David Garnet - Bikini Planet

Tits and ass, that was all a centrefold would reveal. The secret heart of the female anatomy was a complete blank.

Janesmith stood nude in front of him.

He should have bought a bugstrap.

Norton’s heart was racing, his mouth was dry. He had waited so long for this moment. Slowly he looked down, down her perfect blue body, until his eyes finally focused on her crotch.

Where he saw—

He blinked.

Where he saw what looked like—

It couldn’t be!

Could it?

Teeth!

Two sets of tiny curved fangs waiting to devour their prey.

Their male prey.

He suddenly felt very dizzy. His head was spinning and he started to f-a-i-n-t…

He’d waited forever for this moment, for Susie to strip off her T-shirt and reveal what she’d let him touch but never see. Her breasts were wonderful, everything he’d dreamed of. So shapely. So firm. So blue.

So blue?

Then she unzipped her jeans. The colour matched her boobs. As her denims dropped, she tucked her thumbs into the elastic of her briefs and started to slide them down.

This would be the ultimate revelation, the forbidden zone he had neither seen nor even been allowed to touch.

She was naked and soft, he was naked and hard.

Susie smiled, leaning forward to kiss him. He always loved the way her tongue snaked into his mouth. That was because her tongue was forked. He’d never noticed before. And her teeth were so very sharp. Why had he never realised?

Because this wasn’t Susie…

She was someone else, someone different, someone alien!

That was when he woke up.

With a scream.

He opened his eyes wide, discovered he was naked, and closed his eyes again.

Not wanting to, not wanting not to, he slid his right hand down his body. He’d already lost a finger on Hideaway. Had he lost something else, something infinitely more vital?

It was still there and he sighed with relief as he grasped it in his palm.

Then the door blinked open and a naked girl stepped into the room.

“Susie?” he said.

“Shut up,” the girl said.

She was naked but not defenceless, and she pointed her gun at him.

“Who are you?”

She wasn’t Susie, but at least she wasn’t blue.

“Don’t stare at me when you’re playing with yourself!”

He hadn’t woken up. This was still his dream. He’d stare at her if he wanted to. Which he did.

She was good looking, of course. How could a fantasy girl be otherwise? Tall and slender, but with all the necessary curves. Her hair was red, curly, and short, in two places.

“You’re human?” she asked, moving closer to him. “From Earth?”

He wondered how he had got back to his room. But if he was still asleep, he might not be in his room. Where were his clothes? His new ones, his old ones, any clothes. He wouldn’t have been naked by choice because it made him feel even colder. Neither would he have chosen a null-bed, lying suspended in mid-air.

As the girl came nearer, he covered his groin with both hands. She tapped his hands with the gun. He let go.

“Just checking,” she said. She glanced back at the invisible doorway. “You’re my alibi. I’ve been here for an hour. Two hours. Understand?”

She climbed onto the nullbed, straddling him, and he didn’t notice any teeth.

“Stop staring at me!” she ordered.

“I can’t help it.”

“Then close your eyes.”

If his eyes were open, then he couldn’t have been asleep. Unless he was dreaming he was awake.

“Is this real?” he asked the naked girl above him. “It’s not a dream?”

“I’m not a dream, I’m a nightmare. One mistake, and I’ll blow your brains out.” She touched the barrel of the gun to his groin.

“If you’re in trouble,” Norton said, slowly, carefully, “I can help.”

“How?”

“I’m a police officer.”

“Ha!”

“I am.”

She looked at him, really looked at him, for the first time.

“That’s all I need,” she muttered. “One wrong word, and you’re dead. Or one wrong move. Uhhh!”

“What?”

“Ohhh! Keep still.”

He was desperately trying not to move. But there was a part of him which he’d never really been able to control, a part which had never been so close to its female equivalent, a part which now he couldn’t control at all.

“Don’t!” she warned.

He was scared of the gun, but his other part knew no fear. When she pressed the weapon harder against him, it pressed harder against her.

“Uhhh,” she sighed.

“Ahhh,” he agreed.

Her eyes gazed down into his, and it was as if she could see deep within him, down into his very soul, knew everything about him, was aware of every thought, could read every secret.

She leaned forward, and her lips brushed lightly against his. Then she sat up again, the gun sliding away from his body as she slid even closer.

“If we’re both going to, ohhh, die, we might as well make the most of what we’ve got left.”

“Die?” He was already entering paradise.

“Shhh,” she told him. “Lie back ahhhnd think of the uhhhniverse.”

Reality or not, this was the best dream of Wayne Norton’s long life.

“The alien’s claws were surgical instruments,” said Kiru. “It was going to cut me open, put Grawl’s pendant inside me, turn me into an android, make me a zombie!”

“How did you get away?” he asked.

“I dived to one side, toward the door. The alien spun around and one of its claws hit Grawl, knocking him out. Instead of stopping me, the thing went to Grawl. Because it was a doctor, I guess. So I grabbed Grawl’s gun and ran.”

“Wow.”

They held each other close and they kissed.

“Don’t let them get me,” she said.

“Never,” he said.

They kissed again.

By now they had introduced themselves. His name was James Bogart.

“You’re really from Earth?” asked Kiru.

“The twentieth century,” said James.

“Where’s that?”

“It’s in the past. You know, history and all that stuff. I was born over three hundred years ago.”

“No,” said Kiru. He was lying. He was a man. Of course he was lying. “Humans don’t live that long.”

“I was born in 1947,” he said. “I’ve spent most of my life, if you can call it that, in suspended animation. I was revived just a few months ago.”

Kiru looked at him, but he was looking at himself.

“This is the first time I’ve felt warm in three centuries.” James turned his attention to her. “You’ve finally thawed me out, Kiru.”

“You look good for an old man. Everything still seems to work well.”

“Seems to, yeah.”

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. Why?”

“You keep smiling.”

“I’ll stop,” he said. “If I can keep doing this.”

They kissed. Again. Then they did something else again.

Kiru was very impressed with the nullbed, it was so flexible and versatile. Hideaway certainly provided the best in guest facilities. And it had also provided her with the perfect guest.

“How did you know his name?” asked James, after a while.

“Whose name?” she asked.

“Grawl.”

“Did I say his name?”

“You did. But he didn’t. You said he couldn’t speak.”

“He couldn’t. He didn’t. The alien did. That’s how I knew what they were going to do to me.”

“The alien told you Grawl’s name?”

“Yes.”

“And did it introduce itself?”

“Why all these questions? Don’t you believe me?”

“Now you’re the one asking questions.”

“I was in terrible danger. They were going to erase my mind, take over my body.”