Author's Note: For those readers who are not familiar with the 'In a Mirror Darkly' espisodes of Star Trek Enterprise, this is an episode in which Archer and the crew are seen as they would be in a 'mirror' universe. Archer is a power-hungry jerk. These episodes (a two-parter, actually) puts the 'Ho' in Hoshi β and at the end she announces herself as 'Empress Hoshi Sato'.
One more note for those who are wondering. The 'Enterprise β the Other Side' series has 16 'episodes' currently in the story line. This is episode #9, so stay tuned....
This is a work of fiction, although loosely based on two particular episodes of a popular sci-fi series. I own neither the series nor the characters; but I do own the work presented here. I have taken significant liberties with the characters, and hope you enjoy it!
Enterprise β the Other Side β Chapter 9
Hoshi Seduces a Partner
** Dinner at eight **
Hoshi knew Travis was the right guy to enlist in her plan, as he would be easy to recruit, was the last person Archer would suspect, he had the skills to pull off the moves needed to commandeer the ship, and the physical attributes necessary to fight any battles she encountered. Now all she needed to do was seduce him and get his commitment. The evening she had in mind was one she knew he would fall for, with a romantic dinner in her personal quarters followed by her own intimate encounter. The chef was aboard to provide an exotic meal, now all she had to do was her own preparation.
She took a long bath in scented oils, sipping on fine wine she'd taken from Archer's personal stash while she manicured her fingers and did a touch-up trim on her silky mound. She hoped Travis would want a taste of her, as she would surely be tasting his meaty sausage. Crewman Kelly had mentioned to her that Travis seemed to like oral things and was pretty good at eating pussy.
He'll be much better than pretty good by the time I'm finished!
she thought, her fingers gently probing at her folds beneath the water. With plenty of time to kill, Hoshi gently brought herself to a quiet orgasm with her fingers before nodding off briefly in the warm bubbles.
Hoshi awoke lazily, glancing up at the clock. Chef would be delivering dinner in thirty minutes, so she extracted her body from the water and dried off, applying a generous coat of fragrant oils before donning the sexy black pantsuit she'd brought out for the occasion. A few dabs of perfume in strategic places, some delicate jewelry to accent her features, and she was ready. She responded to the door chime and let the attendant roll the cart into her room, thanking him with a tiny kiss on the cheek β mostly to see his reaction to her closeness. He let out a long sigh, looking her up and down quickly before pivoting on his heels and disappearing back into the corridor.
Okay then, I think Travis will like it.
she thought, inspecting each of the covered dishes. Caesar salad, a rich-looking lentil soup, Cajun-style ribs with peppers and garlic, and New York-style cheesecake should do what she needed.
She went into her bedroom and turned down the cover to expose the satin sheets and pillow shams, making certain the small containers of oils and lubricants were visible and handy for their use. She dimmed the lights for ambience and walked back to the living area. Everything was in readiness.
At twenty-hundred hours exactly the door chime sounded. Hoshi padded over to the door in her bare feet, opening it cautiously to find Travis Mayweather holding a small bouquet of flowers. She glanced down the corridor in both directions. "Nobody saw me Ensign." Travis said. Hoshi motioned him inside and closed the door, setting the privacy lock.
"We're not on duty Travis. I'm Hoshi, remember?" she laughed softly, stroking his chest lightly with her fingers. "Come on in, make yourself comfortable. Can I get you a drink?" she asked. "I have some good wine, or perhaps some Rigelian Ale?"
"I'll have an ale, thanks." Travis replied, letting his eyes take in the succulent curves of his Asian crewmate. He was still holding the flowers. "Oh β uh β these are for you." he said, holding the bouquet out to her.
She took the flowers, leaning close to give him a quick kiss on the cheeks. "Aww... thanks Travis. That's sweet." Hoshi said, brushing her firm breast against his forearm as she turned to find a vase. She could feel his gaze on her firm bottom as she deliberately twitched across the room. A quick glance back confirmed it. Travis Mayweather was 'on the hook'.
I don't know exactly what she has in mind; but I know what I'd like to be doing later
Travis thought, his eyes locked on the taut cheeks of Hoshi's ass.