wondering if the clothes tempting her were even in her size. Not a thin girl her curves could not be forced into a size eight.
Prepared for disappointment she grasped the first article of clothing and pulled it out. She reached inside to find the tag. No label. Nothing that indicated a size.
She shot a glance at the door wondering if she could lock it. If she dressed quickly she wouldn't have to. She chucked her clothes and slipped the dress over her head.
At first she thought it would be too small, the fabric caught on her arms, but then it glided down her body molding itself to her curves as if it had been custom made for her. She twirled, reveling in the flare of the skirt that swept away from her body.
On the inside of the door she found a mirror. She watched herself spin and couldn't believe how well the dress fit. It was like it had been made especially for her. That made sense if they had been studying her for as long as they said they had. But why? Why did they care about earth girls so much?
A timid knock on the door caught her attention and she hurried over. She stared at the door not sure how to open it. There was no handle for her to turn.
"Come in."
The door swished open and another alien stood there, eyes down, head bowed, holding a platter of food. Not as tall as the others, this one had slender shoulders, toned arms and delicate features. A female! Abby stepped back and let the alien enter the room.
"Our leader thought you might be hungry." The alien shuffled into the room keeping her head down and put the platter on a large round table
that rose out of the floor.
"I'm famished."
Her stomach grumbled at the sight of the food. She hadn't eaten at the diner before leaving and if her cell phone was right that was over twenty-four hours ago.
"It all looks like earth food," Abby said, spotting an apple among the offerings.
"Mostly it is. We picked up a supply before we left because we knew you might be hungry. We want you to be comfortable here."
"Why won't you look at me?"
The woman looked up, her skin turned a darker shade of green. "I'm not worthy to view your perfection, Miss. Only the chosen warriors may look upon your beauty."
Now she knew she was dreaming. In what world was she perfection and a beauty? "Right. Well, I say you can look at me."
The woman smiled and held Abby's gaze. "Thank you, Miss. Here, let me serve you."
She gestured to the sofa in the middle of the room. Abby padded over still enthralled with the flare of her skirt as she walked. She sat down and held out her hand for the plate the alien had piled high with fruits and a variety of cheeses.
Before she could take a bite a knock sounded on the door again. The alien walked over, waved her hand in front of it and the door slid open.
An entourage of aliens flooded into the room with instruments that looked like they were meant to be used on her hair. Some aliens carried long flowing clothes. Others carried what looked like makeup.
Abby touched a hand to her face. She must look a mess after her ordeal. Not one to wear a lot of makeup anyway what little she'd put on before work must have vanished by now.
Abby munched on the food while the newcomers set up chairs and stations to give her a makeover. At least that's what she hoped they intended. Why they wanted to do anything with her was a mystery but if this was a dream she intended to enjoy the pampering. She never got any of that in real life.
When she finished her food the first female alien whisked the plate away and ushered her over to a chair that reminded her of a director's chair from the movies. She settled into the fabric chair, not convinced it wouldn't topple over as soon as she let all of her weight settle.
To her surprise the chair hugged her bottom comfortably and it felt sturdy underneath her. Satisfied she wouldn't fall she relaxed and let the aliens behind her fuss with her hair.
The long brown tresses needed a trim and some body. Something she couldn't afford on a regular basis from the tips she made at the diner.
A pocket of the aliens stood near the door that led to a bathroom. They chatted amongst themselves and Abby strained to hear what they were saying. Not that it would do any good if they were speaking their language and not English anymore.
"Why the VIP treatment?" Abby asked.
The first alien hurried over to her. "I'm sorry, Miss?"
"All the fuss. The food, the entourage, the hair and makeup. Am I going to a party or something?"
When was the last time she'd been at a party? The after work drink at the pub with the fry cook didn't count. Her best friend hadn't even been able to convince her to go out for New Year's Eve last year.
"Of sorts I guess you could say."
"A party of sorts? What exactly am I going to then?"
The alien's eyes widened and she bit her lip. She looked over her shoulder to the group by the bathroom then back at Abby.
"I can't tell you just yet, Miss. Once you're ready someone from the Council will tell you everything."
It sounded like someone important would see her before the event, whatever event that was. Somehow it didn't make her stomach settle. It churned and roiled but not from the food. No, that had been delicious. It was the secrecy that was leaving a bad taste in her mouth now.
Clicking of metal scissors pulled her attention away from the event. While someone cut, combed, styled her hair another alien came over and started dusting her face with makeup. Whatever she was going to they wanted her to look her best. Somehow that didn't make her feel better either.
Once her hair was done and her makeup perfect another group of aliens came over to help her into a white flowing gown. Like the one she’d already tried on this one hugged her curves perfectly. Her breasts were pushed up to the point of spilling over the bodice. She twirled feeling like a princess. Everyone breathed out a sigh and continued to look down at the ground.
“You look beautiful, Miss,” the female alien said.
“Thanks. I feel great.”
Another knock on her door made her spin around. How many other aliens would show up to pamper her and what else was there to do?
"Come in."
The alien from earlier stood in her doorway looking imposing and handsome. She still couldn't get over the physiques on these aliens. Perfectly sculpted bodies that made her mouth water.
"You look breathtaking, Abby,"
A blush crept up her cheeks and she smiled. "Thank you. I'm not sure what all this is about but the pampering has been fun."
"If you'll come with me I'll show you why we've bestowed so much attention on your lovely form."
She quirked an eyebrow at him wondering at the the mention of her body. Back on earth she wasn't exactly model material. And she wasn't fighting off advances from a throng of men eager for her wide hips. She nodded and followed him out, the whispering of the women chasing after her.
She walked behind him down a long corridor until he pushed huge double doors open that led to a large field surrounded by tall silver trees. The grass, if that's what it was, was a golden yellow color, cropped perfectly for a golf fairway.
He marched toward a large pillar at the edge of the field with a slightly raised platform. Would she need to give a speech or something? She turned to see she was in a sort of stadium. Thousands of aliens stared down at her, cheering started and the sound was deafening.
A lump settled in the pit of her stomach. She fought the urge to rub her hands, now slick with sweat, down her gorgeous dress. What the hell was going on here?
At the pillar two other aliens suddenly appeared. The first alien gestured to the platform and helped her up, taking her hand to make sure she didn't trip. Once on the platform she turned to the crowd and the cheers erupted again.
Before she could think the aliens on either side of her grabbed her hands and pulled her arms behind her, around the pillar. Rough metal circled her wrists, locking her in place. She struggled, fear racing through her.
"What the hell is going on?"
The alien ignored her and turned to the crowd, raising a hand to quiet them. After a few minutes the stadium fell silent.
"To appease the beast Targrylax we have lost many Kultor warriors. Today may be no different. Today a brave champion will battle Targrylax in hopes of rescuing this Earthling, Abby. Her soft, delicate curves are a fine prize but will our warrior prevail?"
Shouts rained down from the stands. Terror settled in her limbs, her heart raced. She struggled against the chains knowing there was no use pleading for help.
CHAPTER TWO
From the front of the arena a warrior came into view. Tall, strong and confident in his strides he marched to the alien and bowed slightly.
"Ah, Faldor, you wish to do battle with Targrylax?"
Faldor flashed her a smile then turned to the crowd. "For years I have longed for a mate as beautiful as Abby. I will slay Targrylax and claim the Earthling as my own!"
Cheers erupted again. Mate? Claim? If this walking hulk won against the beast she would be a prize? If this was a dream she wanted to wake up now. She struggled against the bindings rubbing her wrists raw. Tears trickled down her face as the aliens cheered.
"Let the battle begin!"
A thunderous roar from her right made her jump. The air shifted as a huge beast walked past her and into the arena. The first alien ran as if his life depended on it, to the stands, jumping up into a seat. Faldor turned to face the beast, drawing a long sword that had been secured to his back.
Beast and warrior circled each other, neither mov
ing. The beast's nostrils flared, it turned to look at her. For a terrifying moment she thought it would attack but Faldor yelled, stomped his feet to get the beast's attention. Targrylax turned back to Faldor and charged.
Faldor jumped out of the way at the last second but the beast swiped its long claws along Faldor's arm.
Faldor raised his sword despite the injury and focused on the beast's movements. Watching every breath, every step forward, Abby sucked in a breath waiting for Faldor to make a move.
She would fare better with a chiseled warrior than with a beast that was sure to rip her limb from limb. As if sensing her thoughts, or maybe the beast could just smell her fear, Targrylax looked up, its beady eyes boring into her. It pawed the ground with a giant hoof, ready to charge.
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