Venusian Desires: The Landing: Book One Page 2

  "Alright, boss. What about the crash?"

  “Seems to be some space rock. Nothing much of it remains, though."

  Colt covered Zoey and walked ahead, making sure to go in the opposite direction from the dogs. They weren't normally this violent or loud, even when a fox or coyote had been spotted in the area. This was a completely strange behavior.

  “Once we are indoors, you can release them. I want them to do a security sweep of the area, and then we can lock them back up in the morning. If there is any other danger making them behave like this, then it will be handled. Nothing can out-danger nine trained corgis.”

  “Sure,” Carlos replied, unsure of what the dogs would do.

  Their attention had been completely fixated on the woman. Carlos had also noticed something Colt had not; when the woman realized the dogs were barking at her, she did not cower in fear or try to hide behind Colt. Instead, she smiled a cheeky grin, further pissing the dogs off.

  Colt went back to his house and set up the shower for Zoey. There was no one else around, so he felt it would be good to first have her relaxed and fed before having a conversation.

  He showed her the guest room, where she was allowed to stay for as long as she liked. Colt then looked around his ex-wife's closet and found some clothes, which he then laid out for Zoey to choose. There was something about her he couldn't quite place. Either it was the years of abuse, or perhaps Zoey was suffering from something, but Colt couldn't understand why Zoey's emotions were all over the place. At the time, she looked sad and almost on the verge of breaking down, and at other times, she smiled, grinning to a point Colt thought her sides would hurt. Cold didn't know that Zoey was trying to calibrate her new body to fit her essence.

  The human body was not as elastic as Zoey expected, which made the adjustment a bit difficult. For example, the breasts were exactly on top of Cretulan sexual organs, so Zoey had to adjust herself and align her sex organs with the human form. This gave her a chance to enlarge her breasts to any size she wanted. She had learned that human males were drawn to larger breasts, and in the shower, she played around with different sizes until she settled on one she thought would entice Colt more.

  Zoey marveled at the sensation of the new human body. Unlike her Cretulan physical form, the human body had crevices with pleasure zones. This was a new sensation, and Zoey couldn't wait to explore herself further. For now, the task at hand was to gain Colt's trust and, from there, work her way up to human society. Things were radically different on this planet, and Zoey hoped there would be less trouble her way. Her masters had given her clear orders to prepare things for a much larger invasion army. The only way to do this was to make sure she advances high up in society by any means necessary until she becomes powerful enough to cause the right events to take place.

  Colt entered the room just as Zoey had finished putting on one of Colt's ex-wife's favorite dress. It was a tight-fitting satin dress, with red and gold patterns. The dress accentuated Zoey's figure, drawing Colt's eyes to her curves and voluminous breasts.

  “I see they fit you just fine,” Colt said, “Dinner is ready. Just come downstairs whenever you are ready.”

  “I am ready, even now,” Zoey said.

  Colt noticed Zoey had not chosen any of the bras he had laid out and kept quiet. Her nipples were erect, and for a second, Colt wondered whether Zoey was intentionally trying to seduce him or she just didn't care that he would be bothered by her freely moving breasts. Since his divorce, it had been a while, and he did not want to sound insensitive by bringing the issue up. The two walked back down and sat on the table.

  “I prepared some chicken and lasagna. I hope you like it,” Colt said.

  Zoey smiled and served herself a sizeable plate, making sure to observe Colt and his eating. Back in Venus, food was hunted and not served in such a manner. Despite humanity’s backwardness, Zoey noticed a few things she wished would have been present back home. Humans seemed more relaxed and took life at a leisurely pace. From what Zoey could tell, Colt had no master, but he seemed to have servants.

  "So, do you live here alone?" Zoey asked.

  “Not exactly, I used to live here with my wife, but she suddenly left. We divorced.”

  “Why?”

  “Well, she didn’t like the idea of settling down here. I’m originally from Texas, and this is my grandfather’s farm. He bequeathed it to me after his death.”

  “What about your parents? Siblings?” Zoey asked.

  From the brief encounter with Colt, she had already known the English language and was simply trying to calibrate her tone and accent to resemble that area.

  "My parents died in a car crash a few years ago. I don't have any siblings. So that's why I was the only relative to get this property,” Colt said, suddenly noticing Zoey's fixed gaze on him.

  Her eyes were riveting, and Colt couldn't maintain contact, choosing instead to focus on his meal.

  “Care to tell me more about your husband? Why did he assault you?”

  “Well, he didn't like the fact that I always wanted more. I told him he couldn't satisfy me, and we should try new things in bed, but he refused. He felt disrespected every time I faked it.”

  What Colt didn't know is that Zoey could predict the things a man wanted to hear. This was just one of her superpowers, and even she didn't know to what extent her powers would manifest. She could see that Colt wanted to hear more about her husband's inadequacy.

  "I always left him in the morning as I went to work. I think he felt threatened that I was the one making money for us, and he wasn’t bringing anything home,” Zoey said.

  “Wow. He must be such a douche bag. I can’t believe you suffered all that on your own. So, no kids?”

  “No. We didn’t get any children. That’s another thing he hated about me. I got on the pill when I realized I didn't have a future with him. I need someone who can take care of a family and someone with a wealth of his own. I don't want someone who is lazy and doesn’t want me to be free.”

  Colt shook his head slowly. Deep down, he wondered what he could do to be Zoey's new husband. She was stunningly beautiful, and he knew he was just the right kind of man for her. He had property, plus, he wasn't lazy. As this thought rushed through Colt's head, Zoey realized that she could also begin to read his thoughts. Not everything, just the bits, and pieces that seemed repetitive. She could make out that Colt wanted her and was comparing himself to her husband. She decided to press her advantage.

  “Unfortunately, he called my boss thinking I was sleeping with him, and no, I don't have a job to go back to. Can I stay here, work for you and once I've saved enough, move out?"

  Colt immediately agreed. In fact, in his head, he had already started contemplating asking Zoey to be his girlfriend, but now that she had talked first and requested a job, it would be improper for him to make that request.

  "I think that's okay. I need all the help I can get. You can help with the dairy cows. We need a couple more people to help with taking care of them. You don't need to handle the difficult tasks; just feeding and milking them. I exchange, you can continue to stay in the guest room, plus you have access to any other amenities you need from here. From next month I can give you a small stipend to cater to your small expenses. Is that okay?"

  Zoey jumped up and hugged Colt, pressing her voluptuous breasts into his chest. Colt ran his fingers down Zoey's back and immediately regretted his decision. Now that she was his employee, he couldn't possibly sleep with her without causing a scandal. This kind of behavior drove his ex-wife from him, and he didn't want to develop a reputation with the other workers.

  “Thank you so much for this chance. You are my hero,” Zoey said, hugging Colt tighter.

  “No worries. Just make sure you do not run off and go back to your abusive husband. Tomorrow, I will call the local Sheriff and have you write a statement.”

  Zoey disengaged from Colt and looked at him sternly.

  “I do not want any authorities involved. They... they are his friends. My husband is... well, he is powerful. If he even knows I’m here, he can bring trouble to you," Zoey said.

  Her trembling lips convinced Colt that this was not a matter he could argue against. Matters between husbands and wives were sensitive, and he was already exhausting his luck by housing a married woman.

  “Alright, you can have the guest room, as I've said. Tomorrow work starts early. You don't have to join the others that early. Just come out when you are ready. My bedroom is the one at the end of the hall. Most of these other rooms have stored items, and others are empty. Be friendly to the workers, and they will help you around.”

  Colt watched as Zoey strolled back to the guest room. There was a slight sway to her walk, and Colt could swear she was swinging her hips for his benefit. He dismissed the thoughts as borne of a horny and sex-starved mind. Colt retreated to his bed and thought back at how Zoey's bosom had felt on his hard chest. He could still feel where her perky nipples had etched on his pecs and wished he could have spent at least an extra second watching them. With the thought of Zoey’s breasts on his mind, Colt managed to lull himself to a peaceful sleep.

  Chapter 4

  The National Space Observatory had logged the strange meteor's behavior and sent a brief to the local observatories, one of which was in Oklahoma. The occurrence had been logged as a strange meteor streak, and more studies were required. However, when more locals rang in the next day to report the mysterious lights and loud boom, the authorities came to enquire in the area. The local Sheriff had to ensure the locals accorded the team corporation as they traced the crash's location to Colt's farm. Mr. Henderson accompanied them.

  The Sheriff, Tim Jagger, was a burly man. His fat frame betrayed all his other qualities; corrupt,
rude, and bawdy. He greeted Carlos at the entrance to Colt's farm and forced himself in. Colt's residence's long walk gave the Sheriff and Mr. Henderson a good view of Colt's property. They both hated Colt's guts for coming to town and imposing himself. His grandfather was likable and gave all his neighbors fresh apples once they ripened. Colt had instead decided to sell it to them.

  “Colt, nice to find you are up and dandy,” the Sheriff said, “We are here about the crash that occurred last night.”

  "Hey Tim, and Mr. Henderson, there's nothing much to worry about it. It must've disintegrated in the crash. There’s nothing much left of it.”

  The Sheriff hated when Colt referred to him by his first name. It somehow showed Colt did not respect his authority.

  “Care to take us to the crash site then?” the Sheriff said.

  “And who are those with you?” Colt asked.

  “Well, you know Mr. Henderson. The rest are from the space observatory out in Lawton. They are led by Mr. Weaver here.”

  “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Weaver,” Colt said as he greeted the short, thin man wearing a lab coat and brimmed spectacles, "Glad to see you too, Mr. Henderson. I'm sure this is tour comes as a surprise to you."

  Mr. Henderson simply grunted and looked down.

  “Anyway... it fell on the southern part of the farm, so it’s a bit of a walk down there. I’m surprised it missed the large billboard since it was on that trajectory,” Colt observed.

  “Meteorites can wobble a bit before they land. They usually enter out atmosphere and start to spin quite fast, creating the Magnus Effect,” Mr. Weaver said, prompting curious glances from Colt and the Sheriff.

  Mr. Henderson's full attention was on everything other than the direction of the crash.

  It took the team an entire thirty minutes to walk to the crash site, and the rest of Mr. Weaver's team immediately got down to surveying the fragments left by the crash.

  “So you didn’t come to survey it immediately it landed?” the Sheriff asked.

  "Of course, I did. There was some little fire, but we managed to put it out. We didn't pick up anything if that’s what you are asking,” Colt answered and gave Carlos a knowing look.

  “Nothing, huh?” the Sheriff asked, sounding unconvinced, “So you came out here with who exactly? I’d like them to record a statement.”

  “Well... It was just me, Carlos, and another new staffer. I never got a chance to get his name. I asked him to come back later to get his details into the payroll, but I haven't seen him come in yet,” Colt answered.

  The Sheriff looked down at the tracks and made some notes.

  “And this other staffer was barefoot, huh?”

  "I didn't notice. It was dark, and who has time looking at feet when something comes falling from the sky, Sheriff?"

  Colt's condescending tone irked the Sheriff. He simply grunted and continued to make notes.

  "I need to speak to that staffer of yours. In the meantime, Carlos will write a statement. Carlos, are you prepared to write a statement?"

  It was now the Sheriff's turn to be condescending. His assertion that Carlos might be undocumented did not go unnoticed to either Colt or Carlos.

  "Of course, he is "prepared," Colt said as he drew the quotation marks with his fingers, “Carlos is alright.”

  “I didn’t mean otherwise,” the Sheriff said and smirked, “Alright, let’s allow the observatory team to do their investigations. I will head back to the station. You and Carlos can join me later once the observatory team is done. Is that alright?”

  “Fine, and what is Mr. Henderson’s business with all this then?” Colt asked.

  “I am just here to observe as a good neighbor. That's all," Mr. Henderson said, “I noticed your crop is late. If you need anything, don't hesitate to come right over and ask, son."

  Colt shrugged his shoulders and walked over to where Mr. Weaver and his team were working.

  “So, what do you reckon all this was then?” Colt asked.

  "Well, we have taken some samples, and it looks extraterrestrial. It's some space rock, so we need the lab to do further tests. For now, I can confirm, the deposits left can fetch you something good once we confirm the exact composition. You are looking at least $400,000. That should compensate you or your troubles."

  “Wow. So you mean the rock belongs to me?” Colt asked in amazement.

  The amount could go a long way in settling a few affairs at the farm. It was enough to sink a new borehole.

  “Yeah, it fell on your private property, and we are just here on your volition and invitation. We are only allowed to take a few samples for testing in case you want to stay with the rest of the fragments, but I can assure you they are worthless unless you sell to the government,” Mr. Weaver said.

  "Sold... Sold... I don't care about any rock, just get me that sum you mentioned Mr. Weaver, and you and I can be good friends,” Colt said with a large grin, prompting Mr. Henderson to scowl and follow the Sheriff out.

  "There's a bit of a process, but once we are done here, and we finish with the chemical analysis, we should have an offer for you from the National office,” Mr. Weaver said.

  “You mean NASA?” Colt asked as his eyes widened in anticipation.

  “Yeah, I mean NASA. Well, give us just a few more minutes, and we will be out of your hair."

  “No worries. Take all the time you need,” Colt said, “Carlos here will get you anything you need. I have to head back to the farm’s affairs. Carlos, can I see you for just a minute?”

  Carlos walked to where Colt was, and they walked a few paces away from earshot.

  "Listen, don't mention anything about the girl. She's a victim, and the police will not help her. Just say everything else but do not mention her, okay?"

  "Okay, boss," Carlos said.

  Colt had stood up for him against the racist Sheriff, and Carlos would make sure nothing he did disappoint his boss.

  "Good. Let me head back. Make sure everything is above board."

  Colt walked back to where the rest of the workers were and ordered them back to work. He noticed Zoey was observing everything from the windows of her room. Colt headed there.

  “Hey Zoey, I’m sure you think I called them. I didn’t. They came to investigate the meteor.”

  “I know. What are they saying?” Zoey asked.

  “Well, they said some people observed it crashing down. The scientists just want to take some samples and study them.”

  “Oh, study. Oh. Okay,” Zoey said.

  Colt noticed the increasing anxiety on Zoey’s face and grew worried.

  “Is something wrong?” Colt asked.

  “No. Not really. Everything is fine. How long do you think they will be investigating here for?”

  “I don’t know. I think a few weeks. I don’t know about these things,” Colt answered, “You seem suddenly interested in the meteor. Is everything okay?”

  “Oh, yes, yes. Everything is fine. It fell when I was running away and thought it was something my husband sent to track me. He has access to flying things... drones? Yes, drones. I thought it was his drone following me,” Zoey lied.