Page 10 of Solan

“I can give you a practical demonstration of my ability. You will be impressed.”

Vegas took a step back. “You think highly of yourself.”

“I am Galaxar.”

Of course, that explained everything. Vegas focused on the tablet in her hand, having lost track of what she was supposed to say.

“We practise on each other. Is that not why you’re here? You ensure the suitability of each pairing.”

“I don’t sleep with every candidate who comes into the space station.” Vegas’s mouth dropped open as she calculated the through rate of clients. “I would be having sex with twenty aliens a day. That’s on a quiet weekday.”

Solan stood. His hand went to his belt buckle. “I will show you what I have. You can make your own assessment.”

“No! Wait!” Vegas raised her hands, but it was no good. Solan seemed determined to release the beast from his tight-fitting pants.

She closed her eyes and looked away. She would not check out Solan’s package. Not even one tiny peek to satisfy her curiosity.

An uncomfortable silence filled the room.

“I am waiting.”

“Please, put your clothes back on. I don’t do practical demonstrations with anyone. I don’t need to see what you’re packing in your pants. I’m sure it’s all fine. It’s all lovely. Your mother must be proud of you.”

“She is. It’s fully functioning. You may feel it if you like.”

“I definitely don’t want to feel you up.” Vegas focused on the agency logo on the wall. She would not turn her head. “I don’t do that.” Risking a peek out of the corner of her eye, Vegas saw that it wasn’t just his muscles that were well-packed. He looked like he was carved out of bronze marble. “Please, cover yourself up.”

After a moment, she heard the scrape of the chair again. “I am fully covered.”

She risked another glance. “Let’s carry on.”

“What about my practical demonstration?”

Solan was not going to let this go. “How about a dummy?”

“What do I do with one of those?”

“We have lifelike human dummies you can train on. They look like fully grown females. They have all the same orifices and even become wet when excited, just like humans. You can try them out and see if you are a good fit.”

“That is a waste of my seed. I can’t breed from a dummy.”

“You’re not supposed to breed with the dummy. You’re supposed to get used to what it’s like to mate with a human.”

“I have mated on numerous occasions. This will not be my first time. I know what I’m doing.”

“You’ve never been with a human,” Vegas said. “We are different.”

“You are small.”

“Agreed. We are small compared to Galaxars.”

“Are you flexible, or do you break easily?”

“It depends how hard you hit us.”

“I would never hit you. I protect my partner. Do humans expect to be struck by their mates? That was not in the information you sent me.”

This was going in completely the wrong direction. “That’s good to hear. Your partner is fortunate you will look after her. We do not like to be hit.”