The green-skinned Orion slave girls who are so popular at the farthest-flung brothels in the galaxy are, like the Romulans, distant relatives of the Vulcan. Because their skin has little pigment, the green color of their blood shows through quite plainly.The humanoid's sexploitation of the Orions has become a matter of deep concern to Romulans. Might be an explanation for why they hold humans, Federation or no Federation, in such high suspicion. They can't help but wonder why Vulcan seems indifferent to the plight of the Orions. The Orion are a primitive people. They hail from a lush, fertile world which supplies their every need without much effort on their part. Being at heart like the Vulcan, they only expend the effort that is really necessary to survive. They normally only wear a decorative string of beads, since the weather on their home world is generally warm and pleasant. This led the first humans who encountered them to conclude that they were sexually licentious (which in fact they are not). Since, before the hominid's came, they had no natural enemies, they tend to be innocently trusting. The Orion national character can be neatly summed up thusly: They are easy targets. Humanoids came to Orion, realized that Orions had no more sense than the Dodos, and promptly set to exploiting them. The easiest way was to grab the mature females, and force them into sexual slavery. There is a ready market for the rental of female flesh, and the traders who first introduced the Orions to the sex-trade circuit were regarded practically as heroes. They had provided the first truly alien flesh for purchase, and a hungry market of horny, mostly Terran men mightily approved. Terrans are among the most highly favored of Hominid Species. Not only do they hail from a planet that can only be described as a paradisaical garden spot, but they have propagated like Tribbles, covering sector after sector with their colonizing progeny. Trillions of humans of Terran ancestry are scattered across the galaxy, and half of them are male. Half of those males seek the embrace of a strange female just for kicks, and for half again as many, the stranger, the better. The market for sexual toys for human males is huge, and there is huge money to be made if a trader is, shall we say, morally challenged, but financially savvy. The simple, uneducated Orion women found themselves herded like cattle into makeshift prisons-cum-brothels, where they were offered no choice but to submit to the embraces and demands of human men. Most of these human men just happened to be of Terran ancestry. Here, in fact, is where Spock comes in, since, in his roundabout way, he is of Terran ancestry. Welsh, to be precise. |
Spock, being half-human, did not go sexually dormant for seven years like the average, garden-variety Vulcan male would. He remained erotically viable between Pon Farrs, as a human would. He was forced by necessity, and more than once, to ask for his Captain's indulgence so he could attend to his own bodily needs. Fortunately, Kirk was beyond understanding: he had a very positive attitude about Spock's unique half-breed sexuality. Any time Spock was in need of some very personal help, Kirk was more than willing to lend a hand, and other body parts as well. Spock therefore counted himself among the most fortunate of men.
Still, all was not well in paradise. Kirk was determined to convince Spock that he had to sample the embraces of some women to really know what was what. Not that Kirk wasn't willing to be Spock's primary partner, he was. It's just that he wanted Spock to be equally sure. Kirk also wished to preserve some breathing room for himself since he still loved women too.
So it came to pass that the two men who loved each other were together on the prowl for female flesh.
When the Enterprise made a regularly scheduled stop at the notorious Benecia colony, Kirk took an obedient and eager Spock with him on what was to be a riotous tour of Benecia's famous flesh-pots. Jim had been here many times before, and he knew the ins and outs well enough to initiate Spock into the human sexual mysteries.
Unfortunately, Benecia's normally race-blind whores drew the line at one of Spock's kind, whatever that was. House after house refused them admittance. They would have gladly admitted Kirk, of course (and the sensitive Spock knew this), but they drew the line at a complete genetic mystery, which Spock, in essence, is. Discouraged and bone-weary, Jim and Spock sat side by side on a bench in the main mall, struggling to emotionally regroup.
"We could get a room and call for a girl!" Jim suddenly enthused. "Once she's there, what...what's she gonna do? If nobody's watching, what the heck! She might go for it!"
Spock sighed. "Jim," he softly said, "Perhaps we could just get a room." Spock's idea at this point was simply to avoid further humiliation.
Jim thought of it only as a challenge to his ingenuity. "You got it, buddy!" Jim agreed, still plotting. "Whatever you want, you know it."
Jim acquired the room key while Spock lurked outside, then they slipped into the room with a minimum of fuss. Once ensconced, and after a bit of soothing sixy-nine, Jim resurrected his idee fixe.
While browsing through the local directory, Jim blurted, "These people, 'BJ XPress', they're top notch. You tell 'em what ever you need, and they make it happen for ya."
Spock was skeptical.
"I'm tellin' ya...you don't wanna mess with these small-time operators. That was my mistake. The ones who handle the crowds, they've seen everything. They're the ones with the experience - we gotta go with that."
As usual, Jim seemed sure of himself. Spock respected that.
"Here's the deal: we call for a girl, she shows up and is agreeable...we are in business! If she is not agreeable, at least we didn't waste time running around."
Spock couldn't fault that logic. Spock trusted Jim's leadership, in this area especially. After all, if not for Jim's sexual adventuresomeness, they wouldn't have even come to this point.
Kirk called for a call-girl, and since he was the one with specific requirements the conversation continued for several minutes:
"BJ Xpress, how may I help you?"
"Hello! I'm looking for somebody pretty special. You got anyone who is big breasted, and *firm*?"
"By that do you mean firm breasts?"
"You got it!"
"Certainly, sir!"
"Uh, yeah. I need somebody who is D cup or better!"
"Hmm. I think we can accommodate you...."
"Be Sure."
"I am sure, sir. May I have your credit card number?"
"Hold *on* a minute, I got some other questions!"
Meanwhile, Spock was twisting in a private hell, contemplating all the varieties and types of rejection he could conceivably bear. Not that he wasn't a "tough guy" as Jim might say, as tough as the best of them. It's just that even tough guys sometimes dream of eating pussy now and then. Privately, he was hoping that the whore hadn't serviced too many other men previous to them that night. If she was already too well-used he was sure he wouldn't like that. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. If she showed up and didn't like him, she might refuse to stay. Jim wouldn't like that. If she only pretended to like him but secretly was repulsed, he'd know. Could he even function under those circumstances? He wasn't sure he wished to find out.
Spock asked Jim, prior to her arrival, if he couldn't instead conceal himself in a nearby closet. All the better to observe all. After all, he is a scientist. He had never been in a position to simply observe Jim engaged in copulation with a female, and he found the idea quite titillating.
Spock was hiding in the closet when the rented girl arrived (a healthy looking human: not Terran; no doubt a colonist of Terran ancestry), and he watched the whole thing from a convenient vantage-point, concealed from her gaze and awareness. Jim got an extra kick from the whole encounter knowing that he was putting on a spicy show for Spock.
After Kirk's craving for a female of his own kind was assuaged, he couldn't wait to be shed of her and free to devote his attention once again to Spock. He dismissed the prostitute rather perfunctorily and immediately sought Spock's approval. He now had the notion to prowl the town again, in search of a woman that would entertain Spock. Spock was by this time doubtful that such a search might prove fruitful, but he agreed to the quest since Jim seemed to think it would be amusing.
The distractions of the bawdy, crowded, colorful tourist-trap they had beamed to soon overwhelmed their senses. Jim insisted at one point on being granted leave to explore the possibilities presented by a huge bookstore, and Spock was relieved to be temporarily free of his adored friend's goading. They agreed to meet in the main mall within a half-hour, but Spock was sure Jim would soon lose track of time and would be late, and he planned to adjust his actions accordingly.
Spock immediately made his way back to a sex arcade he had spied that Jim refused to allow him to consider. It was what the Captain dismissed with contempt as "a sewer", but Spock had telepathically glimpsed a genuine opportunity. Of course he couldn't be sure it was legitimate without investigation, and with his scientific and masculine instincts in a full state of arousal, he entered the plain-looking establishment, which he was pleased to note was open to all. He was required to slip his credit card through a slot before admittance, but there was no other obstacle presented: no attendants to sneer at his humble hope for comfort. Spock understood that he had been automatically charged a flat rate upon entry.
What he found within was a single large room, primitively divided by temporary partitions into dozens of stalls. Within each cubicle, a single naked female reclined alone, unless she was entertaining a male customer. For a few moments the spectacle of the many humans engaged in intercourse interested him, but a disquieting sensation soon interfered with his enjoyment. As he came near one woman, he sensed she was unwell. She seemed barely aware of herself, but quietly miserable, as if trying to awaken from a nightmare. This was unusual, but what was even more unsettling was that among these women it seemed to be the norm.
He followed a delicate beacon vibe, the one he had felt before, to a remote corner of the brothel to discover a most pitiful sight: A petite green woman with black hair. Undoubtedly an Orion female.
Little was known of the simple Orions, but Spock knew enough of them to suspect quite strongly that they were distant relatives of the Vulcans and Romulans. He had hoped one day to encounter Orion people, but certainly not like this.
His presence had caused some curiosity among the other customers, but in the main he was ignored.
He hesitantly touched the Orion woman, and felt for her mind, but it was utterly disordered. Still, her spirit clasped his probing thought, like the sticky hand of a tiny child. He felt compassion. "This is outrageous", he thought. "This woman, these women are drugged."
Kirk marched straight into the center of the bookstore and stopped in front of a table piled high with bargain books. He liked histories, biographies, collections of quotes or weird facts, anything he could use to liven up conversation. He began rearranging the piles, happily snap-judging every single book by its cover until he was astounded to find in his hand a collection of Vulcan fables. "Look at THIS!" he exclaimed, so of course everyone looked at him for a moment, but he didn't notice. He impulsively decided to buy the book and show it to Spock at once.
He assumed Spock would still be nearby, and when he didn't see him immediately he was momentarily taken aback. He turned, scanning the crowd, but couldn't locate him. He heard music, so he moved in that direction. He knew Spock. Guy'd probably bought a bag of peanuts and was lurking near the street musicians picking up pointers. No? Ok, well, they had agreed to meet here in a half-hour and Spock would be here in a half-hour. Punctual. That was Spock.
Jim glanced at the clock in the mall and seeing that he had more than twenty minutes to waste, decided to stroll about a bit. He stopped at a confectioner's and sampled a local candy that tasted like a cheese to him, but it turned out to come from some insect. Ew. Across the plaza he spotted what looked like a Terran-style ice cream parlor, so he trotted over for something a bit more familiar. He zig-zagged up and down the length and breadth of the plaza, eating his ice cream cone and following his fancy. There certainly were a lot of pretty girls out tonight. He watched them, they watched him, everyone was happy. He set the book down on a bench and stepped away from it to watch and see if anyone tried to take it. His rather peculiar idea was to stop the would-be thief and engage them in a conversation about why they wanted the book. That would be an interesting conversation. Especially if it was a pretty girl! Hey, stranger things have happened!
He puzzled for a while about strange things he knew of that had happened, then realized with a start that it was time to meet Spock.
He toured the plaza at a brisk pace, did the whole circuit. The mall clock had to be wrong. He asked a pretty girl if she had the correct time, and she pointed at the mall clock. Wow, can you believe it! He hadn't seen that there! Why not share a smile, it costs nothing...
Inside he felt a growing unease. This Was Not Like Spock.
Spock stayed by her side, his hand resting lightly on her arm. He strove to make sense of the images that seethed in her brain. He doubted she knew her own name. She certainly had no education. She seemed to know nothing of her own history or people, as if she had never been socialized. He became frustrated, and chose instead to consider rescue options that might be viable. He could attempt to bear her away, but all the women here needed help, not just this one. He was stopped cold with indecision. He knew it was time to meet Jim, but couldn't bring himself to leave her.
"Kirk to Enterprise."
"Scott here, Captain."
"Scotty, where is Spock?"
There was a pause. "He...beamed down with you Captain."
"We got separated. We had arranged a rendezvous, and he's not here. I want you to tell me where he is."
"Ay, sir, I'll find him." Kirk waited, eyes still scanning the mall crowd. "Captain, he's near you..."
"Where near me?"
Mr. Scott overlaid a street map on the coordinates map. "Two blocks west, one block north and two doors north on the east side. He's inside, sir."
Kirk followed the directions and knew a peculiar mixture of anger and wicked joy when he realized where they led him. That dirty devil! He hated like hell to go into that place, but there was no other way...well, he could just wait outside, but he didn't want to be caught lurking here by anyone who knew him. He went as far as the vestibule, but balked at going in. He looked through the window in the barrier and saw Spock, waaay in the back.
Spock, sensing his nearness, looked up to see him and beckoned urgently for Jim to come in, which he did, with manifest resentment. He strode straight to Spock, and as soon as he was within earshot, began complaining.
"You are going to repay me...!"
"Jim!" Spock said sharply, "Look."
Jim stepped up to see what looked to him like a green child, curled naked on a cot. "What the...what the hell is this?"
"Orion I believe, Captain. And she's been drugged."
"Spock, we are leaving here NOW, mister!"
"Jim, no, look around you. Look at the women."
Kirk said, "I don't really care to Spock, this frankly disgusts me..." Then it dawned on him what Spock was saying. "Orion? Really? She's just a kid -what...kind of low life..." He looked around taking it in and his stomach turned a flip.
"They are all in dire condition..." Spock began.
Kirk was off. "WHAT KIND OF CESSPOOL IS THIS!? WHO'S IN CHARGE OF THIS HELL-HOLE!?" He stormed up and down the rows of stalls ranting, shaming and terrorizing all the customers and demanding to confront the so-called person who was so-called responsible around here, Somebody Was Making Money Every Time Some Slime-Sucking, Low-Born, Throwback of a Regulan Blood Worm *Sleazed* through those doors, AND HE WANTED TO KNOW WHO THAT WAS.
Kirk set off the fire alarm, and when even that didn't discourage one stubborn customer who, incredibly, was striving to continue in spite of this uproar, Kirk pulled the guy off and tossed him out of the cubicle. The guy threw a punch so Kirk solidly clocked him. Hey! It was a reflex!
Two rather ugly-looking Benecian "businessmen" came into this war zone bearing weapons, and demanded that Kirk stop right where he was to wait for the police and the MPs.
"Great!" Kirk exclaimed "I'll wait! I wouldn't want to miss it! And call for an ambulance too, 'cause you'll need it!"
He grinned broadly as Spock discreetly took both gangsters down with a couple of timely and well-placed neck-pinches.
Kirk bundled up the woman nearest to him in her grubby sheet and ran with her in his arms to the street. He sat her on the sidewalk and she fell over. Kirk knelt to hold her, and began calling out to anyone nearby about the disgraceful situation inside, and by the time the fire department arrived had already attracted a crowd to which he resumed preaching as soon as he had the firemen working on evacuating the place. The Police arrived and Kirk won them over to his way of thinking ~just in time~ to greet the Military Police, and welcome them to the party.
Soon the filthy brothel had been evacuated and citizens and medical personnel were attending to the semi-conscious women. Spock maintained a close interest in the nameless Orion woman. He searched through a pile of donated clothes himself to find something modest to clothe her with, and when Dr. McCoy arrived on the scene Spock insisted he treat her first.
"Malnourished, dehydrated, addicted to opiates...she'll have to go through withdrawal, and in her weakened condition might not survive it." McCoy pronounced. He looked at Spock, who cradled the tiny woman in his arms. "Don't suppose she has relatives who'll come get her. She sure is a long way from home. I wonder if anybody cares what happened to her."
"I care for her, Doctor." Spock said.
McCoy said, "I have another question for you, Spock. What were you doing in there in the first place?"
Spock and Kirk exchanged a long look. Spock quietly said, "I sensed... a presence. I went in to investigate."
"What exactly do you intend to do with her, Spock?" McCoy sniped. "Keep her as a pet?"
For one moment Spock considered the oddly amusing idea of keeping a woman for a pet.
"Doctor. Don't be absurd."
It was a good question, though. What was he going to do?
Jim Kirk took a quick run around the corner, hoping, but no...the book was gone. Perfect! He sure would like to know who's got it now.
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