Crellin 4 was an unremarkable ice world, its seemingly endless snow plains the purest white as it glistened like a diamond in the beams of the isolated silver star it slowly circled. The planetoid little more than a lonely ball of frozen stone drifting on the edge of wild space that was little more than a footnote on navigation charts, like the countless other barren snowballs that dotted this desolate region of space. This isolated and frigid region the last place in the universe one might expect a tropical resort, but the universe was a strange place and with enough credits anything was possible. The gold glass biome alone costing a fortune to install, but with the cliental that such stations served the money had been recouped in a matter of months. The rich and influential in the galaxy eager to find a place where they could unwind without the constant bickering of galactic affairs, and Crellin 4 offered no better place in the sector for such leisure.

Emily Dorricott one of the select few on her homeworld who could afford such luxuries, as the confident CEO basked by the pool like a proud lioness only moving periodically to sip her drink as she breathed in the perfectly simulated morning sun. The woman feeling blissfully content as she savoured the first dawn a long weekend away from the office, as Emily relished the escape from the prattling of her subordinates which seemed to have left her with a perpetual migraine. A satisfied sigh leaving her rosy lips as she could only imagine the bedlam going on at work as she sat here sprawled out in a relaxed heap. This tranquillity seeming to last an eternity, before just as her eyelids began to grow heavy, Emily heard the silky voice of one of her assigned serving staff interrupt the pre-recorded birdsong to convey a message

“Excuse me, Ma’am, the Director wishes an audience concerning payment of expenses,” said the voice with a tone only honed by a lifetime in the hospitality industry. Emily so far impressed with the staff as unless she needed something, they were neither seen nor heard, making this interruption uncharacteristic for the short time she has spent under their care. The woman still not sure what species they were, but they provided good service and had just the right curves to make a planetary governor go wild, so in Emily’s mind there was little wonder why the cyan skinned ladies had been hired.

“Can it wait?” asked Emily, remaining entrenched in her lounger, reluctant to even waste a second of the expensive time she had booked. The servant not responding for a second as she grew closer, being incredibly conscious not to block the sun before she gave her answer with a little more urgency.

“I am afraid not Ma’am, he said it was of the manner most vital,” replied the servant, who’s blanche cheeks seemed to echo the urgency of the request even if the staff members stoic body language gave little else away. The only real motion being the gentle rise and fall of the alien’s bubbly breasts as she casually drew breath, standing like a statue patiently awaiting a response. Emily rolling her eyes at this remark, before sitting up slowly, before the brunette rolled her peachy posterior off the fabric and rose to her feet. The servant doing nothing as she watched her patron rise, as with a sigh Emily grumbled her business-minded but reluctant response.

“Lead the way, if this is quick, I can still make my morning masseuse,”

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The grav-lift ride up to the Director's office not a long one, but even so Emily hated the chrome chamber as a mode of transport as the sudden shunt when they came to a stop never failed to make her stomach lurch. The mirror-like doors opening to a minimalist waiting room, the centrepiece being a bronze art deco sculpture of the planet that slowly rotated on its base, so its spotless surface glistened upon its ornate casting. A frosted glass door sitting just beyond, where no doubt the Director's office sat, as Emily noticed the unattended secretary desk to the side of the sealed threshold before she realized that the servant who had come to collect her must have been the Director’s personal assistant.

“Go right in, he is expecting you,” replied the assistant as if she had read Emily’s mind, before giving a bow and excusing herself back to her workstation. Emily watching the secretary slink back to her post, before taking the few steps required to reach the door which whooshed open as if eager to allow her to enter the lavish office that sat beyond the more sterile waiting area. The room lit by wall to ceiling windows offering a perfect view of the postcard-like surroundings of the surrounding scree slopes.

“Ah Miss Dorricott, I am glad you could make it, I hope Elise treated you well, she can be rather formal,” greeted a deep masculine voice as Emily entered the heated space that seemed more humid than the rest of the facility causing her exposed skin to flush from the heat. The woman not knowing what to expect as she had yet to meet the Director in person, so she was more than ready for the leathery mass of alien flesh that greeted her with an uncanny smile. The Director towering over her, as his worm-like biology lithe and long as it seemed to disappear into the ceiling where the bulk of his body no doubt lurked in environmentally controlled comfort.

“Professional as to be expected, I am told there is an issue with payment?” replied Emily courteously, trying to make eye contact with a creature seemingly devoid of eyes. The attempt a folly, as apart from a large mouth, the worm’s head seemed to be completely barren of features.

“I apologize for the inconvenience, but when we attempted to extract the required funds for our services the bank declined,” replied the Director briskly as with pleasantries out of the way he got straight to business.

“That is odd, I am sure a quick phone call to the head office should be more than sufficient to iron out any issues,” replied Emily with her normal confidence, as though she were in a blouse and blazer instead of the revealing bathing suit that snuggly clang to her supple skin. The form fitting fashion of the future leaving little the imagination as it conformed to Emily’s curves like a body sock, as she flaunted her feminine assets with a sureness that only came from heading a multibillion credit Agri-corp.

“I don’t think so, I already called your company in advance expecting a simple clerical issue only to be told that they said they are no longer financing board members personal expenses on company coin,” explained the Director, his voice going a little lower as if angry at this unexpected revelation that had put a wrench in the works of his normally frictionless operation.

“I am sure I can get it sorted when I return to the office…….” Began Emily as she attempted to use her silver tongue to negotiate some form of settlement.

“So that you can skimp on the bill,” Interrupted the Director as he loomed over the smaller woman casting an intimidating shadow over her more petite frame. The room suddenly feeling much colder, as Emily recoiled slightly, her hands instinctually raising in a passive gesture at the threatening annelid towering over her.

“There are other forms of payment, payment in kind being an acceptable alternative and if I must say you look delectable my dear,” continued the Director, his mouth starting to water as a strand of saliva skirted over his rubbery lips. The look of shock on Emily’s face speaking for itself as she had not expected to be accosted by some slimy slug on her vacation. The woman’s mouth opening to voice her disdain at the offer, but she barely managed to get a single sound in before with a wet clap the Director’s entire maw slammed into Emily’s startled face enveloping her entire head in moist darkness.

Any sense of articulation was immediately lost in a primal noise of abject terror that rattled out of Emily’s throat as little more than suppressed gargle. The woman taken completely off guard which the Director was fast to capitalize on, as with a stern swallow his lips coasted over Emily’s slender shoulders sealing the soft skin beneath his elastic embrace. The Director letting out a light moan, clearly enjoying the explosion of flavour upon his palate as he got a good mix of her fruity personal body wash and her salty sweat. The woman truly delicious, as he savoured the spice of her species before with a rolling gulp, he eased his lips over her bust, pushing the bubbly boobs flush to Emily’s chest before coming to a gentle rest just above her elbows. Emily’s outfit doing little to help other than to allow the copious amounts of saliva unfettered access to her voluptuous body, as her little bullet-like nipples made small dimples in the fabric as her buxom breasts were forced to conform to the whims of the oppressive oesophagus. The Director grateful that his quarry was so skimpily clad, as the unrestrictive clothing allowed Emily to easily slot into his waiting body without her garb restricting his lathering tongue access the woman’s attractive anatomy.

The suction from the next gyrating glug so strong it plucked the woman off the ground, knocking her out of her flipflops with a clatter leaving her bare feet cringing in confusion. The woman fumbling slightly as if she could reafirm their contact, but they found only air as her assertive stance was reduced to a pair of wobbling legs as she was swiftly slurped down. The Director’s hydrostatic skeleton allowed him to carry Emily’s weight effortlessly as he gave another swig of his shapely snack forcing Emily’s arms painfully to her side. The peristaltic piping above her actively pulling her deeper as it undulated rhythmically applying punishing pressure upon the woman’s enveloped upper body. The alien’s biology intent in claiming its prize as the grasping gullet yanked upon the meaty morsel grasped in his gob as the woman began to weakly kick her legs as her petrified body caught up the fact she was being devoured.

It was too little too late, the Director had a grip on her now and it was only a matter of time before she was slipping to his stomach as nothing more than an elegant hourglass bulge. The next swallow capitalizing on this continued daze, as the Director lunging over Emily’s fidgeting hands stilling the fumbling mitts as in an instant the woman was up to her hips in a sweltering worm skin dress. Emily’s body distorting the Directors boneless body, as her progress on her slide to the stomach was easily visible beneath the brown wrapper. The taut hide leaving giving a good impression of the woman’s mounting disdain at her current predicament as the detailed swelling shuddered and meeped meekly as the tactile tubing inched her ever closer to a digestive oblivion.

The next swallow almost masterful, as with a practised flick of the head the Director hooked his lower lip over Emily’s knees using the momentum to claim her caramel legs in a single sudden acquisition. The charging chug leaving just Emily’s soft soles fumbling, the skin crinkling as if she might find a grip as she was blinded by the billowing bowels that were all too eager to accommodate her. The Director no stranger to snacking on sentients, though this human was barely a bite-sized treat compared to his normal fare, not that he was complaining about the taste of his mouth-watering collateral, as Emily’s flavour more than made up for the smaller helping of her flesh her Junoesque body provided.

From there it only took one more swallow, the Director gently leaning his head back, as with one final audible gulp he claimed his early lunch. Emily’s feet slipping from view, her restless toes trembling in one last little wave before the mouth eased closed over the worming digits. The Director running his velvety tongue over the lips no sooner had they sealed to get one last lick of his mammalian meal’s aftertaste as his body got to work oozing the lively lump of peachy lunchmeat to his eagerly waiting stomach. Emily letting out stifled screams, no doubt still trying to negotiate in her panic-stricken state, though it would fall on deaf ears, as at this point she was not a powerful CEO and was little more than an eye-pleasing protrusion slowly sinking towards the Director’s growling gut. The motions already slowing, as Emily struggled to breathe in his claustrophobic innards, a fact that would prove direr by the second and in a couple of minutes she would capitulate and give one last little jerk before going still. The Director always enjoying humans, as they seemed to possess a good survival instinct, so he was sure Emily’s digestive dance would quake his tender body cavity like the last few females to take the pulsating plunge.

The Director mulling the moment, as now Emily was inside him, the partially blind alien could fully feel every facet of her form in perfect clarity, cementing his assumptions that she was a prime example of primate biology. The hazel haired woman’s more filled out features protruding nicely as they scraped over the sensitive lumen on their way to a sphincter that was already winking as it dilatated for her imminent arrival to the caustic confines that lay beyond the muscular ring. Emily wriggling weakly, her desperate motions doing little more than waggling her hips and jiggling her jammed jugs as she skirted ever deeper giving an erotic show in the short space of time before she suffocated.
The Director ignoring the incessant squirming, Emily’s navel giving a little belly dance as she hyperventilated, as the worm snaked a tendril down to his desk and nonchalantly paged his Assistant.

“Elise, could you be a dear and send cleaning to Miss Dorricott’s room, she will no longer be requiring our hospitality,” he said calmly, enjoying the light twitches that were the convulsing aftershocks of his conquest as the feminine bulge slinked into his stomach. The alien enjoying the feeling of Emily settling in to stew, as their business was now done, and it was now a simple matter of cleaning out her room of the digesting dame's possessions and putting it back on the market for more deserving patrons. The Director hoping they were more able to pay for the fine amenities of his renowned establishment, and well if not, he was sure he could swallow the bill….


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A woman finds out the hard way what happens if she cannot pay off a debt to an alien who is all eager to sample her species, instead of the tedious paperwork to settle a bill of service.

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