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    Showgirls and Aliens
    Showgirls and Aliens
    Showgirls and Aliens
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    Showgirls and Aliens

    By Darrell B Nelson

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    A fast, fun story about Reptiles vs. Strippers.
    Former Gymnast, Nomi, lost hope after her parents were killed. She's now a drug using stripper. When she is on acid she can see the alien reptiles that rule the Earth in their true form.
    She learns the reptiles been enslaving mankind, killed her parents, and have targeted her to host a new breed of reptiles.
    She must defeat the reptiles that enslave the Earth. Or she will be impregnated by them.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDarrell B Nelson
    Release dateJun 5, 2013
    ISBN9781301237708
    Showgirls and Aliens
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    Darrell B Nelson

    Darrell B. Nelson is a former Securities Broker and Insurance Agent who has decided to use the total meltdown of his former industry, and the total destruction of any illusions of personal financial security the meltdown caused, as an opportunity to pursue a writing career. His passion for writing was encouraged at a young age by his his mother, who would read to him every night. Fueling his dreams in ways only books can. As he got older she took him to the library every week. Letting his imagination soar. While other children his age were dealing with where they were and what they were doing, he was flying through space helping to build Asimov's Foundation, Make way for Clarke's Star Child, or living on Bova's Selene. Needless to say, he tripped over things a lot. When he started writing he knew in the future his works would be of great importance, as time travelers arrived and started watching his every move. Or, maybe they were cats, wondering if he would pet them and rub their ears. Time Travelers have whiskers and like to curl up in your lap, right? In his free time he likes to hang out on Facebook, marveling at how far we've come since the time of the Egyptians who would worship cats and write on walls.

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      Showgirls and Aliens - Darrell B Nelson

      SHOWGIRLS AND ALIENS

      By Darrell B. Nelson

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      CHAPTER 1: SNAKES ON A STAGE

      CHAPTER 2: A PROBLEM OF SCALE

      CHAPTER 3: PARANOID OR PARANORMAL

      CHAPTER 4: DESIRE

      CHAPTER 5: CONFRONTATION

      CHAPTER 6: RUN AWAY

      CHAPTER 7: THEN THERE WERE FOUR

      CHAPTER 8: RALLYING THE TROOPS

      CHAPTER 9: A GATHERING OF EVIL

      CHAPTER 10: HOSTAGE

      CHAPTER 11: A CALL TO ARMS

      CHAPTER 12: THE DUEL

      CHAPTER 13: VEKMAN RISES

      CHAPTER 14: TRAPPED

      CHAPTER 15: I HAVE SEEN THE LIGHT

      CHAPTER 16: RISING UP

      CHAPTER 17: MODEL HENCHMEN

      CHAPTER 18: THE HENCHMAN STRIKE

      CHAPTER 19: SHATTERED

      CHAPTER 20: A NEW THREAT

      CHAPTER 21: COMING STORM

      CHAPTER 22: CRY HAVOC

      CHAPTER 23: VICTORY?

      CHAPTER 24: RANDI'S REVENGE

      CHAPTER 25: BEST LAID PLANS

      CHAPTER 26: DIFFERENT WORLDS

      CHAPTER 27: EPILOGUE

      ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

      OTHER BOOKS BY DARRELL B NELSON

      A fast fun story about Reptiles vs. Strippers.

      Alien Reptiles enslave humanity and nothing can stop them. Nothing except a drug using stripper named Nomi.

      Strippers have to deal with some strange customers, but two powerful, man-sized Reptiles was a first for Nomi. Unfortunately they liked her act too much. Now the feisty stripper has a few days to do what countless generations of heroes have failed at. She must foil the Reptile's secret plans or she will be impregnated with their scaly spawn.

      THE FOLLOWING IS A WORK OF FICTION:

      All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons or reptiles, living,

      dead, or undead is purely coincidental. No reptiles were harmed in the making of this book.

      Showgirls and Aliens

      CHAPTER 1: SNAKES ON A STAGE

      Nomi had no problem getting naked in front of the crowd. It was the snakes that bothered her.

      Beneath her feet two dozen snakes appeared. A less devoted stripper might lose their rhythm, but she was a pro. Using her dancing skills she managed to gracefully high step and kick to the beat of Duran Duran's Union of the Snake, a song that was older than she was, avoiding the snakes.

      A giant boa entered stage right, raising the front of its body to match Nomi's short five-foot, four inch height. She glanced stage left to see if she could avoid it. The twenty-foot python made that a problem. How do I work this into my routine?

      The crowd cheered when she ripped off her top. She wasn't the most endowed stripper at the club, but the crowd enjoyed her energy. She tossed her top stage left. It landed on the python covering its head. It laid down defeated.

      One ringleader down. She only had to avoid the boa stage right, while stepping over its minions at her feet. If things weren't bad enough the song was halfway over. If I don't get naked soon I'll get a warning.

      She smiled as she came up with a plan. The crowd cheered almost as loudly seeing her smile as they did seeing her boobs. Slipping out of her skirt, she flung it in a high arch so it landed on the boa. She hoped it would cover its head. The boa would be defeated like the python. The skirt landed perfectly on the boa but slipped halfway down its body.

      The boa was swaying to the music wearing only her skirt. Unfortunately its routine was pretty good. I'm not losing tips to a snake.

      She flung her gold g-string at it, which landed on the snake's head, making a perfect gold eye patch. There, no one is going to tip a pirate snake.

      With the ringleaders taken care of, she only had to worry about the minions at her feet. She jumped up on the pole as high she could. Spinning down she had to focus on one spot or she would get dizzy. She choose the front table where two man sized reptiles were sipping their drinks. She couldn't help notice they had a stack of bills on the table so it was better to focus on that.

      Nomi had spun down waist high on the pole when she noticed a problem. All the minion snakes had gathered at the bottom of the pole. They took up the all space for three feet around it. She couldn't do a normal dismount. She'd have to get some distance.

      She had done a flying dismount from a pommel horse in gymnastics, but never from a pole. How different can it be other than my hands will be vertical, I'll be landing on a hard stage instead of padding, and the boa couldn't spot me if it tried. No arms.

      Her abs strained as she swung up to grab the pole. Her forearms complained when she released her legs and used only her arms to swing horizontal. Then she let go and floated through the air. It didn't matter if she was stripping or competing, she always loved the feeling of free-fall. She came back to the present with her legs split, two feet above the stage. Not quite in the right position. Next to her the ghost of Patrick Swayze appeared. Would that be Sam Wheat?

      Pain don't hurt! he said.

      Half a second later her body confirmed that Swayze was wrong. Pain, by definition, does in fact hurt. She smiled through the pain and finished her split to the cheers of the crowd.

      The snakes were coming after her. She wouldn't be able to recover from the split before they were on her. She remembered seeing a film about the snake charmers in India. It was worth a shot. She put her palms together, centered in front of her body and swung back and forth to the fading rhythm of the song.

      The minion snakes mirrored her moves. The crowd was delighted at her swinging breasts. Even the python peeked out from her top to be enchanted.

      The music stopped and the DJ's voice filled the air. Give it up for Nomi. What a performance.

      The loud cheers spooked the snakes and they retreated to the back of the stage. That left her free to offer her thigh for the line of gentlemen, mostly human, to stuff bills in her garter. She felt the scaly hand of the reptile stick a bill on her inner thigh. Ugh.

      Looking down at the bills Andrew Jackson winked at her. At least the reptile tips.

      She gathered up her clothes and exited stage right. The next girl, Tara, paused on the steps.

      It will be tough to follow that.

      You can do it. Don't tell her about the snakes, she'll find out soon enough.

      ***

      Dressed in her teasing work clothes and ready for anything, Nomi went back into the club. Meeting with the patrons could be good or bad. The high class club mostly attracted perfect gentlemen, that respectfully appreciated her teasing them. A few jerks came in from time to time, dealing with their insecurities by acting like the performers were trash. Like they didn't whore out their morals to make the money they tipped her. She didn't even want to think about the strange ones.

      The guy with the blue glow that matched his tie seemed nice. The next guy, whose face was melting, just grunted when she thanked him. Hope his whole face melts off, serves him right.

      Finally she had to thank the reptiles. Note to self, don't do acid before a performance again.

      I'm glad you enjoyed the show. She barely had to lean to be eye level to the large reptile who tipped her. At least she thought it was the one who tipped her, all reptiles looked alike to her. But, I'm not racist, or speciesist.

      You're quite the dancer. I'm Bob. One eye focused on her while the other stared off ninety degrees.

      Would you like some company? He might be cold blooded but at least he's not a jerk.

      I'd love some. He pointed at the chair next to the

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