The BLTS Archive- Private Dick by Astra (astraplain@yahoo.com) --- ASCEM needs is more P/C. Thank you for this challenge Ruth. How could I resist? Paramount wouldn't appreciate this story but I did only borrow their characters and I put them back when I was done. --- She stood before her closet tapping one foot and trying to decide what to wear. If this took much longer she'd be late for her regular "appointment" with Jean-Luc and she did *not* want to do that. They had little enough time for these holodeck adventures as it was. The problem, she decided, was that the characters that these costumes represented were dull, uninteresting and down right old. She was fed up with playing the seductive client, the wronged girlfriend, even the secretary to his Dixon Hill. Why didn't she ever get to be in charge? Why couldn't she ever be the one to solve the crime? After all, the winner was the one who got to be on top, so to speak, for that day's session and she was tired of being on the bottom. Tabbing her closet shut with a little more force than necessary, she tossed on a loose fitting dress and comfortable flats and hurried off to the holodeck. Minutes later she arrived, determined to chose the scenario this time. Luckily Jean-Luc hadn't arrived yet. Working quickly she tapped a query into the holodeck. She didn't want to deviate too far from Jean-Luc's pet fantasy, she just wanted to spice things up a little. Same century 'detective story' but this time she wanted to be the person to solve the case. A list of choices appeared on the small display and she scanned them quickly. One premise caught her attention. It was perfect. She tapped in a final set of commands, and the program was ready. She didn't have the wardrobe for this, so she called up a few choices based on the source material and selected one, leaving instructions to have other clothing available at appropriate locations in the program. She changed quickly, stowing her real clothes in a small storage bin near the entry portal. One last check of her appearance, a quick adjustment of her hat, and she was ready. Jean-Luc strode up to the holodeck and tapped in his access code. He was careful to secure the doors with a verbal command after entry - it wouldn't do for a crew member to walk in on this particular recreational activity. Turning around he was startled by the unfamiliar setting. This wasn't Dixon Hill. He looked around, studying the room he was in It was obviously an office but it was very unlike the comfortably cluttered place where Hill worked. It was clean and spacious with no papers on the desktop and furniture that looked too new. What kind of a detective could be this tidy? A patch of white against the red of the door on the far side of the room drew his attention and he walked over to it, taking a moment to study the cluster of photographs decorating one wall over a overstuffed sofa. They were mostly photos of him, well dressed in suit and tie (and no hat!) with various smiling people. Beverly appeared in several of the photos as well and he concluded that she must work for him as there was a professional distance between them in all the pictures. It was a distance he knew too well. The patch of white on the door was an envelope containing a brief description of his character and hers and instructions to get properly dressed (he would find clothing in the small kitchenette/ bathroom off to the right) and come to her office when he was ready. The suit fit him perfectly, of course, and she had to bite her lip to keep from grinning like an idiot. He did wear it well. Apparently he thought much the same thing because he was grinning like an idiot and she had to work hard not to laugh. "Hello." He managed at last. He had used the time while changing to reread her note and to have the computer fill in a few more details. He sensed a bit of pay back for the woman in distress roles she had played lately. He smiled, moving towards her. That was fine with him. He liked it when Beverly took control. Well, some of the time. They didn't have time to talk before a woman, apparently Mildred the secretary, announced a client and they were quickly embroiled in a nasty little embezzlement/ murder case that keep them guessing. They managed to steal a few moments here and there with covert hand holding, but any time they attempted anything more, like kissing, they were shot at or chased. Frustrated beyond measure from being so close without being able to touch, he found himself not caring if he solved the case. In desperation he rounded up the suspects and made a wild guess. He was only mildly annoyed when he turned out to be wrong and she correctly identified the killer instead. At her suggestion they retired to his apartment to wrap up the case. He was delighted by the well stocked kitchen. She had recently taught him the erotic potential of food and he was eager to experiment. Staying in character he offered to prepare a light meal. She volunteered to help, and followed him into the kitchen, catching him as he stepped away from the refrigerator with his hands full of food. She stepped up to him, close enough that they almost touched and leaned over to kiss him full on the lips. It was a light kiss, full of promise, and he nearly dropped the fruit he carried. She stepped back, leading him with her kisses until she was pressed against the counter in the center of the room. He reached around her, trapping her as he set the food down. One apple rolled lazily to the edge of the counter and fell to the floor with a dull thud. She smiled wickedly, and reached down to retrieve it, nipping at him as she rose. He growled at her, taking her mouth with his while letting his hands explore her back, then shoulders and breasts. She moved her own hands, a counterpoint to his caresses. He could barely feel the heat of her skin through his jacket, and took a moment to remove it, tossing it carelessly away. She snickered, using his momentary distraction to reach behind her and take up an orange. Eyes locked onto his, she bit into the bitter rind and tore it with her teeth, exposing the fruit inside. Another bite exposed more fruit. He watched, not touching, just savoring the sight of her, teeth sinking into flesh, juices tinting her lips and chin. When the last piece of rind was torn way, she held the orange out to him and he bit into it, relishing in the sweet tartness of the juice. She pulled the fruit away and watched as he chewed, then handed him the remnants of the fruit. Hands free, she tugged at his shirt, freeing it from his pants, and then loosening his pants as well. By the time he had finished eating the fruit, he was half undressed. Deciding that she still looked far too self possessed, he reached over and took a banana off the counter. It was a bit green around the stem and the fruit inside was firm and white. He peeled it in front of her, watching her watch him as he slowly revealed the fruit. He fed her the first bite, running it across her lips before sliding it into her waiting mouth. The second bite he made her take, holding the banana away from her and watching her lean forward and nip off a section. Deliberately she chewed and swallowed, her skin flushed a delicate pink. She devoured the rest of the banana, keeping her hands busy touching him here and there, making him move, unconsciously shifting to retain the contact of her hot skin against his body. While she ate, his left hand found the tiny buttons fastening her blouse and worked them loose. It was tricky working one-handed but these holodeck sessions had taught him a few things. The blouse came loose and he moved down to undo her skirt. The fruit was gone now and he used both hands, trying to concentrate while she did wicked things to distract him. Finally he was able to slide the dark skirt down and off, caressing her hips as he worked, then tracing the edges of her panties. She made a faint contented noise and helped by slipping her blouse off, letting it slip to the floor on top of her skirt. Stepping out of the pile of fabric, she advanced on him, forcing him to move back until his back was against the wall. They were next to the refrigerator and she took a moment to tease him, pretending to consider which foods she would use on him today. He had nearly driven her wild today, acting the part of the mysterious, handsome con man turned detective. His desire for her was clearly written in every move he made, and it had made her incredibly impatient. She wanted him. Now. After all, this character she played had a past much different from the aloof sophisticated exterior she presented now, and that was something she could easily identify with. She took his hand, leading him through the apartment to the bedroom. She hadn't dared remain in the kitchen or she would have taken him there, instead of in the comfort of this large bed. Once in the room, she wasted no time ordering him to remove his underwear and then taking of her own bra and panties. She had had to play the subordinate to this man, needing to maintain the appearance of their working relationship in public. But here, in private, she could be the one in control, and she intended to enjoy this fully. She studied him a moment, carefully and deliberately moving her eyes over every part of his body. Studying it, memorizing his flesh as she had dozens of times before. She could live on just the sight of him standing naked and aroused before her. Taking pity on him at last she went to the bed and lay down, giving him permission to approach, to touch, to pleasure her. He did so, acknowledging her mastery of him here, at least for the moment. They wrestled for a bit, touching, licking, caressing and kissing, she orchestrating every move. At last he could take it no more, needing to control the wild flame beside him. He moved over her, pinning her down with kisses. Holding her in place with caresses until she arched up, begging him to fill her desires. He tried resisting, but in her submission she still controlled him, making him do as she pleased. Lost, he surrendered to her, moving over her for the final pleasure, only to be startled by her movements as she caught him around the waist and tumbled him to the bed beside her, then moved over him and claimed him. The heat of her nearly made him cry out, but he clenched his hands into fists and felt fingernails bite into the flesh of his palm. It was a small pain amidst the infinite pleasure of being surrounded by her. She watched him, knowing what he was doing, and demanded even that small control. She lifted his hands to her lips and pried the fists open, one at a time, licking the grooved flesh where his fingernails had left marks. He shuddered at the feeling of her hot wet tongue dragging sensuously over his skin. If she kept this up he wouldn't last long. She knew what he was thinking, his expression betraying him, and she slowed her movements, but did not stop. She wanted this to last a very long time. He, she could control. It was her own needs that betrayed her, bringing her to climax before she was ready, making her scream in pleasure and frustration at the same time. Before she was done, he was on top again, bringing her down to the bed flat on her stomach and reveling in the feel of her back against his chest. She lasted longer this time, managing to collect herself enough to tease him with internal and external caresses. With a cry of triumph she felt him lose control, filling her and she allowed herself the release she sought. Their limited time on the holodeck was over far too soon and slowly they dressed. She gave the bedroom one last look before calling for the arch and smiled at the thought of spending another evening in the company of mysteries and charming con men. --- The End