"The way you describe it," said Jim, "that could be a while."
Sharon laughed. "I'm sorry, Jim, I should define my terms. I don't mean invade Earth, that wouldn't be be useful for another thousand years. I mean invade, period, in one of our many other campaigns of planetary conquest across the galaxy. I can almost guarantee you, there will be a fresh need for breeders very soon."
"'Elite,'" Jim echoed dubiously. "I don't know I would go around calling my 'breeding' 'elite.'"
She patted his hand. "You're very good. Besides, we have ways of liberating human potential from its original physical constraints. I must confess, our State is simply fascinated with male Earthling libido. It's so combustible, so insatiable, so shameless, so ... primal. And yours in particular is very durable, it has simply amazing stamina. Oh, no, you'll do just fine, blieve me."
"You would do all this, just to keep me as your advisor."
"This is actually very selfish of me, but since we're in love anyway, I'd like to recruit you as one of our first case studies."
"So ... you and I, we breed a lot?"
Sharon laughed again. "You're very sweet! No, you would service a wide variety of us, beginning with my superior."
Sharon snapped her fingers and pointed, and there in the kitchen was a vivid 3-D image of a woman looking at unseen control panels. The woman was shockingly lovely, her long black hair all afloat in the air, and her breasts, though clothed in some unusually cut uniform, were high and proud and very easily the size of beach balls.
"That is the Low Commander."
Jim was amused. "A Low Commander?"
"We have so many echelons of power, that even my boss is simply known as Low." She snapped again and the Low Commander vanished. "Our genetics have become extremely uniform, so we can always use the X factor -- really the Y factor, as in chromosome -- of compatible alien mates. Most of the women you service would greatly resemble her."
"I love you, you know."
"And I you. This isn't personal, sweet Jim. This is for the greater good of the State."
There was much more Jim wanted to ask. Didn't the State have its own men? Could his bastard children really only be workers and soldiers, as she described, or couldn't they live free? The morality of it all seemed deeply dubious ...
... but, on the other hand ... sex with the Low Commander ...
"Sure, I can do it," he said.
"Oh, I knew you could ... Well, we had best get on with our day." She stood and turned to leave, then stopped. "Oh, Jim ... please don't get any typical hypocritical ideas of sampling the alien poontang but then nobly rebelling at the last minute. We've been through this before, on hundreds of worlds, and it never works. All through the galaxy, once a male has had sex with one of us in our native form, he is hooked, and all objectivity and moral disobedience is gone forever. I've been nice to you, having sex with you in my human form and permitting you your freedom, but believe me, once you've had one of us, you'll never be the same man again -- and you won't fucking care, either!"
She winked and left.
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