Response to Saffrons Challenge of…”What happens next week?”
Disclaimer: Paramount asked for this. I’m playing. Credit given to the Monkees for the song. He he…
Thanks to Kimmie for sharing the one line…! You know which one…
“What the hell is going on?”
“I don’t know. I mean think about it—Seven? With the Doc?”
“That isn’t such a bad thing. They both are made from the basically same technology. But if you want to hear strange, how about B’Elanna and the doctor?”
“What’s the matter, Tom? She not getting enough from you?”
A hand waved in the air between the three men. “Sex with a hologram is just masturbation without getting your hand cramped.”
The other two men seated at the table giggled. Tom took exception.
“What about you, Chakotay? I mean, the captain and the doctor.” He shook his head. “Now there is an image that I really don’t want.”
Chakotay took a drink of his tea and spread his hands face up on the table. “Look, if the girls on this ship find the doctor attractive, then why not. I mean after all, didn’t Kes have a thing for him?”
“Why yes, she did, now that I think about it!” The busy Talaxian, who was as usual was eavesdropping on the conversation. “He even told me after she had evolved that he once hallucinated that she was his wife! Can you believe that?”
Neelix sat down with the other three. They looked at him as he looked at them. His whiskers, Chakotay noticed, even seemed to…well, twitch.
Tom looked at the three men. “Well, didn’t Kes upon her jumping in time…wasn’t she married to me?”
“There is no accounting for taste, Tom.” Chakotay said, taking another sip of tea. “The sad reality is that Doc has something we don’t have.”
“A great bedside manner?” Harry asked.
Chakotay grinned. “Nope”
“Adjustable sex organs?” Tom said.
“What?!” Harry said.
“Not even close.” Chakotay said.
Neelix looked at the them, then shrugged his shoulders. “Well, what does he have that we don’t. I mean, we are all good looking guys.”
Tom coughed into his hand as Harry feigned a yawn.
“Simple. It’s what he lacks.”
“Personality?”
Chakotay sat back in the chair, crossing his hands over his stomach, interlacing his fingers. “Nope. It’s hair…or lack of it, I should say.”
“You’re kidding?” Tom said. “What has hair got to do with it?” He asked as he ran his fingers through his.
“It’s a proven fact that women find men with less hair attractive. It represents security, stability and usually, great sexual prowess.”
Harry laughed, starting out as a giggle then moving to a loud laugh. “Well…” he he, “if…that’s the…case…Tom…should…be….nex...t…” more laughter, “his hair is sliding off the back of his head.”
Tom smacked Harry, sending him out of his laughing fit.
**
The woman lounged around in sickbay. Seven was decked out in the dress she’d worn during her dating lessons with the doctor. Kathryn sat poised in his chair in his office, wearing her satin coral nightgown. B’Elanna had on native Klingon garb, Bat’leth in hand.
“He has the most incredible hands,” Kathryn said, purring with her voice as she talked to the other women. “I love it when he works out my knots. It’s the most exquisite feeling…almost orgasmic in nature.”
“I concur. I find his lessons most stimulating to my ongoing pursuit of humanity.” Seven said, draping the sheet around her nude torso. “Should I have my hair down or keep it up?”
“Down,” B’Elanna said, “it softens your face.”
“Lieutenant, how would you know this?”
B’Elanna swooped down, then leaned against the wall, watching the other two. “He taught me. In an attempt to make me see that being Klingon was beautiful, he also, shall we say, gave me some valuable advice.”
Kathryn rose then stretched. She slinked into the main room where the other two sat. “It is so incredible. Who would have thought about the doctor as being sexy, much more then a holographic matrix.”
“Kes found out first. Didn’t she argue with you about how he was coherent and cognitive, capable of learning and feeling?”
Kathryn sighed as she leaned on the biobed. “That she did. And boy…can he feel.”
The door swooshed open and in he came, singing a catchy little tune from an opera.
“Madame Butterfly?” Kathryn asked.
“Death of baKTeh.” B’Elanna said with added umph.
“It is from Carmen,” Seven said.
The doctor looked at the three women, smiling smugly. He sat down in his chair and the three converged on him. Seven straddled his leg, B’Elanna sitting on the floor, hugging the other leg and stroking the pant leg. Kathryn leaned over him, her arms and hands all over his chest.
“This…is the good life. Ladies, what shall we do tonight.”
**
“Doctor?”
“Please state the nature…oh damn. Another daydream.” He sighed and picked up a hydra-scanner.
Kathryn came up to him. “Doc, I have this pain…here.” She took his hand and started it at her waist, stopping at her buttock. “Think you can… something about it?”
End.
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