Erotic Fiction

The show ended and the croud dispersed while we packed up our gear. Apollonious ran up on stage to help, and I said “Hey guys, we have a roadie!” and the guys laughed. Loni scowled and pointed the mic stand at me.
“I’m not a roadie! I just know that it takes a lot work to get broken down, fuckknuckle.” He started to pack things up, and bring them to Brad’s van. I went to the bar and ordered a round of beers for the guys and myself, when the girl came up to me.
“You were awesome up there. I can’t believe you’re the lead singer.”
“I’m not. I’m just filling in for him. So you liked it?”
“Yes. It was incredible. So what do you play usually?”
“The synthesizer. I let it play itself tonight. Our Frontman decided to skip out on us tonight so I had to jump up and take his spot. I wonder what he’s so busy doing that he missed our first show in a year.” I mused as I took a drink of the beer. She walked with me as I walked the giant pitcher of booze and glasses over to the stage. The guys had at it, including Loni. I chuckled, running my hand through my hair, watching them enjoy their drinks. The girl said “I never properly introduced myself. My name is Amelia.”
“Alexia. Want a drink? It’s on me.” I said, wiping a bit of sweat from my brow. My heart was still racing from the performance. She nodded and walked to the bar. I told the guys I’d be back in a couple minutes and Dipshit handed Louis ten dollars. I shook my head, amused at their bets.
I went to the bar, sitting down next to Amelia. I paid for her drink, and ordered myself a glass of wine. I asked the tender to not let Loni’s whiskey glass go empty, handing him a hundred.
“Your roommate?”
“Yeah, how’d you guess?” I was surprised.
“Well, I’m psychic for one, and he told me. He’s really bad at picking up women.”
“You don’t say.” I laughed, shaking my head. “That’s mostly because he’s doing it as a front, I think. He likes women, but not as much as he says he does. Not as much as he likes guys, at least.”
“Personal experience?”
“You could say that.” I sipped my wine. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes and I pulled out a lighter from my pocket. I lit a cigarette for her. She thanked me.
“A gentlemanly rock star interior designer. You have more facets than a cut diamond.” She commented.
“I don’t think you’d like the other facets. However, I know very little other than where you live, and who your uncle was.”
“Well, I’m an art student at state, hoping for a major in music theory. I, until recently, worked as a grocer, and I was unfortunate enough to be born into a family of retarded music nazis.”
“I see. How dreadful for you. It must be tough being in a family like that. I was taken in by a woman like that when I was a teen.”
“Foster home?”
“Something like that. I would tell you the story, but it’s far too personal. Too deep-rooted to other things that I don’t want to be a part of me.”
“I see. Shadows of your past. Don’t worry about it. I’m just glad to hear I’m not the only person who had to go through that. So how did you come into the scene?”
“Well, I’d like to say I was born into it. My mother died when we moved here, so I don’t really remember much about her, but I remember that she was fond of Joan Jett.”
“Wow. What an idol to have. You moved here? From where?”
“Out of country. I don’t remember the place anymore, I’ve been here for as long as my memory spans back.” I took another sip of my wine.
“You do seem a bit foreign, now that you mention it. You came to a weird country, I’d say. Nothing’s right here unless they say it is.”
“The hypocracy of America. I could talk about that all night long, but I’d like to know more about you.” I actually felt weird, I opened up to her faster, more deeply, than I had opened up to even Apollonious. It must have been because of the adrenaline spike I had earlier.
“What’s there to know?” she shrugged. “Small town kid, moved to a big city, hates her family. Not that different from any other girl’s story.”
“You are different. I’ve heard many stories in my day, but I’ve never heard of someone who wasn’t interested in money or power.”
“All I’m interested in is music. You know the weird thing?”
“What’s the weird thing?” I finished my glass of wine in three drinks and set it down, ordering a mixed drink.
“I was adopted. I always did feel different from them. My family, that is. I was taught that I was unique, but that my uniqeness was a bad thing.”
“Oh, back to the psychic thing?” I started getting suspicions. Perhaps she was one of my kind, and didn’t realize it.
“That’s a part of it.” She said, drinking her sea breeze. “Mostly it’s the fact that I just can’t give up the music. I feel like an outcast, a different being. But I don’t believe in any of that otherkin bullshit, and I don’t believe in aliens or anything like that, either.”
“Aliens exist, I believe.” I said as I drank a sip of the concoction made of jaeger, pineapple juice and malibu.
“You do? Why?”
“Because.. I just do. I’d go into it, but I don’t think you’d believe me just yet.”
“You’re a strange one, Alexia.” She drank the rest of her breeze, and ordered another.
“I’m going to ask something strange.” I said. “May I see your hands?”
“Um… Okay? Why?” She said as she placed her hands in mine. I turned them to see the palms. No fingerprints.
“That’s odd, you have no fingerprints, Amelia.” I smiled a bit.
“Yeah, the doctors said it was a genetic malfunction. They said they never developed in utero.”
“What would be the odds of two people having the same genetic malfunction?”
“One in thirty-six million or something like that.” She shrugged. I held up my perfectly smooth palm for her to see. She blinked. She ran her printless fingers against mine.
“How do… did…?” she stammered.
“If I told you why I believe in aliens now, would you believe me?”
“Try me.”
“You were adopted, yes?”
“Mmhmm.”
“About 20 years ago. You were probably adopted from a center just west of here, weren’t you?”
“Yeah, I was.”
“I escaped from that place. I’m only older than you by about a couple of years, I know the truth of it all.”
Loni walked up and griped at the bartender that he needed more whiskey.
“Does your roomate know?”
“About me? Yes. Freaked him the hell out at first. Thought it was like the movies.”
“I’m having trouble wrapping my mind around it, too. And yet… It explains a lot. How much do you know about it, I mean us, I mean…”
“I don’t remember the full story, but I’ll tell you as much as I can.” And I spent a little while remembering, and telling her, everything I could about the history. She was intregued. I then told her all I could bear to remember about the facility where we were taken, and from whence I escaped.
“I don’t want to remember any more than that.” I said, finishing off my surfers on acid.
“How horrible for you. How did you end up being so well adjusted after all of that?”
“I didn’t. There’s a side to me that isn’t exactly the most appealing, nor is it the most sane.”
“Oh.” She shrugged, “That’s not that bad, I suppose, as long as you maintain your control over it.
“I try, but sometimes it must be released, for my sake, for the sake of anyone close to me.” And she nodded, closing her eyes. I seemed to have hit a nerve with her.
“In any case, miss Amelia, you have my number. I must get going. Please, call me. I’m glad to meet someone I could talk to so freely about things.”
“I.. I definitely will.” No, she won’t, my mind said.
“Are you sure I haven’t scared you off with all of that?”
“No. It makes sense, and, believe it or not, you’ve jogged my memories a bit. I’ll call you. Thank you, Alexia.”
“I’ll see you on Monday, in any case. You still want me to fix up your place, yes?”
“That’s an affirmative.”
“Good bye, Amelia.” I saw into her eyes, and they screamed out the same lost, painful history which mine have been masking all these years.

Loni tried prying out the story of her from me while we were on our way home. I shook my head. “No, one space man is enough for you. A whole colony would make you go insane.”
“She’s one of YOU?!” he yelled. I nodded. He flipped around in his seat, waving his arms. “What, did you guys plan to invade or something?! How many are there of you?”
“I don’t know. Maybe two or three hundred are still alive in the area. Worldwide, it’s hard to guess.”
“Millions, great, just what we need, an invasion. Sure, spaceman, think it’s just a part of nature, but this is pretty whacked out shit right here.”
“Chill out. We weren’t here to invade, we were here for the music. Just be glad we’re on your side, you hairless apeman.” Loni flapped his arms wildly. “APE MAN!? You revered us, I thought.”
“Not when you act like a retard and almost make me drive off the road.” I pointed out. He sat down and sighed deeply. “You’re no fun, you know that?”
“I’m all sorts of fun. Just wait.” And he found out exactly how much fun I could be that night. I used what little adrenaline, and energy I had left, and, mixed with the joy of feeling as if I wasn’t alone, he seemed to realize how fun I was.