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Prologue
i.
‘Do you know what would be fun?’
‘No. Tell me.’
‘Stealing a transporter band and going to Earth.’
‘You think it would be fun to break the law?’
‘Nah, I think it would be fun to go to Earth. I don’t care how we get there.’
‘Well, you go on your own then. I’m not getting involved. They’ll lock you up for life if they find out you’ve been to a forbidden planet. Especially the most forbidden planet in the galaxy.’
‘They’ll never know. We’ll be back before anyone realises we’re gone.’
‘Enough of the ‘we’. You’re on your own on this one. I don’t want anything to do with Earth.’
‘Oh, come on. You never want to do anything interesting. No-one will ever know. It’ll be great.’
‘I don’t care. I’m not interested.’
‘Yes you are. C’mon, you know what they say will happen to us – to our bodies – in Earth’s atmosphere.’
‘Yeah, I know what would happen. And that’s why it’s forbidden to go there.’
‘Well, think about it. It would be kind of like being a goddess. We’d be able to do whatever we wanted while we were there. Think of all those Earthers – all those things you could do…’
‘Yeah, yeah. It’d be great. But we just can’t do it, OK. I mean, we’d never be able to get away with it. Even if we got to Earth, had our laugh and came back, someone would find out and that would be that. No more entertainment for us.’
‘Listen, girl. I’ve got the whole thing worked out. I know where we can get a transporter band. We’ll be back before they know we’re gone.’
‘I don’t know, I mean…’
‘Think of what it’ll be like when we’re on Earth.’
‘Yeah, I know, but…’
‘-But nothing. You want to be bored here tonight or you want to be a goddess on Earth with me?’
‘Are you sure you know what you’re doing?’
”Course I’m sure. Relax. It’s not like we’d be committing one of the great crimes of history. It’s just a little bit of fun.’
ii.
‘Is that it?’
‘Haven’t you ever seen a transporter band before?’
‘Not until now. How’s it work?’
‘You just slip it on your wrist like a bracelet. I’ve already programmed it with the correct co-ordinates for Earth, so all I have to do is press this little button, and our adventure can start.’
‘But there’s two of us and only one band.’
‘It’ll transport both of us as long as we hold hands.’
‘And that’s all there is to it?’
‘Yup.’
‘And you’re sure no-one knows that you’ve got it?’
‘I’ll put it back before they know it’s missing.’
‘And they can’t detect that we’re using it or where we’re going with it or anything?’
‘I told you. I’ve got it all worked out. Now grab my hand and we’re off.’
‘I don’t know about this, Tara. I mean, what if we get caught?’
‘We won’t. I promise. C’mon, there’s too much to loose. Think about it, Lyda.’
‘We’re going to be back quick aren’t we? We won’t stay so long that someone notices we’re gone, will we?’
‘We’ll be back here before you know it. We’ll just stay long enough to get our kicks and then straight back. I swear.’
‘OK, OK. Let’s do it.’
Chapter One
i.
Rick was exhausted. It had just been one of those nights. Two fights, a fat old d***k with his pants round his ankles trying to dance on the bar, and the usual collection of sad cases who refused to go home at closing time. It had taken him half-an-hour to clear everyone out and forty minutes to clean up the empty glasses and spillages. At times like this, he wondered why he had ever thought running his own bar would be fun. He had imagined himself serving drinks to celebrities, listening to fascinating stories, meeting beautiful women. Instead, he was clearing up after a bunch of d***ken loosers. With a sigh, he bent down to pick up the contents of a spilled ashtray from the tatty carpet.
At first he thought he was hearing things. But he was soon sure that it was for real. A suppressed, girlish giggle, coming from somewhere behind him. He stood up and turned around. Rick was stunned. Two of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen in his life were standing in the middle of his bar. One was tall with light brown hair, the other a slightly shorter brunette. They were both wearing broad smiles on their angelic faces. He let his eyes scan down the girls’ full height. He couldn’t decide which one was more attractive.
Even though it was a bitterly cold night outside, they seemed to be dressed for the beach – each superbly modelling a skimpy two piece bikini. They both had fabulous figures, magnificent full breasts, tiny waists, shapely hips, long, immaculate legs. They might have stepped straight out of his most private fantasies. Suddenly, Rick remembered that the street door had been locked for over half an hour. There was no way these two dolls could have been in his bar unnoticed for that long unless they had snuck in and hidden in the women’s lavatory or something. It was as if they had suddenly materialised out of thin air. He wondered if he should confront them or just try some corny old line on them.
Before Rick had made his mind up, the taller girl turned to her colleague and said something in a language he didn’t recognise. Whatever it was, it was clearly amusing because both girls began to giggle again. Rick wondered if he was looking at two European supermodels on a photoshoot who had somehow stumbled into his bar. They were certainly more than attractive enough. ‘Can I help you ladies?’ he asked, trying to sound as cool as possible. That caused the beautiful pair to burst into even more giggles. He found himself staring at the two glorious bouncing chests, daring to believe that this might be his lucky night after all.
Now it was the dark haired, shorter one who spoke to her companion in the strange language. Her words prompted the brown-haired beauty to smile and then address Rick. He was surprised to hear that her English was flawless with no trace of a foreign accent. ‘Is this Earth?’ she asked.
‘What the fuck?…’ thought Rick.
ii.
Tara was hardly able to contain her excitement. It was all going so smoothly. The transporter band appeared to have worked perfectly. She and Lyda had materialised inside a dark room to be greeted by the sight of a man’s backside as its owner bent over to pick something off the floor. When the man stood to face them, she watched his eyes tracing the length of their bodies. Lyda had whispered to her ‘I can see his prick through his clothes!’ and Tara found that she too could clearly view the stranger’s rapidly expanding flesh under the fabrics he was wearing. So, it looked like the incredible stories she had heard were true, she and Lyda now had the ability to see through solid objects.
More wonders were revealed when she found herself speaking a foreign tongue as if it were her own. She wanted to ask the man if they truly were on Earth and the words just seemed to form themselves in her throat. This was amazing. But what of the other remarkable changes she had heard about – the incredible powers her people were supposed to possess while on Earth? Did they now have such fantastic abilities? Tara had to admit she certainly felt wonderful – lighter and fresher than she had ever felt before.
Lyda also felt great. She was so full of energy. It was terrific to be able to see a man’s skin even when he was wearing clothes and astounding to hear Tara speak the alien language and understand every word of it. She knew the stories about members of her race undergoing unbelievable transformations on Earth and she was beginning to believe them. She was glad she had allowed herself to be talked into accompanying her best friend. She was going to have a lot of fun here on Earth – provided of course, that this actually was Earth. After all, the man still hadn’t answered Tara’s question. She decided to try out the strange, new, language for herself. ‘My friend and I want to know what planet this is.’ she said.
iii.
Rick was flabbergasted. It wasn’t everyday two gorgeous girls in tiny, perfectly filled bikinis appeared from nowhere and asked what planet they were on. He decided it had to be some kind of joke, but he couldn’t think of anyone he knew who would arrange such a complicated gag. So, he played along. ‘Welcome to Earth, ladies.’ he said. ‘I’m Rick. Pleased to meet you. Do you want me to take you to my leader?’ Neither girl replied to his question, but the taller of the two did say something to the other in their mysterious language, so he added, ‘I’m sorry, I don’t speak alien.’ They continued to ignore him. Not knowing what he should say next, he tried ‘Hello? Beautiful space girls? Can you hear me?’.
iv.
So, this was Earth. Tara was delighted. She’d programmed the transporter band perfectly. Only one question remained now: just how much of the legend was true? Would she and Lyda really be goddesses on this planet? There was only one way to find out. She took a few steps forward, approaching a large, well-lit square device that was propped against one wall. As she approached the object, she saw its casing appear to melt away. She realised she was looking through it as she had done with the man’s – ‘Rick’s’ – clothes. Inside, she saw dozens of black plastic discs. They looked heavy. Back home, she knew she would be utterly unable to move such a device. ‘If the stories of Earth are accurate’, thought Tara, ‘I should be able to lift this.’
Tara walked up to the big square object and placed a hand on either side of it. She prepared herself for a strain as she tried to raise it off the ground. Lyda looked on fascinated. To Tara’s shock, the big object felt almost weightless. She threw it straight up into the air, catching it easily. ‘This is great!’ she told her friend. ‘Here, you try.’ and she tossed the device towards the dark haired girl. It turned out that the thing was attached to the wall by a thin, black cable, before it reached Lyda, the cable was stretched beyond its limit, producing a big, bright flash as it snapped in two. Lyda caught the box without making any significant effort.
Nodding her head in the direction of the spark Lyda commented, ‘It’s electric. They’re still using electricity here!’ then she threw the big contraption up in the air and caught it as her friend had done, adding ‘You’re right. It does feel incredibly light’. She noticed that the man was now staring at her with his jaw hanging open. Turning to her companion she said in their language ‘I think the stories are true. He seems amazed that I’m lifting this so easily.’ Tara looked at the broken cable. She took a couple of steps towards it and bent down to pick up the end that was still attached to the wall. As her hand touched the exposed metal filaments inside the cable, a series of sparks appeared.
Tara held the cable, broken bits of metal wire touching her palm, a look of curiosity on her gorgeous face as she studied the streaks of blue light emanating from it. She could feel the current running through her hand, up her arm and down her body. It felt terrific. The shock in the Earthman’s eyes seemed to increase as he stared at her. Tara smiled and turned to Lyda. ‘Judging by his reaction, ‘ she theorised, ‘I think he expects this electricity to be hurting me.’ Lyda placed the big device she was holding down on the ground and strode over to her friend.
‘Here, let me have a go’, she said, reaching out for the cable. The sparks flew once more as Lyda grabbed the live wire. ‘It’s lovely,’ she announced. ‘This place is amazing!’
‘Seems like it,’ agreed Tara, ‘but maybe that box is light and maybe the electricity here is different from back home. I think we have to do some more experimenting. We need to find something that’s the same here as it is back home. Something like….’ she looked around. Nothing seemed familiar. Nothing except… They both realised it at the same time.
‘Him!’ they said triumphantly in unison.
v.
Rick was frozen to the spot. If this was all some kind of big joke, then someone had gone to a lot of effort to make it seem very real indeed. It looked as if the two girls had played catch with his jukebox, tossing it around as if it were a beachball. He remembered when the music machine was first installed. Two big men had brought it in on a trolley. No-one had moved it even an inch since then, and yet these babes had thrown it into the air and caught it as if it were practically weightless. And the cable! They’d snapped it in two and taken turns to hold the exposed live wire. Rick had seen a man killed by mains electricity, but these two just chatted amongst themselves while grabbing the cable as if the voltage merely tickled them.
Something weird was going on. He wasn’t sure if it really was a joke after all. He looked at one girl and then the other. They were definitely beautiful. Stunning in fact. Neither of them appeared to have any more muscle than the average underwear model, so how had they managed to lift the jukebox? He stood and stared in utter confusion as the two strange young women discussed something, seeming to reach the same conclusion. Side by side, they started to walk towards him. ‘Umm.. great gag, ladies.’ he said nervously, ‘How’s it done? Mirrors? Secret wires? Err.. trapdoors?’ The girls ignored him, continuing their approach.
Rick found his attention torn between the incredible, subtle bounce of each of the two fabulous busts. It was as if the girls’ bikinis contained some sort of fantastic, gravity defying contraption. He’d never seen such large round breasts riding so high and proud on a young woman’s chest. He stared at the two flawless cleavages, noticing that there wasn’t a single blemish anywhere to be seen on either girl’s body, just smooth, perfect skin. They were incredible. They were also very close now, only a few steps away. Suddenly, he became very nervous. What if it had all been for real – no joke – and they had really thrown the heavy jukebox into the air? What did they want from him?
The two girls continued to walk towards him. Warily, he took a step backwards, trying to maintain the distance between them. They strode on, breasts bobbing so very erotically as they got ever nearer, so Rick took another step back and then another and another until he felt the base of his back pressing against the top of the bar and there was nowhere else to go except to the side.
vi.
Lyda smiled as she saw the Earthman backing away from her and Tara until he could go no further. She turned to her friend, and in their language, said sarcastically, ‘I think the big man is afraid of the two little girls!’ Tara laughed at this as they advanced together towards him. Realising he was about to be trapped, the man tried to make a sudden break to the side. Lyda flashed out her hand, grabbing hold of his arm. Both girls clearly heard the crunch of bone just before the man screamed. ‘I’ve broken his bones!’ said Lyda, delightedly, ‘Without even trying!’
Tara looked at the Earther, her face betraying an inner sense of amusement. ‘Let me try,’ she said, reaching across her friend to wrap her fingers around the man’s other arm. She gently squeezed her hand and was rewarded with the sound of more crunching bone and screaming. ‘Wow!’ she said. ‘Let go a moment. I want to see something.’ Lyda released his arm, whilst Tara maintained her grip. The taller girl bent her arm. To her utter joy, the big man’s heavy-looking frame came easily off the ground. She held his entire weight in her slender hand, listening to his whimpers of pain as he dangled by his busted arm. ‘This place is amazing!’ she said, letting go of the man. She watched as he fell to the ground, his legs giving way beneath him as he landed in a heap at the two girl’s feet.
Lyda bent down, and reached out for the wounded man, eager to discover for herself what it felt like to hold a much larger man off the ground. She took a one-handed grip on his clothes just under his chin and tugged. She couldn’t believe how easy it was to pull him up to his feet and then lift him off them. She stretched her arm upwards until his legs were dangling well off the floor and his head was almost touching the ceiling. Unable to use his arms, the man started trying to kick her. She saw his feet in their chunky covers crash against her thighs again and again but she felt almost nothing. ‘Put me down! Please!’ he begged through his tears of pain.
Lyda found it incredible that she could understand his language. Almost as incredible as the fact that his blows were doing little more than tickling her. She spoke directly to him. ‘You want me to put you down?’ she teased. ‘Alright then.’ Still holding him one-handedly well above the ground, she bent her arm slightly, bringing him a little closer to her face before pushing him away as she released him with a gesture similar to someone throwing a small projectile at a target.
She expected her gentle shove to send him backwards a few paces before he fell to the floor. Instead, she was stunned by the sight of the big man flying across the room. He was still rising as his back crashed against the far wall. His body slid downwards to the floor, leaving a large vertical red stain behind it, like the upper part of an exclamation mark. The bleeding crumpled heap on the ground beneath provided the point at the bottom of the punctuation.
vii.
Lyda had never killed anyone before. The ease with which she had taken the life of this ‘Rick’ shocked her. She had only intended to humiliate him, not murder him. It had been fun shattering his bones with just a gentle squeeze from her slender fingers, but killing him? And yet, she couldn’t control the growing sensation of power within her. She’d just ended the life of a far larger man with an effortless movement of one hand. It was a fascinating feeling. It was a wonderful feeling.
Tara looked at the busted corpse of the one who had called himself ‘Rick’ and then at her friend. She found the whole scene incredible. The easy way Lyda had killed the big man thrilled her. She felt a tingle of excitement shoot through her body. It felt like the first time she had been touched by a boy. The knowledge that she too possessed the amazing power that her companion had just demonstrated aroused her even further. Everything that she had heard about the planet Earth seemed to be true. Seeing Lyda looking nervously in her direction, she exclaimed ‘That was fantastic!’
‘But.. I killed him..’ said Lyda unsure.
‘With just a flick of your hand!’ enthused Tara. ‘Didn’t that feel great?’
‘Um.. I guess so – it was great when he was kicking me for all he was worth and I could hardly even feel it… but I didn’t mean to kill him.’
‘I know. It’s not your fault that you’ve – we’ve – got fantastic abilities now. And it’s not like back home – we’re on Earth now. We can do anything we want here and we’re only hurting Earthers. There’s loads of them anyway.’
‘I suppose so. It was fantastic to see him flying across the room. It made me feel really… powerful.’
‘Me too! I told you we’d be goddesses here.’
‘Yeah, you were right about that. I’m glad I came. But you also said that we’d be back home before anyone realised we were gone. You’d better get us back before it’s too late.’
‘Oh come on, Lyda. We’ve only just got here, only just started having fun. There’s probably loads more Earthers we could meet around here…’
‘Tara, I’m not getting myself a life sentence for the sake of a couple of extra moments. Just get us back now, before we get caught.’
‘OK, OK. Killjoy. I’ll get us back. Grab my hand and I’ll activate the transporter.’
viii.
Lieutenant Howser surveyed the remarkable scene. In twenty years of homicide investigations, he’d never seen anything like this. The bl**d stains showed that the barman’s body had hit the wall only a few feet below the ceiling and with enormous f***e. His bones had been shattered by the impact, breaking through his skin in a number of places. Something had also moved the jukebox which was now in the middle of the floor. The mains cable had been snapped in half, implying that the music machine had been moved with great power.
It was as if someone had come in with some kind of industrial machine using it lift the jukebox and kill the barman by throwing him against the wall. Yet there were no marks on the carpet consistent with any large machinery. There were also no signs of a f***ed entry, and more bizarrely, no sign of how the killer or killers had left. In fact, the door had been locked from the inside when the police had first arrived. A passing cabbie had spotted the carnage through the street window and they’d had to smash the glass to get in. Howser scratched his head. He could envisage this particular case remaining unclosed for a very long time.

Chapter Two
i.
‘So what are we going to do tonight?’
‘Well, we could hang around here and be little girls like we always do, or we could go to Earth and be goddesses again.’
‘No way, Tara. We got away with it once. I’m not risking it again.’
‘What risk? Like you said, we got away with it. I can get the transporter band again tonight just as easily. No-one will know anything about it.’
‘I don’t know, I mean…’
‘Of course you know. You know how good it felt to be on Earth, to have that incredible strength, to be able to see through things, to be able to do practically anything.’
‘Yeah, it felt good. But -‘
‘Lyda, I’ve been checking the legends about Earth. There’s loads of stuff that our people can do there that we never knew about last time. Amazing stuff. Stuff you’d never believe…’
‘Like what?
‘Well, remember when that ‘Rick’ was kicking you as hard as he could and you said you could hardly feel it?’
‘Yeah, that was great!’
‘You think that was great? According to what I’ve discovered, nothing can hurt us when we’re on Earth.’
‘What d’you mean ‘nothing’? ‘
‘Just that. You can get hit by huge rocks, or attacked by weapons and you almost don’t feel it at all. I mean, you can walk through fire without getting warm! And there’s more, too.’
‘More?’
‘You bet! We can move and do things thousands of times faster than normal. We can jump into the sky…’
‘Wow! Sounds cool.’
‘Too right it’s cool. And it goes on and on if you believe the legends. You know when you blow on something to cool it down?’
‘Yeah…’
‘Well, on Earth if you do that, you can turn water into ice! And you can knock a person off their feet with your breath…’
‘I don’t believe you.’
‘You don’t, eh? Why don’t you come with me tonight and find out for yourself if it’s all true or not.’
‘I don’t know, Tara. I -‘
‘Oh, come on! Don’t you want to at least know if the stories are true?’
‘Well, yeah. It’s just that I -‘
‘OK. That’s settled then. We’re going tonight.’
‘OK, OK. We’re going tonight.’
ii.
There were almost as many people in Rick’s Bar as there’d been on a good night while the owner had been alive. A uniformed police officer was on guard, blocking the street door, and another had been posted at the back where a steel door marked ‘Fire Escape’ lead to a dingy, narrow alley. Two middle-aged men and a slightly younger woman, all dressed in long white coats, were scouring every square inch of every surface, looking for a tiny clue that – they hoped – would explain the mystery. In one corner, Lieutenant Howser stood, looking around the room again and again as if he expected to notice something he hadn’t spotted already which would reveal everything.
Howser wasn’t a drinker or a d**g user. Even so, when he saw two beautiful young beach girls appearing from thin air in the middle of the bar, his first thought was that he was hallucinating. It was only when he heard one of the guys in white coats uttering an astonished ‘Jesus H Christ!’ that he realised his eyes weren’t deceiving him. Still in shock, the Lieutenant took in the startling sight of the two scantily-dressed babes, before his professionalism took over. ‘How the fuck did you get in here?’ he asked the girls angrily. They were, after all, trespassing on the site of a police investigation.
The two young women seemed as surprised to see the police team as Howser was to see them. The girls looked at each other for a moment, before exchanging a few words in a language the Lieutenant didn’t recognised. Then the shorter, dark-haired one turned to him and spoke in a sweet melodic voice, revealing two sets of white teeth as perfect as her face and her body. ‘We’re from another planet. We’re just visiting.’ she said, deadpan.
This annoyed Howser. He was in the middle of investigating what looked like a particularly brutal murder and these two chicks were playing games. Beautiful or not, he was not prepared to take crap from them. Nonetheless, if they had discovered some secret way into the bar, they might just be able to give him some kind of idea how the killer or killers had fled. ‘Look, k**s,’ he said through clenched teeth, ‘a man was killed here last night. So why don’t you just tell me how you got in here. Otherwise, you can come with me to the station and tell me there.’
Now it was the other girl’s turn to speak. ‘Who are you?’ she asked, innocently.
‘I’m the guy who’s asking you how you got in here.’ replied the Lieutenant, angrily.
‘Why?’
‘Because I’m a Lieutenant of the Police and I believe you have some information which may be relevant to a homicide case. Now answer the question, goddamit!’
The taller girl smiled at him, seemingly unaffected by the urgent tone of his voice. ‘It doesn’t matter how we got in here.’ she said, matter-of-factly.
‘Jesus Christ, girl!’ exclaimed Howser, exasperated. ‘There may well be a killer on the loose. Don’t tell me what’s relevant. Just tell me how you got in here!’
‘Oh,’ said the girl with the light brown hair, ‘why didn’t you say you were looking for the killer? She’s right here.’ and she nodded her head in the direction of her companion.
iii.
Lyda and Tara had been surprised to find the room full of people when they materialised on Earth. It didn’t take them long to figure out what the strangers were doing, Lyda had almost immediately pointed out ‘They’re trying to find out what happened to that Rick.’
‘Let’s tell them, then.’ Tara had said. And now she had told them. The only problem was the one who was obviously in charge of the group didn’t seem to believe her. Like the others, he was just staring at her and Lyda.
‘I’ve had enough of this.’ said the Earther. ‘Either you answer my questions or I get Jenkins here – ‘ he indicated one of the other men standing near what looked like some kind of door – ‘to arrest you both.’
‘But she’s just told you,’ said Lyda, smiling, ‘I’m the one you’re looking for.’
‘Jenkins!’ said the Earthman as the one called Jenkins began to walk towards them.
‘Don’t you believe that she killed the one called Rick?’ asked Tara, innocently. ‘Let me show you how she did it.’
The one called ‘Jenkins’ had now reached the two girls. Standing in front of them, he began to fiddle with some sort of metal contraption on his waist. Tara wasted no time beginning her demonstration. She extended her right arm and grabbed hold of the man’s clothes as Lyda had done to Rick. Before her victim could react, she raised her arm, lifting him completely off the ground, finding it hard to believe how light the big man felt. Then she bent her arm before launching the man called Jenkins towards the far wall.
Tara had underestimated her strength dramatically. The man’s body dissolved in gore as it hit the wall, cracks appearing all around the point of impact as pieces of material broke off. Chunks of flesh and bone were spattered all around the room. Tara found it all simultaneously disgusting and exciting. The sight of the big man’s guts splayed over the wall sickened her briefly, but the thought that she had caused so much devastation so casually gave her a tremendous thrill of power. She turned to the one who had been asking so many questions. ‘Now do you believe me?’ she inquired, sweetly.
iv.
Howser could not comprehend what he had just witnessed. He could have sworn he’d seen the slim girl one-handedly lift Jenkins off the ground and then throw him against a wall so violently that his body has exploded on impact. He knew it couldn’t possibly be true – it was all some kind of trick. And yet, it made perfect sense that this was, as the girl had said, how the bartender had been killed. And the girls’ mysterious arrival made him wonder about the lack of evidence of any f***ed entry or exit by the perpetrator or perpetrators. But it was all too… impossible. He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of a service revolver clicking. The other officer had drawn his weapon and was pointing it at the two mysterious girls.
‘Put your hands in the air!’ barked the officer.
‘You can’t talk to a goddess like that!’ responded the dark-haired beauty, clearly impressed by what her colleague had just done.
‘Put your hands in the air!’ the officer repeated.
‘She just told you not to talk to us like that.’ answered the other girl, sternly.
Howser finally snapped into action, whipping out his own revolver and waving it from the centre of one girl’s bikini-clad chest to the other’s. Even in his confused and shocked state, he had to admit, they were magnificent chests. ‘Enough of this crap.’ he stated. ‘I’m gonna count to three and if you haven’t got your hands in the air by the time I say three I’m gonna start shooting. One…’
v.
Tara thought for a moment about activating her transporter band and taking herself and Lyda out of there. The tone of the Earthling’s ultimatum sounded severe. But then she remembered the stories of invulnerability that she had related to her friend earlier. This was the perfect opportunity to discover once and for all if those stories were based in fact. And, she thought, it would be just too wonderful if they were. She glanced at Lyda. Her face betrayed not a hint of anxiety. So, they would stay. ‘Ooh! Are those weapons?’ she taunted.
‘Two…’ said the Earthling. The three characters in white coats suddenly sprang up as one and darted behind the long high table at one end of the room. Their fear reminded her of her fantastic new powers, and filled her with confidence.
‘Three!’ Neither girl moved. Then Tara heard two simultaneous bangs, and realised that the weapons had been fired. She saw Lyda become a momentary blur in front of her. Then her friend was by her side once more, holding two shiny metal objects in her hand.
‘It’s true!’ Lyda said in their language, delighted with herself.
‘What?’ asked Tara.
‘We can move at incredible speeds here. Look I caught these projectiles mid-flight! And they didn’t even hurt me!’
‘Let me try.’ said Tara. And she then became a blur to Lyda, resolidifying next to the one who had ordered them to put up their hands. ‘Wow!’ enthused Tara, before becoming a blur and reappearing next to her friend once more. ‘It’s amazing!’
vi.
Officer Murphy blinked. He was sure he and the Lieutenant had each fired a shot at the two gorgeous girls. He thought he had seen the dark-haired one become a kind of smear for an instant. Then he had seen her holding what looked like two bullets. After that, he thought the brown-haired one had appeared next to him for a second before reappearing by her comrade’s side once again. This was all too weird. Frightened by his lack of understanding of the situation, he fired off three more shots directly at the taller young woman’s chest, expecting her to fall to the ground instantly.
She did not fall. She didn’t move so much as a hairbreadth. She didn’t even appear to flinch. Murphy heard the sound of his bullets ricocheting off the girl’s stunning body, as if he had fired at a thick sheet of steel. He saw her generous left breast bouncing ever so slightly as it took a direct hit. He heard the incredible girl excitedly saying something to her friend and he saw the three spent and bent slugs s**ttered on the barroom floor. Both girls had now turned their faces to him. Two wonderfully bright, natural smiles shone his way. He felt terrified.
vii.
‘These little bits of metal feel wonderful!’ was what Tara informed Lyda as one of them struck her breast, sending a tingle across her whole torso. She looked at the Earthling whose weapons had caused the delicious sensation, as did Lyda. Neither girl was able to suppress a grin – the feeling of power from the knowledge that they were immune to the weapon was too just to great.
‘Hey!’ said Lyda to the now visibly shaking man with the firearm, ‘Have you got some of those for me too?’
‘I have, bitch’. It was the other one that spoke now, the one who had been asking all the questions earlier. The girls turned to look at him, still smiling. He raised his weapon and released a series of shots, all aimed at Lyda’s head.
Lyda watched the little pellets as they seemed to float towards her. She thought about catching them as she had done earlier, but changed her mind when she remembered Tara’s comment on the way the things felt when they hit her. Instead, she held herself perfectly still, letting the tiny missiles strike her one after the other. She did not let her grin flicker for even an instant as the little lumps of metal deformed against her soft, immaculate skin before rebounding harmlessly away. One struck her forehead, another her cheekbone. The next hit her on the bridge of the nose and the final one impacted on her top lip. Lyda had to admit. They felt nice. ‘You’re right!’ she said, ‘They do feel good.’
‘Then,’ said Tara, her eyes twinkling with anticipation, ‘why don’t we do something to thank these guys?’
‘Oh, Tara! That’s a lovely idea. What did you have in mind?’
‘Well, seeing as this one used his weapon against me,’ Tara pointed to the man standing by the door, ‘and this one -‘ she pointed to the questioner, ‘- used his against you, I think we should each thank them in person.’
‘What a sweet gesture. I’ll go first.’
viii.
Murphy watched in transfixed amazement as the two girls discussed something amongst themselves. A shudder ran down his spine as the taller one pointed first at him and then at his Lieutenant as she talked. He didn’t like this situation at all. He started liking it even less when the girls seemed to come to a decision and the shorter, dark-haired one turned towards him and took a few steps in his direction, smiling sweetly as strode, her chest moving autonomously from her body, bobbing hypnotically with every pace. He stared at her gorgeous jiggling mounds for a few moments before his fear got the better of him and he started to back away from her.
The absurdity of the situation dawned on the officer as he edged nervously backwards. Here he was, a big, fit man – a trained policeman in full uniform, his pistol in his hand, and he was cowardly backing away from a young, slim girl who was wearing nothing but a tiny bikini, and was completely unarmed. Yet he had seen this girl catch bullets in her hand. He’d even seen her grin as she bounced them off her face. He’d watched in disbelief as her friend had killed his colleague by lifting him off the ground and throwing him against a wall – all with just one slender arm. There was no point denying it. Murphy the big cop was very, very scared of this beautiful, slim, young woman.
The officer took a few more steps back, trying to maintain the distance between himself and the advancing girl. Suddenly, his back hit the closed door of the bar and he could retreat no further. He looked at the young woman who was now only a few strides from him. He felt beads of sweat forming on his forehead as she quickly closed the gap until she was standing just a foot away from him. Murphy couldn’t help but looking down at her magnificent cleavage, displayed to full advantage by the girl’s brief bikini. Despite his fear, he found himself marvelling at the roundness and apparent firmness of her ripe breasts.
‘So, you like me?’ taunted the dark-haired beauty, swinging her chest slightly as she spoke.
‘I.. I..’ Murphy stammered helplessly.
‘Can’t you speak?’ she continued to tease, making the undulating movement of her breasts even more pronounced. ‘Or is that just the effect I have on you?’
‘No.. Wha.. I…’
‘Oh, you poor creature. You can’t even talk. Let me kiss you better.’
ix.
Lyda lazily placed an arm on each of the man’s shoulders. Then she pressed down gently. A look of surprise came over his face, followed by one of shock as she pushed down, forcing him to bend his knees. He tried to push against her with his legs, but found her strength utterly irresistible. With both his hands, he grabbed her wrists, trying to remove her hands from him, but all his efforts proved totally ineffective. Her slender arms did not move at all, except to f***e him down further. She stopped pushing when his face was level with hers. Tilting her head slightly, she leant towards him, her lips puckered in preparation of meeting his.
The man turned his head away from hers. ‘I thought you liked me.’ she said in mock disappointment. She removed her left hand from his right shoulder, easily shaking off his grip from her wrist. Lyda was delighted to see that she could hold him in place with just one hand on his other shoulder as effortlessly as she had done it with two. With her free hand, she gently cupped his chin, turning his face back towards her. She could see his neck muscles bulging as he tried to fight against her, but his struggles once again proved futile. It gave Lyda a tremendous thrill to see the much bigger man utterly unable to fight against her vastly superior strength.
Lyda leaned towards the taller man and, still holding his chin, pulled his face to hers. Then she parted her lips slightly and planted them on his. He placed both his hands on her shoulders, desperate to push her away, grunting with the effort. The dark-haired young woman remained completely immobile. She opened her lips a little further, pressing them against his face, forming a seal around his mouth. With the man still struggling without effect, Lyda began to inhale slowly and deeply.
His eyes bulged wide in astonishment and his efforts to f***e her away from him became desperate. Lyda continued to breathe in, her mouth locked on his. The look in his eyes became panicky and the colour began draining from his face. Quickly, his struggles grew weaker. She kept on drawing air into her lungs. His eyeballs seemed to be about to pop out of his head. His complexion was now a bluish white, and his arms hung redundantly by his sides. Lyda heard a muffled squelching sound and tasted bl**d in her mouth. Instantly, the man’s eyes became dull.
She stopped inhaling, taking her lips off of his and bringing the kiss to an end before removed her hands from her victim. His body seemed to fold up on itself as it became a heap on the floor. Lyda looked down at him and smiled. She had enjoyed the taste of his bl**d as much as she had enjoyed sucking the life out of his large, male body. What a feeling – to have collapsed a man’s lungs just by kissing him! She turned to face Tara, who was looking on approvingly. In their language, so that the remaining Earthlings wouldn’t understand her, she spoke to her friend. ‘So this is how it feels to be a goddess!’
‘Pretty cool, huh?’ said Tara.
‘You bet. So, what are you going to do with -‘ she pointed to the one who had asked all the questions earlier – ‘him?’
‘Hmm… I think I’m going to try something else.’
x.
Having now witnessed two of his men being killed by the two incredible girls – one of them ‘kissed’ to death! – Lieutenant Howser was obeying his survival instinct. He’d seen them both take direct pistol hits without even frowning. He’d seem them each take a life without hesitation. He just didn’t want to be anywhere near them. Slowly, he was inching away from them, trying to reach the street door unobserved. He shot a nervous glance towards the two young women and found that his plan had failed. The taller, lighter-haired one was now walking slowly towards him. His mind filled with fear as he recalled what her friend had just done to Officer Murphy.
Howser whipped a fresh clip from his jacket pocket and reloaded his pistol. ‘Stop right there!’ he shouted at the beautiful semi-naked girl who was strolling in his direction. She smiled, looking him straight in the eyes and, continuing to walk, said simply,
‘No.’
The lieutenant panicked. He emptied the new clip at her, staring in disbelief as the bullets failed even to interrupt her stride. He saw her right breast wobble very slightly when it took a direct hit, and was pretty certain he spotted her blink when one shot impacted dead centre on her eyeball, but that was all his weapon managed to achieve. Desperate to avoid the sort of fate his two officers had met, he turned and ran for the door. Suddenly, he felt his neck and his body jerking backwards and he wasn’t running anymore.
xi.
Tara easily caught up with the fleeing man before he’d even managed to take three full steps. Reaching out with her left arm, she grabbed the back of his neck, lifting his whole body off the ground as if he were weightless. He immediately started to panic, his arms and legs thrashing about wildly. When he did manage hit her, his blows felt like caresses to Tara. She twisted her wrist, causing the big man’s dangling frame to turn so that he was now facing her, her forehead level with his chest. He looked down at her, his terrified eyes growing large as he blatantly stared at her chest. ‘Please! Don’t hurt me!’ he begged.
It was the first time in Tara’s life that a big man had ever begged her for mercy. She found the novel experience incredibly arousing. Her feeling of power overwhelmed her. She smiled her broadest smile, showing off her perfect white teeth. The man didn’t even notice her grin with his head lowered and his eyes, taking advantage of their excellent vantage point, glued to her cleavage. ‘Please!’ he continued to plead, addressing his supplications – it seemed to Tara – not to her face, but to her breasts. His obvious obsession gave her an idea. Her smile took on a wicked quality.
‘So, you like staring at my chest, Earthman.’ she observed. ‘Why don’t you take a closer look?’ And, with her hand firmly holding the back of her neck, she brought his face downwards until his feet were back on the ground and then further still until she f***ed him to bend his knees. He tried to kick her shins a few times, but gave up when he saw that he was causing himself far more discomfort than he was making for her. He had a few goes at punching her stomach, yelling with pain as the bones in first his right and then his left fists crumpled on impact with her impossibly firm abdominal muscles. That seemed to be the end of his physical resistance. He began to beg again, his voice distorted by tears.
‘Oh, did I make you cry?’ asked Tara in a cruel, mocking tone. ‘I’m sorry.’ Then, she drew his head a little closer to her body until she could feel the warmth of his breath on the exposed flesh of her breasts. ‘Let me hold you till you feel better.’ she said, sarcastically. She began pushing his head towards her cleavage. Perhaps realising what she was about to do, the man reacted by placing his battered hands on her ribs and trying to push himself away from her. The pain of his worthless strain soon became too great and his hands fell away. He began a pathetic whimper.
‘Please… No… Don’t… Please…’
‘Oh, come on. You know you like my chest. Surely such a big man can’t be afraid of a little girl’s lovely soft breasts?’ she taunted in reply. As she spoke, she pushed his head towards her until his chin was touching her bikini and his nose was inside her cleavage. Then she pulled him further, marvelling in the sensation as her well-rounded chest seemed to give very slightly for a moment as his face was pressed against the inside of her mounds. His pleading became muffled as his mouth was pushed up against her sternum.
‘Can you hear that?’ Tara said to Lyda in the Earth language so that her victim would understand. ‘He’s trying to tell me how much he likes it in there. How sweet of him!’ The man’s stifled moans and pleas reached a new intensity. He tried to batter her sides with his arms, his hands clearly too painful to be used against her. Tara saw large, dark bruises already forming on his forearms and wrists as the blows she could hardly even feel began to take their toll.
‘Look – he’s trying to hug you now.’ Lyda observed cruelly, still speaking in the Earthman’s language. ‘Why don’t you hug him back?’
These last remarks only served to make the trapped man’s actions more frantic, he reached his damaged arms high in an attempt to strike her head. From his stifled reaction, Tara could tell that he found her skull even harder than he had found her stomach. Out of sheer desperation, he drove his bent knee into her groin with all his remaining strength. Tara smiled as the sound of crunching kneecap momentarily filled the room, only to be replaced by a continuous muffled scream of agony. She could feel the large male’s hot tears dripping onto her smooth flat belly. She revelled for a moment in the knowledge that this big man was completely at her mercy.
Tara looked down at her delicate, feminine hand on the back of the Earthling’s skull which was effortlessly holding his head imprisoned between her large, firm breasts. She grinned broadly as she gently pushed his head against her chest. Evidently, there was no more give in her bosoms. His already stifled moan was silenced and his struggles ceased. She increased the pressure slightly, pressing the sides of her victim’s face against her silky flesh with frightening f***e. Tara continued to push him against her until almost half of the man’s head was buried in her cleavage, his ears now wedged impossibly firmly between her full round mounds.
It was then that Tara discovered that an Earthman’s hard skull was no match for her own soft breasts. She heard the thick bone beginning to crack and instantly stopped pressing. She knew now that she could easily crush his heavy masculine head to pulp against her big feminine chest and she had no desire to prove the point by covering herself in gore. Besides, it was clear that the creature was now dead, he could be of no more interest to her anyway. Tara removed her hand from the back of the lifeless man’s skull and was surprised to see that his limp body did not immediately fall to the ground. She had wedged his head so tightly between her breasts that they were now supporting his entire weight.
Tara was amazed and thrilled by the sheer power of one of the softest, most feminine parts of her anatomy. She could barely even feel the big man’s bulk as it was completely supported by her chest. She grinned broadly at Lyda as she took a one-handed hold of the back of the Earther’s neck and pulled his corpse out of her cleavage, finally letting it collapse to the ground. ‘That was incredible!’ she told her friend.
‘Our tits must be harder than steel here!’ enthused Lyda, clearly impressed by what she had just witnessed. Tara brought her hands up to her chest and gently cupped herself, her fingers dimpling the flawless flesh through her bikini top.
‘They feel as soft as ever to me.’ she informed her companion.
‘Not to him they didn’t’ Lyda replied amusedly, indicating the crumpled body lying at Tara’s feet.
‘This place is fantastic!’ declared the taller, lighter-haired girl.
‘You’re telling me.’
‘It’s like it’s all been created just for us to have fun.’
‘Yeah – I can’t believe no-one else had done this before.’
‘Done what?’
‘Stolen a transporter band and come here.’
‘Transporter band! Fuck, Lyda! We’ve gotta get back before anyone notices what we’re up to!’
‘Yeah, you’re right. But, what about the other three Earthlings?’
xii.
Crouched behind the bar, the three members of the forensic team listened in shock to the events taking place a few yards away. They did not need to be able to see the incredible action unfolding to know that the two mysterious girls had somehow survived being shot at and that they had killed Lieutenant Howser and the two uniformed officers. Howser’s muffled screams of agony had caused them all to shudder. None of them had ever experienced anything even remotely like this before.
They were scientists, they dealt with the aftermath of crime. They had received no training in facing actual criminals. None of them had any idea what action they should now take. They were all terrified. The two men and the woman looked at each other, their faces betraying their fear. They dared not even communicate by whisper, hoping that by remaining silent, their presence would pass unnoticed by the two unbelievable strangers. They stayed perfectly still, breathing as quietly as they could. The young woman began to weep noiselessly. One of her older male colleagues placed a comforting arm around her shoulder, putting the index finger of his other hand to his lips to remind her not to make any sound.
xiii.
‘Well, what about them?’ Tara asked Lyda, pointing with her thumb to the long table at the end of the room. Both girls stared at the block of wood, their remarkable eyes giving them a perfect view through the table, revealing the crouching trio. At the same time, they listened to the sound of breathing which seemed loud and clear to their hypersensitive ears.
‘There isn’t time.’ Lyda said anxiously.
‘But, we can’t just leave them.’ protested Tara.
‘OK – but no games. We gotta hurry.’
‘Don’t worry. I got an idea. Something I read about back home…’
Tara took a deep breath, making her already impressive chest rise even further. Then she pursed her lips as if she was about to kiss an invisible lover. Leaning forward slightly towards the long table, she exhaled through her puckered mouth. She was rewarded by the sound of rushing wind. The jet of air produced by her unearthly lungs tore the huge block of wood off its moorings, forcing it backwards with tremendous f***e. The table smashed against the wall behind it, shattering into an uncountable number of pieces. Tara stopped blowing. Neither she nor Lyda needed to wait for the dust to clear. They could both easily spot the crushed bodies of the three Earthlings amongst the debris, their white coats covered with growing dark red stains.
‘Wow.’ understated Lyda. The sight of her friend killing three people and destroying the huge heavy table with nothing but her breath was amazing. Tara too was impressed with her feat.
‘So, it’s true.’ she observed. ‘It’s all true. Everything they say about our people when we’re on Earth is true. This is absolutely brilliant!’
‘You bet it is! Now get us back home before we get caught.’
‘Alright. Here goes.’ said Tara, pressing a little button on her wrist band.
xiv.
To the first officer on the scene, it looked like a bomb had gone off in Rick’s barroom. The entire wooden bar had been shattered to pieces, crushing and partly burying three members of a police forensic team in the process. There were two other corpses – the bodies of an officer and a lieutenant – littered on the ground. The officer’s cause death of was a mystery at first. Later, a pathologist would declare that it was as if all the air had been violently sucked out of his body by a vacuum pump so that his lungs had collapsed and torn.
The verdict on the lieutenant, meanwhile, stated that he had probably died when his skull had been crushed between two mysterious, hard, round objects. His arms were covered in bruises. The bones in both his hands and one of his knee caps had been pulverised as if he had tried to beat up a brick wall. Back at Rick’s, the horrifying remains of another officer were discovered coating one wall. Even more gore had been splattered on the floor nearby. Whatever had thrown him against the wall had done it with so much f***e that it took a day just to reassemble his jaw so that he could be identified.
Not one of the dozens of investigators appointed to the case had ever encountered anything similar. They were all utterly bamboozled. There wasn’t even a single clue to indicate who or what had carried out the killings. Privately, amongst themselves, a few of the experts admitted that there was more than a hint of the supernatural about it all. Or, if not the supernatural, then, at the very least, the unearthly.

Chapter Three
i.
‘So, are we going to Earth again tonight?’
‘I’m not sure, Lyda.’
‘You’re not sure? You’re always the one pushing me! What’s happened?’
‘I only just got the transporter band back in time last night. I – we were moments away from a life sentence. I was absolutely shit scared for a while.’
‘Fuck, Tara! I had no idea. So you went from being an invulnerable goddess to being shit scared. Quite a night, eh?’
‘It’s not funny, girl. I don’t think I could take that again.’
‘You won’t have to. We’ll come back quicker this time.’
‘Now who’s pushing who? I said I wasn’t sure.’
‘Come on Tara. Remember how good it felt being attacked by those funny little weapons?’
‘Sure. But-‘
‘And what about that guy you killed just by pushing his face between your tits? That must’ve been fantastic!’
‘Yeah it was, but-‘
‘And what you did with your breath at the end – smashing that huge table on those three Earthers – don’t tell me you don’t want to try that again. I know I do.’
‘OK. You win. It’s just too boring around here anyway. I hate it.’
‘Yeah me too.’
‘But we’ve got to get back quicker than we did last time, alright?’
‘Yeah, sure. Alright.’
ii.
The familiar room was completely dark when Tara and Lyda materialised, but neither girl had any difficulty seeing. To be fair, they didn’t seem to have much difficulty doing anything on Earth. The large transparent panels that made up one of the four walls had been covered by some sort of brown material, about the thickness of a finger. The mess that they had left behind – the shattered table, the bodies, the bl**d – had all been cleared away, leaving an almost featureless square space.
‘Shit!’ exclaimed Lyda. ‘No-one and No-thing to have any fun with. This is as bad as being at home.’
‘We’ll have to go outside of this little room, then.’ Tara answered.
‘Which way?’
‘Well, doesn’t that look like a door to you?’ asked Tara, indicating a long, oblong steel panel with a green sign attached to it. ‘I can see something like a corridor on the other side. And… and there’s someone there I think.’
‘Oh yeah. It’s a man. He’s pissing!’ Neither of the girls was even surprised by the ability to see through solid objects anymore. Lyda went on ‘So how do we operate this door then?’
‘You’re a goddess. Figure it out.’
‘Hmm…’ Lyda strolled up to the panel, her face a picture of curiosity. Tentatively, she reached out with her right arm. ‘Perhaps,’ she said, ‘you just push it.’
iii.
Jake was on his way home after a long night’s drinking. He used to always stop off at Rick’s at the end of a binge, but Rick’s was closed now. He’d been shocked when he’d read in the paper about what had happened to Rick. Of course, the incredible events that took place in the bar a few days later were now the talk of the town. Still, Jake badly needed a piss and the alley behind Rick’s was as good a place as any. He swayed too and fro as he watered the brickwork, a crumpled cigarette butt hanging from his lips. In the darkness of the alley, he didn’t notice that he was splashing his shoes quite badly.
He was just shaking off the last few drops, muttering to himself in the time-honoured way of a d***k man, when he heard a tremendous crash as if something had exploded. He barely managed to look in time to see the heavy steel fire-exit door of Rick’s Bar flying across the alley. The thick sheet of solid metal smashed into the far wall, knocking a hole in it with the efficiency of a wrecking ball. In the darkness, Jake couldn’t see that the door had penetrated a dozen yards into the deserted travel agency opposite Rick’s, shattering a couple of bulky wooden desks.
His first thought was that there’d been some sort of gas explosion, but then he remembered the incredible events that had taken place inside Rick’s in the past week, and he suddenly became terrified. ‘Maybe,’ he considered, ‘the place is haunted.’ He let what was left of his cigarette fall from his mouth and began running towards the end of the alley. His impaired co-ordination caused him to stumble a few times, and each time he uttered a monosyllabic expletive. Suddenly, he became aware of sounds behind him, making his fear increase so that he could feel the pounding of his heart in his throat. He kept running and tripping, his eyes fixed on the sidewalk, struggling in the darkness to see if there were any obstacles on the ground.
iv.
‘Well that’s got it open!’ joked Tara after her friend’s one-handed shove had ripped the big metal door from its frame and sent it hurtling straight through another wall.
‘I love this planet.’ answered Lyda, hugely aroused by her own remarkable strength.
‘I see,’ said Tara, changing the subject as they stepped through the now wide-open doorway, ‘that our friend doesn’t want to wait for us.’ Both girls watched the Earthman who had been relieving himself now staggering away from them. Neither of them had any trouble seeing his retreating form, despite the darkness.
‘Perhaps we should be waiting for him.’ Lyda suggested.
‘What d’you mean?’
‘This. Follow me.’
v.
Jake had almost made it to the end of the alley. He began to relax as the sanctuary offered by the street ahead grew within reach. His head was still bowed as he scanned the ground for anything that might cause him to fall before he reached the well-lit safety up ahead. A quick glance up revealed that he was only a few yards from his goal. Almost tripping on a discarded polythene bag full of junk, he bent his head downwards once more, resuming his search for obstacles. As he did so, something that felt like an abnormally strong and unexpected gust of wind passed on either side of him, reminding him of his supernatural fears once more. He quickened his pace as much as he could, his mind, like his heart and his legs, racing.
‘Almost there now,’ thought Jake, ‘Almost th-‘. Suddenly, his head was full of stars. It was as if he’d run into a brick wall that had miraculously and instantly materialised across the mouth of the alley. The impact stunned him completely, knocking him to the ground. Before he could open his eyes, he felt a trickle of bl**d on his cheek and knew immediately that he’d cut himself just above the left eye. His head swam. ‘What the fuck?’ he mumbled as he tried to blink his eyes open. He was still too far from the lights of the street up ahead and his vision was blurred from his concussion. As well as that, the damaged flesh above his eye was beginning to swell, restricting his sight still further. It took him quite a few seconds to focus, but when he did, it was well worth the effort.
Lying on the street a few feet from the sidewalk, his head still fogged, Jake gradually realised that he was staring at a pair of ankles. He’d expected to see a brick wall, but he was looking at ankles. Naked ankles! Naked and feminine. And a set of bare feet. Straining his neck, he began to look upwards. The ankles were connected to two magnificent, long, legs. A young woman’s legs. These were crowned by smooth rounded thighs. ‘Christ!’ he thought, ‘She’s wearing a bikini!’ In the next few seconds, as he continued to look up and up, his bl**dshot eyes were treated to the most glorious view they’d ever encountered. She was more beautiful than he would have imagined was possible.
Jake was confused. Partly by the awe-inspiring sight of the stunning girl and partly because he was certain that he’d run into something incredibly hard, not a slim young woman. Surely it wasn’t possible that he’d knocked himself out on a beach babe? His confusion increased when he suddenly noticed that the girl was not alone. Standing next to her was another fantastically attractive woman, taller than the other and with lighter hair but with a similarly unbelievable figure squeezed into a similarly skimpy bikini.
Jake blinked a couple of times, his wounded eye already almost completely closed by swelling. And, not surprisingly under the circumstances, another part of his body was beginning to swell as well, despite the alcohol in his bl**dstream. He looked at one girl’s face and then the other’s and then he looked at each one’s chest. Where had they come from? Weren’t they cold wearing hardly any clothes at night? How had he been knocked down? Did these two have anything to do with the mysterious wind he had felt when he was running out of the alleyway? He turned to the shorter, dark-haired girl. ‘Are… are you ghosts?’ he asked.
‘No.’ she replied flatly, ‘We’re goddesses.’
vi.
It had been Lyda’s idea to run past the Earthman and confront him face to face. He had moved so slowly that they were able to overtake him without even trying. Lyda had been overjoyed to see that he wasn’t looking where he was going, his head bowed as he ran. She had positioned himself directly in his path, letting him run straight into her breasts. She had almost laughed out loud when the impact knocked him to the ground, his eye visibly wounded by her soft bosom. ‘These Earthers are pathetic!’ she had thought to herself, as he seemed to take an age to regain consciousness and realise just what he had crashed into. And then, he had asked her and Tara if they were apparitions!
‘Stand up.’ Lyda instructed the Earthman.
‘Wha..?’ he wheezed, still grogy from the blow to his head.
‘Stand up.’
‘Who the fuck are you?’ His pride had clearly made a full recovery.
‘I’m a goddess and I’m telling you to stand up.’
‘Fuck you.’ He made no effort to move, remaining in the road, lying prostrate at Lyda’s feet. She smiled down on him as if he’d just complimented her on her appearance. Then she slowly drew back one of her delicate bare feet before swinging it forward and planting her toes under his ribs. The f***e of her casual kick lifted the Earthling’s body off the ground and sent it flying twenty paces away where it crashed back down in an ungainly heap. Lyda knew straight away that he wa