Station 419

Specs

Gracie. It was Gracie's fault that I was standing on Station 419, known for its sex-laden businesses and pleasure houses. Prostitution might be frowned upon on Earth, but this was just one of thousands of stations scattered throughout multiple galaxies and it just so happened to have a reputation.

Part of that was because of the Quintiron, the species that needed to get laid during their special rutting seasons or they would die. They operated with one to three females per male, which left a lot of single guys to kick the bucket if they did not pair up fast. Most of them scattered, willing to take their chances elsewhere. Like the Back Room which was what this place translated to.

It was clean, professional, and well-run, earning a name for itself among many porn channels and romance novels back on Earth. Women vacationed at nearby planets just for the proximity and it funded this particular business. Free to females of many species during the rut due to the influx of males in need, otherwise, the service was paid.

We had bought the tickets together, drunk on tequila. Now that we were standing at the front doors, my confidence was taking a nosedive. Was I a horny person? Yes. Had I ever fucked an alien? No.

Gracie had picked the height of alien sex for my first experience, though. That meant that I probably would not ever be sated with anything else and the way it prickled the hairs up along my neck and shoulders told me I knew it would blow my mind.

"Come on," she tugged my hand, watching me with a smile as I took in a deep breath to steady myself. I followed her through the portal, the pieces magnetized to pull away at our approach.

There was nothing I could make myself say as she led me to the front desk where a posh little alien smoothed back its antennae and stared at us with globed, pink eyes in a squashed, frog-like face. "Good afternoon ladies! Here for the rut?"

"Yes!" Gracie giggled.

"Names?"

"Graciella Holmes."

"Muri Keller."

"Ah yes, here you are. Just in time. We have many males entering rut at the moment. If you need to rest first there will also be a morning communal introduction. I will give each of you a copy of our list. All of our males have been clean tested, of course, and here are their specifications," they said, handing each of us a glass-like holo-screen that could be rolled or folded, but had access to the internet.

There was a long list of pictures with names and different letter and number combinations that I didn't understand. I scanned the faces and found one that I thought was particularly attractive. Next the specs for him said R6G8X8T9, while the next male's said R2G6X12T4. I could not see any obvious differences in appearance between the two as they both had skin in tones of pastel lavender and blue, with hair in a darker shade. Their eyes were wolf-like and I knew they had a double set of canines from other pictures, but nothing else was on display.

"Only those who have not yet been reserved will show on this list, so choose quickly! Selection is fast. The communal meet in the morning will be the remaining males."

"What happens to the ones that don't get partners?" I asked, wondering if they were just left to die.

"Some pairs will take a second male if the female is willing, otherwise we have other pleasure attendants from different stations come to service them. But not to worry, it is a very rare occurrence that a male is not selected. Those that come to our station are held to a high standard and go through many training videos of different female species. We guarantee that you will come out the other end quite satisfied."

Gracie took my sleeve gently as if to say, "come on, let's go," and toted me toward the clear elevator tubes. She said that our rooms were close to one another.