Katie Ajax 28-year-old Programmer

Two weeks ago, Katie Ajax was looking forward to having a great three-day weekend with her best friend, but then the fuckheads had to lay off Miri and replace her with a glorified chatbot. That cast a shadow over the entire event. Stepping off the metro, she used to phone to get a look at herself, readjusting her pink miniskirt and black mesh top. The DC Convention Center was the same as it was last year, sterile until you entered the building, then the standard corporate architecture competes with whatever style the current flavor is using the space. Katie's habit of arriving early was paying off at least; the line was a fraction of what it could be if the turnout is anything similar to last year. The short African-American woman still had to stand on the tips of her toes to see how close she was to the registration booth.

Katie took out her phone and opened her notepad. The first thing listed was to convince Miri to move in with me. I wish she would just take my help, she thought. DC was already an expensive enough place to live, and while the podcast was growing, it was nowhere near the place it needed to be to support her without a second job. While the line moved steadily forward, she kept an eye on some of the panels and activities until one of them caught her eye: HH Space Adventure. The blurb in the convention guidebook mentioned it as an 18+ dating game. She had nothing better to do; the first day didn't really have anything big until late at night. Once she had finished registration, Katie headed over to the Space Adventure room.

For a small event, the Space Adventure room was fully decked out. The use of chrome paint and the skintight suits sold a pulp vibe instead of the worn-down aesthetic that is the current flavor of the day. What really caught her attention was the woman handling registration. She had bright orange skin that was more reminiscent of candy than any natural color.

"Hello, is this where I would sign up for the Space Adventure?" Katie asked.

"Yes, just sign this entry form," the woman replied as she gave Katie the aforementioned document. "It's nothing special, just name, orientation, and standard liability nonsense. Oh, if you have some friends coming, you can send them the QR code on the document to give them the document too."

Katie nodded. Miri loves this kind of thing. Even if she doesn't want to do it today, I should at least send it to her. After finishing her form, the bespectacled woman took a picture of the QR Code and put it into the Convention group chat she and Miri were in with their friend Odie, the other host of Miri’s podcast. With that done, Katie turned in the form to the table attendant. The very next instance, both Katie, and the attendant were gone in a flash of pink light.

Katie found herself standing in a different place than where she was a moment ago. Instead of the concrete walls of the convention center, the wall here was made of some pink-tinted material. She walked over to one of the walls and gave it a touch, it was cool but didn't smudge with the oils from her hand. Only one exit was available, and given that the door was being highlighted with accent lines around the portal, Katie was feeling like indulging in whatever was signaling her. She walked through the tunnel, and a faint sound appeared and got louder as she approached the exit. The identity of the sound was revealed to be moans of pleasure coming from the center of the room. The sloped structure resembled a medium-sized lecture hall at a college.

Seated in the center of the room was a woman on an intricate throne. The first thing that Katie noticed was that the woman's face was the same as the one who gave her the entry form. Tension loosened in Katie's shoulders as she shook her head. At this point, she was at an equal elevation to the woman on the throne. "Katie Ajax, welcome to your new spaceship!" The woman said in a low, seductive tone. "My name is ELEECE, and I will be your host and arbiter of rules."

The bespectacled girl was taken aback, not even looking ELEECE in the eyes at first. She couldn't be given too hard a time about that, ELEECE was seated naked on her throne. The only reason Katie could not completely burn her figure into her memory was because her lower body was being occupied by another woman with orange skin matching ELEECE, lapping at her folds like it's the last thing in the world. ELEECE tilted her head with a slight smile, "Apologies, I forgot to prepare some seating for you." The orange nudist snapped her fingers, and the woman who was performing cunnilingus stood up and walked over to Katie. The woman also had identical facial features to ELEECE, even if her proportions were within human bounds. Once the double was in front of Katie, she got on all fours. Suddenly, her skin shifted, the orange being overtaken by the pale pink that made up the walls of the room Katie found herself in. Tentatively, the woman standing tapped the bench that had only moments ago been a breathing person. The petrified bench was cool to touch. Given that she had no reason to upset a being that is clearly more powerful than her, Katie sat down. She had a better chance to examine ELEECE's throne, which was made of the same thing as her new bench, petrified copies of ELEECE.

"So the booth was to recruit for an alien sex show?" Katie asked.

"It's a bit more than just aliens, but you have the gist of it."

"Cool," With that confirmation, Katie took off her top and bra. She looked around to no one in particular, giving a smile and waving to an audience she figured was out there, even if she had zero idea about the transmission process.

ELEECE's eyes opened fully, even if her expression continued to be a cautious smile. "Well, someone is eager. "

Katie just shrugged, "My job sucks and I hate it but I still consider myself lucky to have it. My country is melting down, and global warming is making natural disasters more common every year. If all I have to do is make sure some gooners like me get their material to avoid going back, I'm down."

"In that case, why don't you tell the audience more about yourself, name, age, occupation, cup size, and last sexual encounter?"

"Katie Ajax, 28, entry-level programmer, A-cup and last night masturbating to some audiobooks," she replied with a slight drone in her voice.

ELEECE clapped her hands, "Thank you for your prompt response. Without further ado, we will bring on the first contestant. " ELEECE pointed over to the door Katie entered from earlier. Katie's eyes narrowed at ELEECE. If I'm not a contestant, what am I? She thought.

Panic set in as she realized she had sent the entry form to her group chat. Katie frantically searched for her phone, but it wasn't in any pockets she had. Sensing her distress, ELEECE unpetrified one of her duplicates from her throne and sent them over behind Katie. The duplicate began giving her a back massage. The chill of the hands startled Katie, but soon the rhythm had brought her some calm despite herself. ELEECE's proxy lowered herself to Katie's ear while continuing the massage. "There is no need to panic, the contestants have been chosen for the best compatibility as you will soon see," the proxy said.