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Authors: Viola Grace

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With the crash of the cymbals and the thunder of the drums, she stood up again and twisted from side to side, swinging her breasts to get them twirling in counter-rotating circles. The tassels swung in circles, each in different directions, as she moved her whole body. Round and round went the tassels. The boys in the band watched as they had many times before. Jeez, she was talented. It took a lot of practice to do what she did and it was sexier than if she just stood there naked in front of all those people.

Back and forth, she walked as she twirled the tassels, stopping to give Peter a little kiss. She walked to the other side of the stage and kissed Harold. Sitting next to Larry at the piano, she leaned back to kiss him. All the while keeping those tassels twirling as her breasts jiggled in just the right way.

Finally, she stood up and placed her foot on the piano stool. Slowly, she removed the single, emerald green garter she wore on her thigh. Holding it high, she continued to twirl those ubiquitous tassels. With a grin and a shout, “Here you go boys,” she threw it out into the audience.

As they rushed to grab it and two of them fought over it, she moved in front of Billy’s drums again, back to the audience. Bending over, she slowly removed the G-string, giving the men a full view of her lovely assets from the rear.

As hands reached for it, she threw it out to the audience, too. Now, clad only in her tassels and emerald green stiletto heels, she bumped and grinded her way to the back of the stage, twirling her tassels in a frenzied swirl. Approaching Billy from behind, the tassels framed his face. Lola leaned over and kissed him, then enveloped his head between her breasts. He continued to pound the drums.

For the grand finale, she pulled the tassels and their pasties loose and flung them both out into the audience.

She made one more pass across the stage and back, then she climbed up on the piano and laid down. Stretching over, she gave Larry one last kiss, then she hid her head under that mass of red curls.

The band finished
The Stripper
with a rousing crescendo.

The audience was on its feet. They wouldn’t stop. Lola had to get up and strut across the stage again, one more time, but she leaned over, picked up her dress and exited the stage, making a run for the ladies room.

The band continued to play for a moment, but Larry finally took the microphone and said, “Thank you. Thank you.” They continued to applaud. “Thanks again. That’s all for tonight folks.”

Finally, they calmed down. Larry took the microphone again, at a signal from the bartender, “Last call. Last call. If you want anything more from the bar, last call.”

That ended the performance. After a while, Lola emerged from the ladies room wearing the emerald dress. She snuck back to their little table in the corner where the rest of the band sat munching on some peanuts. They had already packed up all their equipment and had it in the old station wagon they used for transportation.

“Anybody up for breakfast?” asked Larry.

Nods all around.

They left the almost empty bar and crossed the parking lot. There was a bright moon above and the stars peeked out from behind a few wispy clouds.

Fifteen minutes later, they were sitting in a booth at the Waffle House.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BATTLE IN THE BEDCHAMBER

 

Jojo Brown

 

 

“Take it off.”

“Why?” He stood at the side of the large canopied bed and watched her, in confusion.

She turned away from him and slid from the satin sheets. The sheer robe she drew around her slender shoulders did nothing to hide her perfect form. The mere sight of the shiny, spiked scales along the length of her spine aroused him to distraction. As she walked across the softly lit room, the scales rippled and shifted sensually. When the tip of her magnificent tail slithered from below the trailing hem of the thin garment, it seemed to beckon to him.

He knew the agility of that wondrous appendage. He knew that she could easily make use of the bulbous, mushroom-shaped tip of that tail to satisfy herself. She’d delighted the night before with a demonstration of just how well it worked. Unashamed, she’d splayed herself in the centre of her large bed—positioned to give him the best view possible.

He’d fought against the restraints that held him tightly on the observation board as at least ten inches of thick, rigidly vibrating shaft impaled her repeatedly. Her guards had securely bound him with what, to the naked eye, looked like thin vines. In fact, they held more strength than any metallic strip on any ship in his former fleet. With his hands, shoulders, legs and torso firmly held to the cool solidity of the shiny board, his straining sex pointed at her. It throbbed and bounced softly with the pulse of his heart as well as his need. Without a touch from either of them or the dozen guards scattered against her chamber’s walls, his hot seed exploded violently to spatter the stone floor at his feet.

His memory of her quivering, undulating body as she joined him in solitary release filled his mind all through the hours since.

“Zandria, why do you want me to remove it?” he gazed at his hostess’ extraordinary beauty. Granted, she did not have the peaches and cream most human males associated with beauty. But after so many years spent in travel throughout the galaxies, Captain Adam Walker could appreciate a myriad of different levels of beauty.

This ship had left Lacertilius as the final safe passage before their sun’s explosion annihilated the entire solar system. With their reptilian qualities, they had not found another habitable planet in all their travels. This one last ship was their home. They kept to the furthest outskirts of any inhabited solar system to protect themselves and their way of life. It was by sheer accident Adam had stumbled into their space. Actually, it was more from sheer terror. He never should have bedded one of the king’s thirty wives on Tandeel and he wouldn’t have had to make a run for it through the meteor belt without supplies. When Zandria’s crew caught him in their shadow beam, he was so weak and malnourished the end was very near.

Zandria’s voice tore him back from his memories, “Because, Adam, if I wanted a simple slave in my chambers I would send for one. You are a guest in my home and in my bedchamber. It has been eons since I have had the pleasure of bedding an earthling. The last misguided shuttle to pass close enough for us to contact was more than a century ago. I remember the feel of his soft flesh—the crispness of the curly hairs on his chest—the insistent probing of his single sex organ. I remember it all very well and desire to experience it yet again. Therefore, remove the Lacertilian suit and come to me as you truly are.”

Adam looked down at himself. For just a moment, he felt a sad sense of loss at her insistence that he remove the
suit
. It was so much more than simply a suit—it was truly an extension of him. As it smoothed against his skin, it became one with him. He had not removed it since he arrived on Lacertilius II a month earlier and really didn’t want to now.

The experience of jerking off two massive cocks had been phenomenal and something he quickly got used to the first night in his cell. He’d taken advantage of every opportunity since then. Just the sensation of the upper shaft—located between where his human navel would be and his pelvic bone—as it rubbed against the lower when he walked was enough to send him on a hasty search for a secluded closet. He felt certain the muscles in both arms had grown from the near constant double masturbation. The idea of double penetrating the queen tonight had his cocks standing at full staff since the moment he’d walked naked into her chamber.

Zandria spun to glare at him. “Why have you not obeyed?”

He couldn’t tell her how much he wanted to take her from within the suit, not after she had made it so clear that she wanted him stripped bare. Instead, he stated another simple truth, “I don’t know how to remove it, my queen.”

“Are you telling me that you have not removed the suit since your arrival? Not even once?”

“No. I was told that it was for my protection, that I would not be able to breathe your atmosphere as easily without it. I thought it best that I keep it on.”

“You cell is fitted with special filters as is this chamber while you are here. You would be perfectly safe within its walls to free yourself from the confines of the suit. Or is there another reason for your reluctance to remove it?”

“In all honesty, Zandria, I must admit that I rather enjoy the way it feels.”

“Yes, I can see that you do.” Her beautiful emerald eyes glistened as she watched his twin shafts pulsate in the air between them. “Have you also enjoyed making private use of these wonderfully ready shafts? I have not heard any talk of you making use of any of the females on board the palace.”

A slight twinge of guilt washed through him as he realized everyone must know of his constant state of arousal. “None of the other females interests me as you do, Your Majesty. When I wrap my fists around the gift of these dual cocks, it is your channel I fantasize about. It is your slickness I want to lubricate my deep thrusts, your muscles I desperately want to feel squeeze me, your body I need beneath me.”

“Then you understand perfectly how I feel.” She pressed against his side.

His left arm sandwiched between their hot bodies. Her breasts melded against his tensed bicep. With the slightest twist of his wrist, his fingers could easily find the moist treasure he so desperately craved. Nevertheless, he remained motionless. He knew the guards were close at hand, watching his every move—even if he couldn’t see them. If he tried to force his will upon their queen, they would undoubtedly swarm him in a flash.

She slid her soft chartreuse hand down his abdomen and grasped the top cock.

The room suddenly seemed to become a vacuum as he struggled to gasp at the blissfully gentle touch.

“I understand your need, Captain. I promise that the time will come when I will make every one of your wildest fantasies come true. You will know how to make very good use of both these magnificent cocks. But for now, I will have my wish.”

Her hand released him to slide up his torso. She paused over the shiny, dark green oval at the base of his throat. “This is the control. All it takes is a simple press, the lightest touch. Hardly any pressure at all.”

Her soft fingertip pressed the oval gently as she stepped back.

Simultaneously, the tips of his fingers and toes as well as the crown of his head tingled hotly. Within seconds, the reptilian skin-cover slithered, twisted and folded back onto itself toward the oval. His human skin prickled as the cells separated from the suit. Sudden heat seared through his groin as his split cock came together again.

Amazingly, the heat was not painful. It felt more euphoric than anything else. In fact, as the suit cleared his heated shaft and heavy sac, he experienced the greatest orgasm of his life. Once again, his seed splattered the floor before him. Rather than feeling drained and ready to sleep, he felt exhilarated and more than ready to unload yet again.
This never happened. What happened to the twenty minutes of down time I’ve always known? Who cares!

Fear of the hidden sentries almost completely left his mind as he turned to her. He pulled her to him and savaged her mouth with his. Finally, he would have her. His tongued plunged into the sweet moistness of hers as her lips parted. The sensation of her split tongue dancing with his single human tongue filled him with ever stronger need. He tasted as much of her soft mouth as was humanly possible. The tips of the razor sharp points of her teeth left his tongue tingling. What would they feel like as they scraped along his sex?
God, I hope she’ll be gentle.

His hands felt clumsy as they trailed down her back and forced the thin material from her shoulders to pool about her ankles on the floor. He wanted—no needed—to touch each and every spike along her spine. Never had he felt so unsure of his sexual prowess. Hell, he’d been thrilling many females of many galaxies since long before he’d been truly aware of the power he held between his thighs. His unquenchable thirst for sex had been one of the main reasons he’d been sent out to the farthest corners of space in a one-man craft. For some reason his superiors didn’t feel he was focussed enough when females were around. If they knew how he had steered clear of all the available females parading around him in this complex, they may have a different opinion of him now.

None of that mattered now though. He was in her private chambers. He had her in his arms, the most sought after prize, the queen, the most desirable female he had ever had the pleasure of encountering.

He would give her what she wanted—all of it—anything she desired. Then he would slip that delightful suit back on and she would lie quivering beneath him as he took.

His mouth left hers to trail hot, urgent kisses down her throat. Her skin felt warm under his lips, strangely dry but warm. His hands ran over her body in a primeval dance of need as he blindly investigated every alien contour. With one hand firmly in the small of her back, he traced the other around her waist and up to the ample mound of her breast. The skin covering it was different—less scaly—smoother and oh so very soft. He lowered his hungry mouth to the dark, protruding nipple and pulled it with gentle lips. The moan that escaped her lips told him that she was as heated as he was.

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