“Jesus!” she gasped as the figure between her legs removed the…probe? Christ, if that was a probe, she didn’t want to know what an actual alien cock might be like.

Or…maybe she did? Middy shuddered, not sure if it was from pleasure or fear or even anticipation. “I wasn’t expecting that!”

The figure-Orion, the one with the belt-made a low sound, and she understood immediately that it was a laugh. Or some sort of equivalent.

“So, is it your turn now?” she asked, but the figure didn’t answer. Instead, Orion touched something at her wrists, her ankles, and she was free. Sitting up on the table, she held her hand out, and her clothes were placed in them.

“That’s it then?” Middy slid off the table as she zipped up her skirt.

Orion inclined his…its…head? She shook hers, holding her hand out again. “All right, it’s your dime. Or, fifty bucks, as it were.”

A crisp fifty dollar bill appeared in her palm and she tucked it into her halter top.

“Easiest job in the world, I swear it.” She smiled when she heard that low sound from Orion again-a laugh. Then she sighed, adjusting her halter and moving toward the door. She knew her way around the alien ship well enough by now.

Glancing back at Orion, she saw the figure watching her-they were all watching her, and she knew they all got off on it, doing that to her, as if they were all connected.

“Sheesh, one of you fucks me, but you all get off on it?” Middy snorted. “I think that should be fifty bucks each!”

This time, the laughter sound seemed to come from all around her and, not for the first time, she found herself grateful for not only their attention and their payment and the brief respite from her life, but the fact that she never crawled away from this on her knees. In fact, she flew.