Glowzilla

Thing's Left Unsaid

The night air was crisp, washing over my face like waves of fire, stinging my cheeks and burning my eyes through the fake lenses. I had been walking for some time now, not sure of where I was headed, or of any direction that I was going, I just knew that I needed out of that house for a while.

Making my way down the city streets, far away from the culled-sack in which I lived, I traveled further, replaying the transmission that I had received none but a few hours earlier.

My tallest's, the rulers of the Irken empire, had decided that my usefulness was up. In their recorded message that was sent to me, instead of a face to face message, they told me of the lies, and the truth that was so well hidden behind my eager eyes to please them. I had grown considerably, about 6 feet to be precise, and my pack had started to translate data more effectively, giving me a keener outlook on situations, and making it easier to get out of unfathomable outcomes. With my age up as well, the tallests decided that now since I was functioning properly, that they would tell me the truth.

Tears welled at the edges of my eyes but I refused to let them slide down my face, relishing in the fact that I could keep my invader title, but would be unrecognized as a true invader, and that my mission was now a reconnaissance mission, only to gather information, and to relay it to the tallests if I wanted to. But from now on, I was formerly discharged, and my status was "Permanent Vacation".

What hurt the most out of everything that had happened was my own stupidity for not realizing that it was all just a game. I was nothing more than a pawn for their own amusement, and when I was done making them laugh, it was time to throw me away.

I could say that I've seen worse done to other invaders, but I haven't, I couldn't even think of one person who was as blind as me, to not see the treatment I was put through, and to still go through it. I was so blind to my own ego, that it actually surprised me when the truth came, but after a while of replaying the memories of my past with my new-found wisdom, I realized that I was a fool for ever thinking I was an equal to any of the other invaders.

But as the discussion in my head grew to be painful, I finally noticed that my eyes had betrayed me, and the quiet river of tears being shed down my cheeks were getting me strange looks from the people I was passing. Wiping my eyes quickly to hide the blue tears, I hurried into a building, not noticing what it was as I rushed inside to hide from the cold and the onlookers. The wind had picked up, so the warmth inside was a granted welcome.

Noticing the sign that read sit anywhere, I took the liberty of doing just to a table and sitting down, hiding my face from the people around me, I didn't even notice the hostess come up to me until she started talking. From the look of the building I could guess that it was some kind of bar, but it had several stages around the room and one large stage in the middle, with poles placed unceremoniously around the room as well, and on top of the stages.

"Can I get you anything to drink sir?" said the hostess with a wide smile. I looked up, brought out of my retrieve by her bubbly voice and eager attitude. I noticed that she didn't look like a regular server, wearing a very short skirt with frills on it, and a white shirt that didn't cover her stomach, complete with a bright pink bra underneath. Her stocking were fishnet and she completed the ensemble with bright red high heel pumps that made her almost as tall as me.

"Water, please" I practically wheezed out, starting to make the connection on what type of 'Bar' I had entered into. "Be right back with that sugar" she said in a velvety voice, leaning over me to brush some of my hair out of my face and then sauntering off. Since my adaptation to the Earths atmosphere, I was able to become desensitized to the harmful chemicals that lived inside the earth water. It no longer burned my skin and I no longer needed to bathe in past, which became quite irritating from time to time.

Going back to the conversation inside my head, I replayed my earlier mistake of just wandering into an unknown building. I should leave this place, said a voice in my head, you're in a strip club! Invaders don't go to strip clubs, this is below us! But then the memory of the transmission came back and my head bowed. Well I may not be an invader anymore, so what's the harm of watching some performers take off their clothes? I have to admit to myself that the females of the planet can be pleasing to watch from time to time, but none have ever motivated me to want to copulate with them. The thought of going home at the moment in the cold was a dreaded thought, and I welcomed the strip club as a good distraction for the time being.

A few minutes later the hostess returned to my table with the water, setting it down in front of me before giving me a strange look.

"What?" I asked, not really wanting to be bothered at the moment.

"I'm just wondering what a stud like you is doing in a place like this", said the hostess with a sly grin. "Did your girlfriend break up with ya or something? Or maybe your boyfriend? Depending if you swing that way?" Her question caught me off guard, and I looked at her with a strange look, copying her own. "Why do you say that?" I asked.

Cocking her head to the side she gave me a smile and replied, "Well, you just look a little sad and mopey at the moment. Most guys who come in without an automatic smile on their face are mopey about losing their girlfriends, and want to get back at them by taking picture's with the strippers". She said all this matter of factly, and waited patiently for my response.

Again caught off guard for looking sad in front of the humans, I made a quick reply, hoping it would satisfy her curiosity and get her out of my hair.

"Actually, if you could call it a similar situation, I was just told that my employment at my firm was no longer required, and that I was basically fired. So I figured this would help me take my mind off of the whole situation". It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't entirely true either, seeing as how I was still getting the benefits of being an invader, and I was still allowed to return to my planet, but it was only for supplies runs, and then I had to come back to earth. This was my permanent home now, my eternal vacationing spot that I could never leave.

The hostess gave me the saddest looks I have ever seen be worn on a human, and rushed me with a hug, her rather large boobs squishing my face. I could feel my cheeks heat up at her close proximity, and could smell the scent of her perfume even stronger through my antenna, which lay flat against my head under the wig.

"Oh honey, you poor sweet little thing! I can't believe you were fired and you came all the way here to get away from your troubles! Now don't you worry, Sallies gonna treat you really nice so you don't have anything to worry bout ok? Now just relax, and you'll be in for a real treat".

Unhinging my face from her boobs, I couldn't help but reply with a small thank you as she walked away, winking and then turning and bustling through some curtains to what I presume was back stage. Fixing my hair so that it was no longer crooked on my head, I let myself relax to the comfortable atmosphere and tasteful music that played all around me, allowing myself a break and a small smile.

As I sipped my water through the twisty straw that they gave me, a change in the music occurred playing through the speakers on the ceiling, letting me know something was going on. The lights diming around the restaurant with only the middle stage lit up, a spotlight shown on one pole in the middle of the stage. I guess it's starting I said to myself, reclining back in my chair so I could watch the show. It hadn't dawned on me until I actually looked around the bar/ restaurant, but it had become quit full with humans, allot of whom were men and women, all gathered around the middle stage as the music picked up in tempo.

I found myself easily relaxed by the music as I awaited the dancers, and couldn't help but feel that maybe the night wouldn't be so bad, and I would figure things out later. But for now, I just wanted to see something gyrate.

As the songs picked up more, the first couple of dancers made their way onto the stage. There were three to be precise, one in the middle which was a tall leggy blond with what looked like a bright red bathing suite adorning her body, only it had black lace around the cleavage area, and there were strands of beads running down the sides of her legs from the fabric of the suite. The two dancers to her left and right were men, with big muscled arms and only wearing black pants with a black bow tie around their necks, completely topless. They helped the leggy blond do some of her performance, tossing her from one guy to the other as she swung on the pole. The whole ordeal made me feel like I was watching some of the female Irkens as they learned battle moves. The dances were a mix between agility, flexibility, and for sheer enjoyment, as well as a good workout. When the first dance was over, everyone in the crowd clapped and cheered, and I was surprised to find myself clapping along with them, becoming excited to see the next dance.

After three or four more dances, all being better than the last, the music started to change, and the atmosphere in the room did as well. All in one moment, the females in the club not part of the dance crew rushed to the edge of the middle stage, squealing with joy at the upcoming dance, all of them holding their wallets like their lives depended on it.

As they waited for the next dancer, the hostess returned to my table carrying another glass of water and set it down in front of me. "So how are you liking the show so far?" she asked, giving me a wide grin.

"The show is actually pretty good, and turned out to be a great distraction for me, but I have to ask, why are there so many women here if it's a strip club? I mean I get why they would want to watch some of the men dancers, but they don't really do much else than help the female dancers. And I have a hard time believing their all lesbians." Zim looked at the hostess waiting for her answer, and was shocked to see her burst out laughing. "Oh man sugar you really are a newbie" she said between snickers. "But you are right, the women up front are not lesbians, but we do have one male dancer that dances for them, and I gotta say, if I wasn't waiting tables and I could get away with it, I'd top him right on stage, because man is he HOT!, as well as his body!". "You may not get much of a kick out of it, but he is fun to look at, even some of the guys who are respectably straight can't help but watch him".

"Is he really that good?" I asked out of suspicion, not really caring too much for the males of the species, but knowing that if this new dancer was as good as they say he is, then there wasn't any harm in downloading the moves into my pack for later and turning them into battle moves.

"Honey, you'll just have to watch and see for yourself. And don't feel bad if you get turned on, allot of guys do when they first see him, he kind of looks like a chick when he's doing the moves, cause he's got such a cute baby face ya know? Anyways have fun". And she walked off, leaving Zim to ponder about the mysterious dancer who was even better than the females, and couldn't help but get excited.

The music soon turned into a faster tempo and Zim could swear he felt the vibrations from the music radiating off of the stage and hitting his antenna, making his body sway, watching the stage intently until finally, he showed up.

The shock that hit Zim was so hard that he almost fell out of his chair when he saw who was dancing. Mouth hanging open he watched the fluid motions of the body onstage, unable to look away as the man sprung up expertly, swinging on and off the pole with a grace any fighter of Irk would be jealous of, slipping his legs firmly around the pole, he slowly sunk to the floor, touching a woman's cheek and smiling as she screamed and swooned. The routine was even more spectacular than any of the female dancers combined, and the flexibility of those long lean muscles had Zim watching in wonder of how much the human had grown and developed since their middles school and high school days.

"I can't believe I found him" whispered Zim in awe as he watched the Dib human flow languidly to the music, as if that was all he could hear as he moved around on stage, not once deterring from the rhythm, and ending the moves with the song, flowing to a graceful stop, and then bowing to the crowd of cheering females. His ensemble was something else entirely as well. Looking the human up and down, Zim couldn't help but notice the tight leather pants that fit snug around the humans muscle developed legs, hanging tight around his hips, a silver chain adorning the belt loops. A tight bright red shirt covered the human's thin lithe chest, giving no room to the imagination as you could count the muscles that adorned the thin body. His arms had fishnet bands running from the sleeves of his shirt, pronouncing the muscles in his arms and shining lightly with sweat.

Zim didn't even realize he was standing, making his way towards the stage, as if hypnotized by the human himself, unable to look away as he neared him. The Dib beast not even noticing his presence as the Irken Invader came closer and closer to his target.

Zim was almost able to touch the stage when something stirred in the crowd. A clatter could be heard and the next thing Zim new, he was being pushed back by a crowd of women, a circle forming in the middle of the floor just a few feet from the stage. Zim could hear yelling, and when he looked on, he saw Dib in the middle of the circle with a very drunk customer. The customer was yelling about something or other, and how he thought Dib had touched his woman and he didn't like it, and was being none too gentle with his rough shoves to Dibs chest.

In that moment, rage seemed to engulph Zim's senses as he watched what was happening, not liking at all how the human was touching the Dib, and pushed past the women in the circle, coming front and center to stand between Dib and the drunkard.

"Zim!?" said Dib in shock as he watched the alien step in front of him, not being able to say anything else as the alien invader he had lost touch with 2 years ago came forth in front of his very eyes.

"We will talk later Dib filth" said Zim in a menacing tone, making Dib shiver out of habit at hearing his voice. "Just move out of Zim's way".

"What's this HUH!? You getting your boyfriend to help you in a fight you little queer ball?" That patron was getting rather annoying, so Zim decided to not let him say anymore words, and fluidly punched the man straight in the jaw, holding back his strength enough not to kill the poor bastard, but enough to send him flying into a couple of tables and into the wall.

Smiling proudly at his handiwork, Zim then turned to face the human looking up at him, his wide amber eyes portraying an emotion Zim had never seen before, making something in his squeedily spootch knot and twist as he watched the human shift his feet under his gaze.

Noticing that they were getting more attention than Zim wanted for the night from the speechless onlookers, Zim took hold of Dib's wrist, yanking lightly, "were leaving Dib filth, collect your things and meet me outside". A slight nod from Dib told the Alien he wouldn't resist, giving Zim the go ahead to wait outside for him while he got dressed.