The Lieutenant Pt. 02

"Ensign Ricky?" asked Scrat.

"Yes," replied Dodge. "I've heard that he's hung like a Denobulan Cattlebeast. The Ambassador will like that. Dismissed!"

Six: Starbase 12; Tilley meets the Orions and recognizes Traask.

Traask and Jemar piloted the recently seized and re-badged Orion trader to Starbase 12. The Orion ship was surprisingly fast, making Warp 5 most of the way. Afraid that a translator would be detected, Traask used his vast knowledge of languages to request docking in perfect Orion. Once the ship was secure, the two Romulan spies made their way to the main concourse of the station. Jemar lead Trask to a bench and had him sit.

"Wait here, try to look a little sulky. Real Orion men sulk a lot. And no sex! I'm going to arrange our quarters."

She turned and danced away like a real Orion woman.

***

Tilley beamed on to the station to scout the path to the Klingon Ambassador's quarters. The transporter pad was just a few meters from where Traask sat, sulking.

Despite the surgical disguise, they had not altered Traask's basic facial features. Tilley recognized him immediately. She pulled out her communicator.

"Tilley to Watt. Come in," she whispered into her communicator.

"Watt here," replied the Chief Engineer. "Are you already there?"

"No. I just saw that fake Vulcan again, except he's an Orion now. I can't let him see me but scan the bench two meters to my left. Oh, I'm facing the central hub," she waited. "Jane? Did you get that?"

"Yes," she answered. "Definitely scans as a Romulan. Beaming you back. We'll send Ensign Ricky in your place. Watt out."

Tilley shimmered and was gone. Ensign Ricky appeared a moment later. He walked up to Traask.

"Say, friend Orion," he began. "Do you know where this is?" He handed Traask a scrap of paper.

"Sorry, friend Human. I just got here myself," Traask answered handing the paper back. "You might try the directory over there," he said, pointing.

"Much obliged. Live long and prosper."

Ricky found the Ambassador's quarters quickly and requested a beam out. On the Hood, he handed the scrap of paper to Tilley.

"What's this for Lieutenant?"

"Fingerprints. An ancient method of identifying people, but essentially fool proof. I want to know who he really is. Dismissed Ricky."

***

Jemar returned to find Traask right where she'd left him, staring intently at a group of female Andorians across the central hub.

"Very good, Traask. You can follow instructions after all. I have our rooms. Now we need to establish our back story."

"Back story? How do we do that?"

"I'm going to pimp you out to some female. Ah, over there: the Tellurite," Jemar said pointing to a curvy tusked female across the concourse. "She's a freighter Captain or I'm a Vulcan Peace monger." She grabbed Traask by the hand and dragged him to the Tellurite.

As they reached the Tellurite, they could see that she was heavily armed with a Klingon Disrupter and a large knife.

"Excuse me Captain?" said Jemar. "I am Obelion. This is Meln. You look like you have been in space for a long time. Would the Captain like some company for the evening?"

"How do you know I am a Captain?" the Tellurite asked.

"Why, you have the bearing of a Captain. Are you not?"

"I am Captain Y'mbali of the Federation freighter Genoa Maru. And, yes, I have been in space for a while. A little company would be appreciated. Will you both join me aboard?"

"Well," Jemar / Obelion began "I assumed that you would, um that is, that you are-"

Traask interrupted, "Did you forget Obelion that the Tellurites have the highest incidence of bisexuality in the quadrant? I am Meln. We would be pleased to please Captain Y'mbali. Where is your ship?"

"I have business to attend to on the station. I am docked at loading bay 117. Meet me there in four hours."

Y'mbali turned and left, her round ass moving fluidly as she strode away.

"Did you hear the name of that ship? The Genoa Maru? Could it be a sister ship to the Kobayashi Maru?" Traask was excited by the prospect.

"Let's get back to the ship so we can report to The Colonel," said Jemar.

"No," said Traask. "It's too risky. We can pass it to a contact here, who will pass it through multiple contacts until it gets to Romulus. It will take some time, but it is much safer."

"Great! It will say 'Purple Klingon Disruptor Holster' by the time it arrives," Jemar spat.

"Don't worry. It will get through. Be patient, my Mistress," Traask added, using the traditional Orion honorific to show deference to his female keeper.

"Let's get to our quarters. I need to freshen up a bit." She snapped a lead to Traask's collar and led him across the concourse.

Seven: Watt and Tilley

Tilley stood in her quarters in a bra and panties, throwing clothes around the room. She picked up a blue Science uniform, then remembered that it fit her like a potato sack. She tossed it to her left. She picked up a Red Engineering uniform and remembered that it was too small right out of the replicator.

The chime on her door announced a visitor.

"Who is it?" she asked, annoyed.

"It's Jane Watt," came the answer.

"Come in, Commander," she answered. "Excuse the mess."

Watt entered to find Tilley stuffing uniforms into the recycler.

"What's the trouble dear?" Watt asked.

Tilley stared at her Commanding Officer. "I can't find anything 'dressy' to wear to see the Klingon Ambassador. I know they are sticklers for protocol. I just don't want to offend him."

"Her," corrected Watt. "The Ambassador is a female Klingon."

"Well everything I had is too big, too small or too plain. You look great Commander. The kilt is a nice touch. And that knife in your sock will impress the Klingons. Have you got a spare kilt?"

"Slow down Sylvia. I don't have a spare kilt. The knife is called a Sgain Dubh. It can't be drawn unless it tastes blood before it is sheathed. That should impress the Klingons."

Watt leaned against a bulkhead. "Now, let's get you into something dressy then. COMPUTER."

"Working," came the reply.

"Scan Lieutenant Tilley's body," Watt said.

A ring of light circled Tilley from top to bottom. "Complete," said the computer.

"Now, create a formal uniform for the Lieutenant."

"Specify," said the computer.

"Red mini dress, black knee boots, black hose. Oh, and a decent bra and panties, something that's easy to get out of."

"Working." The replicator simmered and the clothing appeared.

Tilley ran her hand over the red fabric, thinking wistfully of how she might look in the mini dress. She felt Watt's hands on her shoulders.

"You need to get this frumpy bra off first Sylvia. Let me help," Watt pulled the shoulder straps down, rubbing Tilley's shoulders.

Tilley moaned softly under Watt's touch.

"Mmm. You like that, don't you?" Watt whispered in Tilley's ear. "Well, now then, we had best get this the rest of the way off," said Watt, deftly unfastening the back of the bra. She slid her hands around Tilley's body, and caught Tilley's tits, cupping them in her strong hands. She let the bra fall away and squeezed Tilley's large firm breasts. As Watt's fingers tweaked her nipples Tilley moaned, louder and more forcefully.

"Jane, this is so-," she began.

"So absolutely right? Yes, it is. Just relax and enjoy," Watt interrupted.

Watt let go of Tilley's boobs and removed her own sash and tunic, baring her own, smaller, braless breasts. She spun Tilley around, and brought her into a tight embrace, boobs and bellies pressed together. They both began to writhe. Watt grabbed a big double handful of Tilley's ass underneath her panties. Tilley kissed Watt's neck, and whispered in her ear:

"I need your tongue in my pussy. Please, Jane. Please eat me!"

Watt fell to her knees, pulling Tilley's panties down as she went. Tilley stepped out of them as Watt pushed her back towards the bed. Tilley sat on the edge of the bed as Watt enthusiastically dove to her pussy. Tilley put a leg over each of Watt's shoulders as Watt spread Tilley's pussy wide. Watt traced the outline of Tilley's full meaty lower lips orbiting and pausing briefly at her clitoris each time around. And each time Watt paused at Tilley's button, she would moan just a little louder than the last time.

Tilley pushed Watt's head hard into her clitoris at the top of an orbit and said, "Just stay a while. I can't take that teasing anymore. Play with my clitoris." She whispered. Then, a little louder, "'Clitoris'. Oh, how I love that word. Do you think a Klingon female might have two? I mean, I don't even know if the men really have two cocks. I saw two streams of urine coming from a male...aieee! Oh fuck! That is so good." She screamed as Watt added two fingers to Tilley's pussy, as well as her own.

Tilley was already drenched. Watt slipped her tongue into Tilley's pussy, and drank her hot essence in. Tilley played with her nipples, then slapped her breasts, once, twice. She moaned.

"So, you like a bit is slap and tickle? What's your safe word, Lass?"

"Disco," Tilley said.

"Disco," Watt repeated. "Turn over Lassie. Put your hands behind your back and hold them so you can't escape your grip."

Tilley moved quickly. Watt spoke softly.

"What a terrific arse you have Lass. But you've been a wee bit naughty, haven't you?"

"Yes ma'am. I fucked that Romulan spy. And I played with my pussy thinking about all the people I wanted to fuck. I want to fuck lots of people. Like that big Klingon. Do you think they really have two dicks? Did I ask that already? Do you want-?"

SMACK! Tilley was interrupted by a swift swat on her round ass.

"Hush child, hush. Don't babble so. Now, are you going to be good?"

SMACK

"Oh, yes ma'am. Please? Will you-?"

SMACK!

"Now, Lassie, why don't you just let go of your wrists, reach back, and pull that lovely arse open for me?"

Tilley did as she was told, running her hands over her slightly warmed cheeks as she pried open her ass.

"Lovely Lass. Now, relax, I need a taste."

"But you already- Oh! Yess!" Tilley hissed as Watt's tongue touched her rosebud, circling the sensitive flesh. Watt circled Tilley's tight ring, pressing, licking, lapping while Tilley moaned softly.

"Computer?" Watt said, breathlessly.

"Working."

"Replicate a glass butt plug, medium size, teal green, with a bit of lubricant," she said.

The replicator pad simmered and the plug appeared.

"Now, that's going to look splendid in your arse, dear." Watt said, pressing the tip against Tilley's back passage. She applied pressure gradually, until the plug slipped in. Tilley gasped.

"There, that's very sexy Lass. Now, you can do me," said Watt. "Computer?"

"Working."

"Repeat last command."

"Working,"

Another butt plug appeared on the replicator pad.

"Now Lassie, why don't you just give me a damn good tongue lashing then?" Watt said firmly, standing.

Tilley stood behind Watt, and whispered in her ear. "Let's get those panties off Commander," she said.

"Lass, this is a kilt. If I wore panties it would be a skirt," Watt said, removing the kilt. She turned to face Tilley. She kissed Tilley hard, their tongues exploring, seeking. Tilley held Watt's head in two hands.

As they broke the kiss, Tilley started to kiss her way down Watt's body. She lingered on Watt's neck, then her breasts. She teased the nipples, licking, sucking and nibbling. She kissed Watt's tattoos. When she finally reached Watt's sparsely furred pussy, she was on her knees. As she grabbed Watt's ass, she looked up and asked, "Who's 'Scotty? Is that another ship? I love the tattoos. That's a great way to commemorate your service. Is there a Tattoo artist on the station? I should get 'Disco' on one boob, and 'Hood' on the other. Does that say Sc-?"

Watt pushed Tilley's head down and into her minge. "Shush. Eat my cunt, now!"

Tilley enthusiastically responded. Not that she had any choice. Watt held her hard against her pussy and rotated her hips back and forth to engage Tilley's talented tongue. Tilley snaked a hand down and massaged her own wet pussy.

As Tilley lapped Watt's pussy from bottom to top, she slipped a hand between Watt's cheeks and sought her back hole.

"Here, Lass. Let me help." Watt extracted herself from Tilley's embrace and bent over on the edge of the bed. She reached back and spread her firm ass cheeks wide, and purred,

"Do it. Fill my ass!"

Tilley took the slick toy and deftly slipped it into Watt's ass.

"Now, lay down on the floor beside the bed."

Tilley did as she was told. Watt steadied herself on the bed as she squatted over Tilley's face. As she lowered herself, her pussy opened. Tilley reached for Watt's wet slit with her tongue. Finally, she was able to lap Watt's juices once more. Watt ground her hips, pushing her pussy into Tilley's waiting mouth.

"Ah yes. Fuck me with your tongue!" said Watt. She moaned under Tilley's attention. Tilley drove her tongue into Watt's waiting slit. Watt pinched a nipple with her free hand. Tilley supported one of Watt's firm thighs and reached the other hand down to play with her own pussy.

"Oh God, Tilley. Fuck me! Take me, Lass. Oh yes! That's the way!" Watt said, hoarsely. "Finish me Tilley! Ah, yes!" Watt pressed her minge into Tilley's mouth. Her essence flowed and Tilley swallowed it greedily.

Watt rolled off Tilley and stood in one fluid motion.

"We'd best get ready. The Captain expects us in the Transporter Room shortly."

Tilley stood, and picked up her uniform as Watt adjusted her kilt.

"Hurry Lass! Move your pretty ass!"

Eight: A Message from Romulus

Jemar emerged from the sonic shower to see Traask waiting, staring, practically drooling.

"What are you staring at? Don't even think about it you Regulan Blood Worm! You'll never fuck me."

"As sad as that is, that's not why I'm here. We have a Message from Romulus. You'll want to hear this," said Traask, handing her a robe.

Jemar put it on and joined Traask in the small sitting room. Traask activated a view screen as she entered. The image of the Colonel in his office at Tal Shiar headquarters appeared.

"Traask, Jemar, first congratulations. We took the information you provided, dug a little deeper and concluded that the warship Kobayashi Maru may be disguised as a freighter. 'Maru' is a common freighter name in the Federation. You are to inspect the Genoa Maru and determine if she is also in reality a warship.

"We also uncovered a disloyal member of the Tal Shiar. An operative reported that the ship didn't exist, but rather was some training exercise. We found no evidence supporting this, so we 'interrogated him aggressively'. He never admitted guilt, but also did not survive the questioning.

"Continue your good work, report when you know something. Oh, and we tracked a Klingon ship to the Starbase. There may be additional trouble. Good luck. End transmission."

The screen went black.

"We still have three hours until we board the Genoa Maru. I suggest we go to the concourse and see what we can find," said Traask after a moment.

"Agreed. Let me get dressed first," replied Jemar.

"We might get more attention if you were naked," began Traask.

"Shut up, Traask," she replied.

Nine: Diplomacy in Action

Ensign Ricky's real name was Victor Enrique, but he'd been tagged with "Ricky" at the Academy, and it stuck. He arrived at the Transporter Room to find Captain Dodge, Dr. Jarrett, Commander Watt, Commander Scrat, and Lieutenant Tilley talking quietly away from the transporter pad. They looked up when Ricky entered. Watt's eyes strayed to his crotch, looking for confirmation of the rumor.

"Ah, Ensign Enrique. I'm glad you could join us," said the Captain.

"Everyone calls me Ricky, sir. May I thank you for this honor? I am-"

"Yes. I know. Good to see you here. The Doc has a shot for you. Immunization against Klingon infections."

Ricky was injected. The Captain gestured to the transporter pad.

"Five to beam down, Mr. Chang," he said to the Transporter Chief. "Energize."

They simmered in the Transporter beam and were gone.

The party materialized on the Station a short walk from the Ambassador's quarters.

Tilley began to nervously chatter to Ricky. "The last Klingon I met was a real asshole. I mean, he wanted to have sex with me and wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. He was huge too. Mr. Mudd saved me. Hard to believe a known criminal would be looking out for a Starfleet Officer. But he was and he did. That Klingon's shipmates were so angry at him, I tell you. They used pain sticks on him! Can you believe it? He was unconscious when they beamed him to their ship. At least I hope he was. You don't think they killed him, do you?"

Mercifully they arrived at the Ambassador's quarters before Ricky was forced to answer. Two imposing Klingon Warriors armed with bhat'leths guarded the door.

"Captain William R. Dodge of the Starship Hood, representing the United Federation of Planets, and my party, to see the Ambassador."

The guards lowered their weapons.

"Welcome Captain," said the larger Klingon. "You are a worthy representative. I served the Empire at the Battle of Altair 4. You fought with honor. Good luck, Captain." The Klingon opened the door and inexplicably saluted Dodge. The other guard averted his eyes and shook his head.

As they passed through the door, the larger Klingon patted his companion on the shoulder.

"There, there Grell. He might survive the joining. Well, not likely, but maybe," he said.

***

The Ambassador emerged from the gloom at the far end of her chambers. She was stunning. Easily two meters tall, broad shouldered and muscular, yet still feminine. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face. Her dusky skin tones were a contrast to her hair. Her clothes showed a huge expanse of cleavage between her very large breasts. Her skirt reached the floor and was slit to her hip on each side. Her boots reached the knee, leaving her muscular thighs on display.

She smiled, revealing uneven Klingon teeth and spoke, "Welcome Captain. Shall we conclude the business portion first, then share a meal before the joining?" she asked, gesturing to a desk and the banquet table beyond.

"We received the Saurian Brandy and Scottish Whisky, and of course your gift of Bloodwine. I was attached to the Klingon Embassy on Earth for two years, so I have had Terran delicacies prepared. Pizza, egg rolls, tacos, French fries. And Gaak for my guards," she said. "This way."

"Your Excellency, this is my Science Officer, Mr. Scrat, my Chief Engineer Commander Watt, my Junior Engineer and Assistant Science Officer Lt. Tilley, and Ensign Enrique from, um, uh," the Captain fumbled.

"Security, sir," said Ensign Ricky.

"Yes, security," the Captain said.

Dodge and the Ambassador signed the document and transported a copy to their ships. The guards appeared and lead the party to the table.

"Join me," said the Ambassador. "Grell, open the Bloodwine! Everyone be seated."

The group ate cautiously until the wine took hold. The wine gave way to the Saurian Brandy and finally to the Whisky. Slightly tipsy, the conversation opened up. The Ambassador spoke.

"Lt. Tilley. You have the most stunning orange hair."

"Thank you, your Excellency," Tilley replied.

"My brother told me he was bested by a human female with orange hair and large tits on the Orion Trading post. The Hood was just there, right?"

"Um, that is, uh, I -," Tilley stuttered.

"Don't worry Lieutenant. My brother is a horny oaf. But I am impressed that you would put him out of commission so easily. I want you in the Joining," L'Brean said.

Dodge was preparing to make a Captain's speech about free will, when Tilley said, "I would be honored, your Excellency."