One of Many - Pt 1

Posted on 27 Jul 2015 @ 5:56am by Eva Kovalev

2,142 words; about a 11 minute read

Mission: Episode 09 - Empires
Location: New Minos, Random Bar
Timeline: MD1 minus 12 months

ON:

Eva made her way through the bar, a plate of drinks in one hand. Setting them down at the table, she started handing them out to the thirsty patrons. "That's one Sumerian Sunset. One Devil's hand. Two bloodwine. And a glass of Kanar. Was there anything else I can get you boys?"

One of the miners leered at Eva, "I'd take you if you were available. How's 100 credits sound? You and me afterwards, I'll show you a good time I promise."

Eva smiled down at the man, "Can't I'm afraid. Bar rules. And my boyfriend in the KCA Navy doesn't like me straying." She flashed the fake ring a little so the guys got the point before she moved onto another table to take an order.

Naois had been observing the girl for a while now, several days in fact and he knew for certain that she was lying about the boyfriend part. But, as he'd gotten bored with his last mistress, and had done away with her, he found himself interested in this spirited little vixen. He approached the bar and ordered his usual cocktail. "Hello Eva," he greeted softly, his blue eyes roving across her body.

He was a man who was used to getting what he wanted from a woman, and very few so far had dared say no. He had a reputation of course, he was known to be a kind yet determined lover who had a passion for his work and made no effort to hide it.

Placing his drink up on the bar, Eva smiled at him. As much as his eyes roamed over her body, all men's eyes did, he was unlike most of the men who frequented the place. She knew he enjoyed the view but never once in the three months she'd been here had he tried to ask her for favors. "Another busy day?" She asked him.

The half-Vulcan nodded. "Extremely," he answered, without really going into details. He never did. Work was work, and he enjoyed his work, but he didn't boast about it. The spatters of blood that lingered in his blonde hair spoke volumes. Usually, he was impeccably dressed - even if it was his black, form-fitting leather. But today apparently he'd been less thorough in his personal clean-up. "Mostly like any other day."

Eva wiped the bar's surface as Naois talked. She actually enjoyed it when he was here. He was a change from the other patrons, mostly working class men who were loud, rude, and very crude. He by comparison, was quiet and unobtrusive, a nice change of pace.

"Eva." The single word drew her attention as he watched her closely. "Come home with me?" It was a simple request, which didn't elaborate on what he might expect of her. He didn't really have any expectations today, he just wanted company. A warm body to keep him comfortable.

Eva continued to wipe the counter as she contemplated his request. She was already off the clock, just making tips now, and Naois never asked her for any favors of any kind before now. Putting down the rag she nodded, "Sure. Just let me tell my boss. I'll be a minute, enjoy the drink."

Heading into the back, Eva saw her boss, the bar's owner at her desk counting the night's receipts. "Hey boss. I'm calling it a night."

"Any particular reason?" The Caitian women asked.

"I've got a date. The Vulcan regular. Blond hair, always well dressed. Naois is it?"

"Yeah. Have fun. And Eva, don't discuss compensation with him. He spends enough here that if he wants a favor, just give it to him."

"Understood. Thanks."

Going back out, she saw that Naois was still nursing his drink. "She's cool. Whenever you want I'm ready."

Naois offered her his arm; he didn't do this with every woman, just the ones he'd taken a fancy to. "No expectations, but if you desire anything, I am willing to accommodate," he told her as they left.

Eva took Naois' offered arm. As they walked out of the bar, Eva looked at Naois, a playful smile on her lips. Most men never offered to accommodate her, they usually knew what they wanted, and could care less how she felt. "I was about to say the same. I assume you are wanting companionship this evening, perhaps some intimacy? I wouldn't mind, most of the rabble that frequent the bar are only interested in their own pleasure."

"I require companionship, distraction," the Vulcan answered, "anything you can provide. Intimacy is welcome, but not a requirement." He knew what she thought of what she called rabble, he had observed her reactions to them many a times by now and he knew what she most certainly didn't want. He presumed Eva was a girl who did what she wanted, when she wanted it and no-one could force her to do otherwise. Turning his head to look at her in better light, he thought she was quite pretty and it would be a waste to let such a lovely girl go with the trash of the area.

"This I can do." she replied, "I am afraid though I am not that exciting given my life, but I would enjoy some companionship, and I would enjoy being intimate if that is what you wish." Eva had noticed how he'd looked at her that evening and also a moment ago. His looks were different, like that of a man enjoying her body, not fantasizing about what she could do.

"Can you dance?" Naois asked, rather out of the blue. "And I mean dance, not the couples thing you sometimes see. I mean really dance, like an Orion can."

"You mean like an exotic?" She mulled it over. "I am a bit rusty but I learned a few moves from my mother when I was younger. If you are okay with that?"

"Yes exotic," Naois confirmed, smiling pleasantly, "If you are rusty, then you can improve when you dance more, right?" His smile widened as he took her hand and caressed the back of it with his thumb. "I would like to see you dance, without other prying eyes. Just for me."

"I would improve as I danced more, yes." She felt his hand on her own, the feeling of being gently touched something she'd not had in some time. "Tell you what. Perhaps for tonight I can give you a striptease and a lap dance, if you like what you see, I'll practice before next time so I can give you a proper dance?"

"That is acceptable." Naois led Eva into his apartment, gave her a little twirl before letting her go, then sank down in his chair, his blue eyes never leaving her. "Perhaps," he suggested, "if you are satisfactory, I will treat you to dinner. Or breakfast...."

Eva looked around the apartment briefly, her focus on Naois. As he sat down, Eva began the routine her mother taught her. Men were always excited by the hint and tease of a woman taking her clothes off and she intended to impress Naois.

His eyes never left her, following her around the room as she moved, watching the sway of her hips, the look on her face. His eyes widened a fraction as she started to take her top off, his lips parting as he watched her, feeding on her sensual emotions. He said nothing, only loosened the collar of his outfit a little.

Eva noted Naois' reaction as she slowly and seductively lifted her top off, exposing the lacy undergarment beneath. Still swaying, her hips moving in time to some unheard music, Eva continued the undressing. Going up to Naois, she shimmied around him, her hand brushing his leg with the most delicate of touches.

He gasped at the touch, his guard down he was hyper aware of her. He leaned back as she danced around him, craving more but refusing to ask. Raising one hand, he reached up to unclasp her brassiere, allowing her to slide it off when she was ready. "Go on," he suggested, clearly impressed so far.

Stepping just out Naois' reach, Eva ran her hands along her body, provocatively teasing Naois. Her hands slid under the straps holding her brassiere on, sliding them off her shoulders. As the straps slid down, Eva cupped her breasts in her hands, holding the lacy cloth on as she slowly lowered it, exposing herself to Naois.

"You're good," the Vulcan whispered, sitting up ever so slightly, "you're very good. And you call this rusty?" He was annoyed that she'd gone out of his reach but he made no move to touch her again.

Eva noticed Naois' reactions, the eyes, his breath, all little signs that he was enjoying this. Sliding her hands down her midsection and her hips ever so slowly, Eva gracefully moved over to Naois. Her back to him, she sat herself down gently on his lap, her hips sliding over his lap.

"Eva," Naois breathed, fingers tightly gripping the armrests of his chair. "Stop."

Eva looked over her shoulder at Naois, a sultry grin on her face. "I'm not fully undressed Naois. Surely you want to see the rest of me as I promised?"

"I'm not certain I have the restraint," Naois murmured, "but yes, I do. I want to see all of you, but I like what I see so far. You're a skilled seductress....and you'll likely have me where you want me, if you were after that...."

Eva slowly rose, unzipping the back of her dress as she continued her dance. Staying just outside of Naois reach, she worked her dress off, exposing the last piece of clothing covering her. "Would you want to have me long term Naois?" she asked, still dancing, now running her fingers along the hem of her thong (better word?). "I'm available if you wished. You seem to appreciate the feminine form."

"I want you. Stay with me, indefinitely. You'll not regret it, and you'll want for nothing. You won't have to suffer those mutts at the bar anymore." He reached out, hooking his finger over the hem to draw her closer. "I want you to kiss me, and tell me you want to stay."

Eva drew closer to Naois, letting him pull her in. Undoing the strings that held the last piece of cloth on, Eva let it drop to the floor. Kneeling in the chair, straddling his lap, she leaned in and kissed Naois. "I wish to stay, for as long as you'll have me."

Feeling the warmth of her body against his, he gave a content sigh, returning the kiss with rivaled passion. He let his hands travel across her skin, feeling how untouched it was, unmarked by anything. "Have you been with men before?" he asked suddenly.

"A few times," Eva replied, feeling Naois' hands playing across her skin. "But not recently." She ran her fingers across his chest, "You should change into something more comfortable. That suit looks awfully stifling."

"You'd be surprised how much freedom of movement I have in this," Naois smiled, "but you're welcome to help me out of it. In fact, I'd rather you did, and have some fun doing it."

"Well then." Eva began to slowly loosen the velcro straps, exposing a little bit of Naois' chest with each new strap. Pausing, she slipped her hands between the leather and his chest, gently running her fingers over his bare skin. "You keep fit, I can tell."

"I have to," he answered, "If I don't I can't do my duty. You do know what I do, don't you?"

"I know you work for the Klingon-Cardassian Intelligence Ministry. What you do for them, I neither know nor care as it is not my place to ask." She continued to remove the straps, as more of his toned body came into view.

He let her take his tunic off, revealing a toned torso with evidence of past torture. He had undergone some during his training and had proven worthy. "Not your place but you may ask if you desire." He leaned back, reaching up to caress her breast. "How are your seduction skills? I may require it after a strenuous day."

"That you work for the intelligence ministry is enough Naois. I know that many brought in there for questioning never return. I do not wish to know what you do for them." She ran her fingers over several scars. Whatever he did for them was brutal, she could see it in his body. She kissed Naois again, "My seduction is on par with my dancing." She let out a contented sigh as she felt Naois' hand caress a breast.

TBC:


SoghHom Naois Mercy
Interrogator
ISS Saalm
pnpc T'Vanna

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Eva Kovalev
Civilian
ISS Saalm
pnpc Min Zhao

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