Swords Will Cross (Kaylee Pike Spicy Alien Bundles #1)

Chapter 1

Chapter one

Mia

“I’m sorry, what now?” I stared blankly at the woman who was interviewing me for a job. She rolled her eyes and gave a long-suffering sigh, as if she had not just said the most insane thing I could imagine.

She had introduced herself as Ms. Davis, and didn’t seem at all thrilled to be there.

In looks, she reminded me a bit of my high school calculus teacher — a woman who was at some unidentifiable point of middle age, serious and stern, dressed in a white button-down shirt, a pencil skirt, and sensible pumps.

“The Aunga’ri are our benevolent protectors now.” She spoke as if I was trying her patience. “That is what this program is all about.”

Ms. Davis could call the Aunga’ri whatever she wanted, but I knew the truth, that the alien species were essentially conquerors.

Their technology and weaponry so outpaced humanity that the fight for our planet had lasted only days before a ceasefire had been called.

They had let us live, explaining that they had never intended to fight us.

We’d been the ones to attack them, but I couldn’t tell how true that was.

Perhaps a show of strength was necessary to their plan.

Or perhaps they really were benevolent. Now, a year later, they were preparing to integrate into humanity, for reasons that were not explained to the general population of Earth.

Some speculated that their home planet wasn’t viable anymore.

The more paranoid humans were convinced that the Aunga’ri did this on every planet they conquered, adding to the vastness of their empire.

“This sex program?” I asked when Ms. Davis didn’t provide any further information. She took my forthright manner with a straight face.

“They’re interested in learning about human culture.

Sexual pleasure is not a part of their culture anymore.

They are advanced far past such primitive methods of procreation.

” Ms. Davis’ voice held the monotone irritation of someone who had needed to explain a simple concept more times than any person could tolerate.

Again, she reminded me of my math teacher long ago.

“Right. But then why would they need to fuck us?”

“It’s about understanding how humans interact with each other,” she said stiffly. “There are many aspects of human culture they’re being trained in. This is just one of them.” This didn’t seem like the real answer, but I got the feeling that she wouldn’t share that with me even if she knew it.

“I feel like the employment ad could have been a little clearer on the fact that this job was going to involve sex,” I muttered.

Ms. Davis blinked, then coughed. “Yes, it’s becoming increasingly apparent that our pool of applicants was unaware of the... specific tasks that might be required of them.”

“Is it not illegal to pay me to fuck?”

Ms. Davis shrugged. “Technically, he is only paying you to teach him. You’ll be like a sex therapist. But it’s a bit of a gray area.

Their laws now overrule ours, of course, and their laws do not have any mention of sex work because, as I’ve said, they are evolved beyond sexual reproduction.

” The scientist in me wanted to correct her — there was no evolution involved.

They had simply developed the scientific capability to reproduce without sex.

Their sex organs probably still worked exactly the same, even if they chose not to use them.

“How many people am I up against for this position?”

“You’re actually his top female applicant, because of your experience in sex work and your intelligence. The pay is $200,000 a month with a $300,000-per-month bonus if you last the full three months. If he likes you, he may choose to keep you.”

Holy shit. I forced my mouth to close, but Ms. Davis must have known she had me. I had been hoping for access to the Aunga’ri’s cancer drug for my brother’s treatment, but this kind of money would solve all of our problems. And I only had to last for three months. How hard could it be?

“How did you find out about the sex work? No one knows about it.”

Ms. Davis shot me a look that made me want to go search myself on the internet and find out if people did, in fact, know how I’d paid my way through undergrad. “They also liked that you are an intellectual. You should meet the Aunga’ri you will be… working with.”

You mean fucking,” I said.

She ignored me and stood. “Most of our top candidates decline after meeting him. He is waiting in the next room over. You may address him as Thrikteols Bhusl’ai An’T’ukka.

Have you met one in person yet?” It was as if the woman had just said a series of random vowels and consonants, and I wondered if I could get fired for butchering the man’s name.

I shook my head. “No. I’ve only seen them on the news.”

“Be prepared. He is a high-ranking, high-caste Aunga’ri; the closest human comparison would be a prince.

Because of this his personality is quite forceful, but he is just and fair.

It might startle you once you see him in person.

He is also of their warrior clan and is tall even for an Aunga’ri.

I believe he’s about seven-foot-six. You may not have seen one like him, even on the news. ”

“Um, aren’t I too short to be his sexual partner, then?” I was over two feet shorter than this guy, which seemed insane. I supposed we wouldn’t be making out much, because my lips would be at the right height to kiss his chest, maybe.

“That’s for you to decide, dear,” Ms. Davis said with a shrug, and she opened the door.

I squared my shoulders and tried to channel whatever inner strength I had used when I was younger, as a dominatrix for hire.

I found it strange that sex work would interest a giant warrior, maybe a little intriguing.

But then they’d called this training, and I knew a thing or two about sexual training.

As she led me back through the building, my imagination spun a picture of a massive muscled warrior, tied up and begging for me to give him release, his gigantic cock leaking ample pre-cum, twitching and writhing.

I loved making men beg, loved huge cocks; loved sex, really. Would he taste the same as a human man?

We passed a sentry of some sort, and even he had a big bulge in his pants.

I tried not to squirm as I started to get wet.

The fear and anticipation warring inside me were a heady combination, and it was becoming difficult to steady my breathing.

Sex work had been a good choice for me because I’d always been hypersexual, but being a dominatrix had fueled my addiction to power and control.

I’d weaned myself of those desires and returned to a more normal sex life, but this was bringing it all right back and I felt the heady rush of need surge through my body as Ms. Davis opened the door.