Time for .....Tales of terror!!!!!!

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 Something a little different, Please let our host explain........

  Good evening and welcome to our little tree-house of fear, Tonight, for your entertainment and terror we bring you.. (by the way, I am now affecting my best Vincent price voice)… a tale of  Aliens from far off worlds, of beautiful damsels in distress and of abduction and transformation. This tale is not intended to shock or repulse, but merely to inform and worn of the terrors that exist beyond our every day experiences. For where the tales of the T light zone (to avoid copywright issues) are pure fantasy, the tale you are about to be told..... is all true…….ish.

                                                 

                                                      

Our little story begins one stormy night, not so long ago, in the offices of The National Satellite New channel.

“It’s a ball point pen”

“Oh no,this is a Time displacement device, allows the owner to travel up and down their own timeline, obviously you can’t interfere only observe, all you see, has or will happen, but interaction is impossible. That is important to know .”

  Selina Kaplinsky banged the tiny plastic tube on the desk before her boss. Who looked up at the tall elegant woman before him with a smile.

“I saw one of those in a Star trek rerun just last week” The short wide man said.

  “Exactly, Its all bullshit, she is chasing myths and madness and you are sending me along for the ride” Selina’s tone was deeply laced with sarcasm, definitely not the tone she had used for 10 years as chief anchor for national news networks. “I am not, repeat not wasting my time running around the country looking for space ships and little green men. I have done my time, I want my seat back”

  Larry Dank sat back in his chair, “Aw come on Selina, she is young and keen, you were the same once. A good story, that was all you wanted. But anyway we can discuss that later Honey, first”, he pressed the button on his answer-phone, it crackled.

  “Chief Its me….” The voice was that of a young British woman, “…..Its me Keira…Keira Watson? You know from the desk? I have another lead, so I am taking the night flight to L.A. A club called Planet Zeta, Will call when there. Oh It’s Keira by the way, from the desk? or did I say that already. Ok Bye…….how does one turn this off, um, oh ye……..”. Silence

  Selina shook her head.

         “She is your intern honey”, Mr Dank said, sliding the travel tickets across the desk “Go inspire”.

  Selina paused, there was so much more to say, but was right, she was still her responsibility and so scooping up the papers and pen in one angry movement she turned away. “I want me seat back after this Larry…..Fucking L.A”.

  “Sure thing Selina”, Larry smiled, He and Selina went way back and the sight of her forever youthful arse squeezed into a tight skirt never failed to lift his spirits.

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Planet Zeta, Los Angeles

   “Where you from sweet cheeks?”.

   Keira jumped as another hand stroked across her highly polished, latex wrapped bottom, it was the 8^th or 9^th that evening and all had made her shiver with disgust.

   The woman whose hand still rested on her left cheek smiled up at her, she was beautiful there was no denying that, but still she was a woman and it made Keira feel uncomfortable.

  “Um….Windsor in England”, Keira said with a forced smile. At first she had tried to affect an American Accent to blend in but her own crisp cut glass accent had been impossible to hide so she swiftly gave up trying.

  “You sound like the Queen. She’s got a castle there right?”.

   “That is correct yes. Is there anything I can get you madam?”.

    The buxom red head smiled with glossed lips, “yeah, You in the honey tub”.

 Keira’s stomach knotted as eyes darted to the stage where 3 young women writhed in the honey filled glass tank. There naked bodies gleaming and glistening under the stage lights as they slipped and slid over each other in a slow and shockingly perverse ballet..

    “What do you say ladies shall we take her for a dip right now?”. There was a burst of laughter and calls of agreement.

  Keira took a breath, slowing her heart, “Please ladies” she smiled, half-heartedly, “I would gladly but there is plenty of time for that, maybe another round here first?”.

     “I’ll keep you to that sweet cheeks.  Same all round, sweetheart”.

    “Be right back”. Turning away she felt the hand slip down her leg until it could reach no more. Moving through the crowded club she reached the bar.

   “How’s first night going honey?”, The soft voice belonged to a tall, slim and very full breasted, blonde, dressed from head to toe in satin. “You’ve real popular”.

    “Hi Julie”, Keira said with a genuine smile, “Do they ever leave you alone?”

    “Honey, a cute little thing like you packed into skintight latex hotpants and with her boobs squeezing out of her waistcoat like that, is always going to get some action”.

     “Some? my goodness I can’t turn  about without one of them touching me somewhere. One of them…..one of them even wanted to…”, her voice dropped to a whisper, “…to put her finger up my bottom”.

     The blonde laughed, “Yeah I can imagine, we are getting some real weirdos in here now, still It’s part of the job”. The smiling blonde replied. Waving at the bartender.

     “Have you ever worn an outfit like this, it’s so hot, and sticky. It’s like it’s melting on me”.

     “Latex? no not me Keira, I’m one of the satin girls, same as lily is a silk girl ,as Amy is a leather girl and Samantha is one of the lacy girls. Honey the latex girls are the special ones at Planet Zeta and tonight it’s you. What do you need?”

       Wriggling her way back through the mass of bodies and clawing hands, Keira could see the clubs Maitre’d standing beside the table she was serving.

  “Here we are ladies”, she said, placing the drinks with her best practised smile, “Can I get you anything else?”.

  There was no reply, the blonde she had addressed earlier just looked to the black haired beauty standing beside them.

  “Is there something wrong”, Keira asked noticing the look in the Maitre’ds eye. “Ms A’djani?”

   “Not at all sugar”. The woman smiled. “In fact I am very pleased you have entered into the spirit of our club so eagerly. You have made our guests extremely happy”.

    “And your boss a lot of cash”. Added the slowly standing red head that had handled her earlier.

Keira smiled back, a nervous smile, unsure of the woman’s meaning, “Well I am jolly happy to serve you good ladies”.

    “The ladies were so pleased to take up their offer….. Shall I?”, The woman offered her hand, for a moment Keira thought she wanted to shake it in congratulations, but soon realised she was intending to take the tray she still held, “I take it you have no allergies?”

   The young woman heart was pounding now as she looked quizzically back at her boss. “A…allergies, to…..to what?”.

   “Why…..”, The beautiful dark haired woman smiled, “….. to honey of cause”.

  Keira panicked “No!”, she gasped, “No way”. But the red head grabbed her arm and before she could stop herself she was being led toward the tank. The crowd, excited to witness a new addition to the kinky entertainment, parted eagerly and by the time the still protesting Keira was half way to her fate she was already stripped of her tight latex waistcoat to leave her small but perfectly formed breast open to the groping throng.

  “No I did not agree to this”, Keira gasped as, once before the tank, she felt fingers fumbling with her tight hotpants. “No No”.

   “Screw the pants, throw her in they’ll come off quick enough”. The red head said, drawing the now struggling girl up the stairs to the lip of the tank. For what seemed like a lifetime the young woman looked down into the golden syrup, smooth and glistening, before slowly a hand reached up from its surface and took her wrist.

   “NO!”. Keira screamed as she felt the slippery touch. “Oh God no!”....................

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  ..........“NO!”. Keira screamed as she felt the slippery touch. “Oh God no!”

    “No”. The crowd turned to the second voice, a tall, mature, but stunningly beautiful brunette, who in her smartly elegant outfit and glasses was clearly out of place in such a club. “Stop this right now”.

  “Who the hell are you?”. The red head sneered.

  “Seli….Caroline Sharad, City decency committee”. The calm brunette held up a folding notebook in which lay a polished badge. “I believe this, girl is under age”.

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  “She showed me here ID”. The club owner said, as the group sat in the back office “it looked fine”,

  “ID s are easy to fake these days….”,  the owner of the badge said, snapping a stern look at the now half decently dressed girl who stood beside her. Half decent because although, her naked breasts were now concealed by a simple white cotton blouse, her pert buttocks still fought to squeeze from round the seams of the impossibly tight latex hotpants. “…..But as you can see, my records are clear”.

   The club owner shook her head. “Look I have a copy of her ID on file next door”,

  “The regulations are clear”. The cool brunette answered.

   “ let me get it, you’ll see how convincing it is. I can’t be blamed. We can sort this out”

With that the red faced woman rose atop her dagger like heels and left the room.

There was a pause then Selina Kaplinsky looked at the beautiful girl beside her.

   “What the hell were you thinking Keira!” She whispered harshly

   “It was the story, Selina, I was fine. What are you doing here, I deliberately came on my own”, The girl replied bending down.

The older woman shook her head, “Oh you looked fine up there about to be poured into all that honey, you looked real fine then”.

    “I would have handled it”.

   “Don’t you get it, you are only a junior reporter, heck your not even that, you are a university student, Keira, you are not Lois Lane”.

   “They say girls are going missing from this place. I was in. I could have found out”.

   “Not more Alien abduction Keira? Don’t you see these weirdo’s would have eaten you for dinner”.

    “well you came, you came on your own”

    “They aren’t interested in oldies like me”. At that the young woman fought to suppress a smile, that was typical of her mentors modesty. For despite her 44 years Selina Kaplinsky was possibly one of the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Never less than immaculate in her hair and make up, she was the very image a mature style. Yes her face had lines but they only added to her beauty, but that was really the only sign of her age, the rest of her body clearly belonged to a woman half her 44 years “Are you listening Keira?”.

    “Yes , yes”, the girl sighed, “I just wanted to help expose this”.

  Selina, paused for a moment and saw the look of honest sorrow on her wards face. She smiled. “You are already exposing to much in that, what is that? Rubber? And where did you get that ID?”.

   Keira smiled back. “It seems they call it Latex and the same place you got that badge, Selina, or should is that Caroline Sharad?”.

  “Helen, I should have guessed”.

.  There was a long silence, the augment was over.

  “I’m sorry”. Keira said.

  “That’s Ok Kid”. Selina smiled before, much to her immediate embarrassment, innocently patting the girls long naked leg. For second there was a look. Then to Selinas relief the door opened.

  “I can’t find that copy”, the owner said,

   “No problem, I think if I escort this young lady down to juvenile, we can forget it all”.

   However Keira was not willing to back away and said. “When you were out this woman here told me about some missing girls, that worked here”.

  Selina shot her friend a sharp glance.

 The owner lent back in her chair. “Crazy Candy telling tales is she?”

 The pair looked at each other. Selina slumped. “Shit”...............

                        

         Tune in for the concluding part next week (Ain't I rotten) XXX