Answers

Title: Answers
Author: LooneyLuna
Rating:NC-17
Category:Romance/Angst
Code: A/S, others

Author's Notes: I am not a Star Trek purest. I have absolutely no idea where the Orions fall in the Star Trek timeline, but for my enjoyment they exist during Enterprise’s timeline. This is slight AU as in the only character that has strayed from the established path is Hoshi Sato. Her path affects the paths of the others as well, but only in minor ways. The song was borrowed from “Meet Me in the Red Room” off of the Moulin Rouge 2 soundtrack. Feedback is most welcome! It helps boost my confidence.

I don't own this. I make no money. Duh!

Thanks to Kathy Rose for beta reading!

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Orion Twelve waazinazingly deceptive. On the surface, it was completely devoid of life. One would wonder why it was top on the list of interspecies traders and government agendas. The answer to that riddle seethed beneath the surface of the hollow planet -- the mazes, caverns and hovels throbbing with life. The commerce of Orion Twelve was essential to all its natives. Without the trade, they would wield no power. This was the place to come if you wanted anything – goods, ships, slaves, but most of all -- secrets.

Orions were quite proud of their heritage and the ability to offer anything to anyone.

Humanity was not well known in this sector, as its reach did not extend this far – yet. Most contact with humans consisted of deep space cargo haulers, who, always looking out for the interests of their pockets, had started to include more and more stops at Orion Twelve. The best and the worst of mankind had made it to Orion to commingle in the interspecies community, bringing with them outdated notions such as slavery, a concept readily embraced and supported by the Orions.

The rhythm of the music reverberated through the smoke-filled hall and into the dressing room of Lt. Hoshi Sato. She wasn’t known at Lieutenant Sato here. Here, she was known as Hoshi. She was "sold" into slavery two years ago through the auspices of the Horizon. Like all other slaves she had to work for her status, but it hadn't taken her long to reach her current position.

As rare as humans were in this sector, the company of one was highly sought. This allowed her to have contact with important members of several species – heads of state, military personnel, and citizens of affluence. Her position was key to collecting intelligence for Starfleet Command.

Hoshi sighed at herself in the mirror, adjusting her over-exaggerated pigtails. Everything about her was over-exaggerated – her make-up, which highlighted her high cheekbones and eyes, and her long dark raven hair, arranged much like a typical Japanese schoolgirl. Her outfit was cut to fit her feminine dimensions. The skirt was short, almost non-existent. Her blouse left little to the imagination for it was virtually see-through. She bent down to put her loafers on and grinned at the new "character" she had created. Hopefully, her performance would bring high bids, pleasing her "master," but more importantly, reel in a high-ranking official with some viable intelligence.

“Hoshi, you’re on in five,” Melik, the MC, yelled across the cavern. He was a Maulian, a cross between a bipedal pig and a cat.

Rolling her eyes, Hoshi remembered fucking him -- or at least trying to. Not all species are anatomically compatible, so she wound up giving him the equivalent of a blowjob in order to gain her current position. Hopefully, she would bag a client who knew how to pleasure a human female. Putting the finishing touches onto her makeup, she took her place.

“Attention! Attention!" Melik shouted over the crowd. "One of our most popular and rare attractions is available for your viewing pleasure… a human female. What is a human female, you ask? Humans hail from a planet in Galaxy 1338. The highest bidder will win copulation privileges. All sexes and all races are welcome. There is more information regarding her anatomy in the brochure.

"Now, may I present Hoshi with her schoolgirl charms!” Melik finished his presentation to a roar of applause. He was no fool, knowing the exotic and rare would draw a phenomenal price.

As the music started, Hoshi burst onto the stage and let the rhythm of the music flow over her. There were five poles on the stage and she went to the one in the center to scope out the room and show off her assets.

The lyrics washed over her, but encouraged frenzy in the crowd.

Obviously, everybody’s universal translators were working. “I'll meet you in the red room, close the door and dim the lights. I will be yours truly if indeed the price is right. So throw your sword, be my king let your passions rise and sing. Just show me the diamonds and I'll let you wear my ring.”

Hoshi took hold of the pool and wrapped her shapely leg around it, letting it rub against the apex of her thighs. As the singer in the song moaned, she pursed her lips.

”So just lay down beside you, let us consummate, I know you’re bursting, let me help you deflate. If you want to plug in for a high-voltage connection, show me cold, hard cash and I will turn on my affection.”

Hoshi went through the movements targeting a Klingon official who was sitting in the front row. Starfleet had had a few altercations with the Klingons and they were number one on the list for intelligence gathering.

Bouncing her way to the pole nearest the general, Hoshi mouthed the words. “I'll let you just a little...So don't hesitate, I won't kiss and tell. No need to worry 'cause I'm, I'm a professional. The show can start as soon as I see money on the table. I've an empty space to fill. I'm willing, if you're able.” Turning her back to him, she wiggled her backside suggestively.

What she did know about Klingons could be written on her hand. They were a warrior race, aggressive and intolerant. That made them a threat to Starfleet. She could see the general placing bids on her, so she kept making suggestive overtures at him, or at least what she hoped was suggestive by Klingon standards.

Her performance ended and she ran backstage to see if the good general had pulled through. He looked like an excellent source of intelligence and she would hate to squander the opportunity to gather it by having to fuck somebody else tonight.

The bidding board showed General Nahms had paid a great deal of money to bed her.

“Yes!” Hoshi exclaimed, smacking her hands together and turning to one of the hostesses. “See that General Nahms is brought to my den as soon as possible. I don’t want to keep him waiting.”

--

Hoshi stirred, carefully removing herself from the arms of the sleeping Klingon. She stretched her sore muscles.

Klingons were indeed sexually compatible with humans. General Nahms was two meters tall and the rest of his body was proportional to his mass. It had been rough sex, which she had expected from a warrior race. Rough sex was nothing new to her.

Digging through the general’s belongings, her heart beat wildly. She was careful not to disturb or activate his communicator. Jackpot – the equivalent of a Starfleet PADD. She found the data port and started downloading. The information included specs on their battle cruisers and scout ships. Apparently the dear general held a committee seat in the Klingon Senate.

Hoshi crawled back into bed once the download was complete She was so buzzed about the data she collected she was turned on, so she bit the general on his forearm and inhaled deeply.

Nahms stirred immediately and pinned her down, forcing his engorged shaft into Hoshi’s tight wetness. He growled and grunted as he rutted on her, not caring about the pleasure of his partner. Why should he? She was just a human whore, after all.

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"Two days ago, a Klingon hauler intercepted a long-range cargo vessel bound from Orion Twelve to Embles Maxium in the Denobula system. There were no survivors. They intercepted some sensitive data retrieved by one of our operatives. Suffice it to say, her cover is blown and we need to get her out of there, ASAP. I am transmitting the coordinates and specifications about the agent now. Jon, the Klingons are threatening war over this.” Admiral Forrest ended the transmission tersely, worry clearly showing on his face.

Captain Jonathan Archer forwarded the coordinates to the helm. “Ensign Mayweather, lay in a course for these coordinates -- warp four.”

Perusing the information, Jon froze as the picture of the operative flashed before him. The memories came flooding back.

--

Four years earlier --

He couldn’t believe it – a tutor! Jon walked through the halls of Starfleet Academy looking for the right room. Language just wasn’t his thing. The bright-assed brass idiot who came up with the bilingual requirement should be shot.

He had taken Vulcan when he was a cadet, but had forgotten most of it. Now he needed a refresher so he could pass the captain's exWalkWalking into the room, he saw her.

She had long, raven hair, which framed her heart-shaped face. He watched her fingers twisting and twirling strands of hair as she read a PADD. Great! Further humiliation -- an ensign!

“Sir!” Hoshi stood at attention.

“At ease, Ensign,” Jon said as he entered the room. “Shall we get started?” The sooner this is over with the sooner I can stop thinking about how I would like to wrap you around me and bury myself inside you.

Another session had to be arranged as Jon’s mind wandered on other things, other than the Vulcan language.

Get a grip, Jon, fraternization rules are in place for a reason, he thought to himself as she patiently tutored him.

They met daily for the next two weeks, Jon making painfully slow progress.

Hoshi started giggling furiously at Jon’s pronunciation of a Vulcan phrase.

“What’s so funny? Did I mispronounce it?” He had been trying to ask, "Shall we dine?" in Vulcan. Obviously, he had said something else entirely.

Tears streaming down her face, she hiccupped, “You asked me if I wanted to copulate with you?”

Jon started to laugh too, his embarrassment soon forgotten. “Do you?” He wanted to ask, but didn't.

--

That night, Jon went to a bar to blow off some steam. He watched as cadets mingled with one another and he suddenly felt out of place.

“Would you like to copulate with me?” A sultry voice behind him asked.

Instantly aroused at the sound of her voice, he turned around, deciding treat her request like a joke.

“You are never going to let me live that down, huh, Ensign?” He emphasized her rank more for his benefit then hers, and was surprised when she leaned forward and kissed him.

Thinking she may be inebriated, he pulled away. He hadn’t tasted any alcohol on her breath and looked into her eyes, seeing dark, deep almond pools of desire.

“Hoshi – I...” The kiss silenced him, her running her tongue along his lips, asking for permission.

The battle for reason was soon lost as his arms circled around her, crushing her small frame to his larger one. For tonight they would be man and woman, not captain and ensign. Quickly paying his tab, Jon led her out of the bar and to his quarters.

They came together like two ravenous people, stripping one another quickly and saying nothing.

Jon was nipping and sucking his way across her shoulder blade, up the column of her long neck, his fingers searching her feminine entrance. They both groaned as his fingers found her wet and ready.

He was taken by surprise when Hoshi stepped back from him, then shoved him to the bed, pinning him down and straddling him.

Slowly, she sank down on his throbbing manhood, crying out as she did.

Hoshi started rocking back and forth, grasping her breasts and rolling her nipples back and forth between her fingers.

Jon knocked her hands away and replaced them with his tongue and teeth. Feeling her body shiver, Jon abandoned her breasts and leaned back, letting her ride him. He reached forward to stroke her clit and she arched her back, riding an orgasm to completion.

Still rock hard inside her, Jon started to thrust in and out. His large hands grabbed her hips, moving her up and down. His orgasm washed over him like a flood and he groaned her nwithwith each pulse.

During the day, they continued their tutoring lessons as ensign and captain -- tutor and student. During the night they came together – sometimes frenzied, sometimes slow.

They continued this for weeks. Then one day she disappeared, never to be heard from again. All record of her existence had been erased.

No one knew her and no one remembered her, well almost no one – he remembered her and the love he felt for her.

--

Now he was faced with his past, finally able to get the answers to the questions, which had haunted him all these years. He hoped it wasn’t too late.

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