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Trinx Ch. 01

By: VannaJonez



His touch was delicate, almost reverent. It was far from how most men handled women, much less a woman like her. 

Usually anyone who bought more time wanted more from her; this man wanted to give more. So, so much more. She relived the encounter, lick by lick and stroke by stroke, listening to the muted vibrations of his mechanical member as it drove her rapidly towards the edge of ecstasy. The buzzing grew louder as she started to mold words from her moans. 

"Ohhh, Godddd." Trinx lazily picked up the phone and slapped at its screen with her thumb. The buzzing stopped. Her other hand pried itself away from the intersection of her widely-spread legs, and her eyes cracked open to let the morning's light seep in. 

Blurrily, she wandered into the kitchen, following the smell of bacon frying. 

"Did I wake you?" Lorra's most saccharine voice greeted her. She shifted her eyes between the skillet and Trinx's naked form in the entryway. 

"No. I have a date at ten." 

Trinx enjoyed the opportunity to focus her eyes on her roommate. Lorra was 22, with shoulder-length and curly hair dyed the color of ripened raspberries. She was roughly twenty pounds over many men's fuckability limit, but Trinx appreciated how that weight was distributed. Most notably, her perfect half-sphere of a derriere, and the DD-cup breasts that pushed the front of her bathrobe towards the stove. The bathrobe parted from her midriff up, giving Trinx the slightest glances inside whenever Lorra turned in her direction. Lorra gave her an extended view as she processed Trinx's answer. 

"A date at ten in the morning?" 

Trinx shrugged as she shuffled closer to her roommate. "Some guys get it up early, I guess." 

"Still pretty early for that." 

"I thought I'd stop off at the home, first. It's on the way." 

"Oh, how sweet." Lorra smiled pleasantly. "So, this man. Is he new?" 

"Yeah, first-timer. For me, I mean." 

"Maybe he'll be as good as Captain Coppercock." Lorra giggled. 

Trinx rolled her eyes. "It's not copper!" 

"I know, it's some rubber or plastic that 'feels real', with a vibrator in it. Very popular with thimble-dicked men." 

"He was in the war." Trinx crossed her arms under her full, beautifully rounded tits and cocked her hip outwards dramatically. 

"Of course he was, love." Lorra shifted the bacon over to a free burner, turning the hot one off. "You don't make dates with liars, ever." 

Lorra turned to see her own image staring back at her. She jumped within her skin, putting her hand over her upper chest. 

"Go fuck yourself." The reflection said with a trace of a grin. 

"Lord, am I really that chubby?" Lorra shook her head as she looked at the altered form of her roommate. 

"You're perfect." Trinx moved her voice down a pitch, matching Lorra's. She ran her fingers over her own naked body, giving Lorra an idea of what she must look like while pleasuring herself. 

"And you're sweet." Lorra sighed. "But that's really not fair." 

Trinx looked at Lorra with her newly-green eyes. "And why is that?" 

She knew the answer well enough, despite her question. Even six months later, the event was as fresh in her memory as it had been the day after. Lorra had succumbed to the temptation of her own image, letting Trinx's shape-shifting seduce her rather easily. While Lorra was certainly no narcissist, she was insanely excited by the notion of being intimate with her body double, and the force of her eruptions throughout made that abundantly obvious. Lorra remembered it clearly as well. The act of watching Trinx lovingly lick her twat had been amazing enough, but the true highlight had been going at Trinx with a strap-on, seeing what she must have looked like when getting righteously fucked by a well-endowed man. Lorra felt her pulse quicken at the thought of the act, at the sensation of an out-of-body experience of watching her own face contort wildly from a spine-racking pussyquake... 

Lorra cleared her throat. "You know I can't." 

"I'll let you wear the strap-on again." Trinx, as 'Lorra', smirked. 

"I...I'm not like that." 

"It's not because...I'm from..." Trinx showed Lorra what she would look like if ever bridged between shame and fear. 

"No. No! It's all me, you know that." 

'Lorra' let half of a smile creep back onto her lips. "You can't be unfaithful with yourself, you know." 

"That..." Lorra pointed at the reflection of her own face, "is intellectually dishonest." 

"Yet so true to your own desires." Trinx said softly. 

"No." Lorra turned back to the stove, ready to cook the eggs. "I have a boyfriend, and I will not..." 

She stopped as she felt it; something notably rigid pressed against the fabric of her robe, directly between her prominent asscheeks. Surely Trinx hadn't had time to grab a toy, so quickly... 

"I've missed you..." The deep voice filled Lorra's ear, along with a familiar blast of warm breath. 

Lorra spun around. She looked up slightly to see the face of the man she had been seeing for the last few weeks. 

"Trinx..." 

"Call me 'sugardick'...you know I like that." The man's hands pushed open Lorra's robe, exposing her pink, suddenly-stiffened nipples. 

Lorra put her hands on her suitor's chest, maintaining her distance. "Have you been eavesdropping on us??" 

"Maybe...maybe I've heard you say it to me already...after slipping deep into you..." 

Trinx held Lorra's hips and pulled them towards her. Lorra looked down and froze, stuck between laughter and lust. 

"Oh, love...Dex is NOT that big." 

"You make it sound like he's that big." 

"I'm sure you know how to exaggerate for a man's sense of sexual accomplishment." 

'Dex' paused. "Are you saying that you've been faking it for me?" 

"You're not Dex!" Lorra snorted out a laugh and moved away, keeping her front towards Trinx. 

"It's not cheating to fuck your own boyfriend, Lorra." 

"You aren't!" Lorra snickered, unable to disguise her enjoyment of this game. 

"Love..." Trinx walked the masculine form towards Lorra, its enormous cock seeming to lead the way. "I forgive you...ahead of time..." 

Trinx kissed Lorra, making her laugh harder. After a moment, the laughter stopped, and Lorra felt the same sensation as kissing Dex, the soft scraping of his stubble against her face, his strong hands holding her hips firmly in place, his manhood wedging between her smooth thighs... 

"Trinx!" Lorra broke off the kiss suddenly. "Stop. I thought you had a date coming up, anyway." 

A speedy metamorphosis brought Trinx's most common appearance back into Lorra's view. She played with her long, curly blond hair and peeped guiltily up at Lorra with steely-blue eyes. 

"I'm sorry. I really do get carried away by you, sometimes." 

Lorra sighed. "I know. And you are sweet." 

Trinx leaned in and kissed Lorra, softly but passionately. A moment later, Lorra felt a moan start to swell in the base of her throat and push its way upward... 

"Trinx..." 

The blonde giggled. "Still sorry." 

"Go fuck your date, will you?" 

"I will!" Trinx turned and strode off, swinging her hips with wild exaggeration. "And your headlights are still on, by the way." 

Lorra cocked her head curiously and then pulled her robe back over her tits with a gasp of realization. 

"You look lovely, child!" 

The words never grew old, unlike Francine. Not that she was anywhere near young ten years previously, but her age showed even more than it had then. Her fingers absently slid over the metal of her floating transportation chair, just short of its controls. An even older-looking gentleman showed less restraint over his device, tearing down the hall of the rest home past them. Trailing far behind the man, an overweight orderly did his best to chase him down, huffing and puffing as he crossed Trinx's view. 

"Why, you have a bit of a glow to you, even!" The old woman finally completed her thought. 

Trinx giggled. "Do I, now?" 

"Very much so. Do you have a man?" 

She laughed and blushed, shocking herself. A woman who serves the perverted wills of strange men, embarrassed by an old woman's simple observation. 

"I have a few suitors, Frankie." 

"Oh, of course you do. No wonder I can't find a good man, you're hogging them all!" 

Trinx covered her face in order to avoid snorting aloud. "Really, grandma." 

Francine chortled and then let herself turn more serious. "You don't mean 'suitors' like you had all that time ago, I hope." 

The younger woman paused. "No, I have a respectable job. See? I'm on my way in to work right now." 

Trinx displayed herself in her professional-looking attire, pride radiating from her. 

"I do see that. I thought maybe you were just dressing up for my sake." 

"No, but I should do that for you." Trinx said, almost somberly. 

Frankie smiled. "Well, don't let me keep you from work, love. But just remember to come back soon, won't you?" 

"I absolutely will remember, Grandma." 

August 17, 2090 

It was one year ago, today. One of Earth's years, the amount of time it takes the planet to circle around their life-providing star. It is a very long period of time to think about. 

But it seems like yesterday. I remember it even better than the actual yesterday. When I first saw her. 

Trinx. 

I was still adjusting to this planet. The language was still very new to me, but I could understand tone. And her tone was kind. 

"Hey there, old guy." She had smiled as she squatted down next to me, gently placing her hand on my shoulder. "How are you?" 

I just smiled and nodded as politely as I knew how. She cocked her head, smirking slightly at my odd reaction. Her lips seemed to reflect a dull sort of light, as much as they glistened. Her eyes were the same powerful and yet beautiful shade of blue as the ocean as seen when entering this planet's atmosphere. And just as deep as that water, from what I understand now. Her hair floated loosely in the breeze, strands bearing the radiance of pure sunlight. 

She was an education wrapped up into a single image. Our people were utterly indistinct from each other, even though we could appear as unique as we dared to imagine. Trinx was so wildly unlike any other female that had crossed my view from the alleyway. I had seen hundreds, perhaps thousands, who had been pleasing to the eye; even though I was looking at alien life forms all around me, there was a definite aesthetic aspect in both forms of their gender to be appreciated. 

Trinx, in contrast, was glorious. The realization of the existence of such beauty, especially when coupled with the revelation of unique and intricately detailed personalities, brought the value of this entire world into clear focus within a mere moment of time. 

This was even truer as I saw her in the passing weeks. I knew enough from seeing most people to see what was normal. Going to their places of work, having routines, ignoring the people like the one that I pretended to be that lay like trash against alley walls. Trinx was not homeless, but she was a single step away from it. She lived with some other females who dressed much like her, yet were not as lovely. They all cowered in subservience to a man who collected currency from them and checked on their whereabouts frequently. They called him "Pongo". 

The reproduction on my world was asexual and joyless; the idea of sexual organs or their use was completely foreign to me. Watching Trinx get on her knees and pleasure a man at the far end of the alley was a marvel to behold. The concept of what it would be like to be given such a sense of delight...or, even more intriguingly, providing such delight...captured my mind. The power of his release seemed almost thick in the night air, like fog enveloping the area. 

And while Trinx seemed to remain in a pleasant state most of the time, I saw that whenever one of her friends mentioned the word "mother", the light in her eyes was instantly dimmed. Her body position changed, more subtly than humans seemed to be able to notice. Trinx was damaged, somehow. She was imperfect, unlike those on my planet. That was no detraction from her splendor; it was, in fact, the very essence of it. 

Trinx rapped at the door a second time. She adjusted her prop glasses as she looked around. 

It was one of the nicer neighborhoods she'd visited, which was definitely saying something for it. Wealthy clients were nothing new to her at this stage, having been in the profession for about a decade. The trees waved in the spring's strong breeze, losing some of their leaves to fall on the high-end hovercars which rested on their parking stands along the street. Trinx figured that the red one nearby must belong to the client. She wondered what he looked... 

"Yeah?" A gruff voice broke her from her thoughts. 

"Mr. Kapalos?" She smiled even before fully seeing him. 

"Whatever it is, I'm not buying it." 

Trinx giggled. "We have an appointment, Mr. Kapalos. I find that this attire prevents any nosy neighbors from jumping to accurate conclusions." 

The tall, hazel-eyed man scanned her up and down. He tousled his rather shaggy, sandy-blond hair thoughtfully as he inspected her. His eyes seemed to linger on her black jacket and long skirt. Trinx noted his casual clothing, not even remotely close to appropriate for the phony business meeting she was clearly attending. She adjusted the briefcase in her left hand absently. 

"Of course." He finally said, smiling broadly. "Trinx, believe it was." 

"That's correct." Trinx offered her free hand in a professional manner, which he took. 

"You can call me 'Rick'." 

"Loudly and often, I expect." Trinx grinned charmingly. 

"I expect." Rick reflected the expression. "Do come in." 

The inside was even more telling than the outside. The entire place looked like it had been frozen in 1900. Trinx set her briefcase down near a wall, her eyes wandering from one antique to the next. 

"Sweet jeebus..." Trinx muttered under her breath. 

"A family estate." Rick explained as he delicately placed his hand on her lower back, leading her forward with him. 

"You don't make dates with liars, ever." Lorra's words haunted her. It was more likely that the man had gained everything through the Elimination Wars, especially given his air of authority and his rugged build. It might be a family estate, but probably from a family that he had killed off. 

Trinx tried to push the thoughts off as they traveled. It was always helpful to think the best of the client, to focus on the positive in order to provide her best performance. She had shifted her attitude in line by the time that they ended the walk in the library. The room's decor was as impressive as the rest of what she had seen here, especially the grand piano which dominated the center of the room. 

"Do you play?" She asked as her eyes soaked it in. 

"A little, but it's mostly decoration." Rick said, swinging one bookshelf around to reveal a display of liquor bottles and glasses. "Do you drink?" 

"Absolutely." 

Rick poured two glasses and motioned to a loveseat against the far wall. Trinx sat, joined by her host. She gratefully took her alcohol. 

"To new acquaintances." Rick held up his glass as a toast. 

"To new acquaintances." Trinx smiled and clinked her glass against his. 

She nearly choked after a mouthful of the liquid. 

"Too strong?" 

"Wheww..." Trinx caught her breath. 

"Scotch, very old. Very good, I think." Rick took finished his drink without showing any effects. 

"Have to get used to it." Trinx smiled, setting her glass on the end table near her. 

"I'm sure you will. So, how does this usually work?" 

"Well..." Trinx looked upwards briefly, as if searching for the right words. "When a man and a woman have certain feelings for each other, they find a nice, quiet place..." 

Rick laughed. "I mean financially." 

"I'm an ardent fan of cash, if you have it." 

"I do. Before or after?" 

"After." Trinx almost looked surprised at the question. "Everything is based on your satisfaction. Except for a minimum hourly fee, of course." 

"That's very trusting." 

"I'm very satisfying." 

Rick grinned at the speed of the volley. "Of course. This is quite the harsh look, isn't it?" 

Trinx absently reached for her ponytail, but Rick grabbed at her hand. 

"No, I rather like it." Rick said soothingly. "I imagine you could be the boss, and I could be the employee that you've fired and has come to your house to confront you about it." 

A sparkle lit in Trinx's sapphire eyes. "That...sounds like a bit of fun, I admit..." 

"Good." 

There was a slight pause. 

"So, then..." 

"So let's dispense with the pleasantries, bitch." Rick's tone turned harsh. 

"I...what?" Trinx put her hand over her mouth, feigning shock. 

"You know why I'm here. Why did you fire me?" 

"That was all explained to you..." 

"The real reason." Rick cut her off. 

"Look, I have an appointment downtown. Business gathering. I'll call you about this later." 

Trinx stood, but Rick pulled her by her skirt back onto the loveseat. 

"We'll fix this now." 

She swallowed, as if frightened. "I'll call for help." 

"You don't want help. Getting me alone is what you've wanted all along." 

"I beg your..." 

"Don't lie to me." Rick interrupted again. "I saw the way you looked at me enough times. Got the message behind your little invitations to come here and pick up this or that." 

"Don't flatter yourself." Trinx chuckled. "I can get a better man than you at the pub. Any night." 

"Bullshit. You fired me because I didn't jump at your thinly-veiled offers." 

"Fuck you." 

Trinx started to stand again, but Rick pulled her down and into a deep, nearly-violent kiss. She melted into it, forgetting about the act from the effect of his firm lips upon hers. 

"You admit that I'm right." Rick said softly as he broke it off. 

"You're...sort of attractive." Trinx ran her hand over her hair, looking away. "In a rough kind of way. I admit that much." 

Rick pulled her into another kiss, and she felt herself moisten suddenly. She moaned into his mouth softly. 

"You admit that you want to fuck me." Rick broke off the kiss and nibbled at her neck. 

"N-no..." 

"We'll see." 

Trinx gasped as Rick tore open the blouse beneath her jacket, revealing her braless breasts. 

"Rick!!" 

He sucked one of her rosy nubs between his teeth, pinching the other between strong fingers. 

"Ohhh, no...stop!" 

Rick mumbled a negative as he attacked her mounds. Trinx pulled herself together and pushed him away, standing and walking briskly towards the door. 

"You're not going anywhere." 

Within a blink, Trinx found herself bent over the piano, her arms splayed outwards. She felt her skirt pushed up over her lower back and her panties torn away. 

"Stop! Stop th..." 

Trinx's voice evaporated as Rick's tongue drove into her aching twat. 

"Ohhh, Godddamn..." 

Rick's voice was muffled by her flesh, but she wasn't about to ask for clarification. Her face lowered to the wooden surface, pushing her glasses crooked on her face. Her subtle shifts made her nipples rub against the top of the piano. 

"You like that, whore?" 

"It's...not bad..." Trinx sputtered. 

Rick shoved two thick fingers inside her, positioning his hand upside-down so his thumb could assault her clit. 

"It's great!" Trinx cried out, half-laughing. "Sooo great...OOH!" 

"This is what you've wanted, right?" 

"No...Nooo..." 

"No?" Rick finger-fucked her harder, his thumb rolling her trigger in quick circles. 

"Noooo...your c...oh GOD!" 

"Say it!" 

"Your c...COCK! I w-wanted your cock!" 

"That's why you invited me over all those times." 


Trinx Ch. 01



"Yes! Yes, I wanted to get you in...inside meeEEE!" 

Rick slowed his efforts, letting Trinx breathe. "Is that why you fired me?" 

"N-no...really..." 

The onslaught quickly resumed, making Trinx writhe atop the piano. 

"Yesss..yesss that's why I fired you!!" 

"Good girl. I respect your honesty." Rick chuckled. 

"Fuckkk.." 

Trinx felt that blissful, familiar arc nearing its apex, then Rick's fingers removed themselves from her hungry hole. Moments later she felt a spongy, warm presence ready to take their place. 

"Oh, yes..." She moaned. 

"I want my job back." 

"We'll see, love...let's see how good you can fuck me, first..." 

"No...promise the job, then you get the cock." 

"Fuck you...give it to me..." 

Rick continued to rub his bulbous cockhead against her slit, making her hips roll in anticipation. 

"Rick...come on..." 

"I need that job, whore...and you need what I have. Sounds like good business to me." 

"I'm sure you'll get the job...I bet you'll slam my pussy raw..." 

"Not without that promise, whore." 

Trinx grunted as she twisted her hips. It was barely a game anymore, as she felt her pussy salivating for its promised feeding. 

"Fuck me...please..." 

Rick grabbed her ponytail as his glans split Trinx's damp pussylips. He pulled her head back, making her gasp and clutch at the piano lid. 

"Promise it." 

"The job...you'll get your job..." 

"PROMISE!" 

"You have it...you have your job...I promise!" 

Trinx grunted as she felt herself get split open. 

"There you go, whore..." 

"Oh, FUCK!" She wailed. "Is that a fucking joke? I wanted your cock, not your arm!" 

"Careful what you wish for, right?" 

Rick pressed deeper, rapidly, nestling his balls against the prostitute's hot flesh. 

"Jeeezus!!" Trinx grunted. "So fucking big...sooo big!" 

"Glad you like it." He chuckled as he gave her an assertive thrust, letting go of her hair. 

It was bigger than her favorite client's prosthetic, she realized with some sense of awe. Or maybe it was one, and he simply wasn't making it vibrate just yet. The thought of the foot-long rod vibrating inside of her almost made her nervous. 

"Fuck mee..." Trinx heard herself moan, almost as if from a distance. "Give it to me..." 

Rick was now in a mood to comply. He gripped her firm asscheeks and pumped into her with solid strokes, bringing her to the edge of sweet release in a hurry. 

"Is it as good as you imagined?" Rick asked with a slight growl. 

"B-better..." 

"All those nights you flicked your clit dreaming about it, right?" 

"Yes! So much better than I fantasized...fuckkk..." 

"I want to hear you scream." 

"You will..." 

"Soon...when you cream all over that dick..." 

"S-soooon...fuck it..." 

Rick slammed into her, feeling his cock getting lubricated with her juices as her orgasm rapidly approached. Trinx screeched as he drove her over the top, bucking her hips wildly. 

"Oh GODDDDDD!!" Her voice rattled the room. She gasped for breath as Rick slowed down and finally pulled out. Just as she started to look back, a pair of strong hands flipped her over. 

"Ready for more?" Rick slapped at her sensitive clit with his massive meat. 

"Yesss..." The sight of his cock made Trinx's eyes widen. He had stripped himself of his clothes, at some point during her recovery, and his well-muscled form was also a pleasing sight. The question of why a man like this would even think of hiring a call girl found a small spot to hide in the back of her mind, since the rest of it was fixated on the experience in progress. 

Trinx noticed that her glasses were still twisted on her face, and started to pull them off. Rick stopped her hand, gently setting the spectacles straight instead. 

Before she even realized it, he was back inside of her. Trinx moaned at his slow strokes, meeting his eyes with her own as she propped herself up with her hands. She arched her back, hoping that the sight of her tits bouncing with each deep thrust would help to get him to the finish line. Her jacket and blouse slipped off of her shoulders and bunched around her wrists. 

"Such a tight fucking cunt..." Rick grunted. "I'll have to loosen it up on my longer lunch breaks." 

"Yesss..." Trinx nodded loosely. "We'll do that..." 

"Fucking right we will...you'll take it every time I want..." 

"Yes! Every...time...fuckkk..." 

Rick sped up, grabbing at her ponytail again. He pulled back, making her cry out and her back bend even further. Without warning, Trinx exploded again, clamping like a vise around the invading rod. 

"OHhhhhHHH FUCK! FUCCCCKK ME!" 

Trinx was still sailing on the rippling sensations when Rick spun her around and flipped her over again, so that her face hung over the edge of the piano. She took a deep breath as she came eye-to-eye with his cock. Rick's hand held her by her ponytail, making her head hover inches from his manhood. 

"I bet you want to suck it off, whore." 

"Please...yes..." 

"I'll let you, if you give me a raise." 

"I can't..." 

Rick nodded defiantly. "Yes, you can." 

"It's not up to me! There are other people..." 

"Fucking bullshit. I know for a fact that's not true." 

"Rick...please..." Trinx's tongue slipped outwards in vain. 

"A raise. Twenty percent, or I stroke off in your hair." Rick started to beat off, slowly. 

"Not the hair!" 

"Then..." 

"Fine...twenty percent." 

"Promise." 

"I promise! Now feed me that fat cock..." 

Rick pushed her head down, giving her all that she could eat and then some. She moaned as he pushed slightly into her throat, feeling it pulse against her tongue. 

"That's it...close..." 

Trinx sucked furiously as Rick used her hair as a handle. She loosened her throat and felt him slide in further. 

"Oh my God..." Rick groaned at the sensation. "You sweet cocksucker...gonna..." 

She moaned hard, anticipating the blast. Suddenly, his dick pulled out, and she watched as it fired wad after wad of cum towards her face. Trinx closed her eyes instinctively, only opening them as she realized that her glasses were shielding them from being plastered shut. 

"OHHHHhhhhh so good..." Rick grunted and twitched as the last of it finally oozed out of his cock. Trinx pulled it back into her mouth, sucking out any possible juice left in the tube. 

"I absolutely must ask you something." She said, following the all-too-common awkward pause after a man shot his load. 

"If you must." 

Trinx stroked Rick's cock lazily with both hands, finally feeling it soften. "Why would you bring me here?" 

"You don't like the place?" 

"The place belongs here." 

Rick grinned with realization. Trinx scooted around and sat on the edge of the piano lid, leaning towards him slightly. 

"Tough question?" She asked teasingly. 

"It's not as if I don't meet other women. But now and then, I like to be in charge. No questions, no arguments, no excuses." 

"And here I am asking questions." 

"Yes, that will definitely cost you a portion of your tip." Rick smirked. 

"I'll shut up, now." Trinx matched the expression as she took the glasses off. She scooped the rest of his splooge off of her cheeks bit by bit, sucking her fingers clean. 

"How does three thousand credits sound?" 

"For how many dates?" 

"This one, as a start." 

Trinx choked on her dessert. "That...will do!" 

"With the promise that I'll be able to see you again." 

"I fucking promise!" She giggled. 

"And you promise fucking." Rick shot back. 

"And so much more." Trinx said, more seriously. 

Rick leaned in and kissed her deeply. Trinx pushed herself into the lip-lock, not entirely due to the fact that he was about to pay her six times her normal rate. She absently started working Rick's member with both hands, feeling it jerk and begin to stiffen again. 

"Trying to earn the rest of your tip back?" 

"No..." She bit her lip as she dropped off of the piano, her hands never leaving his warm mass of flesh. "I'm taking much more than the tip." 

Rick gasped as Trinx dropped to her knees, grabbing her ponytail instinctively. 

November 30, 2090 

I dreamed about the creature again. Not for long, as far as I can tell in retrospect, but long enough. 

There are no such creatures here. There are deadly animals, but they are very rare and mostly live in cages for people to view at their leisure. I know that it's useless to worry about them, but some deeper place in my brain hasn't received that message just yet. Even when I woke up in a warm, safe bed, I still felt myself shivering. 

I don't even know where that planet was, now. It was one of a series that we had very little information on, but seemed like a better choice for resupplying en route than any of the other planets coming up. 

We were very much in error. 

The thing seemed to come out of nowhere, while we looked around the village for useful items to take with us. It was no bigger than any of us, really. It wasn't the size, it was the form. Its fingers ended with curved talons, which bore such an impression of sharpness that it almost hurt to gaze upon them. Scales and spikes adorned its back and shoulders in a near-random fashion, as if arranged by a severely drunken deity. Four prominent horns graced its head, turned in various directions. And its mouths...not side-by-side or one above the other, as we had observed in some beings on other planets, but one inside the other. Two sets of teeth, which could pull away from each other and turn a mere bite into an amputation in the blink of an eye. If one's eye could blink when looking at it, that is. 

It was called a "rokkrath". I remember that very well, because the local beings screamed it as they fled. "Rokk-rath! Rokk-rath!" Of course, it's also possible that the phrase translated to "run away!". 

Our group leader didn't seem to catch onto that meaning, if that was the case. It didn't have the opportunity to take heed, though, either way. The rokkrath had torn our leader to shreds before we could even turn to run, feasting on the flesh and roaring loudly as if out of a sense of victory. 

That was all I saw, as my teammate and I never looked back. The sounds of screeches and bodies being ripped apart faded only as we reached our transport craft. In the dream, though, we never reached that haven. The sight of the two sets of teeth opening, the blood-caked rows of fangs gaping at me raised my now-human heart to a furious pace. My futile cries fell off into the distance, until they suddenly echoed against the inner walls of the rokkrath's open maw. The world dimmed as my head was enveloped by it, the rows of teeth about to spring like a bear trap around my neck... 

Trinx awoke to a scream, her eyes instantly wide and rapidly darting about the room. She promptly smiled and settled herself as she heard Lorra's bedrail beating steadily against the wall between their rooms. 

The tempo continued as Trinx sat up and moved over to her computer table. The room was small enough that she could easily do so without touching the floor. Within seconds, her computer was displaying her messages for her. 

"From...RKap2095?" Trinx muttered to herself. She clicked it open, noting the attachment. 

As she read, she found herself waving a finger to the rhythm of Lorra's bang session, as if conducting a tiny orchestra. 

"Dearest Trinx..." She murmured along with the path of her eyes, "I wish I could give you everything I wish to at this moment, but this will hopefully do until some later date. Think of me when you see them. Let's try to meet a week from today's date, same time. Dress to suit your mood, but don't get arrested for public indecency." 

Trinx smirked and opened up the attachment, also pressing a button on the large cylindrical device nearby. The device, bearing the subtle label of "Object Accelerator", whirred wildly for about ten seconds before shutting off. The cylinder popped open, revealing an arrangement of flowers in an Asian vase. The blooms of the flowers fell outward as the door swung wide, too broad for the confines of the accelerator. The contrast of the brightly-colored arrangement dazzled her eyes and made her catch her breath. 

They were stunning. 

So stunning, in fact, that she had nearly forgotten about Sugardick's performance on the other side of the thin wall. Lorra screamed out again, seeming to prompt an allegro command for the percussion section. The pounding grew faster, accompanied by Dex's low grunts. 

Trinx took the flowers to the kitchen, putting them on display on the dining table. She primped them, insuring that each petal was shown off to maximum effect. Leaning her chin on her hand, she gazed at them affectionately. The opening of Lorra's door snapped her out of the minor trance. Dex, in a gray bathrobe and a pair of boxers, entered the kitchen. He stopped as he saw Trinx, who smiled warmly. 

"Hello, Dex." She purred. "How are you?" 

Dex shifted awkwardly, almost bashfully. "Not bad...Trinx. You look well." 

"I feel well. Thank you." 

"There's no food, love!" Lorra called from the bedroom. "I told you, I have to go out tonight and get some." 

"You don't say!" Dex said as he looked in the refrigerator. 

"Well, I do, actua..." Lorra entered the room, stopping as she saw Dex piling up the ingredients for what would clearly be an impressive sandwich. 

"I bought a few things while I was out." Trinx said humbly. 

"Oh...my...God." Lorra gaped as she saw the flowers. She tightened her bathrobe absently as she approached Trinx, her eyes fixated on the arrangement. "Did Captain Coppercock propose?" 

"CopperWHAT?" Dex's voice ricocheted off the walls of the refrigerator. 

Trinx rolled her eyes slightly. "No, these are from the new client." 

"I'd ask what you did for him to deserve that, but I'd have nightmares for a week." Lorra chuckled. "But how good for you!" 

"And four thousand credits!" Trinx half-whispered. 

"Get the fuck out!" 

"What?" Dex pulled away from the fridge, looking surprised. 

Lorra tilted her head in his direction. "Not you, love. Go wild." 

"I'll tell you about him later." Trinx smirked. 

"I'm quite sure you will." Lorra giggled. 

"HOW big?" Lorra felt her jaw drop. 

The two of them sat at the kitchen table, having finished Lorra's preparation of a fraction of Trinx's generous purchases. The flowers almost came between them, making them lean slightly away from them in order to see each other fully. 

"Like this. No joke." Trinx held her hands apart as if describing a fish that she had caught. "No exaggeration, unlike your little singing performances for Sugardick." 

"Oh, love, I was not exaggerating this time. That man was on some sort of medicinal enhancement today. I think I might actually have a bruise on my cooze." 

"Want me to kiss..." 

"Oh, do shut up." Lorra rolled her eyes. "Although if I thought it might help, I would let you kiss away." 

"You never know until you try." Trinx laughed softly. 

"I'll try an ice pack first. So, what does this new man look like?" 

"Gorgeous. Tall, ripped, just fucking delicious." 

"Trinxie, dear." Lorra adopted her kindest, most concerned tone. "You're not thinking that this man might be your Prince, are you?" 

"My what?" 

"Oh, like those ancient cartoon movies. Someday your prince will come and all that rubbish. Take you out of this life and put you up on a pedestal." 

"No." Trinx pondered for a half-moment. "No! That's just silliness, Lorra. That sort of thing doesn't happen to girls like me. Dirty whores don't deserve that." 

"Now, stop. I didn't mean that, and you know it." 

Trinx looked down. "Sorry. I do know that. Maybe I do hope that some man can see me as something more than that. The way you do." 

She looked up, catching Lorra's eyes. Lorra leaned over the table and kissed Trinx softly, in a way that was tender and yet clearly short of romantic. 

"I hope so, too." Lorra looked at the flowers suddenly, finding a convenient focus away from Trinx's lovely countenance. "Speaking of which, what of the man that you last thought might be your Prince Charming?" 

"Beau..." Trinx murmured in mild shock, as the man had been largely pushed out of her consciousness since the previous night's dream. "I see him tomorrow night." 

"Let the poor man down easy, won't you?" 

"Oh, shut up." Trinx smiled, despite herself. 

The date of the evening fit squarely into the category of "nothing special". Money, sure, but someone who would get bumped off of her schedule if there was any conflict. That's if he even could afford a second go-around. The man had balked at the minimum prices for a fuck, so Trinx didn't expect that he had much spare cash to play with. While she was on her knees slurping at his phenomenally average cock, she dreamed of her morning's oral adventure with Rick. Deep moans erupted from her throat at the mere memory of Rick's schlong invading it. The client bucked at Trinx's passionate vibrations. When she clawed at his hips and sucked with her full force, she pulled the cum from his balls violently. Trinx was lost in the memory of drinking Rick's second load until the man spoke, finally shattering the fantasy. 

"Fuckkk that was sweet...ohh yeah...whewww. Damn, baby. What did you say the minimum price was, again?" 

Trinx, as always, stared out of the surface-bus's windows on the way back to the apartment. She watched the people, mostly. All different, no matter how similar many seemed to each other. All walking different paths, even when along the same sidewalk. Each single one with their own identity. 

She inhaled sharply as the bus came to a stop. Her view was down an alley. One much like any other by appearance, but also one with its own story. 

"Please...don't..." The recollection of her own face twisted in desperation made her cringe. She clenched her eyes until the bus had mercifully moved on. 

To be continued



Trinx Ch. 02



Author's note: I apologize for the formatting lapse in Chapter 1. Hopefully this and future installments will read more smoothly. 

Also, you may expect a new chapter every 1-2 weeks. Delays can always occur, but I'll try to keep these coming steadily. Thank you for reading, and for your generous ratings so far! 

-Vanna 

***** 

Trinx stood in silence for a moment before announcing her presence. "What in the bloody hell is this?" 

"You've never seen it??" Lorra half-gasped. 

"Obviously not." 

"It's your story. A hooker finds true love in a rich client." 

Trinx looked at the screen dubiously as she sat on the loveseat next to her roommate. Lorra was wearing a plain "wife-beater" shirt with a pair of pink shorts. Her hair was still slightly damp from an apparent bathing. Even more apparent as Trinx inhaled the faint, enticing scent of her shampoo. 

"When was this made? A hundred years ago?" 

"Even more. A hundred and nine, I think." 

"Jeebus." 

"It's still good." Lorra rolled her eyes. "But I guess your story is a little different. This one isn't a love triangle." 

"Lucky girl." 

"Really! And how was your date?" 

Trinx shrugged dismissively, still watching the screen. 

"That's good, in a way. A love triangle is complicated enough. You don't need a love...what would that be, with three men? A 'love square', maybe?" 

"Maybe." Trinx pondered. "But the point that's diagonal to me wouldn't touch me. All the points should touch me. Symbolically speaking, I mean." 

"Or literally." Lorry giggled. 

"Oh, hush." Trinx subtly nodded towards the screen. "What's it called?" 

"'Pretty Woman'". 

Trinx shrugged. "She's not that pretty." 

"I think she is." 

"Oh, do you?" 

Lorra giggled as she looked to see what appeared to be Julia Roberts wearing Trinx's clothes. 'Julia' raised her eyebrow playfully. 

"I didn't say it would be an improvement, though." 

"Oh! Well, then." Trinx shifted back to her previous form. She repeated the eyebrow motion. 

Lorra laughed. "Stop. I can't pay you a compliment without you getting all wet." 

"You can't breathe without making me wet." Trinx said, a few shades of tone away from being fully serious. 

Lorra looked at her for a moment. "Come here." 

Her roommate obeyed. Lorra gave her a quick kiss, then leaned back and pulled Trinx's head to rest gently on her upper chest. They both sighed softly as Trinx loosely wrapped her arms around Lorra. 

"A love pyramid!" Lorra realized. "That way they would all touch..." 

"Hush, love." Trinx interrupted with a delicate little laugh. 

***** 

"Hello, lover." 

Trinx blushed at the very sight of him. For the briefest of moments, she had no memory of Rick, or being conflicted at all between two rich, charming men who knew how to bring her to dangerous levels of sexual satisfaction. His dark, slightly graying hair rolled in waves, every hair seeming to be meticulously placed. His eyes were blue, a touch lighter than Trinx's. She was torn at the sight of his tuxedo. He looked magnificent, but she wondered if her little red dress was inappropriate. 

"Hi." Trinx said softly. "Is this...?" 

Beau watched her look down at her own dress. "It's perfect. Like you." 

She bit her lip in a smile, which would have been an adorable bit of acting. If it had been an act. 

"Please." Beau gracefully motioned for her to come inside. 

It was much more modern than Rick's house, although she wasn't making any conscious comparisons just yet. The wealth was obvious, and his taste was impeccable. 

"Only the finest." Beau said, almost as if reading her thoughts. Trinx observed the table, set with the most expensive china and silverware, along with three courses of gourmet fare and a champagne bottle in a gold ice bucket. 

"Beau...this is too much for just me." 

"Nonsense." Beau pulled a chair slightly back, and Trinx accepted the invitation to sit. "Some of it is for me." 

She giggled softly as he sat across from her. He immediately went to work on the champagne, soon pouring spirits for both of them. Beau offered her a glass, which Trinx took. She waited as he lingered at the precipice of making a toast. 

"To the best things in life." He finally said, punctuated by the clinking of glasses. 

"Some say the best things in life are free." Trinx said swiftly, halting Beau as he was about to drink. 

"Perhaps. But are you going to believe nameless cliché-merchants, or me?" 

"Oh, when you put it that way, you make me feel rather silly." 

"It's part of your charm." Beau smiled suavely. 

"Thank goodness for that!" 

They drank, each managing to keep an appreciative eye on the other as they tipped their glasses upwards. 

***** 

His touch was delicate, almost reverent, just as she had grown accustomed to. Beau had peeled her dress from her with such surgical subtlety that she didn't even realize her nakedness until his fingertips alighted upon her hips. Trinx began to play catch-up, pulling Beau's jacket and shirt off with less gentleness. 

He walked her backwards towards the bed, ultimately pushing her backwards onto it. She laughed at the uncharacteristic gesture, gazing up at him as he finished the stripping job she had begun. Trinx's hair sprawled out wildly from her head, and her fingers teased the undersides of her breasts as if of their own volition. The expression on her face was utterly serious, suddenly, gazing at him with unbridled need. 

She parted her legs automatically as he crawled over her. Beau kissed her, deeply, eliciting soft moans of desire from her. Trinx gripped his shoulders, rubbing his muscles soothingly. The prosthetic member was poised at her entrance, already starting to hum pleasantly as her folds opened like the bloom of a rose... 

"Stop." 

Beau blinked. "What is it?" 

Trinx looked up at him with wide eyes. "Why me?" 

"Trinx..." 

"Yes, I know about the war. Many women can't deal with your injury. But how many can?" 

Beau sighed. "I'm tired of searching for those women." 

"They can't be that hard to find. And women much more beautiful than me..." 

"There are no such women." Beau said, almost sharply. 

Trinx smiled at the sentiment, but pressed on. "Smarter women." 

"You are much smarter than you believe. Or than you pretend." 

"More respectable women." 

Beau hesitated. "You don't think I respect you?" 

"No, I do. But perhaps you shouldn't." 

"Trinx..." 

"I'm a fucking whore, Beau." 

"Stop that." 

"It's a fact, lover. So why the wining and dining? I appreciate it...it's wonderful...but I don't deserve it." 

"It's not for you to say. I think you are more than what you are. If that is clear, at all." 

Trinx paused, her eyes scanning his face. "Yes, I think it is. So where does this go?" 

"Trinx..." 

"Please." 

Beau sighed, more deeply than he had previously. "I don't know." 

"Do you think about me...quitting?" 

"I don't think you want to get invested in me." 

"Why in blazes would I not want that?" 

"There are things I can't tell you. And which make my presence here uncertain." 

Trinx's eyes widened. "Beau..." 

"I'm not saying that I'm dying or anything." Beau smiled in an almost imperceptible manner. "But while I'm here, for whatever time that is, I deeply enjoy your company, whether simply talking or immersing myself in your incomparable sexual splendor." 

"Dive in, then..." She said suddenly. 

And just as quickly, he granted her wish. 

***** 

The couple rested together, enjoying an extended session of post-orgasmic nuzzling and nibbling. 

"I forgot to ask, for some strange reason..." Beau's voice oozed over the surface of her eardrums, "how you enjoyed the meal?" 

Trinx chuckled. "It was amazing, Beau...like everything you do for me." 

"Excellent. I long to satisfy you in every possible way." 

"You do..." 

With no warning, his lips were snared by hers. She nibbled lightly at his tongue, playfully, yet signaling the true depth of her desire. Beau used her body as if learning an instrument; he found various tones and sounds with the strokes and gentle pinches over the different areas of flesh. He shifted his focus to her breasts, teasing the full scope of her perfect orbs with his lips, while conspicuously avoiding her nipples. 

"Please..." Trinx gasped, rolling her head backwards sharply. 

"In time..." 

Much like his treatment of her mounds, Beau's fingers tap-danced along her inner thighs, occasionally tracing over the soft, trimmed blond fuzz that decorated her pussy. One of Trinx's hands found a home on the back of his head, the other on the wrist of his tormenting hand. Neither hand enjoyed any success in their impatient goals. 

Beau elevated his attentions, rubbing the tip of his index finger along the folds of her labia. The divide opened under his touch, letting it slide shallowly within it. Her juices coated his skin, clinging to him. Trinx moaned progressively louder as he began to lap at her sensitive nipples, while teasing her twat more aggressively. His finger extended its range, barely brushing against her clit every few strokes. 

She was twisting her hips on the bed, as if blindly groping about for deeper penetration, when he slid down and snatched her clit between his lips. 

"OH, GOD!" Trinx arched her back and grabbed at his head with abandon. "Oh OH OHHH my G...uuuuaaaaaAAAAHHH!" 

Beau showed no mercy as she writhed under his attentions, her body visibly racked with overwhelming waves of pleasure. 

"Beaauuu..." 

He released her, softly blowing over her still-quivering snatch. She trembled with each breath, gasping. 

"I love how you look in that state." Beau chuckled. "Even more beautiful than usual." 

Trinx laughed as she regained control of herself. She pulled Beau upwards, kissing him deeply. The presence of his vibrating prosthetic loomed at her gates. 

"Make love to me." She ordered him as the kiss broke off. "Or, even better..." 

Trinx rolled Beau onto his back, hovering over him. She rubbed his cockhead against her tenderness, making it glisten with her juices. Every minute or so, she would bear down slightly, granting the illusion of penetration before continuing the tease. 

"Take it..." Beau grunted. 

"In time." Trinx giggled. 

The sight of him was worth the wait. His tightly-toned chest and arms below her made her long to bring him inside her, while the distinct pleasure of the torturous extension inspired her to continue. Beau's fingers traced along her cheek, lovingly, as his eyes met hers. Trinx sucked his index finger into her mouth as she slipped her aching twat down upon him. 

"Ohhhh..." Beau grunted deeply, both from the sensation and from the extra pressure on his finger as she bit down. 

"Ahhhhhh Beau..." Trinx let his finger slip out as she closed her eyes and let her jaw drop open. She planted her hands on his chest, rocking her hips in smooth, broad circles. 

"Take it..." 

"Always..." 

Trinx hooked her feet on the inside of his firm inner thighs, rolling her pelvis back and forth. Her back arched, making her arms a perfect frame for her exquisite breasts. Beau reveled in his view, just as much as she had enjoyed hers a few minutes previously. 

Her hips served as his hands' resting place, while he didn't try to influence her movements. Trinx was given the control, fucking him in no uncertain terms. Normally, a client would only allow ten or so minutes of this ride, wanting to change to another position; this was Trinx's show, and Beau let her have it for as long as she desired. She took him with an incomparable hunger, her twat sucking at his shaft furiously. Her tempo was deliberate, while her force seemed to be unrestrained. 

Beau bathed in her erotic glory, watching her reach her peak while she kept him at a high simmer. Her hair flowed free over her shoulders, partially obscuring her face while leaving her eyes and mouth perfectly framed. She gazed down at him as she finally increased her pace. The soft gasp, grunt or sigh of one would be promptly addressed by the other, as if an extended conversation without words. Beau groaned louder at a pulse of sexual bliss, digging his fingers into her supple thighs in response. 

"Trinx...slow..." 

"No...I want it..." 

"I want you to...cum again..." Beau almost seemed to cough out the end of the phrase. 

"I will...fuck me..." 

Beau shifted gears, pushing his hips upward as far as hers would allow. 

"There..." 

"Yesss...more...a little more..." Trinx gasped loudly. 

"Trinx...I..." 

"Yess?" 

"I lo..." He caught himself, his eyes widening for the briefest of moments before clenching shut. "Oh, Godddd..." 

"Yessss...YESSS!!" Trinx trembled and cried out, gripping Beau's thick, vibrating cock tightly. 

"Ohhh, Triiiinxxx..." Beau moaned as he erupted along with her. 

She rode out the storm, feeling every pulsing squirt of his cum coat her inner walls. Her quim clenched intermittently, as if to draw out any straggling sperm from him. With a satisfied sigh, she slumped down onto him, lazily kissing him. They remained fused together as their breaths slowed. 

"Were you about to say something?" Trinx finally said, trying to keep her face straight. 

"No, not really." Beau had less success in feigning sincerity. 

"Oh, my mistake." She rested her head on her hand, the fingers of her other hand tracing over his upper chest. 

"Nobody's perfect." 

"I suppose." Trinx snickered, and then turned genuinely serious. "I know that this isn't usually the kind of conversation that men have with their whores..." 

"Now, I told you..." 

"Shut up." Trinx said, with utter steadiness. "But, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted... I love you, too." 

Beau, uncharacteristically, had no words. He simply kissed her, which was eloquent enough. 

***** 

"I love you too..." 

The phrase echoed in her head throughout the cab ride home. It was willful, almost scripted in her head, and yet it felt as if it had slipped out like a dirty secret. And it was out there, as if it was a virus released into the atmosphere; irretrievable and threatening to destroy everything. 

"No, you're being silly." Trinx whispered aloud to herself, spurring a curious glance from the driver. Beau was going to say it. The truncated phrase was unmistakable. And his reaction was just as clear in its embrace of her admission. There was no hesitation, no trepidation at her emotional trespassing. 

The caution belonged to her, exclusively. Her type did not love, simply put. It was part of why she started off in the form an elderly vagrant man; ignored while she could learn the language and the ways of this new planet. Even better, a prostitute could not expect love, and should have a fail-safe if she ever wanted to express such a thing; for what human can genuinely value a woman who sells her affections for cash? 

"Love..." The cabbie muttered. 

"What...what about it?" Trinx sputtered. 

"No, I'm calling you 'love'. We've arrived, dearie." The older man chuckled softly. 

***** 

"No, no...not on...AHHH! Jeeezus!! Oh, you dirty FUCK!" 

Trinx snickered as she prepared her breakfast. Lorra's voice surely carried down a couple of hundred floors to the street, as loud and heavy as it thundered throughout the small apartment. 

Minutes later, Lorra entered the kitchen, wearing her favorite bathrobe and a cross face. That cross face was also damp, clearly having been washed immediately prior. 

"Oh, that man!" She said, without even seeming to have noticed Trinx. "I may..." 

"What?" Trinx smirked with curiosity at the abandoned statement. 

Lorra dropped her voice as she looked at her roommate. "I may have to pay you to take a load or two from him." 

Trinx giggled. "Oh, really?" 

"No, not really." Lorra walked up to her, quieting herself even further. "He's just so damn randy all of the time, now! Ever since I first let him have a go at me, it's like I signed over my twat for mining rights or something." 

"Oh, my." 

"Honestly, every time I want to just talk, he uses my mouth for other things." 

"Well, I'm always glad to lend you a hand. Even if it means lending him my hand." 

"No, really, I was joking." Lorra walked to the refrigerator and grabbed a drink. 

"You like it, though, don't you?" 

"Do hush up, please." 

"Admit it!" Trinx laughed. 

Lorra rolled her eyes. "I sort of do, but I have my limits! I just don't know how you take it." 

The blond chuckled as she watched her friend walk back towards the bedrooms. 

"Especially on your face!" Lorra said in a harsh whisper, twisting her mouth into a vision of disgust before disappearing down the hallway. 

***** 

The image of Beau pumping into her felt so right, and yet so horribly wrong. It probably was the presence of his hand on her throat, making her gasp for breath. He smiled as she struggled, holding his wrist with both hands. Her legs wrapped tight around him, holding herself in place through the standing fuck. 

"This is more what you expect, isn't it?" He breathed cruelly at her. "As the fucking whore you proclaim to be." 

Trinx nodded, not as much as an admission as because she could imagine no other action to take. 

"And like a whore, I know you don't mind entertaining others." 

Her eyes widened at the words, and even more as she felt another cock pushing at her sphincter. Without even looking, she recognized it as belonging to Rick. 

"Nooo!" She grunted out, just before Rick slipped past her defenses. 

"Best of both worlds, right?" He laughed in her ear from behind. Rick's hands mauled her tits as he shoved what felt like a never-ending mass of meat into her tighter tunnel. 

"FUCKKKK!!" The call girl screamed helplessly, wedged between her two favorite clients. 

"Only a slut wants to feel this..." Beau growled. 

"And you obviously want both of us." Rick moaned as he finally nestled his full balls against her asscheeks. "Or else you would choose." 

"No...both of you..." Trinx gasped at herself. "I mean..." 

"We heard you." The two men said in chorus. 

"No, I mean...I don't know that I can choose! You're both so...wonderful..." 

Trinx slipped into acceptance of the dual invasion, feeling her body loosen and grow accustomed to their synchronized thrusts. Their forceful breaths assaulted her flesh in tandem, seeming to be two exhaust vents of the same mechanical contraption. A machine designed for her pleasure, oiled and calibrated for maximum effectiveness, and running at full steam. 

"So good...both of you...in...me..." Trinx gasped out the words, feeling herself approaching her familiar zenith. 

"Cum for us, whore..." The pair spoke in unison again. 

"I will..." 

"NOW!" 

She jerked as if given an electric shock. "Yesss...OH, yessssSSSSSS!! FUCK ME...fuuuck mmmmeeeEEEEEE..." 

Her naked body rolled on the sheets as her eyelids tore apart, racked with the force of the orgasm. One hand split its fingers between her two holes, the other hand gripping her wrist as if to push her digits deeper. 

"AH...AHHHhhh...Oh, fuckkk..." Trinx caught her breath, pulling her hand free from her clutching orifices. "Fuck me..." 

***** 

"You look lovely, child!" 

The words never grew old. 

"I do hope you're doing well, Trinxie dear." 

"I am, grandma." Trinx smiled. "Just fine." 

"Keeping all the men at bay, I hope?" 

"I'm trying." She chuckled. 

"Those shorts show off your legs quite nicely." Francine's words were not as complimentary as they would seem, considering the look of concern on her face. "You're not...still...earning your money immorally, are you?" 

"No, grandma. Your baby Trinxie doesn't do that anymore." 

"I'm so very glad. You're too sweet, child. Too pretty. You don't look like you've aged a day since you left your mother's house." 




Trinx Ch. 02



Trinx gulped subtly. "Healthy living. Like you, Frankie." 

"Of course. I don't suppose she's talked to you? I never hear from your mother, ever since she married that awful man." 

"No. Not since I ran away, grandma." 

"What a shame." Francine looked concerned, suddenly. "Did I say the same things to you last time? You look as if you want to tell me something awful. I know that I don't remember things like I used to." 

"You did." Trinx sighed softly. "But I don't mind at all." 

***** 

She gazed out at the water, as she so often did after the visits. Her stomach pressed firmly against the rail bordering the bay, as if she would be carried outward by the breeze without the restraint. The gently-curled ends of her hair flapped into her view as she gazed into the eternity of the horizon, creating a busy border for the seascape. 

"Have you seen this child?" Francine had asked the old, homeless man. 

Trinx remembered seeing her for the first time. She was not far from immobility then, struggling to move with the aid of a cane. The elderly woman had held the picture of a lovely blonde girl towards him. 

"It's my granddaughter. She's out on the streets, somewhere. I want her to go back home." 

"I am sorry..." The vagrant shook his head, looking at the woman. 

"I am sorry..." Trinx whispered to herself mindlessly, gazing out at the rippling water. The words offered to Francine had marked only the second time she had ever spoken to anyone on this planet. And, sadly enough, it was the exact same phrase that she had said the first time she ever spoken aloud. 

"Take it, anyway..." Francine had turned the picture over to reveal a phone number and address. "If you see her, I hope you can find a way to reach me. I'm sick with worry." 

The old, bedraggled form of a man accepted, flipping it to look at the picture again. In that form, Trinx had nodded agreeably, while trying not to think of how the vagrant had last seen the girl in the picture. The fear so deeply set into her eyes, as if beyond the point of uncertainty. As if she knew that she would not be saved... 

"And here..." The vagrant's eyes jumped as they saw that the old woman had pulled a sandwich from her handbag and extended it towards him. "God bless." 

"God bless you too, ma'am..." Trinx remembered smiling up at her, thinking of what should be done. 

***** 

She stopped at the sound of the word. Her rear foot almost froze in mid-swing as she turned to look out at the street. The hotel that was her destination stood only a few long strides away; Trinx's mind instantly evaluated the chances of making it through the doors and to a stairwell in time... 

"ALIEN!" The alarm repeated and rapidly ricocheted around her skull. The voice belonged to a woman, but Trinx didn't see her. Her eyes didn't seek out the source of the cry, since they were held captive by the figure running panicked past her. 

Their eyes met for a moment; one of his eyes human, the other seeming reptilian. Under other circumstances she might have thought that he winked at her. As it was, he was obviously reacting to having lost one of his contact lenses. Most of his skin looked normal, like that of a thirty year-old human male. In contrast, the top of his head was smooth and purplish, indented with darker, curved lines. 

Trinx recognized the markings as those of a race from a planet near her own. Bekjerines. Her eyes narrowed sharply. There were only the three of them sent from her system, as she had been told. And the Bekjerines weren't explorers; they were a violent lot... 

The blasting sound jolted Trinx from her thoughts. Whatever mockery of human skin that this alien had been wearing dissolved as the beam entered its back and exploded from inside. The Bekjerine dropped like a rock, its true appearance revealed as it lay a few yards from her. 

Trinx swallowed as she clamped her open palm over her chest. The beating of her heart throbbed in her ears, as if there was no other sound in the known universe. Two uniformed men raced up onto the alien corpse, their weapons drawn. One of them carried a wig in his free hand, the strands of black hair swaying with his movements. The men observed the Bekjerine through the darkened visors of their helmets, one kicking at it to insure that its demise was not a ruse. The two men spoke to each other, but Trinx heard no words. Her eyes staggered their way back to the fallen visitor. 

"What is he doing here?" She thought, transfixed on the corpse. "Why..." 

"Trinx?" 

She gasped at the sound of her name, broken from her trance. One of the uniformed men was smiling at her, his visor raised to reveal strikingly green eyes. He still held the wig, casually twirling it around his finger. 

"I...what?" She spat out. 

"I'm sorry. Not the best timing, I suppose." He smiled more broadly, the charming nature of the expression soothing her slightly. "It's Luke. Maybe the uniform threw you off." 

"Oh, it did!" Trinx began to settle herself into the situation. "How are you, handsome?" 

The memory had returned to her. It was a few weeks previous, and he was a referral client. A good one too, as she fondly recalled. 

"Just keeping busy." Luke waved his weapon casually towards the dead alien. "How about you?" 

"Oh, the same." Trinx almost gestured towards the nearby hotel, but thought better of it. "I didn't know this was your job." 

"Yeah, don't talk about it a lot. Fuckin' aliens, you know." 

"Yeah, what are you going to do, right?" Trinx disguised her nervousness as an awkward giggle. "Well, I guess you know what you're going to do. But still." 

"I knew what you meant." Luke grinned. "Hey, I still have your email. I was short on credits for a while, but I really want to see you again." 

"I'd like that. But for the moment, maybe...I'll let you get back to work." 

***** 

Trinx halted the elevator on the way up. She breathed deeply in the otherwise empty space, letting her muscles unbind themselves. It was already past the time for the date, but there was little choice. She was simply no good in this frazzled state. Her mind strived to find a better environment, like the sensation of Beau's gentle embrace or Rick's rougher touch. The breaths came more easily as she dreamed of happier moments. 

It was twenty minutes past when he opened the door. A businessman, she guessed from a quick evaluation, and probably divorced. She smiled sweetly. 

"I am so terribly sorry. There was an...incident...outside, I was a witness." Trinx cleared her throat, the sound of shifting from the truth to a lie. "The police had to talk to me, I had to make up a story on the spot, even." 

"It's...OK." The original irritated expression had quickly morphed to one of understanding. "Come in. Would you like a drink?" 

"I would absolutely love one. Thank you so much." 

***** 

The night air swallowed Trinx whole as she left the hotel. Its coolness overtook her, quite blissfully considering the previous hour in the stuffy guest room. She breathed it in with relish, turning down the sidewalk towards the surface-bus stop.  

"Hey there, beautiful." 

The voice caught her in her place, nearly making her trip over her own feet. She knew who it was, but slowly turned to look. As expected, Jellico leaned against the building, smirking at her. His gray suit jacket lay open over his prominent belly. Gray hair hung sloppily over the left side of his head. A predictably insufferable smirk adorned his rounded face, the look of someone with a distinct advantage and an even more distinct lack of restraint. 

"What the fuck do you want?" Trinx sighed. 

"Answers, as always." Jellico kicked himself off of the wall and strode towards the blonde. 

"About?" 

He was silent for a moment, picking up strands of hair from her shoulder and examining them. They were damp from the date in the humid hotel room. She had tried to straighten up afterwards, but obviously not enough. 

"Been in a sauna?" 

Trinx narrowed her eyes, but said nothing. 

"You staying here? I thought you had an apartment somewhere." 

She glanced to the side, as if bored. 

"Have relatives visiting from out of town? That must be it." 

"Must be." Trinx finally replied. 

Jellico stepped forward, sniffing her skin. She jerked back, repulsed. His nose threatened to graze her flesh as it traveled up her chest and along her neckline. 

"Smells like...you had a date with a guy who likes to give out pearl necklaces." 

Trinx blinked for a second before realizing. "Oh my God." 

"You gonna show me who your relatives are? Or should I go with all the detective skills that tell me you're still hooking?" 

"It's not illegal to fuck, is it?" 

"Not for free. Should we go back to your boyfriend's room and see what he says about it? I'm sure he'd like to know that you were ashamed to tell me about him." 

She sighed, like she had previously. "What do you want?" 

"A little fun." Jellico provided the familiar response. "Surely you can handle that." 

"Yeah." Trinx faked a thin smile. "You got a room here?" 

Jellico's smile was much more genuine. "No." 

He led her back into the alley, guiding her with a hand on her firm ass. They stopped on the blind side of a dumpster. 

"Looking real good, Trinxie." Jellico chuckled as he roughly pushed her up against the wall. 

"Thanks." 

Jellico kissed her forcefully, pawing at her. His tongue tried to snake its way past her lips, and she grudgingly let it in. Perverse, porcine grunts slipped from him as his fingers squeezed her right tit like a vise. 

"Hey..." Trinx chuckled as she broke off the kiss. "You wanna kiss, or do you want to bust your nut?" 

"Can't I do both?" 

Her expression became sterner. "Listen. You're not paying me for my time. If you want to get it off, let's get it on." 

Jellico shrugged as he unzipped his pants. "As the lady likes it." 

Trinx was sent to her knees before she knew what happened. Her mouth was suddenly stuffed with the cop's lengthy cock, as hard as she had ever felt it before. Even harder, it seemed. 

"There you go, whore...suck it out." 

Her moist hair was gripped by his sweaty fingers, forcing her to take him fast and deep right out of the starting gate. She grabbed his hips, more out of a need to orient herself than to touch him. 

"Look at me while you do that...show me the need in those pretty blue eyes." 

Trinx obeyed, doing her best to create a sparkle in her eyes. The thought of Beau crossed her mind, but it was difficult to match his face with the gut that partially obstructed her view. 

"That's right...that's a good little cocksucker...show daddy how much you love it." 

The sound of the fat man pounding her face bounced against the narrow walls extending hundreds of floors into the sky; the wet, gagging sounds spurted from her throat with every merciless thrust. 

Jellico pushed his balls forward with his fingers, holding himself firmly in her throat. Trinx slipped her tongue outwards, lapping at his nutsack. 

"Fuckkk...that's it...I can see how you get so much business." The detective chuckled. 

She grunted as he went back to fucking her mouth with full force. The idea of stopping it suddenly occurred to her. It's not as if she was defenseless, as a couple of men had found out. But the risk was too great, she realized. Nobody could be allowed to find her. Jellico had arrested her a couple of times already, and he easily could have written down all of the other times that he had forced her to pleasure him, one way or another. He was exactly the kind of perverted fuckwit to keep track of such things, Trinx thought. 

And the disappearance of a police detective would lead people like Luke to her doorstep, in a capacity that involved more than off-duty recreation. 

"Fuckin' aliens..." 

Luke's voice was cut off by Jellico's jarring groan and the sensation of his cock throbbing in her throat. Trinx looked up at him as he pumped out a thick load of spunk, his head thrown back dramatically. 

"Ohhh yeaaaahhhh...suck it, whore... SUCK it! FUCK yeahhh swallow that fucking cumload..." 

She held him in until he was finished, then pulled back slightly. Jellico released her, letting her slump back against the wall. 

"Until next time." The detective fixed his pants as he walked off, leaving her in a heap. Sounds of his chuckles echoed through the alley, diminishing with distance along with his footsteps. 

***** 

October 31, 2090 

Another anniversary. One year ago, it happened. My birthday, of sorts. 

I haven't been able to take on any clients today. It's all regret and replay rolling about in my skull. It's a bit hard to get in the proper mood like that, to say the least. 

If only she had made some sound sooner. When her whimpering made its way to my ears, I was on my feet in an instant. 

Yet, a moment too late. 

I saw the life in her eyes for only a blink of my own. The fear seeped from her very pores, as Pongo held a glowing knife under her chin, the long blade pressing into the soft flesh that lay below her tongue. My hand froze as it reached for the man, cut off by the moist gasp that spilt from her, along with the sound of the knife piercing her to its hilt. Her eyes released thin trails of tears before they locked in place, wide and disbelieving. The sound of her body being unceremoniously dropped onto the pavement was almost more disturbing, if such a thing was possible. The wound sealed itself, a faint glow fading around the hole. I remember gazing at her limp form, seeing her head cocked back sharply with her eyes locked onto a place just beyond my shoulder. 

"I am sorry..." The rasping voice sounded both foreign and distant to my own ears as I stared at her motionless body. She was eerily beautiful, like a mannequin or a painting that seems uncomfortably real. 

"Move on, you creaky-ass fuck." I heard him snarl at me. "This ain't your business." 

I had no words, as I finally looked at him. The language was much more familiar, now, and I felt like I could speak adequately if needed. But nothing came to mind which could express the emotions which were rippling through my veins. The sight of his dismissive, arrogant face made my pulse increase to an even more dangerous pace. 

"I said move on, you piece of shit bum." Pongo lazily waved the glowing blade in my direction. "Before I give you a taste of the same." 

I wish that I could say that I blacked out. That I don't remember it. That I didn't, on some level, choose to do it. 

But I did. As quick as that decision may have been, in whatever state my mind was in, I was aware of what I was about to do. 

"Wh..." 

He didn't even form a full syllable. His face looked just like those of the villagers as they ran from the creature, at least as far as palpable horror is concerned. The flash of curved claws entered my sight before they carved their path into Pongo. I remember every grisly moment of his dismemberment, hasty as it was. 

I still smile with the recollection. I wish I could say otherwise, but the truth remains. 

It would have been easy enough to leave them there. Another pair of unsolved murders, adding on to a number that was virtually infinite even a hundred years previously. While I could be halfway across the continent, in the completely untraceable form of another human. I had no other connections to this place, no reason whatsoever to remain here. 

But I couldn't leave her that way. Additionally, I had torn my own clothes drastically when I changed my form to that of the rokkrath. I couldn't very well just go back to being the nameless old vagrant, not without fixing my wardrobe situation. Even a bum's clothes in such a state would draw attention. After making sure that nobody was around, I morphed into Trinx for the first time. I slipped out of the vagrant's rags, feeling the night air envelop my bared skin. I paused for a moment, taking in the sensation of being her. It felt natural, somehow; not like home, exactly, but like a home that I had just realized that I needed to own. 

I stripped the streetwalker's clothes from her, as respectfully as possible, and put them on. Trinx was friendly with a shop owner nearby, I remembered. After testing my voice to ensure that I could pass myself off as her, I found him and asked to borrow his vehicle. A mere batting of eyelashes was all it took. 

The power was nothing short of amazing. It was much like being the rokkrath, in a way, knowing that I had control. One form with raw physical force, and one form holding sway over the will of men. 

With a discarded roll of carpet for Trinx and some trash bags for Pongo, I cleared the alleyway of all of the remains. Well, almost. I happened to find one of Pongo's eyeballs a few days later, being chewed on by a rat. 

After disposing of the bodies in the bay, I used Pongo's credits to buy some used clothes for my return into the vagrant's form. In the back of my mind, I knew that it would not be the last time that I wore Trinx's body. The sight of myself in the store's mirrors as I passed froze me in midstep. I stared at my beauty unabashedly, even going so far as to run a hand delicately along the curve of my own breast. 

I fell asleep that night as I had for many nights previously; as an old man in a dirty alleyway. But under the surface, the seed of a new identity had been planted. 

***** 

To be continued



Trinx Ch. 03



"How was your date?" Lorra asked. 

Trinx had barely entered the apartment when the question was posed. She looked at the movie on the screen in silence, softly shutting the door. Lorra turned to look at her. 

"Oh, Trinx...what on Earth?" 

She knew that her mascara had run, at least. It felt as if her eyeballs had been hollowed out with a drill, and she could only imagine how dead they must have seemed to someone else. Her roommate came into her field of vision, looking directly at her. Lorra wore what Trinx assumed she had gone to work in, suggesting that she had endured a long day of her own. 

"Are you OK??" 

Trinx nodded and then promptly broke out in tears. 

"Ohh, dear. Come on." 

Lorra led her into the bathroom, sitting her on the closed toilet as she ran a bath. While the tub filled, she dabbed at Trinx's eyes, drying them. Lorra sat in a role of silent comfort until it was time to shut the water off. Gently, Lorra slipped the clothes from Trinx's body and guided her into the tub. The blonde slowly sunk into the hot water. She closed her eyes and sighed with mild relief. Lorra baptized her in a manner, pushing her head back to get her hair wet. The golden strands floated on the surface of the water, a sight which Lorra couldn't help but to fix her eyes upon. Trinx looked up at her and smiled softly as she seemed to catch her in the suddenly awkward moment. Lorra's face slowly changed to reflect the expression. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" Lorra asked as she pulled Trinx up above the water again. 

Trinx nodded, but said nothing. Her roommate waited patiently, sitting on the tiled floor next to the tub. 

"People suck." Trinx abruptly said. 

"I see." 

"Don't say it." The grin on Trinx's face was a welcome sight. 

"I have no idea what you might be referring to." Lorra snickered. 

"Of course. The date was fine. A little sweaty, but alright otherwise." Trinx sniffled slightly. "I ran into Detective Jellico after." 

"Oh, fuck." 

"No, just a blowjob this time." Trinx giggled despite herself, but only briefly. "I hate that vile piece of sloth shit." 

"Well, don't hold back on my account." 

"Sometimes I wish you weren't one of them." 

Lorra swallowed. "Well, maybe you can restrain yourself a little." 

Trinx sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that." 

"I rather like being human, honestly." 

"And you should." Trinx shot out. "You should. In my world, there's no...individuality. It's like a straight line. You do what you're supposed to, or you're baggage to be disposed of. But here, you balance each other out. You take the bad with the good." 

"Quite right." Lorra offered a sympathetic grin. 

"So I take the bad, like Detective Jellico, so that I can have the good...like you." 

Lorra hesitated, as if about to speak. Suddenly, she leaned over the edge of the tub and kissed Trinx deeply. Trinx's eyes split wide open, a moment before her eyeballs rolled in her head and their lids drifted shut. She wrapped her arms around Lorra, feeling the fabric of her clothing turn wet at her touch. In turn, Lorra's hands stopped where Trinx's back touched the tub, leaving her palms to rub against the sides of her breasts. 

"Wait..." Trinx gently broke away, but remaining close. "You're not like this..." 

"I'm not?" 

"No...you have a boyfriend, remember?" 

"Trinx, love..." Lorra looked deep in her eyes. "I give something rather less than a fuck about Dex right now." 

"We have so much in common." 

Lorra returned her passionate lips to Trinx, moaning softly as her naked, nubile roommate increased her intensity. She pulled Lorra closer, making her slide fully over the edge of the tub and into the warm water. The redhead squealed at the sensation. 

"Trinx!! You dirty fuck!" 

"I feel rather clean, really." 

"Oh hush." Lorra giggled. "Put your mouth to better use." 

Trinx lost herself in the experience in an instant, tearing Lorra's blouse open. Several buttons flew off with the force of it, making Lorra gasp. She feasted on the ample flesh of her breasts, kissing and biting while leaving some of it protected by her drenched, white bra. 

"Ohh, love..." Lorra moaned softly. "I want you tonight..." 

Trinx pulled Lorra's skirt down, getting help as Lorra pushed it off of her completely and hurled it out of the tub. She straddled Trinx, her soaked underwear proving no cover for the sake of modesty. Trinx continued to nip and nibble at Lorra's tits, finally catching the clasp in the middle and unlatching it with her teeth. 

"Yes, there...my nipples are so fucking hard for you..." 

Even a hooker such as Trinx had to blush at the aggressive, uncharacteristic words. Any thoughts were pushed out of her mind quickly, though, as she focused on the aptly-described nipples in question. She flicked them with her tongue, one to the other, and pinched them ever-so-gently between her incisors. Her hands wandered down to Lorra's hips, ultimately finding their place on their respective asscheeks. She squeezed firmly, yet not harshly. 

"Oh, this is too much!" Lorra laughed, getting up and out of the tub. She pulled Trinx out forcefully. Trinx started to grab for a towel, then changed her mind. 

"Fuck it!" Trinx snickered. "I suppose I'll just change my sheets!" 

The full-figured redhead tugged Trinx into the bedroom, bringing her to into a kiss once they reached the edge of the bed. Trinx slipped the bra off of Lorra's shoulders, tossing it aside. They locked each other into an embrace, naked and wet from head to toe. Their firm nipples played with each other's, rubbing and then sliding away before returning for another round. 

Trinx sank herself into their kiss, thrilled at a second opportunity to be intimate with Lorra. They moaned into each other, softly, drawing out the anticipation of everything that was to come. Lorra made subtle pulls at Trinx, signaling her to get onto the bed. The young blonde resisted, pretending that she didn't notice them. She knew that she would make Lorra even more driven if she teased her. 

The act of being thrown onto the bed told Trinx that her teasing had worked. Lorra climbed over her, kissing her briefly before sliding down to lap at her tits. Trinx lay back, feeling the sheet get saturated beneath her, becoming drenched in perfect concert with her pussy. She was more talented than she had been the last time, Trinx thought. Lorra's licks were smoother and more confident. 

It may have been because their coupling six months previous had been Lorra's first sexual experience with another woman, Trinx considered. Or maybe because that encounter had stemmed from Trinx comforting her after breaking up with a boyfriend, so Lorra had gone along with it just to get her mind onto other things. Or, perhaps, Lorra had grown more comfortable with bisexuality, and had felt her amorous emotions for her roommate blossom... 

Trinx had her train of thought thrown off by a feminine finger sliding slowly along the saturated lips of her pussy. Her eyes drifted closed. 

"Oh, love..." Trinx moaned softly at the sensation, her hips twisting in a small figure eight pattern. "Such a delicate touch..." 

"I want to make you feel so good tonight." Lorra said between laps at Trinx's hardened nipples. 

"Just tonight?" Trinx tittered. 

The sudden absence of Lorra's lips and finger made Trinx open her eyes and look up. Lorra gazed at her, her hair hanging down in damp waves around her face. 

"I don't know." She said plainly. "I do care for Dex, but...I have to think about some things. I hope you'll let me do that on my own?" 

"Of course." Trinx nodded. "I would never pressure you." 

Lorra smiled, her grin widening as Trinx bucked at the return of the redhead's fingertip between her labia. Lorra planted a long, slow kiss between Trinx's breasts, the first in a serpentine series down her taut belly. Trinx watched, captivated with the suspense as Lorra left a trail behind her loving lips. Her breath caught as Lorra slipped her finger deeper, feeling the wetness inside as well as that of her skin. Lorra hovered under Trinx's belly button, her warm breaths falling upon her flesh and seeming to ooze into the tiny opening in Trinx's twat which was created with a single finger. 

The blond girl's fingers stroked lovingly over her roommate's hair, both as a sign of affection and in silent encouragement. Trinx had desperately hoped that she would lick her pussy during their last encounter, but Lorra had only fingered her and gone at her with the strap-on dildo. Sucking at her slit seemed to be a higher level of sexuality that Lorra was not yet comfortable with. The hope returned now, with reinforcements, as Lorra lingered at that boundary. Mere inches away from taking that plunge into full Sapphic splendor, while her finger teased Trinx with hints of such promise. 

"Oh, God!" Trinx cried out as Lorra jammed her finger into her eager cunt, twisting it around in slow circles. "Yesss..." 

"So beautiful..." Lorra blew softly on Trinx's twat. "So sweet, so loving...I owe you so much..." 

Suddenly, Lorra's finger was gone, replaced by her full, firm lips. She kissed at Trinx's tenderness, much as she had first kissed her other pair of lips. The meshing was hesitant and yet not cautious; she adjusted to this novelty while clearly not apt to reject it. Trinx propped herself up on one elbow, her other hand continuing to caress Lorra's scarlet locks. Their eyes met, locking on each other's while Lorra slipped her tongue out and tasted Trinx's essence. 

"Yes, love...please..." Trinx moaned out. 

"With pleasure." Lorra said softly as she began to eat out the young blonde. Her knees were planted on the floor, while her sizable tits rested on the edge of the bed. Trinx spread her legs wide, brushing her heels over Lorra's upper back in encouragement. 

Lorra placed her hands on Trinx's firm thighs, squeezing them almost subconsciously as she corkscrewed her tongue into her. Moans of arousal echoed those of her focus of attention as she buried her face in her warm, inviting pussy. 

The blonde on the bed eased back, closing her eyes and losing herself in the experience so charitably granted to her. The thoughts of the Bekjerine in the street and of Jellico raping her throat faded into the back of her mind; all that existed were the green eyes that were burned onto her retinas and the tongue which delved so deeply between her folds. Lorra's excited grunts and moans filled Trinx in no time at all, seeming to overflow and spill out into the open air. 

"Ooohhh, lick it deep...so good, love...so good..." 

Lorra became even more ardent at the words, speeding her tongue's twirls and rolls inside Trinx. Her legs quivered and bucked slightly as the twinges of delight struck her. As if surrendering, her arms fell back on the bed with her hands over her head. She wanted desperately to hold her head, but moved her hands far away to resist the temptation; Lorra was in control of her actions, and Trinx would not try to change that. She succumbed to Lorra's fervent devouring, biting her lip as she felt the tide beginning to build inside her. 

The wave collapsed harmlessly as Lora pulled her face away, going back to blowing and kissing at Trinx's pussy. Trinx groaned in frustration, clutching at the sheets to keep her hands in place. She looked down her chest at Lorra, seeing the familiar set of luminous, emerald eyes smiling back at her. The teasing tables had turned. 

"Come on...Play nice, love..." Trinx giggled. 

"That's no fun." 

"It will be for me!" 

Lorra paused. "Alright..." 

Trinx cried out as Lorra attacked her clit. She set her tongue upon it with such speed and accuracy that the surprise alone made her gasp aloud. This passive, bashful girl pouncing on her most sensitive sexual spot like a predator. Trinx threw her head back, her wet hair slapping against the mattress with audible force. 

"Don't stop...make me cum...please..." 

Her roommate grunted an affirmative while continuing to flick her tongue rapidly over and around Trinx's hardened nubbin. The green eyes peeking out from behind the damp, red hair sparked as she strove to bring Trinx to a powerful orgasm. The ends of Lorra's mouth curled slightly as Trinx's breaths shortened and quickened. 

"Yes yes yessss...don't stop, love...ohhh God..." 

Lorra took her right up to the brink, then pulled her tongue away. The cry of despair from Trinx was quickly blended into a scream as Lorra replaced her tongue with her fingers, rubbing furiously at her clit. Trinx's body shook and bucked violently, her voice pouring out as her twat fired jolts of ecstasy throughout her being. 

Trinx's moans subsided with the fading pleasure, Lorra peppering the descent with gentle kisses along the cleft of her pussy. She worked her way back up Trinx's body, kissing a more direct path up to her lips. They kissed, passionately, while Lorra's hefty mounds weighed delightfully against those of her roommate. Trinx tasted her own wetness as their lips meshed violently together, while the cool ends of Lorra's hair teased and tickled her forehead. As they separated, Trinx brushed Lorra's hair back over her head, smiling up at her. 

"You are too good to me." 

"There's no such thing." Lorra grinned as she nibbled at Trinx's lips some more. 

"I have to repay the favor." Trinx giggled. 

"Well, if you insist. I won't fight you over it!" 

Trinx laughed as she started to roll Lorra over, but the redhead didn't budge. 

"No, you just lay back and relax. I'll do the moving." Lorra smirked as she crawled upwards, hanging her breasts over Trinx's face. 

She wasted no time in licking at Lorra's engorged nipples, quickly making her moan. Lorra rested on her hands, leaning down to let Trinx lap at her. Trinx cupped and squeezed her tits as she feasted on them. As she sighed appreciatively, Lorra flexed her hips, eager for attention elsewhere. Trinx gently lifted her right leg, stopping as she felt the warmth of Lorra's pussy. Her thigh rubbed from side to side against it, pulling her open slightly with each stroke. 

"Ohh, Trinxie...you are setting me on fire!" Lorra gasped, pushing herself back against Trinx's leg. 

"I'll make it better..." Trinx said softly as she tugged at Lorra's hips. 

Lorra took the hint, moving upwards so that her twat hovered over Trinx's face. The young blonde extended her neck and kissed at the wet slit in front of her. She looked upwards, seeing a trace of Lorra's pouty lips beyond her breasts. Trinx slowly lapped at her hole, feeling her moistness against her tongue. 

Trinx found her view changed as Lorra raised herself upwards. She rested her hands behind her, propping them on Trinx's knees. Firmly and yet gently, Trinx gripped Lorra's full asscheeks and licked her pussy with relish. As Lorra leaned her head forward, Trinx watched as small waves of pleasure rolled across her cherubic face. Her breasts jiggled with the tremors rippling throughout her. 

Similarly, Lorra peeked downward as her roommate serviced her. Trinx's hair was strewn about wildly, creating a dramatic vision of beauty. Her eyes opened only partially, while the corners of her mouth turned slightly upwards. She delighted in the act. This was not merely some wanton woman; the emotions which drove here were palpable with every touch of her tongue. 

Lorra began to roll her hips in anticipation of pleasures to come. Inaudible mumblings slipped from her lips and dribbled off into nothingness. The irregular jolts which made her quiver became more frequent and powerful. She squeezed Trinx's knees tightly, stabilizing herself. 

"Oh, Love...keep at it...bring me off..." 

Trinx doubled her efforts, alternating between driving her tongue deep into Lorra's cunt and using it to manipulate her clit. Lorra squealed with increasing volume as she enjoyed Trinx's talents, building up to what promised to be an intense climax. 

Lorra's back curved inwards, leading her so far as to face the ceiling. Her hair dangled down, moving in concert with the rest of her body. Trinx clenched her eyes shut as she moaned into her pussy, intending the vibrations to ignite the orgasm. 

"Trinnnx...Oh, fuck..." Lorra sputtered before her twat erupted around Trinx's tongue. She cried out loudly, while her body experienced one spasm after the other. 

Trinx was still licking away when Lorra slipped off of her, rolling to the side. She opened her eyes as Lorra kissed her delicately. Lorra pulled Trinx onto her side, where they kissed playfully and affectionately. 

A few times, Trinx thought to say something, but Lorra kissed off every effort in the most literal manner. They lay together, silent but for the sound of their lips upon each others'. Lorra finally rolled so that she rested somewhat on her back, bringing Trinx up over her chest. Trinx wrapped her arm over Lorra's warm, welcoming flesh, closing her eyes as her head rested on her upper chest. Their breaths both deepened and slowed in what seemed like mere moments. 

***** 

Her hand explored the emptiness, as did her eyes. She finally opened her eyelids, seeing that her hand touched only mattress, not the voluptuous woman that it had been anticipating. 

The location of the woman in question was indicated by the familiar smell of breakfast cooking in the nearby kitchen. Trinx stood in the kitchen's entryway, naked, as was her habit. Lorra wore her usual robe and the usual nothing underneath. 

"Good morning, love." Trinx said, softly. 

"Good morning." Her roommate said the words without any change in its typical tone. She kept her eyes on her cooking, while not seeming to be deliberate or awkward. 

"How are you?" 

"Tired!" Lorra chuckled. "It was quite the night. I..." 

"But you don't regret it, I hope?" Trinx interrupted, seemingly unable to help herself. 

Lorra turned towards her, looking at her askew. "Of course not. What an odd question." 

"Good." Trinx crossed her arms under her breasts with slight unease. "That's always good." 

"It is." Lorra nodded as she went back to pushing eggs around a skillet. "And how are you?" 

"Wonderful." 

"Had another of your erotic dreams, I imagine." Lorra giggled. 

"Feels like I'm living one, some days." Trinx walked over to the stove and kissed Lorra gently on the cheek. She turned and walked away before she could see the curious look that adorned Lorra's face. 

***** 

She flipped the pages lazily as the surface-bus rolled away from her stop. The journal wasn't a frequent companion of hers, but a sense of nostalgia had prompted her to grab the book before heading out to her afternoon date. A familiar date caught her eye and brought the movement of the pages to a halt. 

April 2, 2098 

I told her, last night. It was the first time that I ever told anyone. 

It wasn't easy to do. The rule that was implanted into our mind when we set off on our mission was to never say or show the truth about ourselves. "Keep your persona, at all times" our team leader had said. Of course, our team leader had been ripped to shreds long before we ever arrived at our target destination, so the mission was uncertain even then. And since Joh'vekk and I had argued about continuing the mission, I had never seen him again. All I had to worry about was myself, but it was still difficult to break the promise. 

Lorra and I were drinking together and watching one of her old movies. She had gotten promoted at her lab, a 21 year-old filling a role normally reserved for more experienced researchers. We were celebrating her success, and doing it wholeheartedly. 

As I've written here, she's always known what I do. With her new position, it leapt into her head that I should start working there, somehow. She said I was smart enough, that I just had to learn a few things and I could help out her department. 




Trinx Ch. 03



I told her that I didn't have any identification, which is true. The girl that I watched die didn't have any, and hooking is one of the few ways to make money without a Global Identification Card. 

"Get a new one. You can do that." 

She was right, but they ran people through the ringer for trying. I'd heard stories about visitors who tried to assume other people's identities by getting new cards, and none of them ended pleasantly. 

"It's OK. I like what I do." I told her. 

"Do you, love?" She asked, sincerely. Her concern could be seen in her eyes as well as heard in her voice. 

I told her that I truly did, and after a little repeated back-and-forth over it, she finally accepted that. 

"I just want to help you." She said, touching my shoulder with kindness. 

Lorra took me in when I needed it the most. After living with another prostitute for the previous couple of years, she got caught at her side job of delivering drugs. The police shut down our apartment, and I was too scared to go within a mile of the place. I was in an alley when she found me, much like where I started out. And she asked if I wanted to stay with her. I was just some random whore on the street, and she took me in without fear or judgment. 

I had learned a great deal about people in all my time here, and that amount of trust was something I had never seen in anyone before. I felt ashamed that I couldn't trust her with the truth. 

So, I told her that I was an alien from a distant planet, that I had been sent here nine years ago to evaluate the possibility of "mass assimilation" for our population, and that I couldn't leave because we had lost our spacecraft in a rough landing in the bay. 

She blinked at me. Then she laughed, louder than usual because of the alcohol. 

"Oh, April fool's! You had me for a second!" 

I had forgotten all about this day of "April fool's". I told her that I was serious, and she turned pale. 

"You're an alien?" 

I nodded at her. I started to think that I had made a mistake. 

"You don't look like an alien." 

"I can look like anything. I can change my appearance." 

Lorra laughed again. "You are fucking with me." 

"I'm not." 

The smile slipped away from her face. "How do you change?" 

"At will. We just think about someone or something we've seen, and our cells change in shape, color and texture to match. Sort of like your chameleons here. And if we have physical contact, we can adjust to what you call your DNA." 

"Bullshit." She said suddenly. 

"Do you want to see?" 

She paused. I felt more and more uncomfortable, thinking that this was going to put me back onto the street. 

"Yes. Show me." 

I nodded, then sent myself into the alteration. I saw the shade of her hair in my own peripheral vision, while she gaped at me. 

"Holy fucking hell." She said. 

"Are you alright?" 

"I need to start jogging." Lorra snickered as she looked at me. 

"You don't!" I assured her, smiling along with her for a moment. "More important, though...are you alright?" 

Lorra looked at me for what seemed like forever. "You're not going to dissect me or probe me or anything, are you?" 

I giggled. "I can probe you if you like. I have a strap-on." 

She snickered, still staring at me. "I'll think about it." 

"Seriously, though...you've been so good to me, I don't want to hide anything from you. And if you want to kick me out, I can't blame you..." 

"No." She interrupted me. "Just...be careful, I guess." 

"I will." I smiled... 

Trinx closed the journal as her stop approached, sighing subtly. 

***** 

"Hey, beautiful." The suave voice called as soon as she had stepped off of the bus in front of her apartment building. "You busy tonight?" 

Trinx approached the car that the voice had come from, cautiously. She peeked inside, seeing Beau at his most casual. His hair was darker than usual, with no traces of silver to be seen. It looked slightly slick. 

"Beau...what the hell?" 

"I took a chance. And it looks like it might pay off. So, what do you say?" 

She smirked. "What did you have in mind?" 

"Cheap food, bad movie. Then go parking." 

"Sounds like fun, but...parking?" 

"All the cool kids are doing it. Come on." 

Trinx laughed. "I don't even know what it is." 

"Oh, it's something people used to do ages ago. Just find a quiet place with someone you want to get to know more...intimately. Then let the magic happen." 

"Well, OK." She opened the car door, immediately seeing Beau lift a bag up from the floorboard. 

"But I thought you might like to wear these." Beau grinned. "Along with those fake glasses that you like to wear." 

***** 

As advertised, the food was cheap and the movie was bad. So bad that it was actually enjoyable. Beau and Trinx played a game of "tag" with each other's fingers as they sat in the dark theater, acting like a young couple on a long-anticipated first date. 

She didn't usually spend a few hours of chargeable time on dating activities, but the buildup was clearly going to be worthwhile. And the movie was remarkably ancient, providing the background for the character she was playing. Trinx fidgeted with her white, buttoned sweater and what Beau had called a "poodle skirt" while Beau drove away from the movie house. 

Away, and upward, more specifically. The car flew over the peaks of the skyscrapers, out above the smaller buildings of the suburbs. Beau brought it to a halt after about half an hour of travel, leaving the couple with a breathtaking view of moonlit mountains. The top unlatched and silently collapsed into a space behind the backseat, seeming to be swallowed up by the car. 

"I've never been out with a boy...like this." Trinx brushed her hair back, even though it was already wrapped into a ponytail. 

"I know, Betty." Beau smiled subtly as he called Trinx by her character name. 

"Not like you." Her laugh was delightfully uneasy. "I bet you've brought a hundred girls here." 

"That's ridiculous. Can't be more than sixty." 

Trinx rolled her eyes. "Ha, ha." 

"No, I..." Beau turned more serious. "I know. I've got a reputation." 

"I'll say! The word got around that we were going out on a date, and all the girls looked at me like I was looking to get..." Trinx caught herself and cleared her throat. "Well, you know." 

"I just wanted to spend some time alone. We can just sit in the back and talk." 

She looked at Beau cautiously and then nodded. "OK." 

The two of them crawled into the back. Beau went first and then helped Trinx to join him. As she moved into the backseat, Beau enjoyed the view down her sweater and blouse. 

"So..." Beau rested his arm on her shoulders, feeling the fabric of her sweater with his fingertips. "Beautiful night, isn't it?" 

"It really is." Trinx said promptly. "Beautiful." 

The contradictory nature of the scenario was nothing short of wondrous; the outdated idea of parking on a date, inserted into the modern aerial automobile. It was also a clear and cool evening, creating the perfect atmosphere for the rendezvous. 

"I hope you liked the movie." 

"I did." She replied. "It was a good choice." 

"I think the whole night's been a good choice." Beau said, pulling Trinx closer. 

She giggled nervously, awkwardly putting her hand on his knee. His lips were upon hers in a flash, prompting a muted gasp from her. 

"Sorry..." Beau breathed out. "Too fast?" 

"No, I liked it...very much..." 

They picked up where they left off, pressing passionately against each other. Trinx moaned at Beau's powerful kisses, feeling herself being brought to a high simmer. It was difficult to stay in character and not rip his jeans wide open just yet. 

"I've thought about this...a lot, Betty..." Beau whispered into her ear as he kissed along her neck. 

"Because you've done it a lot?" She chuckled between soft moans. 

"Because I've had you on my mind." 

"Stop it...you could have any girl in school. You're just trying to get up my skirt." 

Beau pulled away slightly. "I'm not, Betty. You're beautiful, you're smart, you're sweet...I don't know how you've kept the other guys off of you." 

"I haven't seen any trying to get...on...me." Trinx smiled awkwardly. Their lips hovered inches away from each other, as if they needed to pull back in order to stop them from colliding. 

"You haven't seen they way guys look at you?" 

"Well, yeah, but...they're guys. They look at every girl like that." 

"No, Betty, they don't. You're different. You're amazing." 

"Stop!" Trinx pulled away further, adjusting her prop glasses. "You just want a good time. Everyone knows it." 

"Why would you come out here with me, if you thought that?" 

"Well, I...I couldn't say 'no', I guess. Maybe you haven't seen the way I've looked at you for the last three years. Not meaning I was ready to spread my legs or anything, I just liked the idea of being alone with you." 

"Me too." Beau smiled. "I'm happy with just getting a kiss from you." 

"Great." Trinx chuckled nervously. "I'm glad you didn't pull the 'put out or get out' line on me." 

Beau laughed, briefly looking out into the void of the night sky. "Not my style." 

Their kiss resumed and intensified, Trinx sliding along the surface of the seat onto her back. Beau's touch was both passionate and cautious, playing the part of a young man trying to get as much as possible without offending the object of his attentions. Trinx opened up her sweater, letting the flaps of it fall to her sides. Beau smiled as he saw the outline of her nipples pushing the fabric upward. 

"So you think I'm just out to have fun, and you didn't want to wear a bra?" 

Trinx giggled. "I'm on the debate squad. I like to make my points very clear." 

Beau grinned in a steadfast manner, telling her to give up the genuine answer. 

"Well, I..." She bit her lip. "I wanted you to see me as being...sexual." 

"To tease me?" 

"No. I mean...I don't know!" 

"That wouldn't be very nice." Beau went back to nibbling at Trinx's neck. "Getting me all hard with nowhere to put it." 

"You're right..." Trinx moaned as she closed her eyes. "Have to go home and...take care of it on your own..." 

"While thinking about this body under me right now..." 

"Ohh God..." She arched her back slightly. "Maybe if I gave you more to think about when you...did that? If I let you suck on my big titties for a while?" 

Beau smiled down at Trinx. "I can't believe you just said that." 

Trinx grimaced; the expression was delightfully overwrought. "Too much?" 

"Not at all." 

He suddenly tore her blouse open, revealing her full, naked breasts. Trinx opened her eyes wide at the act, along with the sudden ravishing that her tits were receiving. 

"OH, Beau! That feels sooo good..." 

Beau grunted gratefully as he licked at her firm nipples. His hands cupped her mounds, squeezing gently and keeping his targets steady for his tongue to attack. 

"You are so good at that...getting me so...MMmmmmm..." 

"This will make it quicker, Betty." Beau chuckled subtly. "This'll help me stroke one out in no time, thinking about sucking on your sweet titties." 

"Oh, God...I wish I could see that..." 

Beau stopped as Trinx gasped at her own words. "Really, Betty? Or are you just trying to come off as 'sexual'?" 

"Well, I...oh, hell." "Betty" sighed. "Can you promise me something?" 

"I can." 

"I wouldn't mind to...help you out." Trinx bit her lip again. "But please don't tell anyone. I don't want guys calling me up expecting anything. OK?" 

"Of course." Beau smiled. 

Trinx pushed her way up while kissing Beau, sitting him upright. Her hands fumbled awkwardly with his pants as her lips meshed violently against his. She moaned as she freed him from his jeans, gripping his thick shaft tightly in her hand. 

"Beau!" She breathed the words out harshly. "No wonder you've had so many girls out here!" 

"Betty..." Beau jerked slightly at her firm grip. "It doesn't matter how many girls I've brought out here. It only matters who the last girl is." 

Trinx smiled. "Is that me?" 

"I hope so." 

She kissed him passionately as she began to stroke his swollen cock. "Tell me if I'm doing something wrong...if I can do something better...I want to make you happy..." 

"You will, baby...that feels so good..." 

Beau's hands returned to Trinx's breasts, flicking the nipples with his thumbs. She moaned into his mouth, the sound being returned quickly to her as she jerked his rod at a faster pace. 

"I can feel you pulsing in my hand." Trinx smiled. "I like this...I can't believe I've never done this for a boy before." 

"I can't, either...you're amazing at it..." 

"When I get you...there...will you say my name?" 

"Yeah...oh, yeah, Betty...get me off...do it..." 

Trinx twisted her wrist she stroked him, staring deeply into his eyes. "Mary Lou told me about when she was out here with you." 

"She did?" 

"Yeah...told me all the things she did to you...for you...and how much you liked them..." 

"Ohh, Godd..." 

Within a blink, Trinx had dropped down and was sucking at Beau's spongy cockhead. Both of her hands clutched at his throbbing meat, while her eyes rolled upwards to gauge his approval. He stroked her head affectionately, resting just above her ponytail. She pulled off momentarily. 

"I've dreamed about this, Beau...dreamed about tasting you..." 

Trinx drove down further, sucking at his dick while working the base of it with her hands. Beau's gasps and grunts echoed the ones that shot from Trinx's core into his loins. 

"Jesus, Betty...I'm...ohhh..." 

"Yes, give it to me...I want to see it..." 

"OH God..." 

"Cum for me...please...shoot that sweet cockmilk all over my face..." 

"OHhh FUCK! BetttTTTYYYYY!!" 

Beau exploded, firing high-arching streams of jizz onto Trinx's face and hair. She caught some on her outstretched tongue, and more on her glasses. While he caught his breath, she sucked at his cumhole, drawing out the few remaining droplets. 

"MMmmm..." Trinx licked her lips. "That's not bad at all! Mary Lou made it sound like it was a little gross." 

"Cockmilk?" Beau chuckled. 

"Oh, God." Trinx cupped her hand over her mouth as if embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I got a little carried away." 

"Just a little." 

"I told you I'd dreamed about it. A lot, actually. An awful lot." 

"Was it as good as you imagined?" 

Trinx sighed softly. "Better." 

Beau smiled. "Good." 

She took off her glasses and set them aside, then proceeded to sweep off the globs of cum which dotted her face. 

"What a night." Trinx giggled. "I can't believe I really just did that!" 

"Me neither, baby...and the night's not over, yet." 

A squeal exploded into the night air as Trinx was hurled onto her back. Before she knew what was happening, Beau had grabbed her white, lacy panties and ripped them from her hips. 

"Beau!! What are you doing?" 

"You win...you've convinced me that you're sexual." 

"B-but..." 

"And I'm going to make sure you have a good time, too." 

Beau dropped down and kissed Trinx's soaked twat, making her cry out in surprise. 

"Beau...ohhh, wowwwww..." 

Trinx clutched at her skirt, pulling it up in a bunch around her belly as she spread her legs wide. Her eyes drifted shut as Beau lapped at her eager pussy. 

"Oh, Jeeezus...your tongue feels wonderful...there..." 

Beau closed his eyes as well as he began to eat her out in earnest. His tongue swirled and snaked inside her, shifting gears to match her reactions. Her hips writhed as if to help his tongue find all of her favorite spots. 

"Ohh, baby...OH that is incredible...lick me deep...deeeeep..." 

In one smooth motion, Beau slipped his hands under her asscheeks and pushed them upward, making her lower back angle upward sharply. He pressed his face even more firmly into her quim. Trinx arched her back away from the seat, making her tits slide towards her face. She grabbed them and squeezed them, adding another level of pleasure to the experience. Beau moaned at the sight of her lovely, rapturous face framed between her glorious mounds, the vibrations rambling wildly through her cunt. 

"OH Godddd...eat it, Beau...eat me...ohh you're gonna..." 

Beau grunted his acknowledgement into her, rolling his face back and forth slightly as he tongue-fucked her faster. 

"Yesss...oh my GOD, YES! OH Godddamn I'm cummingggg yesssSSSSSSSS!!" 

His fingers clenched her firm ass tightly as he felt her explode against his face. Her hips bucked as far as the vise of his hands and mouth would allow, while her head rolled back and forth with abandon. 

"Ohh oh OHHH...oooooh Goddddd..." Trinx groaned as she began to descend from her peak. Her body twitched and she inhaled sharply a few times as his tongue brushed against her walls on its way out. 

"Delicious." Beau grinned as he licked his lips, the first thing Trinx saw as she opened her eyes. 

"I've heard girls talk about that..." Trinx took a deep breath and exhaled with a pleasured sigh. "But I had no idea it would be that intense. I can't believe I...came...so fast." 

Beau slid up and kissed her, giving her the familiar taste of her own juices. 

"Just wait until we make love." He said simply. 

"Oh my." Trinx giggled. "And who told you I would let you be my first?" 

"Nobody. I'm just being hopeful, I guess." 

He kissed her again, more powerfully. As he pressed against her, drawing her hands along the ridges of his well-toned back, she felt his cockhead brush over her slick pussylips. She gasped, making him break off the lip-lock. 

"What's wrong?" 

"You feel very hopeful!" 

"Betty..." Beau said softly. "This is what you do to me. I can't help it." 

"So you're still going to go home and jerk off." She snickered. 

He smiled. "Thinking of you all the while." 

Trinx bit her lip, as if thoughtful. "Do you have a rubber?" 

"Don't tease me." 

"I'm not." Trinx moaned out. "I want to." 

"Oh, God." Beau winced. "I didn't even dream that you would, tonight." 

"My parents would kill me if I got knocked up." Her hands caressed his back, enjoying the feel of his muscles. "But I really want you...tonight." 

"I can pull out." Beau stroked her tied-back hair gently. 

"OK." Trinx nodded and grinned. "Oh, God, this is crazy. But I don't care." 

She reached down and immediately grabbed at his steel-hard shaft, taking only a moment to feel it before guiding it between her pussylips. Her eyes widened as the head pushed in. 

"You're sure, right?" Beau asked, cautiously. 

"Yes...so sure...I want you..." 

He pushed in, their eyes locked on each others' as his girth split her open. 

"OH!!" She gasped loudly. "Ohhh God!" 

Beau gripped her shoulders from underneath as their chests rubbed together. Gentle, short strokes primed her for the deeper penetration they both knew was coming. 

"So tight...so good..." He grunted as he drove in another couple of inches. 

"So big! OH God...take me, Beau..." 

Deeper thrusts were spurred as her heels pressed against his ass. Their bodies began to glide slightly against each others' as a light sheen of sweat began to form on them. 

"I've thought about this...imagined it...so many times..." Beau grunted, his eyes closing slightly with the sensations. 

"Me too...thinking about you in me always makes me cum so hard...all over my fingers..." 

"Ohh God, Betty..." 

He increased his tempo, feeling her open up fully. His balls smacked against her ass for the first time, making her cry out. 




Trinx Ch. 03



"OH! Ohh God you are so deep in me...I love it...love your fat cock in me..." 

"Jesus...Betty..." Beau grunted in feigned surprise. 

"Take me...take my virginity, Beau...pop that cherry...yesssss..." 

"Oh, fuck..." He thrust harder into her. "Best cherry I've popped. And hopefully the last." 

"Ohhh God, yes..." Trinx's blue eyes seemed to shimmer with passion. "Harder...harder...I want to cum all over that big dick..." 

Beau gripped her shoulders tighter as he rammed into her. Her moans raised in pitch with each stroke, sounding almost as if he was testing the range of an instrument. 

"Make me cum...harder...harder!" 

The car rocked in its floating position, despite its stabilizers. 

"Take it, Betty...just like I always dreamed you would..." 

"Oh Goddamn you're gonna make me cum...so fast...do it..." 

"Yes...cum on my cock." Beau groaned harshly. "I want to make you scream..." 

"Oh, FUCK ME! YESSSSSSSS!!" Trinx wriggled beneath him like a fish on a hook; her cunt gripped his massive meat without mercy. 

"Yeah, let it out...don't hold back..." 

"YESSS oh fuck yeaaaHHHHH!" 

Trinx bucked one last time as Beau held himself balls-deep inside her, maintaining an extended deep thrust. She breathed hard and fast. 

"Oh, Beau...you popped my cherry...and so fucking good..." 

"We're not done, yet." Beau grinned. 

He pulled out of her, bringing her up to a seated position. Immediately, she swooped down and sucked at his cock, cleaning him of her pussy's sweet nectar. 

"I could make you blast off like this again." Trinx giggled between slurps. 

"Oh, no." Beau chuckled. "I'm definitely not done plowing your pussy." 

She moaned at the promise of the words, and again as he yanked her forcefully off of his rod. Beau draped her over the door; he smiled as she gasped at the sight of the land a mile or so below her. He pulled her skirt down from her hips, so that it rested around her knees. 

"Oh, shit." She laughed nervously, trying to stay true to the scenario. "I hope nobody sees us." 

"You look beautiful when you're getting fucked." 

"That's not the point! I mean..." 

Trinx felt her words drop into the abyss below her as Beau suddenly split her twat open again. He was deep within her in the blink of an eye. 

"OH SHIT!" Trinx blurted at the sensation. "Yes...fuck me..." 

"I love hearing you say that." Beau groaned as he began to drive into her again. 

Trinx stared downwards, clutching at the top of the car door. She felt him pull the band from her hair, and her silken tresses fall over her shoulders and upper back. Her breasts hung below her, her nipples rubbing against the hard surface that her hands rested upon. 

"Fuck me, Beau...make me yours...all yours..." 

She lasted for about ten minutes of his pounding before she had another bone-rattling orgasm; he switched his prosthetic organ to its vibrating mode as he felt her nearing the edge, and it pushed her over the top. After a few moments, she began to compose herself. 

"Beauuu..." She breathed out almost melodically. "I don't know how much more I can take..." 

"Me neither, Betty...you feel so good..." 

Trinx pushed him into a sitting position as soon as he had pulled out, and quickly straddled him. Beau sighed as she put her tits directly in front of his eyes, while her hand held his cock at her gates. Her hair flowed in the cool breeze, creating a vision that almost literally took his breath away. 

"You are so beautiful." He said in a near-whisper. 

"You're not just saying that because I'm about to squeeze a load out of your balls, are you?" Trinx giggled. 

"No, I'm not." 

She let the smile slip off of her face at the sincerity of his words. Slowly, she drew him back into her folds, sliding down as her eyes never left his. 

"Thank you..." She said faintly. 

Her movements were simultaneously forceful and restrained; she twisted her hips enough to show her desire, but not enough to spur his eruption. His hands squeezed her smooth, strong thighs, leaving her able to ride him as she wished. Trinx gripped his shoulders, biting her lower lip as she stared deeply into the windows of his soul. 

"Betty...I'm getting...closer..." 

"Good...I want to make you happy..." 

"You'd better get off..." 

"I have, a few times." Trinx giggled. 

Beau smiled. "I mean...so you don't get knocked up." 

"I don't care..." She moaned at a twinge of pleasure. "We can run away. I'd be proud to have your child." 

"You're so sweet." Beau grinned through his increasing grunts. "But still..." 

"I want to feel you shoot off in me..." Trinx began to drop her hips with more emphasis. "Filling me with your seed..." 

"Oh, God..." 

"Make me yours, Beau...all yours. Make me your girl, your whore...your wife...whichever you want..." 

"Is that Betty talking, or Trinx?" Beau half-smiled, his expression suddenly tweaked by a sharp jolt of sexual electricity. 

"Whichever...you want..." She managed to gasp before her pussy sparked and detonated. 

Moments later, she felt his cum firing off in streams, as if to extinguish the fire which had been ignited deep within her. 

***** 

Trinx sat at the kitchen table, her nose inches away from the bouquet which overwhelmed it. She let her memory take hold of her mind; the vision of Beau's face as she rode him, the look of loving desire that blazed in his eyes as he neared his climax... 

"You are so beautiful..." 

"Oh, thank you, love." 

Lorra's chuckling broke her from her trance. 

Trinx blushed. "Did I really say that out loud?" 

"You sure did." Lorra smiled broadly. "I take it you had a good time with Captain Coppercock?" 

"Amazing. Absolutely magical." 

"Wonderful. He sounds like quite the man." 

"Oh, he is." Trinx smirked. 

"So." Lorra shifted in her chair across from the young blonde. "Speaking of men..." 

"One of my very favorite subjects." 

Lorra smiled as she paused. "What do you think of Dex?" 

Trinx cocked her head back in surprise. "Dex? I've never really thought much about him." 

"Well, you've seen him. You've met. What do you think?" 

"He's...certainly not bad-looking. A little rough around the edges, perhaps, but cute." Trinx answered honestly. 

"So, if you were to go on a date and see Dex opening the door, you wouldn't be disappointed?" 

"Not in the slightest." Trinx blinked through the pause. "Should I be expecting this?" 

"No, no." Lorra giggled awkwardly. "It's his birthday." 

"Ohh." The light bulb flashed in Trinx's mind. "And he wants something from me?" 

"From us. Both of us, together." 

"Interesting!" Trinx cocked her head slightly. "So you two are doing alright?" 

"Of course." Lorra adopted a mildly perplexed air. "Why would you ask?" 

"Oh, just...glad to hear it." Trinx smiled. "And you're on board with him being...intimate...with me? Even with you involved?" 

Lorra took a deep breath and brushed her lightly-curled hair back with her hand. "I'm rather fond of Dex, Trinxie. I know I complain about him a bit, but I'm very much ready to trust him, to...experiment a little with him." 

Trinx nodded. "If you're sure." 

"I am." 

"And you know I would never even dream of pursuing anyone that you had feelings for." 

"Of course." Lorra replied with surprise. 

"I have to tell you that, because I'll say whatever he wants me to, or whatever I think he wants me to." Trinx explained evenly. "So if I say something like 'I love your cock, Dex, I wish I was as lucky as Lorra to get this dick in me whenever I wanted a good fucking', you know that's not a subtle hint that I want to meet him later for some pokey-pokey on the side. Right?" 

"I understand." Lorra nodded. "I trust you, too." 

Trinx smiled sweetly. "Then I guess I'll get wrapped up for the birthday boy." 

"I'll take it off your rent, if that works for you. Just say how much." 

"Lorra!" It was Trinx's turn to display shock. "I'm not going to charge you for a birthday present." 

"I can cover it." 

"I know, love, but I wouldn't dream of accepting it. I owe you everything, and I'm glad to do anything for you." 

Lorra breathed deeply and then laughed with unveiled relief. "Thank you. I had a hundred scenarios in my head of how that conversation could have gone horribly awry." 

"I bet!" Trinx giggled. "So, what do you think this birthday present might entail?" 

"Oh, I've been too scared to ask!" Lorra tittered. "But I'm sure he'll take some pill or other and be ready for a double-dipper." 

"Of course. Any other clues?" 

"Well." Lorra cleared her throat. "He did ask if either of us had a strap-on." 

***** 

To be continued



Trinx Ch. 04



Dex was more presentable than Trinx had ever seen before. It was also the first time she had seen him before finishing a sex session. Trinx realized that those two facts may be connected. His blond hair, green eyes and strong features were definitely more noticeable when he didn't appear to have come out of a clothes dryer. His outfit was decidedly blue-collar dress-up; tan pants with a button-down shirt, sans tie. 

The two women were as polished as ever. Lorra was especially taken with Trinx's short, red dress and lightly curled hair, while she had slipped into a black cocktail dress which accentuated her ample curves effectively. They stood at even height with him, lifted by high heels which matched their respective gowns. 

Lorra had told Trinx that he was twenty-five years old. He had not looked it as much previously, but his freshly-shaven face and boyishly eager eyes made it more obvious. 

"Oh, nice..." Dex grinned as he ogled the two, seeming to have trouble deciding which view he preferred. 

The ladies took a step back from the doorway, silently inviting him in. He fumbled for the doorknob, sacrificing dexterity for the sake of keeping his eyes on the ladies. Finally, he closed the door behind him. 

"First, we wondered if you might like a light supper?" Lorra smiled. 

"Before your dessert." Trinx's grin was more devilish, a product of practice. 

"Sure." Dex shrugged, not surprising Lorra in the least. 

"There's a little Italian place down the street that we like." 

"With a great wine selection." Trinx added. 

"Sounds great. I'm in your hands." Dex smirked and gave Lorra a quick and yet passionate kiss. 

***** 

The restaurant was busy, but fortunately not completely packed. They were quickly seated at a small table. The two ladies found place on opposite sides, putting Dex at the end. 

Naturally, "light supper" was a relative term, taking the man's appetite into account. While Dex enjoyed salad, bread and a sizable portion of linguini, the two women nursed their smaller meals and the dinner conversation. 

"I'm a little embarrassed to admit that I haven't asked a lot of questions about you." Trinx told Dex, after a hearty gulp of wine. 

"Why not?" 

"Oh, I suppose I didn't want to seem as if I was too curious. Or coming across as judgmental in some way. I've just been happy that she's happy." 

"Isn't she sweet?" Lorra flashed a charming smile, while her words were already slightly blurred around the edges from the alcohol. 

"I've always suspected so." Dex made his own attempt at a winsome grin, which was certainly adequate for both of the women. 

"So, you work at the lab?" Trinx smoothly steered the topic back to him. 

"Yeah, nothing like what this brilliant woman does." Dex locked eyes with Lorra for a moment. "I'm just clean-up." 

"Oh, please!" Lorra burst out, a touch too boldly. "He's more maintenance than housekeeping. This man fixed our centrifugal microfluidic mixer in five minutes." 

"I don't even know what that is." Dex seemed to take the words directly from Trinx's mind. 

"The 'spinny thing', love." 

Dex chuckled. "Now you're speaking my language. Yeah, I did fix the spinny thing. I'm still not the one figuring out how to stop all the viruses, like Lorra." 

"He always talks about himself like that." Lorra leaned over towards Trinx, as if Dex couldn't hear her words. 

"A little modesty is alright. I'm sure he knows his strengths!" Trinx grinned. "Considering that I've given up trying to keep any pictures on my wall. They all get knocked off every time he visits!" 

Lorra choked on a mouthful of wine, laughing as she tried to recover from a minor coughing fit. Dex smirked as he slapped and rubbed her back to get her through it. A middle-aged man looked over from another table, alarmed at the noise. Trinx smiled and waved at him in a politely dismissive manner. 

"It's alright. It's not the last time she'll gag tonight." Trinx snickered. 

Lorra gasped and smacked at Trinx's shoulder playfully. She cleared her throat, signaling that she was now better. 

"I told you she had a mouth on her, didn't I?" Lorra giggled at Dex. 

"You did. Are you alright?" 

"Yes, love. Thank you." She leaned over and kissed Dex. Trinx watched, her attention split by a group of men at another table that had noticed her. 

"Don't look now..." Trinx spoke softly to Dex as the kiss ended, "but I think some guys here are wishing they were you right now." 

"Really?" 

"Of course. Out with a gorgeous woman, and with me as well." Trinx smiled. 

"Kiss her." Lorra said suddenly. 

"Now?" Dex's surprise was palpable. 

"Yes. Make those other guys even more jealous." 

"If you insist." 

Dex leaned over towards Trinx, who mirrored the movement. They kissed, delicately at first, then more forcefully for a moment before breaking it off. Trinx could feel the desire in his lips. She could also see a glint of it in his eyes as he opened them while pulling away. 

Lorra giggled as she finished her drink. "It's your night, lover." 

***** 

The three of them stood in the opening of the living room, a woman on each side of him. It was a small space, but it was presentable and cleared to create an open, carpeted area. 

"The seat of honor is yours, birthday boy." Trinx smirked as she motioned to a plush chair at the far side of the room. 

Dex took his seat, already squirming slightly with anticipation. The two woman closed the gap between them. 

"This is going to be a little different, Dex." Trinx announced as she teased Lorra's hair with her finger. "You don't get to unwrap your presents. We do." 

"We do?" Lorra asked. "I mean, we do." 

Trinx's lips met Lorra's quickly, as if not giving her any opportunity of changing her mind. She succumbed to Trinx's touch immediately, moaning softly into her mouth. The taste of the wine was still rich on her lips. 

"Very nice." Dex subtly reached for his zipper. 

"No." Trinx said sternly as she broke off the kiss. "We get to unwrap you, too." 

"Yes, ma'am." Dex chuckled, pulling his hands back as if he was being held up at gunpoint. 

The two ladies returned to each other, sucking and nibbling at each other's painted lips. Trinx teased Lorra's delicate neck and shoulders with her nimble touch, playing at the notion of slipping the straps of her dress to their respective sides. Lorra, in turn, ran her fingers along Trinx's back. She slipped her finger into the slit that hid the small zipper which could expose Trinx's tightly-toned body to the guest of honor. 

Trinx slid her lips down to Lorra's neck, moving her fingers to the sides of her breasts. Lorra let her eyes close and head fall back, her scarlet locks draping beautifully behind her. She was the very image of romantic rapture; the moment of abandon was displayed on her face flawlessly. 

The kisses along Lorra neck lingered as Trinx relished another opportunity to demonstrate her affection. Trinx's mind wandered to her passionate encounter with the luscious redhead two nights previous. She thought of Lorra's sweet sounds of ecstasy, the song that she had sung as Trinx had brought her to her climax. Trinx's heart skipped as she imagined hearing an encore performance... 

"Do you fancy women, Lorra?" Dex broke Trinx from her thoughts, shattering the silence with his excited tone. 

"No..." Lorra smiled cryptically. "Just one woman..." 

Lorra brought her head up, her eyes opening a touch too wide, as if having caught herself revealing a secret. Her gaze was met with Trinx's, who grinned with the same flavor of thrill which had seasoned Dex's question. They kissed again, Trinx pressing her lips forward with even more desire than previously. 

"Just beautiful..." Dex muttered pleasantly, shifting in his chair. 

"Yes, she is." Trinx said as she broke off the kiss. 

"Stop." Lorra giggled, seemingly tipsy with the experience as well as the spirits she'd had. 

"We're not stopping for a while." Trinx slipped Lorra's dress straps down her shoulders, pulling down with enough force to pull the fabric down momentarily. Lorra gasped as she felt her nipples exposed for that instant, slapping her hands over her breasts. 

"You could have warned me!" Lorra giggled as she recovered from the shock. 

"Very well." Trinx matched her laugh. "I'm going to see all of your beauty, now." 

Trinx deftly unzipped Lorra's dress in the back as her lips trailed over her upper chest. Lorra rested her hands on Trinx's shoulders, caressing her subtly. The black dress slipped down, slowing as it passed her hips as if it hoped to not let go of her too soon. Dex's eyes widened as he saw that there were no panties slowing the path of the garment, either. Lorra exhaled sharply, embracing her nakedness. Her own hands went to Trinx's back, unzipping the red dress. 

A soft sigh oozed from Lorra's throat as Trinx began to lick and suck at her full breasts. She toyed with Lorra's nipples, giving them quick nibbles before moving away again. Trinx's own tits threatened to escape as her dress began to slide forward. She held the dress to her, letting it fall open over her back, while keeping her chest covered. Trinx peeked at Dex as she gave one of Lorra's nipples an extra-long series of flicks. 

It was obvious that Lorra had been telling the truth when she told Trinx that Dex was not as big as Trinx portrayed him as, but he certainly was not lacking. Trinx assessed the bulge in his pants with a satisfied eye. She gauged him at about seven inches, and not shy on girth, either. 

"Enjoying the show, love?" Trinx tittered. 

"You have no idea." Dex grinned. 

Trinx reflected the expression back at him. "I think you've made the impression." 

Dex caught the reference, leaning forward instinctively. 

"Some show." Lorra said while trailing off from a moan. "You have me in my birthday suit, and you're acting all modest there." 

"The lady's right. Fair is fair." 

"Are you saying you want to see more of me, Dexley?" 

Dex laughed at the use of his full name. "I am." 

Trinx kissed her way back up to Lorra's lips. After a brief but passionate lip-lock, Trinx pulled away slightly, staring into Lorra's eyes. She held her dress up, tilting the front of it a few inches either way. Lorra took hold of the material, letting Trinx free her hands. They resumed their kiss, while Lorra slowly pulled the dress down. It pressed tightly against her, so that Trinx's tits bounced upwards with release as the fabric passed them. 

"Unbelievable." Dex groaned. 

Lorra inhaled sharply as she turned to Dex. "You never say that about my breasts." 

The mock irritation made him chuckle. "Oh, yes I do. You just don't understand it because my mouth is full of them at the time." 

"Well, alright. I'll give you that one." Lorra rolled her eyes. 

Like with Lorra's, the dress fell to reveal nothing but smooth flesh underneath. Dex scanned her lithe form with little subtlety. 

"So, love..." Trinx kicked away the circle of red fabric which had clumped at her ankles. "How do you like your present so far? 

She took Lorra's hand and led her towards Dex. They walked with excruciating slowness, their hips cocking outward with each overstated step. Their high heels stayed on, making their movements even more dramatic to the eye. 

"It...looks like it's going to fit me perfectly." He gave his eyebrows a quick lift. 

The two women reached him, kneeling at both sides of the chair. Trinx rested on his left, and promptly finished the job of unzipping his pants. 

"I was thinking the exact...same...thing..." Trinx locked her eyes onto his as she spread the flaps of his trousers open. She caught Lorra's eye and winked, making both of them giggle. 

The two of them tugged at his pants and boxers. Dex lifted up to let them pull both of them downwards. His engorged cock sprung up as the boxers passed it, slapping loudly with the impact against his stomach. Trinx had sized him up accurately, and she eased her fingers around his fullness with both grace and admiration. 

"Oh, my." Trinx hummed appreciatively. "Is tonight supposed to be his present, or mine?" 

Lorra snickered. "Hush. Put your mouth to better use." 

The three of them laughed until the ladies each dipped down and pressed their mouths against a side of his dick, as if kissing with his thick meat coming between them. 

"Ohhh..." Dex groaned, his laughter cut off by the sensation. "Yes, girls...that's it..." 

The two of them slid up and down like they were mirror images of each other; the tips of their tongues danced along the sides of his shaft as they traveled. Their eyes dwelled upon each other, basking not only in the thrill of the naughtiness but the act of sharing between them. Both of them looked upon the other with gratitude for the favors that they were being granted. 

Dex ran his fingers mindlessly through his blond hair as he savored their lips and tongues. It wasn't possible to hide his true reactions, since his cock throbbed sporadically for them. After a few minutes of slow, wet preparation, they met at his cockhead. Trinx placed her hand on Lorra's upper back, both signaling her to take him into her mouth, and pushing her forward afterwards. The birthday boy grunted with the sudden change, leaning his head back against the chair. 

"Beautiful indeed." Trinx smiled as she watched her friend sucking at him. Lorra was not nearly as experienced as she was, but the desire behind her motions was undeniable. She wanted to please him in every way. 

"She is..." Dex moaned, looking down to watch her. "Always." 

Trinx slipped his shoes and socks off, which always felt like an awkward break when there were only two people involved. She listened to the slurping sound appreciatively as she worked his pants and boxers off. 

"I understand that you plan on what Lorra calls 'double-dipping' tonight." Trinx said as she came back into his view. 

Lorra snickered around him, making her gag momentarily. 

"Absolutely." Dex confirmed. 

"I'm so glad to hear that." Trinx ran the tip of her nose up Lorra's cheek, nudging her away. Dex's dick was quickly swallowed by the young blonde. She gazed up at him, taking him deep with determination in her eyes. 

"Oh, mercy." Lorra said in awe as she watched. 

"Jeezus...that feels so good..." Dex groaned out. 

Lorra unbuttoned his shirt, soon pulling it off to leave him in his own birthday suit. She stroked his broad chest lovingly while kissing him. His moaning punctuations rang through her as their tongues teased each other. 

Even while watching the display, Trinx didn't miss a stroke. She sucked his cock with complete confidence and without an ounce of shame. Her fingertips teased his balls, making his moans more prominent as they came along. 

Lorra gazed into his eyes as another pulse of pleasure ripped into his core. 

"I want to learn to do that for you." She said, softly. 

"I never complain." Dex smiled at her sentiment. 

Trinx pulled off as she tugged at Lorra's arm. "It's all practice, love." 

She worked Lorra into her spot, where the redhead promptly took over the task of gobbling Dex's rod. Her cheeks caved in almost imperceptibly, the force of her mouth's lunging being harder to miss. Trinx smiled up at Dex as she nuzzled Lorra's ear. 

"You look so lovely like this..." Trinx whispered into her ear. "Make him cum for you..." 

Dex moaned loudly as Lorra worked at him even harder. Trinx leaned in and began to lick at his balls, being sure to press her firm breasts into his leg as she did so. The two of him felt him tensing up as they strived to bring him off. Lorra bobbed rapidly, eager to reach their goal. Trinx smiled as she saw Dex grab a handful of red hair. 

"Oh, FUCK!" He blurted as he pumped out a load of spunk directly into Lorra's mouth. She grunted at the rush of seed, unable to pull away. 

"Greedy slut!" Trinx snickered as she swooped in, pulling her away and kissing her deeply. Their tongues slid against each other as Trinx sucked most of the load out of her mouth. 

"Oh my sweet God..." Dex moaned at an aftershock. "You two are amazing together." 

"I like to think so." Trinx smiled at her, again thinking of their night of lovemaking. Lorra returned the look. 

"Lorra, love..." Dex said, regaining his composure. "Do you know where the strap-on is?" 

Lorra nodded in response. 

"Be a good girl and get it, while I let your friend have one more turn." 

She looked to Trinx for permission. 

"Yes. Upper right drawer, you know." 

"Be right back." Lorra smiled as she stood. 

Dex had his cock back in Trinx's mouth within seconds. She tenderly took in his meat, feeling it hover between going limp and regaining its full stiffness. 

"MMMmmm..." He hummed at her efforts. "So, you are a call girl. Is that right?" 

Trinx hesitated, surprised at the question. She moaned in the affirmative, while nodding slightly. 

"You are too fucking gorgeous for that. If you don't mind me saying." 

She giggled as she let him out of her mouth, instead stroking him with her hand. "I can't imagine being offended by flattery, while I have your dick in my mouth. Thank you." 

Dex laughed. "You're welcome." 

"Got it!" Lorra adjusted the straps as she walked in, making sure it fit her hips properly. "Ready, Trinxie?" 

"No, that's for you." Dex told her. "This was your idea, so this is going to be your treat." 

"Ooh." She began to slip out of it, looking sheepish. "OK." 

Trinx began to stand, stopped by Dex's strong hand on her shoulder. He leaned over towards her and lowered his voice to a whisper. 

"I want to see what she looks like when getting properly fucked. Make her scream." 

She blinked at the words. There was a barely discernible trace of spite in his voice, while his eyes gleamed with anticipation. 

"Gladly." Trinx grinned, brushing the moment away. 

Lorra brought the now-detached strap-on to Trinx, its dildo swaying as it dangled. The two of them fit it onto the blonde, Lorra tightening it to the slightly narrower hips. They stood for a moment, anticipating instructions. 

"Pretend she's me." Dex told Lorra. "And suck that cock." 

Lorra looked between Dex and Trinx for a moment, then looked down. Trinx began to stroke the dildo, shrugging ever so slightly. The redhead sank to her knees and replaced Trinx's hand with her own. She stroked the thick, eight-inch phallus, working her wrist in small circles. Her eyes met Trinx's as she began to cautiously lap at the tip. 

Trinx gently caressed Lorra's hair, watching her performance. She knew that her roommate had a soft spot for her. Their tryst two nights beforehand may not have happened without a spat or some thoughtless comment by Dex, but there was no question that she cared deeply for him. She was not the type of woman to leap at the opportunity to lick a strap-on dildo as if it was an actual cock. She wasn't even the type to leap at the opportunity to lick an actual cock. Her affection for the man was undeniable, considering how she was experimenting with him. 

"The same way she experimented with me..." Trinx thought. 

Her mental stream diverted as she watched Lorra suck at the proxy prick. Lorra's emerald eyes peeked up through her ruby-shaded hair, her sense of awkwardness at the act impossible for her to hide entirely. Trinx played her part, pushing her hips forward and grunting as if she was Dex while he savored a blowjob. 

"That's so good..." Trinx said softly, "I love how you do that..." 

Lorra smiled slightly around the mass in her mouth, grateful for words that counterbalanced her lack of comfort. Trinx returned the expression, subtly glancing towards Dex. As he watched, he had stroked himself back to full hardness, and was now simply picking his moment to jump back in. 




Trinx Ch. 04



"You want this in you, love?" Trinx asked with a perfect blend of affection and assertiveness. 

"Yes, Dex...please..." Lorra was sinking into the game. She stroked the thick "cock" before her eyes, giving it another delicate kiss on the tip. 

Within moments, Trinx had Dex's girlfriend on her back and her legs spread wide. She knelt between Lorra's thighs, rubbing the strap-on against her soaked cooze. Dex gazed at them intently from his seat, his vantage point providing a view of Lorra's left side. 

"I'm so wet for you..." Lorra cooed, "Please, Sugardick..." 

Trinx suppressed a grin at the name, while Dex laughed softly. She prodded at Lorra's labia, watching them open readily. The dildo slipped inside, drawing a sharp gasp from its new host. 

"OH God..." Lorra arched her back, thrusting her breasts upward. They bounced before settling back against her chest. 

"You like that?" 

"I love it..." Lorra moaned, nodding. "Fuck me..." 

Trinx remained on her knees, using her leverage to stroke slowly but firmly into Lorra's willing pussy. She gripped Lorra's legs as she pumped into her. The view was nothing short of phenomenal; the expression of trepidation thinly veiled with lust on her delicate face, her magnificent tits bouncing back and forth with the impact, her neatly-trimmed cunt sucking at the fake dick. The possibilities of having chosen a different body sometimes rolled through her consciousness, and this was one of those times. What it must be like to take the dominant role, to get a beautiful woman like this to lay back and take a big, fat dick inside her...the sense of power must be as addictive as any drug. 

Lorra suddenly showed some initiative as she pulled at Trinx's arms. She took the hint, sliding down to press against her roommate. Their mounds pressed together firmly as Trinx accelerated her thrusts. 

"Yes...so good...ohh yesss..." Lorra moaned beneath her, crossing her high heels over her lover's lower back. 

Trinx hooked her hands around Lorra's shoulders, using them as an anchor. The feel of their flesh massaging each other's was heavenly. The blonde swung her hair to one side so that Dex could see her face. The two women kissed, Lorra's sharp grunts and groans being pushed past Trinx's lips. 

"Take me, Dex..." Lorra looked deeply into her eyes, seeming to be enjoying the game that he had set her into. "Fuck me..." 

"I might just be happy with letting her keep at you for a few hours." Dex chuckled. 

"You're a bastard." Lorra giggled. "I wouldn't be able to walk for a week." 

"I'm not worth it?" Trinx kissed along Lorra's ear. 

"Maybe..." 

The moist, wet sounds of Trinx plunging into Lorra's tight cunt filled the room, but were increasingly challenged for dominance by Lorra's cries of pleasure. 

"Oh, yeah." Dex observed haughtily, like an emperor on his throne. "Fuck her..." 

"Are you going to cum for me, love?" Trinx asked, her tone harsh with her efforts. 

"Yesss..." 

Lorra nuzzled her cheek against the side of Trinx's face that Dex couldn't see. Trinx flipped her hair over to the opposite direction, to get it out of her way. 

"Yesss..." Lorra half-whispered in her ear, her eyes closed with the force of the rapidly-building orgasm. "I think I'm...OHHhh Goddd..." 

"Yes, let it out...cum on that big cock..." Trinx moaned softly, kissing along Lorra's earlobe. 

"No...I mean..." Lorra's voice cracked sharply as she tried to force the words outward. "I think I'm falling..." 

Trinx's eyes widened. Her thrusts went out of rhythm for a moment, but recovered quickly. 

"I think I'm falling..." Lorra continued, "in love with you..." 

The body below Trinx suddenly jerked wildly. Lorra's back arched as her hands clamped onto Trinx's upper arms. Her wails ricocheted violently around the room as she thrashed on the floor. 

"Holy shit." Dex applauded softly as Lorra eased down from her peak. "That was an awesome sight." 

Trinx held the dildo steady inside Lorra, looking into Lorra's eyes as they slowly opened. Lorra smiled sweetly, breathing out sharply in post-coital bliss. Trinx had to imagine that the question was already written on her eyeballs, but she was afraid of ruining the moment. It wasn't even clear to her, yet, what she wanted the answer to be. It could be Dex, or her, or mostly the wine talking to either of them. Trinx shook the declaration of love out of her mind as best as she could, sure that she would soon find out if Lorra had been pretending to say the words to Dex. 

"Fuck her doggie-style." Dex helped to push the thought out of Trinx's head. 

"The bastard's trying to kill me!" Lorra snickered. 

"You've taken it before." 

"With a time limit!" 

"It's OK." Trinx whispered into her ear. "I think he'll let you suck him off again." 

"Oh, what good news." Lorra giggled. 

Trinx raised up, helping Lorra sit upright. Lorra arranged herself appropriately, looking over her shoulder with anticipation. 

"Come on, sugardick." Lorra smirked devilishly as she wiggled her hips. "Take what's yours." 

The blonde grinned as she easily slid the strap-on into her roommate. Lorra gasped at the first impact. 

"Ooh, that's good...take me..." 

Dex watched Lorra's breasts sway below her as she held herself on her hands and knees. Her mouth slackened as Trinx began to establish another firm, steady pace. 

Trinx focused on the lush derriere in front of her, and how the impacts seemed to send a ripple through her ample flesh. She set her hands upon Lorra's hips, using them to pull her even harder onto the impaling phallus. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she realized that Dex was no longer in his chair. Just as she turned, a chilly presence introduced itself at Trinx's own derriere. Dex's strong fingers gripped her right shoulder as Trinx's lunges came to a screeching halt. 

"You don't have to pretend to be me any longer." Dex's voice oozed into her ear. 

The lubricant that he'd slathered over his dick made Trinx shiver with its coolness. Dex certainly knew where to go, though, quickly working his cockhead into her asshole. He lunged in without hesitation, filling her with the bulk of his girth on the first stroke. 

"Ohhhh fuck..." Dex moaned. 

"OHHH fuck..." Trinx cried out. 

"OH FUCK!" Lorra screeched as she turned to see what was happening. 

"Keep at her." Dex told Trinx. "Make her cum, and I'll pull out." 

Trinx began to take Lorra again, working her hips back and forth as best as she could while wedged between the couple. She yanked at Lorra's hips, banging into her harder. The extra force made the redhead grunt and moan louder. 

"OH God...this is crazy..." Lorra managed a quick smile before another pulse of pleasure slapped it off of her face. 

With long, determined strokes, Dex shoved his thick rod up Trinx's ass. He wrapped an arm diagonally upward over her chest, his fingers reaching her shoulder. She rested her head back against him, closing her eyes tight as she felt her tunnel get reamed from behind. 

"Fuck me..." Trinx breathed out. "Fuck my tight little ass..." 

"Lorra won't let me do this..." Dex laughed softly. "It's so nice to get to know you better." 

"I'm glad to give you a happy birthday." Trinx moaned. 

"I can tell, love...I can tell how much you love this cock..." 

Trinx groaned agreeably, almost forgetting about Lorra for a moment. The redhead clawed at the carpet, pushing herself back against Trinx. She looked over her shoulder, biting her lip intensely. The signal was lost on Trinx, who still held her eyes closed while getting thoroughly drilled. 

"Yeah, take that cock...all the way..." Dex bounced his balls against Trinx, pummeling her backdoor with his merciless thrusts. "You live to get fucked like this." 

"Yessss..." Trinx suddenly felt her cunt swell from the friction of the strap-on, combined with the thick cock in her ass. "Cummmmming..." 

Lorra tensed up and screamed out. The screams and cries of the two women alternated as if arranged, each meeting the others' high and low points. They slowed as Trinx's hands eased their grip on Lorra's hips. The redhead eased forward, catching her breath as she rested on her belly. Dex gave a couple of more knocks on Trinx's backdoor before pulling out. Trinx felt her sphincter snap shut at the absence. 

Dex's hand slipped off of her shoulder and slithered back the way it had came. 

"I had thought that you might shoot your wad back there." Trinx giggled. 

"Close, angel. Lose the strap-on." 

Trinx unstrapped herself. Lorra flipped over and watched, curious as to what was next. 

"Do you want to cum again, love?" Dex asked her. 

"I think I can take a break." Lorra smiled. 

"That leaves you and me, Trinxie." 

The young blonde tossed the strap-on aside with a grin of her own. "I'm all yours." 

"That's right." 

Dex stood and pulled Trinx up from the floor. He kissed her violently, assaulting her tongue with his. Trinx moaned into it, feeling herself ready to finish the man off. 

"There's another thing no other girl's let me do." Dex said as he broke it off. 

"What's that?" 

Wordlessly, Dex flipped her over and settled her upper back onto the floor. Trinx squealed in shock, looking upwards. Her arms spread out behind her back, supporting the position instinctively, while her tits fell near her face. Dex lowered her left leg, while holding the right upward. He stepped over the left leg, aiming his cock downwards at her pussy. 

"Oh, yess..." Trinx breathed out, "Fuck me with that thick dick...do it..." 

Dex wasted no time, stuffing her full of his throbbing meat. Trinx coughed out a groan as the position pressed her downward, bending her spine. 

"OH yeah!" Trinx screamed, hoping to spur him on. "Fuck me! Pound me into the fucking floor! DO it!" 

"Oh my..." Lorra held her hand against her upper chest, watching the display. 

"That feels soooo good like that!" Dex blurted, dropping his hips with force. 

"Yess, harder...HARDER!" 

Trinx breathed faster as they fell into their rhythm, and it wasn't an act; even in the couple of minutes that he had been piledriving her, she already felt herself climbing to another summit. The slaps that Dex planted on her ass helped her along the way. 

"Fuck yeah, spank me...spank my ass like you mean it!" 

Dex slapped her asscheek harder. His breaths came along faster, while his eyes clenched shut sporadically. 

"Ohh yeah, is this pussy going to make you cum?" Trinx smiled broadly. "Are you going to paint my face? Shoot off on my titties? Anywhere you want, lover..." 

"Just like this..." Dex grunted loudly. "I want to feel that cunt sucking it out..." 

"Give it to me..." Trinx looked up at him with determination. 

She heard Lorra shift. It was awkward to look at her from the position, but Trinx tried. Lorra was watching them, smiling softly. She almost imperceptibly bit at her lower lip, though, while her eyes narrowed ever so subtly. As if she was happy, and yet unable to shake off a mild sense of jealousy. 

"But jealous of which one?" Trinx thought. 

Her musings were shattered as she felt herself approach the brink. Dex pounded her furiously, now lightly biting on the leg he had pulled upwards. Trinx reached one hand up and rubbed at her clit, instantly reaching the breaking point. 

"OH OH OHHHHHH YESSSSSSSS!" Trinx screamed, strumming at her clit with complete abandon. Her back straightened with her twat's explosion, pushing her upward towards Dex. 

"There it is, there it issss...yesssssss..." Dex practically growled as his balls emptied into Trinx's clutching cunt. 

Trinx squeezed herself around him, milking him dry. He quivered with each embrace as the walls of her tunnel stroked his sensitive shaft. 

"Ohhh ohh...Goddamnnn..." Dex moaned as he pulled his drenched, softening dick from her hole. 

He lowered Trinx onto her back, almost carelessly. She promptly got on her knees and tugged at Lorra's hand. They both stood, side-by-side and inches from Dex. 

"I hope you had a happy birthday." Trinx grinned pleasantly. 

"My best ever." Dex nodded. 

"So far!" Trinx added. "You never know what the future holds." 

"Thank you." Lorra said to her, her voice dripping with sincerity. 

"You are both so very welcome." 

Trinx gave Dex a kiss, followed with a much longer kiss for Lorra. The redhead smiled as it broke off. 

"You two enjoy the rest of your night." 

Trinx strode off to her room, paying no mind to the dress she had left behind. She did, however, peek back to see that the two of them were kissing softly, their naked bodies pressing together blissfully. 

A proud smirk adorned Trinx's face as she walked. In her career, however loosely she conceived that term for her situation, she had thought mostly of the payoff. The big catch that leaves a thousand credit tip and wants to see her again. Not a single dime went into Trinx's metaphorical pocket, yet she had never felt more pride in her work. 

She had made someone she cared about very happy, and that was undeniable success. 

***** 

July 3, 2089 

The mission is a failure. 

We landed today at 2 a.m. in this region's time zone. It was, technically, more crashing into the bay than landing. Joh'vekk and I both lacked the complete training that our team leader had, and we lost control while we were trying to get past what the Earthlings call their "radar" systems. 

It was hard to tell how much damage there was to the craft. As it sank, we could see the fuel seeping from a severed line, the tiny beads spreading as they sank at a slower rate of speed. From everything that the previous scout had said, there was no comparable substance on this planet. It also looked as if the rear stabilizing fixture was bent, which we would have to repair before trying to steer it up and out of the water. 

We did escape the area before any of their authorities found us. We took the form of what they call "dolphins" and swam towards the land. The glow of spotlights lit the surface of the water behind us, directly over the place where we had penetrated the surface of the water. I carried our airtight bag from a cord hooked around my tail, the only thing that we took from the craft when we ejected. 

When we reached the land, we found that there was nobody around, which allowed us to take our human forms. We quickly dried off with the towels that our workshop had created for us, and slipped into the shabby clothing that they had made as well. We looked like two old men who lived on the streets, the appearance which we had calculated as having the best odds of minimizing attention from citizens and authorities. The third set of clothes went into a trash can. Our communication portal went into my pocket. 

Joh'vekk had learned two languages in preparation; I had a crash course in one of the two, since I was a short-notice replacement. We came across a young man while walking, and Joh'vekk engaged him in conversation. The language that I had learned was foreign to him. He appeared not only confused, but actually alarmed that someone was speaking that language. Joh'vekk switched to the other language, the one they call "English", and the young man spoke back in it. 

They talked for a while, the young man occasionally seeming confused and yet willing to answer the questions posed to him. After leaving, Joh'vekk told me that the Elimination Wars had ended. People were no longer given free reign to murder each other in order to alleviate the massive overpopulation problem. We had arrived fourteen Earth days after the official end of the wars. 

We found one of the city's empty alleyways and talked, whispering so that anyone walking along the sidewalk wouldn't hear the alien language. 

Our world's plan was already in trouble; the entire idea relied on using the Elimination Wars to provide cover for the number of people we would have to kill. A hundred thousand humans to be replaced by a hundred thousand of my fellow Pa'darosk citizens. Nobody would have ever been alarmed at the number of cloaked figures breaking into homes during the night, as that seemed to be commonplace from everything that the previous scout had relayed before the reports suddenly stopped arriving. 

Joh'vekk told me to not panic. 

"I'm not panicked." I said, as calmly as possible. "I'm not looking forward to trying to get rescued from this place." 

"We're not going to try to get rescued. I'm not going back to Pa'der and getting blown up in a Bekjerine attack." 

"I don't think we're much safer now. They hunt visitors here." 

Joh'vekk shrugged it off. "We'll be fine. We're going to the contingency plan." 

"I wasn't told about a contingency plan." I was unable to disguise some mild panic in my voice. 

"You didn't need to know, as the junior member of the crew. Give me the portal." 

I looked at the outstretched hand before my eyes turned back to the old, bedraggled man that was the current form of my remaining teammate. 

"What is the plan?" 

"It begins with you handing me the portal. And that's an order." 

"From what I can see, our mission is over. I don't fall under you anymore." I covered my pocket defiantly, shielding the portal's access point. 

"The mission isn't over until I say so." 

"Then I NEED to know!" The harshly whispered word floated down the alleyway, making Joh'vekk cringe. 

"Jem'neesh..." He said softly. "We'll just restart the Elimination Wars." 

"How will we do that?" 

"We'll get reinforcements. They will take the place of the people who control the laws, and issue another decree of war." 

"Joh'vekk!" I said, as quietly as I could. "There is no king here. The planet is a republic. They have a council of over a hundred and fifty people! And you need a hundred of them to vote to issue that decree!" 

"I am aware of the political structure. We'll get a hundred put into place, and then start the wars again." 

I pondered for a moment. "So we'll kill a hundred thousand innocent people." 

"That was always the plan!" 

"This is different!" The anger in my voice was becoming more difficult to muzzle. "If they think they're overpopulated and they put their people into that danger, that's their responsibility. US making that decision for them is just murder!" 

"So you would rather have your own people die? How long do you think they can hold out against the Bekjerines?" 

"We can find another planet." 

Joh'vekk closed in on me. "This is the best option. By far. They have all of the comforts, and the least capacity of detecting us. Any other planet that can substitute for our own involves us killing its beings. Otherwise, there are no citizens for us to replace, and we could not blend in. Now give me the communication portal." 

"No." 

The word lingered in the air between us. 

"You want to abandon your people and live here? Like this?" Joh'vekk motioned at our attire. 

"Given that choice? Yes!" 

There was another pause as Joh'vekk looked into my eyes. "Then you are a traitor." 

I clutched at the opening of my pocket with one hand. When Joh'vekk reached for that hand, I swiftly punched the old human face that I saw before me. My feet were turned and in motion before I heard the body hit the pavement. 

"TRAITOR!" The sound of the non-human word barely seemed to be able to catch up with me, as quickly as I moved. Now, I've realized that any citizen here would have summoned authorities at the sight of an old man moving at such a pace. At that moment, I was only worried about Joh'vekk getting a grip on me. 




Trinx Ch. 04



The sound of a pair of humans shouting came from behind me, but they were too distant to be aimed in my direction. I don't know if they were for Joh'vekk or not. 

I don't know that I'll see Joh'vekk again. Or any of my former fellow citizens for the rest of my life. Perhaps it's better that way, since I've betrayed every single one of them. 

After a couple of "kilometers", I stopped. I rested in another alleyway, and that is where I've been this entire day. As soon as I was sure that nobody was around, I smashed the communication portal beyond recognition, using a large brick that was lying loose nearby. 

The language is new to me, but I think I've picked up on a few words just by listening to people already. Nobody seems eager to help me, but nobody wants to hurt me, either. 

That's all that a traitor can hope for. 

***** 

"Hey." 

The soft sound drew Trinx's baby blue eyes away from the computer screen, where she had just eviscerated her martial arts opponent. She paused the game. 

"Hey!" The blonde beamed at Lorra. 

She stood in the bedroom doorway, her hair beautifully mussed. Her favorite bathrobe opened enough to for others to see her glorious cleavage. 

"Do you have a minute?" 

Her serious tone alarmed Trinx. She pulled her slender legs off of the desk and shifted over to the bed. A wave of her hand prompted Lorra to sit next to her. 

"Is everything OK?" 

Lorra sighed. "Tell me the truth." 

"Of course." 

"How..." She cleared her throat, looking into Trinx's eyes. "How is...your anus?" 

Trinx burst out laughing, promptly followed by Lorra. 

"Oh, it's...it's not bad." Trinx said, finally. "But Jupiter has better nightclubs." 

Lorra blinked a few times before realizing. "Oh! Space travel jokes. Of course." 

They sat in silence for a moment, until Lorra sniggered. 

"Better nightclubs." She giggled and then turned serious. "Really, though. How are you?" 

"I'm wonderful. Why?" 

"Just wanted to check." Lorra shrugged. "Dex can be rough around the edges, like you said. I just hope he didn't put you off somehow. Or if the whole thing made you uncomfortable." 

"Not at all. You do remember what I do, right? Do you want me to tell you about the first guy that fucked my ass? He..." 

"No, NO!" Lorra put her fingers in her ears. "La la la la la laaaaa!" 

"You get my point?" Trinx laughed as she pulled Lorra's hands away from her head. 

"Yes, you've made your point." 

"Good." Trinx nodded. "So how about you?" 

"Me?" 

"Yes. Did last night complicate anything? Did he say anything strange to you afterwards? Something to show that maybe I went overboard, or gave him the wrong idea?" 

"No." Lorra pondered as she shook her head. "He was fine. Happy. It was a wonderful night, and I'm very grateful for it." 

"You're very welcome. Again." 

"And we're OK, right?" Lorra asked with the tone of an afterthought. "You and me?" 

"Always!" Trinx said, milliseconds before the ghost of Lorra's whispered words floated across her mind. 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes." Trinx nodded. "I can't imagine what could ever change that." 

Lorra wrapped her into a hug, the force of which Trinx gladly returned. 

***** 

"It's not possible." 

Her words seemed to hang like a thick fog around the two of them. The middle-aged woman rested her arms on the desk, each of her fingertips barely touching their respective twins. A gold placard which read "Harriet Bowles" sat in front of her. 

"Miss...LaVette, correct?" 

Trinx suppressed an eye-roll. The guest log was the only place that she ever used the name. 

"Yes." 

"We see this, sadly, too often. Francine..." 

"Had an excellent medical evaluation fifteen days ago." Trinx cut Harriet off." Her pulse was rock solid, her bloodwork showed no issues, and her blood pressure would have been more than healthy at your age." 

"That is...true." Harriet was impressed at the response. "But..." 

"Mrs. Bowles, listen to me." 

The woman grinned, tight-lipped, striving to be kind and yet growing weary of being interrupted. 

"I want your guest log checked. I want video checked. Something is NOT right with this!" 

"Miss LaVette, I do understand your concern. I check both the log and the videotape daily. I can assure you, with complete confidence, that everyone either signed in, or we had seen them sign in a hundred times already. We do not let random people wander in off of the streets." 

Trinx fidgeted, her fingers becoming as shaky as her voice. "Mrs. Bowles..." 

"Dear, I am sorry." It was Harriet's turn to interrupt. "But sometimes it is difficult to accept these things. As far as we've been able to tell, there was a coronary, and at her age...well, your grandmother simply passed on." 

***** 

To be continued...



Trinx Ch. 05



She didn't have to be there, she realized after ringing the bell. It's not as if he wouldn't understand. She had unequivocally and literally made him a fucking promise, though. And she told herself that a distraction might be useful, something to get her mind off of Frankie. Still, she was feeling emotionally drained, and being in good spirits had always been important to... 

Her inner debate was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. The figure of the tall man filled the doorway, his chiseled features coming fully into view as he leaned slightly outward. 

She cleared her throat. "Professor K?" 

Rick smirked at the hint of the game to be played. Trinx was dressed as any average young woman, but her hostile pose and tone served as her costume. 

"Yes?" 

"We need to talk about my grade." 

"Oh, do we now?" Rick mimicked the young blonde's petulant pose. 

"Yes, we do. Is this a bad time or something?" 

"No." Rick smiled affably. "Come on in." 

Rick led her to a small office, suitable for the scenario that Trinx had chosen. She quickly dropped into what was clearly Rick's chair, looking around lazily. Grinning subtly, Rick settled into a smaller seat. 

"So, professor...you didn't like my paper?" 

"I loved the paper. It was brilliant." 

Trinx pushed her head forward and narrowed her eyes. "And?" 

"And you didn't write it." 

"Of course I did." 

"No." Rick shook his head. "It's too good. Far too good for a girl who spends the entire class whispering to her friend about which guy she wants to fuck." 

"You...I don't do that!" 

"You don't think I see the two of you? The way you gawk and giggle at everything in a pair of pants? Please." 

"That doesn't mean I don't pay attention in class, professor. I know the material." 

Rick leaned forward. "What is the Fertility Doctrine?" 

"It's..." Trinx cleared her throat. "It's what makes it so every child born in the world is injected with a formula which will neutralize their sperm or eggs. When two people get married, then they can apply to have the process reversed." 

"Not bad." Rick shrugged. "When was it established?" 

She blinked. "2050." 

"It was 2051." 

"Well, that's close!" 

"It is." Rick pondered for a moment. "I'll give you another chance. Who wrote the essays which ultimately started the Elimination Wars?" 

Trinx blinked. "It was..." 

"Surely you can remember." 

She sighed. "I can't remember the name." 

"It's in your paper." 

"Well, I forget right now. But I was paying attention." 

Rick smirked. "Then you would have known that there weren't any essays. They were webcasts." 

"So I forgot that, too..." 

"Who wrote the paper?" Rick shot out. 

"I did." 

"It wasn't Kevin?" 

Trinx shifted in her seat. "No." 

"Because he seems to want to get into your panties. And his usually stellar work was replaced by an overdue, clearly-rushed piece of mediocrity." Rick said, before shifting to a tone of facetious theorizing. "Almost as if he gave his essay to someone, and then had to write a new one at the last minute." 

"Maybe he just..." 

"What did you do for him? Tease him? Plant little fantasies for him to stroke off to?" 

"I didn't..." 

He raised his voice slightly. "I could just get you kicked out of the university. Failing you on your essay was a favor, so you should probably pay me back by being honest at this point." 

Trinx sighed. "I...did something for him. OK?" 

"What did you do?" 

"Just...a favor." 

"What kind of favor?" 

"What kind of pervert would ask?" She snarled. 

"Oh, so I'm a pervert, but it's fine for you to spread your legs for a good essay." Rick chuckled. "Technically, I believe that makes you a prostitute." 

"Fuck you. I didn't give him that." 

"What was it?" 

Trinx snarled. "It was a blowjob. Happy now? I sucked his cock, if you need to get off by hearing those words." 

"That's much better. So, do you still want to whine about your grade?" 

"No. You win, OK? Thanks for your fucking time." Trinx stood and started to walk out. 

She was back on her buttocks in an instant, with Rick holding her down against the chair. 

"What the..." She gasped. 

"I'm not even done playing." 

"What...what do you want?" Trinx eyed him cautiously. 

"We're going to talk about reparation, now. I'm letting you off with the zero on the essay. What are you going to do for me?" 

"I'll bake you a fucking cake." 

Rick shifted his hand to her cheek, stroking it. Trinx jerked away, which took her greatest effort at acting. 

"I think you can do more than that." 

"What, you want to stick your pathetic little dick in me?" 

He laughed. "What makes you think it's little?" 

"Aren't they all? Big brain, little cock. Like Kevin, felt like I was sucking on a gumdrop for two minutes." 

"Aww, how sad that he wasn't enough to meet your cocksucking standard." Rick snickered. 

"You think you're enough?" 

"I'm willing to wager. But you won't know unless you ask very nicely." 

Trinx guffawed. "Or I'll just walk out of here and leave you to jerk off." 

"And what would your daddy say when you got kicked out for academic fraud? No more allowance, free cars or off-campus rent." 

"How...how do you..." 

"I know everything about you, whore." Rick's hand slide to her neck, holding her throat lightly. "I thought you would drop by here today, even, and ready to blow me to get a better grade. Because I know that I'm one of the guys you talk about fucking." 

The blonde snorted. "Please. As if..." 

"Truth." Rick said simply as he tightened his grip. 

"OK..." Trinx gasped. "I have thought about it. You're sort of cute...for an older guy." 

"I'm touched. Now convince me to allow you to suck my fat fucking cock." 

Her eyes went wide. "What?" 

"Convince me." 

Trinx sighed. "Please. Please let me..." 

"Say it." 

"Please let me suck your cock..." 

Rick paused. "Say it like you mean it." 

"Please...I can't stop thinking about it...taking your fat prick in my mouth...please let me suck it...let me please you..." 

Trinx gently cupped Rick's crotch, feeling his swelling manhood through the fabric of his pants. Her eyes gazed pleadingly up at him, while his fingers flexed on her throat. 

"If you want it that badly..." 

Rick slid his hand off of her neck up to her head, stroking her hair softly. Trinx leaned forward in her chair as she released him from his pants. His enormous shaft slapped her square on the forehead, making her cry out in mock surprise. Her hand gripped it quickly, half from a sense of safety and half from raw lust. The warmth of it soothed her hand just as much as her touch pleased him. 

"Professor!" She giggled. "Can sincerity be retroactive?" 

"For you, yes." Rick grinned. 

Trinx tasted the underside of his meat, pressing it against her tongue as she slid upwards. 

"Oh my God. I really am not going to be able to stop thinking about this cock!" 

"Bigger than you expected?" 

"Yes!" Trinx smiled sheepishly as she kissed the tip. "And I'm sorry that I insulted it." 

She sucked at the head at first, leaning forward in her chair to keep it within range. Rick ran his fingers along and through her hair, appreciating the sight of the beauty servicing him. Trinx looked up at him as she started slurping at the first few inches, her eyes gleaming with decadent delight. 

"That's good...that's a good girl." 

Trinx mumbled in gratitude at the words. She gripped the base with one hand and downed the rest with her mouth, twisting her head as she pulled it back. Suddenly she felt it moving away from her, forcing her to lean forward more to keep it in her mouth. She looked down to see that he had stepped back. 

"Keep it in your mouth." Rick said with a cautionary tone. 

She grunted an affirmative. He moved back more, pulling her off of the chair completely and onto her knees. 

"We're moving to my bedroom. But you love sucking that cock so much, you don't want to let it go in order to walk. Right?" 

Trinx nodded. She shuffled on her knees as Rick slowly walked backwards, keeping his massive rod between her lips. They exited the office and turned to travel down the hallway. Trinx could only imagine how comical it must look to watch her wobbling on her knees. They passed three doors, each of which she had wished was the bedroom. Finally, Rick opened a door and led her to a bed, where he pulled his pants further down and eased himself onto the huge mattress. 

"MMmmm..." Trinx moaned in relief. She wrapped her arms around his lower back and took him deeper, opening up her throat to his length and girth. 

"Unbelievable..." Rick grunted, holding her head with more force. "You've done this a lot." 

She let out a muffled "yes" as she continued to swallow his schlong. He pulled her head further in, making her eyes widen briefly. 

"Yeah, you can take it..." 

"MMm-hmmm..." She hummed around him. Her hand went to his and helped him push, speeding up his efforts. 

"Oh, God..." Rick groaned softly while his hips bucked forward on their own. 

Trinx looked up at him as he face-fucked her. Her hair swung back and forth along the sides of her face as he force-fed her his rod. Rick looked back at her, his eyes unable to resist straying downward to her smooth lips and suctioning cheeks. The wet, spluttering sounds of his penetration filled his ears, accelerating his climb towards release. She gobbled him furiously, feeling his cock throb in her throat. It was easy to tell from his breaths and racing pulse that he was close to... 

"How about this?" Rick suddenly pulled her head back by her hair, yanking her off of him completely. The massive piece of dickmeat pulsed before her eyes. 

"H-how about what?" 

"Right now, you're looking at a zero on the paper. Remember?" 

She nodded. 

"If I can give you a little history lesson here, I'll let you trade papers with Kevin. He can get his "A", and you can get the "C minus" that his second paper deserved. I don't see why he should suffer because you took advantage of his deep appreciation for a sweet piece of ass." 

"Well, OK." Trinx shrugged. "What did you have in mind?" 

Rick let go of the girl, letting her squat on her knees. He pulled off his shoes, socks and pants completely, so that he could walk. Trinx watched as he pulled a band of black cloth out of a dresser drawer. 

"Strip." He said plainly, examining the band of cloth. 

"Um...sure." Trinx slipped out of her clothes as Rick pulled his shirt off, soon leaving both of them naked. 

Rick knelt behind her and swung the material over her eyes. She gasped at her sudden blindness as he pulled it taut and tied it behind her head. 

"Oh, shit." Trinx laughed nervously. "What are you doing, Professor?" 

"Just wait." 

He stood and pulled her to her feet. Following the feel of his hand in hers, he led her over to the far wall. She remembered what it looked like from when she first came into the room. It was gray and sectioned off into a dozen squares. There hadn't seemed to be anything to see, but that is where she knew that Rick had left her standing. 

Rick walked over to the corner and opened up a panel, unhesitatingly pressing a button. Trinx heard a smooth and yet distinctly mechanical sound from overhead, as if something was being lowered down to her. She held her hands low in front of her while her fingers fidgeted. 

"Do you know what a pillory is?" 

Trinx cocked her head. "Um...no." 

"It's something that was used for punishment hundreds of years ago. Primarily in what was known as England, before the unified world government went into effect." 

"I see." Trinx listened to the soft sound of his feet approaching. "So to speak. Am I going to get punished with it?" 

"Very much so." 

Rick took her right hand and put it out in front of her at chest level. Trinx felt it rest against something which curved down and then back up, like the inside of half of a hole. He did the same for the left hand, letting it rest inside the wooden semicircle. Finally, he pulled her head forward and down, so that her neck was aligned with her wrists. Trinx swallowed as she felt the hard surface against her throat. 

"Don't move." He instructed her firmly. 

"Um, alri..." 

Trinx was cut off by the sound of the wood against wood. Vibrations rattled through her at the impact of it. Instinctively, she tried to pull back, finding her head and both hands trapped in the device. 

"This is the pillory." Rick intoned in his most educational voice. "Uncomfortable, I've heard." 

"A little!" 

"Normally, the punishment would last for a few hours. You can imagine that you might be a little sore from standing like this." 

"I imagine so." Trinx tried to nod, only succeeding in bumping her head mildly against the pillory. 

"This is actually a little lower than the typical pillory, but then you won't be in it for as long as a few hours." 

"That's g...OOH!" 

Trinx had been interrupted by Rick's strong hand slapping her right asscheek. She found her voice again. 

"So this was...for spanking?" 

"Whipping, sometimes. And where do you imagine something like this would be set up?" 

"Um...in a courthouse?" 

"More likely to be in front of a courthouse." Rick chuckled. "Because the whole idea is for people to see you." 

Suddenly, Rick ripped the blindfold away. Trinx found herself looking through a window at a thirty-something man with a young boy by his side. They laughed as they looked back at her, making funny faces all the while. 

"AHHH! What the...??" Trinx again tried in vain to recoil. 

"It's not real." Rick laughed softly. "It's a video wall. There's a funhouse mirror out by the street, and this is filmed from behind it." 

Trinx blinked. She'd walked past that mirror, she recalled. A couple of months previously, if that. Perhaps he was watching then, putting some other girl through this... 

"But you will imagine being in the public square for everyone to see your punishment. You would probably have a sign hanging from the pillory which said "plagiarist" or something of the sort, to inform everyone of your crime. And, usually, they would laugh and throw things such as rotten food or mud at you." 

"Lovely." 

"But for you..." Rick gave her left asscheek a hearty smack as he walked behind her. "I have something more gratifying in mind." 

Trinx gasped as she felt his spongy cockhead press against her cunt. "You're going to fuck me in public?" 

"Do you imagine that you'll try to get someone else to do your work again?" 

"No. No, absolutely not!" 

"Then the punishment must be effective." Rick sank himself into her warm, wet embrace. 

"Oh, GOD!" Trinx grunted. "That is too big..." 

"I think you can handle it. The crowd might wonder how many other big dicks you've taken, though, since you can take this one." 

Trinx looked out at the display in front of her, where a middle-aged woman now appeared to be laughing at her. 

"Tell them you love it." 

"Oh, I love it..." 

"Louder." Rick pushed himself deeper inside of her. 

"OOOH...I LOVE it! I love getting fucked by a big cock!" 

"That's what the pillory was all about. Humiliation. Being put on display for everyone to see you, powerless to move or fight back against anything done to you..." 

Rick spanked her from his right side, making Trinx cry out. 

"You like that?" 

"Yes!" Trinx spat out. "Spank my ass...do anything you want!" 

He slapped her firm derriere in concert with his outward strokes, providing his hands room to maneuver. Trinx grunted and wiggled her hips at the rhythmic impacts. She continued to watch her audience, imagining being manhandled this way within sight of everyone. Rick watched her toned asscheeks ripple with the strike of his palm against them, while his long shaft drove into her cunt without mercy. Her pussylips sucked at his rod whenever it pulled away from her core, as if it never wanted to let it go. The sight made his pulse race. 

"OHhhh my God..." Trinx groaned loudly. "You are going to make me cum so hard..." 

Rick slowed his pace to a crawl. She strained in a fruitless effort to push back towards him. 

"What are you doing??" 

"Tell the crowd what you did, and I'll let you cum." Rick slipped back into her a few inches with an excruciating lack of speed. 

"I'm doing my punishment...now fuck me...come on!" 

"I might just leave you here, on the brink...wishing that some other man will get up here and get you off..." 

"Pleeeease..." Trinx whimpered, genuinely desperate for release. 

"Confess to the crowd." 

"Fine! I was wrong!" Trinx cried out. "I turned in someone else's paper..." 

"How did you get their paper?" 

"He gave it to me...come on, now...feed me that big cock..." Trinx nearly growled with desire. 

"Oh, he just gave it to you, for nothing? The way you expect me to give you cock for nothing?" Rick chuckled, deeply enjoying his control. 

"I sucked his dick! Happy? I swallowed a guy's load so he'd give me his paper!" 

Rick suddenly drove into her, deep and firm in his efforts. Trinx gasped. 

"Yes, that's it...let me cum...I need it..." 

"Scream for the crowd...show them what a dick-hungry whore you are..." 

"Yessss...I will..." Trinx began to lose herself in her approaching orgasm. 

She felt his hand on her head, and her hair fell into his grip within a moment. Rick pulled, pressing the back of her skull against the pillory. 

"OH, YESSS!" She screamed at the sensation. "Take me...fuck me...HARDER!" 

Rick's engorged cock sawed in and out faster and more forcefully, slick with Trinx's pussy juice. His hand yanked harder at her hair, pushing her over the brink. 

"OH, fuck fuck FUCK! CUMMMMMmmmminggGGGG!" Trinx's voice rolled in waves as she was overtaken with ecstasy. Her body bucked and quivered as her cries erupted from her throat. 

His lunges into her remained constant as he felt himself close to his own explosion. Trinx fell into a zone where she was no longer in climax, and yet was nowhere near her starting point. Her cunt maintained its efforts at clutching at the invading mass of cockmeat. 

"Ahhhh YES! Take that fucking load...OHH YESSSSsssssss..." Rick's guttural growl overpowered Trinx's waning cries of bliss. 

He watched the few inches of shaft near the base pulse and throb as the rest of it remained lodged deep in the nubile blonde's pussy. Trinx surprised herself by cumming again, spurred by the feel of being filled by one blast of hot spunk after another. 

Her eyes closed with the force of it. She felt her hair released, and the dick that had gone so deeply into her retreat inch by inch. As she was left on her own, she felt her knees buckle. The weight of her body fell to her neck, making her choke for a moment before Rick lifted her hips upward. He flipped a latch on the pillory, prompting the upper section to swing up at a ninety-degree angle. 

"Are you alright?" Rick asked as he set her body upright. 

Trinx swayed for a moment, laughing softly. "Wow. Yes. That was a little overwhelming." 

Rick led her back to the bed, placing a guiding and comforting hand on her lower back. He sat her down, taking a spot next to her. 

"I hope I wasn't too hard on you." 

"No, you were wonderful. I needed..." Trinx cleared her throat. "I needed to get out of myself for a bit, I guess." 

"What's wrong?" The words were as unexpected as they were sincere, two qualities which were inextricably connected in her line of work. 

"Nothing." She smiled. "You're quite the kinky devil, aren't you? I don't see too many people mount something like that in their homes." 

"That was actually here when I bought the place." 

Trinx tittered. "Liar." 

"No, the realtor didn't even know about it. It was a surprise for me as well." Rick smirked wickedly. "I'll admit that you aren't the first naughty girl to get put on display, though." 




Trinx Ch. 05



"I imagined so." 

"And I'll put you back in it if you don't tell me what's wrong." 

Trinx hesitated. "You don't need to worry about me." 

"I think I do." 

She sighed. "I don't want to ruin the mood." 

"Please." 

"Alright." She inhaled and let it go gradually. "My grandmother passed on." 

"Trinx." Rick wrapped his muscled arm around her back and shoulder, pulling her against him. "I am so sorry to hear that. You didn't have to come here today. I would have understood." 

"I know." Her head rested on his shoulder. 

He could feel a narrow, wet trail being blazed down his chest. Trinx sniffled and wiped her eye. 

"I know I like to play rough." Rick caressed the hair that he had been yanking on only a few minutes previously. "But I want you to know that you can always come to me if you need anything." 

"Thank you." 

"Do you? Need anything, I mean?" 

Trinx smiled as she pulled herself slightly away. "A kiss would be nice." 

Rick gladly granted the request, fully balancing out his previous toughness with his remarkably tender touch. 

***** 

The viewing area was mostly empty. But not empty enough. 

Trinx saw the couple in the front row as she came in through the back. The casket rested in the middle, between the two sections of chairs which split the room. She walked slowly towards it, nervously adjusting her long, black skirt as she went along the aisle. 

Their eyes turned her way as she passed; she kept hers fixed on the mahogany coffin. As she neared it, she saw Francine resting within its white, cushioned walls. Her smile was set less broadly than she normally saw it, but her content appearance set Trinx slightly at ease. 

"How...dare...you?" 

The horrified, near-breathless query drained every ounce of comfort from her body. She knew who it was, even without looking at her or before hearing the voice. The vague hope that she could have entered the room without this confrontation seemed foolish, the result of an overwhelming need to see Frankie one more time. 

"How DARE you??" 

The woman's breath had returned to her in full. Trinx turned. She had stood up from her seat in the front row, her hands clenching periodically. Her blond, slightly graying hair, blue eyes and moderately-thickened version of her own form would have told Trinx who it was, even if the situation didn't make it clear by itself. The chubby, balding man next to her remained in his seat. He looked at her with shock as well, but without the woman's air of loathing. 

Trinx inhaled sharply, holding the edge of the casket as if for stability. "Hello, mother." 

"How dare you show your face here??" 

"Jesus...she looks exactly the same." The man said. 

"I've aged on the inside." Trinx said quietly. 

"Tricia, look at her!" 

"Hush up, Lou." She approached Trinx, slowly. "After you've disgraced this family's name...you dare to show yourself here?" 

"I had to see Frankie." 

"Why? What do you care?" Tricia stopped a few feet from her daughter, trembling with outrage. "How do you even know about this?" 

Trinx began to take in some of the mother's energy, narrowing her eyes at her. "Who do you think paid for her home? It wasn't you." 

Tricia crossed her arms. "My father's estate." 

"Really? That's what you told yourself, so you would feel better?" 

"How could you have paid for her stay?" Tricia asked incredulously. 

Trinx exhaled sharply. "I sucked a ton of cocks. Is that what you wanted to hear?" 

She didn't even see it coming. The slap threw Trinx's head towards the coffin and made her knees buckle. Trinx looked up, through the blond strands that had been sent flying in front of her face. 

"You vile slut." Tricia seethed. "You haven't changed at all." 

Trinx's eyes shifted to Lou. His eyes were on her as well, but they wandered south of her face. The man was detached; he seemed uninterested in either taking his wife's side or defending his stepdaughter. The vision of the young hooker turning sour at the mention of the word "mother" captured her consciousness, and the picture came into horrifying focus. 

"He raped her..." Trinx whispered. 

"What?" Tricia leaned in. 

"He raped me." Her tone was rich in revelation. 

"You bitch." Lou stood. "You wanted it. You begged me for it!" 

"We've heard all your lies." Tricia added. "I've forgiven Lou. I might think about forgiving you when you tell the truth." 

Trinx finally brought herself back to a fully standing position. "He...raped...me..." 

"You are a lying, filthy whore." The older woman held her ground, speaking as if she hadn't heard a word. 

The young blonde paused. It wasn't even her, which Trinx had seemed to have forgotten. This woman's daughter had died years ago at the hand of a vicious pimp. She could merely imagine how the real Trinx must have left home, after being violated by one parent and disavowed by the other. 

But the troubles of the original Trinx were long over. As were any worries that Frankie had. Still, the thought of tearing the two of them to pieces overwhelmed her mind. For a fraction of a second, her mind dwelled on the alien creature's claws and razor-like teeth... 

"No." Trinx shook her head. 

"Yes, you are!" The girl's mother insisted. "Now go away. And don't show your whore face to us ever again." 

Trinx started to turn, stopping before her hand left the casket. She swiveled back to the mother. 

"You betrayed your own daughter." Her voice cracked subtly. "And for what? So you wouldn't be alone? Because you thought you couldn't find anyone else to FUCK you?" 

"You..." Tricia sputtered impotently, her face flushed. 

She swung her hand towards Trinx, who saw it coming this time around. Tricia's arm was blocked, and her head spun violently as Trinx backhanded her with her full force. The middle-aged woman twirled gracelessly and landed face-down on the carpeted floor. Silence enveloped the room for several seconds, after the echo of the thud had faded away. 

"Jeeezus!" Lou got up and ran to kneel by his wife. He held her wrist, looking at Trinx with wild hostility. The younger woman breathed heavily. 

"Is she alive?" Trinx asked without concern. 

"Yeah." Lou stood, threatening Trinx with a motion towards her. 

Trinx's hand gripped his throat in the blink of an eye. She imagined that if she wanted to turn into the rokkrath, the claws would grow directly into his neck. Lou's eyes dilated, staring at the girl with disbelief. 

"I could kill you right now." Trinx said softly. 

Lou nodded, believing at least that much. 

"Your stepdaughter is dead. That's how you need to think about this. And you know...you know goddamn full well...what you did to her." 

Hesitantly, Lou repeated the motion. 

"I'm going to let you live with that." 

Trinx shoved the man, sending him onto his back next to his unconscious wife. He looked up, cautiously, as if she might change her mind and come his way. 

She looked at Frankie once more, straightening her hair and silently struggling to regain her composure. As she leaned down slightly, she felt her eyes begin to dampen. 

"I am sorry." Trinx whispered. 

Moments later, she was gone. 

***** 

The daylight had burned away as she had gazed out at the water. Her mind desperately tried to turn to positive thoughts, which became something of an epic battle between two halves of her brain. 

"I don't have to pay her bill any longer. Now, I can find other work." Her optimistic side said. 

"Not without identification." The pessimistic part of her replied. 

"Then I can save up and get some identification." 

"If you don't get caught and executed in the street, alien..." 

And so on, and so forth. She thought of Beau, more than once, wondering if he could ever want her outside of her professional capacity. Or Rick. A thousand men had told her that they could help her, and none had ever followed through. 

***** 

The parade of thoughts followed its bandleader off of the surface-bus as she began the final leg of her trip back home. Her apartment building's canopy was a clear sight even a full block away. The thought of getting home, out of her stuffy clothes and into a hot bath was already soothing... 

"Well, hello!" 

The voice made her gasp. Her feet stopped on their own, knowing that they had little choice. She turned to see the man pull up at his belt, as if it would magically rise and cover his gut. 

"Detective..." Her voice limped out of her mouth. 

"My very favorite whore." Jellico strode towards Trinx, smirking. One hand lazily reached into his gray suit jacket's pocket, while the other flicked a cigarette off into the street. 

"Look...not today..." 

"Nice outfit. Role-playing for one of your clients?" 

"No." Trinx tried not to roll her eyes too dramatically. "I was at..." 

"I know where you were." 

The interruption alarmed her. "You do?" 

"You made the blotter." Jellico said, his tone fitting for telling her that she had won a raffle prize. He pulled a small electronic device out of his pocket and tapped the screen. 

"Oh, no..." Trinx breathed out. 

"LaVette, Trinx." Jellico spoke into the device as he looked at it. "There it is. Assault at a funeral parlor. We don't get that one every day." 

"I did not..." Trinx felt her pulse increase. "She swung at me!" 

"Yeah, yeah. I saw the video." 

"Then you know! She..." 

"I do know..." Jellico pocketed the device as he cut her off, "that I could make a very compelling argument to her on why she should drop the charges. And I also know that it's my sworn duty to bring your sweet little ass in, now that I have you in front of me." 

Trinx brushed her hair back as she brought her hand over her forehead. "Fine. Let's go." 

She started to lead him towards the alleyway, but he pulled her back. Her eyes were full of curiosity as they met his. 

"I've got a room, this time. And a friend who would absolutely love to make your acquaintance." 

***** 

Jellico's friend happened to be balls-deep in another hooker when they entered. The man was roughly thirty years old, brown-haired and fairly average from everything that she could see. The hooker bucked and writhed as if not every part of him was average, though. 

Trinx recognized the woman in a vague sort of way. She had seen her walking the area once or twice, thinking that she could probably do better than picking up men from the street. What she normally saw as finely-coiffed, raven-shaded hair was now a moist mess. Her ample breasts hung below her as she was bent over the back of the couch, getting plowed without mercy. 

It wasn't the introductory sight that Trinx found jarring; an audience of ten men stood in a loosely-formed circle around the hotel suite, all of them naked and displaying their readiness to prove their sexual potency. 

"Oh, no..." Trinx took a step back towards the door, only to be met with Jellico's hand on the small of her back. 

"It's just a bachelor party. I'm sure you've done one or two." 

"I don't do this sort of thing. I'm a call girl, not a party favor." 

Jellico scoffed. "A whore's a whore." 

Trinx's blue eyes blazed, but she remained silent. 

"It sounds to me like the lucky guy's about to pop his nut." Jellico said, plainly. "You're going to get him hard and let him have at you, since he's the guest of honor here. Then you belong to the room. Got it?" 

"You filthy..." 

Trinx was cut off as Jellico violently pushed her forward. She skidded on her knees until she hit the carpeted area, at which point she fell onto her face. The man who was pounding the hooker turned and looked at her in surprise, just as he began his climax. He pulled out and shot high-arching streams of cum all over the woman's ass and back, grunting loudly. 

Applause and cat-calls filled the room, and it was difficult for Trinx to tell if it was for her humiliating entrance or for the paint job that the hooker had just received. 

"Holy shit." The man stroked himself to ensure that he had nothing more to give the woman before kneeling down by the new guest. "And who are you?" 

"Trinx." She said with a beautifully-faked smile, pushing herself up onto her knees. "And you?" 

"Jimmy." He held his hand out, shaking her hand cordially. "You're a friend of Milo's?" 

Jimmy had nodded towards Jellico. 

"We go way back." Trinx smiled cryptically. 

"Well, any friend of Milo's is certainly a friend of mine." Jimmy smirked. "Let's have someone take your jacket for you." 

One of the naked men grabbed her black suit jacket and pulled it off of her within seconds. Trinx gasped at the efficiency of the movement; it was as if this was something they did on a daily basis. Another nameless man ripped her navy blue blouse open from behind, exposing her breasts. 

"Gorgeous." Jimmy grinned appreciatively. 

Trinx was on the verge of telling them to ease up, when she heard the woman make a muffled cry. One man had stuffed her mouth with his notably thick rod, while another was pushing his way into her puckerhole. The man inserting himself into her ass had her arms crossed behind her and was using them for leverage. The concept of gentleness was clearly unwelcome here. 

"Jimmy...I hate to ruin your party, but this really isn't my kind..." 

His hand crossed her face almost instantly. The smile on his face was gone in half that time. 

"You're not going anywhere, whore. Are we going to have a problem with that?" 

"Jimmy..." Trinx's voice cracked softly. "Please..." 

Another slap sent her onto her back. The room twirled briefly as she oriented herself. Out of the corners of her eyes, she could see the two men who had begun to strip her down. The sounds of the nameless hooker getting savagely reamed and face-fucked nearby rattled on her eardrums. 

Trinx felt herself snap. 

Closing her eyes, she pictured the creature. The claws and teeth all but sparkled in her imagination as she concentrated on taking its form. Thoughts of the ramifications were washed from her consciousness. If she had to hide as an old homeless man again for a while, so be it. If she had to leave the city and find another place to start anew, fine. She briefly considered that she might have to get rid of the hooker, just because she would be a witness to her species of visitor. As much as she sympathized with the black-haired working girl, Trinx was putting herself first. This day was not going to end with getting gang-banged by... 

Trinx's thoughts were cut off by the sound. Not of people panicking or stumbling over themselves to escape, but of laughter. Her breath froze in midstream within her throat. There had to be some reaction to the metamorphosis; she listened intently, and in vain, for their collective song of horror. 

She could have never imagined that the sound of the absence of screaming could be so alarming. 

"Are you going to cry?" Jimmy chuckled cruelly. 

She opened her eyes. Her fingers were still fingers, the nails reddened only by polish and not human blood; her skin was as smooth and flesh-toned as it was before she thought of changing her form. 

"Oh my God..." Trinx gasped aloud. 

"Just relax and go with it." Jimmy said as he kneeled over her head with his thick, now-throbbing cock aimed towards her mouth. "And we're all going to have a good time tonight." 

***** 

"Is that you, love?" Lorra's melodic voice followed the squeak of the entrance door's hinge. 

"Yes." Trinx said numbly. 

"I was starting to worry. I figured you were someplace thinking about Frankie for a while, but it's so late n..." 

Lorra gasped as she came into Trinx's view. The young blonde's hair was mussed and her clothes rumpled. Her blouse was still open, creating a narrow window of flesh in the middle. Subtly reddened cheeks became the resting place for the streaks of her mascara. Their eyes locked as Trinx shut the door behind her. 

"Jesus humping Christ..." Lorra quickly went to her, instantly gripping her into a firm embrace. "What happened to you?" 

Trinx simply returned the hug and pressed her face against the redhead's shoulder. 

***** 

Lorra sat patiently on the tiled floor as Trinx soaked in the hot bath. Occasionally, she would glance Trinx's way, gently reminding her that her closest friend was waiting to hear her speak. 

"How are you and Dex?" Trinx offered. 

"Great." Lorra smiled softly. "I was worried that there might be some tension after that birthday present, but we're better than ever." 

"I'm very happy to hear that." She smiled sincerely, yet weakly. 

Lorra nodded and promptly proceeded to wait further. She glanced over at her roommate again, leaning her head against the wall. 

"It was Jellico." Trinx finally muttered. 

"I thought it might be." Lorra sighed. "I've never seen you come back this rough, though." 

"Apparently, he has friends. That never occurred to me as a possibility." 

"Trinxie..." Lorra stroked Trinx's drenched hair lightly. "I am so sorry. Can I do anything? Shoulder rub? Make you a gin and tonic? Find the motherfucker and hang him with his own entrails?" 

The blonde snickered briefly. "All of those sound wonderful." 

"I'll get right on that." Lorra smiled. 

Trinx paused. "There's something else. Something worse." 

"Worse than Jellico and his friends?" 

She nodded. "I can't...I can't change." 

"I don't want you to change." 

"I mean...my form." 

Lorra's eyes widened with sudden understanding. "What?" 

"I can't. I tried. I tried a hundred times while those men..." Trinx closed her eyes. 

"Don't think about that." Lorra caressed Trinx's shoulders. 

Trinx breathed deeply. "Right. But...I just don't know what's happened to me." 

Lorra pondered. "Does it ever...go away if you spend too much time in one form?" 

"No." Trinx responded immediately. "Nar'freth, one of our people's heroes, spent what you would think of as thirty years as a Bekjerine. That wasn't an issue when the mission ended." 

"Hmm." Lorra thought, then realized. "I just realized something. I've never asked you what your actual name is." 

Trinx shook her head. "It's awful." 

"Awful? That is an unfortunate name." Lorra grinned at the mere hope of making her smile. 

A slim smirk crept over Trinx's face. "You're a twit. And nobody needs to know my name." 

"I think I do. I'll still call you 'Trinx', of course." 

Trinx sighed as she looked at her roommate. Even while she enjoyed showing off her alien abilities for Lorra's amusement, she wanted to maintain her sense of belonging as much as possible. Thinking of herself as 'Trinx' was the bare minimum in that regard; it was the last stronghold in her inner battle to be seen as human. 

But Lorra thought that this might be a good time for her friend to feel a little less human, to be separated from those who had displayed the most atrocious aspects of their race on that particular day. Trinx smiled subtly at that realization. 

"Alright. My name is Jem'neesh." The 'j' was soft, almost to the point of becoming its own syllable. 

"That is a beautiful name." Lorra said softly. 

"It means 'one who conquers'." Trinx giggled. 

"Oh." Lorra shrugged. "I think that might still fit you." 

"Oh, hush." 

Lorra's smile faded as she returned to her previous line of inquiry. "How about illness? Are there any sicknesses or symptoms that go along with being unable to change your form?" 

Trinx shook her head, while thinking of potential answers on her own. 

The redhead twirled her curly hair around a finger as she contemplated. 

"You're fully human right now." She suddenly stated. 

"Yes." 

"Your organs and everything, as far as you know." 





Trinx Ch. 05



"Yes, I'm generated from human DNA. Head to toe." Trinx narrowed her eyes, wondering what Lorra was theorizing. 

Lorra's eyes looked upward and shifted left to right, as if reading a book that was held directly over her head. "No. It's impossible. Or just insanely unlikely." 

"Love, what are you talking about?" 

"Hang on." 

Lorra stood and left. Moments later, the front door slammed behind her. 

"Lorra?" Trinx called out with an incredulous smirk. "Hello? Did you really leave me here, you dizzy twat?" 

Silence answered her. Trinx stood and pulled the drain on the tub. She grabbed a towel and began to dry herself, looking through the open bathroom door as if she could possibly see anything besides a hallway wall. 

Trinx had wrapped both herself in a robe and her hair up in a towel by the time Lorra returned. She finished pouring herself a glass of wine just as the front door slammed shut. Wide-eyed and curious, she carried the wine towards the kitchen entrance. 

"Trinx? Where are you?" Lorra's voice carried through the place. 

"In the kitchen!" 

Lorra was there in a blink of the eye, carrying a small, zippered pouch. Trinx looked at it as she began to raise the glass to her lips. 

"Wait on that." Lorra took the glass from Trinx's hand and set it on the kitchen table. 

"I could really use that wine..." 

"Sit." Lorra ordered, pointing to a chair at the kitchen table. "Open your robe." 

"Yes, ma'am." 

Trinx obeyed, exposing her still-damp skin to her roommate. She watched as Lorra opened the pouch and pulled a plastic, rolled-up strip from it. 

"I don't believe you've met Karen." Lorra spoke as she unfurled the plastic and wrapped it around Trinx's waist. "She's a nurse who lives downstairs. I told her that my cousin and her husband were visiting, and they wanted me to check something out." 

As Lorra reached around Trinx to grab the end of the gray strip, her face hovered close to Trinx's for a moment. Trinx's eyes wandered over Lorra's full lips as they moved in speech, barely hearing the words. Her delicate beauty spurred Trinx to recall the last time that she had comforted her after being accosted by Jellico. They had been intimate while providing Dex with his birthday present, but being put on display was not quite the same. It meant more when they were alone, when they were hoping to please no one except each other. Her mind dwelled on how they had kissed, and how nothing had ever felt so natural... 

"Love?" 

"Yes. Sorry?" Trinx blinked. 

"I said that this might feel a little strange for a moment." 

"Oh. Alright." 

The plastic band had been attached to itself around Trinx's waist. Lorra pressed a small, indented circle at the end of it, prompting the strip to vibrate. Both of the women watched as it turned a deep shade of blue after a few moments. The band ceased its vibration but maintained its hue. 

"Unbelievable." Lorra's eyes dilated. "It's hardly possible..." 

"What is it?" Trinx's patience screeched to a halt. "What in the hell is this thing telling you?" 

"Trinx, love..." Lorra looked into Trinx's eyes and swallowed reflexively, "You are preggers." 

***** 

To be continued