"S-31: Special Assignment"
Author: Penny
Series: TOS
Rating: R, I guess. I can't see a threesome
qualifying as less.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek.
Presumably they own Section 31 as well, but who can say for certain?)
REPORT
SECRET
EYES-ONLY
To: Chief/Section 31/SFI
From: Delaney, Theresa M., Lt.
Cmdr./Psy.D.
Delaney, Larraine M., Lt. Cmdr./M.D.
Date: 1509.82
Re: Assignment 17C-Alpha
(JTK)
Synopsis of Assignment: Assess
and rate the fitness of Subject for command of Constitution-class
starship. If Subject is deemed unfit, eliminate in manner designed
to deflect suspicion.
Purpose of Assignment:
Starships on deep space missions are out of contact with Starfleet
Command for extended periods of time. Captains of these vessels
therefore are accorded extraordinary discretion and power.
Because promotions are given for political reasons as often as for
merit, Section 31 conducts an assessment of each candidate for
promotion to assure the loyalty and reliability of the officer. Unsuitable
candidates are to be removed from possible consideration.
Special Note: Subject has reputation
for promiscuity which creates potential risk for blackmail
or undue influence of command, or potential for using command
as opportunity to reveal characteristics of a sexual predator.
Subject: Kirk, James T., Commander
Serial number 937-0176
Report:
1. Contact was made with the subject
per orders, at the Blind Elephant Bar on Wrigley's Pleasure Planet,
2200 hours, stardate 1509.6. Initial contact was without incident
and Subject responded to overtures within predicted norms.
***
Mitch had been absolutely right, Jim thought
as he looked around the bar. The best- looking women on Wrigley's were
in the Blind Elephant Bar. No matter which direction he turned, half a
dozen delicious beauties were in sight, and most of them not yet attached
for the evening.
This was going to be a good leave.
He needed it, too. His body had taken
a beating at the Battle of Gioghe and his ego had been shredded by Carol
Marcus. He thought they had been having a good time together, but it turned
out the woman had only wanted him for his genome; once she had it, she
was through with him. It was enough to make a man swear off sex.
Almost.
He was leaning against the bar, checking
the scenery, when the bartender shoved a glass in his hand. It was icy
cold, it was large, and he didn't have to look at it to know it wasn't
the bourbon and water he had ordered. On inspection, it turned out
to be a frozen concoction, yellow and pink striped, with a huge slice of
orange and an umbrella.
Starfleet commanders weren't caught dead
holding fruity glasses with umbrellas. He started to set it back on the
bar.
"I think that's mine."
Just the sound of her voice from behind
him caused him to freeze. It was sultry, mellow,lilting; it hinted of long
nights and sweaty skin. If the rest of the package matches that voice,
he thought, I might melt.
He turned. He melted.
She was tall, nearly as tall as he, with
hair so black it reflected blue under the lights, a perfect contrast to
perfect alabaster skin. Her eyes were perfectly blue, too, the very same
blue as the winter sky over Iowa on a cloudless day. She wore a white sundress
that fit perfectly; it covered everything yet revealed so much. She was
perfect.
And she came in duplicate. Standing just
behind her was her exact double, except her dress was black.
"Ladies," he said, recovering himself.
"Is that a Sicilian Revenge?" his vision
asked.
He looked at the glass. "I have no idea."
"Well. Let's find out." She raised her
hand, and he thought she was going to take the drink from him. Instead,
when her hand was just centimeters away she stopped and then raised one
crimson-nailed finger. Her eyes never left his as she dipped that finger
into the frozen drink. She kept looking at him as she removed the wet finger
and traced it around her lips, then made an "o" shape with her mouth and
sucked it in.
His reaction was immediate. He only hoped
it wasn't obvious.
"Yes," she said. She wasn't smiling. She
wasn't looking away, either. "That's mine."
The other stepped forward. She held a
simple rocks glass. "This must be yours." Her voice was different, a little
more husky. "What is it?"
God, he hoped he didn't look like a staring
schoolboy. "Bourbon."
"I've never tried that before. Is it any
good?"
Feeling reckless, he said, "Why don't
you try it and see?"
"All right." She ran the tip of her finger
around the rim of the glass. Her nails were painted opalescent white. She
dipped one finger in, then held it up so that it glistened in the light
and regarded it calmly, slowly, as if it were a revelation to her. Then
she licked it, slowly, starting where it met the palm and working upwards.
Jackpot, Jimmy, he thought. It's a twofer.
"Hmm. It's strong. Very ... manly." She
smiled, and he saw that she had a charming dimple. "I'm Lari."
"I'm Teri," said the first.
"Jim," he said. He handed the frozen drink
to Teri, and said to Lari, "If you like that, keep it. I'll get another."
The girls exchanged a quick, sideways
look. "Actually," Teri said, "we were wondering if you would like to come
back to our place. We have one of the cabins on the beach. It's so ...
public ... here."
Jim managed to contain himself to a smile.
"That sounds good. I'm all yours, ladies."
***
2. A thorough physical examination revealed
Subject to be a thirty year old Human male in excellent physical condition,
with remarkable stamina and recuperative powers. Bioscans confirmed Starfleet
Medical records. [Ref: Bioscans, attached].
***
Jim lay back on the pillows, waiting for
his heart to slow down. On his left, Lari lay on her side, panting. On
his right, Teri was sprawled on her back, her eyes closed.
"Don't tell me I tired you girls out,"
he teased. Truth was, he was pretty tired himself.
Teri did not move except to open her eyes.
"That sounds like a challenge."
"Well," he drawled.
Lari grinned. "Oh, Jim. You may be sorry
you said that. Teri simply can't resist a challenge."
***
3. Following conventional rituals to
gain trust and social ease, the Subject received a minimal dose of
Veracitol (25 mg) to facilitate interrogation. Subject was unaware
of administration of the drug.
***
Room service retrieved the cart that had
once held strawberries, chocolate, and champagne and delivered one with
three omelets, a bottle of brandy and a pot of coffee at 0300. For the
kind of exercise they were getting, Jim decided they needed more substantial
fuel.
The twins were every man's fantasy come
to life. Beautiful, built and ... he ran out of "b" words. Adventurous.
Generous. Curious. Agile. Enthusiastic. If he died before morning - and
there seemed to be a real possibility that exhaustion might do him in -
he would die a contented man.
He lay on the bed, hands behind his head,
watching the girls as they moved about the room. Lari disappeared into
the bathroom while Teri slipped into a white robe of some silky material
to fetch the cart. He knew it was Teri even without looking at her hands
because of the smattering of freckles across her chest. It was the only
difference he had found between the two.
And he had examined them thoroughly, he
thought smugly. He couldn't wait to tell Mitch about this. Not that he
would share the details; he felt it would be disrespectful to his partners
to be explicit. But he sure as hell could give Mitch enough to make him
sorry he'd stayed on Earth.
Teri wheeled the cart in and looked at
him. She still wasn't smiling; he didn't think he'd seen her smile all
night. And yet, her eyes were so expressive that he had already learned
when she was upset, when she was needy, and when she was laughing on the
inside. At the moment, she was upset.
"What's wrong?" He sat up, then jumped
out of bed and went to her, one hand on her shoulder. "Teri?"
She looked at him in surprise. "Why do
you think something's wrong?"
"Those eyes." He tilted her chin so that
she was looking directly at them. "They're not winter blue any more. They're...
dimmer. Something is wrong."
Teri glanced at the bathroom, then whispered,
"I don't want to hurt you, Jim."
He didn't think he had heard her correctly.
"What? No, really, what's wrong? Are you unhappy with this arrangement?"
Lari emerged from the bathroom before
Teri could answer. "Oh, she's just jealous. I got the best of it." Her
smile undercut her words, and Jim knew she was trying to cover something
for her sister.
"I don't think so," he said slowly, "but
whatever it is, it will be better after we eat."
The twins looked at one another, and for
just a moment he had the oddest feeling that some kind of message had passed
between them. Then Lari slid past Teri and caught him in an embrace. She
had put on a robe, too, but as she leaned into him it was little more than
a feeling of slickness between them. It was hard to think with that wonderful
body pressed so tightly to his.
She opened her mouth against his in a
hungry, seeking kiss that he responded to immediately. She tasted of cinnamon,
he thought idly, cinnamon and clove. Like his mother's pumpkin pie. He
wondered what kind of toothpaste she had used.
Her hands wound behind his head and pulled
him closer, deepening the kiss. She rocked against him, her pelvis grinding
against his, and for just a moment he wondered why he wasn't reacting to
it. Then his brain seemed to be rocking, too, and he stopped worrying about
other body parts.
He felt good.
He felt really, really good. Kind of floaty.
He let Lari go and grinned at her. "Wow."
She smiled at him. God, she had the sweetest
smile. "You have the sweetest smile."
"Thank you. How do you feel, Jim?"
He thought about it for almost five seconds.
"I feel good. I feel damn good."
Lari's easy demeanor disappeared. It was
almost as if it had been a dress she had been wearing; she took it off
and put on another one, one that was all business. She turned to Teri.
"Get the kit."
As Teri disappeared from his view, Lari
gently maneuvered him into a chair. "We're going to play some games now,
Jim. You'll like them, I promise."
"Okay." He felt wonderful. She could have
suggested rolling in broken glass and he would have agreed, because everything
was so wonderful.
Teri came back into sight and handed a
briefcase to Lar, who gave her sister a single curt nod, and Teri moved
to stand behind Jim. She used both hands to cover his eyes and bent down
to whisper in his ear. "Okay, lover. Here's the first game. You have to
guess what Lari is doing."
He sat still, tried to figure it out.
He felt the faintest swish of air against his skin and realized that something
was being moved up and down in front of him, not touching him but close
enough to disturb the air. "Ahh ... it's almost like she's scanning me."
"Very good," Teri removed her hands. "We
want to be certain you're up for the rest of the night."
"I'm up for it." He chuckled. "What next?"
"We're going to look at some pictures
next, and then I'm going to ask you some questions." Lari reached into
the briefcase. "Keep up steady tactile stimulation, Ter. It will confuse
the memory function."
At once, Teri's hands began caressing
his neck and shoulders, sweeping down his chest.
"I like that," he said.
"Good," Lari said. "Now, I want you to
concentrate on this picture, Jim. Tell me what you see."
***
4. Administration of the Neo-Rorschach
Assessment Tool and the Chen-Corey Personality Index demonstrate
that Subject fully understands and supports the laws and ideals of
the Federation. It is unlikely that Subject's loyalty can be
subverted through promises of personal gain or material wealth. [Ref:
Chen-Cory Personality Index results, grid II-B, attached]
4A. Subject is capable of extreme personal
loyalty to individuals. [Ref: CCPI results, grid II-C, attached]
4B. Subject demonstrates high level
of personal accountability for his actions. If Subject strays from
norms during extended periods of communications blackouts or delays,
Subject will acknowledge and defend such actions and accept the consequences
thereof. [Ref: CCPI, grid III-A, attached]
***
It was dawn when Jim woke again. He was
back in the center of the bed, with a twin sprawled on either side, but
he could not immediately tell which was which.
Then the twin on his right opened her
eyes and looked at him without smiling. Teri. He started to speak, but
she put a finger across his lips. With the utmost care, she slid off the
side of the bed and extended a hand to him.
He glanced at Lari; she seemed to be sleeping
soundly and was not in direct contact with him. Just as carefully, he left
the bed and took Teri's hand.
She led him to the small enclosed patio
just outside the bedroom. They could see the sun rising in pink-gold glory
above the ocean, and for a few moments they simply stood in silence, arms
around each others' waist, enjoying the view.
Then she caught him totally by surprise
and managed to push him down onto a chaise. Straddling him, she bent to
kiss him.
"Hey," he said when she finally lifted
her head. "What about-?"
"Be very, very quiet," she said, and for
the first time since they had met, she smiled. "She's a sound sleeper,
especially when she's tired. I want this for myself. Something to remember."
He brushed back the jet hair from the
exquisite face. "Okay."
***
5. Subject's libido measures at the
high end of normal scale, creating risk of subversion through sexual liaison
or blackmail. [Ref: CCPI, grid IV-D, attached]. However, Subject's
profile suggests resistance to extortion and coercion in all forms
and in the opinion of the assessors Subject would succumb to blackmail
only for the sake of a greater good.
5A. It is the opinion of the assessors
that the Subject possesses a refreshingly healthy appreciation of
women as individuals, professionals and friends as well as potential
sexual partners. Given the increasing number of women serving on
starships, this personality trait will be conducive to an efficient
and productive working environment.
***
Teri was asleep on the chaise when Jim
went back into the room. Lari was up, her robe wrapped around her, eating
the cold remains of a lonely omelet. "Is she asleep?"
Uncertain of her reaction to this turn
of events, he only nodded.
"Good. She has trouble sleeping, you know.
Sit down, have some cold coffee."
He sat in the chair across from her and
frowned. He had the feeling he'd been there before. It was hazy...something
about playing games. "That's odd. Déjà vu, I guess."
Lari nodded. "Know what you mean. You
know, Jim, you're going to be a heluva starship captain."
"Captain?" He almost choked on his coffee.
"I'm just a Commander. I won't make Captain for a few years yet." Then
he looked at her. "I don't remember telling you I'm in Starfleet."
"Oh, it just came up."
"Turn about is fair play. What do you
do, when you aren't on vacation?"
Lari smiled at him, the quintessential
Lari smile. "I could tell you, Jim, but then I'd have to kill you."
He knew how to take a hint. Most people
who came to Wrigley's wanted at least some anonymity, and such requests
were always honored; that's what made the planet a safe haven for pleasure-seekers.
"All right. Any interest in a walk on the beach?"
***
In the event re-assessment of this
Subject is required in the future, the assessors hereby volunteer their
services.