Alien Lesbian Brain Love
The Erotic fiction of Ally Mauser
By Ally Mauser
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Copyright 2011, All Rights Reserved by the Author
Smashwords Edition
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Alien strip clubs looked nothing like the ones I had grown up with on Earth. Earth strip clubs were dark, neon Vegas-inspired places where sad, middle-aged women crushed beer cans between their breasts while young women gave blowjobs in the bathroom for Cocaine. No, thanks. When the other miners wanted to go to the clubs, they assumed it was because I was some kind of feminist lesbian, a man-hater or something like that. I actually loved the idea of going somewhere to celebrate female sexuality. What I hated was the kind of female sexuality on display at Earth strip clubs. It was more depressing than internet porn, where sad-eyed women moaned through the motions of all sorts of fake orgasms while pretending to do things (with camera tricks and props) that would never, ever happen, in a million years, in bed with any of my girlfriends or ex-wives. My crew were shocked when I offered to join them on the Solari club outing.
Solari were aliens. They were from a galaxy so far away, we couldn’t even see their sun. They were so advanced they could adjust their appearance, a little, to make themselves fit in with whatever race they encountered as they traversed the galaxies. And, what was really weird was they were not particularly interested in talking with academics or sharing knowledge or anything like that. What they did was open recreation houses. A Solari enclave on Europa ran the best swimming pool in the galaxy, complete with zero-g scuba diving for real pearls and specially-bred fish that change color based on what people who look at them desire. Here, on unincorporated Mars, they had set up a facility specifically for us hardscrabble miners: a strip club.