Frances of Venus started as a series of dreams that came out of all the Star Trek Series and the strong desires that right triumph over evil and sex be recognized as valid not scorned. You need to read Report One, & Wrong Aim in the Celebrities section, and Episodes 2 & 3 in the Sci-Fi section for background. In the Sci-Fi sections the Star Trek names were changed to address liability to Literotica but the story continues.
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It is assumed you have the clearance to read the previous secret crystal image reports on the alien called Frances of Venus. This is the continuation of
Report Four
labeled "
Goodbye, my Love
", the hunting and genocide of the Rem Species. One of the last Rem families tried to hide at Deep Space Nine. Before the report of the encounter of Frances at Deep Space Nine, you need background information.
The aim of Report Five is to identify the reasons for Frances Of Venus' attitude toward the Command Staff at Deep Space Nine. They were well experienced with her very liberal sexual attitude. We need to go back about nine earth years when Frances was just a telepath and engineer.
Crystal Image On. Begin.
On Deep Space Nine, Jake walked down a hall. In his hands was a section of a Personnel Report, later to be developed into "
Report One of Frances of Venus
". It was the part about Frances and Wesley on the starship Enterprise. He entered the rented room where he had arranged to meet Frances. He seated himself.
Frances walked in gorgeous with her jet-black hair cut short, her beautiful apple-size breasts and great curves. She always wore her Star Fleet uniform tight as a matter of cultural expression. Her people regarded their sexual nature as something to be explored, honored and enjoyed, but most of all managed. Some who didn't understand her thought she was a jaw-dropping, groin warming tease.
"What's this about?"
Jake pushed the pad to her and got up and sat next to her as she read.
"Frances, It says there that you couldn't resist the sight of Wesley Crusher's manhood... That there was some chemical reaction that sexually stimulated you."
She continued reading. "Where did you get this?"
"I'm a reporter remember. Is it true?" he asked as he stood up with his pants stretched in front under his testicles. His manhood bounced erect atop his testicles, merely five inches from her face.
She stared at it immobile for at least 10 seconds. Then blinked.
Hmm. Jake...Uh.. I don't think you should do this. She wanted to grab it and caress it with her lips. She imagined running her lips along the shaft on each side. She wanted to throw her hair back cup his balls and suck him deep. What she did was swallow hard, get up from the chair and went to the window to compose herself. She searched the stars. Her face couldn't hide the sudden aching in her that screamed "Why not?" She closed her eyes but all that did was bring up the image, so she opened them again.
"Shit! Jake put that away"
He came up behind her and positioned himself between her butt cheeks.
"Frances, You have no idea how bad I want you."
"Jake we can't... please if you care anything about me – Put that away!" Then almost crying, "I could get in a lot of trouble. Your father would kill me. Jake please. Don't make me get angry. I'm serious Jake I could lose a lot."
"Aww...Okay, ...Okay"
On the way out, Frances stopped as he grabbed her arm and she entertained the thought for a second. "No, No...please.. I...we can't. You have to forget about it."
The head of Security, Constable Odo saw her whispering to Jake after they exited the room, as she begged him not to do that again. Jake was begging her couldn't they find a secret way. Odo's curiosity was aroused. His reports of her people caused him to ask for increased security reports of her actions.
Later that night Frances was sitting in Quark's bar when a short, cute athletic very young blonde walked in. According to reports they met and shared drinks until late in the night. They laughed loud and talked in whispers. They would smile at each other for minutes and then giggle. Frances left first but security reported that Amel searched the base directory and found her quarters. The report stopped as she entered Frances' quarters about 2:30 a.m. What really happened was Amel and Frances sat on the couch drinking and laughing. They wound up discussing martial arts training and started playing. Both were scantily clothed. Amel taught Francis a martial arts hold to tickle the anus of your opponent with your tongue while a free hand could massage the opponent's clitoris. It first shocked Frances. She was deeply aroused and her heat fueled the rest of their night of passion. Frances was a black belt in cunnilingus and Amel wriggled and moaned so much Frances gave her a pillow to bite, before anyone heard her. By morning both were exhausted and smiling. Amel exited the premises about 11:00 in the morning.
Odo asked Frances to report to Security. He had run a check on Amel and found her to be 17 years old and telepathic. Odo questioned Frances, but he knew she was telepathic and could communicate to Amel any excuse she told him. He also had no proof they had sex as Frances implied Amel had no place to go and slept on the couch.
Frances said, "Odo, this is me. Why are you treating me like some criminal just arrived at the station? Odo! look at me. Don't turn your back to me."
"Frances", Odo said as he stared at his report pad. "Your behavior could get you in a lot of trouble with minors like say, Nog, the Farengi."
Frances laughed.
"Or Jake!" he thundered as he turned around and stared dead at her. She stopped smiling.
"I saw you with Jake yesterday, last night before you went to the bar and this morning in the corridor."
"Wait.. wait a minute Odo. Don't jump to conclusions. I wish you had just come to me."
"Your people seem to have less sexual repression.... I know you like youths after puberty and women, especially Dax... very much. We tolerate many cultures but not every aspect of every culture."
Frances told Odo everything about Wesley and Jake. Odo gave her further warning and let her go, but Captain Sisko did see the full report. Amel left two days later.
In the morning several weeks later, Frances saw Kira in the hall. Her reddish hair smartly adorned her face. She wore her usual red lip-gloss, which made her mouth both pleasing and bold. She was reading over a com pad as Frances stepped in front of her with a smile. "Good Morning!"
