The BLTS Archive - Ship Tles From Boslia, With Love by laurelgirl (mvs120@earthlink.net) --- Author's note: Written for Chris (Odosgirl) in the ASCEML "Ship Tales" challenge. Not beta read. All errors and mistakes are mine. I also apologize for exceeding the suggested length. Evidently the word "brevity" is not in my vocabulary --- "Hello, Quark. Do I have a treat for you. How would you like to mix a little business with pleasure?" Quark looked up at what should have been an empty bar, given the late hour, to gaze upon Rionoj, a Boslic freighter captain, and sometime smuggler. Prophets, did she look good - her shapely body squeezed into that skin-tight black jumpsuit, breasts pushing impatiently against the confining fabric. She practically oozed sex with every word and movement. "I've always been good at multitasking," he replied noncommittally. "There's a rumor that you've come into possession of some Altonian gemstones." Her hand slid across the bar and up to stroke his lobe enticingly. "Ahhhh, don't believe everything you hear." His response was throaty, as the tingling in his lobe increased. "Umm. That's too bad. I have a *very* motivated buyer willing to pay two bars of latinum each for good quality stones." "Two bars!" Quark's voice went up an octave. He made a quick mental calculation. It would be a windfall profit. "I might be able to *procure* some stones." "I'm leaving in the morning. . ." Her lobe stroking became more purposeful. Caution warred against greed. Greed won out. "I have them - here." She smiled, as her voice became low and sultry. "You old devil. Why don't you let me inspect the merchandise? Then, I can inspect some *other* merchandise." She leaned over the bar and nodded in approval at the large bulge in his trousers. Wrapping her other hand behind his neck and dragging her long fingernails against his skin, she pressed her mouth to his. Quark did the instinctive thing and pressed back as their tongues tangled with each other. He reached for and grasped a breast, thrusting his hand beneath her jumpsuit to fondle a large, taut nipple. Quark was nearly beside himself. The prospect of a huge profit, combined with the prospect of a night of mind blowing oo-mox! He rubbed his engorged cock shamelessly against the bar. "Here - let me show them to you," he breathed, reluctantly pulling himself away. He moved a few steps along the bar and knelt, removing a false panel and revealing a sturdy looking safe. It took a few minutes to open. Finally the door hissed and sprung open. Quark removed a black velvet pouch and returned to Rionoj. He poured a few of the stones out of the bag. The iridescent orange gems caught the light, shining brilliantly against the dark bar top. She picked up a stone and held it up to the light. "Good cut, good quality. My buyer will be impressed." "So we have a deal?" "Let's seal it with a drink, before we move on to *other* things. A Saurian brandy, I think." "One Saurian brandy, coming right up." Quark turned away, a self satisfying smirk covering his face. His cock throbbed in anticipation. He turned back and placed the glass on the bar, before doing a double take. "Hello Quark. You're under arrest for trafficking in illegal goods." ". . .Odo. . ." Odo replaced the stones in their pouch and moved behind the bar to grasp Quark firmly by the upper arm. "But where's Rionoj?" Quark was still slightly disoriented. Then comprehension dawned. "You didn't . . . I'm used to you turning into a table or chair to spy on me. But you've never turned into a *person*." Odo didn't bother to repress his smug look. "It was Kira's idea, actually. She's *very* imaginative." "But, Odo, this isn't fair. . ." His voice was plaintive, as both his cock and his wallet shriveled in disappointment. "Tell it to the Magistrate." Odo jerked Quark roughly towards the Security office. Then he stopped and gave Quark a superior smile. "Oh, and something else. Kira's a *much* better kisser than you are. . . " --- The End