My Boyfriend Is An Alien

The underground nightclub is an excellent prank place in the center of new york. Especially those with money, because only customers with heavy wallets and smart VIP members are welcome here, and they only pay for fun. Of course, grad students like me wouldn't go to these nightclubs if the girl I'm with wasn't part of this.

I got out of the cab, stopped at the entrance of a luxury nightclub, where several big guards put their hands in their trouser pockets, took out their cell phones, told Amelia to come out and pick me up, and waited for a while. A blonde in a black dress showed her plump body, and she jumped in at once, embraced her hair, and at the same time added a big mouthful of fragrance to her cheeks.

"I miss you very much, Kevin. I thought you wouldn't come to me, but every time I ask you, you always avoid it."

Kevin is the English name of a Western friend. Actually, my name is Kevin. It sounds like I am Thai. I came to this Western city because I studied for a master's degree in communication at a university in New York, but just studying made me nervous. So my goal in New York has changed since the first month I came here. There are not only schools, but also many parties and unrestrained girls. Actually, I did it when I was in Thailand. However, when I met a Chinese immigrant friend, they were also attending parties, and their daily life was like in Thailand.

"I told you, I did a project with a friend before the summer vacation, don't you understand?" I asked sweetly, but she smiled.

She knew I was an indifferent person, and if she wanted to drag my hair longer, she would give me up, or I would dump her and bake with the new one at once, and she certainly didn't want to lose me.

Of course, I'm Asian, which seems unlikely to be the Western girl type, but I don't know why I'm so hot among them, maybe because I'm as tall as Western girls. Although their faces are sweet and deep at the same time, which makes their hair sticky, I'm not sure if they are beautiful. I've never missed a prey to eat. I often hear them say that I am interested because I am attractive and sexy.

I don't know how it feels. What I know is that not only Western women are interested in me, but sometimes men propose to me. No. . . It's better for me to propose because they think I'm gay. I was wrong, which is not surprising, for although I am almost 180 cm tall, I am still very thin, although my muscles are tight, and I like to dress neatly, and to those who dress very ordinary, I look the same type.

Even so, I don't want to be with a man. Of course, I refused.

"I see. Is that all you scold?" Said Amelia, thrusting her plump chest into my arm.

"What do I sound like?" I glanced at it, and she smiled and continued to ask. "Can you go in?"

Amelia now realized that I had been standing here too long, and then she came in, whispered I was her friend, and took me to the convenience room.

The electronic music and laughter coming from the entrance made my blood boil, and I wanted to enjoy it. Amelia took me to her girlfriend playing poker and vodka on the sofa in the corner, she introduced me to her friends, and before her friends screamed, she heard my fame.

"Is this Kevin? She is really handsome." Violette, a friend of Amelia's, said. I turned around and smiled at her.

"If you weren't here with my friends, I would invite you to the bathroom," she added. I know what it means to invite you to the bathroom. Fast food, of course.

"Forget it, it's mine," Amelia said, her voice stiffening when her girlfriend said so, triggering laughter from the entire crowd.

"It's just a joke, it's too much. Let's continue to play poker, our strength." Violette hastily changed the subject before her friend grabbed a bottle of vodka and hit her on the head. "You play too, Kevin. It's fun."

I said yes right away. Of course, these girls lied to me to lose to get drunk, I know, but I've been thirsty for weeks. Although getting drunk is not as easy as you think, I am really tired. The more I drank, the higher the social blood in my body, and I began to become colorful, which made Emilia twice as much as before. I kept trying to touch me, and I couldn't stand it. Caressing her in front of her friends many times, but when she was almost under her temptation and she was drunk, I turned my target into her friend.

As I said, I don't care who can't respond to me. I'm going to find a new replacement at once, and that person is Violet sitting opposite me. She has already cast a staring eye on me. Why didn't I know that look was an invitation.

I set my sights on the shape beneath her bright red dress, and licked her lips, enraging Violet, who smiled softly, and put her feet under the table and stroked my legs to prepare me. It was not long before she got up from the table, and all her friends were drunk. I was sober, but when I saw such an opportunity, I chose to seize it before I left.

At the corner of the bathroom, Violet's emaciated hand had been waiting, clutching my neck tightly and kissing me passionately, and I put my hand under her skirt, which she wanted to finish here, but she grabbed mine.

"Not here, we'll see." Finally, I dragged myself to the back door of the nightclub, a narrow, deserted alley that I could only see from the faint glow of old light bulbs.

It would be fun without a huge trash can, but at a time like this, nothing is more important than shoving your body in front of you and I pushing you against the wall. Before you put your hand into the back pocket of your jeans, put your hand into a square plastic pocket and tear it open.

Violet looked at the long milky rubber and laughed.

"Well prepared."

"If you like fun, you know it's safe," I said, suddenly letting Violet take it and loosen the belt with her hand, but when Violet's mobile phone stuck in her chest rang, her mouth made an annoying sound.

She raised her hand, motioned me to be quiet with her mouth, and then answered the phone. I let out a strong sigh when I realized her interlocutor was a boyfriend who called me home.

"I'll be back, an hour, two hours. What? Up front! All right, I'll be right away."

When she hung up, she turned around and smiled at me. I sighed again when I realized it was time for this arena to collapse.

"Sorry, Kevin, I'll make excuses next time," he said, giving me back the condom.

"Let's go, you and I won't have another one." I cut off my lines without feeling, and to put it bluntly, I would be very sad.

Violette pretended to say something, but I was not interested, grabbed the cigarette, locked her up, disappeared inside, and left me alone for a moment.

"Damn it," I whispered, I wanted to have fun, fleeting.

I don't doubt that today is not my day. Go back to the bedroom.

I threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it with my feet, and then threw it into the trash can with a condom, but when I saw the shadow of someone sitting on the other side of the trash can, I stopped.

I think this guy must know what I just did, because although I didn't see it, I still heard the sound. But when I saw that his condition was not stable, I was relieved. I suspect this guy is drunk and doesn't know anything.

I threw away what I had in my hand, and my eyes were still fixed on this big man, because the clothes he was wearing were too strange for ordinary people to wear. It was a silver tights that looked like the clothes of Spock, an alien from Star Trek. There is no difference, just color and luster. If I suddenly laugh. He didn't look up to show me.