CHAPTER 1 – Second part


When, after my six-hour shift as a waitress in a small restaurant on the seafront of Malibù and my poor lunch that consisted only of a burnt egg, I went to my second job as a waitress/actress in a small drag queen nightclub in the trendiest area of LA, I already knew that the night would be a big crazy mess and I was right.

Do not get me wrong, I loved my second job. After I graduated from the The Lee Strasberg Theatre & Film Institute, my dream was to become a star of Hollywood, or Brodway or television at least, really, any part in any theater would have been enough. But I only managed to get the role of a mother in two advertisements of a popular chocolate candy bar, before setting aside my career to marry a tall basketball player, who would lately prove to be a cheating pig that regularly slept with his fans during transfers. After the divorce, I tried to start acting again, but I was ten years older and ten pounds heavier. Nobody wanted to hire me. They treated me like I was eighty instead of only thirty-two, and my being a little plump did not put me in the sexy and curvy zone, but only in the fat zone.

Zone Lander, the club of Riki and Miki, had been my salvation. I went there looking for a job as a waitress and instead, thanks to the flu contracted by one of the drag queen, I got to go on stage and show everyone what I could do. Riki had been enthusiastic about my ability to be able to pretend to be a man who pretended to be a woman who pretended to be an entertainer explosive and sexy, so now in addition to waiting tables, I could also perform, and actually do the job that I had always dreamt: acting. I admit that my ego was rather dejected by the fact that all the clients really believed me a man. I had always considered myself a very feminine woman, with all my curves and plumpness, but certain drag queens were so sensual and feminine on the stage, that receiving indecent proposals from gay men who thought me male, was indeed almost a compliment.

Furthermore, it was impossible not to admire the art of transformation of the queens. To see the work and expertise they put in their metamorphosis was almost a mystical experience. They were a crazy, vain and too extroverted bunch, that was impossible not to love, because inside of them were hidden fragilities and unfathomable depths as well as a wisdom that went well beyond their age. And most of all, what really surprised me, was their generosity. They immediately included me in their drag family without qualm and, in just a few days, became almost like sisters to me. Sisters with hearts that were even bigger than their wigs.

Sadly the arrival of the aliens did not pull out their best side, but only their gossip whore side. Each of them, had her own opinion on the matter and did not hesitate to express it, so that, when I walked into the dressing room that we all shared, they were all talking at the same time on each other, creating an incredible chaos.
-Have you seen how hot they are?! – Mixed Salad was saying, while applying with a firm hand her long neon-green fake eyelashes.

Cleopatra gave her a thrust with her padded hip, to claim a corner of the mirror and finish to put on the fourth layer of eyeliner -Yeah, these aliens are like sex on a stick! I’d do them all!

Pignacolada, who was squeezing her considerable bulk, that allowed her to be able to honestly say that she had natural breasts despite being a male, into a pink dress made of ostrich feathers, glanced at her – It’s not great news, you’re a whore who fucks everything that breaths… They are aliens, Cleopatra! What if they are a carnivorous species that wants to eat us all?

-As far as I’m concerned I would eat them without problems. Just suck them dry – said Cleopatra, before bursting out laughing. Her amber skin was highlighted by a short gold egyptian-style tunic, and her long legs, which I envied shamelessly, seemed to go for miles.

-I wonder how they make sex. They seem just like us…- Selene was the most serious of the group on the topic, and it was logical, since she lived and breathed alien conspiracies and unsolved mysteries. X-files was her bible. Not for nothing her favorite costume was ‘The sexy space girl in a formfitting see through jumpsuit’.

Tonight, for example, her silver makeup with electric blue lipstick, completed perfectly her very short spacesuit in steel glitter and gold, with inserts of sequins, and her metallic antennas were just the cherry on top of the cake.

-I always knew that there was someone up there, and that sooner or later we would have met them, but did not expect to be so lucky to be able to attend the event. And what’s more, I can finally know which one of the theories about the aliens was true! For years scientist have spoken about insectoid aliens, Pleiadians, kidnappers, reptilians. But now that we have seen them, it’s clear that they are Pleiadians, the Nordic-looking people.

I cleared my throat and made my entrance –It seems to me that they look elven more than Nordic, don’t you think? Maybe they are related to Legolas….

My joke made them all laugh, except for Selene that gave me a serious look -It is not something to joke about. We’re talking about real aliens, with a real purpose that has pushed them to reveal themselves after centuries… I do not expect anything good.

I was puzzled – I thought that you would have been happy to see their existence revealed. You have always believed in them.

-I’m glad to have been right all along, but I can’t help to ask myself: Why now? They have said to have observed us for centuries, why reveal themselves at this point?

Cleopatra silenced her, waving her majestic feather fan –Don’t be a spoilsport. They are hot, and there is always space for hot men on the planet. I’s like we’re living in the song Raining men. It’s raining hot aliens here, giiirls!!!!!!!! – then she sent a mischievous look in my direction -And speaking of hot men. I heard through the grapevine that Max, our beloved bartender and the only heterosexual male employee in this place, had broken up with his girlfriend last night and needs to be comforted. I’ve seen how he looks at you when you’re on stage, Laura, this is your chance to finally get back on track. By now you will have cobwebs on your pussy, given the time that has passed since the last time you have gotten laid!

– It’s not true! I go out with men, but it’s difficult to find someone decent these days. Somebody ready to start a family or ready to be in a serious relationship.

-You don’t need something serious, just something fun! Sex will relax you, hon, you need it to survive, while you search for the perfect mate.- added Pignacolada, with too much gusto for my taste. -You must flirt with Max, and if he tries to come on you, girl, per Dios, bed him, I beg you. You need to get some.

-I don’t need anything, especially all of you putting your nose in my affairs.

-What affairs? If you had any, we won’t need to…Ouch! Cleopatra! Why on earth are you kicking my sheen?

-Because you need to shut your big mouth, Pignacolada!- Claopatra shouted at her, before coming near to take my hands. Then she started speaking softly, like you would to a frightened child. -Laura you don’t have to see it like an intervention to save you from your dry spell. We don’t want to force you to do anything. But he is straight and free (now that his snotty and skinny girlfriend has left him), you are single and etero, it’s destiny!

-Yeah! It’s so romantic – said Anana, my patner on the show, blond young and almost naked, appearing from behind the curtains of the dressing room. She is really a he, naturally, but you would never tell, seeing her in her Britney costume, with her body to die for. She is practically a Pamela Anderson look-alike, dressed up for the video Baby one more time. Even her brain resemble Pamela Anderson’s –You and Max will fall in love, marry, have tons of children and I will be their auntie! – she said to me and then started humming the nuptial march.

-Oh! What are we? Two years old!?- lamented Selene. -Anana, honey, you have gone too far too fast, we don’t want to scare Laura, remember? We just want her to get laid.

-Oh.- Anana seem disappointed.

-Go on the stage baby, just go – said Cleopatra, rolling her eyes.

-Ok. Good luck with Max, Laura!- said Anana sauntering on the stage with a big smile on her face. She was always happy, always.

-Poor thing when God delivered brains, she must have missed hers – Selene commented.

I felt I had to defend Anana -Yeah, but she is the sweetest thing.

-Yeah, and thank God she can dance, or she would have starved to death, if she had to rely on her smarts. She is sweet as a candy but dumb as a post.- said Cleopatra.

-You only envy her, because she is married to a great guy -I said to her.

-Honey, Tom is a good man: hot, a soldier and sweet like her, but I would not want to trade place with Anana, I’m not ready to settle down. I am too young and beautiful, to deny the gay men of the world the chance to bed me.

-And modest too – I commented, while I started getting ready for my show.

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CHAPTER 1 – First part

The Aliens

When the world stood still, I was frying an egg. It was already giving off a tasty smell, so much so that Oliver, my overweight chocolate labrador, was throwing me pleading glances and I could not wait to eat it. The table was set and the television on, but all my attention was concentrated on the stove and the rumbling of my stomach, not having touched any food all day long, so it took me a few minutes to realize that the transmission that usually accompanied my lunch, a soap, had been interrupted. It was the silence that caught my attention. A moment before, the blonde actress, who played a gold digger vixen, who had slept with three generations of males, belonging to a wealthy family of the fashion industry, was yelling at the wife of one of those and then nothing. I turned, and saw that on the screen, instead of two big breasted milfs in skimpy outfits, there was the image of the President of the United States, Barack Obama.

Puzzled, I left my lunch on the stove and turned up the volume. Obama was speaking to the nation, no, to the whole world on live television. At the bottom of the screen the logo of a well-known network and the voice of an eminent journalist convinced me right away that this was no joke. Something big, with worldwide impact, had happened.

The President was announcing that the existence of other life forms in the universe had finally been proved and that aliens from a distant planet had reached us, in order to form an intergalactic alliance with Earth. To say that I was speechless would have been an understatement, but not due to the existence of aliens. Science has been telling us for years and years that it was statistically impossible for humanity to be the only intelligent life form in the entire universe, and the mere calculation of probabilities, UFO sightings and Roswell made it a certainty. It was obvious that sooner or later we would meet these phantom extraterrestrials or that the secret meetings between the aliens and our Governments would eventually become public domain.

After all, with the advanced technology available to everyone, secrecy was every day more difficult, but I had hoped it would not happen while I was alive and frankly I did not understand why the President of the United States, was welcoming them with such joy. Hadn’t Obama seen the show Visitors, or the movies War of the Worlds, Invasion, Independence Day and Alien? I was not exactly ready to blindly trust these aliens, just because they affirm to come in peace.

They always say so in the films, but in reality have very private and selfish reasons to be here, almost never peaceful. Just as Obama smiled reassuringly at the public and invited one of the aliens on the stage with him, a strong burning smell reached to my nose. The egg!

I turned off the stove, but my lunch was ruined. Oliver howled with displeasure and my stomach echoed. With a sigh, I looked back at the TV. Somehow I must have bumped the remote, changing the channel, because on the screen there was an elf.

To see the Lord of the Rings at noon on TV was very strange. And the elf in question, though blond and pretty similar to the Legolas of Orlando Bloom, was taller, more broad-shouldered and even more beautiful. When the camera made a close-up of his face, I gasped. His emerald eyes seemed to shimmer and swirl like transparent glass, through which we could see the waves of a green sea caught in a storm.

Now, I’ve never been attracted to too beautiful men, and anyone who has met my ex-husband could confirm this, but my heart, watching the television, leapt dangerously. Just then, I saw the President of the United states of America appear next to the elf’s face. Since I refused to believe that could exist a fan version of the Lord of the Rings with Obama, I realized that this was not a movie. I was still seeing the President’s speech to the nation, and the elf was none other than one of the aliens. So many wasted years imagining extraterrestrials with the most unexpected forms, with always ET in mind, and in reality they were identical to the wood elves of Tolkien! What a joke!

Oliver put his muzzle on the table, sighed and looked at me with distressed eyes. The message was clear. The tv was not important, the food was. My stomach agreed. I turned off the television and took another egg from the fridge.

My behavior may seem strange, but do not believe that the news about the aliens had not hit me. I was surprised, excited and worried just like the rest of the population, but I tried not to think about it, going forward with my usual routine, as if nothing had happened. Getting caught by anxiety and fear was useless. It was something bigger than me, out of my reach. I knew that the Government would have acted on my behalf without consulting me, so I might as well try and ignore what I could not change. It was a rather fatalistic philosophy, I know, but a divorced woman, with an ex-husband who did not pay aliments and without a family that could support her, must support herself and two jobs at minimum wage, can make you a tad pragmatic and disillusioned about life. Not that it was possible to ignore the alien problem, seeing as the whole world talked of little else.


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A TASTE FOR THE ALIEN is a sci-fi novel  I decided to write and post here on this blog for free. The reason is simple: I’m a young Italian writer and this is the first fiction that I write directly in another language. English is not my mother language, so I will need your help to correct the many errors I will certainly do.  Your comments and grammatical suggestion will be fundamental to create a real good book, that I hope will appeal to many.

First thing first: presentations. My name is Mariachiara and I love to write strange stories, inspired by my dreams. And, believe me, my dreams can be real wacky. I’m also an avid reader and among sci-fi authors I adore Lois MacMaster Bujold. I’m also a great fan of Star trek and sci-fi movies like Serenity and The chronicles of Riddick, so after writing a chick lit, an historical romance and a fantasy novel, in italian … I finally decided to follow my love of science fiction and try to write a sci-fi novel. In Italy this genre is not very popular, so I resolve to write it in english, to reach readers that can better appreciate it.

A taste for the alien is a story about freedom, diversity and integration. But is also about domination, love and power, with a very sexy twist and so much irony. Stay tuned on this blog to read it. You can easily follow every new post pushing the follow button on the sidebar.

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