Alien Bodies: Episode One: Jargo: Alien Bodies, #1

By Clea Kinderton

Xana's a stowaway. Too bad for her she's stowed away on a smugglers' ship, and the fearsome Targuar pirate captain, Jargo, is none too pleased about it. Fortunately for Xana, a new position has just opened up in his crew and Jargo would like to fill it. Will Xana bend to satisfy Jargo's demands, or is she going to find herself getting stuffed out an airlock?

Follow the adventures of Xana as she goes where no woman has ever gone before, exploring the frontiers of both outer and inner space in her effort to help Jargo and his band of curiously sexy aliens fight an empire of evil using the only weapon she has: her voluptuous, nubile body.

This 13,000 word (39+ page) erotica short is the first in a new series of hot, hard, kinky, and sometimes downright weird interstellar, interspecies alien encounters.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Red Lamp Press
• Release date: Jun 28, 2016
• ISBN: 9781536507515

Clea Kinderton

I've always had a wild imagination. I love fat fantasy novels, B movies, comic books, and scifi. But I also love romance and sex and you'll find plenty of both along with heaps of humor, mystery, and suspense jampacked into some of the hottest, hardest, kinkiest stories you may ever read. Strap yourself in, it's going to be a wild ride. I'm always interested in hearing what you have to say and welcome suggestions. You can contact me at [e-mail] and follow me on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CleaKinderton/ and Twitter: https://twitter.com/CleaKinderton.

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Alien Bodies: Episode One: Jargo

Alien Bodies, Volume 1

Clea Kinderton

Published by Red Lamp Press, 2016.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

ALIEN BODIES: EPISODE ONE: JARGO

First edition. June 28, 2016.

Copyright © 2016 Clea Kinderton.

ISBN: 978-1536507515

Written by Clea Kinderton.

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Alien Bodies: Episode One: Jargo

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Well, well. What have we here?

Shit.

Xana looked up from her hiding spot inside the bulkhead at the four-eyed Poglin staring down at her. His sunny orange skin was flushed a peachy-pink with amusement. Xana stared at the alien for a moment, watching his four strangely shaped ears twist as she thought about what she was going to say.

What could she say?

Don’t mind me, Mr. Poglin. Just pretend I’m not here.

A stowaway, eh? said the Poglin, his thin lips twitching with something that might have been amusement. Don’t get too many of those anymore. How did you even get inside the ship?

Xana wrapped her hand around the cloaking device on her wrist. Her cloaker needed a cloaker.

Well, come on. Get up. It’s not like I’m going to leave you here. The Poglin held out his hand for Xana to take.

Xana stared at the three fat fingers and the even fatter thumb. The skin on his fingers and thumb was pulled weirdly up to little puckered tips, as if each finger had a little mouth. The Poglin’s skin was smooth but sort of rubbery looking.

The Poglin shook his hand impatiently. Come on. I don’t want to have to use force. The Poglin was wearing a padded, dark, rusty brown uniform that was cracked and scuffed in various places and crisscrossed with belts. Xana noticed the rather large pistol hanging from his hip. Trying to take his weapon would be pointless; there was an ID scanner in the handle. In any case, she was a human, and he was a Poglin, and he was probably several times stronger than her. He’d just bonk her on the head and down she’d go.

Xana muttered under her breath and placed her hand in his. The Poglin tightened his grip and pulled her up, helping her climb out from her cramped hiding spot inside the ship’s hull. Xana looked up at the creature, who was at least a foot and a half taller than her. The Poglin’s nostril slits closed up and his orangey-yellow eyes squinted with disgust.

You need a bath, he said. How did you even manage to survive a week down there? He looked down at the little nest she’d made from her cloak and discarded ration foil wrappers and drink pouches.

Xana shrugged. The less she said the better.

Through the door, said the Poglin, pointing toward the storeroom exit. He gave her a gentle shove.

Xana stumbled toward the door. She hadn’t done much walking in the last week and her legs felt wobbly and weak.

Where are we going? she said. She had difficulty making her voice work properly. She’d done even less talking than walking.

To see the captain, of course, said the Poglin.

The storeroom door opened and Xana found herself in a narrow hall. The smugglers’ ship was small and dark and functional; it was designed for stealth, not comfort. Everything was made of some kind of black metal and dimly illuminated by small amber lights. Many of the wall panels were missing, exposing the pipes and cabling that ran throughout the ship’s hull. Xana’s own hiding spot had been between two rows of bundled pipes that had occasionally become almost too hot to touch.

The Poglin gave her another shove, forcing her to walk. Xana’s runners clomped softly against the steel mesh floor panels.

Are you going to kill me? she said, feeling an anxious knot in her stomach.

That’s for the captain to decide, said the Poglin.

Xana passed by rows of bright yellow pipes