Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
Drainok
Music comes from deep within this building and I’m drawn to it.
I stand in the line of humans as they move slowly inside and out of view.
A man lets them through the doorway before stopping more from incoming and then moving them along.
I wait for what seems like forever before I reach the front of the line.
The man looks up at me. He’s so short. They all are. His eyes are wide and he laughs.
“Man. You big motherfucker. They are going to eat you alive in there. Go on in. Don’t come complaining to me when your paint is ruined.”
I just stare at him and move forward as he opens the door. Bending to enter the smaller opening. Paint? What is paint? These humans are weird.
The music hits me harder now that I’m inside the building. The room is packed with tiny humans everywhere I look. There is a center area where humans move to the music. Those around me offer me smiles and nods as they raise their glasses to me. I ignore them. Watching the people move to the beat.
I don’t know why I came in here, other than it seemed like a good idea.
The music and line of people dragging me forward even as I looked on in an observing way.
These humans are just dancing to the music and nothing seems to stop them, except the person offering glasses to people behind the wooden countertop in the corner to my right.
The two men behind that counter seem to be able to control the movements, if only for a moment.
Odd.
Humans are definitely odd. I watch and move forward slowly through the crowd.
I catch their language and note it’s English.
Humans in this place speak English. I lift my arm and touch some buttons on my wrist pad to change my native tongue into English so the primitive people around me may understand what I am saying.
I come from the planet Gamyria. A far off galaxy exists outside of this one that is beautiful and full of our people.
Unfortunately, we are running out of people to procreate with and create a new life.
This Earth I’m currently on has a genetic makeup that is compatible with ours.
I’m here to find a human mate. Someone I can take home to have babies with.
This place seems like it has people I can bring home.
It has to be the right person. Someone strong enough to carry my children.
I want multiple, so she has to be willing to have sex as much as possible.
I want a woman who can take care of herself and our children when I am away.
I want a mate that will stay when times are tough and when they aren’t.
I study the crowd. So many males and so many females.
How do I know which one is going to be the right mate?
How will I know when to take her back home with me?
Will she agree to these things or will I need to fight some human for the right to be with her?
There are so many things that my research didn’t tell me.
The crowd parts for me like I’m someone special and they know it.
Maybe I just intimidate them? I’m so much taller than everyone in here and it makes me stand out.
I notice no one is purple skin colored either.
Though, some seem to have marks on their skin while others do not.
I wonder if there is some significance in their ranks behind the markings?
I didn’t see anything about marks in my research, but that doesn’t mean much, I guess. I could have missed these things. There is so much our planet doesn’t know about this one. A planet of mysteries that I can find a mate and bring her back to teach us her customs.
The crowd continues to part in front of me and I stop before stepping into the surging crowd of dancing people.
Everyone seems to be minding their business and ignoring me.
That is until this woman touches my arm and I look down.
She’s a petite little thing. She wouldn’t be a good mate.
I will break her. Like physically incompatible with her.
“Want to dance, big boy?” She yells out to be heard over the music.
I shake my head and she shrugs and moves on to someone else.
I’m not a boy, I’m a full grown Gamyrian.
Does she think I’m not able to fuck her like a man should?
Only boys back home are the little ones that can’t yet reproduce.
Are these men in here just boys? Can they not satisfy their women and so they are here to what…
learn how? To find a mate so they can then become men? What is wrong with these humans?
Are the women the ones that teach boys to be men here? Back home our men show the boys what it is to be a mate. They teach them the right way to take care of a woman and their needs. They have entire classes on the pleasures of women and what they need in a partner.
Our women are just as strong as men back home and they can provide for their man as equally as we can for them.
Our race is a one hundred/one hundred culture.
We put all of ourselves into the relationship and if we need to do more for our mate then we do.
If we need to take care of children or go out and provide then we do.
Clean the house… no problem. Whatever our mate needs, it is up to us to take care of them.
That is our society. We love and take care of each other. I’m a commander of the royal army. I was sent to Earth with the eligible men and women on my team to find mates to bring back with us.
The moment we landed, I left them with their instructions to meet back in a week at the ship. It’s cloaked in a large field just outside of this city. We all went separate ways. I found myself in this loud place with all of the little humans.
Now I wonder if this is some type of place that is a learning facility, and that makes me want to leave. Yet, I’m intrigued by this place and what they are doing here.
The music and dancing. The differences in the humans. The markings. The glasses in their hands.
I stand in the middle of all of these humans and bide my time. Several more tiny humans are approaching me. The women are always touching my arms and staring at me with odd looks. I turn each one down and when I’m tired of the interaction, I move to my left where seats are waiting.
I reach a booth that has only one woman sitting in the corner.
She’s got long black hair. Her green eyes make me want to drown in them.
Her body is relaxed into the seat and I take a moment to appreciate the curves I can see from here.
The table hides most of her from my view, but what I can see intrigues me.
I wonder if we are compatible?
“Is this seat taken?”
“Not at all. Please, join me.”
Her voice wraps around my throat and squeezes it shut. So sultry and needy. She needs me to take care of her. She wants me to sit with her.
“Thank you. May I ask your name?”
“Only if you give me yours,” she replies easily with a smile.
“Drainok. Drainok Fythra. Pleasure to meet you,” I reply easily.
“Zahra Rhodes. The pleasure is all mine,” she purrs.
Humans can purr. Why do they need to purr? Fascinating. It sounds so seductive coming from this little thing in front of me.
“Zahra. Beautiful. What is this place for?”
She looks at me with her head tilted and her mouth slightly open. Then looks out at the people around us. When she turns back to me she offers a smile.
“Have you never been to a club before?” I shake my head no. “Well. It’s a place people come to hang out, have fun, get drunk, and then go home.”
“So they aren’t here to fuck?”
Zahra spits her drink out, that she just brought to her lips, all over the table in front of us. She coughs and then laughs loudly. Her laugh is a thing of beauty. I want to make her laugh forever. When she stops coughing she wipes her mouth and then moves her glass away from her.
“Umm… they do actually. But usually they take them home first. You are weird. I like it.”
She likes me. See. This isn’t so bad. Earth women are easy.