The BLTS Archive- Early Trek
#1: One More... for The Road
by T'Lin (LinkyS@aol.com)

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Feedback: gladly accepted ...

Archiving: Ensign Fuh-Q Fest, ASC/ASCEM, BLTS and my own web page:

Note: Part of the "Ensign Fuhq Fest"

Note: Although we did not see Chekov until the second season of STAR
TREK, I hypothesize that he *was* on board ... just not part of the
Alpha shift. (Hey, if TPTB can do this to explain why Kahn knew who
Chekov was, then so can I <g>)

Warning: This story deals with cross-dressing and sex of an
alternative nature ... if this isn't your thing, or if you're
underage, READ NO FURTHER ... this is fair warning!

Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom owns all things TREK ... however, what
they do with the people and places has a tendency to be a bit dull ...
I *love* to take everyone out once in a while, dress them up, and have
a bit of fun. I promise to put them all back, unharmed and in the
condition I found them in, when I am done playing.  No copyright
infringement intended, I make no money off of this.

0010.01

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Admiral James Komack was restless ... tomorrow, the starship
ENTERPRISE would start on a new five-year mission, with a new captain
at her helm. Captain James T. Kirk was his name ... and what made
Komack uneasy was his lack of deep-space experience.

He had argued that the man was too young for the great responsibility
of helming the flagship of the fleet, but he had been outvoted ... he
only hoped that -- for the sake of the ship, and her crew -- that he
was wrong about the youngest captain in the fleet.

He realized that sitting here in his office, rehashing the decision,
was pointless. He needed to go out ... go somewhere where he could
forget about the ENTERPRISE, the fleet,  and his troubles. Someplace
where he would not run into his fellow officers ... where there would
be absolutely no chance of anyone'talking shop'.

He went into the back room, where he kept several changes of clothes
... Starfleet issue would not due where he was going. Deciding on a
rather casual, but stylish, suit, he made his way out of Starfleet
Headquarters via his personal transporter, and materialized outside
one of his favorite clubs -- The ASTRO.

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As he entered the dimly lit club, he made a quick scan of the patrons.
The ASTRO was well known for it's 'mixed crowd' ... gay, straight,
human or alien, all were welcome here. Basically, if you were into the
'alternative' scene, this is where you would go to find it. Komack
was, for the most part, a voyeur ... he could sit here for hours,
watching the *show* ... although on occasion, he did take advantage of
the private rooms upstairs.

He first came across the ASTRO a few years ago, while trying to find
someplace in San Francisco that was not habitually frequented by
Starfleet personnel. To date, he had *never* seen another Starfleet
officer here. Of course, that didn't mean that there weren't any, just
that none of the ones he knew were here.

Tonight was no exception. Satisfied that he would not be recognized,
he made his way to the bar ... giving the patrons there a closer look.
Some, like him, were just out for a little fun. Others were pros ...
and at times, it was difficult to tell the difference. Tonight,
however, it didn't matter. Tonight, he was here to get laid ...
whether he paid for it, or not, he didn't care, as long as he was
distracted from his daily obligations for a while.

Taking a seat at the bar, he ordered a Vodka, rocks. As he did, the
lady two seats down looked up, smiled and lifted her glass. As his
drink was delivered, he stood and went over to her, asking, "May I?"

"By all means, hev a seat." she said, in her rich, dark, accented
voice.

As Komack sat next to her, he took a moment to look her over. At first
glance, he knew she wasn't a pro, for although she was pretty, she was
not a knock-out. Large, dark eyes, and a sensual mouth ... her short,
somewhat *ragged* hair was simply styled, and swept off her face with
an intricately carved and layered wooden hair clip.        

Her clothing was another give-a-way ... the pros tended to stick with
*easy access* styles, whereas this lovely lady was dressed all in
leather. From the halter top and mini skirt, to the jacket and
spike-heeled ankle boots ... the slick, black leather hugged every
curve, and accentuated her muscular legs to perfection. If he had to
find anything to complain about, it would be that she was somewhat
less endowed than he usually liked. The fact that she was apparently
athletic, however, would more than make up for her small breasts ...
there was nothing he liked better than sex with an athletic woman.

Komack noticed that her drink was nearly empty, and asked, "may I buy
you another?" Smiling, as he realized she was also giving him the
'once-over', he went on, "By the way ... the name is James."

"Nice to meet you, James ... my frainds call me Pasha." Finishing her
drink, she nodded and said, "thenk you ... I vould love anothair von."

Her voice was like dark chocolate flowing over him ... and he could
tell by the look in her eyes that she knew what kind of effect it had
on him. He also knew there was no way she could miss his arousal, and
this knowledge added to it.

Ordering another round, he adjusted his seat so that their legs were
touching, and felt her shift to accommodate his movement, allowing for
a bit more intimate contact. Sipping her Vodka, she looked him in the
eye ... he felt the heat rush to his groin as her hand touched his
knee and up his thigh. Never breaking eye contact, she sat her drink
down, and asked quietly, "Zo tell me ... do you come here oftain?"

He was already breathing heavily ... her voice, and the caress of her
hand were driving him to the brink. Trying to calm himself enough so
that he did not come right then and now, he focused on her question,
instead of her caresses. "No ... not often ... but occasionally."
Smiling at her, he returned the question, "and what about you? ... I
can't say I've ever seen you here before."

"Ah ... thees ees my first time here ... and probably my last ... at
least for some time." With this, she shifted her position one more
time, so that her knee was pressed firmly against James' crotch ... he
gasped at the contact, and placing his hand on her knee, stopped the
movement ... he was too close to continue here. Noticing his
discomfort, and smiling at him, she continued, "Pairhaps ve should go
someplace more private ... Ja? Someplace vere ve can celebrate my last
night in San Francisco een style?"

He reached out to caress her cheek, and leaned forward to kiss her
sensual lips, whispering, "There are rooms upstairs ... let me see if
there are any available." and once again, he got the bartenders'
attention. After a brief conversation, he returned with a bottle of
ice cold Vodka, and a room key ... they made their way up to the
second floor.

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As they entered the room, James placed the cold Vodka on a table, next
to the glasses already there, while Pasha closed the door. Once it was
securely latched, she turned and grabbed James' crotch, lightly
massaging to renew his slightly reduced erection. With her other hand,
she started to unfasten the buttons of his shirt.

James bent down to kiss her, as he cupped her small but firm breast in
his hand. He could feel the hard nub of her nipple through the soft
leather of her halter top, and gently squeezed it between thumb and
fingers. Pasha moaned as she finished with his buttons and started on
his belt. She deftly opened his trousers and pushed them down to his
knees, releasing his throbbing cock from its confinement.

As James pushed her jacket off of her shoulders, she stepped back
slightly, releasing him so that she could take her jacket off the rest
of the way. As James reached out to reclaim her, she pivoted on her
spike-healed-boot, and hung her jacket on the hook beside the door.
Looking him over as he stood there with his pants down around his
knees, she poured two glasses of the cold Vodka, and brought them over
to where he was standing. Handing him one, she raised her glass in a
mock-toast, then downed the Vodka in one shot. James did the same.

Pasha was please with what she saw, but did not want to rush this
encounter. She knew that James was not entirely aware of what was
going on here ... and she doubted that he was ready for any exotic
revelations. Therefore, tonight's encounter would have to be one-sided
... but that was fine by Pasha. She *knew* she could give him a
blow-job that would more than satisfy him ... and the idea of getting
off on his pleasure was adding to her arousal.

Not wanting to delay any longer, James reached out and grabbed Pasha
by the waist, pulling her to him, and opening her mouth with his own.
He could taste the Vodka on her chilled lips. Reaching up behind her
neck, Pasha released the small clasp that held her halter in place,
and let it fall to her waist ... as she fondled his small hard
nipples, he did the same ... then bent to flick his tongue around one,
then the other ... taking turns sucking them into his cool mouth.

She could feel his erection pressing against her hip, and the friction
of their bodies was making her extremely aroused. She would have to
take care of him soon, if she wanted to 'share' his pleasure ...
otherwise, she might come long before he did, and spoil everything.
"Come" she said, as she took him by the hands and led him to the bed
on the other side of the room.

She instructed him to sit on the edge of the bed. Grabbing a cushion,
she knelt on the floor in front of him, removed his shoes and pants,
then positioned herself between his spread knees. He once again
reached forward to play with her tits, while she teased him with her
light touch along his thighs ... moving her hands in ever widening
circles ... each one closer to their intended target.

She watched as his cock stiffened and jumped ... his hips shifting
with his increased arousal ... a small drop of pre-cum leaking out as
he moaned his pleasure. Unable to wait much longer herself, she made
her circling hands lightly touch upon their target ... he gasped, as
her nails ran up the length of his shaft, and she gently but firmly
massaged his balls.

James released her tits with a final squeeze of each nipple then lay
back upon the bed. Pasha continued to massage his balls with one hand
as she firmly stroked his shaft from tip to root with the other. As
she grasped the base of his cock, she used her tongue to lap up the
juices leaking out of the head.

The tongue continued to circle the sensitive head, as he thrust his
hips upward, trying to get her to take him into her mouth. Sensing her
own release was imminent, she relaxed her jaw, and took him fully into
her mouth, while reaching under her skirt to pleasure herself. James
continued to thrust in and out of Pasha's mouth, as she lathed the
thick shaft with her tongue, and sucked  it deep into her throat, all
the while, one hand was on the base of his cock, where she could feel
the tell-tale tightening of his balls.

Knowing that the end was near for both of them, she gave his shaft one
final squeeze with her hand and lips, then took it as deeply into her
throat as she could. As his hot juices shot into her mouth, she
swallowed convulsively, as her own body spasmed in release.

Shaking and spent, Pasha sat back against the bed, straightened her
skirt and re-fastened her halter top. James, for his part, had
recovered rather quickly, and sat up. Seeing that she was already
dressed, he asked, "what about you? I may not be up for the full fuck
for a while, but there's lots I can do in the mean time." Looking down
at himself, and seeing that he was already half aroused, he gave his
cock a slight slap, bringing it to half-mast, and went on with a
smile, "looks like junior will be up and running in no time ... what
do you say?"

"I am wery sorry ... but I cannot stay any longair." She stood, and
once again crossed to where the Vodka was. Turning to pour two more
glasses, she heard the bed squeak, and before she could turn back, he
was standing right behind her ... wrapping his arms around her ...
grabbing her tits and nibbling on her neck. She could feel his hard
cock pressing against her ass, and almost gave in, but it was too late
... her shuttle was leaving in half an hour, and she needed to change
before she got on it.

"James ... please ... I cannot," and pulling away with a strength he
did not anticipate, she turned to face him, saying, "besides ... I am
not vat I appear to be ... I fear thet you vould be wery
disappointed."

"I seriously doubt that ... but if you must go, you must go." He took
her into his arms for one more kiss, saying, "perhaps we can get
together when you return to San Francisco?" and letting her go, he
added, "maybe then, you will let *me* decide if I would be
disappointed with you, or not."

"Pairhaps ... but I vil be gone for a wery long time." And with these
words, Pasha drank her Vodka, grabbed her jacket, and left the room.

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Captain James T. Kirk was eager to get underway. The ceremony that
morning had been long and tedious ... he hated all the Pomp and
Circumstance that went long with a Starfleet career. Now, it seemed
like this reception had been going on for days, but it was finally
winding down ... in less than 5 hours, the ENTERPRISE would sail out
of Space Dock, and they would be on their way.

Most of the top brass had already left, and his officers and crewmen
were getting acquainted with each other. He was still unsure about
having a Vulcan for a First Officer, but Chris Pike had said that he
was a good man ... only time would tell if they would get along.

Kirk decided that it was now safe for him to leave the reception. As
he made his way toward the door, Admiral Komack approached him. Kirk
cringed inwardly ... he knew that Komack opposed his appointment to
the ENTERPRISE, but he also knew that there was nothing he could do
about it now.

"Captain ... I just wanted to offer my congratulations ... and wish
you all the best for this mission." he said, as he offered Kirk his
hand.

Taking the offered hand, Kirk replied with a smile, "Thank you ... I
promise to bring her back in one piece."

"I'll hold you to that promise." he said, returning the smile. Komack
left, surveying the room as he did. Suddenly, he stopped as he heard a
familiar voice, then shook himself, as he realized the accent was
familiar, but the voice itself was too deep ... then froze, as the
words registered:

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Sulu ... my name ees Pavel Chekov ... but my
frainds call me Pasha."

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The End