The President of the United States was standing on the surrounded her advisors and several senior members of the military. They were all staring at the sky.
“There it is!” shouted General Grant, next to her.
The president was reminded of an old film she’d seen. Black and white. A flying saucer landing in Washington. She also recalled that hadn’t gone too well. She hoped none of the soldiers were trigger happy today. The first contact with beings from another planet was sure to be the pinnacle of her term as president. Starting an interstellar war was less good.
She looked back at the White House where she knew her wife was watching from a window, and probably the video feed. They’d asked her to stay behind, just in case.
General Grant had been looking through her binoculars, the president couldn’t see anything yet. This General Grant was nothing like her famous namesake. She was a teetotal for a start.
Was that dot in the sky it, thought the president? Or is it a bird. No, it was getting bigger. Not a flying saucer this time. It looked more like a shuttle craft from Star Trek.
The first message from the aliens had been picked up a few weeks earlier. It was more or less the sort of message that science fiction writers had been writing about for decades. The Interstellar Federation had been studying Earth for centuries and Earth civilisation was now ready to consider joining. Federation? Maybe the aliens had been watching Star Trek.
All communications had been audio only, leading to much speculation as to what the aliens looked like. Maybe they were too terrible to look at and would keep themselves hidden. The president remembered an old story she’d read where it turned out the aliens kept themselves hidden because they looked like devils.
As the spaceship grew bigger, the crowd became silent. Even the craft didn’t make a noise. No roar of jets or rockets. The new technology alone, assuming they were going to get it, was going to change mankind for good.
And then it touched down in the centre of the Ellipse. It definitely looked like a Star Trek shuttle. There was what looked like a windshield at the front, but it was opaque. And at the back of the craft, there was motion. The rear section was hinged and it came down to form a flight of steps to allow access to the interior. Still no sign of its occupants.
Then, the first of the aliens came down the steps and the crowd’s collective jaw dropped.
The alien looked very human. And she was definitely female. And she was very naked! Medium sized breasts that wobbled as she came down the steps. Normal looking areolas. A neat landing strip below which were visible pussy lips. Even an ordinary looking navel. The president had been a connoisseur of the naked female form in her youth and this was a fine example. She had been faithful to her wife since her marriage, but the sight scattered all thoughts of interstellar diplomacy from her mind and her only thought was to invite this vision back to the White House for a threesome.
Then the other occupants of the craft stared descending the steps. More naked women, of several different ethnicities. Never mind a threesome, how about an orgy.
The president remembered where she was, what she was supposed to be doing, and pulled herself together. Obviously none of women were armed, although you couldn’t rule out some sort of mind control. Which maybe was what they were doing, not so much mind control as controlling a mind with their bodies. The president wondered if they were having as great an effect on the straight women and gay men in the crowd.
The first woman to emerge steadily walked toward the presidential group.
“Welcome to Earth,” said the president. “Do you speak English?” The communications had all been in English so far, but she didn’t know if this person spoke English.
“Of course I speak English,” said the alien. “I’m from Essex. I probably speak English better than you Yanks.”