Rock n Roll Babes from Outer Space by Linda Jaivin Page A

groans drew their attention back to Jake.
    ‘Ow! Oh! Aaargh!’ hollered Jake.
    ‘For love of Saturn…’ Doll exploded with laughter.
    ‘Aaaaaaargh!’
    Revor, unnoticed by any of them, had abandoned the sock, shimmied up the legs of the table, and was now sitting between Jake’s spread legs. He sucked Jake’s erect cock up his tubular snout. It was a snug fit. As Jake struggled in vain to shake him off, Revor drew on Jake’s cock with a manic intensity that made his little pop-eyes protrude even further. His shag-pile fur stood on end and small arcs of electricity rainbowed the spaces between his tensely splayed toes and fingers. His little tail was wagging so fast that it was a cherry-coloured blur.
    Jake was practically weeping by now. With a final shriek, he came in Revor’s mouth. A huge crackling sound travelled the length of Revor’s little body. Revor flew backwards into the air with jet propulsion, a small furry meteor that cratered the wall and then slid down it to fall, a tangle of damp fur and wild eyes, to the floor.
    Lati picked up her dizzy head. ‘Rev,’ she cried weakly, her shoulders sinking back to the floor again.
    Revor threw her an unfocussed glance. Then the lids snapped shut over his eyes.
    Baby picked him up and held her hand up to his snout. ‘Still oxygenating,’ she noted. How was it that Revor and Lati had managed to have
all
the fun?
    ‘So that was sex, eh?’ remarked Doll, not quite as unimpressed as she liked to make out. She snuck another glance, this one lingering, at Lati’s prone and peaceful figure.
    ‘I think there must be more to it than that,’ Baby said wistfully. ‘Still, I reckon that was sex.’
    ‘But was it rock n roll?’ mused Doll.
    Jake, feeling like he’d just returned from a very long journey, picked his head up and looked at them, blinking. Rock n roll? Did someone say rock n roll?
    Baby gave him the carotic smile treatment and, feeling a surge of affection, watched him fade back into unconsciousness.
    ‘So,’ said Doll, indicating Jake’s sleeping form with her chin, ‘what’ll we do with Earth boy here?’
    Baby didn’t answer. She felt a little like someone had just opened a window on a spaceship. Emotional decompression. So, that was it. Their first abduction. Awopbopaloobopalopbamboom. Oh, she knew there’d be other abductions, other Earth boys. But Jake was her first, and, well, it was just all over so quickly. She couldn’t figure out why she was feeling so flat. Was it always like this after sex? She needed a cigarette. Badly. Which was strange, for she’d never smoked before in her life.
    Doll broke into her ruminations. ‘Touch of Memocide perhaps? It’s recommended. Otherwise, the poor things tend to get a bit traumatised.’
    Memocide. Comes in a convenient non-aerosol spray or powder.
    ‘Sure,’ Baby nodded, indifferent.
    ‘And here’s something else that could be useful,’ Doll continued, wondering what was wrong with Baby. She hadn’t actually fallen for this Earth boy, had she? That would be ridiculous. Baby wasn’t going to go around falling in love with every bean they abducted, was she? Doll shook her head. Too pathetic.
    ‘I am
not
falling in love, Doll. Don’t be fucken ridiculous.’
    Doll laughed. ‘Good. Now look at this.’
    Baby studied the page that Doll was holding open to her in the manual. ‘Sure. Let’s do it.’ She turned and studied the labels on the drawers behind her until she found the one marked ‘homing devices’. ‘Anal or oral?’ she asked.
    ‘Anal,’ replied Doll, decisively.
    ‘Mmmm,’ moaned Lati in her sleep, her rosebud mouth curled into a smile.
    They untied Jake and flipped him over. Doll, studying the diagrams on the page, pulled on the rubber gloves, smeared them with Forbidden Planet lube, took the miniature device and inserted it up Jake’s arse. ‘There,’ she announced. ‘All done. He’s a twenty-first century digital boy. He can get back to where he once