Nora

I cannot believe what just happened. I’m still shaking like a leaf in an autumn storm. The guards are giving me weird looks, but I don’t care. I rest my back against the metal door and take a few deep breaths.

My first meeting with a client… and this happens. A totally and completely dripping wet naked Zoran warrior shows up.

And I mean totally naked. There was nothing left to the imagination. I saw him in all his glory. And what glory there was!

I’ve never seen anything even remotely like that before. All of the Earth men I know are flabby midgets compared to him. I mean, it’s not their fault I suppose, because who can compare to a Zoran? I knew the alien warriors were supposed to be well built, but I had no idea that they had muscles on their muscles!

Every fiber of his being looked like it was sculpted out of pure marble. It’s a miracle he’s in the shape he’s in, seeing as they kept him in chains for months. It must be their genetics.

And I haven’t mentioned his cock yet.

Excuse my language, but holy fucking shit what a fucking cock that was. It was huge! And thick! And just… mesmerizing! I lost all my professional decorum the moment I saw him grow hard.

Years of law school flew out the window the moment I saw that alien, purple cock achieve a size that just blew my damn mind. My cheeks are still glowing red with a mixture of shame and arousal. No man has ever had that effect on my before.

If any human guy exposed himself to me like that, I’d be more likely to deliver him a kick in the nuts than grow flustered. Generally speaking, I don’t take no shit. You can’t if you want to make it as a woman in a man’s world. Law firms are like zoo’s sometimes — it’s all chest beating and poo-flinging from a bunch of monkeys in suits when you strip away the fancy jargon.

And yet, Torin… Torin is different. I can’t put my finger on it.

That’s cause its way too big for just your finger.

No, I mean, it’s in the way he walks. The way he carries himself. I expected… well, I’m not sure what I expected, but it wasn’t this!

I probably expected a gruff, hardened criminal. Instead, this man has supreme confidence, and to my surprise, I felt safer in his company than with the guards.

Says something about the guards in this place…

“You okay?” one of them asks. “What did that beast do to you, hm?”

“I’m fine,” I say. “I’m fine. Just need a second.”

This is not why I became a lawyer — to gawk at naked Zorans. No, I had a singular purpose. My father thought I was crazy when I applied for law school, but it was my calling. I knew that the weak need protecting in this world. And for some, the only protection they would get is from me. I learned from a young age that if you don’t stand up for yourself no one else will, unfortunately.

You see, my dad was a bit of a tinkerer. He invented a levitating lamp, using magnets. He was so proud! He went to the Federation and tried to trademark it, but the clerk just laughed at him. Guess what next year’s big holiday gift was? That’s right. Levitating lamps.

My father was crushed. He stopped inventing, stopped tinkering, stop building. It broke my heart. The only passion my father had and the Federation crushed him for the sake of profit.

And it wasn’t even about the money! It was about the recognition. That’s all he wanted. That people knew who he was, that he did something. He just wanted to be taken seriously. The man poured all of his energy into his job and raising me, and this was his first break in a long, tough life… or so he thought.

Instead, it was another disappointment.

That’s what put me on my path. I wanted to help people who couldn’t help themselves. I wanted to fight the inhumane machine the Federation has become. Sure, our standard of living is good, but sometimes I feel we lost something in the transition to a global government. A human touch, maybe.

Or a Zoran touch.

The moment I touched Torin’s wrists I felt a jolt of electricity pass right through me. It lit a fire inside of me, one that is still raging. I can’t believe I dropped down to my knees in front of him and removed his shackles, his throbbing erection only a foot away.

Was it a lapse of judgment? Temporary insanity? Am I just lewd?

No, I was just being a good lawyer. Right? That’s what I tell myself, that I was just helping my client, but deep down, I know that’s not true. Deep down I know I was just intrigued and mesmerized by his hardness. I wanted to take a better look at his massive dick.

I still see it every time I close my eyes. It’s not a sight you easily forget. The golden head glistening with pre-cum…

Torin’s colors are so interesting. His skin is turquoise, like the color of the sea in the Mediterranean. His eyes, however, are a deep and warm purple. The very same color that covers his cock, like spots on a jaguar, while the head… the head of his member is bright and gold, like a shimmering jewel.

Like the world’s most alluring forbidden fruit.

I shake my head and pinch my own cheeks. Focus, Nora. Stop thinking about that surreal throbbing cock and just focus for a few seconds. That man is on death row, and if you don’t get your act together, you will regret this moment for the rest of your life. Focus!

“You sure you’re okay?” the guard asks. He places his hand on my shoulder and I recoil from his touch. I haven’t forgotten that these are the guards that stripped Torin naked to humiliate him and me. I bet they thought I’d be flustered, angry and terrified.

Instead, I just realized what a special type of assholes these two dudes are.

“Take me to the warden,” I say, keeping my voice under control.

“Not unless you chain that beast back up,” the guard answers.

“Are you serious? Ugh,” I sigh.

Frustrated, I head back in the room. Torin looks up at me, surprised, and the moment I make eye-contact my heart flutters. We’ve only had a short talk, but already I feel a connection.

Already I feel we have chemistry.

This is diametrically opposed to all of my training. I’m a professional. I have to keep my client’s interest at heart — not whatever he’s packing between those strong, muscled legs of his. I have to separate my emotions from my work and be objective.

Easier said than done when you’re staring at a naked seven foot tall green-blue mountain of muscle and manliness.

They don’t prepare you for this in school.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “They want me to put the chains back on you.”

Torin nods. “I’ll do it myself.”

“No, that’s okay,” I say as I slip the cuffs back onto his wrists and his ankles. This time I refrain from ogling his manhood, as hard as that is.

Okay, I take a quick peek.

I can’t help it.

His hardness has gone down somewhat — good. I can’t imagine how pent-up and frustrated he must be. They kept him isolation for months on end… I’m surprised he hasn’t thrown me against a wall and taken out all of his frustrations on me.

Well, not surprised… disappointed? No, that’s wrong. Only a wild beast would do that, and that’s not Torin. We only just met, but I can tell he’s in full control.

In fact, I have trouble believing that he is guilty of the heinous crimes he is accused of. Not that my judgment matters all that much in the end — I’m a professional. I should judge the facts, not my own emotions. Some of the most innocent looking people turn out to be some of the worst criminals.

Even though I know that to be true, my gut is telling me that in this case, Torin is really not the bad guy. It might just be… the warden.

We’ll see what he has to say when I talk to him.

I exit the room and hand the keys to the guard. “There, all locked up. Can we go now?”

The two men exchange looks. “I’ll take her to see the warden, you wait for backup?” the one named Frank says. The other guard nods, and just like that we are on our way back.

The road back is filled with silence. I’m sure the guards thought they’d have a hoot at my expense — time for your reckoning, asshole.

We pass the checkpoints, the guards, the huge metal doors and finally make it back to the warden’s office. The only place that looks like a normal room in this bleak and dark facility. Well, it would look normal if it wasn’t built inside of a freaking vault.

“Miss Baker, back so soon?” Anik Onyx says, glancing up at me. “What can I do for you?”

“What kind of show are you running here?” I say, barely keeping my voice down.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You damn well do,” I bristle. “What you’re doing is illegal and you know it. Keeping him in isolation? Keeping him up at night, alone, chained up like an animal? That’s torture!”

“He is an animal,” Anik sneers, his knuckles turning white as he grabs his glass of whiskey tightly. “He’s a monster! And we treat him like one. What is wrong with that?!”

“Everything!” I yell. “It goes against everything the Federation stands for!”

“What do you know about the Federation?!” he sneers. “I am the Federation! My family is the Federation!”

My cheeks glow red hot with anger. Who does this pompous asshole think he is?

“There are laws, mister Onyx, and even people like you have to obey them! You can’t treat Torin like this, no matter what you think. I will be making a report of this, you can be sure of that. Oh yeah, and your guards thought it would be funny if they stripped him naked and hosed him down before locking him in a room with me, figure that!”

Anik Onyx raises his thin eyebrows. “And? Did you have fun?”

I ignore him. “You will place him in general population,” I demand. “And I won’t forget this. I’ll bring all of it to light, no matter how long it takes. You’re messing with the wrong woman. I think the people back on Earth will be very interested to hear what goes on here.”

He throws his glass against the wall, shattering it into a thousand little pieces. I flinch involuntarily.

“You have no idea what goes on in here!” he barks as he jumps out of his seat. “You Earthlings are all the same. You come in here and tell us how the world works, how to run my prison! You’ve been here, what, half a day?! I’ve been here for years! Years! I’ve seen prison riots. I’ve seen what these animals are capable of. Give them a finger and they bite off your arm and beat you to death with it. You know nothing. If I put that monster in gen pop, you know what happens? Chaos. Mayhem. Interspecies gang warfare. The humans will try to kill him. The other species may defend him, and before you know it, I have a fucking war. Want to blame someone? Blame that Zoran son-of-a-bitch for Pazar. Blame him! Don’t come in here and tell me what to fucking do. Bitch.”

He sits back down and sighs, running a hand through his greasy black hair. I can’t believe the gall of this man.

“All you’re doing is delaying the inevitable. Sign off, and we can kill him and be done with it. His sentence is clear. What side are you even on?”

“The side of justice,” I sneer. It’s clear he’s grown bitter over the years “Unlike you. I will not rest until I have turned this case upside down. There’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

“Nothing?” he says. “This is not Earth. Choose your words carefully.”

“This is a Federation planet where Federation laws apply,” I say. “Is that a threat? Because you can’t hurt me, Onyx.”

“Think again, race traitor.”

“What?!”

“I see it in your eyes,” he says. I smell the whiskey on his breath from across the room. His eyes are filled with hatred, his gangly face looking mean as hell. He looks completely unhinged as he points a bony finger at me.

“You love Zorans more than you do humans,” he says. “I’ve heard of women like you before. It’s because of traitors like you that the Zorans came to Earth in the first place. It’s because of you we let those mongrels dilute our bloodline!”

He’s a xenophobe — can’t say I’m surprised.

“I’m sick and tired of listening to this shit,” he barks. “You waltz in here with your fancy degrees and your high heels and your total lack of experience, and you start telling me how to do my job? Yes, I did a background check on you missy. You’re fucking nobody. In fact, nobody is going to miss you, too. You want that Zoran to have someone to talk to, hm? I’ll give him one! You’ll be his bunkmate, how about that?!”

My heart skips a beat.

“What?”

“That’s right! You want to cozy up to a Zoran killer? Here’s your chance!”

“You can’t do that,” I say, my throat feeling dry.

“I can do whatever I want!” The veins in his neck look ready to pop. “This is my planet, Nora! Mine!”

The warden presses a button and buzzes in guards. “You know where to take her,” he sneers.

I stand up, wobbling on my heels, feeling sick to my stomach. I raise my fists defensively even though these guards have a hundred pounds of muscle on me. “Stay back!” I say.

Suddenly, a rag covers my face from behind, and everything fades to black.