"Is this for real?" his mind was raving. "Is this what I think that this is? Nononon, this has to be faked."
One of the figures then stepped forward; it had no cadence of feeling in his voice. "Very well, then. Your naughty daughter is expecting you. And we will be observing. Do not disappoint us.
Before Alex could utter a word, there was a pull on his arm. The world blurred around him, and he was standing a few moments later in front of a house.
It was a double-story house, much like he had become used to having seen on Earth, simple, unpretentious, and elegant in its own way with a lawn that was newly cut and stone leading up the pathway to the front door.
A man in a black suit thrust a small pile of papers at Alex. "This is your script," he declared shortly. "You have five minutes to commit it to memory. It's not long. Don't waste time."
Alex stared down at the script bunched in his hands as his heart ran races. He flipped the pages over, his eyes running down the lines. It wasn't long, but what he was going to do made his stomach roil.
Person! he thought, running a hand through his hair. This is a little. wider than I thought it would be. He looked around nervously. Not like I have other choices right now.
He began to read, mumbling to himself as he committed the lines to memory. His hands were shaking slightly, but he forced his eyes to hold on the page. The man in the suit returned exactly five minutes later. His face was impassive. "Finished?"
Alex nodded. "Yes."
The man took the script from him and handed him a set of clothes. Alex held them up, frowning. They were a pair of dark, grease-stained overalls, the kind you'd see mechanics wearing in a garage. The material smelled faintly of oil, and the buttons were slightly worn.
"Put these on," the man ordered.
Alex said nothing but nodded in a while. He vanished in a small dressing room and changed clothes for overalls. The rough fabric scratched his skin, but otherwise, it was good to feel on him.
When he came out, the man gave him a once-over and nodded. "Good. Follow me."
He followed him to other parts of the house, where a small crew had set up with cameras and light equipment. The air was tight with tension as the crew spoke in low tones, adjusting their gear. Alex's heart pounded in his chest as he realized how much danger there was around him.
"Alright," he said, his tone clear and cutting. "It's action time. Do exactly as the script says, no improvisation. Got it?"
Alex nodded once more, swallowing hard.
The cameraman gave the thumbs-up, and a voice yelled, "Rolling!"
Alex went out front and moved onto the porch, placing himself before the door. He stood there for a moment, his gaze on the shiny wood surface, then brought his hand up and rapped twice.
The creaking of the entrance door swung open, and before him was a young woman who fell in the bracket of 19 to 22 years of age. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders in dark waves, while her eyes gleamed with mischief, curiosity at war with mirth.
"Ooh, hi, sweetie!" Alex said with forced brightness. "Is your mom back?
She nodded with her head, "No, she had called earlier to say today she would be late."
"Oooh, okay. I see," Alex replied as he went into the house, having seen from inside how modern the interior was yet cozy. "It must then be a very busy day in the office. I'm so tired. I think I'll just go have my shower and sleep."
The girl nodded, closing the door behind him. "Alright, Daddy," she replied, sounding merry.
Alex was taken aback with her words. But he would have shrugged in disregard. Then, he mounted the stairs on the way upstairs to the master bedroom, where there lay the huge bed; the sheeting was properly spread, with the room exuding a sweet lavender scent.
Soon enough, general mechanical clothes were thrown off and he folded them neatly, laying them on a chair while he went towards the bathroom, wrapping a towel around his waist. The sound of running water resounded as he switched the shower on, letting steam rise high around his body.
As he stepped under the warm spray, a sense of dread began seeping over him. "What am I doing?" he thought, closing his eyes. "This. this isn't me. This isn't who I am."
He had no choice, not here, not now, and if he wanted to survive, he must play along, and it would eventually be okay.
Soon, he came out of the bathroom, soaking wet.
The knock sound at the bedroom door brought him into his senses in an instance.
"Daddy!" the girl's voice called from the other side. "I have brought some fresh clothes for you". Immediately, she opened the door and went in.
She stood in one position, for about two minutes with her mouth agape, just like she'd seen a ghost; yeah, she did actually just saw a beat-a huge anaconda at that.
Alex stood at the other end of the room, stark naked; his cock was 7 inches, even without being erect yet. With some mid-region hairs around it, which made it a complete astonishing piss of art for his stepdaughter.
Alex swallowed as the wheels began to work in his head. "Thanks, sweetie!" he called back, lightening up as best he could. "You can leave now or is there anything else I can do for you honey?