“How long has it been since I had a real home? I’ve been doing this for months now and it’s bled back into my old job. Being a bit of a detective, a bit of spy, it’s roleplaying not too different from my old contracts, but instead of morphing into their carefully scripted fantasies, it’s become a recurring character, just playing the role of little old me.”
Lucy almost had it all: a loving relationship, a chic condo in downtown Vancouver, a good paying job she didn’t hate, and the unimaginable power that comes with being converted to a being of pure energy. For some reason though, she never quite took to the transformation, resulting in her boyfriend ditching her for some far corner of the universe. Newly single, she’s aboard her alien friend’s spaceship helping them collect genetic samples from some of Earth’s finest minds, you know, the old fashion way. Lucy may have a License to Spill, but when she loses contact with the mothership, she finds herself suddenly alone and needs to rely on her wits, quick moves and deft reflexes to complete her mission. Her hands are full as she slaps, smacks, spits and strokes her way across the United States in pursuit of sticky specimens from key persons of interest. It isn’t long though before she ruffles the wrong feathers and is on the run, stalked in body and spirit, culminating in a climactic reckoning. The Semen Thief is an intimate portrait in the life of a sample collector, masterfully revealing the pleasure in pain and suffering, the troubles and temptations of primal urges, and ultimate healing through release.
