The Exquisite Nudes

By Adam Chase

These strange, beautiful creatures came from an alien world. They looked like statues and dressed like statues but they acted like - well...

This story is NOT erotica

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The big six-and-a-half ton truck took a hairpin turn at fifty miles an hour, its trailer lurching from side to side. The truck's driver gazed serenely through the windshield, but his partner in the seat alongside of him, could barely keep his composure.

"Don't tell me you're thinking of taking all the turns between here and New York like that, at three o'clock in the morning, through the rain?"

"Why not? Insured, ain't it?"

"Amos, just because you're quitting after this run - "

"You can insure a truckload of statues but they can't be duplicated."

"Is that what we got?"

"Didn't you look at the bill of lading?"

"Not this boy. I was busy having one for the road. Last run and that kind of stuff, you know." Amos Peeks burped politely.

"Oh, Lord. I didn't realize it before. You're drunk, that's what you are."

"Nuh-uh," mumbled Amos Peeks. "Working off a drunk is all. What kind of statues?"

"Pull over and lemme drive, Amos. Please, Amos, huh?"

"What kind of statues?" Amos Peeks asked again, executing a wobbly turn again as he did so. Something heavy slid across the floor of the truck's trailer behind them.

"One of 'em come loose!" the partner cried. "Go easy, Amos."

Amos grinned. The windshield wipers cut pie-wedges across the splattered windshield. The motor purred and roared as Amos floored the gas pedal. They boomed out on a level stretch of highway.

"Now, Amos - " began the partner.

Just then something dazzling flared in front of the truck. Amos Peeks jumped on the big brake pedal with both feet, muttering, "Now what the hell is that?"

It was a good question.

• Language: English
• Publisher: XinXii
• Release date: Oct 20, 2015
• ISBN: 9781612103068

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The Equisite Nudes

By Adam Chase

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The Equisite Nudes

By Adam Chase

These strange, beautiful creatures came from an alien world. They looked like statues and dressed like statues but they acted like — well, we don't want to spoil the treat in store for you, so settle back and start reading.

The big six-and-a-half ton truck took a hairpin turn at fifty miles an hour, its trailer lurching from side to side. The truck's driver gazed serenely through the windshield, but his partner in the seat alongside of him, could barely keep his composure.

Don't tell me you're thinking of taking all the turns between here and New York like that, at three o'clock in the morning, through the rain?

Why not? Insured, ain't it?

Amos, just because you're quitting after this run —

You can insure a truckload of statues but they can't be duplicated.

Is that what we got?

Didn't you look at the bill of lading?

Not this boy. I was busy having one for the road. Last run and that kind of stuff, you know. Amos Peeks burped politely.

Oh, Lord. I didn't realize it before. You're drunk, that's what you are.

Nuh-uh, mumbled Amos Peeks. Working off a drunk is all. What kind of statues?

Pull over and lemme drive, Amos. Please, Amos, huh?

What kind of statues? Amos Peeks asked again, executing a wobbly turn again as he did so. Something heavy slid across the floor of the truck's trailer behind them.

One of 'em come loose! the partner cried. Go easy, Amos.

Amos grinned. The windshield wipers cut pie-wedges across the splattered windshield. The motor purred and roared as Amos floored the gas pedal. They boomed out on a level stretch of highway.

Now, Amos — began the partner.

Just then something dazzling flared in front of the truck. Amos Peeks jumped on the big brake pedal with both feet, muttering, Now what the hell is that?

It was a good question.

The dazzling something glowed softly now. It had come down on the highway and it was disc-shaped and it was as big as the truck Amos Peeks was driving recklessly through the rain. It was pulsing now as the truck lurched to a bone-wrenching, statue breaking stop half a dozen yards from it. It was disc shaped and Amos Peeks' first thought — it also turned out to be his last thought — was of spaceships. But spaceships were not, in all the sensational magazines the now moribund Amos Peeks had ever read, blubbery.

For the thing which might have been a spaceship w r as soft, blubbery, like fatty flesh.

Amos Peeks pointed a finger and was on the point of saying, Look, when the first wave of radiation from the blubbery disc engulfed the truck's cab. Instantly, Amos Peeks and his partner were dead.

Something big and roughly spherical came through the blubber of the disc-shaped thing. The blubber made a plopping sound and closed behind it. The thing, which was shaped like an elongated spheroid with a point which managed always to stay on top despite the rolling motion, advanced toward the truck.

The thing was an almost sphere of marble-hard granite named Igzs. Igzs had come a long way across interstellar space to find a very disappointing world. He had scouted it, seeking life with no success, and had been on the point of returning home when his X-ray scanner had spotted apparently locomoting granite. Since Igzs' life form was granitic and Igzs' people had never encountered any other life form, protoplasmic or otherwise, Igzs was impressed. Still, he thought now as he approached the big ungainly thing made of metal and various inert protoplasmic byproducts far less blubbery than the inert doorless protoplasmic shell of his spaceship, he had computed his orbit for home. He could only take a quick look, then depart.

He rolled forward and scanned the cab with