BEST DS9 MISC FEMALE-FEMALE STORY ~~ BEST VOY MISC FEMALE-FEMALE STORY
Title: OF DANTE AND DABO GIRLS
Author: Boadicea
Contact: Boadicea12@aol.com
Series: VOY
Rating: R
Codes: J/Leeta, Mark
Summary: Several years before Voyager is lost, Janeway and her fiancé visit Deep Space Nine.
Date Posted: 2001 February 14
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"And they walked out beneath the beautiful stars."
Dante, The Inferno, Canto 34
The first time I saw her she was in uniform. The second time she wasn't.
Her ship had come in. I like to watch the people coming off the ships, reunions with friends and family. She was met by this guy I'd seen in the bar the night before.
The second time I saw her was in their room.
It wasn't something I did regularly. Well, not that regularly, not like every night or anything. I mean, I had a job. But I had some time and money was nice, and I like to help people, you know?
She was mid-thirties; I was twenty-five. But god, she seemed innocent, somehow. Her skin was pale and she had some freckles and she was wearing black but she didn't look like she should have been.
He'd said he wanted to watch the two of us together. Which was fine; I like women fine, though they usually don't want to pay for this kind of thing. At least not from me. But he was paying, I guess, and there she was, looking a bit prim and embarrassed.
She didn't say anything, really, and I thought that maybe she didn't want to do this at all, but then I figured she could have said no. I undressed her slow, which was kind of hard cause she was just wearing the black dress and white underpants. But she had this long hair which I took down, real pretty. She gave a tiny shudder when I touched her
skin the first time. After that she only moved when he told her to.
I was wearing the red boots that I look pretty good in, but every time I glanced at him, he was looking at her. Didn't seem to mind that she was lying there like the whole thing was kind of a surprise.
She was turned on, though I couldn't tell how much of the credit was mine. She was watching him, too. And then really soon she was crying out--kind of whimpering gasping but elegant--and I was surprised for a moment until I figured she was faking it. Guessed she'd had enough of that.
I wasn't really sorry when he said I could go. It was a flat price. Though I wouldn't have minded staying, either. Trying to make myself useful.
Next time I saw her was three days later. She came into the bar. She was wearing black pants and a white shirt and her hair was tied back with a red ribbon.
"Are you free tonight?" she asked.
I wasn't, but it was nothing I couldn't rearrange. I nodded.
"Same rate as last time? Or would it be more in your rooms?"
"No," I said, "that's fine."
I'd heard her boyfriend had left for Earth on the civilian transport. I thought someone had got it wrong, then, but she arrived alone. Pulled the ribbon out of her own hair. Unbuttoned the white shirt to expose dark erect nipples. Told me what to take off. Asked what I wanted. Told me what to do. Moved her body against, and in, and around mine until we both made enough inelegant noise that I could see why she'd picked my place. Instead where she was next to her crew.
I was still lying crossways on the bed when she started to dress. I wasn't quite sure what to say.
"Hey," I said, softly, still surprised. "You were good at that."
"I'm good at everything," she said. Then she smiled, kind of crooked. "Or at least I try to be." And then she left.
THE END
