Chris tilted his head away from her lips, then stuck his hand on her forehead to try to keep her mouth from getting too close to his face again.
"Sorry," he said. "But I'm a man, and you're . . . whatever the heck you are! It could never work out!"
He shoved hard enough to send her sliding along the floor and into the overturned coffee table. He leapt to his feet and ran for his bedroom.
He closed the door and leaned back against it desperately as he felt her trying to get in.
"Come back here, you tease!" Greta screamed as she pounded at the door.
Chris managed to lock it behind him. Now what? Call the cops? They wouldn't believe him, anyway. They'd probably laugh their heads off if he told them he was being assaulted by a long-eared, scaly green imp. Ask a friend for help? They'd think he was having a total breakdown.
For now, he'd go to work. It would put some distance between him and the green thing and maybe give him some time to figure out what to do with her. Maybe, if he just started going about his daily routine like usual, this would all turn out to be a crazy dream brought on by watching too much porn and too many monster movies.
He stripped out of his pajamas and was surprised by his own bulge in his boxers.
"Oh God! Why am I so hard?"
He put on his work uniform and snuck out his own bedroom window.
Once he made it to his job at the Marratilton Hotel he tried to avoid people on his way to the bathroom to wash his face, but a few still managed to spot him and the impossible to miss lipstick smeared all over his face.
"You must have had a great time last night, huh?"
"Not really, no," Chris replied, trying to cover his face.
He made it to the bathroom sink, using scalding hot water, pump soap, and rough brown paper towels to scrub and scrub at his face until the only trace of Greta's lips was the pile of bright red paper towels in the overflowing bathroom trash can.
He clocked in and went about his daily chores. As he lost himself in the tedium of menial labor, he went from trying to think of a way to deal with the horny little monster he'd left behind at his apartment to thinking more and more that the horny little monster had to be, somehow, a figment of his imagination.
Yet every time he walked into a darkened room, or a more shadowy corner of a hallway or stairwell, Chris felt like he was being watched. Followed, even.
And occasionally he'd find himself rubbing his face, as if he could still feel Greta's sticky lipstick kisses all over it and they still needed to be wiped off.
The day went by and the sun went down, and then it was time for Chris to punch out. He was getting ready to take the elevator down to the punch clock on the ground floor when he spotted a small pile of assorted towels on the floor just outside of the linen closet. He just knew if he didn't put those back he'd get blamed for leaving a mess where paying guests could see it.
He scooped the heap of linen into his arms, cracked open the linen closet door labeled "Employees Only," and tossed the armful of towels out of sight.
But before he could close the door all the way, another small towel went flying out the door and into the hallway.
Chris picked it up, opened the door a crack again, and tossed the towel in to the closet again. Again, it flew right back to him, this time accompanied by a peal of extremely flirtatious giggles.
Chris opened the towel and saw a giant red lipstick print smack-dab in the center of it. He recognized those lips immediately.
"Oh no!" Chris yelled.
Three blood-red talons wrapped around his arm, and then Greta pulled him off his feet and into the linen closet, giggling wildly the whole time.
"Hello, baby!" Greta called out seductively.
She had taken all the towels and wash clothes he'd folded and stacked so carefully right off the shelf and lined the floor with them. Chris tried to stand back up and slipped on one, the rest of the towels cushioning his fall.
Greta came crawling towards him, puckering and smacking her lips in the air. He scurried away from her, moving around the walls as she kept coming nearer and nearer.
She sprang forward and he grabbed her by the shoulders to try to hold her at arm's length. She kept kissing the air, her mouth just barely not touching his face.
"The harder you try to run away, the more I want you!" Greta said, her violet, diamond-shaped eyes full of longing and desire.
Chris had never seen anything or anyone so hot and bothered in his life. Chris had no way to know that gulping down a random vial of chemicals had transformed Greta from asexual like the rest of the gremlins to the most hormonal, feminine she-creature possible, and that no other gremlin could ever be man enough for her now. Not in the way a human man could.
Chris's arms weren't strong enough to overcome Greta's lust. She forced him down into the bed of towels she had made and gave him a kiss that was deeper and more passionate than even anything she had laid on him last night.
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