The Flip Side of Sin (8/8)

8.   Introspection

“As a woman, you have an awesome power.  Men are willing to fill your head with a lot of flowery bullshit, but all they really want is what’s between your legs.  Wars have been fought over us; men have killed and men have died for what they say is the heart of the woman, but you better know it’s the pussy.  That’s all they want, Nyota.  That’s all.  Maybe you’ll meet someone who actually cares about the package that surrounds the pussy, but 99% of them don’t give a shit about it.  That’s all they want from you; it’s all they see.  If you don’t give it, they’ll take it.  Make it work for you.  Use that power between your legs and bring mighty men to their knees and don’t fuck around with a man that ain’t worth it.  If you don’t own it, they will.  Make them work for it and make them pay for it, by any means necessary.  That’s the best advice I can give you as your mother, Ny.”

The words have always been there, deep in the recesses of mind, usually intermingled with a horrific memory: my best friend and academy roommate Denise got raped and beaten by some older cadets because she wouldn’t date the alpha of the group.   I saw Denise’s battered body and tried my best to be her friend throughout, but she committed suicide some months later.  Those memories of how she tried to cope with what had been taken from her along with my mother’s words about a woman’s sex are ingrained into my mind.  When Denise died, I took a vow to never let any man take it from me and I meant that shit.  Any man that got between my legs paid through the fucking nose for it.  And I knew it was good because I took steps to make sure it was.   I didn’t always have to use my sex as a weapon, but I had no qualms when I had to.  I used my power to maximum benefit and I was seductive enough that I didn’t always have to give up the pussy to get what I want.  All I had to do was pretend that I would and men fell at my knees in their efforts to give me what I wanted in order to get it.  Suckers.

After Denise died, I didn’t want to stay in our dorm and at the time, there weren’t any vacancies anywhere else.  However, I was determined to get out of that room and I seduced the head of the Housing Department into finding a new dorm for me.  I ended up with one of the posh corner suites in the nicest residence hall on campus and I never had another roommate the remainder of my time in the Academy.  

One other thing my mother taught me was knives.  How to use them, hide them and respect them.  She insisted that I learn how to defend my sex, and therefore myself.  By the time I enrolled in the Imperial Starfleet Academy, I’d mastered many kinds of knives and kept them on my person at all times.   When I got assigned to my first starship duty, the ISS Vegas, I got attacked by the Chief Engineer, a fucking bastard named Elliott.  He caught me off guard in the lounge and had his hand under my skirt before I could utter a word of protest.  It took me a second to realize what was about to happen and another to defend myself.  I slit that asshole’s throat and almost killed him.  His personal guard retaliated and I did kill him, but not without sustaining some injuries.  When it became evident that I wasn’t fucking around and was willing to kill to protect myself, the captain got rid of me and I ended up on the ISS-E.  Not too long after my arrival, I realized it was business as usual and those shitheads weren’t any different from the thugs on the Vegas or at the academy.

I merely got better at protecting the goods.  It was either them or me, and as far as I was concerned, it was going to be them.  I never looked back until now.

*

I found it hard to catch my breath; the brig was almost a fucking tomb.  Time passed; I didn’t know how fast or slow.  What I did know was that this time, I was in my prison to stay.  I couldn’t concentrate, except to note that I could mark the days I was imprisoned by the bathroom breaks and the three meals I got from a scared little punk-ass ensign.  And then the food they sent me wasn’t anything I could or would eat; it was as if they were ignoring my meal card.  I did consume the water and juice and whatever bread they sent, but that was it.  I wished I could get mad; anger is a wonderful motivating emotion.  But I couldn’t.  I was scared.  I needed to do something to take my mind off my situation.  I slept as much as I could and kept my stockings around my face.  If I couldn’t see the walls, then I would survive this stint. 

After the second dinner tray, I was restless, but I refused to remove the stockings.  I traveled the perimeter of the room and found myself thinking about everything that had happened to make me wind up here again.  I didn’t like thinking about it and so I decided to focus on some sort of activity.  The only real thing I could do was exercise, and so I embraced it.  I hadn’t done my regular workout in what felt like ages, but since I had nothing but time, I decided to catch up on my calisthenics.  I didn’t need to see to do them.

I started with crunches.  Under normal circumstances, I did 500 in five minutes every morning.  I decided to challenge myself, tightened the stockings over my face, took several deep breaths and started with 200 standard crunches, shifted into 200 oblique crunches and then 200 butterfly crunches before I started breaking a real sweat.  The activity felt good; my blood was pumping and I found that I didn’t think about anything else.  I took a moment’s respite and switched to boxer crunches, knocking out 300 of those in two minutes.  By then, my hair, already mussed, was a limp, dirty mess.

What did it matter?  No one came to visit me, not even Spock.  I didn’t know if it made sense to be angry about it.  It was exhausting to think about it, at any rate.

I lay flat on my back and stretched out my arms and legs to rest my tired abs and thought that when I got my next tray I would eat everything on it.  I was hungry now, but I didn’t want to dwell on that either.  Then I rolled over on my stomach and started doing pushups.  It was mindless activity and I welcomed it.  I stopped counting after one hundred.  I just kept going. 

At some point I stopped and used the stockings to wipe the sweat off my face.  I removed them and frowned; they were filthy and nasty and yet I couldn’t bear to look at the walls that seemed to close in on me.

“Lieutenant Uhura.”

I jumped and turned to the glass.  Captain Kirk was outside of my cell, sitting in a chair. 

“Captain Kirk?”

“Lieutenant.  I see you’ve been keeping yourself occupied.”

“How long have you been sitting there?”

“Not long.  I called your name twice, but you did not hear me.  So I decided to wait.”

“Why?”

“Let me remind you that I’m the captain, Lieutenant, and you are an officer on board this ship.  Do not forget your place.”

I exhaled, wiped my forehead again and got to my feet, standing at attention.  I was exhausted and to do anything more than what he asked me just made me feel more tired.  “Sir.”

“That’s more like it.”

“Captain, I want to apologize.”

“Well, that’s a start, but let’s have a conversation first. As you were.”

I swallowed and sat back down.  My nail polish had started to chip.  I felt filthy and desperately wanted a bath.  “Captain, if I may?”

“Yes?”

“How long have I been in here?”

“Three days.”

I closed my eyes.  Three days?

“What you did warrants imprisonment, Lieutenant.  You cannot use the excuse of where you are from to escape punishment this time.”

I sighed.  “You know how it is over there, sir.”

“I do and it is an experience I won’t soon forget.  I can sympathize with the fact that you are a fish out of water, but you are an adult.  You are fully aware that you are over here now.  You are aware of the differences and of the consequences.  Fortunately, Mr. Sulu does not hold a grudge.  I had a talk with him and once I explained a few things, he understood.  Bones fixed him right up; doesn’t look like he was ever injured.”

“I’m sorry about that, Captain.  I didn’t—Mr. Sulu in my world is an animal, a predator, a murderer—”

“I know that and I explained that to our Mr. Sulu.  He was not happy to hear such unpleasant descriptors about his counterpart.  I let him discern for himself the relationship you had with your world’s Mr. Sulu.  But I have a question for you, Lieutenant.”

“What is it, Captain?”

“Do you want to go home?”

“What?”  I put a hand to my chest, actually surprised that he would ask me such a thing.  “What?”

“Remember your place, Lieutenant.”

“I’m sorry, Captain.  Did you just ask me if I want to go home?”

“Well, do you?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes sir.  I hate it over there.  I abhor that place.”

“Really?  Because Mr. Spock can figure out a way to send you back if you wish to return.”

I wrapped my arms around my body and shook my head.  “I don’t want to go back.  I want to stay here.  I don’t want to go back to that hellhole!”

“I need you to be absolutely clear on this then, Lt. Uhura.  If you do anything else to put a member of my crew in jeopardy, I will have Mr. Spock send you back to your universe immediately.  I am not going to put up with any more of your violent behavior.  Period.”

I couldn’t respond.  For once in my life, words escaped me.  I closed my eyes.  He was absolutely serious.  As was I; I did not want to go back to my world and I would fight it tooth and nail.  I didn’t know how, but I knew I would.

“Do you understand me, Lieutenant Uhura?”

“Captain—”

“Do you understand me?  If you so much as lay a fingernail on any member of my crew, I will have you out of here faster than you can spit.  I will not put up with you disrupting my ship anymore.  Do you understand, Lieutenant?  I will strip you of your rank and confine you to quarters until Mr. Spock is able to find a way to send you home, and he absolutely will do that, no matter how fond of you he is.  No more of this craziness.  No more of your knife-wielding antics or crass attitude.  You will behave or you will be put off this ship.  If Spock can’t send you back, then I will drop you off at the nearest starbase.”

A very long moment passed as I absorbed his words.  I looked down at my hands.  “Yes, sir.  I understand.”  I felt small, like a bug squashed under a boot.  Embarrassment flooded through me and I tried not to tremble at the influx of such emotion. 

Another long moment passed. Then Captain Kirk stood up and dusted off his pants.  “You’re released from the brig, but you are hereby confined to quarters.”

“For how long?”

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry, sir.  For how long will I be confined?”

“For as long as I say, Lieutenant.”

“Are you going to send me back to my universe?”

“Are you going to make me send you back, Lt. Uhura?”

I closed my eyes, thinking about all that had transpired to land me in the brig and was overwhelmed.  I felt small and I was too tired to be irritated or give attitude.  “I don’t want to go home, Captain Kirk.  I’ll do my best to do better, sir.”

“Be sure you do, Lieutenant.  This is the last time I intend to have this discussion with you.”

*

When I got back to my suite, the first thing I did was take a long, long hot shower.  I stood under the shower head and let the water beat against my face and mingle with the tears that slid out of my eyes.  I haven’t cried in years.  I didn’t even know why I was crying.  I did know a few things, though:  I liked it over here.  It was peaceful and women were treated with dignity and respect.  They were treated as equals and not as property.  If I could get my shit together, I could conceivably have a decent future as a senior officer. 

I liked Mr. Spock.  Of course, my initial attraction to him was a holdover from my desire from my world’s Spock.  Except this one wasn’t a stuck-up bastard and recognized me as a woman.  The sex was fantastic, but I knew I liked him for more than just the ability to get me off.  I wondered if anything could happen between us now or if I had ruined it when I slashed Mr. Sulu’s face.  Would he even want to be associated with someone like me after that?  He was the Enterprise’s First Officer and represented Starfleet no matter what he did.  I knew that his duty was paramount, no matter what he might feel—or felt—for me.  I sensed that he’d have no problem kicking me to the curb if my antics jeopardized his station.  And I would be wrong to put him in that position.

Was that why he never came to the brig to visit me?  Did he consider our connection a waste of his time?  Had I obliterated any chance of a semblance of a relationship between us with my ugly ways?  A man like Spock wouldn’t want a violent, foul-mouthed bitch of a girlfriend.  Not in this universe, anyway.

I washed my hair slowly with gobs of shampoo, scratching my scalp in long slow sweeps.  I didn’t know how long I cried and after some time it didn’t matter.  I stayed in the shower until the water ran cold and then I got out.  I dried off and put on my robe and went to go sit in my living area and dry my hair.  My stomach growled but I didn’t feel like eating.  I deep-conditioned my hair and removed the polish from my nails as I sat in silence.  After some time, I got in bed and tried to go to sleep.  It might have been hours before I did.

I didn’t want to go back to my universe, but if I was going to stay here, I knew I’d have to change. 

*

First Officer’s Personal Log:

Lieutenant Uhura has regressed.  She, unbeknownst to me, had been carrying a concealed weapon.  I, in spite of my discipline, was frustrated by her behavior.  I do not understand why she felt the need to carry a knife on her person after I was clear that it was unnecessary for her to do so.  She has injured Mr. Sulu.  Captain Kirk ordered her to the brig and she is there as of this documentation.

I am distressed.  I do not know how to handle this situation.  I had hoped to have a conversation with Miss Uhura this evening to discuss the parameters of our association.  I am quite fond of her; of her vivacity and brashness, even though it is sometimes inappropriate.  I admit that I find such behavior highly desirable when we are alone.

I did not know what would become of Lt. Uhura.  Captain Kirk is furious.  I knew from his anger that she would be confined for quite some time.  Her claustrophobia would not get her early release this time.

Three days, ten hours and fifty-two minutes after she was imprisoned, Captain Kirk informed me that he had released her from the brig, but confined her to quarters.

“How long will she remain confined, Captain?”

“Until I’m satisfied she won’t cut anyone else, Mr. Spock.”

I raised an eyebrow.  “I do not understand how you will be able to glean that information, Captain.”

He looked at me.  “Spock, I know you like her.  You don’t have to say anything about it, because I’m not trying to embarrass you, but she can’t go on like this.  I can’t have the crew in jeopardy because she can’t get used to being in a normal environment.  I don’t want to tell you what to do, but you should be aware that I will ask you to figure out how to send her back if she acts out again.”

I nodded my head once.  “If you would like me to begin working on the problem, I will.”

“Would you?”

“Yes, if you wish.”

“It wouldn’t bother you to send her back home, Spock?  I mean, you’re not obvious but I know you like her.  You’d be okay with sending back a woman that you are attracted to?  It’s such a rare thing for you.”

“I would not shirk my duty, sir.  It is not the Vulcan way.  Yes, I am…fond…of Lt. Uhura, but my duty is to the Enterprise.”

Captain Kirk looked at me for one minute and forty-two seconds.  “Fascinating.”

At 0400 hours, I went by the Lieutenant’s quarters.  I did not know if she would be awake, but I was willing to sit until she did wake up.  I did not have to report to my shift until 0700 hours.

She was asleep and I took a moment to gaze at her before occupying the large recliner in her sitting area.  While waiting for her to wake up, I contemplated the parameters that would be required in order for her to be returned to her universe, just in case Captain Kirk asked me to do it.

*

I woke up suddenly and looked around.  I didn’t know what happened to wake me up, but something did. 

“Computer, lights.  Twenty percent.”

My room illuminated and I saw a silhouette in my recliner.  Instinctively, my hand went under my pillow but there was no knife hidden there.  I looked around for something to defend myself with, but was stunned into stillness when I heard my name.

“Nyota.”

“Spock?  What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to check on you.”

“How long have you been in here?”

“One hour, forty-six minutes and nineteen seconds.  I am glad that you have been released from the brig.  I do not wish you extended discomfort.”

I sighed, staring at him.  He had not moved.  “Spock?  Look, I’m sorry about all this.  I was doing my thing when Sulu just rolled upon me.  I’ve had…dealings…with him before and they haven’t been pleasant and I just responded.”

“You have not had dealings with our Mr. Sulu.  And I would remind you that you must remember where you are.  The captain is understandably upset.”

“Is Mr. Sulu all right?”

“Yes.  Dr. McCoy is an excellent surgeon.  There is no evidence that he was attacked.”

“Good,” I said, shifting to sit with my back against the headboard.  I was stiff and tired and I didn’t know how long I’d been asleep.  My stomach was screaming for food, however.

“Nyota.”

“Spock?”

“I expressed a desire to speak with you about our connection.  We did not have a chance to have that conversation.”

“Do you want to have something with me, Spock?”

“I cannot have anything with you if you persist in this manner.  It puts me in a difficult position, one that I am unfamiliar with.”

“I wasn’t trying to put you in any position other than sexual ones, Spock.”

 “Is that all you seek me for, Lieutenant?”

I bit my lip and frowned. “No.  I meant that I wasn’t trying to put you in a difficult spot.  I just…” 

“I did not know you had a second knife.  When did you get it?”

“Same day I got the first one.  I told you, Spock.  I’m used to protecting myself.  I know that I don’t have to be so vigilant over here, but I can’t stop being who I am!”

“I think that you do not give yourself enough credit, Nyota.  I think that you are more that what you appear to be.  You can do anything if you try.  My first duty is to this ship and my captain.  And while I wish to explore what lies between us, I will not do so to the detriment of my responsibility.”

I looked at my fingernails.  I was going to do them as soon as Spock left and I had a chance to fully wake up.  “I know that.”

“Do you wish to do likewise with me, Nyota?”

I took a deep breath.  “Yes.”

“Do you understand what it is you have to do first?”

“Meaning my behavior?”

“The captain has instructed me to find a way to send you home if you have another violent outburst.  The chance of it happening is .00002 percent, but I am confident that I can find a way to simulate the events that brought you to us.”

“Would it bring back the pastel princess too?”

“Of that I am not sure.”

“Do you prefer her to me?”

“I do not.”

I smiled.  I couldn’t help it.  “Why not?”

He raised an eyebrow.  “It is not my way to criticize my crewmates and subordinates.”

“I didn’t ask you to criticize her.  I just want to know why you prefer me over her.”

He waited a long moment before responding.  Then he looked directly in my eyes.  “You are alive in a way that she is not.”

I was shocked to hear such a revelation.  “Really?”

“Lieutenant—”

“Nyota.”

“Nyota.  By design, I live an austere life.  I am comfortable with it.  Since your arrival, however, I have found an outlet I did not know I required.  My…response to you is most favorable and I have come to welcome it.  I do not wish any different.”

That was probably the sweetest thing I’d ever heard.  Especially from a guy I actually liked.

“Spock, I want to stay here.  I know I haven’t been easy to deal with, but I don’t want to go back to that place.”

“I am pleased to hear that, of course.  I do not wish for you to leave, but if you do anything else to upset the captain, there will be nothing I can do to keep it from happening.”

“I want to stay here, Spock. I will do my best to behave and I mean it this time.”

“I will do what I can to help you,” he said.  “And so will Lt.  Masters.  She has expressed concern and I have taken the liberty to have her deliver your meals while you are confined.”

I nodded and looked at my bent legs under the blanket.  Did I even know how to be a significant other?  Did I have it in me to be a man’s woman?  I didn’t have a clue as to how to be a girlfriend, much less a good one.  I guess what I felt was so strong that he could feel it.

“I do not know what it means to be a significant other either, Nyota.  I am unfamiliar with such connections, in spite of living among humans most of my life.  I do not know if I am capable of such a relationship.  In that, we are the same.”

I bit my lip, hesitant.  “If you want it and I want it, then it’s worth finding out, isn’t it?”

“Logic dictates that it is, Nyota.  But before that can take place, you must prove to the captain that you are able to assimilate into our culture.”

I nodded.  For the first time in my life, I wanted something that my pussy wouldn’t be able to snare for me.   I didn’t know if I would be successful, but the man in my room was worth any effort I had to put forth.  “Spock, I want to stay here with you and I’ll do what I have to do.  I’ll try, at any rate.”

The Flip Side of Sin (7/8)

7:  Regression

First Officer’s Personal Log:

I left Lt. Uhura’s quarters at 0300 hours.  I was confident that no one would observe my actions as I headed for my quarters.  I needed to meditate; for I am fully aware that I lost a semblance of control the previous evening.  My clandestine interest in Lt. Uhura has caused me to behave in a most inappropriate manner.  I was not pleased at her determination to seek out male company.  However, I will admit that the evening was, in addition to other things, pleasurable.  Lt. Uhura has a way of drawing out my more intense tendencies; those I don’t normally acknowledge due to my Vulcan heritage.

I admit that I am as fond of Lt. Uhura as my sensibilities will allow.  However, my duty is to the Enterprise and I will not allow my fondness for her to distract me from the demands of my position.  I will also admit that it will be difficult to maintain my calm if I were to see her attempt to seek out another male.   I do not care for such behavior.  I do not care to see a woman I am fond of the center of another man’s attention.  The appropriate thing to do is to engage her in private conversation so that she will understand that it is not beneficial for her to do such a thing; Vulcans do not share their chosen mates.  I am fully aware that my actions of last night acknowledge Lt. Uhura as such.  It is the way of things.

Our conversation should also address her feelings and intentions toward me.  I have known from the time of her arrival that she harbors significant interest in me.  In his depiction of the alternative universe from which she hails, Captain Kirk said that women had to align themselves with males as a matter of survival.  I am unsure if Miss Uhura will think that my interest in her equals an alignment.  I did not even know if she had been aligned with a male from her universe.  She gave the impression that she had no need for such a relationship.  Nevertheless, I would have her as my companion if she would have me and I had no reason to think that she would not.

 It is imperative that we speak as soon as our schedules will allow.

*

Charlene met me at our usual table in the mess.  Her eyes were wide as she sat down with her tray and I knew what she was going to say before she said it.  I knew that my expression said it all; I looked like I’d been thoroughly and completely fucked.  That sexy Vulcan made me come hard enough—several times—to fall into a coma-like sleep.  I haven’t been done like that in a mighty long time.

Charlene grinned as she sipped her coffee.  “You fucked him, didn’t you?”

“Does it show?”

“Hell yes.”

“Keep that quiet, all right?  I’m really not trying to put this out so that everyone knows.  Do you think they suspect?”

“Ny, what Spock did last night shocked everyone in the bar.  He does not show emotion, not at all.  It was obvious that he did not like what was going on with us, with you.  People don’t know what to think; Spock fucking anyone isn’t something they’d be likely to assume.  From my assessment of the resultant conversations, I think everyone thinks he yelled at you for something related to your duty.  His actions certainly were those of a pissed-off First Officer.”

“He was upset, but it wasn’t about my duty.”

“Was it about that slutty-ass outfit you were sporting?”

I shrugged.  He certainly had had an opinion about my outfit.  “Maybe.  And you’re one to talk, Char.  You looked as slutty as I did, and speaking of getting fucked, did you?”

“Of course, and I’ve lined up an appointment for pussy maintenance tonight.   You remember that handsome, dark-skinned guy that bought us drinks?”

I nodded.  “Yes.  He was fine as hell.  Did you fuck him last night?”

“Yes I did.  But this isn’t about me, Ny.  This is about you and Mr. Spock.  Was the sex good?  Can Spock get it?  I can’t believe I’m asking about this.”

I sighed, thinking about how fabulous his dick felt in my mouth and up in me.  “It was excellent, and yes, he can.”

Charlene’s eyes nearly popped out of her head.  “You lucky bitch!  Why did I suspect that he could?  Wow!”  Then she leaned forward as if to share another secret.  “I happen to know that Chris Chapel has been trying to get Spock in bed since her simpering ass came on board the Enterprise.  She isn’t the only one; Mr. Spock’s got a lot of women’s noses wide open.  And you stroll your foxy ass up here and get him in bed in less than two weeks?  Don’t be surprised if you catch some flak, Ny.”

“No one’s going to know we had sex unless you tell, Char.”

“Oh, you know I won’t say a word, Nyota.  But you better wipe that ‘I-just-got-fucked’ expression off your face, because women will know and they will put two and two together.  Chapel may try to give you a random injection if she finds out.”

“I will beat that bitch’s ass if she lays a finger on me, Charlene.  I already knocked out two of her teeth; fools jump up to get beat down, you know.  That’s the way it is in my universe.”  I wished Chapel would try me.

“I know, but it’s not that way here, Ny.  You can ease up on that beat-a-bitch mentality.”

I shrugged.  Such a frame of mind isn’t easily shed.  I didn’t know if I could do it completely.

Charlene continued.  “You should be aware that scuttlebutt says that Mr. Spock is a one-woman man.  Where that came about, I don’t know, but it’s part of the rumor mill.  I mean, how would anyone guess that if they can’t picture Spock having sex?”

I nodded.  So was my universe’s Mr. Spock, with his stuck-up ass.  “I know.”

“Well, he’s probably thinking you’re his woman, Ny.  Just for your information.”

I sipped my juice.  “I’m no man’s woman, Char.  I’m not trying to align with anybody; I don’t require it.”

Charlene bit into her orange.  “I’m just letting you know, Ny.  Don’t be surprised if he thinks it.  The best thing for you to do is to talk to him and find out where you stand with him.  Spock isn’t known for fucking around, and that’s a rare thing on this ship.  Kirk he ain’t.”

“Fair enough,” I said.  “You are right, Char.  I’ll see if we can speak later on.”

“I don’t mind saying that I am a little envious, Ny.  You fucked Mr. Spock; a lot of women have been dying to know if he was good in bed.  The speculation is that he is.”

“He is.  There is something to be said for an irate Vulcan, Charlene.  I’d be lying if I said otherwise.  I don’t know how long it’s been since he had sex, but…it won’t be long before he will have it again, I assure you.”

“I bet.”  Charlene ate a spoonful of yogurt.  “Do you like him, Ny?  I mean, really like him?”

I bit into a piece of toast.  I had a thing for my universe’s Spock and it automatically transferred to this universe’s version.  But was it based in sex?  I didn’t know.  My Spock didn’t give me the time of day, but this one was more than interested in me. 

“I bet he’d make a great boyfriend.  Spock is as straight as they come, Ny.”

“I’ve always viewed men as toys or tools to be manipulated, Char.  I’ve never had a boyfriend.  I wouldn’t know what to do with one; women don’t have those kinds of choices in my world.  You don’t take, you get taken.”

“They can be nice, Ny.  Don’t knock it, give him a chance.  See what happens.  You deserve to have a good man in your life.”

I looked at my friend.  Charlene was always honest with me and now was no different.  She was right.  We needed to talk.

*

I was introspective and pensive during my shift.  Mr. Spock was the epitome of professional, as was I.  No one would have ever guessed that we had sex last night and as far as I was concerned, no one would.  I knew I could trust Charlene to keep our secret.  The shift was standard operating procedure and that gave me the time to think about how incredible last night was.  Spock had pleased me in every way a woman could be sexually pleased.  I was content and satisfied. 

Time passed in a calm daze, and when I was returning from my break, Mr. Spock asked to speak with me.  We were in the turbolift heading back to the bridge.  I said nothing, but smiled at him invitingly.  I knew he was thinking about last night and it didn’t matter if it didn’t show on his face.

“Lt. Uhura.”

“Mr. Spock.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Splendid.  Thank you.”  I flashed him a seductive smile and made the twins pop.   The tips of his ears flushed a pale green.  “I don’t get a thank you?”

Mr. Spock looked at the doors of the lift.  I pressed the STOP button and smiled again.  “I know I wasn’t the only one who enjoyed myself last night, Mr. Spock.”

He finally met my eyes.  “Last night was…pleasurable.”

“Pleasurable is an understatement, don’t you think?”  I reached out and ran a red talon down the front of his tunic.  “Any chance we can do it again?”

“Actually, Miss Uhura,” Spock began, “I would like to schedule some time this evening to speak with you regarding our...association.”

I raised an eyebrow. It looked as if Charlene might be right.  “Really?” 

“I think it is appropriate that we discuss what took place between us.  There are ramifications and boundaries that we must consider…if we are to, as you say, ‘do it again.’”

I really wanted to do it again and so I was game.  “All right, Mr. Spock.”

“Would you be available at 1900 hours?”

“I most certainly will be.”  Even if I had plans, which I didn’t, I had no problem changing them for this luscious, sexy Vulcan.  “Would you like to meet in my quarters or in neutral territory?”

“To maintain appearances, I would like to meet you in front of the lounge and take a walk from there.  Is this acceptable to you?”

I ran my finger over his chin.  “Absolutely.”

Mr. Spock pushed the lift button.  “I shall see you then, Miss Uhura.”

Just before the doors opened to the bridge, I chuckled.  “I’ll be waiting, Mr. Spock.”

*

I inserted my meal card into the slot and waited with a measure of irritation for my lunch to dispense.  One thing that would be hard to get used to in this universe is the reconstituted food, even though I had upgraded Miss Princess’ staid meal card to one that actually had food on it.  Real women eat and I had curves to maintain.  I chose a double cheeseburger and fries.   Meals here would never be the same as the luxuriant food I’d had on the ISS-E; maybe the only thing about my universe that I missed.   But I had no choice; everyone on this ship ate this crappy reconstituted food. 

I grabbed my tray and headed for a corner table to think about some things; Mr. Spock had definitely given me a lot to consider.  Before I got to my table, I stopped at the condiment counter to pick up a container of ketchup and add extra salt to my fries.  I was in my own world, feeling pretty good when the hair on the back of my neck stood up.  A gold-sleeved arm reached across me and I head a low voice by my ear: “Lieutenant Uhura…”

Instinctively, I dropped my tray, reached into my bosom and snatched out my Harpy.  I knew that voice anywhere and it never failed to make me shudder in revulsion.  I turned and swiped my blade in a downward motion; I was in defense mode and my instincts were tingling.  Before I had a chance to consider where I was and who he was, I slashed Lt. Sulu across the face.  He cried out and jumped back, holding his bleeding temple.

“Damn it!” he yelled.  “Lt. Uhura!”

I blinked a couple of times, as if I were coming out of a daze.  All eyes were on me.  I started looking around, wary of the fact that I was once again the center of attention but not in a way I would have preferred.  I backed up, clenched my knife and jumped into a battle stance, waiting for the next motherfucker to come my way.  I didn’t intend to cause any more problems, but I knew they would come for me.  All I knew to do was battle-up and welcome all comers.  Part of me was saddened that it was so difficult for me not to get into trouble over here.  But Sulu…

Crewmates flocked to the bleeding helmsman; someone called sickbay and someone else contacted Security.  My mind raced as I thought of some way to get out of the mess I’d gotten myself into.  I scanned the cafeteria; there were about fifty people between me and the exit.  I wanted to escape, to get out of here, to run.  But running was stupid; I was on a starship and there was nowhere to hide.  They would find me.  I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

‘What next, girlfriend?’  I thought as I scanned the room.

“Lieutenant Uhura?” It was the captain and his face was red, he was so mad.  “Lieutenant Uhura!!!  What is the meaning of this?”

I couldn’t speak.  I swallowed, but met his hard gaze head on.  I shook my head.  I didn’t know what to say; it wasn’t a planned attack.  I didn’t know how to tell him this, but it was obvious that he didn’t want to hear anything I had to say.

Mr. Spock stood next to the captain and I could not read his expression.  Was he disappointed?  Was he angry that I had another knife?  Was he furious that I’d gotten into trouble again?  I didn’t know what to think, what to feel or what to do.  I wasn’t even able to decide if I was disappointed in myself.  I had tried to assimilate; to get used to this world, but my defensive instincts were just that: instinct.  I was the recipient of more than one skirmish with my world’s Lt. Sulu and it was natural as breathing that I defend myself from his dangerous attentions.  He would never ever violate me again.  I squeezed my Harpy.

Captain Kirk shook his head as he glared at me.  “Security!”

In moments, eight men stood at the ready.  I clenched my knife again, but I knew that the best thing for me to do would be to go without a fight.  I’d done enough damage to last a lifetime.

The security team surrounded me, phasers out.  I wondered if they were set to stun or to kill.  I looked at Mr. Spock and dropped the Harpy, halfway regretting that I had to give up my blade.  But if I’d never had it on me, this wouldn’t have happened.

Captain Kirk clenched his fists. “Take Lt. Uhura to the brig!”

I swallowed.  The brig was the absolute last place I wanted to be and my throat seemed to close up upon hearing his words.  I wanted to ask to be confined to quarters but I knew that the captain, no matter how much he sympathized with my situation, wasn’t about to be lenient with me.  Not anymore.  

The Flip Side of Sin (6/8)

Six:  Sex Bomb (II)

A crazy thing happened while I was in the middle of seducing a young hard body on the dance floor.  Mr. Spock came up and grabbed me.   He caught my arm and, while not dragging, he was definitely escorting me with intensity.  I was stunned by the act because he never deliberately touched me.  I was also stunned because I was doing as I thought he wanted; assimilating into the culture of this ship.  For him to interrupt me while I was in the middle of dancing with that handsome, strapping young man was serious indeed.

I could not pull away from his grip as he dragged me out of the bar.  People were staring.  I tried my best to wrench out of his grasp and could not, so I slapped at his hands.

“Mr. Spock…what is your fucking problem?”

“I have asked that you not use such language, Miss Uhura.”  He would not look at me and I wondered where he was taking me. 

“And I have been doing my very best to agree to your wishes, but I do not understand…why…you…are…”  I did admit that a part of me found his behavior hot.  He was manhandling me and a woman like me appreciates a real man who knows how to manhandle.  Certainly none of the assholes in my universe knew how to do it.

Spock did not respond and stopped at a plain door.  He punched a code and entered, pulling me with him. 

“Stop yanking my arm!”  

Once inside, he released my arm in a rough way, nearly pushing me.  He closed the door.  The room we were in was small and full of supplies.  It was a storage closet.  I barely had time to register the fact when I found myself against the wall.  He was about a foot in front of me and the closet was immediately hot.

“What the hell?  What is wrong with you?”

“What are you doing, Miss Uhura?”

“Right now, I’m wondering what the fuck is wrong with you!”

He stared at me, tall, slim and impossibly handsome.  It was as if he was upset, but he didn’t look it.  His arms were folded and he stared at me hard enough that I could feel the weight of it.

“Do not be vulgar.  I will not warn you again.”

“I’m sorry, exactly what do you intend to do?  Here I am, doing what you asked me to; what we agreed to…and you just come up and drag me away without a word of explanation?  I thought you’d be happy to see me TRYING to learn my way around!  I thought you’d be happy for me to be out of your hair; that way you can get back to your fucking duties!”  I thought that I’d have fucked him by now, but the man was so disciplined and dutiful that he wouldn’t allow one silky black hair on that head of his out of place.  I couldn’t wait on his ass; I needed to get laid quickly.  I was right in the middle of arranging a hookup with that sweet sexy young tenderoni when he showed up.

“You should not be seen like this!”

“Seen like what?”

He looked me over; his eyes moved over me like hands.  I looked down at my garb and then back up into his eyes.  “I’m off duty!  I can wear what I please!”

“Nevertheless,” he said.  “You are…”

“Am what?  What??”  My outfit was cut to fit my fabulous body.  I was off duty; it was a Friday evening.  I was never going to forgive him for interrupting me while I was in total Venus-flytrap mode.  Unless, of course, he could give me what I went to the bar to find. 

Was he horny?  Was he jealous?  Did he not like me talking to another man?  Did he not like the fact that the captain allowed me to dress in my usual fashion?  I looked at him and bit my lip.  I decided to bait him.  I knew within a space of seconds that he was jealous and he wanted me all to himself.  He could not stand to see me looking so hot and demanding the attention of all those men.

“You’re jealous, Mr. Spock.  You’re jealous of me.”

“I do not understand what you mean, Miss Uhura.”

“You know exactly what I mean, Mr. Spock.  You’re Vulcan and you are aware of human emotions and behaviors.  You don’t like the fact that I am out from under your thumb.  You preferred it when I belonged only to you.”

“Miss Uhura—“ he said. 

“You want me, don’t you, Mr. Spock?” Sure he did.  How could he not?  Every man wants me and this sexy Vulcan was no different.  I couldn’t help my smugness; it was about damn time.  I’ve wanted to fuck him since I beamed into this universe and it was about time he felt the same. 

He was right in front of me, looking down at me.  I was going to go all in and bait him into fucking me.  I knew how to do it.  I put my hand on his chest and splayed my fingers.  My red nails looked fabulous against his blue tunic.  “You want me; you want me all to yourself.  Admit it.”

“I shall admit to no such thing, Lieutenant,” he said.  But then he grabbed my hand and pulled me to him, kissing me hard.  I was surprised, but I caught on quickly and kissed him back.  And then it was like we were a pair of horny teenagers.  We were all over each other.  He lifted me against the wall and fumbled at the hem of my skirt.  His face was in my neck and I nibbled his earlobe, my arms around his neck.

“Yes,” I said.  I couldn’t help it.  “I want you too, Spock.  I’ve always wanted you.  From day one.”

He growled; it was low and sexy.  I felt him at my thighs and I encouraged him, using that raw, vulgar language that he claimed not to like…but definitely responded to.  He pulled my thong to one side; I heard a zipper and in two seconds, he was up in me and it felt good.  We had no lubricant, but it was fine.  I could handle this man and it wouldn’t matter because in a few moments; I’d be dripping all over him.  He held me easy, thighs apart, skirt around my waist, but his movements were uncoordinated and choppy. 

“Been a while, sugar?” I whispered in his ear.  That was great, because if it had, then that meant he had been saving all that Vulcan passion and I was about to be a lucky recipient.  Who needed a hard young human when I had this hard stud of a Vulcan?  I was so excited and I wanted him so much.

He did not speak, but started moving quickly.  I sucked my fingertip and slipped my hand down between my thighs as our eyes met.

“Miss…Uhura…” he moaned.

Then the unthinkable happened.  Before I could get my finger to my clit, that sorry ass motherfucking Vulcan bastard came.

*

The water was as hot as I could stand.  I scrubbed with my new glycerin soap, trying to wash off the smell and feel of that wasted experience.  All I’ve ever heard was that Vulcans could fuck.  That they could get down and dirty in terms of sex because it was such a primal thing for them.  That a Vulcan male was capable of pleasuring a female for long periods of time.

It was all such utter and complete bullshit.

I tried to wash away my own lust but it was raging.  I was raging.  I’d never been so disappointed in my whole life.  I refused to claim sadness, however.  I was going to put on a new outfit, return to base and find me a man—or two or three—to fuck me senseless.  I didn’t even want to know their names.  My frustration was due to a number of things; not the least of which was his failure to see things through.  A thought—unfamiliar and from the depths of my psyche; a thought I’d never own up to—surfaced.  ‘Was it me?’

I closed my eyes and let the water beat against my face.  ‘No way in hell.  NO WAY!’

I stepped out of the shower and put on my new robe and snatched off my shower cap.  The anger was in my eyes and I took a couple of deep breaths.  The night was still salvageable.  I knew Charlene would have something to say about what happened, but we’d talk tomorrow.  I entered my bedroom and stopped cold.  He was standing there.  I stared at him; stupidly, I’ll admit.

Mr. Spock’s hands were in fists at his sides.  “Miss Uhura, I am sorry.  I…I apologize for…”

I didn’t give a damn anymore.  If he threw me in the brig, so be it.  False bravado, that, but I was too disappointed to be bothered.  I was more upset that I cared to admit.  “Fuck you, Mr. Spock.  Because you certainly can’t fuck me.  Do me a favor and find your way out of my quarters.” 

I turned away from him.  An unfamiliar feeling tingled my eyes.  Tears?  

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.  Anger was far more productive than tears and I absolutely refused to cry over this man.  I turned back around and opened my robe.  “I cannot believe you can’t handle this!  What, were you curious?  Was I just a little experiment?  A test?  Something you can analyze in that big stupid logical brain of yours?  You’re despicable, Mr. Spock!  You’re no different from any human male who’s ever wanted to fuck a woman, no matter how much you play the Vulcan superiority card!”

I don’t know how he got to me so fast.  All I do know is within moments of me uttering my last words, I was crushed against the wall and he was kissing me.  His fingers curled around my forearms like vise grips and I was marginally aware that my toes grazed the floor.  His kisses were intense and insistent and I was so stunned that he was behaving in such a fashion that I wasn’t aware he was biting my lip and growling.  It was sexy as hell.  I was completely caught off guard, but never let it be said that a woman like me couldn’t rebound.

But should I?  Was he setting me up for another disappointment?

The kiss broke and he pressed his forehead against mine.  He was breathing deeply and his eyes were closed.  I decided to save myself another fit of anger.

“So what…is this gonna be the same as last time?  Cause if it is, then please spare me all this—“

He claimed my mouth again.  This time the kiss was hard and his tongue stabbed the inside of my mouth. I couldn’t help it; I was aroused again.  I wanted this man as much as I’ve ever wanted anything else, but I didn’t want to be disappointed again.  But I couldn’t free myself from him and I didn’t want to.

‘Roll with it, Ny.  If he does it again, you are well within your rights to cuss him out and kick him out.  And if he’s a man, he will never ever bother you again and you’ll be free to fuck any other man you want.’

I raised my hips and wrapped my legs around him.  I pulled him to me and he relaxed his grip on my arms.  In moments, I was in his and we were kissing…really, really kissing.  His hands were under my robe, gripping my ass.  We were grinding and it was so…oh so good.  He was so hot; hotter than I thought he would be and it was wonderful.  His kisses went to my neck and I slid my fingers into his hair and bit his earlobe.

However calm and sedate he was normally was the complete opposite of the way he was now and I liked it.  I liked that I could make him behave in such a raw, uncivilized manner.  If he could stay hard long enough—please, oh please!—then I was about to get the fuck of my life.  I bit his earlobe again and he lifted one of my legs higher and then I felt long, strong fingers at the core of me, gliding and sliding through my lips.  I put my foot down to balance myself.

“Um!”

He pulled back to look at me.  I stared at him, my bottom lip between my teeth and my breathing ragged.  Spock’s fingers were entwined with my labia and he was manipulating them in a way no other man had done before.  My hands were braced on his shoulders and he held me easy as he stroked me.

“So full,” he murmured, just loud enough for me to hear and go crazy.  I wanted to close my eyes because I felt my body going out of control as he kneaded my pussy lips and thumbed my clit.  He would not get close for me to kiss or be kissed and I understood that he wanted to make me come and watch me do it.  I couldn’t help it; his fingers felt soooo good!  I closed my eyes and bit my lip again.  I was close.  My hands twitched on his shoulders.

“Look at me, Miss Uhura.  Do not close your eyes.  Keep your hands on my shoulders.”

At his command, I opened my eyes and I ground against his hand.  I could not resist the inward pull or the outward pleasure and closed my eyes again.  I was about to come and he had not even touched my aching nipples or my navel.

“Spock..!”

“It stimulates me to see you like this, Miss Uhura.  It pleases me that you are so responsive to me.  Do not close your eyes.”

The current in his voice was different; deeper and commanding and I had to obey him.  I didn’t mind it.  I kept my eyes open, focused deep inside of his as I climaxed.  It was tremulous; I vibrated like a lyre string and my legs quivered as if they were made of jelly.  I came all over his hand and my peak left me on a long, low moan.  He kept stroking me; he had a way of gently pulling my lips and stimulating my clit that was absolutely marvelous.  No man had ever made me come like this.  Ever.

Guess that’s what happens when a woman like me deals with younger men.

He released me and I lowered my leg, still staring at him.  Spock held up his fingers and we both stared at them.   A moment passed and he spread them in a Vulcan salute.

“You made me do that,” I said, half out of breath.

“I think we are even now, Miss Uhura.”

I licked my lips.  If he thought that, then he didn’t know me at all.  “I don’t think so, Mr. Spock.”

*

After that orgasm, I could think straight.  We needed to talk, among other things.  I let my robe fall to the floor so he could revel in the utter fabulousness of my body.  He stared at me, doing just that.  I wanted to preen, but there were more important issues at hand.

“We need to talk, Mr. Spock.  There are some things I need to understand.  And then we can finish this.”

“What is it that you care to discuss, Miss Uhura?”

“Call me Nyota, Spock.  I think that’s appropriate now.  Don’t you?”

“It is improper for me to use your given name as your superior.”

“But it’s okay for you to drag me out of a club and fuck me?”

He did not respond.

“Take off your clothes, Spock.”

“Pardon me?”

“We need to level the playing field.  I’m not getting dressed, so you need to undress.”

“I see no purpose in disrobing, Miss Uhura.”

“You really think that nothing else is going to happen between us tonight?”

He didn’t reply, but he continued to look at me. 

I smiled.  “I thought so.  Notice that you haven’t left.  Do you want me to help you?”

Again, nothing.  I took that as a yes and went over to Spock.  Without a word, I grabbed the hem of his tunic and pulled it up.  He didn’t help me but he didn’t try to stop me either.  Looking into his eyes, I pulled it over his head and threw it behind us.  The regulation black t-shirt worn under the tunic was form fitting and his pecs flexed invitingly.  Mmmn, luscious.  I ran my hands over his chest and met his eyes, not hiding the heat. 

“You’re not stopping me, Spock.  So let’s continue this, what do you say?”  It didn’t matter what he said, for his actions spoke volumes.

“What would you like for me to do, Miss Uhura?”

I grasped his T-shirt and pushed it up.  He had glorious, smooth chest hair and I didn’t hesitate to place a soft kiss over each pec.  There was no mistaking the soft rumble that escaped him.

“I want you to tell me why you came to get me tonight.”  I pulled off his T-shirt and moved my hands to the waistband of his pants.

He didn’t respond.  I looked into his eyes as I slipped my hand down inside his pants.  As expected, he was hard.  I decided to be wicked.

“I want this in my mouth,” I said, staring at him as I ran my fingers over his dick.  “I want to taste you and feel you and you want the same of me, don’t you?”

“Miss Uhura—”

“Nyota,” I said.  “Or Ny.  In private, you can call me by my name.  If I’m going to have your dick in my mouth, I think it’s far more appropriate.”  I unzipped his fly and began to push his pants down over his hips.  A few tugs and his dick sprang free.  A quick glance let me know it was between nine and ten inches.  I could forgive him for his little slip-up if he used that thing the way it was meant to be used.  “Call me by my name, Mr. Spock.”

“Nyota,” he said, watching me as I pulled down his pants.  When I got them to his ankles, I stood up and brushed my tits against his cock.  I heard that rumble again and thought it was damned sexy.

“You can do the rest.”  I stepped back and waited.  After a moment, he removed his boots and pants and I grabbed them before he could pick them up and threw them against one wall.  I put my hands on his chest. 

“Why did you come and get me?”

“I hardly think it—“

“You did it for a reason,” I said.  I stepped closer so that my breasts grazed his chest.  He was so warm, so inviting.  One of the things I hoped he would do is put his arms around me.  I wanted to share in his heat.  “Something made you drag me out of that place, Spock.  In front of everybody, Enterprise crew included.  Do you actually think no one noticed?”

“I was concerned for—“

“Me?  I was perfectly fine, Spock.”  I wrapped my fingers around his dick and began to stroke it.  He closed his eyes.  “I didn’t need your help, protection or concern.  I was looking for what I couldn’t get from you.”

“Miss—Nyota…”

“Vulcans don’t lie, Spock.  But you motherfuckers will skirt the truth when it suits you.  You best be ready to deal with the consequences of your actions, including this one.  You talk to me so we can get on with this.”  I could feel myself getting wet at the heat and weight of him in my hands.  I wanted to suck him into oblivion.

“I do not care to see you dress in such a manner.  It displeases me.”

“Oh?”  I grabbed a pillow from my bed and put it between us.  He stared down at me.

“You should not be seen in such a fashion, Miss—Nyota.  It is inappropriate.”

I got down on my knees and caressed his big, beautiful dick.  Already there was a bead of pale liquid oozing from the tip.  I touched it and stuck my finger in my mouth.  Again, he rumbled and I thought if I could get him to do that when he had that delicious cock of his shoved up in me, it would more than make up for everything he put me through.

“No one is about to police my attire, Spock.  The captain allows me to wear what I am used to as long as I wear your standard bullshit uniforms.  Say what you mean because I really want to gobble the hell out of you right now.”  I spit in my hand and began to stroke him.  He closed his eyes and moaned.

“I would prefer if you did not…dress in that manner.”

I licked the head of his dick.  “You want to tell me why?”

“You are a lady,” he said.

I looked up at him and an evil grin split my lips.  “You’ll come to find that I am no lady, Mr. Spock.  A lady, as you think of her, wouldn’t dream of doing what I’m about to do to you now.  Or enjoy it as I’m going to.  Tell you what, after I make you bust the biggest nut you’ve ever had, why don’t you tell me why you really came for me?  Also, tell me why it matters to you what I wear.”

I seized his testicles and took him into my mouth.  I took my time because I wanted him to understand that I could handle him and wanted to.  I closed my eyes at the pleasant way he filled my mouth and at the taste of his hot, hard skin.  I pulled back, releasing him with an audible ‘POP!’ and began to suck his head as I caressed his balls.  They were large, round and pliant and the weight felt good in my hand.  I held on to his cock with my other hand and teased the head with the underside of my tongue.  I saw his fists clench and heard his moan, but he wasn’t where I wanted him.  Not yet.

“Mmmn,” I said, adjusting my angle.  I grabbed his hips and smiled up at him as I took him in once more and began deep-throating him.  That deep rumbling noise he made earlier was louder this time and his clenched fists were now holding the back of my head.  I would have smiled had my mouth not been full of succulent hard Vulcan dick.  He was close; I could feel the veins erupting on the surface, but he wasn’t where I wanted him to be.  Not yet.  I increased my suction and let him fuck my mouth.  A few more thrusts and I released his cock.  It bobbed upon slipping out of my mouth and I stared at it hungrily as pre-ejaculate leaked from the head.

“Nyota…” he moaned. 

I looked up at him.  “Talk to me, Spock.  Talk to me or you can leave here like this.”

His hands were still in my hair and there was no denying the look on his face.  “I do not wish…I would like for you to continue.”

“I bet you would, you sexy bastard.  Tell me why you want me to continue.”

“It is pleasurable…”  The grip on my hair tightened.  “I must insist you continue.”

“I’m sure you do,” I said.  “And I want to.   But not until you tell me why you dragged me out of that bar.  Not until you own your actions when it comes to me, Spock.  I’ve been more than forthright with my feelings.”  I grabbed his hands and removed them from my hair and made to get off my knees.

“No,” he said suddenly.  “Please…”

“I’m waiting for you, Spock,” I said, staring up at him.

His fists clenched and unclenched.  “Your manner of dress is inappropriate.”

“As you’ve said.  But that’s not the reason you took me away.”  I reached and tweaked his cock.  He closed his eyes and parted his lips.

“You draw attention to yourself.”

I caressed his balls.  “I don’t have draw anything, baby.  I’m fabulous.  All eyes are on me, always.   Can you be more specific?”

He groaned.  “I do not care for some of the attention you get.”

‘Now we’re getting to it.’  I continued to caress his balls.  “You mean you don’t like men looking at me?”

“My opinions regarding your manner of attire are…illogical.”

I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his dick and swiped my tongue over the head.  “Spock, did I look good to you tonight?  Did you find me attractive?”

“You are aesthetically pleasing and your manner of dress stimulates me.”

I smiled and rewarded him by closing my mouth around his cock and sucking him again.  Immediately, his hands worked their way into my hair and I allowed it for a moment, and then released him once more.  He emitted a small groan of disappointment and his dick quivered when it left my mouth.  I was such a tease, but then again, so was he.

“Spock, when you saw me in the bar with Charlene, why did you respond like that?  I was on leave, as was everyone else.  It was appropriate behavior and yet you caused a scene when you grabbed my arm and dragged me out of there.  I need to know.  Stop fucking around with me so we can fuck.”

He closed his eyes.  I knew he liked it when I talked dirty.  I don’t care what he says about my vulgarity; he likes it.  We both knew it.

“Don’t you want to fuck me?  I mean, for real this time.  Not that bullshit you did earlier.  You still owe me.”

“Miss Uhu—“

I squeezed his balls and licked the head of his cock again, savoring his taste.  “Can you please call me by my name when I’ve got your dick in my mouth?”

“Nyota…”

I closed my eyes and used his leaking head like a tube of lipstick. With the tip of my tongue, I tapped his meatus twice and he trembled as hard as I had when he made me come earlier.  I really couldn’t resist this marvelous structure any longer.  I closed my eyes and began to suck him as hard as I could (and believe me, I know my way around a big dick).  I gripped his hips and slid my hands around to knead his buttocks, which clenched and unclenched in my hands.  Every few moments, I let him go with a ‘POP’ and smile seductively at him.  He held on to my hair and he met my eyes and there was no denying what was in them.  The cool, logical Vulcan science officer was gone and in his place was a man with deep Vulcan passions.  I liked this man.  I wanted this man.  I sucked my index finger and as I deep-throated him once more, I worked it between his buttocks and just inside his anus so that I could manipulate his prostrate. 

Two seconds later, he screamed my name as he exploded.  I, like a good bad girl, sucked him clean and supported him when he fell to his knees.

*

He lay on the floor, blinking hard as I mounted him.  There was plenty to be said about Vulcan males and the best thing was that they had very short refractory periods.  It took Spock about two minutes before he was hard again and I had to do no more than caress his balls.  I spit on his cock again and then eased down onto it.  He stared at me and I leaned forward to kiss him.  He responded and for a moment, he held my head as he devoured my mouth.

I cannot say enough how much I desired this man.

When he let me go, I adjusted and began to ride him while stimulating his adorable pectorals.  He felt so good inside me, just like I knew he would.  I grabbed his hands and put them against my throbbing breasts and he pinched my nipples while I pinched his.

“Nyota,” he said.  “Nyota…”

“Yes,” I panted, staring at him.  “Yes, Spock, yes…now you tell me the truth.  Tell me what you want.  Tell me what you desire.”

“Nyota,” he said again.

I couldn’t help it.  “That works for me, sugar.”

We laced fingers and I put my fierce abdominals to work, squeezing his delectable dick.  I leaned back and braced my hands against his knees and adjusted my feet so that I could really get into the ride.  He put his hands on my inner thighs and caressed them as I bounced up and down on his cock.

“Nyota,” he said once more.

“Oooh, I like hearing you say my name,” I said.  “I like it, Spock.  I like it when you talk to me while I fuck you.  You like it when I fuck you, right?  You’ve wanted me to fuck you from the first day I got here…tell me the truth.”

“Yes,” he said.  “Nyota…”

I squeezed and trembled, making sure I had him deep in the grip and heat of my sex.  He let go of one of my thighs and reached for my clitoris.  I could no more deny my response than I could deny my passion for him.  I threw my head back and moaned as I came and my pussy locked down on his dick and made him come too.

*

My brand new chair got finally used.  He put me in it and I held up my legs, veeing them as wide as the chair arms would let me.  Spock was on his hands and knees and he had his face between my thighs and he was licking my pussy the way a cat would lick milk.  He used his fine aquiline nose to stimulate my tender clitoris and every now and then, used the Vulcan salute to part my lips and suck my dripping, wet cunt.  He asked me for this not long after I rode him, and weak bitch that I am, I said yes.  He began to tongue-fuck me and I could have died from sheer delight if I hadn’t wanted more of him.  I came hard enough to squirt.  And like a good boy, he licked me clean.

*

He had me bent over the arm of my new chair and I was so pleased to have my face down in the seat cushion and my ass up in the air.  He was fucking me doggy style and it…was…out…fucking…standing!!!  The cushion blocked some of my noise, but not all of it.  Spock was stimulated by my vulgarity and I used it to full advantage.  He grabbed a handful of my totally ruined hair and yanked my head up as his balls slapped rhythmically against my wet pussy.  I lost track of the number of times he’d made me come and I’d made him do likewise.  His fingers dug into my skin hard enough to bruise, but I didn’t care.  The man I wanted; the man I’d openly desired and lusted after, the man I was crazy about, was fucking me.  Hard.  Just the way I wanted him to; the way I’d always dreamed he would.  I didn’t want any of that ladylike sexy time sex; I am a woman and I wanted and needed to be fucked and Spock was fucking me.  Which made my resultant orgasm so intense tears formed in the corner of my eyes.

*

Spock had my wrists pressed into the mattress as he stared into my eyes.  We were fucking again, this time on my bed.  He spoke these words:  “I will not share you.  You—this—“and when he said “this,” he long-stroked me and pushed into me hard enough that his pubic hair ticked my clit, “belongs to me.  I will not share you, Nyota.  You are mine.”