This is a work of fiction, loosely based on two specific episodes of a well known television series. I do not own the series, characters, or any part of them; but I do own the work presented here. I have taken a few liberties with the characters, as might be expected for a work of erotic literature. Don't be surprised if you find names from other shows mixed in, I don't need to be reminded and I'm not mixed up! Hope you enjoy my favorite characters having fun, and since this episode includes a cast you aren't familiar with -- and one from another show -- here's the list:
The Orion Syndicate Girls:
Benjhari ('Benjie'>-- Baroquaian
Shenjah ('Shen') -- Andorian/Vulcan
Luli -- Bajoran
Vida - Orian
Tijay - Andorian
B'Ellana -- Human/Klingon
Enterprise -- the Other Side -- Chapter 5
Trip and Malcom visit the Orion Slave Girls
"You ready Malcom?" Trip asked, setting up for their approach to the Orion 'pleasure palace' on the small planet of Jural 4.
"Sure am sir." replied Malcom. "Transponder sending our codes for clearance." he added.
This is going to be a good time
he thought. Captain Archer had surprised the two men with a two-day pass to one of the infamous resorts run by the Orion Syndicate, known for the women who were held as sexual slaves for hire by anyone who chose to visit and pay the price. Archer had called it a 'reward' for the job they had done, and it was appreciated.
Since the plasma fire accident Trip hadn't gotten much attention from the women. Oh, they pitied him because of his badly disfigured face; but even T'Pol wasn't interested any longer.
Fine
he thought.
I'll get some serious pussy here!
he concluded. "Five minutes to disembark." he told Malcom, guiding the shuttle expertly toward the landing pad indicated by approach control. "Prepare for atmospheric entry, close all plasma vents." He ordered. "Disengaging impulse drive." he added, going down the checklist.
"Aye sir, plasma vents closed, inertial dampeners to maximum." Malcom responded, executing his role as copilot by the book. Malcom's problem with women wasn't his looks. He just didn't get on well with the women on the Enterprise, and there were no new crewmembers on Defiant. Sure, he would love to do T'Pol, or Hoshi; but they were the Captain's bitches and Malcom wasn't about to step on those toes.
But if I can find an Orion whore who reminds me of either of them, I'll choose her.
he thought.
"Two thousand kilometers from the pad." Trip said. "Engaging braking thrusters." he added, slowing the shuttle for final approach.
"Calibrating stabilizer systems for atmospheric conditions." Malcom said.
"Five hundred kilometers from the pad." Trip reported. "Engaging landing stabilizers." he added, a slight shudder going through the shuttle as the flight parameters changed and they slowed from supersonicspeeds.
As soon as their speed had dropped below the threshold, Malcom made the next step. "Landing struts deployed." he said. "Viewer on." He added, activating the 'windshield' that translated the high-definition visual sensor data into a picture of what was outside the shuttle. It was the first time either of them had seen Jural, and it was impressive. A tropical paradise -- much like Risa, except that it was run by the Syndicate and the women were there for only one reason.
And we'll use them for that
he thought.
"Stand by for landing." Trip said, the landing pad in sight now. "Two kilometers and closing." he reported.
Both men watched the viewer as the shuttle slowed its descent and glided the last few hundred meters to the pad. Ahead of them was what looked like a jungle, numerous huts spotting the landscape. Just to the right of that was a long beach with black sand leading to the bright blue-green water. The landing pad itself sat amongst a dozen similar pads, behind what appeared to be the 'office'. Trip eased the shuttle to a perfect landing and went through the shutdown checklist before opening the airlock followed by the outer door. "Welcome to Jural 4, Lieutenant." he said. "And from now until we leave, I order you to call me Trip." he added, clapping his partner on the shoulder as he stood and headed toward the door.
They followed the signs around the building to the main office entrance, ogling the scantily clad women of all species who eagerly awaited their opportunity to provide 'service' to the two Terrans. "Let's get this business taken care of so we can get to the fun." Trip suggested, pushing open the office door and striding to the desk. They checked in and got their room access settled. Archer had taken care of all of the charges ahead of time, so all they had to do now was enjoy themselves.
Their huts were adjacent to each other; but separated by a good fifty meters, and only a hundred meters from the beach. They both had outdoor patios with a bar, table, and lounge chairs. And the women seemed to be following them as they went to their respective huts to drop off their gear. They had planned for this, and decided they would make no hasty decisions. They would get back together at Trip's hut and let them come to serve.
Malcom had changed to shorts and a mesh tank top, showing off his muscular form. His shoes were now sandals, and he was ready to relax. He walked up to Trip's hut to find his friend already relaxed on one of the lounges, a cool-looking drink in his hand and three lovely women awaiting his next command. "Malcom Reed reporting for -- uh -- duty, Trip." he said, avoiding all mention of rank while being respectful.
"Heh, yeah right." Trip replied, taking a drink and running the fingers of his other hand up between the thighs of the auburn-haired beauty next to him. "I see you've brought your harem." he added, nodding toward the path Malcom had come down. "Best order a drink and prepare to relax Mal." he suggested, his thumb now massaging the crotch of the woman's skimpy bathing suit.
Malcom sat down on one of the chairs next to the table, his eyes going quickly to the three beauties approaching him. None reminded him of Hoshi or T'Pol; but there was one chocolate-skinned babe that looked interesting. She noticed his gaze immediately, and blew him a kiss from twenty meters away. A broad smile grew across her face, and she reached up to brush her long dark hair (with bright green highlights) away from her eyes.
Damn, she is stunning
he thought, watching her swaying body as she slinked to his side.
"A drink sir?" she asked, lightly brushing his bare arm with her long fingernails. She wore a gold-hued bikini that barely covered her firm round breasts, and as she turned to give him a view from the back, she revealed that it was a thong -- and her ass was as perfect as he'd ever seen.
"Something cold and wet, with alcohol." Malcom replied, unable to think with her lush curves only inches away.
Shit. And I agreed with Trip not to make any hasty decisions. Well dammit, this girl is so hot I may just cum from looking at her!
he thought, taking the drink and having a sip. "Mmmm. Excellent darling." he told her, patting his hand on his lap. He noticed the sharp look from Commander Tucker, and chose to ignore it.
She sat daintily on his lap, reaching her hand up to stroke her fingers through his hair. "I am Benjahri. You may call me Benjie." she told him. She gently wriggled her hips, sensing the growing organ beneath her. "What may I call you sir?" she queried, her fingers now tracing along his ear and down to his chin.
"You may call me Malcom." he replied. "Pleasure to meet you Benjie." he added, his own hips squirming just a bit under the sensuous flesh of her bottom. "You are very beautiful, where are you from?" he asked.
"I am from the Martoki system, a planet called Baroquai." she told him.