Starfleet Commander Ananda Greydon is a graduate of The University of Betazed and, a member of the newly formed Starfleet Counseling Service.
Half human, half Betazoid - her silhouette could be described as imposing: A tall woman by any standard, sh...
Across town, a plot against Ananda and Khan is being cruelly devised. Carol Marcus and Admiral Jack Ericsson have joined forces to to exact revenge on the augment duo. Though Marcus and Ericsson are acting in concert, they each have their own reason for wanting misfortune to befall the augments.
"Jack, have they done the deed yet?" Carol inquires. "Oh, yes... Twice at least, judging by the readings from his wristband" laughs Ericsson.
"How clever of you to re-appropriate her little toy and use it against them. Do you think they'll ever figure it out?" Carol asks, with a devious grin.
"Greydon is not a nitwit, my dear. But, by the time it occurs to either one, we'll have what we need to crush them both." "I do like the sound of that. I'm not a jealous person, but I don't like other people using my things." Carol pants as she sits astride the Admiral.
"Carol, luv - you're still carrying a little torch for Harrison, aren't you?" He asks.
"No. This isn't about love or longing. I just want someone to pay for taking my father's life and stealing the mate he created for me. John Harrison was supposed to be mine, dammit. Daddy made him for me!" She whines while keeping time with Ericsson's stroking.
"Well, my dear - your father stole my face to create your monster. He copied everything down to the last mole - and threw in a few my facial tics just for spite. But why lament the loss of an inferior copy, when you have the original, my dear?" He chuckles in a baritone eerily similar to Khan.
"I want that half breed bitch to pay. Don't care about details. My father isn't here to explain why he changed his mind about pairing me with Harrison, so I've decided to neutralize them. And their offspring to be. If they're taken out, we both win... Though I'd settle for rendering her precious emotionality absolutely useless."
"A good shock to the system could be exactly what we need. You are such a devious little vixen." He says, thrusting after each word for emphasis. "Mmmm, Jack... So good. Sooo goood!" She moans. "Yeah? You like that, eh?! How about this?..." Ericsson stands up, allowing Carol perfect access to wrap her legs around his waist. He thrusts angrily into her and they laugh while fomenting their vile machinations - stopping to indulge in a moment of unbridled carnality a mere side light for the two.
They climax nearly simultaneously. Carol kisses a bead of sweat from the end of Jack's nose and licks her lips. He sets her down on the edge of his desk with a thud and withdraws. "Shower?" she asks. He gestures with his head in the direction of his office en suite. She slides from the desktop and heads directly for the bathroom. Ericsson pulls up his pants, refastens his trousers and returns to his office chair. He swivels around childishly, throws his head back and laughing impishly.
After her shower, Carol emerges seductively from the en suite surrounded by a cloud of steam. She stops at the doorway as she dries her hair with a hand towel, clad only in fresh knickers and a bra.
"Do cover yourself, my love. I've sampled your wares. Any further display is pointless, and just a touch uncouth at this juncture, don't you think?" Jack flaps his wrist in Carol's direction and yawns dramatically.
Her eyes widen in surprise. Then, Carol spins on her heels and retreats into the en suite, slamming the door behind her. Ericsson laughs a deep, menacing belly laugh and spins in his chair toward his office window. He reaches into the breast pocket of his uniform jacket and retrieves his phone. He opens the photo gallery and taps on a picture. He sighs longingly as he runs his slender fingers over the photo.
It's a portrait of Ananda:
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"Don't worry darlin' I won't let her hurt you," coos Jack.
