A goddess on a mountain top
Was burning like a silver flame,
The summit of beauty and love,
And Venus was her name.
She's got it,
Yeah, baby, she's got it.
Well, I'm your Venus,
I'm your fire at your desire.
Well, I'm your Venus,
I'm your fire at your desire.
-- Shocking Blue (Venus)
=/\=
Carmen had already hired the Quartermaster candidate, Crystal Sherwood, and had contacted two of the other candidates. To her delight, they had both agreed to take a job with the Temporal Integrity Commission – Marisol Castillo and Thomas Grant. So far, so good.
Marisol was a particularly great find, so she was brought in very quickly. Her perceptiveness would dovetail well with that of a current employee, the half-Witannen, Otra. Marisol would be a traveling doctor, plus she had a modicum of Otra's unique gift for seeing many possible temporal alternatives at once.
It was good to have a backup, and now Otra would also be able to take a break on occasion. Otra, whose other half was human, wasn't allowed to travel to older Earth or Terra to go on missions. But Marisol was over 75% human, so she could.
And her medical training was going to really come in handy. There was a doctor they shared with the other departments, Boris Yarin. Boris conducted Marisol's augmentation surgeries as soon as he could. She had recovered, and now could assist him with Grant and Bernstein's augmentations.
Except for the brain surgery, everything was outpatient, and fairly fast. Sheilagh found the addition of the foot pads to be particularly convenient – quite literally, she had more of a spring in her step.
She spent a little time with Tom, as they were both new, and they had the medical workups in common. He was a military man, fairly stiff in his bearing, maybe eight years younger than she. He was very reserved, as if he was watching everything, unsure of how to proceed, but masking his uncertainly fairly effectively. They engaged in small talk, nothing more.
But neither of them saw Marisol very much. She either kept to herself or spent time with Boris, and they seemed to be continually arguing or maybe just discussing the myriad of procedures to be performed.
The day before Sheilagh and Tom's scheduled brain surgeries, Marisol caught up with Boris, "Doctor Yarin, may I see you for a moment? I have some questions about tomorrow's procedures."
"Of course you may, Doctor Castillo. Step into my office, please," he escorted her in there and shut the door.
She smiled at him and grabbed at him, "How much time do you think we've got?"
"Not enough time to really do things right," he said, kissing her neck, "Unless we, uh, you'll need to keep most of your things on."
"I can do that," she breathed, loud, in his ear, "Just try not to sweat on me too much."
"I'll do my best, but you are so hot," he reached under her blouse.
She unfastened his pants. The door chimed. There was no time to do anything but hide. He refastened his pants and she got under his desk.
"Ah, Carmen, what can I do for you?"
"Is Doctor Castillo up to speed for the procedures that need to be performed tomorrow?"
"Yes, I was, uh, hoping to further debrief her."
"Ah, good. Boris, you look a little flushed. Are you catching a cold?"
"If I have one, it'll be a sneezing fit for maybe five minutes," he said, "Stem cell growth accelerator is a wonderful thing."
"No doubt. You'll borrow another Commission doctor if you need to? I just fear I may have given you more than you can handle."
"It will be my pleasure to handle such things. We will be fine," he assured her, and absently sat down at his desk. Marisol was still under there, and she started to massage the insides of his thighs.
"I'm sure you will," Carmen said, "And you'll tell me if anything comes up?"
"You'll, uh, you'll be the first to know," he managed to squeak out before she left.
Door again closed, and fully aroused again, he pulled Marisol up and bent her over the desk, facing away from him, her skirt flipping a bit as he held her breasts and licked and bit her neck and they moved together.
When they were done, she turned around to face him, "We were almost caught that time," he said.
"But we weren't," she said, "It's fun when it's dangerous like that."
"Still, I don't want anyone telling my wife anything, you know," he said.
"Don't worry; it degrades your performance."
=/\=
The following day's procedures were scheduled for the early morning. Both patients had fully shaved heads, and saw each other briefly before things got started.
"You scared?" Sheilagh asked, "Wait, I bet you're never scared."
"You kiddin'? I'm terrified," he drawled, his accent betraying an origin on Titania. It was the first really big thing he'd ever admitted to her, or to any of them, for that matter, "But don't tell anyone, all right?"
"Good. I mean, uh, not that you're scared. Just, that I'm not the only one," she said.
"Hey Sheilagh, maybe we'll dream while we're under," he said.
"Nothing too spicy," Marisol said, coming in to check on them before scrubbing up, "Ah, I see you're both ready," she gestured toward her own head. Her hair had already been restored.
"I hope this is the last time we have the same hairstyle," Sheilagh said to Tom.
"Who's goin' first?" he asked.
"You are, sir," Marisol said, "And it's time for your hypo. So relax and think of happy things," she injected him and he was quickly under.
"And me?" Sheilagh asked.
"Take a little nap or something. It'll all happen soon enough. Have patience."
Carmen came to visit Sheilagh while Marisol and Boris worked on Tom, "How are you feeling?"
"A bit concerned," Sheilagh admitted.
"Every time these procedures are done, they get easier, and the surgeons get better. And if, for any reason, it takes too long with Tom today, they'll take care of you tomorrow."
"But he'll be all right, yes?"
"Absolutely. There's no reason to think it'll turn out any other way. Marisol is perfectly fine, you just saw her."
"It seems like a lot of work for time travel."
"You're doing the right thing," Carmen said.
=/\=
Her weapons were her crystal eyes
Making ev'ry man mad;
Black as a dark night she was,
Got what no one else had.
Wow!
-- Shocking Blue (Venus)
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