Phantom of Seduction: Aananda

Scott and I didn't get out much because of our occupations; he is my Chief Operating Officer. When we did, we were like two wild animals escaping from the zoo. We made sure to make our way to happy hour every chance we got. Last night we got that chance.

The bar we went to sat snuggled in between a clothing store and a pizza parlor that knew me on a first name bases. They were always having live music, good food and overall good vibes. Scott entered this world one decade before me. He is a vacuous looking dude with an astute personality that always won the ladies over. Sort of reminded me of a white Steve Urkile. We had become extremely close, so close in fact, that he would have definitely been invited to the cookout.

Dodging spilled drinks, we made our way to the back of the bar and got our usual booth, hidden from view. An unfamiliar woman than approached our table.

"Hello gentlemen. Would you like to try tonight's special?" Her words were freakishly articulate, her voice sounded mechanic, and her body was as straight as a ruler. She stood there stiff like a morning wood freshly off the conveyor belt of a factory.

Scott didn't hesitate to answer, "No thank you dear. I'm the designated driver tonight." He chuckled as he spoke.

I continued looking down at my phone and gave no reply.

"And you sir. Would you like to try tonight's special?" she repeated.

"Not right now. Maybe later" I said.

"Okay. I'll come back in an hour. Will that work for you?" she asked.

I had already lowered my head back down. My eyes ran up the length of her body before saying anything.

"Yes. That'll be fine." My eyes stayed in the up position leering at her as she walked away. She glanced back and the strangest thing happened. Her head, just her head, made a complete one eighty turn. She winked one eye at me and never came back, and I didn't see her for the rest of the night.

"Scott. Scott" I said in a frantic whisper. He was glued to the television like always. The news was blaring something about possible alien take over. Bullshit if you ask me. I try to avoid the news as much as possible.

"What's up buddy? Man did you see the legs on her?" he asked.

"Did you see her head?"

"Her head? Nah, but I sure could use some head right now" he stated laughing at his own ignorance.

"I'm serious Scott. Her head turned completely around. If you weren't so busy looking at that bullshit you probably would have seen it."

"Well, maybe she was an alien" he replied jokingly.

"Whatever man" this was one of those shut the fuck up moments.

Of course Scott didn't see anything, he never sees anything. Guess it was the liquor making me delusional. On the way out I stopped at the counter.

"Hey excuse me, what's the special for tonight?"

In a country accent he answered, "We don't have specials. As much as you come here you should know that by now son." He looked just as confused as I did.

I didn't say anything else about it because I didn't want to start any commotion. After all, I was the only black man in the place.

My government name is Gordon Johnson but my friends call me Gordy. I'm thirty one years old and work for a high powered informational technology firm, featured on the Forbes top one hundred list. I was recently promoted to Chief Executive Officer which meant relocating closer to headquarters, across what felt like the world, but it was just a few states over. Fuck headquarters. Fuck this job. Fuck those people. Is how I really felt but wouldn't dare tell a soul. I just wanted to go back to familiarity and guaranteed pussy. The next morning I woke up horny and with a slight hangover.

Damn that felt good.

I erupted like Mount Vesuvius and let out a loud moan. My arms slowly slithered up the sheet like snakes moving through a field of tall grass. I laid there paralyzed in euphoria, staring up at the freshly painted popcorn ceiling. The building was constructed in the early sixties and littered with lead paint. Pleasuring oneself had become second nature. I wasn't proud of that or anything, but it was more like a chore that had to be done. I found myself doing it every other day but Sundays. That day didn't sit well with me, being a child of God and all.

I was never one of those black men who liked, excuse my language if I offend anybody, "snow bunnies" and that's all this town has. I'm frustrated and out of options at this point. Pleasuring my self is starting to wear thin, plus it had been three long months since my manhood last felt the embrace of a women's internal warmth.

The sudden exposure to the cold brisk air made me halt in my tracks when I jumped out of bed. "Shit!" yelling out in agony. I grabbed the comforter and wrapped it around my body like a tightly rolled blunt and started my epic journey to the bathroom. The floor let out an eerie creek that echoed off the walls of the long suffocating corridor. The door seemed to stretch further and further away with every step I took. Finally, I reached it. Clutching the doorknob, I pushed it open and was startled by what I saw. Slamming the door back shut, my hand still clutching the doorknob, I stood there in disbelief. I must have had one to many drinks last night while at the bar.

Was this a dream?

I pushed the bathroom door ever so slightly forming a narrow sliver between the door and the wall. My eyes strained as I struggled to look through the makeshift crack.

What the hell? Where the...The beach?

There were so many questions but nobody to answer them.

I pushed the door completely open, stepped inside and was instantly blinded by the beaming sun light. The humidity gave a dry breeze leaving a hint of asphyxiation. My eyes started to sting, like daggers had been forced into them and my breathing got shallow. I dropped down to my knees, the sand cushioning my fall, and my hands followed suit. Eventually, my breathing stopped and the world around me went dark.

I must be dead.

The aroma of marijuana penetrated my nose. The room was filled with a blanket of smoke frozen in the air. The bed had a strong grip on my 6'1 physique, and my dreadlocks were propped underneath my head like a pillow.

"Hello Gordon."

I heard a voice coming from the bottom of the bed. I couldn't see her but I could tell she was sexy by the seductive tone she used. I was pussy whipped before even getting the pussy.

"Who is that?" I asked.

"It's okay Gordon. I'm here to help you. Your safe here." the voice said.

"Help me with what? Where the hell am I?"

"You're safe."

"Okay, that's great and all, but where am I? Am I still on earth?"

"You're no longer on planet earth. Our planet is called Aananda. My name is Kassem. I have been assigned to you."

"And what exactly does that mean? Assigned?"

"I can show you better than I can tell you", she said.

I could see a shadow of her figure coming closer to me. She had curves of a goddess, plump breast, an abnormally tiny waist, and her long jet black hair flowed effortlessly to the rhythm of her steps. She had olive brown skin and hypnotizing purple eyes. She was astonishing. I had never seen anything like her. Any women like her.

As she stood directly above my head she removed the blunt from her mouth with her long red painted nails and held the smoke in. She placed her mouth on top of mine and blew. I inhaled like it was my last breath. After, she stuck the blunt in my mouth and proceeded to walk back towards the end of the bed, stopping in the middle. No words were exchange just anticipation for what was about to happen next.

Kassem kneeled down and began massaging my balls with her tongue. She licked up and down, and all around missing no area. She began licking the shaft of my dick teasing the tip with the end of her tongue. The feeling was indescribable. I have never experienced anything like it.

Everything felt new to me like my first time getting my dick sucked. Her head started bobbing up and down as liquid began dripped down the corners of her mouth. I'm not sure if it was spit or some kind of manufactured liquid but it felt amazing. Her mouth was a perfect seal, pulling me deeper until I vanished inside her. It was a feeling like no other taking over my body.

When I was done she stood up, wiped her mouth, and pointed to a chair holding a pair of white linen shorts. She told me to meet her outside. I had no more questions after that and the feeling of hunger quickly took over.

Kassem said, "Let's go feast!" almost as if she were reading my mind. We walked down the beach which was now lined with rows of straw huts.

My mind was clear and I was finally able to breath. My eyes had become adjusted to this planets environment. There must have been something in that weed to help humans adapt, was the only conclusion I could come up with.

I was in heaven.

Unlike the others, one hut was open and I could see inside. The setup was exactly like mine. I could see the back of a male figure in white linen shorts. Another figure came walking outside. It was the waitress from the bar. As the male figure turned around I could see his face clearly now. To my surprise it was Scott.

"Hey buddy! They broke you in quick huh?" Scott asked me.

"So you knew about this place the whole time?"

"Yeah I knew, but I was forbidden to tell you buddy. It wasn't intentional. Why do you think I'm so into the alien mumbo jumbo? I got to make sure this sanctuary stays safe away from media spotlight. Let's go grab a bite and I'll fill you in on everything!"

"Alright, I guess."

TO BE CONTINUED...