My head is swimming. I most definitely…

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Naomi

My head is swimming. I most definitely had too much to drink last night, because I feel like I’m floating. Or moving. Almost like swaying on a boat, but instead, I’m completely still.

How strange.

I roll over in bed, but my hand doesn’t land on my soft sheets or extra pillows. No, it lands right on a man’s bare-naked chest.

Oh, no. What have I done?

Please, no. No. No, no, no. I didn’t take him back. I couldn’t.

I feel so ashamed. I know better than to crawl into bed with a loser.

I peek open one eye, nervous. Is he awake? And more importantly, can I get away?

But it isn’t my ex. I’m not in a familiar bedroom.

And the guy next to me has a purplish skin color. I squint my eyes, trying to figure out where I am and who I just woke up with.

Did I go to a drunken rave and saddle up with the band? And why was my head aching so badly?

“Aw, Naomi,” the purplish man says, his strong hand caressing my hair. I immediately pull back.

That’s way too intimate of a gesture for a one-night stand.

“Mate, what’s wrong?” the man says suddenly. I open my eyes completely, then blink several times. They feel dry and gritty, like I just woke up in a cheap desert motel.

I roll away and hop off the bed, trying to pull the sheet with me. I tug it, but it’s partially tucked underneath this purple, muscular man.

He leans in my direction and smiles seductively. His enormous cock leans toward me, ready for another round.

Oh, man. I had drunk sex with him, and that cock and I can’t remember it? Why can’t I remember a thing about what was probably the best sex of my life?

His grin throws me off guard. Why does he look so overly confident?

“Where am I?” I ask, taking another step back.

The room is strange. The dimensions are all wrong, and I feel too

short and the angles feel too sharp. What is this place?

Am I at his little love cave? Is this man one of those creeps like on those criminal tv series that I like to binge watch?

“Naomi, love,” the man says, his fingers absently stroking his perfect cock. “Is this what you earthlings refer to as foreplay?”

I take another step back, but this time, my naked butt hits against a door. The door automatically opens, and when I turn, I see a living area. There’s an irregularly shaped sofa and panels of electronic gadgets on the walls. There is a strange looking grey plant on a counter, and a bowl of odd-looking fruit.

I turn and rush into the room, even as I hear the man standing and walking towards me.

Oh, man. “Don’t hurt me!” I plead, afraid to meet his eyes. I feel absurd; I’m standing in a room where there’s no sunlight, but everything feels too bright and shiny. My head is swirling out of control. I feel like I’m about to have a massive panic attack.

“Where am I?” I repeat. A tremor rolls through my body.

I feel an impressive set of muscular arms wrap around me from my waist. He clasps his hands over my belly, his body smashed right up behind me. I can feel his erect cock against my back.

“You’re here, with me.”

I push those purple hands apart and step out of his embrace. He wasn’t holding me very tightly; I realize as I swirl around.

“Naomi, love. What happened? You were very happy last night.”

“I don’t know where I am or how I got here. Whatever I did or said or whatever, I was drunk.”

“Drunk? What’s that?”

The purple man who referred to me as an earthling stares at me strangely. At least he is an excellent actor, I’ll give him that.

As if I’ve been abducted by an alien or something. What are the chances?

“Seriously. Where am I?”

“You’re on the Intergalactic Research Station.”

I shake my head, but that causes my eyes to feel like they’re ping-ponging around my head. Ouch. I’ve never had a hangover this bad. Vodka was a mistake.

“Look, it isn’t funny anymore.” I’m standing too close to him, and I feel like I might puke. Or faint. Or both.

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