The Galactic Council, a massive, top-shaped instillation orbiting a prosperous city planet. Three kilometers of glittering chrome at its base and tapering to a rounded point four kilometers long, diplomats, ambassadors and politicians of every species filled its labyrinthine corridors. The Ooblian ambassador, a squat, brown, bulbous toad like figure, clad in the regal day-glow smock his kind wore, shuffled down one of these corridors alongside his human counterpart. Their species officially in a diplomatic struggle, in which the humans were rapidly losing ground, this did nothing to impede Zoob and Adrianne’s unofficial relationship. The Ooblians would not agree to a disarmament treaty the Human embassy wanted signed, and the Ooblian embassy was pushing aggressive new trade agreements that would hurt the humans’ economy. 

	As opposed to her companion, Adrianne King was a tall, attractive human female, her raven hair in a bun held together with a decorative stick, her bangs ending just above her eyes. Her lids were dark with the same shade of dark purple as her lipstick, her mascara-enhanced eyelashes and her nail polish. Her massive breasts jiggled, devoid of a bra as she was. They were clear fakes that wouldn’t have fooled anyone on earth, but the galactic community wasn’t as aware of such things. She was fond of low-cut uniforms, her tight black dress, made of a material similar to latex, cutting off just barely above her nipples and midway between her crotch and her knees. The subcutaneous communicator clearly visible above her right breast, an asymmetrical silver disk with long spokes extending outwards like a strange flower just beneath her skin.

	“Corruption charges you say?” said Zoob, two of his four eyes on Adrianne, one fixed on a data slate in his three-fingered hand and a fourth observing if anyone was near. 
“Care to elaborate?”
“Its nothing darling, nothing at all. The commission from Earth is claiming I’ve taken bribes and favors in exchange for lowering Earth’s standing in the galactic community.”
“That sounds serious, likely severe enough for treason charges” said Zoob.
“It would be, but the punk investigating me couldn’t prove a bear shits in the woods”
Zoob’s external diaphragms, located where a human’s ears would be on his saurian head, vibrated rapidly, his species’ equivalent of raising an eyebrow.
“Earth slang, sorry. The rat doesn’t have anything on me, and he wont find anything. The ambassadors from Morg Prime and Blivivivan are vouching for me, helping me cover and whatnot.”
“Them too? You are aware Morgians and humans are compatible, arent you? A child could ruin your career and his.”
“I’m up to speed, me and Ambassador Kaatri have an arrangement.”

	They approached a silver sliding door, like any other in the massive corridor, save this one had a day-glow stripe painted on it. The holo-lettering projected above it was in a strange language, but Adrianne’s communicator deciphered it as “Room of Zoob, Ambassador of Oob”. She recognized it, of course, she had been here many times, but the device implanted inside her didn’t know that. Swiping his keycard, Zoob opened the door and ushered her in, a trio of eyes scanning the hallway to make sure nobody had seen. As the door shut behind him, he turned on his extra-jointed legs to see Adrianne lying on his couch. It was of earth design, something Adrianne had introduced him to, and quite comfortable. He was still unsure why sleeping on it was a faux-pas. One of her legs crossed over the other, her pinky finger, with it’s dark purple nail polish, in the corner of her mouth. She half-closed her green eyes, looking at the lower part of Zoob’s day glow smock. 

	“Well ambassador,” she purred “shall we discuss those treaties?” Zoob disengaged the clasps on the back of his smock, the bright fabric falling to the ground by his hoof-like feet. His ribbed phallus swung free, covered in a thin layer of rough chitin. Adrianne bit her finger in anticipation. He waddled over to the couch and sat down beside the human ambassador. Adrianne briefly stood up, kicked off her heels and moved to stand over him, facing away from the squat alien. With some flair, shaking her hips and bouncing her wide butt, she slowly unzipped the back of her dress. Zoob hated this part, wished they could just get it over with, but he knew Adrianne enjoyed the human mating display, so he endured it, one of his eyes ambivalently observing the ambassador, the other three still on the data slate. The top third of the dress unzipped, Adrianne pulled the front so it was just beneath her huge breasts, cupping them with her hands and casting a sultry glance over her bare shoulder. She danced above him, trying to tease him with glances of her bare tits, fully aware of his disinterest but trying to get his attention nonetheless. One eye followed her for a bit before returning to the information on the device. 

	That was enough for Adrianne; it was more than usual at least. She undid the rest of her dress, letting it fall to the floor by the foot of the couch. She hadn’t worn underwear at all, not even panties. The room was Spartan save for the couch, a computer console, a hibernation chamber and an Ooblian sculpture. Zoob had installed a mirror on the side of the apartment facing the couch, partly for these visits and partly for his own vanity. Adrianne looked at her reflection, proud of her curves, her refinement, her sexiness. The tiny patch of black hair above her pink vagina, the mole above her left hip, two things more people had seen than Adrianne would like to admit. 

	Adrianne would always stare at herself in that mirror, for a little longer than Zoob would predict each time. She ran a hand down her side, pinched her nipple, toyed with a strand of hair. One thing he liked about her was that unashamed vanity. It was humbling, a flaw she wasn’t afraid to show, whether in the council chamber or in his. She would always to this before sex, so he took this opportunity to reach over to end table and open the small opaque box there. Inside was a collection of small blue pills, something he needed with the human. Picking one out and popping it in his wide mouth, he swallowed it whole, preparing for what would come. It took a few seconds, barely finishing by the time Adrianne was done ogling herself, but his broad phallus sprung to life, growing by a few inches to a robust length of nine. It didn’t appear to have a head like a human penis, instead broadening a bit and terminating in a collection of small holes like a showerhead. 

	Slowly, with her hands on her knees, Adrianne lowered herself onto Zoob’s cock, tensing before the flared head. Closing her eyes and sighing, she slowly sat down on it, the wide head pushing her insides as it entered her. She let out a soft moan, feeling the ribs of the alien’s cock rub her inner walls, the rough shell around it stimulating her in ways a human’s never could. She rocked her hips back and forth to take more of him in, biting her lip and looking longingly over her shoulder at Zoob. He was resting his chin on his hand, eyes looking either at the information on the slate or her. Disappointed, she looked back at the mirror, much more excited by the lewd slut she saw there, big tits bouncing as she went up and down the alien’s cock, tight bun she had spent an hour perfecting this morning coming undone with each repetition. She opened her mouth wide and smiled, looking into her eyes and bending forward, making her tits hang down. Spreading her legs wider, she managed to accommodate another inch, the wide head pushing further up her innards. One of her well manicured hands reached up to her breast, teasing and playing with a nipple, adding to her already excited state. 

	Zoob couldn’t feel a thing from their union. His cock; thick, ribbed and armored, failed to convey the sensations from the human’s vagina. Most of the enjoyment of sex for his species came from pheromones and chemical communication, not the base act of breeding. The human female couldn’t even produce the bio-slime he needed to get erect, and had to resort to getting it in a pill form. Still, there was something to be said for the human bouncing on his member; she enjoyed his company despite his apathy, and repaid him well for it. She enjoyed many of the ambassadors on the station, and the amount of favors being traded between them outweighed any of Adrianne’s diplomatic achievements. Deciding to humor her, he set the data slate to the side and gave her a playful slap on the ass. She leaned back and looked him in the eyes, a sexy smile on her purple lips.
“Finally enjoying me?” she asked between pants, her breathing getting heavier as she accommodated more of Zoob’s length, both her hands playing with her bust. Zoob didn’t respond, instead pinching her butt cheeks in time with her, his lover blushing at the extra attention. 

	Her pants turning to moans, she leaned forward again, increasing her pace, the wide head stretching her insides as it traveled the interior of her vagina. Her mouth wide and smiling, Adrianne stuck her tongue out as the xenophile in the mirror did the same, both their eyes starting to move to the back of their heads, eye-shadowed lids fluttering as the alien ambassador’s cock started to bring her to orgasm. As she dragged herself down on his cock, she felt his hands underneath her butt. They pushed against her, preventing her from taking it all in.
“Huhh, huh, what gives, huhh, Zoob?” 
The Ooblian picked the data slate back up, scrolling to the section he needed.
“Lets talk about those treaties Adrianne”
“Oh come on!” she moaned, futilely playing with her tits and clit to bring herself over the edge. “I was so close! That’s not fair!”
“In council you were talking about the Zane treaty of disarmament, remember? How the Ooblian Republic was abusing it’s station with the construction of, quote, illegal war machines?”
Adrianne moaned in frustration, trying to will herself to come, to experience release. None came, in fact, she could feel her arousal begin to whither at the mention of politics.
“We can do away with that, cant we darling? Does the human ambassador consent to abandoning the Zane treaty?”
“Ughh, fine, just please, fuck me already!”
Zoob bucked his hips a tiny bit, Adrianne’s excitement returning as she moaned loudly. She expected more, but none came. Zoob’s hands still held her immobile, his alien dick still half embedded in her sex.
“And the trade accords? You consent to ratify our proposal?”
“Yes, just pleeeeeease, let me cum!”
“Not so fast darling, you said you wanted to discuss these things” he said, slowly rolling his erect member inside her. He couldn’t tell, but the ribbed organ was sending waves of pleasure through her, every moment bringing her so close to orgasm, but he would stop just short of it every time.
“One last thing, can I get you to sign as a member of the petition to remove chairman Po-Ull-Soob from the councilman’s chair?” 
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Anything you want, just please FUCK ME ALREADY!” she screamed, struggling against Zoob, trying to get more of him inside, her bangs falling over her face and obscuring her view of the moaning harlot in the mirror.

	He handed her the data slate, which she gripped with quivering hands.
“Fingerprint there, there, aaaaaaaaaand there please.” She placed her thumb on a few highlighted sections of the device, signing away her species’ place in the stars just so this ugly little monster would finish her.
“Fine darling, glad you see my perspective on these issues” he said, removing his hands and giving her another slap on the rear. Immediately she sank down on his cock, squeezing it and riding it faster and faster, the wide head and ribbed shaft making her go crazy. She lifted herself up and plunged down, taking every inch of his broad dick inside her, her hands groping her tits, tongue lolling out of a wide mouth, eyes rolled back in her head.

	Her orgasm was worth the treason, her loins squeezing the erect cock tight, ripples of excitement flowing through her body, juices flowing down the ambassador‘s dick as it exited her body. Breathing heavily, she pulled herself off the still erect shlong, flopping down beside Zoob on the couch, the slut across from her doing the same. The slut in the mirror’s hair was  a mess and her pussy was leaking juices, and it excited Adrianne that she was the same.
“Nice, huhh, nice talking with you Zoob.”
“Hmm, o yes, nice, same to you.” 
“Should we make an appointment for later? The embassy is, huff, sure to be on my ass for signing that, I’m sure I could use a nice long discussion afterwards, and I‘m sure they‘ll have something new for me to push.”
“Hmm, if we must.”
“Mmm, great, I’ll look forward to it.”

	“And you signed them? Just like that?” asked Robbie, the agent investigating Adrianne’s corruption charges. He was mildly handsome, his chestnut hair in a crew-cut, his navy blue suit pressed and regulation cut, at odds with Adrianne’s revealing dress. She had donned a white fur coat for the interview, not because it was cold but for a modicum of decency. She hadn’t closed it up front, however, and was appreciating how Robbie would peek at her bust when he thought she wasn’t looking. “Ambassador Zoob made a compelling argument, and we really cant be ruining our relationships with a powerful republic like the Ooblians’.”
“Really, that sounds oddly convenient. How has the office reacted?”
“Pissed, as always, but its their job to be. Is the Ooblian issue the only purpose of this meeting, or is there something more you want?” she asked, frustrated by the young man’s passive aggressive questions.
“Yes ambassador, yes there is. My superiors and I still suspect you’re purposefully acting against Earth’s interests, and I hope you know this façade won’t last for long!” 
“Oh? Have you any proof that I’m not doing what I deem is best for interstellar diplomacy? Need I remind you my tenure at this job, how I graduated top of the top of my class at the academy?” She said, giving an innocent pout and puppy dog eyes. Robbie put his head in his hands, and Adrianne could see him looking down from under it at her cleavage. 
“I swear, whatever you’re hiding, I will find out who you’re in bed with, mark my words.” Adrianne giggled and stood up, adjusting her coat. “If baseless accusations are all you have sir, I’ll take my leave.”

	In the academy she had got the reputation of an easy lay. She had slept with her educators to pass the more difficult classes, with students when she needed something from them, and with any guy that caught her fancy. Just about every guy had wanted her, not that she blamed them, but she never really enjoyed sex with them, just used it as a means to an end. It was on her 22nd birthday that changed, however. She and her girlfriends had gone to a seedy strip club, one with different species. It was there a Phinaxian dancer had caught her eye. So much like a human, but bigger, taller, with green skin and a bald head like an ape’s. She was drunk, and had flirted with him, her friends edging her on. They had hooked up behind the club, the green alien’s hands roaming her body, pulling off her cutoffs and panties as she made out with the apelike creature. When he entered her, his strange alien dick bigger and rougher than anyone’s at the academy, she was hooked. She nearly came on his dick right there in the alley, and as he started pounding her, gently at first but quickly losing that hesitation and fucking her rough and raw, she had finally experienced the ecstasy she always wanted. She had returned to the Phinaxian several times before leaving the academy, his penis the only one that could satisfy her. 

	And when she first interned at the Galactic Council, with all these strange breeds around her, she knew she would never need to settle for a human again. Gone were her days of manipulating men with sex, now she was being manipulated herself, her libido forcing her to betray her species just for a taste of alien cock. Some of the ambassadors, unlike Zoob, enjoyed her, doing favors for her in return for her services. Like Kaatri, the chitinous Morgian behind her.

	He was tall, over six feet, covered with a tan exoskeleton that have him an almost hourglass figure. His head resembled a mix of equine and insect features, with long black dreads braided behind him. His kind normally adorned themselves with jewelry and exotic metals, but those lay in a heap on Adrianne’s floor at the moment. She was prone, her big breasts pressed against the ground, ass raised and knees bent on the carpet. Her bangs, try as she might to contain them, had fallen out of her bun and covered her face again. She didn’t have a mirror like Zoob’s, and made a mental note to acquire one quickly. She was dying to see what the alien fucker that lived there was doing.

	By some strange quirk of genetics, Humans and Morgians could produce hybrid offspring, no two of which looked the same. To circumvent this, Adrianne had introduced Kaatri to the proud human tradition of sodomy. It had taken some coaxing, sure. The alien ambassador was married in a sense, he had a pair of breeding wives he had committed thirty years to live with until their breeding contract was up for renegotiation, but in one of the station’s lounges he had confessed to Adrianne his disdain for them, how they always questioned and analyzed everything he did. They had drank together, and invited him back to her room one night. She was feeling exotic, and had covered herself in oil, her body slick and smooth, reflective and soft. Now, the lustful Kaatri had leaned over he, his body over hers, his size encompassing her. His cock, which normally lay sheathed behind a set of chitin plates, a long pink rod that glistened with lubricant, was deep in her ass, his clawed hands holding her upper arms, his backwards-kneed legs scraping her upper leg as he pistoned in and out of her.

	“Oh yes!” she cried as he pounded her, the tight ring of her sphincter contracting on his organ. “Oh yeah baby, give me more!” Each thrust sent ripples through her ass, the alien dick thrusting in hard and fast, his clawed hands digging in to her arms. Her breasts were pressed hard against the ground, the oiled flesh squeezed together. Kaatri grunted in pleasure, a throaty, scratch sound that came from the alien’s chest. He pushed in again, Adrianne gasping and shuddering from the pressure in her depths.  “Ohhhh” she moaned “do me like a fucking animal.”

	Kaatri obliged, breeding instinct taking hold even tough he was in the wrong hole. His chitinous hips began to buck and thrust, ramming his cock in and out of Adrianne’s tight asshole. “That’s it! don’t stop! Just keep fucking me!” she cried, clenching her teeth and winching up her eyes, the pressure and pain and pleasure all coming from her asshole starting to be too much. He hammered into her, her breasts getting rug burn from the carpet they fucked on. He fucked and rutted her, pounding her ass until she let out a sharp cry, her inner muscles clamping down on the foreign penis. He grunted and impaled her one last time, his pink, slick fuckrod emptying his spunk inside her, filling her to the brim with his lusty seed. They stayed like that for a minute, his cock rammed to the hilt inside her as she grips the soft carpet, boobs pressed up against the floor, huffing and puffing and reeling from orgasm. Finally, she lowered her rear, letting her lover dismount her. Kaatri withdrew, made it a step or two and collapsed beside his lover, his sphericals working overtime to supply him with oxygen.

	Adrianne, still panting with exhaustion, rolled over and draped an arm over Kaatri, tickling the sensitive spot between two plates as his cock retracted. 
“Baby, that was great. We’ve got to do that again sometime.”
“*Click*, agreed. I never though, *click*, that breeding in one’s anus could be so, *click*, enjoyable.”
“So about what we talked about earlier…”
“*Click*, Robbie, his name was? I’ll tell him,*click*, of your exceptional caliber as a diplomat and how my,*click*, superiors, erm, regard this affront to you as an affront to them.”
“Not so melodramatic babe, but that’ll do. Little rat won‘t want to start an interstellar incident with one of earth‘s allies, now will he?”

	It had been a long day in the council chamber. The Zor ambassador had occupied the floor for 3 hours straight, demanding sanctions against the Empire of Pleeg. She had been forced to give a lengthy demonstration on the injustices being done to human settlers on Gabiuro-3, a subject that bored her immensely. She had no ‘appointments’ today, and the bastard Robbie had withdrawn after his superiors scolded him for antagonizing the Morgian diplomats. She sat down on the soft reclining char in her apartment, pulling her fluffy fur coat over her. The mirror she had ordered had arrived the other day, and it had taken forever to set it up in a way where she could see it whenever she wanted. 

	She took some time to pose in front of it, flashing her cleavage and blowing kisses, scandalously poking out her leg from the black fur coat, cocking it back like a truck stop hooker. The lady in the mirror copied her, not having to put up a façade of decorum like Adrianne. It was at that moment someone knocked at her door. It wasn’t a particularly loud or forceful knock, but whoever it was knocked five, no, ten times in rapid succession. Frowning, she shouldered the coat and pressed the button to open the door.

	Outside was an alien she didn’t recognize. His ‘body’ was a small sphere of black flesh, about the size of a basketball, with a single large, red eye at the center. Sprouting from the body were dozens of thick, black tentacles, reaching up to 12 feet in length. They curled beneath him like numerous snakes, the ones above slicked back like a greaser’s hairdo. Six tentacles had knocked at the door, and were hovering just about to knock again when she had open-end it. “EssYzzelwrii Coo‘miihano?” It said, the sound emanating from a spot just beneath its massive eye. Frowning, she pulled her coat to the side and tapped her communicator, giving the alien an expectant look. The eye widened and the torso nodded, one of its tentacles fishing for something in it’s writhing mass. There was a click and a hum, and the alien spoke again.
“Are you the Earthian ambassador?” it said, in a slightly whiny voice that sounded young and unsure of itself.
“We’re called humans, and yes, I am the ambassador from Earth. May I ask who you are?”
“My name is Doz, I am the newly appointed ambassador from Kwonsei-8.” Doz hesitated for a moment, Adrianne folding her arms and tapping her foot impatiently.
“I was told if I wanted something done I should go to you.”
Adrianne’s eyes widened, and hurried the tentacled alien inside. As he was being led into her apartment he kept talking.
“I was talking with H’Yeb, the Blivivivanese ambassador, and I mentioned how I felt unable to talk to the Morgians without inciting a deep-seated racial prejudice they have against my kind, and H’Yeb said you could help.”

	Adrianne tossed off the coat and sneaked a sidelong glance in the mirror before sitting down on the couch with Doz. At first he didn’t seem to understand how to sit on it with his strange frame, but he accommodated. His unblinking eye was constantly gazing at her midriff, but Adrianne wasn’t quite sure why. “I do happen to know the Morgian ambassador,” she began, “and I’d be more than willing to introduce you two”
“That’s very very good!” said Doz, and he began to rise from the couch, facing towards the door. Adrianne and the slut in the mirror put a hand on one his tentacles and pulled, adding “Wait just a minute, I didn’t say I’d do it for free.” This seemed to make Doz glum, his tentacles slumping and his eyes looking down.
“I do not come from a wealthy clutch, I would not have the currency to pay someone as attractive as you” he said, eye downcast. That took Adrianne by surprise, this freshmen alien being so forward with his attraction to her.
“You think I’m pretty?” she said, struggling to contain her mirth.
“Y-yes. At a young age I observed many video productions on my planets network of human women fornicating with creatures that resembled me. It was a secret dream of mine to one day meet a human women, but since I am a poor Kwonsei I will return and let them know I was unsuccessful with our negotiations.”

	Adrianne laughed, fists balling up, doubling over at the many-limbed alien’s revelation. Not only was he forward, he was adorable. It was very refreshing compared to the businesslike manner those like Zoog used, and the reckless abandon that Kaatri possessed. And she LOVED when people complimented her. She stood up and wrapped her arms around the alien’s torso, struggling to fit through the mess of arms. His eye widened in surprise and looked up at her.
“I think I know a way to pay me back” she said, gently stroking one of the long, black arms.
“Show me what some of those videos were about.”

	With one deft motion she unzipped her dress and tossed it aside, cocking her hips and placing her hand on it. She titled her head back slightly and opened her mouth just a bit. Doz stood enraptured, his many arms writhing at her display. She bent over, letting her breasts hang free, and extended a hand. Curling her finger in a “come hither” gesture, she place her mouth on the tip of one of the arms, kissing it and sucking a tiny bit. That put Doz over the edge, wrapping a set of his arms around Adrianne’s body, pulling her off the ground and suspending her in mid-air. A pair wrapped around her ankles and pulled her legs apart, a trio of black arms probing her cunt. More tentacles wrapped around her; two around her midriff, one binding each arm above her head, one circling and binding each breast and tickling the nipple with it’s tip. A few wrapped around her midriff, squeezing and caressing her. One tentacle probed her backdoor as another, thicker one lined its way up with her sensitive hole. She giggled and tried to wriggle her thick thighs forward, begging for him to take her. Eye wide with amazement at his fortune, he obliged, pressing forward with both sinuous members simultaneously, plugging her front and back doors. Adrianne gasped from pleasure, enjoying the slick shafts DPing her. Another tentacle wrapped itself around her neck like a dog’s leash, inserting the tip into her mouth and plugging her noisy hole. She groaned into the arm as it gently squeezed her neck and started entering her throat, it’s kin caressing, squeezing, writhing all over her. The tentacle thrusting into her pussy wiggled inside her, rubbing every inner wall she had, touching her G-Spot at the apex of each thrust. The arm in her mouth surged forward, sliding deeper into her throat. The coils around her neck tightened in response, chocking her into a tight sleeve. 

	The arm in her anus began to pick up speed, going in as the one in her cunt went out. She moaned in pleasure, her noises muffled by the arm stuffed down her throat. The two around her breasts started to squeeze in time with the thrusts; the left being constricted when her anus was filled, her right when her cunt was pressed. Her movement impeded by Doz’s arms, she still tried to hump the limbs inside her, licked and wrapped her tongue around the one in her mouth, started rocking her head back and forth as it pistoned in and out of her mouth. 

	It was at that moment Robbie entered the room. “Ambassador King! I have concrete proof of coercive behavior between you and Ambassador Y’Heb tha- WHAT?”
Too lost in pleasure, Adrianne couldn’t care less that the investigator had walked in on her. In fact, she gave a lusty wink to Robbie, making sure to take an extra-long gulp of Doz’s arm. Robbie just stood there, dropping the data slate as the two diplomats fucked, wide eyed and confused. Adrianne mouthed something on his arm, and the communicator beamed a message to Doz. He complied, taking the tentacle from her mouth and moving her over so she was dangling face-down in front of Robbie, her bound breasts hanging down as her arms and legs were held up, black arms slick with juices going to work on her insides.
“You wanted to see who I’m in bed with, didn’t you?” she said between moans of ecstasy, feeling her windpipe vibrate against the tentacle constricting her neck with each word.
“Like it rat? Like what you see?”, she said, grinning as she saw the lump in the investigator’s pants.
No longer able to speak from the pleasure, coherent thoughts starting to fade away, all she could do was moan and grunt as Doz pounded away in her, his one eye rolling back in his torso. She screamed each time an arm entered her anus, moaned after each thrust of a tentacle in her pussy, craved the gentle squeeze on her neck and breasts as the alien fucked her. Soon she felt herself on the edge of orgasm, and let out a scream so loud one of her neighbors peeked a head out to see what was going on.

	Robbie fell over, part aghast and part aroused by the sight. A ripple went through Adrianne, she tensed up and closed her eyes, throwing her head back and cumming on Doz’s many arms, her sphincter and cunt tightening on the tentacles squeezed inside them. With a shudder of his own, the tentacles shot out little bursts of greenish slime, filling her up and coating her outsides with alien spunk.

	Panting on the ground beside the investigator and the alien, Adrianne looked over her shoulder. The whore in the mirror had just as much fun, coated with sticky green goo.
“Hehh, hehh. You know Rob, If you like this stuff, I could introduce you to some nice, lonely girls. I'm sure a nice strong man like you could help diplomacy veeeery well.”
The investigator looked from the woman to the passed-out ball of black arms on the carpet, swallowed and said “I-I guess I could try it.”
The lady in the mirror had just told someone the same thing.