Reg Barclay walked down the corridor on deck eight. He was nervous, he was always nervous. Ever since he had first met Lt. Barclay had been in love with Counselor Deanna Troi. And now she had offered to help the crew with the virus. He was going to make his dream come true.
Barclay valiantly summoned up his courage and walked to her door. Then panicked and took several steps back. Convincing his self that she would not turn down a sick man he regained his courage and tapped the panel that activated the chime on the inside.
"Come in." sang the heavenly voice of the Betized, Troi.
Barclay walked through the sliding doors and saw her. Troi's long black hair flowed over her lightly tanned shoulders. She wore clothes that were most certainly not Starfleet issue. It was a short, white, silk teddy.
"Reg," she called, "How did I know that you would come to me?"
"Well, you are empathic." stammered Reg nervously.
"Alright, Reg, this is a one time thing. I want you to understand that." said Troi seriously
"I know, Counselor."
"Good, but call me Deanna." said the vixen as she pushed him down on the hard Starfleet couch. She pulled his uniform blouse up and worked at his trousers. Deanna could feel his hardening cock straining against the fabric. Troi reached out and grasp the meat, witch made Barclay jump.
"Reg, you are going to need to relax. Especially for what I am about to do." said Deanna as she freed his fairly large cock and began to slide her soft hand up and down it.
"What are you going to do?" asked Reg stammering over every word. He found it very hard to think with the woman he had always wanted but could never have stroked his dick.
