When a sweet, pink cloud drifted toward him, Jay Walters forgot all about the tension knotting his shoulders from the long nights of work. He was studying and quantifying the sexual energy that ran the planet—trying to find enough energy to launch and control a spaceship.

“Lorna must be here,” Logan commented.

Jay’s cock didn’t need to be told. It already sensed the presence of the sexy brunette, who delivered lunch daily to Gal-X’s top space team. Most women struggled to hide the pink energy light that emanated from between their legs but not Lorna. He put his glasses back on to help see through the haze.

Her high heels tapped across the glossy, tile floor of the research office.

He was so stiff. He pushed his spreadsheets away. There was no way he could work with this woman around.

“Good afternoon, gentlemen,” Lorna said in her silky, alto voice as she set the carton of food on his desk. Just hearing it made hot fluid leak from the tip of his penis.

“Something smells good,” Logan said. The big, light-haired “alien” from Geo, an Earth colony like Chromefield, helped her take the food out of the carton.

Something definitely smelled good, Jay thought but it wasn’t the food. Lorna always wore a sweet, fruity lotion that made her shapely legs shiny smooth and emanated a scent that screamed “fuck me”.