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Captain's Log, stardate 50076.3
Unfortunately we still haven't found the person responsible for the death of one of our crew members. We are forced to remain on Banea until we find the killer. I have received an anonymous tip that might help us. Someone claims a Banean woman by the name of Y/n may have some information we could use. Today I will see her, and hopefully we will be able to solve the case.
The smell of incense, sex and cigarettes filled Kathryn's nostrils as she stepped into the brothel, her steps cautious as always. The place was dark, decorated with deep shades of red and purple. Behind the curtains she could hear a faint sound of laughing, talking, and of course less...appropriate noises. But this wasn't the place to get flustered. She was here to gather information, after all.
"Hello, my dear." The owner said from behind the oval counter. It was an older, tall woman, dressed in nothing but a sheer black dress.
Kathryn gave her a polite smile, trying to keep her focus. "I am Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager."
"You don't look like our usual clientele."
"I am here strictly for work, madame. I came here to see a woman by the name of Y/n. I was told she works here."
The older woman's face scrunched up, and she let out a soft huff. "We do not use legal names here."
"My apologies, but it seems nobody heard-"
"A rule is a rule. But yes, she does work here." The owner glanced over at one of the curtains, then back down at Kathryn. She quickly checked something in the files, then murmured. "You're in luck, she isn't busy right now. But you better not take too much of her time, or we'll charge you."
"I myself hope it goes by quickly." Kathryn said with a small nod, then began to walk towards the drawn curtains. She already didn't like this place. Of course she wasn't a judgemental type of person, but she didn't frequent brothels often.
She slowly drew the thick, velvet curtains to the side and took a step into the room, her steps quiet against the soft carpet. When Kathryn saw you, sitting on a large sofa with a cigarette between your fingers, her cheeks felt unusually warm, but she quickly composed herself.
"Hello, I am Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager. Pleasure to meet you."
"Hello, Captain." You murmured with a faint grin and gestured for her to close the curtains.
Earlier in the day you were told by one of the other girls that someone would come to see you, and there she was. But you know how to make people stop asking questions. And that murder..well, you preferred to sweep it under the rug.
You leaned back on the couch and took a drag on your cigarette, then allowed the smoke to leave your lips in a thick cloud, one which nearly reached Kathryn's face. The woman grimaced a bit at the smell, but didn't comment on it.
"I didn't expect a person such as yourself in a place like this."
The scent of cigarette smoke lingered between the two of you as she studied you intently, taking in your mannerisms. And though she didn't trust you one bit, there was something tugging at her deep within. Urging her to come closer. But she didn't. Instead she gave you a polite nod and responded.
"I must say, I don't normally frequent this sort of... establishment. However, I was told you knew something. Information that may be helpful to us."
"This sort of establishment? Well, no need to sound so judgemental, Captain."
Kathryn's gaze didn't waver. She'd faced much more dangerous people. Alien species that tried to kill her. The Borg, who...also tried to kill her. But there was something about you. Confidence that made her both curious and uneasy. As smoke curled around you two, she spoke once more, trying to appear professional.
"Your name is Y/n, correct?"
"Are you asking as a Captain, or are you asking as a client?"
"As a Captain." She responded cooly.
"Well, I am not allowed to give out my legal name. For safety reasons. Even if you do already know it, I don't want any creeps overhearing." You shrugged, then put the cigarette out on the velvet couch, leaving a small burnt hole in the material. After adjusting one of your heels, you dropped the cigarette bud and stomped on it, never breaking eye contact. "But clients call me Karell."
"Karell..." Your fake name rolled off her tongue like honey. "I suppose that'll do for now."
Kathryn's eyes momentarily dropped to your legs that were barely covered by the black, silky robe you were wearing. She watched as you crossed one over the other. Yqour skin glistened in the dim lighting. But she quickly scolded herself in her head. She was here to talk about her dead crew member, not to admire an alien woman.
"And you said your name was Kathryn?"
"Y-yes." She nodded, her usually confident voice now a bit breathless.
"It suits you." You whispered with a smirk and gently patted the space next to you. A silent invitation. "Why don't you sit?"
The woman hesitated for just a moment, then slowly sat down next to you. And though she tried to keep her distance, she sat close. Too close. She was a Captain. And in all the time of being stuck in the Delta quadrant, not once did she break and gave into her desires. But now, with you, at a place like this, it was all catching up to her. She knew she should stop, but your smooth skin, your fiery perfume, your smooth voice, it was waking her body up. The dampness forming in her underwear only proved that.
You placed your manicured hand on her shoulder. A pleasant shiver ran down her spine, and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from reacting too hard. She was about to ask a question about the murder, but you beat her to it.
"I bet being a Captain is a lot of work..." Your fingers moved up and down her arm, caressing it through the fabric of her uniform.
The touch, as light as it was, made heat spread all over her body. Her knees went weak, and the fire ran right up to her core. She shifted slightly, trying to calm her body down. Her voice was lower than usual, raspy with arousal.
"It is."
To save at least a bit of dignity, Kathryn subtly shifted away from you, hoping you wouldn't notice. But you did notice. You noticed everything. After years of working in a brothel, learning to anticipate everyone's needs, you could read her like a book.
"Don't be so shy..." You said with a low, soft chuckle and leaned in even closer to her. You hand changed its position and moved from her arm to her collarbone. Your touch was like fire and it wasn't even skin to skin. And yet it burned. It set aflame feelings she thought were long gone and buried.
"Miss 'Karell', I am simply here to do my job-"
"Right, about your job. So it is hard. Stressful. Isolating." You whispered, your hot breath brushing right against the sensitive skin of her neck. Your hand continued to travel over her chest, her ribs, her stomach that tensed under the lightest of touches. "Tell me, are you...involved with someone? Married, perhaps?"
Kathryn had to bite back a sound of pleasure. All of this intimacy was something she craved, but why was she receiving it at such a bad time? Your question made her scoff, but it came out as a soft, breathless huff.
"No, not married. Single."
"Single? A gorgeous woman like you? That explains why you are so stressed, you have no one to take care of you..."
You gave the woman a soft, sympathic pout, looking up into her eyes. Your body was practically pressed up against hers. Soft, inviting. Your robe slipped off your shoulder to reveal more of your skin. This was wrong. This was bad. This was against everything she stood for. And yet...
Her inconvenient arousal was getting to her. She looked up at you, jaw slack, cheeks flushed, her breaths shallow. It was embarrassing how easy you were able to affect her. How your words hit every one of her worries and frustrations. Her loneliness, her stress, her need for some touch. They were at an all time high. She shook her head gently and mumbled.
"I can assure you, I do not need anyone to take care of me."
"You may be a Captain, but you're a woman first. And us women, we have needs, don't we?"
Your hand landed on her thigh, and the softest of whimpers slipped past her lips. She looked away in embarrassment, covering her mouth. This was madness. If only her crew saw her like this. So pathetic and helpless. Her panties drenched and her mouth dry.
"Needs are overrated..."
"Oh? But don't you just wish someone would...touch you?" You planted a soft, lingering kiss to her neck, one which made her moan into your ear.
Another kiss.
"Kiss you?"
One more.
"Fuck you?"
Every kiss, every whisper, every touch, all of it was making her crumble. And your last words. So crude. So dirty. They nearly made her cum on the spot. Her voice came out as a shaky gasp as she finally gasped out:
"...yes."
"That's what I thought."
She didn't protest as you pushed her down on the couch and began to slowly unzip her unform, revealing the blue shirt underneath which accentuated her soft curves. Her hands gripped the velvet material underneath her as she tried to hang on for dear life. Her hips were already bucking up in the air, and tiny gasps and whines kept slipping out. She watched with blown out pupils as you removed her uniform jacket and tossed it on the floor. She knew this wasn't good, but she was too far gone.
"Let me see that body of yours. Arms up."
You whispered, and without question she obeyed. You slowly removed the turtleneck, leaving her in nothing but a plain white bra to cover her up. She trembled underneath you as the cool air hit her pale skin. It's been so long since someone saw her like this. So exposed. And it made her feel both aroused and embarrassed. But all she cared about was having your hands all over her.
"Aren't you beautiful..." You murmured under your breath, your eyes drifting over each curve that decorated her petite frame.
Without hesitation you leaned down and began to trail kisses along her neck. Her skin burned underneath your lips, and she arched right into the heat, whining with both frustration and pleasure. Her hips bucked up once more, but she didn't get the friction she needed. Craved. Longed for more than anything. As her back arched, you used to opportunity to reach behind it. Without much trouble you found the clasps of her bra and undid them in a few swift movements, then tossed the garment aside.
And as Kathryn was left there, her freckled breasts completely bare to your gaze, a wave of self consciousness washed over and she closed her eyes. It really has been too long since someone saw her naked. She was used to being in uniform. Being the Captain. But now she was just Kathryn.
Still, her arousal was too strong, her juices were practically dripping by now. And so she managed to look you in the eye and whispered.
"Please...touch me."
"Let me take my time, beautiful. You deserve it."
Slowly you leaned down and began to focus on her breasts. At first you just planted warm kisses all over her soft, supple skin, drawing out all kind of sighs and gasps from her. But as your tongue began to swirl around her nipple, a louder, nearly pornographic groan left her lips and she arched into your mouth. Her nails nearly ripped the material of the couch with how hard she was holding on. Every swirl of your tongue, every flick, every kiss, it was just making her needier.
You fully straddled her lap and gently pinned her wrists to the cushions, and the lack of control just made her both frustrated and...cared for. Like she could finally shut her brain off for the first time in months.
"I need more... Please, please..." Kathryn whimpered when your tongue began to work on her other nipple, licking until it was bright pink and taut, sensitive even to the air around you.
"So needy, Captain..." You teased with a soft smirk, but when you saw the desperate look on her pretty face, you knew you couldn't hold back any longer.
One last time you kissed her breast, then let go of her wrists and began to kiss down her body. Her tummy tensed underneath your lips and she threw her head back, keeping it against one of the fluffy pillows. The kisses came to a stop when you finally reached the edge of her pants. You lifted your head up to look at her, then slowly undid the buttons and slid the piece of clothing off her. Her long, slender legs trembled at the cool air, and she instinctively clenched them together in one last attempt to keep some pride. But it was too late for pride. You grabbed the waistband of her panties, then pulled them off her. It wasn't hard to notice the sticky, shiny stain on them.
"Look at you...so wet for me. Practically dripping." You murmured, making her face become even redder than before.
You grabbed her by the thighs, then slowly parted them, exposing her dripping, aching cunt to your gaze. Her hips bucked once more and a little huff left her lips. She felt exposed, vulnerable. And she needed you. Bad.
"God, just...fuck me! Please..." Kathryn cried out softly, her juices already pooling on the velvet fabric beneath her.
"So needy." You whispered.
But you yourself were done with the teasing. And finally you buried your head between her warm thighs and your tongue dived in. You dragged it up her pussy, gathering her juices while your nose brushed right against her clit, then got buried in the soft, red hair that decorated her mound.
Kathryn cried out and practically pushed herself against your mouth. Her body was overly sensitive. Every brush of your tongue made her thighs tremble and her hips raise. Before, she didn't even realize how much she needed this. To be properly pleasured. You looked up into her eyes, and she reluctantly returned the gaze. It was embarrassing. Getting fucked in a brothel. But it felt too good. Way too good.
Her thighs clenched around your head and she cried out, too lost in all the sensations to know what she was saying. "Just like that, Y/n.. R-Right there...!"
And though you wanted to correct her, you didn't. You didn't want to take your mouth off her. So instead you gave her a sharp slap on the thigh, one which made her gasp. The unexpected pain, the sting of it, it just made your tongue feel more heavenly. She was never into pain, no. But it made her see stars.
Your arms wrapped around her thighs as you pulled her legs over your shoulders, raising her hips right into your mouth. The new position was almost too much to handle, but then your tongue began to flick over her clit. Quick, relentless strokes. Repetitive motions right over the sensitive bundle of nerves that had been neglected for so, so long. Kathryn lifted an arm, trying to grip you by the hair, but it soon went limp and fell back onto her side as your tongue increased pace.
"I think... Oh fuck, I think I'm gonna cum! Ah!"
At her words, you didn't hold back any longer. Without breaking eye contact, your lips latched onto her clit and you began to suck gently, and that very action pushed her right over the edge.
Her juices gushed out and dripped down your chin, staining the couch underneath you. She cried out so loud you were sure everyone in the brothel would be able to hear her, not that it was uncommon. Kathryn felt like she was in heaven. For a second all she could do was feel. Feel your warm tongue right against her neglected pussy. Feel your hands on her sensitive thighs which clenched around your head once more, this time tighter.
Her climax lasted nearly a minute before she fell back onto the sofa, sweaty and panting. Her usually put together hair was now messy, covering her face and spreading all over the pillows. Her thighs were shaky, and she felt as if she wouldn't be able to walk for the next few minutes.
With a satisfied grin you gently pushed her legs off your shoulders and sat up, licking her juices up from your lips with a low hum. She watched with hazy eyes, trying to catch her breath. She couldn't even remember why she came here. Her brain was useless.
"I hope my service was...satisfactory." you murmured, slowly running your palm up and down her shaky leg.
She just nodded, completely dazed, and whispered. "Yes, it was...s-satisfactory."