The BLTS Archive - China Rose
third in the China series
by R.Schultz (cousindream@aol.com)

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Spoilers: Any time after "Attached" and before "Parallels".

Third in the "China" series.  After my "China Shop", but it is not
necessary to read that story first.  This is a stand-alone story.

Disclaimer: Trekiverse belongs to Paramount & ViaBorgCom.  We
have the best Congress Big Money can buy.  I'm playing with the
Trek Universe for fun, not money.  All Trek critters go back
scrubbed clean and sated.  My story is mine under common-law
copyright.  So chill.

Written March, 2001.  3800 words long.

Warning: Graphic love between (fictional) consenting adults is
part of this story.  If this takes your transponders off-grid,
why not read something else?  By USA law this is NOT a place for
underage humanoids.  If any sort of TrekSmut is illegal in your
country or locale, please leave.  Go.  Toodle-loo.  This sort of
fiction is a no-no for you.  Go read something else.

Posted to the DoctorFuh-qFest, later to the ASCEM.  May be
archived, but please notify.

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There was just an amazingly small bundle left on the shelf by the
door.  All my clothes.  Most of my clothes.  A few this and that,
nothing really necessary.  I took a very deep breath, and took
that small step closer.  The door slid back into the wall and I
stepped out into the corridor.  My pulse was elevated, my
respiration was faster, much of my skin felt tight and warm.
This was the start of something new.

On my feet I could see my black work slip-ins, dull-shiny and
dark in the corridor light.  I felt my fish-net hose on my
thighs, enjoying the sensation.  I'd grown to like fish-net hose
on my pale legs.  Created a sensual image.  Large black garter
belt, four large sheer black triangles terminating in the narrow
darkness of the garters.  My garters were tight, no sag.  Would
that my body was in the same condition.  I told myself it was
ALMOST time for me to have some minor surgery, just a few nips
and tucks.  Now it was time to move.  Oh, this was SO exciting!

A journey of a thousand kilometers begins with but a single step.
Excelsior!  Beverly Crusher begins her single step....

The wobbly steps became more self-assured, more steady, more
normal.  It didn't feel NATURAL walking the corridors like this,
but it could be done.  I kept thinking this, over and over.  I
can do this.  I can do this.  I can perform miracles on a daily
basis for this ship and my crew-mates.  I can do this.

It was astonishing how my breasts felt so DIFFERENT!  I looked
down at them, the sway, the jiggle, the circling `round and
`round my nipples took when I walked.  Being without a bra or the
restraining fit of a tunic certainly made them swing and bounce
in a walk.

I'd walked naked in other situations, and it was fun.  And a girl
never quite forgets her breasts are moving when she moves.
They're always there, they're always contra-moving in some way.
They are with me always.

Now I could see the sway and intricate flow inside my breasts as
they moved.  I wished I could have a long mirror pacing me.
Allowing me to see the movements of myself.  The shock wave in
the sides of my hips and thighs when a foot hit the corridor
floor.  The way my genetic fat quivered.  The look of my pubic
hairs, the apparent movement back and forth as my thighs bunched
and moved.

The sight of me moving.  Female narcissist, Beverly Howard
Crusher.  Gonna flash `em, today.

As fortune would have it, the first person I encountered was
Geordi LaForge.  He had three large PADD's in his right hand when
he saw me.  A second later he had none.  Naturally I played to
that.  Leaned back against the wall and rubbed one hose-clad leg
against the other.  All seductive eager female.  I hoped.

"Are you okay, Lieutenant LaForge?"  Innocent little miss
two-shoes, that's me.

"Oh.  Yeah.  Certainly, Beverly.  I'm fine."  He bent to pick up
his PADD's.  I opened my legs a little when he crouched.  Letting
him get the better view.

He stood and got a little closer, one hand over my shoulder.
Leaning close, big smile on his face.  "I have got to say you're
looking fine, today, too.  Very fine."  He looked down at my
breasts, then in my face.  His face observed mine, through long
practice he was able to discern quite subtle changes through his
VISOR.  He smiled and lightly fingered one nipple.  I jerked, but
continued smiling.

"I never realized how red your nipples were, before this.  Dark
red, like a classic China Rose."  He chuckled, fondling the other
nipple now.  Dark red, and hard.  Are you excited, Doctor?"

"Call me Beverly, please.  As long as we're to the point where
you're pinching my nipples to make them harder, yes, I think you
can call me Beverly.  And yes, I'm excited.  Your rubbing my
nipples like that isn't cooling me off."

"You're really excited?" he teased, smiling, one hand on my
belly.  "Ah. come on ....  You're really excited?  By me?"

"If you don't believe me, check out my pussy.  It'd never lie to
you."  With that he slid one finger between my labia, fondled my
auburn Venus fur, rubbed my clit.  I spasmed, and lifted that one
leg higher so he might access my warp core better.  There I
stood, back against the cold ship wall, one foot balancing on the
side of the other knee.  Open, ready.

I moaned when a finger penetrated me.  "Oh yes, Beverly.  You're
sopping wet!  Really wet!  You're excited, all right!"  He began
rubbing his fingers in my slot, immediately starting my hips
tucking and bucking against him.

A black-skinned other-ranks female in yellow and a oriental male
Chief Petty in blue came by.  They paused to admire my being
masturbated, the woman giggling.

"She's very wet," Geordi told them.  I moaned again, watching the
two in the corridor watching me, us.  "Would you like to fondle
her?  She's really ripe and willing at the moment."

"May we?" the woman asked of me.  I told them to do whatever they
wanted.  She came close, watching Geordi working my sex.  Then
she dipped her fingers into my moist junction.  She brought her
fingers to her nose, then tasted my moisture.  She smiled,
giggling.  Then she dipped for another layer of me on her
fingers.

"She's delicious," she said.  "You ought to try some, Xuan!"  He
did.  For a minute three sets of fingers were fondling my sex.  I
was getting very close, very tight.  Just watching them lick me
off their fingers was sending me through the deck.

"Aren't her nipples like dark China Rose's?" Geordi asked.
"They're very hard, you should try biting them, or chewing on
them.  It might make her come."  That was all the invitation they
needed to feast on my now-hurting nipples.

What a sight!  They were jockeying like kittens to fit their
mouths to my nipples.  Then Geordi began rubbing my sex again,
his fingers groping into my labia.  I was REALLY moaning by this
time.  Then the woman crouched in front of me, her fingers
reaching inside me.  Her face was happy and serious both, intent
on giving me my come.

Geordi rubbed one moist finger on my clit and I was gone.  I had
to be supported by both males in order to remain standing.  Below
me a smiling woman gazed up at me, as she slowly moved her
fingers inside me.  Letting me down slowly from the glow, babying
me.

After some time I caught my breath back, and stood upright on my
own.  They all kissed me, fondled me, caressed me.  Eventually I
had to resume my Mission face.

"Geordi, Xuan, Lam, thank you all.  Its been a really wonderful
orgasm, but I've got to get to my work station down in SickBay.
So if you'll all excuse me?"  I gave Geordi a nice tongue kiss,
and he gave my arse a last caress.  They all did.  Petty Officer
Lam also ran her fingers through my pubic hair, and took a last
lick.  Sweet woman.  Knows how to say Au Revoir.

I continued my journey.  Barclay came by, and his eyes popped.  I
motioned him over with a finger, and he came to me.  I'd never
seen his head move so fast, trying to look at all of me at the
same time.  Once he was in range I groped his stiff meat.  Not a
bad size when stiff, I noted.

"You like my hand there?" I asked Barclay.  Obviously a redundant
question.  At this moment he would willingly follow me out an
open air lock.  So naturally I masturbated him a little.
Actually a lot.  I was really working his joint through those
damned thick Fleet trousers.  Enjoying the mixed joy and great
pain on his face.  He came quick.

He leaned on me, his face riveted on my erect nipples.  A stain
grew on the front of his trousers.  I tickled it with one long
finger, enjoying the way he jerked.

"Oh, Doctor Crusher, I don't know what to say..."

"Say you're going to jack-off tonight thinking of me."

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, oh yes, I certainly am.  I've never seen you
like this," he said in afterthought.  So I spun twice around for
him.  I took one hand and laid on my arse.  Which he promptly
caressed.  Took the hand to my breast, then let him rub my slot
with the edge of his hand.

"Oh, and Barclay?  I'd go back to your cabin and get a clean pair
of trousers.  Its important for an officer on the ENTERPRISE to
always project the proper image.  Word to the wise?"

"Yes, Doctor.  I shall.  Thank you.  Thank you.  Thank you."  And
with him still mumbling, he erratically wandered back the way he
had just came.  In a manner of speaking.

Oh, this was such FUN!  I must do it again some time.

Helmsman Allenby came by, and she giggled as she stood and took
in my undress.  She said I was gleaming I was so wet.  She asked
politely if she could have a taste, so I leaned back and spread
my legs for her.  She was a very neat eater.  She licked her lips
when she rose back to her feet.  Complimented the way I tasted.
I caressed her blonde hair, so prim in its bun.  She kissed me, a
little girl's kiss.  She said she had to go to station.  She got
a few fingers wet, then went her way.  Waving a few fingers at
me.  Sucking on the others.

Such a lovely girl.

In the turbolift Data joined me.  He didn't seem upset or
surprised by my nudity, but then he was an android.

"Data," I asked, "Tasha Yar made love to you for one night.  I've
wondered ever since, just what is it you have that appealed to
her.  Please?  Show me..."

"Doctor Crusher, we are in the turbolift," he replied.

"Computer.  Halt turbolift.  Doctor Beverly Crusher, medical
override authorization."

"Turbolift halted.  Medical override authorization accepted."

I turned to Data, crowding him against the curving wall.  "Do it,
Data.  Be quick about it.  We don't have much time.  Show me,
dammit!"

He looked reluctant, so I resumed the offensive.  "I'm not
talking here about my own personal repeat of your encounter with
Tasha.  Just show me what it is you have that she liked."

I swear, if he could have he would have sighed at that point.  In
any event he pulled his trousers down (with a little help from
myself) and showed where he was a male android.

"Can you get it stiff, put it in erect mode?"  Suddenly he was
looking at me, in a manner of speaking.  I bent over, fondling
it, admiring its stiffness.  It could moved around in its base,
but it was a 100% perfect simulation of a humanoid erection.
Veins, non-circumcised head, bulges and such, all perfect, all
about a sixth-meter long, and more-or-less medium thickness.

I swallowed it, of course.  For a minute or two I worked my face
on it.  Taking it all the way to the back of my throat.  Nice.
Moderately warm.

Disadvantages were a lack of enthusiasm on Data's part.  And no
possibility of ejaculate.

Advantages were it would never get tired and droop.  Or give me
children, as if that much mattered without my cooperation.  I
mean, they're my eggs, right?

I stood up, gave Data a pat on the cheek, and said I'd
investigate his prowess some other time.  He stashed a now soft
himself carefully away, and I gave him a light kiss.  "I don't
have the time right now, Mr. Data, but some day I'd like to
investigate your capabilities in that regard.  Take it as a
promise.  Computer, turbolift halt order terminated."

"Data," I quickly asked, "Pat me on my asscheeks, will you?"  He
did, and I exited the turbolift with a smile.

I had almost made it SickBay when Jean-Luc came out of a side
corridor.  We stood and stared at each other for a long minute
before my Captain came closer.

"You're looking devastating today, Beverly.  Hose and garter
become you.  Has anyone ever said your nipples look like
exquisite China Roses?  Such a beautiful hot shade of inflamed
dark red, when they're erect.  You look like you're on your way
to a glorious mind-busting orgasm, undressed like that.  Are
you?"

"I'm on my way to SickBay just now, Jean-Luc.  Thank you for the
compliments on my nipples.  Geordi said they looked like classic
China Rose's as well.  He sucked on them and made them hurt even
better."

A step closer.  "They are beautiful.  Just like you, Beverly.
Quite beautiful."  Pause.  "May I suck on them?"

After he had sucked on each for some minutes, his hand came to my
belly.  I raised no objections when his hand crawled downward to
my pubic hair.  His hand felt good there, and I opened myself to
him.  His fingers felt good on my clit.

"Beverly," he gasped, "I've a few minutes, could you let me stick
my penis in that hot wet pussy of yours?"  Still probing me.

"No, Jean-Luc, I can't help you, I REALLY have to get to SickBay.
Right now.  I have to go."  He looked so disappointed before he
put on his stoic mask.

"Oh hell, Jean-Luc.  Listen, stick a few fingers in me and get
them good and wet.  Then you can sniff them and enjoy my taste
and smell while you're sitting on that damned command chair of
yours.  Its the best I can do for you right now."

"Not even lick you?"

"Just a few licks.  Then I have to leave."

Jean-Luc kissed me and tongued me for a while, moaning as I wet
his face.  He looked sort of pathetic, there, on his knees.  I
enjoyed that immensely.

After I tugged him erect, he almost looked pleased with himself.
"Do you think you could join me for Breakfast tomorrow?  I
promise to have something there you've enjoyed eating before."
It took me a second to recognize that he was trying to leer.
Poor Jean-Luc.

"Maybe," I replied.  "We'll see.  But I really DO have to hurry."

"Of course," he said.  He hesitated, and I motioned him closer.
"You can stick one finger up me, and that's all.  Then I must
rush."  In a moment I had turned my back on him.  Standing there
with a finger in his mouth.  SickBay lay before me.

Once inside SickBay I relaxed.  Four minutes yet.  Time to sit
and relax.  Catch my breath.

Both Doctor Selar and Nurse Ogawa were almost naked, as was I
myself.  Doctor Selar was in a black leather bustier, which did a
wonderful job of projecting her large breasts out at the viewer.
Garters ran down from the bottom of the bustier corset to hold up
a pair of light charcoal hose with thick black seam lines running
down the back of them.  Doctor Selar had an intensely black
growth of pubic hair.  She looked more obscene and naked with her
clothes than she ever could have been with her body totally nude.

Nurse Ogawa was in a pair of white hose with large frilly leg
garters holding them in place at the top of her lovely small
thighs.

We were one damned hot and desirable medical staff at this
moment.  Butt naked and with archaic decorative hosiery on our
legs.  That was it.

Let the games commence!

First one through the door was Worf.  Right on time, and struck
dumb by the tableaux.

He edged over to me so he could whisper in my ear.  "Nurse Ogawa
and Doctor Selar are naked."

"We have hosiery on, Worf.  Selar has a corset.  We're not naked.
Neither am I.  Now don't tell me the sight of hu-man women in
archaic hosiery don't appeal to you.  I know different."

"Nurse Ogawa is -- she has no hair on her body.  There.  Is this
REALLY her?"

"She's bald, Worf.  I've seen her a few times, lady stuff, you
know.  She uses a 30-day creme.  If you ask me, that means she
thinks a lot about sex, but then I'm just a doctor.  What do I
know?"

"Doctor Selar -- her breasts -- they are pointing at me."

"Its what a bustier does, Worf.  It pushes up the breasts so
that they sort of project out at the viewer."

Fidgeting, blushing at being surrounded by three naked females
who couldn't seem to keep their hands off him.

He resisted, but I told him he had to strip for his examination.
He was removing his tunic when he stopped.  Doctor Selar was
masturbating him through his trousers and Nurse Ogawa was
fondling his butt.  "Beverly," he asked.  "These ARE holographic
projections, aren't they?  They're NOT really Nurse Ogawa and
Doctor Selar, are they?"

"And if they were?  Would that increase the fun?  Or reduce it?
Oh, come ON, Worf!  Get into the spirit of things!  Relax!  This
program is an opportunity for me to finally do some of the things
I've always wanted to do!"  With that I began to ease his
trousers off.  With Ogawa's ferociously giggling help we soon had
him so off-balance that he had to sit back on the BioBed to avoid
falling on his backside.

Ogawa continued to remove the half-boots and trousers while I
grabbed Worf by his handle.  Which I proceeded to pump
vigorously.  By the time Ogawa had her hands free, I had the
situation well in, well, mouth.

"Open up the side panels," I asked Selar and Ogawa.  "The crewman
is obviously suffering from an advanced and severe case of
Klingon Erectus.  I must operate immediately."

With the aid of Worf and Selar, I was quickly standing over a
very naked Worf.  "Watch carefully, Doctor Selar.  There's more
black magic to inspecting a Klingon's lust nodes than there is
technique."  Certainly.  Right.  Yes.  More martial arts than
black magic, really.

Carefully, carefully, this old frame managed to reach a point
where I was squatting over the largish loins of a very, very
perturbed and erect Worf.  Tactical Conn and Security.  About to
get raped by an over-the-hill redhead.

No lube necessary.  Even with Worf's generous proportions.  I
directed it into the right hole with one hand and started forcing
it inside me.  Using my full weight it only took a few seconds.

I groaned, my mouth fell open, and my belly felt so hot and tight
I thought I was going to come immediately.  I pinched my nipples.

I came.

It took a few moments of after-come frenzy to run me through my
great sparkly climax.   Then I could pant and sweat and feel the
tinglies sputter down all over my body.  When I lifted my hips
and separated, we made an exciting wet popping noise.

I was gasping when I rose back above Worf, but with shaking knees
I made it.

Next step was to get off the BioBed.  Selar was manipulating
Worf's erection with one hand by the time I could get my breath.

"Beverly...." he began.  Was that a hint of a pleading tone in
Worf's voice?  Probably.  Leave the male of the species high and
dry and its an interplanetary incident.  Leave the female in a
similar state of frustration and its a female problem.

"I know, I know, Worf.  Give me a second. This night is FAR from
over, let me tell you."  With that I took over the job of pumping
male stiffness, from Selar.

It was always fun manipulating some male.

It was usually fun manhandling their erect meat, also.  Oh yes,
Worf liked this part.  He liked the part where I took him to the
hilt in my face, too.  Gonna have a mouthful, gonna have a
mouthful, gonna have a mouthful.  Hhhmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

The hum job did it.  Afterwards I was licking him clean, slowly
and carefully.  Admiring the fact it was still erect for me.

Worf turned to me, caressing the fire-hair he liked so much.
"This is a bizarre holoprogram, isn't it, Beverly?  Isn't it
against protocols to have real people incorporated into your
program?"  Worf damned well knew it was.

"When I leave, the data chip leaves with me.  Besides which, you
don't think the crew of the ENTERPRISE doesn't include a large
number of their crewmates in their little fantasy holoprograms?

"I'm not the only one who removes their programs physically.
Barclay was a bit of a fool for leaving his fantasies in the
recreation sub-routines.  Not to mention not dedicating his
privacy codes to a higher level.  He wanted to be discovered I
think.  But that's just my opinion.

"As to whether or not I have a bizarre program here, well, that
depends.  I think most females have a secret wish to go around
naked.  If they're in half-way good shape.  And have sex in
strange environments, like where they work all week.

"All I'm doing is enjoying myself.  In this program I'm a
universally desirable China Rose, a beauty.  I'm flowering here."

"Hmmm," he commented.  "Its still -- unique.  What did you do
for the first twenty minutes of the program?"

How to answer that?  "I had some fun with myself."

Looking around, he stared at Selar and Ago, doing their normal
work-a-day things.  Naked plus, in their hose and corset.

"Did you -- do things with your workmates?"

I looked at him carefully, speculation in my mind.

"Why is that, Worf?  Would you LIKE to see two women together?"

His look told it all.  Hmmm.  This was something to think on.
Maybe include it in the next holofantasy.  Or maybe real life
would be better.

Well, that's for tomorrow.  Time for Worf and I to change places
on this biobed and take this fantasy to the next step.  I was
getting wet just thinking of it.

After all this I'd better remember both my clothes and my data
tab.  My clothes would still be on that shelf by the holodeck
door.  Dress, palm my chip, and walk sedately back to my cabin.

I mean, after all, you don't REALLY think I'd walk the corridors
of the ENTERPRISE naked, do you?

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continued the fourth story in the China series 'China Town'