Alien gloryhole

Josephine walked toward the alien entertainment center in downtown Las Vegas. She was nervous. She had never been with an alien before.

She thought back to last year when the aliens showed up. They provided the populations of the world with a panacea that cured all diseases and addictions.

Proving to the population that those who controlled the world, did it through manufacturing diseases. Then drugs that didn’t really treat anything but just kept you addicted.

Everything down to the simplest cold, up to complex cancers could have been cured decades before.

When the populations of the nations of the world found out a lot of leaders found themselves in a serious amount of trouble.

More than a few of them found them themselves in a box in the ground. Had the aliens come to conquer? No. Had they come to steal our planets resources?

Also no. What they wanted was two things. First, they were pacifists and needed to hire an army.

There was no shortage of volunteers who would wear power armor and plasma cannons. The dream of every geek who played vidioe games world over.

Second thing they wanted was sex work, most of the species throughout the galaxy are perverts. To keep populations under control they would have sex with other species, that they knew would not procreate.

Plus, there was just a thrill of it.

Josephine had been a prostitute before. Addicted to drugs suffering from several venereal diseases.

She had always enjoyed the sex. Now that she wasn’t hungry, thanks to their alien rescuers showing us how to grow crops everywhere again.

Another simple solution that nobody wanted to admit most humans now lived a life of leisure or adventure.

Traveling to fight, traveling to explore or enjoying crazy mixed sex with aliens from another world.

Josephine didn’t want to fight but decided that she wanted to try alien sex and maybe travel.

Her nervous steps brought her to the door. Inside was cool and calm compared to the blasting heat from the Nevada desert.

Panacea had done wonders. No longer was her skin slack covered in sores. Her body drooping from years of physical abuse as well as drug abuse.

Even though she was now 29, she looked barely old enough to vote. Her DD chest high and perky, her waist narrow and a washboard belly.

Josie had never felt this good in her entire life. A tall woman was working behind the counter. Next to her was a chill, one of the more human-like aliens that were now working on the planet surface.

They were called chill because their blood temperature is almost 40° cooler than the average human. They felt cold to the touch. Josephine couldn’t imagine how this creature could survive in the blast furnace 115° temperature outside .

The chill looked at her, she was female. Her skin blue, eyes considerably more wide set than humans but still on the front of her face.

The Chill smiled showing small pearly white teeth. ” May I be of assistance?” She spoke in a low controlto voice with a vague English accent.

Blushing a little Josephine says ” I am interested in participating in the gloryhole room.”

The smile widens on her blue face ” Marvelous, as someone in the room or outside?”

Josie was taken aback “I didn’t know that was an option?”

“Well yes,” the Chill said ” if you are inside you get paid if you are outside you have to pay.”

” I see, ” Josephine said with relief ” I was hoping to be on the inside to have fun and make some credits.”

The blue lady was all business now ” Very good the position pays 5 galactic credits for each client you bring to climax.