When I got out of high school, my uncle got me a job as a janitor at a place called Area 69. Area 69 is a top-secret military base that not even the President knows it exists. Well, here's the story of my perfect job.

"Jane, clean up in every room, but don't go in room #6 in sector 9," my boss said as he was giving me a tour, "Do you understand?"

"Yes," I said as I started to clean out room #5 in sector 9. I found a bunch of cool-looking stuff, but like a good janitor, I touched nothing. I walked out of the room and looked to see if anyone was around. To my surprise nobody was to be seen, so I quickly walked into room #6. It was a large room with a glass cube in the center. A heavy steel door was locked and sealed. I didn't see why no one was supposed to go in there, but I walked up to the cube to see two alien men and two alien women inside, all wearing shiny metallic clothing that was very tight and revealing. Their skin was slightly blue and looked very smooth and hairless. The women had short hair and decent-sized breasts. The men had hairless chests and very short hair on their heads. Suddenly they all stood, and, instantly, the men grew large bulges in their pants. The zipper on my jumpsuit started to go down on its own, and I almost fainted. I tried to stop it, but it went all the way down, and my jumpsuit fell to the floor, revealing my curvy body.

I wasn't wearing anything under it, because the scientists said it was for hygienic reasons. The people were staring at me, and I couldn't move. Images of the door mechanism flashed in my mind, showing me how to open it. I began to walk toward the door, but I hadn't decided to move yet. I became frightened until images of the four aliens touching and kissing me were interspersed with the instructions on how to open the door. Then I became intensely horny. I hurried to the door and opened it according to their mental urging.

I opened the door, one of the men stepped into my line of sight, and I don't remember what happened after that.