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               º  The Adventures of Galactic Girl - The Mission  º
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                                 by Solitaire One

         As her rocket ship hurtled toward the third planet from the  small,
     yellow star, Galactic Girl  lay back on her  gravity couch and  thought
     about her assignment on this planet. Her first (and only) trip to Earth
     had been strictly as an observer.  Since her race has the power to make
     humans see them in any guise desired, she had remained invisible during
     the whole time, and had observed human behavior and customs so that she
     could begin her real mission--to  bring total sexual fulfillment to  as
     many men and women as she could contact during this trip.

         As she remembered her first visit, she knew exactly where she would
     make her first  contact. She remembered  an invisible visit  to a  club
     where the women danced naked before a cheering group of men, displaying
     their bodies and  driving the men  into a frenzy  as they wriggled  and
     pranced on stage, their breasts swaying and moving to the music.  There
     was one dancer  in particular  that Galactic Girl  remembered. She  had
     long blonde hair  frequently tied back  off the face,  big green  brown
     eyes, and a pert  little nose over a  rosebud mouth. Her small  compact
     body had been  tanned a deep  golden in color.  Her blonde pubic  hairs
     often revealed the pinkness  between her muscular  legs and nice  tight
     round buttocks.  Her breasts  were  full, firm  and medium  sized  with
     large, pink nipples. She remembered that the dancer's eyes had a lot of
     expression, intelligence,  pain,  gentleness  and  great  understanding
     giving away their great  wisdom.  Whenever she  danced, the men in  the
     back of the room  all would rub their  cocks, making their long  pricks
     harden and bulge down the leg  of their pants. Galactic Girl's  fingers
     went to  her own  crotch, sliding  easily through  the opening  in  her
     panties as she thought  about all the hard  cocks and jucy pussies  she
     had seen at  the club.   Her fingers  found her  hard, protruding  clit
     which she rubbed gently with her thumb as the other fingers  penetrated
     her virgin pussy, drawing the moisture  up and spreading it across  her
     pink lips which were engorged  with excitement. As her fingers  slipped
     easily into and out of her hole, her other hand went to the opening  in
     her blouse and slipped inside,  her finger tips touching and  caressing
     her erect nipple.

         As she  thought about  the  dancer's firm  breasts and  hard,  pink
     nipples, Galactic Girl  began to pinch  her own nipple,  causing it  to
     protrude about an inch  as the erect tissue  swelled with pleasure.  As
     her fingers pinched, the sharp pains radiated straight to her crotch as
     she shuddered through a massive, long orgasm, her hips raising up  from
     the couch  as  the pleasure  racked  her  body. She  felt  the  wetness
     dripping from her crotch to the couch as she continued to draw pleasure
     from the movement of her fingers on her clit. She sighed as she  waited
     for the trip to end so that she could start her mission of pleasure.

         She got up from the couch and walked to the computer where she  had
     stored all  the information  she had  collected on  the previous  trip.
     Typing quickly, she asked the  computer to design the sexiest  clothing
     imagined by most men.  Turning to the closet at her side, she extracted
     the articles designed by the computer. She stripped off the plain green
     blouse and skirt and  removed her soaking  wet panties before  stepping
     into the  shower where  the  soothing, cleansing  rays of  the  Cleaner
     caressed her body, the tingling sensations causing her nipples and clit
     to again engorge with blood, erecting into sensitive buds of flesh.

         Before she again got  caught up in the  pleasures of her own  body,
     she shut down the Cleaner and stepped to the mirror where she  surveyed
     her own glorious body.  She  decided that her natural, long blond  hair
     should be in a pony tail so she instructed the Dresser to comb and  fix
     it so that it would  hang down to the small  of her back, swaying  back
     and forth as she walked.  Undecided as to the color of makeup,  polish,
     and eyeliner, she instructed the Dresser to consult with the  computer.
     She inserted each hand into the Dresser  and then put each of her  feet
     into the lower slots.  She admired the bright red polish on each  nail,
     and she especially liked the way it made her feet look as if sweet, red
     honey was  dripping from  her toes.  The Dresser  expertly applied  the
     liner and eyeshadow before painting her  lips with the same bright  red
     of her nails.   The lipstick  had been specially  formulated to  always
     remain wet and shiny  without rubbing off, and  she had been told  that
     there was  a chemical  included  that would  give extreme  pleasure  to
     either a human clit or a human cock whenever they came in contact  with
     her lips.

         Moving behind Galactic Girl, the Dresser pickup up the black  half-
     cup bra and expertly encircled her  body with the lingerie, hooking  it
     in the  back and  adjusting the  cups so  that it  caused her  "C"  cup
     breasts to be pulled  even higher and more  prominent.  She raised  one
     leg, then the other as the Dresser pulled the lacy black panties up her
     legs, covering the natural blond  hairs which framed, but didn't  cover
     her pussy.  As she wiggled her  ass, the crotch of the panties  climbed
     up into her slit, disappearing as  her pink lips poked moistly  between
     her long, firm  legs.  A  black garter belt,  black stockings, and  red
     sandals with 4 inch spike heels completed the underwear portion of  her
     outfit, and she instructed the Dresser  to wait while she took  another
     look at her body displayed in "everyman's" fantasy.  As she turned, she
     watched her long, firm legs and rounded  ass move as the high heels  of
     her sandals caused her pelvis to thrust forward, tightening the muscles
     of her back and stomach.  Her hand reached for her breasts and began to
     rub up  and down  over the  exposed  tit flesh,  the sensation  of  her
     fingers causing her nipples to harden and lengthen.

         Quickly the Dresser helped her don the black leather miniskirt  and
     bright red  satin blouse  before adding  ear rings,  necklace, and  her
     personal communicator (which looked just like a human watch.)  Spraying
     perfume between her firm breasts and rounded thighs, she knew that  she
     would have no problem attracting any man she saw. She had decided that,
     in order  to  contact the  dancer,she  would participate  in  something
     called "Amateur  Night" where  women came  from the  audience to  dance
     before the crowd.  She figured that this would be a good entre' to meet
     the dancer  and  become  friendly  (she was  planning  to  become  REAL
     friendly before the night was out.)

         When her space rocket landed, she decided that she would convert it
     into a standard human vehicle.  She instructed the rocket to  transform
     into a bright red  Corvette convertible, a car  she had admired on  her
     first trip.  As she drove swiftly to the club where the dancer  worked,
     she heard  whistles  from  appreciative  men as  her  long  blond  hair
     streamed behind her in the wind.  Since she was early for the  contest,
     she took a  seat at the  bar, letting her  right leg swing  as she  sat
     partially on the  seat sipping at  a Screw Driver.  As she watched  the
     faces of the men in the room, she realized that, by spreading her  legs
     only slightly, she  would put her  pretty blond pussy  on display.  She
     felt the  heat as  several eyes  riveted  on her  crotch, the  gaze  of
     several men causing other to turn their heads and stare straight up her
     miniskirt.  Deliberately,  she put her  drink on the  bar and  strutted
     down the room, her firm nipples tracing circular patterns on the  shiny
     red satin of her blouse  and her swaying hips  causing the edge of  the
     miniskirt to move up and down, partially revealing the soft white  skin
     of her thighs above the  black stockings.  When  she got to the  Ladies
     Room, she quickly entered a stall and locked the door. Before she could
     even sit down,  the fingers  of both  hands were  clinched between  her
     thighs, one  hand rubbing  her clit  furiously while  the other  rubbed
     further back, spreading her wetness into her puckered ass hole as first
     one, then two fingers penetrated the  sensitive dark hole.  She  nearly
     collapsed as a massive orgasm wracked her body, her knees weakening  as
     waves of pleasure washed throughout her being.

         The aroma of her  pussy juices filled the  room as she reached  for
     the paper to wipe up the fluids that ran down her firm thighs.  As  she
     stepped from the stall, the dancer was just coming out of the adjoining
     stall.

         "That must  have been  some orgasm  you had!  The entire  wall  was
     shaking when  you came.   What's  your name?  I haven't  seen you  here
     before."

         "Guess I just couldn't  wait," Galactic Girl said  as she tried  to
     quickly think of a name she could use. "Gigi. My name is Gigi and  I've
     just come into town and thought I'd enter the contest."

         "With that  outfit and  the pussy  smell, you'll  win without  even
     having to strip."

         Gigi was happy that she had met  the dancer, and she was sure  that
     in the next chapter she would get more involved.

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