Anita Hollodick

Title: Anita Hollodick

Author: DocBevCulver

Series: TNG

Codes: NC-17

Parts: 1/1

Disclaimer: Paramount owns the characters, I just claim the story.

Author's Notes: This was a challenge from my good friends zoinky and thebevster.
Thanks go to the two for beta reading this. This was done PURELY for fun.

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"Computer, please run the Crusher 1 program." Beverly Crusher called out.

"Program ready." The computers female voice spoke.

"Begin program." The yellow and black grid of the holodeck changed to resemble
one of the many cabins of the U.S.S Enterprise.

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Pulling the form, fitting halter top over her head, smoothing the sides with her
hands, and looking into the mirror, she thought, 'Damn I look good, today!'

Anita Hollodick was one of the top sex therapist in the entire Federation and
she was preparing for her tour on board the, U.S.S. Enterprise, the first to
receive a sex therapist. It was something that Star Fleet wanted to test and
of course the Enterprise was to be the first guinee pig.

The door started chimming, "Come in."

Deanna Troi, conselor on board the Enterprise entered. Observing the clothing
that Anita wore, the counserlor could see why she was good at her work. The
halter top, hugged ever curve, as her leather pants did the same. The counselor
thought, 'I suppose the male gender of any race would open up and let out there,
sexual tension, with an outfit like that.'

"Hello, Counselor, what can I do for you?"

"I just came to speak with you." Clearing her throat, Deanna continued, "Umm,
I thought you should know, that the crew is feeling a little uncomfortable
about all of this, especially the Captain."

"How so?"

"Well, most, don't even feel comfortable with me, and I believe they are a
little intimadated by your presence, as well."

Smilling, Anita spoke, "Well, then I should start with the Captain first."

"I don't think that would be a good idea."

"How so?"

"Well, the Captain, is the one that feels the most intimidated."

"Ah, well." Ushering the counselor towards the door, "Don't worry, Counselor,
I can handle the Captain. I believe he is like most, he leads by example."

Turning, Deanna said, "Well, yes, he does."

"Then that is what he will do. If the crew sees the Captain, oh how should I
say this?" Smiling wickedly, "If they see that the Captain is using my TALENTS,
then others will come. You'll see."

The closing door, obstructed the view of a very stuned, Deanna Troi. Pressing
the compage, "Anita Hollodick to Captain Picard."

"Yes, Ms. Hollodick, can I help you?"

"Yes, you can. Please, report to my quarters."

Hearing the audioable moan on the other end, and the long pause before answering
, Anita knew she had a challange on her hands. "I'm on my way, Ms. Hollodick,
Picard out."

Smilling, Anita began the preperations for the right mood, that was need for
this officer. 'This shall be interesting, indeed.'

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Captain Jean-Luc Picard was nervious, he didn't like counselors, and he knew
he wouldn't like this newest edition. "Sex Therapy? Why would someone need a
sex therapist?"

Pressing the door chime, Jean-Luc's thought, 'Calm down, Johnny, your just
here to talk to her, make her feel welcomed. Then you can leave.'

The door opened up to reveal Ms. Hollodick, Jean-Luc was stunned, 'No wonder
she is good at her work.'

"Hello Ms. Hollodick," Jean-Luc said crossing the threshold, "How may I help
you? Are the quarters to your liking?"

Smiling, Anita answered, "Yes, Captain, but I do have one problem."

"I assure you, that I will help settle this, if possible." Jean-Luc said,
looking around the living area.

Sitting down on the couch, he noticed the dim lighting and the smell of her
perfume. Shaking his head, trying to clear the thoughts that came, he said,
"What seems to be the problem?"

Smiling, Anita said, "I need your assistance," she sat next to him on the couch,
placing her hand on his knee, "It seems that the crew doesn't wish to use my
services and I can tell by the way this ship runs, that you run this ship by
example." Moving closer, she continued, "In order for me to do my job. The
crew will have to see that, even you are willing to use my services."

Jean-Luc was speachless. Looking in the other direction, he was trying to
think of a good excuse to leave, when her hand started to make a trail up from
his knee to the middle of his thigh. Clearing his throat, he said,
"Ms. Hollodick, umm, I don't think I need your type of services, at this time."

Anita was not going to take no for an answer, "Everyone is in need of my
services, at one time or another. I would say that you need them right now."

At the last statement, she was kissing him passionatly. Rubbing her hand the
rest of the way up his thigh, and brought to rest on his manhood.

Jean-Luc jumped slightly at the touch and kiss, but didn't offer to remove
himself from the situation. Instead, he moved his hand from his side, to her
red hair. Pulling her into his lap.

Anita broke the kiss, smiling she said, "My, my, Captain. I thought you were
not in need of my services?"

Smilling, Jean-luc continued with the kiss once more. Rubbing his hands up her
sides, under her tight halter top, bringing them around to cup her breasts.
Rubbing his thumb over the tips, a moan escaped Anita's mouth.

Removing her hands from their resting spot on the back of the couch, Anita
placed her hands on each side of his head and kissed him harder.

Taking one nipple in between his fingers, he squeezed and twisted it gently,
causing a moan to come from the red head.

Grinding her hips into his lap as he rolled her taught nipple in his fingers,
she could feel that tingle in her stomach.

Leaning back, she grabbed the hem of his shirt bringing it up to his chest,
she ran her hands down the well developed chest. Loving the feel of his flesh
against her hands. Returning the same jester, she took one of his nipples into
her fingers and twisted.

A moan escaped from Jean-Luc's lips as Anita continued her minstrations. He's
desire was becoming confined in his uniform pants, aching for release.

Feeling the hardness pressed against her, Anita reached down between them and
rubbed his growing manhood. Kissing him fully on the lips as she did so.
Breaking the contact for only a moment as he removed the top with his hands.
Throwing it across the room.

Placing her hand back to her orignal position, she started to undo his pants,
smiling as his manhood was still confined by his black briefs. Slidding her
hand down in his stomach and into the tight briefs. Wrapping her hand around
his hard shaft, causing Jean-Luc to moan and clutch her hips.

Stroking him like this, was not what Anita had in mind. Standing, she pulled
him to his feet and tugged his pants down along with his briefs. Smiling as
he's hard shaft sprang free.

Studing him, she could see that he was a good size, not to long and not to
thick. 'Um, just the right size.' Anita thought as she pushed him back down on
the couch.

Kneeling before him, she took his hard shaft into her hands, licking the head
with her tongue.

Moaning, Jean-Luc, instinctively placing his hands in her red hair. Her warm
breath, sending electricity threw him. He called the one name he knew, "Oh,
Beverly!"

Looking into his passion filled eyes, Anita stated, "I'm not Beverly at this
moment, remember?"

Shaking his head, he stated, "I'm through with the fantasy, I want Beverly.
Not Anita."

Smiling, she nodded her head in agreement, and placed his entire manhood into
her mouth. Sucking, and scrapping her teeth lightly with each motion.
Massaging at the area just behind his sac.

As she took his manhood into his mouth, he would thrust to meet her. Loving
the feel of her hot mouth on his flesh, but wanting to feel more, wanting to
feel her climax.

Gently pulling at her head, he stated, "Come here."

Obeying his wishes, Beverly stood. Knowing exactly what he wanted. Pulling
her skirt up to her waist, she straddled his lap, taking his manhood into her
hands and guiding him into her hot, wet folds.

The tingling returned as she slowly sat, adjusting to his size. His hands on
her hips were hot and that just added to the tingle.

Kissing her breast bone, he slowly moved from one breast to the other, taking
a nipple into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue.

Beverly began to rock her hips from side to side slowly, enjoying the feel of
him inside her. Leaning back to allow him better access to her breast, she
moaned at the sensation, calling his name, "Jean-Luc!"

Hearing his name called, Jean-Luc thrusted his hips up, causing Beverly to moan
and her eyes to close.

Placing his hands between her shoulder blades, he thrusted harder as her moans
deepened. Kissing her breast bone again, then licking a trail up to the hollow
of her throat.

Moaning and gasping, Beverly could feel her world about to explode, but held
back. Wanting their time to be together. His thrusting was harder, holding
her tightly, she leaned in to kiss him on the lips.

As she did so, she could feel his throbbing manhood stiffen even more. She
knew his release was coming soon. Allowing her own pleasure to show in the
kiss, she started to dig her fingernails into his shoulders.

As he felt her inner muscles straight to tighten, he couldn't hold himself
back no longer.

In a cascade of moans and muscles contracting, their climax was nearly
explosive. Their bodies connecting at one point.

Feeling Beverly shake, Jean-Luc wrapped his arm around her, pulling her to
his body. He hugged her until her muscles started to calm.

Releasing her, she leaned back to look into his eyes. Smiling, she said,
"I love you, Jean-Luc."

Looking into the sincere eyes of his lover, he said, "I love you, more then
anything." Kissing her to seal the promise made, un-spoken, they stayed in
their position for a few minutes.

Whispering into his ear, Beverly said, "Let's go to your cabin and get off
this holodeck."

"I think we can arrange that." Jean-Luc said, helping her to her feet.

They retrieved their clothing and head for the door. Jean-Luc calling over
his shoulder, as he wrapped his arm around Beverly's waist, "Computer, end
program and save."

The End

Oct. 21, 1999