Alien in the Family

whatever it was he’d picked up.
    “Okay. Um, I’ll just go into the bedroom and take a look.”
    I sort of backed away, resisting the urge to look in the bag. Truth be told, there hadn’t been anything in that store that wasn’t sexy and appealing. As I walked past the sofa, there was a mewling and the Poofs put their heads up. They saw me and started purring. I picked Harlie up and petted it. As I did so, it spotted Alfred.
    Confirmed the Poofs had hyperspeed, because Harlie gave a huge mewl of what sounded like joy to me, then all the Poofs were all over Alfred, purring and rubbing on him.
    “Where did you get these?” he asked me.
    “Long story. Jeff, you want to cover it or want me to?”
    “Check out the bag. I’ll bring my dad up to speed.” I could tell he was getting worried that I wasn’t going to like whatever was in the bag, so I nodded and trotted into the bedroom.
    I resolved to love whatever it was, because even if it was somehow hideous, Martini had clearly gone to some effort, and so had his father. I poured the bag’s contents onto the bed and started to laugh.
    Okay, he’d loved the outfit Reader had picked out for me, because there was another one in here. There were also bags from other shops. Alfred had been spending the time since Martini’s phone call cruising the mall.
    Lingerie, shoes, a couple more incredibly sheer and sexy outfits, it was all here. The shoes fit and were comfortable, which amazed and relieved me. The lingerie were all my size, fit well, and looked great on me. It also matched the outfits.
    In addition to the sheer and shiny short-skirted outfit I now owned two of, I was in possession of a glittery little black dress and some of the sexiest black pumps ever, as well as silver sandals with a lower heel that went with a white Grecian type long dress with a silver belt set right under my breasts. It was extremely complimentary to my rack—I could wear this and fit in at Hooters without a problem. I could wear all of it and fit in just fine in any spot in Vegas. I couldn’t wear any of this at home, but then again, maybe I’d put them on and let Martini rip them off the moment after. They were that sexy.
    I was unsure if I was supposed to model each outfit or not. I had no issue modeling them for Martini, but with Alfred in the room it seemed kind of awkward.
    “Wear the black one,” Martini called to me.
    “Erm, Jeff? How—”
    “Empath. Try to keep up.”
    “But that was a thought .”
    He laughed. “You were confused. Baby, you broadcast your emotions.”
    Okay, right, Mister Superempath. I considered suggesting that maybe too much sexual fulfillment made me slow but decided to keep that one to myself. I also considered mentioning that I wasn’t sure I believed him, but I really decided to hold that one for later.
    I put the black outfit on, hung the others up in the still ginormous but less empty closet and went out front.
    Martini’s expression was worth every penny he’d spent. His eyelids dropped and his mouth curled into the jungle cat snarl. I didn’t have to look down to know my nipples had gone hard, just looking at him looking at me. I decided to love this outfit.
    Alfred coughed. “I’ll just leave you two now. You look wonderful, Kitty. Jeffrey, remember, you’re meeting all of us in an hour at that Russian restaurant.”
    “Right.” Martini looked like he hadn’t heard a word his father had said.
    Alfred grinned. “And then you’re going to pass Kitty around to every man there.”
    “Right.” Martini was not paying attention. I tried to remind myself that this outfit was a weapon to be used for good. I’d have been cracking up, but I was too busy trying not to orgasm from Martini’s expression alone.
    “And then Mister Reynolds is going to take her to Australia.”
    “Right.”
    “Kitty, you okay with that plan?” Alfred was trying not to laugh.
    “Yep. We’ll see you in an hour at Red Square. I have no idea why you want to go there, it’s a vodka bar.”
    “The human side of the family would like to imbibe a bit, and we’re capable of being around alcohol and not drinking it. Your Nana Sadie is looking forward to going there.” I heard the “father chide” in his tone.
    “No argument, they have great food.”
    Martini hadn’t stopped looking at me. I got the impression he was seeing my mouth move and hearing noises from me and his father, but his brain wasn’t engaged at all. I shifted a little and watched