Under Control (A Pair of Erotic Science Fiction Short Stories)

By Susan Hart

Good Eats At The Diner, is about a waitress working in an all-night diner near Roswell, New Mexico. She's used to the locals and an assortment of drifters who frequent the place, but definitely not used to the charismatic stranger who stops in one night for a bite to eat. This is a riff on the classic sci-fi movies and series of the fifties, with a wry and humorous touch.

Unbending To Their Will - A woman who holds vaguely royal heritage is sold into slavery at an auction held for many different races and beings from all across the galaxy, but her stubbornness and will to survive and adaptability holds her in good stead. There’s a great twist at the end of this erotic, poignant, and often witty Sci-Fi short story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Susan Hart
• Release date: Feb 23, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310274299

Susan Hart

I was born in England, but have lived in Southern California for many years. I m now retired and live in the Pacific NW in a little seaside city amongst the giant redwoods and wonderful harbor, almost at the Oregon border. My husband and I have one cat, called Midnight and she is featured in two of my latest Sci-Fi short stories. I love Science Fiction, animals, and trying to help others. I publish under Doreen Milstead as well as my own name. My photo was taken right before the coronation of QE II in the UK.

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Under Control

(A Pair of Erotic Science Fiction Short Stories)

By

Susan Hart

Good Eats At The Diner

Unbending To Their Will

Good Eats At The Diner

Synopsis: Good Eats At The Diner, is about a waitress working in an all-night diner near Roswell, New Mexico. She's used to the locals and an assortment of drifters who frequent the place, but definitely not used to the charismatic stranger who stops in one night for a bite to eat. This is a riff on the classic sci-fi movies and series of the fifties, with a wry and humorous touch.

One of these days, I just knew I’d meet a few aliens.

Some humans thought that we were alone in the vast universe.

Some didn’t.

I also worked in Roswell New Mexico, we had little statues, and masks and mummified replicas of aliens all over the gift shop. I hadn’t had any close encounters of any kind yet, but in the near future, I hoped to meet a few little green, or grey, men.

I was a vegan, just out of high school, and took the graveyard shift because no one else wanted it. I have to admit that it was hard working around all of those greasy burgers and milk shakes all the time but so far, I’d managed to resist their allure.

I planned to keep my thin, girlish figure until I was, oh—maybe thirty or so; in other words, old.

I knew the hazards of working at a diner, in the middle of nowhere practically, and smack in the middle of prime country for aliens.

Forget about No Country For Old Men. I lived and worked at a place that could have had a flashing, neon, and beat-up old sign outside saying Come On In—We Don’t Bite.

Maybe the aliens would.

Those on The Twilight Zone were cool. Some of the movies and TV shows after that wwere obviously written by alien haters. You know—the ones where people ran around with atomic bombs and shotguns and blasted every alien in sight.

Fuck, I wanted to meet an alien one day, not blow him or her or it or them up.

Maybe I’d jump his bones, if it was a he and our equipment matched up.

If he had any, that is.

Maybe alien sex wasn’t at all like human sex. What if they didn’t make