Rock n Roll Babes from Outer Space by Linda Jaivin Read Free Book Online

um um! Nnf nnf. Shlrp. Nnf nnf. Socky wocky! Oooky woooky! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
    ‘
Someone’s
in the mood,’ she chuckled. Even Doll had to smile. Revor had insinuated his snout deep into one of Jake’s woolly black socks and, clutching it to his face with eager claws, was rolling and tumbling and wriggling ecstatically around the floor, burbling and sniggling and cooing. The sock may have been old, unwashed, threadbare at the toe and down at heel, the kind of footwear that was an embarrassment to mothers, a disgrace to sheep, an aesthetic and olfactory repellent to normal affection. To Revor, it was sex incarnate. Um um! Um!
    ‘Now
that’s
a sick puppy,’ commented Doll dryly. ‘Music anyone?’ Without waiting for an answer, she jumped down from the bench and disappeared into the rumpus room. Soon, a wave of energetic rock swept through the saucer. Doll returned, headbanging as she came. Her antennae and horns of hair were bobbing madly, and she sang along in a growly voice.
    ‘Who’s this, Doll?’
    ‘Foo Fighters.’
    ‘Foo Fighters? That’s a band?’ Baby’s jaw dropped. ‘That’s hilarious,’ she hooted. ‘What a cack. How do Earthlings know about Foo Fighters? That’s pretty specialised knowledge even on Nufon. I mean, we didn’t know what they were until Lati pressed that button on the spaceship and one just kind of popped out.’ She shook her head. ‘Earthlings are
so
cool,’ she sighed, snapping on a pair of rubber gloves. ‘Damn,’ she cursed, looking down. ‘These only have four fingers.’
    Doll laughed, still thinking about Foo Fighters. ‘We sure scared that pilot,’ she chortled, recalling how Mum had ejillulated a thick white stream of electricity thatcongealed into a tight sphere and cannonballed off towards Earth. Whooping encouragement, they had watched the Foo Fighter’s progress on the Foo Monitor, a previously blank screen on the control panel. The Foo Fighter had homed in on a US Air Force plane on a mission of intimidation over some Middle Eastern nation. The fiery ball had loomed suddenly in the pilot’s sights, filling his vision with light, and causing a celestial music to ring in his ears. The trembling pilot had a vision of God as a small silvery man with hooves. Upon returning to base, he quit the military, let his hair grow long and joined a troop of feral firestick twirlers with a sideline in environmental activism.
    The Foo Fighter incident had definitely been a highlight of the girls’ trip to Earth. Almost as good as when they shot through a small cloud of ash that turned out to be the remains of Dr Timothy Leary, and Mum herself had a hallucination that she was the alien who abducted Elvis.
    Lati was getting antsy. ‘Pass the strigil.’ She indicated a small instrument near where Doll had resettled herself on the bench. ‘Something has to be done about these toes.’
    Baby, meanwhile, turned her attention to Jake’s testicles. ‘These look like fun.’ She stroked and pulled the dark, cool scrotal skin curiously. ‘Ohhhh,’ groaned Jake, now semi-conscious. She cupped the balls in one palm. She bounced them up and down. She rocked them back and forth and pinched them between latex fingertips. She pulled off her gloves and did it all again. ‘I wonder if maybe this sexual experimentation thing isn’t a bit overrated,’ she commented, a trace of disappointment in her voice.
    Something occurred to her. ‘Maybe,’ Baby wondered, her antennae trembling at the thought, ‘it would be morefun if he were awake?’ Performing sexual experiments on an Earthling who was actually conscious—it was too
transgressive
for words. She leaned over and, not too hard but not too gently either, bit Jake’s balls. His eyes flew open.
    ‘It’s awake now,’ Doll noted dryly.
    ‘Oi,’ yelled Jake, trying to raise his head. What the hell was happening to him now? Who the fuck
were
these girls and what were they doing to his
balls?
‘Oi!’ he