Star Trek Tos Undercover

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Star Trek

, its characters, locations, etc are copyright Paramount Pictures. No infringement for profit is intended. This is strictly for fun.

Note: The story was originally written as an entry in early 2003 for Round 9 for the Femme Fuh-Q Fest. Femme Fuh-Q Fest was a Yahoo group dedicated to Trek femslash.

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The bass beat was almost a physical sensation as the dancer strutted and pranced up and down the runway. With a quick step towards the main stage, she spun herself around a brass pole, her blond hair flowing in the air behind her.

After the spin, she peeled off the tight, half-bra exposing her full round breasts. Pasties capped her mounds, in keeping with the license the club had.

The audience was small. Very small. Only one woman, two men, and a movie camera.

By the time the music stopped and the stage lights went out, she was down to the afore-mentioned pasties and garter with only a small, sequined g-string covering her crotch, leaving her shapely ass bare, for all practical purposes. The trio clapped appreciatively.

The dancer knew it wasn't over. Susi came out and began to dance with her as the lights slowly came up. Soon, the pasties and the g-string were gone and both women were dancing naked.

As the other girl's hand slid between her legs and into her, Roberta Lincoln shook her head, wondering how she let her boss talk her into this particular assignment...

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"Miss Lincoln, I have a special assignment for you," Gary Seven said. He was seated behind the obsidian-topped desk in the New York office of the Aegis Corporation. In his arms, a black cat with a diamond-studded collar purred under his stroking fingers.

"Sure boss, what is it?" Roberta asked.

"Certain reports have come to my attention of a possible blackmail operation in Los Angeles," the forty-ish man replied.

"Blackmail? Isn't that something for Joe Friday or the

Adam-12

guys?"

"Please, Miss Lincoln. This ring coerces sons and daughters of prominent industrial and political leaders and uses the resulting images to blackmail the parents," Seven explained. "The parents then succumb to the wishes of the blackmailers to institute research, equipment sales, or even changes in law to keep their children's secrets," Seven explained.

"Still, why not the cops or the Feds? Isn't this what J. Edgar has his G-men for?" Roberta asked.

"One of my...contacts in your government has expressed an interest in keeping this low-key. And, given the nature of what I have since uncovered, I have to agree."

"Okay. Then why me?"

"Because, Miss Lincoln, I have another matter that desperately needs my attention. And," Seven paused dramatically. A bit too dramatically as far as Roberta was concerned. "You have proven yourself over the past thirty-two months as being very capable. I believe you and Isis are imminently qualified to take care of this situation."

Roberta Lincoln had matured quite a bit in the two and a half years since she came to know Gary Seven. Constant exposure to alien conspiracies, secret scientific organizations out to take over the world, and the usual collection of solo mad scientists and whacko assassins take a toll on youthful innocence.

Before that day in 1968 when she came in for her first day on a secretarial job, Roberta had been a typical twenty-year old girl with liberal, almost counter-cultural views and a natural distrust of government as well as anyone over thirty. Her friends were still amazed she had taken such a 'straight' job for a Suit.

The Suit was Gary Seven, Supervisor 194, and he was as human as Roberta or any of the millions walking the streets of New York at that moment, except for the fact that he had been raised on another world, a colony light years away, and trained to work behind the scenes to affect change, for the better, on Earth. And hopefully to help the human race survive the turbulence of the latter half of the 20th Century.

He initially came to inspect the work of two operatives whose job was to strategically sabotage a United States rocket that was to launch an orbital nuclear platform over the Eurasian continent. When he discovered those operatives had died in an automobile accident, he found he had to take direct action, something he hadn't expected to do.

What he also hadn't expected was the presence of a starship from the future or the arrival of an apparently flighty secretary.

That secretary had proven to be an invaluable ally in his mission. With Isis, the black cat, they were a formidable undercover force for protecting the people of Earth from themselves and others.

"What?!? I have to work with that stubborn, pompous..."

"Miss Lincoln, please. Isis has feelings too. Her race is a bit snobbish." The cat in his arms growled quietly and Seven said, "Don't deny it, Isis."

Returning his attention to his other agent, he continued, "She has proven quite valuable dozens of times in just the past two years. As I recall, she even saved your life on that supposedly haunted cruise ship."

"Yeah, well I did see..." Roberta scowled at the cat. "Anyway, who's in charge? Me or the fleabag?"

"Neither. You will be partners."

"Partners, huh? Hear that, Pussy Cat? You're not in charge."

"Neither are you, Miss Lincoln."

"Okay, okay. So, what do you want me to do?"

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In less than a day, Roberta Lincoln was Bobbi Lansing, the daughter of a prominent New England congressman who sat on the foreign affairs committee. She was a newly arrived junior at USC and, with her pet cat Isis, was sharing an apartment with Susi Watkins. Susi was the daughter of another prominent politician in Nixon's White House.

Susi was a cute girl from the Midwest. With her shoulder length brown hair and her button nose, she could be a Hollywood version of the girl next door. While not quite as innocent as she seemed, the girl still was discreet and choosy in her sex life. Her current boyfriend was only the second man she had ever slept with.

And she had confided to her new friend Bobbi one night that she never 'put it in my mouth'. That was too much for the eighteen-year old. But Susi did know how to enjoy herself.

In the first three weeks, Roberta and Susi had gone to dorm and frat parties, joined a sit-in outside an Army recruiting office, and even attended classes. Roberta had drunk more beer and wine in that time than she had in the previous six months, not to mention all the pot she'd smoked. But, so far, she had seen no evidence of any blackmailers.

"Well, then again, what are they gonna look like?" she asked rhetorically. She was alone in the apartment. Except for Isis.

"Mrr-oow?"

Roberta looked at the black cat sitting on the coffee table, grooming itself next to a cracked bong left behind by one of their neighbors. "Was I talking to you?"

Isis looked at her blankly.

"Okay, okay. I just want something to happen soon. This is not what I signed up for," the blonde complained. "And where the hell is Mr. Seven?"

"Mee-rooo," Isis said, a human-like moan plainly audible.

This biped wasn't that dense,

the cat thought.

Roberta knew very well where Seven was, as Isis was trying to tell her. "Yeah, I know. Undercover somewhere in SAC trying to keep some psycho Air Force general from nuking Moscow."

In truth, the rogue general was in England in command of a wing of B-52s at one of the NATO bases. Seven had joined his cabal as Major Ronald Lindstrom. It was a deep-cover assignment and effectively left Roberta and Isis on their own in LA.

Just as Roberta was about to add to her complaint, Susi came charging in, "Bobbi! Get ready! We're going to a big beach party!"

Quickly, Roberta and Susi were ready. Both wore tight, clingy tops and micro-mini skirts. Roberta's was a bright, almost-painful red. Susi was in a white and black ensemble. Both had platform heels, adding two inches to each girl.

Right after they left, Isis jumped up and ran into the bedroom. Several minutes later, a tall, exotic, well-dressed beauty strolled gracefully out of the building.

The pair finally found a parking place near the beach then walked a few blocks to a beachfront apartment in Venice only two blocks from the famous canals. From the music, it sounded like quite a party going on.

Susi laughed, "This'll be a freakin' blast! C'mon, let's get stoned and party all night..."

"Sounds good to me," Roberta replied. Inwardly she planned to get a good buzz on but wanted to keep her head somewhat clear.

She had no way of knowing what was waiting for her inside.

"Bobbi! Susi! C'mere! Gimme a big hug!"

Both women found themselves wrapped in the embrace of a large, black transvestite. Chloe, who went to classes with them as Charlie, worked at one of the more exotic clubs, the Venus Flytrap. Roberta had a blast when she and Susi went there to see his act a couple of weeks before.

Chloe was big and black and beautiful. And, to his eternal delight, had surprised quite a few formerly straight white boys from the Valley over the years, both in the clubs and in the schools.

"Ladeees! You have got to try some of this fine weed. You'll be partyin' on the Moon before the astronauts after a few hits of this shit," Chloe said, shoving a fat glowing joint at the new arrivals.

Susi grabbed it and took a huge hit. Holding the acrid smoke in her lungs, she handed the weed to her friend.

Roberta took a hit as well. She made it look like she took a huge lungful but only actually inhaled about half the smoke. Almost immediately, she felt the familiar warm sensation flow through her.

The music took on an almost physical quality. The bass on the stereo was really turned up. Without realizing it, Roberta started swaying to Edwin Starr singing about the futility of war.

"Cool..." she muttered, as some hippie she didn't recognize handed her a beer.

"Ladies! Welcome to my little get together."

Roberta looked over at the manager of the Flytrap, Mikey Stantz. His long, dark hair was pulled back into a pony tail and his hands held a bottle of some Mexican beer and another joint. "Wanna hit, Bobbi?"

"Sure," Roberta said, her earlier promise to herself lost in a narcotic haze. After taking a large toke, Susi grabbed the joint.

"Ever shared the smoke?" Mikey asked. Roberta looked confused but Susi shook her head. "Why not share with Bobbi?"

Susi took her friend's face in her hands and pressed her lips to Roberta's. In her surprise, Roberta opened her mouth and a gush of pot smoke flowed into her lungs. This was followed by the brunette's tongue.

Roberta, in her stoned state, began to kiss Susi back, her tongue dancing around in her mouth and then following the other back into Susi's mouth.

Mikey noticed a tall, dark, exotic beauty enter the party. With a chuckle, he said, "Ladies, excuse me. Although it doesn't look like you'll miss me..."

He was right, they stood there in the apartment's living room kissing for quite some time. Finally, as they got jostled, they pulled apart, staring at each other.

Too stoned to be embarrassed by her actions, Roberta could only say, "Wow! That was intense."

"Yeah," Susi said in a husky voice. Roberta's body responded to the tone but before she could act on her sudden desire, they were interrupted.

"Ya know, if you two did that on stage, you'd rake in the bucks," Mikey said, returning after being brushed off by the silent raven-haired woman wearing a diamond necklace. She had since disappeared into the party.

"Uh, no. I, uh, I don't..." Roberta tried to say. Something about not doing girls...

"What about it, Susi?" Mikey asked.

Susi looked at Roberta and smiled, "I would love to..."

"I...I couldn't..."

"Bobbi, Bobbi, Bobbi. You are so into that," Mikey said. "You can deny it but you want her, don't you?"

Roberta looked at Susi. She was gorgeous. That sexy, full-lipped mouth; the dark, bedroom eyes; the shiny, brown hair that hung to just below her shoulders; those round, luscious tits...

Roberta stopped and shook her head. Had she just thought the word 'tits'? What was going on?

Mikey quickly handed her another joint and said, "Don't worry about it. Just take a hit and we'll forget all about this. Just have some fun. Waddya say?"

Not trusting herself to speak, Roberta took the proffered joint and sucked in another large lungful of smoke. This was the strongest pot she'd had in a long time. Maybe ever.

At that moment, a tall, dark-haired woman in a kimono-like dress stepped up. "Come with me ladies," she said, her voice lightly accented.

Strangely, without a word, Roberta and Susi followed the mysterious woman away from the party to another apartment overlooking one of the old canals. None of them saw a small black cat sitting nearby grooming itself, a cat wearing a diamond collar.

"My name is Lee. And you are..." the exotic woman prompted.

Slowly, as if unsure of her identity, Roberta said, "Roberta...Bobbi L...Lansing."

"I'm Susi, Susi Watkins. Can we buy some of that pot? This buzz is the groove," the other girl said.

"We'll see. Now Susi, your father works for the Nixon Administration, doesn't he?"

"Uh, yeah," Susi said, puzzled at the question despite the marijuana haze.

Roberta, slowly guessing this was what she was here for, was ready. She just had to focus on her answers.

"Bobbi? Your father is on the House Foreign Affairs Committee. Is that correct?"

"Uh, no...I mean, yes. Who...who are you?" Roberta asked. "You look like..."

"Please, no Dragon Lady jokes, my dear. I'm only half-Chinese."

"Yeah, the Dragon Lady in

Terry and the Pirates

!" Roberta said, excitedly. She used to read the adventure comic strip when she was a little girl in her father's newspaper.

Susi looked closely at the tall woman, "You remind me of that chick in the

Jonny Quest

cartoons. Race's girlfriend..."

"Jade!" Roberta said with a giggle, proud she remembered the cartoon character.

The Asian woman put a stop to the jokes harshly, "Enough! Please, ladies, I am simply Lee."

She stepped up to Roberta and ran a fingertip along her cheek. "You are beautiful. I shall enjoy you." Stepping up to Susi, she cupped a full breast and said, "Another beauty. I shall enjoy you as well."

"En...enjoy?" Roberta said. The woman just felt up her roommate! And Susi seemed to like it. What the hell...?

Lee handed a lit joint to Susi, saying, "Please. Be my guest. And share..."

Susi took a hit and forcefully grabbed Roberta, exhaling into her mouth.

Choking on the harsher smoke, Roberta tried to get her mind around the fact that this was...stronger. She was feeling very...high.

"Here," Susi said, handing the burning doobie to Roberta. Roberta took a deep drag and blew her smoke into Susi's mouth. She was getting incredibly turned on by all this.

Before too long, they were down to a smoldering roach and kissing passionately. As Susi unconsciously released the rest of the joint, Lee was there to catch it in an ashtray. She stepped over to the door and handed it to a young woman outside. "Dispose of this immediately," she commanded.

"Yes, mistress," the girl replied, her eyes downcast appropriately for her mistress.

Lee sat in front of the two girls, watching them French-kiss each other. It was quite exciting. But she had something better in mind. After a few more minutes, she stepped up and tapped Susi's shoulder.

"My dear, would you be so kind as to step outside? My friend Olivia will see to your needs," Lee said.

"But...I was..." Susi tried to say, staring at Roberta. She wanted more from her sexy roommate.

"Please?"

Susi stood and walked towards the door without another word. Lee knew she'd be well taken care of. She sat on the couch next to Roberta and took her hand, "Love, I want to make you feel...exquisite. May I?"

Roberta was too turned on to do anything but nod. Then Lee began to kiss her. It was even better than with Susi, this woman was experienced.

Their tongues began to thrust deep into each other's mouth. Both women were enflamed with passion. Lee's hand held one of Roberta's breasts, kneading the supple flesh through her blouse, her thumb rubbed against the hardening nipple.

Soon, both women were naked, their bodies pressed tightly against each other while their tongues danced together. Hands roamed over hot flesh, occasionally touching a sensitive spot, causing one of the women to gasp her arousal into the other's mouth.

Finally Lee pulled back and looked at Roberta. Roberta found herself falling into the almond-shaped eyes. Without words, she seemed to understand what Lee required.

Moving slowly down the lean body, Roberta planted kisses on the exposed skin, occasionally swiping the skin with her tongue.

Working her way down with a quick stop to nibble on the hardened nipples, Roberta soon found herself staring at the raven-dark triangle of soft fur between Lee's legs.

Using her thumbs, she pulled open the hidden treasure, gasping at the sight and the aroma of the older woman's arousal right in front of her.

As Roberta pressed her face into the humid sex, Lee took a shuddering breath, "Ooooh yeeesss..."

Those moans turned to orgasmic screams as Roberta's unskilled mouth brought Lee to the first of several climaxes.

Looking through a small window, a calm pair of cat's eyes observed the two women as they had sex for the next several hours. No one, not even her partner, would guess that the seemingly calm cat-creature was becoming quite agitated by the spectacle.

* * * * *

Later, as they lay in the bed, a sated Roberta looked up from where her head was pillowed on Lee's round breast, and asked, "Why?"

"Because I take what I want. And I wanted you," Lee replied, stroking the soft blond hair with her fingers.

Roberta blushed and nodded. Then, the real reason for her question came to her through the mingled haze of narcotics and sexual euphoria.

"No...why all this?"

"Since you won't remember anything I don't wish you to recall, I will tell you. I have been contracted by certain interests in the Far East to ease trade with the West over certain commodities."

"Wh-who?"

"A coalition of scientists. That is really all I know. That and the fact that their drugs are particularly useful in attaining my desires. Even when those desires are of a more personal nature..."

"I don't underst..."

"It is merely a matter of getting the children of certain influential people to perform acts, on film, that would embarrass their parents if released."

"What kind of acts...?" Roberta persisted in her questions even as her body was succumbing to the need for sleep. Downers had nothing on multiple orgasms.

"Mainly of a homosexual nature. Boys performing oral sex on a multitude of strange men. Girls writhing in sapphic ecstasy. I have resorted to more extreme and deviant acts for my oh-so willing victims if necessary.

"Now Bobbi, sleep. I must see to your roommate. Such a cute girl... In the morning, you will not recall this discussion. Instead you will go to an address you will find in your pants pocket and perform on stage.

"You will not feel strange or guilty or hesitant about performing in front of a small crowd or on film. Now, here is what I want you to do..."

Lee's voice was a pleasant, persistent drone as Roberta fell asleep. In the morning, she would wake up in her bed with no idea how she got there. And Lee's hypnotic commands still in her brain.

* * * * * *

And that was how she found herself mostly naked in an empty strip joint near LAX. Fortunately, the mental training Gary Seven had provided had overcome just about any attempt at hypnotic blocks.

Her thoughts returned to her moments after she woke up. Everything had come back to her and she seriously questioned the wisdom of pursuing this any further. Surely she could tip off the cops and...