Alien Dreams 18+

Misha entered the woman's bathroom. She was dreading sending the next email.

She looked in the mirror at her long pink pointy nails and her skin. Her thirty second birthday was tomorrow. Her long hair hung loosely over her shoulders. She was wearing a crop top tucked into a long black pencil skirt. Her bra felt itchy. She hated wearing bras. She figured her alien empire would come up with a better device to hold her boobs.

She leaned closer to the mirror and pursed her doing peach-colored lips. Her hips swayed upward as she stretched slowly leveraging her weight against the sink. The button on the back of her g string thong pressed against the seams of her pants.

"This is never going to get better...I can't keep working at the law firm!" she complained to her reflection in the mirror. She ignited her spatial essence.

Her nipples suddenly felt hot. She started rubbing them and let her skirt fall to the floor as a dense heat entered the room. Her spatial essence seeped out in a green fog underneath the bathroom door.

"Blorg!" she moaned. It was the name of her boyfriend. She imagined him touching her as she rubbed her breasts. They became hard and elongated. As pointy as her pink glossy nails.

Misha bit her lip heavily while snapping a picture of her breasts. Immediately, a few minutes passed as she waited. Nothing. Well, he did open the text, but left her on read.

"What the hell!" Misha hissed, furious. In a hurry, she adjusted her clothes and left the bathroom.

Down the hallway, she stomped back to her cube and began typing furiously to finish up the next email. After hitting 'send' the computer screen turned grey. She picked up the laptop and saw Vernot's door open. Usually, it was closed.

"My computer isn't working," Misha announced. Her manager, Vernot, sat upright.

"Go see if Ragul can help you. I'm busy."

Misha obeyed begrudgingly. Ragul was weird. He was aloof and never really stayed in his office. He was the exact opposite of her manage. She didn't want to talk to any of them. She didn't want to talk to any men. Her boyfriend was ignoring her.

She entered Ragul's office. He wasn't responsible for anything that brought in a lot of money. Not sales or finance. Not even customer service. He was a middle manager for information tefhnology across the galaxy.

She knocked on the door even though it was wide opening. She hoped he wouldn't hear.

He looked up from his desk and his face lit up like a jackolantern. Misha recoiled. Most of her alien species had green or blue skin. His was a strange pale blue. He was also a lot bigger than the other alien men. Just looking at him made her feel agitated. She wanted to go home and face her own man for ignoring her.

"What's the matter?" he asked loudly, excited.

Misha rolled her eyes.

"Vernot told me to ask you to help. My computer screen keeps turning off."

Ragul licked his lips. He didn't give a shit about the computer. The woman was very beautiful. He stood up tall and peered out into the alien city below.

"There was a solar flare. It should work better in an hour or so. How are you doing? Why hasn't Ragul sent you home? You're just about done the day, aren't you? Might as well wait until tomorrow when your computer will be working right."

Misha sighed. She sat down on the chair across from his desk as he shut the door.

"My boyfriend sucks. Borg ignores me!" she huffed. Ragul chuckled at her blunt behavior. It was refreshing. He knew she was no air head. "I'm stuck here all day and dread going home when he acts like this. Every night we argue over the same thing. Says he's so busy at work! He can't spend two seconds to like my picture or give a compliment. God."

"What picture?" Ragul asked. His spacial scent began wafting around the room. It was part of his alien race's powers. It was how they communicated with females.Misha relaxed.

A strange feeling grew between her thighs as Ragul waited for her to answer. She knew he was behind the sensation. The silent energy shared between them. Her nipples hardened.

The room grew unnaturally warm as her entire body relaxed.

Ragul watched Misha lift up her top up. He grabbed her full breast and watched her writhe with pleasure.

"Break up with him," he suggested. Misha leaned over his desk and set her computer down as he shoved her skirt out of the way.

"I don't want to!" Misha cried out as he failed her from behind. Her breasts jiggled over the desk. "Borg will give in. I'm still in control and he won't be able to look away."

"Whatever you say," Ragul growled while pumping. Misha closed her eyes in bliss. She opened the computer screen. It appeared to be working. She moaned happily while turning the camera on and recording. "You should show him this video. That little fucker won't let you off the hook then."

"No!" Misha shouted. She felt she was still in control. "He's on my hook. So are you!"

Ragul laughed. He pulled out of her. Misha closed the computer and adjusted her clothes.

"You don't know how men think," Ragul chided. He pulled up his pants and sat behind his desk once more. "You aren't the only one he's looking at. Why tolerate that little shit? Is the sex really that good? Why keep me a secret?"

"I don't know," Misha mumbled. It seemed even better than with Ragul. "Borg has his secrets, too. I'm just getting even."

"Just end it," Ragul scoffed.

Someone entered the room. Misha was annoyed. People frequently entered Ragul's office without knocking. He had a no knock policy. It was just one of many strange things about him.

"Are you two done in here?" Vernot asked tiredly. He rubbed his green forehead with a furrowed brow. "The walls are paper thin. I've got a headache."

Ragul laughed unaffected by the man's compliant. Misha stormed out.

"Don't forget to fill out your timesheet!" Vernot grumbled behind her.