Enter Sectian - Sex Stories

Enter Sectian

... landing on her feet in the street, fortunately empty. DUP! Something smaller ricocheted off of her hip. Looking around quickly, Pamela saw the next one coming. It buzzed past her face, a roach. Not huge like the previous night but twice as large as common roaches.

"Get down or behind something!" The man shouted. It was advice that sounded suddenly sound. She dashed back towards the bus stop. Several roaches flew past, the buzz of their wings helped to avoid them. A few bumped her jacket and slacks, but a greater buzzing approached. She reached the other side of the bus stop and ducked behind that wall. Dozens of roaches swept around it.

An electric car, cruising in the opposite direction made sickening crunches. Its washer and wipers sprang into action.

The swarm's bulk sang by, a three dimensional parade of cacophonous tones. Pamela could just make out its rough shape, a B-movie flying saucer but not particularly dense. Her attention diverted to her clothes. She brushed two of the things off of her sleeves and pant legs.

"They're thinning now." The man stated.

"How much longer?" The fly-by hadn't lasted more than five minutes, and she still had time to make her shift.

"Give it 'nother minute." He answered.

"You've seen them before?" Pamela had been employed at Show Her for over a year. She'd never seen anything but crows flying.

"I wish I'd never seen them, Lady." He sounded as if he experienced them as a delusion. "They right fucked ...

... me!"

"Roaches? They spoiled your food or bedding?" The struggling mother felt like she didn't have it all that bad when homeless people had to live and sleep with roaches.

"These ones fucked my life!" He yelled at the last bugs flying past. "And they're NOT roaches!"

An angry man was potentially dangerous. "I'm sorry." Pamela braved any further impacts, running far wide of the man, towards her work site.

The last words she caught were, "It's my damn fault too."

Michael Brown was standing at the entrance, ready to check IDs. But it was too early for a line to form. He would work inside when the place had more customers.

"Mike, do me a solid and see if there're any bugs on my clothes!" Pamela halted in front of him and slowly turned around. The bright floodlights were plenty for the task."

"Hey, Chicken Little, that's a new way to flirt." The burly, half-Samoan, half-Black man chuckled.

"Mike, I'm serious. You didn't see that disgusting swarm of roaches." The man had said they weren't roaches, but if it buzzes like a roach...

"Okay, Pammy, I got you." He looked. "Sorry, I'm trying to keep my eyes off of your tail feathers- Oh shit! Big fucker. Want me to get it?"

"PLEASE!"

The jovial man swatted a clinging roach from her left pants cuff. CRUNCH! He stomped it. "My pleasure." He glued his eyes to her butt, and remained bent over.

"Oh, you're awful." Pamela pouted upon seeing him pretend to adore her ass. "But thanks."

"Hey, don't I get a hug for saving the ...