City streets

Deciding that you would be able to find the highest number of hosts in an area of high population, you soon found yourself walking down an bustling city sidewalk, look on with appreciation at the various attractions of the busy city night-life.

Many females in rather revealling outfits were walking up and down the streets and your senses tingled with excitement as some of them (picking up on your subtle, enticing aroma) smiled at you as they passed.

Through research of the planet, you knew that many of the females passing you might not be fertile enough to support lifeforms - using the small computer chip implanted in your brain, you mentally picked out which of the females would be most likely to support your spawn - a single woman, petite and looking like she was simply wandering around the city, presented the perfect first target.

"Excuse me," you say, walking up to her, "can you provide some assistance? I'm a bit lost you see..."

At first she appeared to want to ignore you, but then (most likely smelling your seductive scent) stopped. She has short, brown hair that hung down in a style you recognized as a 'pony-tail' - her breasts rated at a B-cup, and her waist was slight and compact. She would not be able to support that many of your future soldiers.

"Um, well, sure," she answered, looking at you with a slightly confused face. "Where are you trying to get to?"

"Well... I was trying to find the nearest bar," you smiled at her, knowing she'd be more open to your suggestions. "But... how about we go back to your place and you can tell me all about this city - first time here and all."

Again, she seemed to be on the verge of refusing and walking away but, inevitably, "Okay! I'm only a few blocks away from here. Follow me Mr...?"

"Doe. John Doe, a pleasure to meet you."

"You too," she replies perkily, leading you by the hand. "I'm Melissa Vanne. ...Okay, here it is!"

She eagerly lead you up to the fifth floor of a slighly run-down apartment building. Her hands shook as she opened the door, showing you into a messy room - jeans, t-shirts, underwear and various other trash piled around the room; she didn't seem embarrassed.

She locked the door and you moved in and her lips locked against yours - her tongue longingly probed the inside of your mouth, her hands clawing down your hard chest and undoing your belt.

"I don't know what's wrong with me," Melissa moaned as you pulled her shirt off, exposing her bare breasts and hard nipples. "But, god your just so... sexy! I need you John, I need you right now!"