Porn Star by Keith Trimm

that didn’t
sound familiar and wore a pair of very dark sunglasses,
indoors.
    “What am I doing here?” Dennis asked. He
didn’t want to provoke an argument so he kept his tone civil and
low.
    “You are under observation,” the man
replied.
    “For what?”
    “We don’t trust you, we need to know what you
are all about.”
    “Who are you? And what is this place?” Dennis
asked.
    The man signaled for the door to be opened
and it slid open with a groan. “My name is Kassebaum,” he replied
as he stepped inside the cell.
    “And what is this place Kassebaum?”
    “You tell me.”
    “Funny, we’re playing games are we?” Dennis
replied shaking his head. “I’ll tell you where I think I am, I
think I’m inside that big silver football that snapped up the plane
before it hit the ground.”
    “Big silver football? I like that, never
heard it called that before.”
    “And I think you’re some sort of alien from
Mars or Venus or some shit hole I’ve never heard of before.”
    “Shit hole is relative, I think Earth is a
shit hole. You’d like where I’m from, it’s very nice there.”
    “If it’s so nice, what are you doing here?”
Dennis asked.
    “Observation, collection, the usual. Don’t
you watch television or the movies?” Kassabaum replied with a
grin.
    “Yeah I do, I suppose you’re going to whip
off your face and show me some lizard under your mask.”
    “I like you, you have a lot of spunk.”
    “I’m trying to like you, but I have a hard
time with anyone who thinks they have to chain me to a wall. Where
is Cassidy, and the rest of the passengers?”
    “Cassidy is fine, she’s going through a psych
eval.” Kassebaum looked at his watch. “No, she’s done by now,
should be back in her room.”
    “Does she know what’s going on?”
    “Not a clue, that’s what the eval is
for.”
    “How about the others?”
    “They are fine, just like you.”
    “What do you plan to do with us?”
    “I’m not at liberty to say. That’s for the
medical and scientific specialties, I’m security.”
    “How long have you been security?” Dennis
asked impatiently.
    “About twelve years now.”
    “So you must have some clue as to what they
have planned for us.”
    “Actually I know exactly what they have
planned. I just don’t have the authority to tell you.”
    Dennis paused for a moment and tried to read
Kassebaum’s body language. He was hard to read behind the dark
glasses, like playing poker with a seasoned player. “Should I be
worried?” Dennis asked.
    “You’re in chains, what do you think?”
Kassebaum replied.
    “So much for the benevolent alien theory,”
Dennis said getting pissed.
    “Think of it this way, of all your fellow
humans, how many get the opportunity you do?”
    “Opportunity for what? To be poked prodded
and cut up?”
    Kassebaum didn’t reply. It was as if Dennis
had guessed to close and his guard didn’t want to give away the
surprise. The guard stood still and it almost seemed like he was
listening to something. He became detached to Dennis and for a
moment, the silence was very awkward.
    “Hello?” Dennis asked prodding Kassebaum to
answer. Nothing. “I’m talking to you, you alien mother fucker.”
Still nothing. If he had something to throw, he would but he had
nothing but the clothes he wore onto the plane.
    Then Kassebaum suddenly woke from his trance
like state. “Did you say something?” he asked.
    “Yeah you alien bastard, tell me what you’re
going to do with me!”
    Kassebaum backed out of the cell and signaled
for the door to be shut. With a clank and a grind the door shut
leaving Dennis behind, still chained to the wall. “You will have
visitors soon enough to explain everything. I have to go.” With
that said, Kassebaum turned and walked down the hall out of
Dennis’s view leaving him there to worry and stew in his own
thoughts.
     
     
    It was three more hours before anyone came to
the cell waking Dennis from his trance like state.