I was completely fucking drunk, to be honest. I don't know what I was thinking. But I went into that honkytonk, downed like four mugs of Techie's Special and three plasmasnakes, had a grand old time, and those three fair green ladies hit me up. I recognized them as Hemzes, but my brain was floating already. They offered me a snort of g0-ine, didn't tell me this shit was laced with hormones, but any old bugger my age with encephalon in working order should have expected that.
"You in a mood for a little carnal knowledge?" one asked flirtatiously.
"What?" I really was too plastered to comprehend a simple suggestion.
"Fancy a shag?" another one specified.
Now, I knew they were Hemzes. I went to school, I learned of Hemze reproduction. But in my defense, I've never been with one before, and they looked much like regular human gals (save for the color and appendages on their heads, and the fact that all three were 10/10 bombshells), so my regular human cognizance took better of theoretical academics.
"Yes." I said.
They all giggled with delight, and led me into a grungy VIP lounge with a bed and a hot tub, both foul and grimy with traces of alien bodily fluids I would rather not imagine.
I sat on the bed and unbuckled my breeches.
One of the girls knelt next to me and took my half-hard cock in her hand. The other two took off their tops, freeing their round voluptuous bosoms.
"You like that, Terran?" the kneeling girl said, stroking my shaft.
"Ah, yeah..." I groaned, as the other two unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my manly chest.
"We didn't introduce ourselves," one on my left cooed. "I'm Nora, she's Galea and that's Jeeta."
"I'm... ah... Anonsky..." I slurred, as Jeeta closed her lips around my bellend.
At that moment, Galea stood up. "Enough those niceties," she snarled. She tore off her skirt, her enormous green member springing proudly. "Time to fuck."
It was only then I remembered all the PSAs about Hemzes' date rape strategies, but it was too late. The hormones