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The Appointment
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by Michael Peters (mlpeters@umd.umich.edu)
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Ensign Jason Patterson approached the door to Counselor Deanna
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Troi's personal quarters with some nervousness. He had been assigned to
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the Enterprise for six months now, and it was time for his review. He
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was nervous, since he had already seen Counselor Troi before, and his
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thoughts were not very professional. He had been seated at the
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Navigation console during the Beta watch, and the Counselor had the
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bridge, since she had received her promotion to Commander. Jason had
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briefly looked over his shoulder and his eyes instantly fixated on Troi's
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breasts, which were fairly obvious underneath her blue-and-black
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uniform. He had instantly averted his eyes, blushing, because he knew
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the Counselor could sense feelings. Now, as he waited outside the
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Counselor's quarters, he wondered if she would bring up that event.
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"Uh, Counselor. It's Ensign Patterson. I'm here for our
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ten-hundred appointment" he said to the door, expecting it to open
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soon. There was no response. Jason frowned, and said "Computer,
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location of Counselor Troi."
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"Counselor Troi is in Holodeck three."
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The ensign shrugged, and walked to the Holodeck. He wondered why
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the session would be in the holodeck, but could not figure it out. When
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he arrived, the doors instantly opened, and he entered the holodeck
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without thinking. Only when the doors clanged shut did he notice his
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surroundings.
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He was in an ornate room, reminiscent of the palace at
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Versailles. The floor was marble, the walls richly decorated with
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paintings, cherubs, and gold inlay. A large pair of windows looked out
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into the gardens. However, the stunning part of the whole creation was a
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large, fancy bed with stuffed pillows, and Counselor Troi sitting on the
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edge of it, her hands neatly folded in her lap. But instead of wearing
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her uniform, she wore a white and gold 18th-century dress, low cut to
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show off her breasts. The dress stopped just above the floor, but Ensign
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Patterson could see that Troi was wearing white, high-heeled shoes and
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white stockings. Her long black hair spilled down her back and over her
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shoulders. A slight strand winded its way down the front of her dress
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and was perched right above her cleavage...
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With a start and some effort, Jason immediately focused his eyes
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on the Counselor's eyes, telling himself not to look. "Counselor, if
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this is a bad time, I can reschedule our appointment?"
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"Of course not. Sit down, Ensign." Troi patted the spot next to
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her on the bed. Jason's heart skipped a beat, but he obeyed the counselor.
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"Comfy?"
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"Uh, yes, Counselor."
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"You don't have to be so formal. You may call me Deanna, Jason"
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Troi purred, leaning a little closer to the horny ensign. Jason could
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now look down the front of the dress and see that Troi's breasts were
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even better than he had imagined. "Do you like what you see?" asked Deanna.
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"You're very attractive" Jason answered, then realized what a
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lame answer that was. Here was a beautiful Betazed woman within one
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foot, and all he could say was attractive. "I mean..."
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Deanna smiled. "You can see more, if you want." She began to
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slowly pull up her dress, revealing more and more leg. Jason marveled at
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the smoothness, and reached out to touch it. Just as he got a hand on
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it, he heard another voice say, "Deanna, did you think you could start
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without me?"
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Jason whirled around to see Dr. Crusher in a much greater state
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of undress than Troi. Crusher wore a matching bra and
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garter-and-stocking set in a light green, which highlighted her coppery
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red pubic hair. She strode over to Jason and Deanna, bent down, and
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kissed Jason on the lips. The sweet perfumy smell of the Doctor, and the
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wisp of her hair only served to strengthen his cock. "Now, Ensign. We
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do have some ground rules. First, you have to watch us get ready before
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we can get down to business. Now bring that chair over here and sit
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down. Deanna needs help getting this dress off. And get out of that
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silly uniform. We're off duty" Crusher said, an impish smile on her face.
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Jason followed the doctor's orders, and was soon sitting on a
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chair, naked, looking at the two stunning women expectantly.
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Beverly began helping Deanna get out of the cumbersome dress.
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Soon, she was even more naked than Beverly, with just a pair of white
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stockings with a thin, white line up the back of them clinging to her
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shapely legs and her white high-heels. Both of the women were on their
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knees, and Beverly got behind the Counselor and wrapped both of her hands
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around Deanna's breasts. Deanna had her eyes closed and merely mmm-ed
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slightly. With a slight squeeze, Crusher made Troi's nipples stick out even
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more, and she began to kiss Deanna on the cheek. Deanna began to play
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with herself, sticking her finger into her cunt. When she pulled it out,
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she reached back and proferred the slimy finger to Crusher's hungry
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mouth, and she happily licked at it. The women disentangled, with
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Deanna's unencumbered breasts swinging freely.
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"It's chocolate time, Bev," Deanna said, and laughed lightly.
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Beverly responded by lying down on the bed, chest down and ass up, and
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Deanna put a pillow under her lower chest, which reised Beverly's lean
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ass up a few inches. Next, Deanna reached over and retrieved a fancy
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silver goblet from the floor. "Come over, Jason," Deanna invited, and
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Jason quickly scurried over to the bed. She began to stir the inside of
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the goblet, and when she removed the spoon, Jason saw chocolate pudding
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on it. Deanna happily licked it, saying "I love chocolate." She then
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tilted the goblet, and began to spoon out gobs of it onto Beverly's butt,
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swirling it around with the spoon. When she finished, the doctor's
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normally clean, white ass was covered on both cheeks with pudding.
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Deanna lowered the goblet closer to her ass, and let a dollop drop out
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and land directly in Beverly's butt crack. Jason heard a slight gasp
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from the doctor. Deanna looked at Jason, and exclaimed, "Look at the
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mess I've made. Will you help me clean it up?" Jason responded by
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bringing his face to Beverly's left ass cheek, and hungrily began licking
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her smooth ass. Deanna joined him on the other cheek, their tongues
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gliding over the smooth, rounded flesh. Jason glanced out of the corner
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of his eye to see Troi's pink tongue, surrounded by her red lips,
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slithering happily as it gathered up pudding. Then, both the Ensign and
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Counselor brang their attention to the Doctor's ass crack, their tongues
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probing deeper and deeper. Beverly began moaning, her stockinged legs
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spreading wider and wider. Deanna stuck her finger up Beverly's cunt,
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and that elicited a wild shriek from the doctor. Jason saw fluid seeping
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onto the pillow, and Deanna dived for it.
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"Wait," Jason said, stopping the Counselor. Deanna looked at
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him quizzically, but before she could say a word, Jason unhooked
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Beverly's left stocking from the belt and rolled it off her smooth,
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shapely leg. Balling it up, he began to wipe up the fluid until the
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flimsy fabric was slick. Taking the Counselor's face, which still had a
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bit of pudding on the lips, he squeezed both her cheeks, causing her
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mouth to open, and stuffed it in her mouth. Deanna's eyes widened
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briefly, then closed as the warm taste of Beverly began to fill her
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mouth. She sat there, reveling in the taste, as Beverly got up and
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unhooked the remaining stocking, then removed her bra and garter. Jason
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watched eagerly, waiting to see what ministrations the doctor would apply
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to him or Deanna.
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After Beverly removed the stocking from Deanna's mouth, the two
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women now applied their attention to the ensign. "Lay down," Crusher
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whispered, with strands of her long red hair in her face. The Counselor
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had also lost her normally professional appearance, with her lipstick
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slightly smeared and her nipples erect. Jason obeyed, and watched with
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eagerness as Beverly took his firm cock in hand and began to gently
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stroke it. At the same time, Deanna extended her tongue and began to
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lightly stimulate the head. Both women speeded up their intensity, and
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Jason groaned as he felt the tingling feeling which always proceeded
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orgasm. Beverly then moved closer, anticipating his ejaculation. In the
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instant before he came, Deanna sensed it and promptly wrapped her lips
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around his cock, just as Jason's cock erupted. The sight of her long
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black hair and beautiful face got him even more hot, and he emptied his
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load into her eager mouth. She immediately released him, and Beverly
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quickly lowered her face and began to lick off any remaining come. Then,
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she raised her face, and saw that a little trail of Jason's come was
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leaking from the corner of Troi's mouth. She eagerly licked it up, her
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tongue tracing the outline of Deanna's mouth. With a moan of passion,
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the women separated and looked down at the ensign.
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"I think you should make an appointment to see me for a physical,
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Ensign," said Beverly.
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Jason looked at Troi and Crusher, and immediately agreed to the
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appointment. "I think the Counselor should also have one too," he
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replied. "After all, she has a tendency to eat too much chocolate, and
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to make a mess."
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Beverly smirked, and said "I agree. But as for me, I prefer
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whipped cream," as she ran her hand over Deanna's smooth ass, and Jason
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immediately knew that the next six months on the Enterprise would be very
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interesting.
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