Your Enemy is Dead
Janice Rand leaned catlike into her dresser mirror while she applied the finishing touches to her make-up. If she looked like a dewy mermaid last night, she looked more like a siren this morning. Her lips were painted a harlot red, her eyes were smoky and feline, and her thick, waist-length hair was pulled upward in a high ponytail. Medium-sized silver hoops dangled from her ears in full view. She gave herself the once-over before spritzing herself with some heady-scented perfume.
“Well, Janice, you have your ‘fuck me’ make-up on, and your ‘fuck me’ perfume on. Khobran will have a major hard-on he’ll be stuck with until our next date,” she thought to herself.
“Now, he would have been working in that chamber since 0500 hours, so I’m going to take a chance and see if he’s finished at 0800 hours. If I’m right, hopefully, he should be changing out of his chamber suit in a few minutes. I don’t know this, of course, but I’m going by my intuition.”
Rand gave herself a wicked little smile and crossed her fingers.
“Time to see if your plan works!” she said out loud.
Rand walked out of her quarters, wiggling her hips shamelessly as she got into character.
The changing station was fairly empty, with just a few smattering of engineers who were either ending, or beginning their morning shifts in the various chambers that were spread throughout the Enterprise. There were a few early morning fitness warriors who were changing into their gear, but they were a very small group. The rooms within the changing station were fairly large, able to accommodate four people with more than enough space between them. Each room consisted of four large built-in lockers, with shelves that stretched in between them, and four tables with accompanying chairs near each corner of the room. Since the station was unisex, each room had sliding doors as a privacy option.
Rand was walking through the second corridor of the station when she spotted Khobran, his door open, in one of the rooms. He was in the mist of slipping out of his silver protective suit, when he looked up, and saw Rand.
“Janice, I didn’t expect to find you here,” he exclaimed, breaking into a huge grin.
Rand stood by the doorway, her back against the rim of the door, her hands tucked behind her back. She propped a leg behind her and jutted her chest, her lips slightly parted. Khobran stood in front of Rand, his protective gear halfway down his waist, revealing how his upper body molded the black regulation t-shirt. His muscles and veins under the taunt jade skin were a sensory treat for Rand’s eyes. She had to remember to keep her composure, though the secret place between her legs didn’t comply.
“Hello, Khobran. You certainly look fit this morning,” she purred.
“As usual, you look amazing!” Khobran was clearly in awe of Rand’s new look.
Rand gently shoved herself off the rim of the doorway, and slinked towards Khobran. She placed her hand on his powerful chest, allowing it to slide down to his tight abs, his waist and his lower back while she walked around him, as if inspecting his body.
“You are a glorious sight after spending a long time in that chamber, Janice,” said Khobran, his voice reflecting the arousal born from Rand’s touching.
“Now that you’re here, I thought maybe we could get some breakfast from the galley and bring it back to my quarters. Breakfast in bed, that sort of thing,” he said, a mixture of hope and heat in his deep voice.
Rand’s hand brushed against Khobran’s hard buttocks, squeezing it while she pressed her body against his.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Khobran. I’m headed to the captain’s quarters. He needs me this morning.”
“But, I thought that you came down here because your morning was free,” Khobran said, confused.
“No, that’s not the case. As a matter of fact, I’m not free until tomorrow night.”
Khobran looked at Rand steadily, following her with his eyes while she continued to walk around him, her hands brushing against his hips, and ending on his inner thigh.
“God, he has such a hard body,” she thought, her own body hungry for him.
When she squeezed Khobran’s inner thigh, Rand leaned into him. “Can I have a rain check, dear?” she asked.
Khobran looked down at Rand and raised a brow. “For someone who has no time this morning to spend with me, you certainly look and act ready for a hot little fuck,” he said coolly.
The expression on his face became steely, his violet eyes peering into Rand’s with unwavering intensity. Rand’s teasing humor was wiped away from her, taken aback by Khobran’s new, and unsettling disposition. Before Rand could release herself from Khobran, he grabbed her by the forearm and yanked her to him, like a rag doll. Rand let out a small gasp, while Khobran brought his face into hers. His grip was so strong that Rand felt like her arm was being held by a stationary shackle.
“I knew you were really pissed last night when things got hot and heavy, and I had to cut things off! So, I know why you’re doing this,” said Khobran icily.
“You wanted to fuck just as badly as I did, and you went to bed angry. Fine. I also know that this is a ruse. Turns out I checked your schedule before reporting to work, and the captain doesn’t need you until 1030 hours. I’m free until 1000 hours. How lucky you are.”
Khobran’s eyes flashed as he pulled Rand along, walking over to the mechanism that closed and locked the changing room door, slamming it down with his palm. When the door was soundly locked, he hurled Rand against the wall and held her there.
Khobran kissed Rand hard, his tongue probing her mouth while he placed his thick thigh between her slender legs. Rand moaned as she surrendered to the overwhelming want of this Orion man. His strong hands reached under her uniform skirt and squeezed her rump, his lips and teeth nibbling along her jaw line and down her neck. Khobran kissed along the fabric of her uniform, going downward until he reached her skirt. He lifted this up, and nuzzled his nose against the crotch of her red over-shorts.
Khobran looked up at Rand, a wicked smile on his face as he lifted up her right leg and yanked off her boot. Rand looked down at Khobran while he threw her right boot, and then the left boot, over his shoulder. He ran his hands over her long legs until he reached her hips. Effortlessly, He yanked the red over-shorts off, revealing the lacey black bikini panties that were hiding underneath. Khobran’s smile became even broader, and the hastiness he displayed in yanking off the barrier of her pantyhose made Rand almost lose her balance. As Khobran tossed the hose behind him, he traced his finger along the pubic line of her panties. Rand bit her lower lip, feeling the tip of his finger taunting her, making her breathing even more rapid. He eased off these lace panties, and gently worked his finger through Rand’s blond pubic hair until he spotted her erect pink bud. Khobran looked up at Rand, his expression full of arousal.
“Someone is ready to fuck,” he said, his voice low, steady.
Khobran got up from his crouching position, and rose up until he towered over her again. Rand parted her lips, as she stared into his intense violet eyes. She felt her bare ass pressed against the coolness of the wall. Khobran reached for Rand’s waist, positioning her so that she had her back to him, while his own back faced the wall. He encircled her slender waist with one powerful arm, while with his free hand he slipped his fingers between her legs and probed her secret place. He explored with firm, yet gentle fingers with an insistent probing that was both merciless and loving in its curiosity. Rand was pushed up Khobran’s body by the sheer strength of his encircling arm, blissfully trapped in his grasp. She reached behind until she found his buttocks and grabbed them. A long, thick finger probed her, found her sweet spot, and flicked it, teased it. Rand widened her legs in accommodation, rocking her hips almost unconsciously, as they seemed to find their own rhythm with Khobran’s conducting fingers. She threw her head back, and sobbed in ecstasy while she squirmed and writhed under the Orion’s expertise. Khobran nibbled the nape of Rand’s neck, uttering a deep throaty chuckle as Rand felt the area between her legs mount and tighten with want. Her breathing increased rapidly and she let out small trembling moans.
“Oh God, Khobran! Fuck me! I can’t wait anymore!” she said in a small horse whisper.
Khobran eased his probing fingers out of her, giving Rand one long kiss at the nape of her neck again.
“Aren’t you glad you stopped by?” He chuckled, giving Rand’s buttocks a playful slap. He pulled Rand over to one of the tables, and pushed her down over it, so that she was bent over from the waist.
Rand could feel her body release heat underneath her skin, as it produced light beads of sweat in anticipation of what was to come. Rand was so wet between her legs that she knew, without a doubt, that she could take Khobran in easily. Rand’s hands were braced on the tabletop while he positioned her so that her knees were on the table and her legs were spread wide, propelling her naked ass high, and in full view.
“You have the best ass and pair of legs of any woman I’ve ever been with,” Khobran said breathlessly, while he ran both of his hands over her buttocks and thighs. Rand could feel a light draft touching the wetness of her pubic area, the ever delicate breeze touching her swollen clit. She heard a slip of fabric behind her, followed by a startling long, thick member rubbing back and forth along the length of her vagina. Rand moaned, jutting her naked rump higher.
“Ah, Khobran! Please! I want you inside me now!” While her voice was still horse and small, the heat in her body was immense.
Khobran eased his penis into Rand. She was stunned as he stretched her wide, even though he had only an inch of him inside her. She drew in her breath sharply, and widened her fingers open like a fan. Khobran grabbed her buttocks with his large hands while he pushed in, pulling Rand’s hips towards him. He pushed until he was all the way in, his large firm testicles buoyant against her pubic area. Rand was overwhelmed, her insides tightening around Khobran like a warm, soft vise. He pushed in and pulled out of Rand, moaning her name. He moved slowly, with power and control, probing her depths. Rand chanted Khobran’s name, like a mantra, over and over again. She bit her lower lip, becoming bold as she met his powerful thrusts hungrily, and with great need. Rand’s wetness mingled with the pain and pleasure of his member stretching her, impaling her. He pumped faster, making Rand tighten around him. He reached over with one hand, pulling at the elastic around Rand’s ponytail. Rand felt her hair fall loose to her sides, her back, the tip of her sweaty naked butt. Khobran pushed and pulled on, then he reached under and manipulated Rand’s erect bud.
Rand jumped and gasped, her orgasm sucking Khobran in, her bud so sensitive and ripe to his taunting fingertips. As she came, Rand gyrated and ground her hips into him, her whole body hot and dewy. As he came inside her, Rand felt his eruption. His alien chemistry created a long, continuous ejaculation that was hot and thick. The feel of his finger on her clit, his cum, and her quickening stoked by the sheer length and width of Khobran was too much for Rand, and she came in waves like a rising tide.
They called each other’s name as they collapsed, she on the table, and he on top of her. Rand stretched her arms on either side of her and let out a long breath. Khobran kept his member inside of Rand while he fondled her ass, alternating between squeezing and pinching. When he finally eased his penis out of Rand, she could hear a slip of fabric behind her again. Khobran turned Rand over effortlessly, picking her up by the buttocks while she wrapped her long legs around his waist. She could feel a naughty little finger slip inside of her, as he gently lowered her down with him, on the floor.
“Hello, sleepy head.”
Rand looked up through heavy-lidded eyes to see Khobran , his face closing in on hers to kiss her lips, greeting her from her slumber. She was in her own Nirvana while he kissed her, his tongue probing and exploring her mouth. As their mouths and tongues intertwined, Khobran’s hands caressed her naked buttocks and thighs softly, delicately.
“Oh, Khobran, when they created you they broke the mold,” said Rand between kisses.
“It’s not me, Janice. You’re simply too much woman to ignore. If I were the captain, you couldn’t be my yeoman. That’s for sure!”
He gave Rand’s buttock a firm lingering squeeze and brushed his lips to her throat. She loved the feel of Khobran’s hands toying with her bottom, and she wanted to start another tryst right there on the floor.
“Hey, what time is it?” asked Rand, running her hands through Khobran’s hair.
Khobran detached his lips from Rand’s neck, looked around, and reached over for his duffle. He pulled it over to his side, and rummaged through it, finding his watch.
“It’s exactly 0940 hours. Time for us to get back to work. Scotty calls,” he said, leaning in playfully to steal another kiss.
Khobran got up, pulling Rand by both hands until she was on her feet. Rand knew how she must look like. Wild hair, no underpants, bare legs, smeared make-up. She couldn’t very well return to work like this. Rand looked around the floor of the changing room.
“I gotta get back to my quarters and wash up! Then, I need to eat,” said Rand, placing her hand on her stomach.
“Coffee and cinnamon buns, right?” joked Khobran.
“Very funny, smartass!” Rand continued to look around the floor, not able to find what she was looking for.
“Hey, have you seen my panties anywhere?” she asked after a fruitless search around the changing room floor.
“You mean these?” asked Khobran, dangling the panties in Rand’s face.
“Oh, great!” Relieved, Rand reached for them. Khobran chuckled, yanking the panties away from Rand’s reach. “Hey, what are you doing?”
“Keeping these as a souvenir for a memorable conquest,” Khobran said blithely.
“What? Come on, Khobran! I need those!”
“You can wear your regulation shorts without anything underneath. They cover the women around here like diapers!”
“Khobran, give them to me!”
Rand placed her hand on her hips, chuckling at the situation. “Then, will you at least help me look for my pantyhose,” she said after retrieving her uniform undershorts from off the floor in front of her.
“You mean, these?” Khobran held up a pair of eviscerated sheer black nylon, his two large fingers sticking out of the largest holes.
Rand’s face dropped. She snatched them out of Khobran’s hand and stretched them out in front of her, like an accordion. As she held them in front of her face she could see Khobran through one of the many rips and tears that were all over the fabric. He bit his lower lip, standing with his arms behind him, like a gigantic naughty kid.
“I’m sorry, Janice. I guess I got a bit carried away,” he said meekly, shrugging his shoulders.
“Just a bit,” quipped Rand, throwing the useless nylon over her shoulder.
“What can I say? When I saw you in those lacey little panties, I simply had to get to them,” Khobran said, walking over to Rand and wrapping his arms around her.
“But, what am I going to do? I can’t walk down the hall in bare legs, you big goof!” Rand said, playfully punching him in the arm.
“Looks like you’ll have to,” Khobran chuckled as he kissed Rand’s throat. “Give the crewmen something to dream about,” he said between kisses that went from her throat, to her jaw line, to her lips. While they kissed, laughter could be heard from outside of their changing room door.
“It’s getting a little busy now. Looks like we better get going,” he said, releasing Rand from his arms.
“You know, Khobran, it’s not exactly going to look good for us to be seen walking out together,” Rand pointed out.
“Give me a break, Janice. Do you think we’re the first couple to do the deed in these rooms?”
“I’m sure that they didn’t just waltz out of the room like nothing,” she warned.
“Do you mean to tell me that you don’t want to be seen waltzing out with me?” Khobran said with mock offense, smacking his hand in the middle of his chest.
“Khobran, we can’t just walk out together after screwing in the changing room! You know how people talk! Besides, it might be seen as improper conduct,” she said, pinching Khobran’s hand.
“Ouch! That hurt,” he said with an incredulous laugh.
“Serves you right, jerk,” she exclaimed playfully.
Khobran looked at Rand for a moment and sighed, his hands on his hips.
“Okay, tell you what. Why don’t you hide in one of these compartments. I’ll tap on its door to let you know that I’m going, and you wait five minutes after I leave. I’ll close the changing room door behind me.”
“Do you honestly think I could fit into these compartments? Seriously now!”
“Of course you can.” Khobran opened one of the slender doors that reached, vertically, from the ceiling to the floor.
The inside of the compartment was long enough, and wide enough, for Rand to sit in, albeit snugly.
“Well, well, well. You’re right. Guess I’ve never thought about it before,” she said while Khobran slapped her naked fanny.
“Better put on these boots and shorts, or else you’ll cause a frenzy down the halls!”
Khobran reached under her skirt for a last little pinch of her naked buttocks, making Rand jump up and giggle. He watched her put on her red over-shorts and boots, before placing herself in the slender compartment.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Okay. Close the door behind you. I’ll fold up my protective suit and stuff it in my duffel. Then, I’ll tap your door. You wait five minutes afterwards.”
“What if someone walks in?”
“Tell them you were looking for your pantyhose.”
Khobran closed the compartment door, effectively enveloping Rand in darkness. From inside the locker, she could hear the stuffing of fabric, followed by the manipulation of zippers, drawstrings, and buckles. His footsteps went up to the compartment, where he tapped three times on the door. Afterwards, the footsteps trailed away, the changing room door opened and shut, and then there was silence.
Five minutes passed while Rand dutifully crouched silently in the dark space. It was only five minutes, and her knees were already feeling the strain.
“Luckily, I don’t have to pee,” she thought.
When it was time for her to make her exit, Rand reached over to pull up the inside latch and pushed her way out--or tried to. She pushed again.
“What the…” She jiggled it, only to realize that the door was stuck.
“Shit, I can’t believe this!”
She pushed and shoved at the compartment door, finally stopping, out of sheer frustration.
“Oh, God! I’m gonna be late for work!”
Rand banged on the door and yelled, concerns over gossip and decorum be damned! Her knees started to buckle, when she stopped to gather herself.
“Calm down, Janice,” she coached to herself, trying to stop the panic that rose in her belly.
Rand closed her eyes and started to breath deeply. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and began counting to three. While ignoring the pain in her knees, she positioned herself like a sprinter.
Just then, the door opened. The darkness of the compartment was filled with light, and Rand found herself face to face with a bewildered Nurse Leigh, who was holding the compartment door. From behind Leigh, Rand could spot Nurses Patel and Nurse Rose staring at Rand, looking equally bewildered, as they stood holding their duffel bags.
“Lovely,” thought Rand with exasperation.
“Janice, what are you doing in that compartment?”
Nurse Leigh’s question was long and drawn out, almost as if she was talking to a retarded child. At first, Rand was at a loss on what to tell this idiot. Then, she got an idea. She calmly stepped out of the compartment, smoothed her skirt, and placed her hands on her hips as she faced these obnoxious boobs.
“I was looking for my pantyhose. I thought I left them in there,” she said pointing to the compartment behind her. “Did you happen to see them around?”
“Uh, no, Janice,” said Leigh. The other nurses shook their heads in dumbfounded unison.
Rand reached behind and tossed her hair back, giving the nurses her sweetest smile. They stood staring at Rand, as if a second head was growing out of her shoulders. Not that she could blame them; with her long, wild hair and bare legs, she must have looked like something that escaped from an insane asylum, or a Go-Go cage from Earth’s psychedelic era.
“Well, thanks anyway,” said Rand in a chirpy voice. She straightened her skirt one last time, picked up her chin, and walked out of the changing room door, leaving behind a speechless group of nurses in her wake.
Rand tried not to look too conspicuous, as she walked briskly down the corridor. Feeling the air on her bare legs and through her loose hair, however, she knew it was rather pointless to feign any kind of normalcy. Rand was accustomed to whistles and appreciative glances by crewmen, but this time around, the glances were a bit more leering and the whistles a bit more piercing. This kind of attention made her pick up the pace more, until she spotted the captain turn the corner of the corridor and head her way. Rand panicked, stopped and attempted to make a turn.
“Yeoman,” called Kirk in a clipped voice. “You’re not in dress code!”
“No Shit, Sherlock!” she thought to herself behind her fake smile.
“I know, sir. It’s just that I was at a sleepover with some of the girls, and I lost my pantyhose…”
“It must have been some sleepover,” Kirk said, his eyes inspecting her.
“Yes, sir. Well, I really have to get ready for work. I don’t mean to rush off.”
“Make it snappy! I’ll need you in 45 minutes--properly dressed.” Though subtle, the sarcasm in Kirk’s voice was not lost to Rand, as he turned on his heels and walked down the corridor. There was a time, not too long ago, when Kirk’s sarcasm had the power to sting her.
Rand was relieved that this little encounter with the captain had passed without incident. She smiled, and let out a healthy declaration of “whatever,” which she hoped wasn’t too loud for him to hear, and started down the corridor.
Rand continued walking to her destination again, using the same pace like she had before. Trotting down the hall passing various doors, Rand looked straight ahead of her, feeling more relief, as she got closer to her quarters. There was one more unavoidable hurdle to jump through, though. She had to pass by sickbay.
“Please, please! I don’t need to hear a damn thing from Queen Bee,” Rand thought to herself. “Please, make her busy with patients, and not leaning against the door when Dr.McCoy can’t find anything for her to do!” Just then, Rand spotted Nurse Chapel straight ahead of her. Rand cursed under her breath.
Nurse Chapel was leaning against the rim of the sickbay door. Her long legs were stretched out and crossed at the ankles, her hand situated on her hip.
“All she needs is a dark street and a lamp post,” Rand thought.
When Chapel spotted Rand, she crossed her arms and smirked. Rand could see that Chapel was grabbing this opportunity to say something catty--and grab it, she did.
“Hey, Janice! Love the new look with the wild hair and bare legs. I hear it’s very popular with the women on Orion!”
Instead of answering back to Chapel, as she usually would, Rand whisked right by, promptly flipping her the bird while she hurried towards the sanctuary of her quarters, where an intact pair of sheer black regulation pantyhose awaited her.