Shoe Fetishist’s Guide Ch. 02
She sat with her head leaning against the cold glass of the window. It was raining. Soft pellets of liquid release rolled downward, downward, and out of sight. Normally, this would be relaxing weather for her: she would put on her favorite leopard-print fuzzy slippers, cuddle underneath her favorite red flannel blanket, and stare at her favorite collection of Van Gogh’s artwork. Yes. Rainy days meant staring at sunflower fields with the dissonant sounds of Channel 12 in the background.
But no. Not today. Today as nature poured her wrath down onto the suburbs, Julia was curled up- not comfortably, but contently- in the passenger seat of her boyfriend’s ratty old Impala. The Impala that he swore he would restore “one day”; yet it had been four years and that “one day” had yet to materialize. Either way. It was just a car, and she did not care all that much: cars were frivolous things. Well, that is, when you had four of them. Four cars was three cars too many.
“So,” he cleared his throat and pounded his fists atop the blue steering wheel. “Are we going inside or what?”
Julia nodded in acquiescence but this was where her mind, body and spirit diverged. She knew, mentally, that she had to get out of the car and go out into the rain; she didn’t want to; and she knew that she was being the best friend possible by doing so. Or, well, a friend. She was being a friend. Because friends go shopping for god awful, wretchedly uncomfortable high-heels of doom on rainy days. Because friends know it’s important to not give their friends “more” to worry about three weeks before their weddings. That’s just how friendship works and what friends do. At least, that is, for those of us with breasts. So Julia groaned and took the obligatory fifty or so steps away from the car and into the mall. She swallowed her annoyance and frustration, and simply sighed.
“What now?” he smiled and offered her hand a slight squeeze of support.
“I don’t know,” she pouted. “Fuck, Benji, I don’t want to go shoe shopping today.”
He took a step back, as though shot by a stray bullet in some turf warfare, and clutched his chest. His face lit with mirth as he giggled. “My god! I think I’ve been…shot. Did you just say….Jules, my god! You didn’t say you…..don’t want…..must…can’t….”
Julia stood back, crossed her arms over her chest and tried her damnedest not to laugh hysterically. The point was to look stern. Fuck it! She knew she didn’t look even remotely authoritative like this. She let her arms fall to her hips and she snorted. “Would you cut it out?”
Benji jumped up and offered her a mock salute. “Ay, ay, captain!”
“We need to find grotesque heels for this heinous affair,” Julia directed, allowing her eyes to peruse the entrance to the mall quickly. Why she was even bothering to access the situation, she was not sure: she knew the mall like the, well, the fingers of her masturbatory hand. Ah, the mall. In this corridor, there was nothing but a video game emporium, some movie retailers, the food court, and Hot Topic. No, this portion of paradise would not do. She paused and turned to Benji.
He was chewing on his right index finger. “Yes, ma’am?” he glanced up and grinned sheepishly.
“Quit that!” Julia slapped his meaty, tattooed bicep and sighed. “We need to go towards Macy’s, that’s where all the good shoe stores are.”
“You would know,” he snorted.
Julia took two steps forward, heard her boyfriend’s accusatory words, and spun around. “You know, you’re not making this any easier!”
“Hey!” Benji smiled, changing the subject very quickly and side-stepping the seething Julia. He approached the corral of plastic tables and metal chairs known as the food court. “I wonder if Paul and Jenna are here!”
Julia almost laughed- almost- but then her stern frown reappeared. Today was business, not pleasure. She winced. “Very funny.”
Benji pushed a chair back into place underneath its matching white table, and sighed. “Jules, what’s gotten into you? You’re in such a mood today.”
“Don’t even ask me if-”
“Are you PMSing?”
Yes, this was a man’s answer to every female problem. If a woman had her foot run over by a car and was in tears, she was PMSing. If a woman lost her checkbook and went into hysterics, she was PMSing. And if a woman had to spend the last $100 to her name to buy a heinous pair of heels to wear to her friends’ wedding and the thought made her want to commit murder, then well, certainly she was PMSing.
“Okay,” Benji cleared his throat and grabbed Julia’s hand. Peace offering. He would behave now. “Where are we going? Imelda, lead the way.”
Julia ignored his obviously pathetic attempt at humor.
* * *
The boxes were piled three feet high. There were the purple strappy heels that just would not do; her bridesmaid’s gown was blue. There had been three different pairs of lime green kitten heels that she had had to try on, just because. Those were no good either. A pair of silver open-toe sandals had seemed promising at first, but when she nearly took a nose-dive into the salesman’s crotch, well. Those had become a hell no. And endless procession of Dyeables had followed: heels, flats, kitten heels, platforms, sandals, slip-ons, mules, and more. Nothing was inspiring.
And yet, somehow, she felt like she was coming off the high of a great orgasm. A multiple orgasm. For here she sat, in her favorite store in the entire galaxy, buried in boxes upon boxes of shoes glorious shoes. Surely, there would be no better way to die. Death by shoes. Yes, that was how she wanted to go when the time came.
Benji groaned. “Jules, have you seen anything remotely tolerable?”
Julia considered this. Well, yes, she had seen many tolerable treasures. There had been the knee-high stiletto hooker boots that she just knew would do wonders for their sex life; but somehow, she didn’t think they’d be appropriate for the wedding. There was also the pair of patent leather mules that had sang her a beautiful aria of comfort when she slid her little toes into their soothing interior. But again, those could not attend the wedding either. She groaned and stared at her bare feet. “I want them all.”
Benji groaned again, this time, tossing his head into his tattooed hands. “Jules, we’ve been here for two hours.”
“There’s still five more stores,” Julia smiled with the realization. Yes. Perfect. Five more opportunities to find a new set of twins that would make her life positively radiant. And that’s just how it had to be: the shoes had to be perfect. Her feet had to sing. Her life had to-
“Jules?” Benji laughed.
She glanced up from the pile of tissue paper wrappings and cardboard boxes. “Yes?”
“You look like you just had a giant orgasm!” Benji snorted. He stood up, stretched his arms just high enough to allow Julia a peak at the soft fuzz around his navel, and then he sighed loudly and yawned. “Jules, we better help them clean this shit up and then get to the next store. It’s already three.”
Julia nodded and allowed him to offer her a hand and bring her to her feet. Shoes. So many shoes. So many shoes, so little time.
* * *
“Explain to me what is wrong with that pair of shoes!” Benji demanded, staring down at the focus of attention: Julia’s petite, size five feet.
She continued to parade around the store in the Prada heels, making soft mewing noises, sighs, moans, yips of delight. Clearly, getting the shoes off her little toes and back into the box was going to be somewhat of a fiasco. She looked like a queen as she pranced around the tiny store in the expensive heels. In fact, they were too expensive, she sighed. “I want these,” she frowned. “They speak to me.”
“Oh yeah?” Benji snorted from his seat on the leather sofa. “What do they say?”
Julia considered this for a moment as she stared at her figure in the full-length mirror. “These shoes make me look thinner.”
Benji coughed and nearly choked on his own saliva. “You are on drugs, Jules. Shoes can’t make you look thinner.”
“Actually,” came the all-too-familiar voice as the familiar male took a seat on the sofa beside Benji. “They can. If the angle of the heel is a perfect forty-five degrees, then it accents the musculature of the calf and gives the illusion of firmer, more shapely legs.”
Julia turned and glanced at their visitor. “You’re right!”
Benji glared at their third party addition. “Joel, what the fuck are you doing here?”
His younger twin shrugged. “I was in the mall looking for a new watch for mom, I saw Julia prancing around in the window of the store, and I thought I’d stop in and say hello.”
“These shoes must have me!” Julia sighed wistfully.
Both men stared at the primping female. The heels in question were high: not stiletto, not quite platform, above and beyond anything that could be considered kitten. They made the 5′ tall Julia easily a match for Benji’s six extra inches. Still, she was shorter than Joel. He grinned. “I agree, Jules.”
Julia walked over to the twins with a sad expression, tossed herself onto the couch, and sighed. “But it was not meant to be.”
Benji turned to answer her dramatic outburst, but his brother cut him off. “Is she always like this when she shops for shoes?”
The elder twin pondered this and nodded. “Always.”
“Jules?” Joel smiled, trying to be supportive. She looked outrightly depressed. “What’s wrong?”
Julia kept her eyes locked on the shoes on her feet. She frowned. “These shoes cost more than a month’s salary.”
Joel leaned forward, delicately clasping Julia’s petite foot and checking for signs of a tag. Nothing. She gestured toward the abandoned box in front of his feet. He lifted the cardboard and read aloud, “Three hundred eighty six dollars and ninety eight cents.”
“They’re on sale,” Julia sniffled.
Benji’s eyes went wide as he stood up and headed for the front of the store. “That’s insane!” He paused then gestured out into the mall. “I have to piss. Stay with Joel.”
Julia just nodded toward her comfortable feet. “I want to take you home with me, shoes,” she spoke softly, petting the black leather as she cradled the left shoe in her arms. “I want to give you a good home, but I don’t think it’s meant to be.”
Joel stared at her. Her brown eyes were awash with sadness. Her features detailed perfectly the anguish of shopping all day, finally finding the perfect item, and then having to put it back. She was being responsible and it was killing her. Nay, it was leading her toward the path of psychosis. She was sitting on the floor of the store, cradling a shoe like a baby, and speaking to it softly. As though it understood.
“I would have given you a nice home,” Julia whispered softly. “We could have stayed up late, listening to The Beatsteaks and Wolfsheim. Oh, you would love Wolfsheim. We could dance all night to their music, you and I.”
Joel shook his head and placed his small plastic bag onto the sofa. “Jules, if you really want the shoes, buy them.”
“Can’t,” Julia stated softly, never glancing from the shoes in question. “Can’t afford them.”
“I’m certain Benji would buy you ten pairs if you asked,” he smiled, patting her on the shoulder.
Julia shook her head, and her ponytail of soft brown hair bobbed. He noticed, for the first time, that she had delicate red highlights running across the crown of her head. Must be the lighting. He smiled. She looked like a child, cradling a beloved toy to her chest and mourning a separation.
“I’ll buy them for you, Jules. Give them to me!”
Julia yanked the shoe away from him. “No, Joel. You can’t!”
“Why not?”
“It’s not your responsibility to buy me shoes,” Julia stated, matter-of-factly. She stood up and brushed the thighs of her jeans off. She was no more than a size two and at her height, she hardly looked menacing glaring down at him. “Besides, these shoes are way too expensive.”
Joel laughed. “You said they were on sale.”
“They are.”
“And that you want them.”
“I do.”
“Then you should have them,” he smiled as he reached for the box a second time.
Julia kicked the box slightly, sending it just out of his lengthy reach. She sighed. “Joel, I appreciate this but I don’t think it’s meant to be. Three hundred dollars is just too much money to spend on shoes.”
Joel glanced up at her, curiously. “Not if you want them.”
Julia analyzed his words and took a seat beside him on the couch. She looked exhausted suddenly. She frowned. “Joel, part of life is being responsible and knowing when to say no.”
Joel nodded.
“And spending three hundred dollars on heels is not responsible. Especially when my bridesmaid’s gown only cost me two hundred dollars. No one will even see these shoes underneath my dress,” she reasoned aloud. Joel watched her try and convince herself. “It’s pointless to spend all that money on shoes when I already have so many pair.”
Benji reappeared in the doorway to the store, but a salesgirl raced over to steal his attention. Julia’s eyes observed him gracefully fielding her ecstatic questions and overabundant words. Clearly, she had not been paying enough attention earlier when they had entered. Or maybe she had, and she was waiting for the correct opportunity to strike. Benji without Julia. Benji without a woman. Benji Madden, alone. Yes, clearly this salesgirl would be on her cell phone calling all of the neighborhood tonight.
Julia sighed. “I guess we will have to say goodbye,” she offered in the direction of the discarded heels.
“I still think you should have Benji buy them,” Joel mused, leaning back into the couch and yawning. “And quickly. I’m fucking starving.” As if on cue, his stomach made a loud protest.
Julia stood up and stretched. “I’m not hungry.”
* * *
Julia swallowed her mouthful of Diet Coke and glanced across the wooden table at her boyfriend. She did not want to continue shopping, no. “I’ve had enough,” she emphasized. “Today sucked!”
“I don’t see why it’s such a big deal,” Benji groaned. Yes, they had gone over this topic at least ten times throughout the course of dinner. “Dinner”, even. He and Joel had ordered heaping portions off the menu; Julia had ordered a Diet Coke. They had even argued about this, but to no avail. She was clearly heartbroken over the shoes. He frowned. “Julia, after dinner we are going back to that store and buying you those shoes.”
“No,” Julia protested into her straw.
“Jules!” Benji argued, his mouth full of vegetables. He didn’t even bother to chew before he continued with his verbal onslaught. “You want those shoes, fine. We will get you those shoes.”
“No,” Julia yawned into her plastic cup.
“Jules!” Benji barked annoyed, slamming down his fork. He leaned back in the booth and groaned. “Please. I don’t want to argue with you here.” He gestured around him to the TGIF that they were seated at, South Corridor of the mall, right near Baker’s Footwear. Julia loved their $5 sales.
She yawned again. “I just want to go home.”
“I have to piss,” Joel yawned with a nod. “Be right back, love birds.”
“Neither of you has any manners,” Julie sighed softly.
Benji’s expression shifted and his hands remained jammed inside the pocket of his oversized Rancid hoodie. He looked annoyed. He was pissed. He bit his lip. “Julia, you’re really making this uncomfortable for me.”
“Why?” she questioned, staring off into space then back toward the bottom of her Diet Coke.
“You’re making a big fucking deal out of nothing,” he growled. Yes, now he was pissed. He stared at his baked potato and forgot his hunger. His blood was boiling. “I want to buy you the shoes.”
“No.”
He changed tactics. “Let me buy you the shoes?”
“No,” Julia frowned. “Benj, you don’t get it, do you?”
Benji shook his head and sat up straight in the booth. He reclaimed his fork and began shoving a piece of carrot around his plate in circles. He didn’t understand it. Probably never would. He owned ten pairs of shoes, nine of which were sneakers and eight of which had been given to him for free. Shoes didn’t matter. Shoes were not exciting. Tattoos, piercings, cars. Yes, those were exciting and worth collecting. But shoes? No. Shoes were a basic evil of life; not a pleasure.
“You can’t buy me the shoes,” Julia stated simply. “End of story.”
Benji rolled his eyes, frustrated. Then he sighed. Then he smirked. Yes, the idea was perfect. Yes. Everyone would win in this situation. He grinned. “What if I let you earn them?”
* * *
“Well this is awkward,” Julia smirked. She was pressed up against his chest with nowhere to go. Nowhere. The dressing room was not built for two, clearly, or for much movement. She side-stepped and avoided his toes by a small miracle. She grinned. “How do you propose that this is going to work?”
He grinned lasciviously. “That’s a good question, Jules.”
“You’re a bad boy, do you know that?” Julia smirked fiendishly, bringing her hungry lips mere centimeters from his pierced pair. “I should spank you.”
“Not in here,” he blushed.
“No, not in here,” she grinned, her movements were utterly cat-like. Feline. She was being seductive. He loved this. He knew this would be worthwhile. “But when we get home, you are getting a good spanking.”
“Mmm, I love it when you treat me bad,” he purred. Two could play the game.
“Do you?” she taunted, sucking his bottom lip gently into her mouth.
“Mmmhmm,” he nodded.
“I need to thank you,” Julia purred into his right ear, pausing long enough to offer a quick flick of the tongue to his earlobe. “For my shoes.”
“Mmmhmm,” he moaned softly.
“Shh, we don’t want anyone to hear us,” she pleaded, lowering her body ever so slightly and then pausing. “That might ruin the fun.”
He nodded, a sheer look of delight painting across his features. “You know I love you. Don’t you, Jules?”
Julia didn’t respond. She simply grinned lasciviously as she began to lower herself down the trail of his body. He found himself lost in the deliciously deviant look in her brown eyes as she moved lower, past his nipples, then even lower, past the trail of hair on his stomach, and finally, her lips brushed his erection.
“Fuck, Julia, fuck,” he growled softly. “That feels a-fucking-mazing.”
“Mmm,” Julia cooed softly, quietly. “We have to be quiet, baby. But you taste so good.”
“You always say that when you get new shoes,” Benji grinned but Julia didn’t respond. She simply continued to lick around the head of his cock, trailing a slow circle and then bobbing her head lower. Lower. She placed her lips dangerously close to his balls and he let out an involuntary sigh. “Fuck,” he found himself moaning. “I should buy you shoes more often.”
“Mmmhmm,” was Julia’s only response. Her sigh sent vibrations up his spine and he felt his knees growing weak. He wanted to scream out, beg her to move her head down further. To take more of him. But he couldn’t. He felt paralyzed as she glanced up at him and winked. “You are so beautiful, baby.”
“So are you,” he sighed happily. “I love you, Jules.”
“I love you too, Benj,” Julia grinned and quickly hopped up to her feet. “And I want you inside of me right now.”
“Here? In the dressing room?” he raised an eyebrow, curiously. This was not the Julia he knew.
Julia nodded. Her expression was wanton, hungry. Pleading. “Now! I need you, now!”
He found himself clumsily and quickly extracting Julia from her clothing, and forcefully driving his hips forward to bury himself inside her warmth. He was abundantly aware of the fact that his movements were awkward, at best, and hurried. But they were inside a miniscule dressing room in a department store, and he was nervous about being caught. Clearly, so was Julia. Because instead of her usual throaty moans, she was offering soft yips of delight. Very soft. He wrapped his arms around her back and raised her up slowly, then quickly lowered her ever so slightly; driving himself deeper inside her depths.
The Cardassian ship which had battled its way through the wormhole suddenly exited on the other side.
Sisko called out an alarm,
“Are you still there, what just happened?”
Jennifer entity and Sisko were walking on a beach it was a sunny day Jennifer was talking,
“More of your kind.”
Exasperated Sisko asked,
“Another ship! In the worm hole?”
“Worm hole! What is this?”
“It is how we describe the passage that brought me here.”
Suddenly, he was on the bridge of the Enterprise facing the entity Picard who was saying,
“It is to be terminated!”
“Terminated!” Sisko enquired.
“Our existence is disrupted whenever one of you enter the passage.”
Confronted by the Enterprise bridge crew, they were all shouting at him?
“Your linear nature is inherently destructive!”
“You have no regard for the consequences of your acts!”
Sisko Retorted,
“That”s not true we are aware that every choice we make has a consequence.”
Another entity,
“While, you claim you to not know what it will be!”
“We don”t!”
The scene suddenly changed to a bridge over a river on a sunny day the Jake entity was sitting facing Sisko, he asked,
“Then how can you take responsibility for your actions?”
“We use past experience to help guide us. For Jennifer and me: all the experiences in our lives prepared us for the date we met on the beach. Helped us recognise that we had a future together: when we married we accepted all the consequences of that act. Whatever they might be: including the consequences of, you.”
“Me!”
Exclaimed Jake.
“My son, Jake.”
The scene changed. Jennifer was lying there on a bed in a hospital a child was sucking at her breast. Sisko was standing by the bed watching.
Jennifer entity was saying,
“The child with Jennifer?”
“Yes!”
“Linear: procreation?”
“Yes: Jake is the continuation of our family.”
Jennifer mused,
“Of sounds of children playing.”
Sisko was suddenly standing on a baseball field a male player shouted out,
“Aggressive, adversarial!”
Laughing Sisko explained,
“Competition, for fun: I played on a holodeck. It”s called Baseball!”
Now dressed as a baseball player Jake enquired,
“Baseball! What is this?”
“I was afraid you”d ask that: I throw this ball, this other player stands between us with the bat, er, and he tries to hit the ball in between these two white lines.”
A long pause as the entities look about the playing field.
Sisko continues,
“The rules aren”t important, what”s important is; it”s linear. Every time I throw the ball a hundred different things can happen in a game. He might swing and miss. He might hit it; the point is you never know. You try to anticipate: set a strategy for all possibilities as best you can. But in the end it comes down to it throwing one pitch after another and seeing what happens. With each new consequence the game begins to take shape!”
Another player retorted,
“And you have no idea of what that shape is until it is completed?”
“That”s right! In fact a game will not be worth playing if we knew what was going to happen!”
Jake asked,
“You argue your ignorance of what is to come.”
“That may be the most important thing to understand about humans. It is the unknown; that defines our existence. We are constantly searching: not just for answers to our questions, but for new questions. We are explorers. We explore our lives day by day and we explore the galaxy, trying to expand the boundaries of our knowledge and that is why I am here. Not to conquer you with weapons but with ideas to coexist and learn!”
The scene changed and Sisko was back on the damaged star ship. A male crewmember was asking him,
“If all you say is true, why do you exist here?”
Sisko backed away. The heavy white light again surrounded him.
*Chapter nine*
Back on Deep Space Nine. Major Kira,
“First Officers log. We”ve rendezvous with space station at the former coordinates of the wormhole. All officers are now back on the space station and have taken up their regular duties. Unfortunately our scans have revealed not a trace of either the wormhole or Ducat”s ship. A few minutes ago to three Cardassian warships crossed the border, no doubt on the way to search for Ducat.”
On the bridge of deep space nine Kira called out,
“Mr O”Brien, can you establish a high energy thereon field before they get into sensor range? I don”t want them to scan our defence systems.”
“Ay Sir.”
Jadzia called out,
“They”re hailing us.”
Kira retorted,
“On screen!”
The view screen was activated, Cardassian appeared,
“I am Gul Jazard of the Cardassian Guard seventh order, where is our warship?”
“With any luck they are in the Gamma quadrant on the other side of the worm hole.”
“What worm hole? Our sensors show no indication of a worm hole in this sector!”
“That”s because it has just collapsed!”
“What!”
Jadzia rose from her seat and facing the monitor,
“We believe it was artificially created, that may be why our sensors have never picked up any of the unusual quantum fluctuations.”
“You expect me to believe that someone created a worm hole and now conveniently disassembled it.”
Kira spoke up,
“That”s exactly what I expect you to believe!”
At this point the view screen switched to three Cardassian warships. Kira turned away. Jadzia was taking a reading, she called out,
“There flooding sub space with interference it will cut off our communications with Starfleet. ”
O”Brien called out,
“They”re powering up phazers.”
Kira called out,
“Red alert! Shields up!”
“What shields?”
Jadzia said,
“They”re hailing us again.”
Kira called out,
“Open a channel.”
Gul Jazard appeared on the view screen,
“We do not except your explanation: somehow you have destroyed our war ship.”
Kira replied,
“Gul Jazard I assure you…”
“We demand the unconditional surrender of this space station, or, we will open fire!”
After a pause Kira replied,
“I”ll need at least a day to make the necessary preparations.”
“You have one earth hour.”
The view screen went blank.
After checking his figures O”Brien moved over to Kira,
“I can transfer all available power to establish a partial shield around critical areas. But if they hit the docking ring we will sustain heavy damage.”
Kira turn to Odo.
“Constable, if you would consider moving all personnel to safe locations.”
Odo left.
Kira asked Jadzia,
“What was the last reported position of the Enterprise?”
“At least twenty hours away.”
Kira responded,
“We”ve got to hold out till they get here.”
Julian enquired,
“I can”t believe the Cardassian”s would attack a federation out post?”
O”Brien chipped in,
“Dr. have you ever studied your military history of the border wars?”
“Yes.”
“Ever heard of the Setrick three massacres?”
Kira retorted,
“I assume Mr O”Brien you would agree surrender his not a preferable option?”
“You know what they do to the prisoners Sir!”
*Chapter ten*
Sisko was surrounded by heavy white light. Suddenly he was outside his destroyed living quarters on his ship. He cried out,
“What is the point of bringing me back here again, to this?”
Jake spoke,
“We do not bring you here!”
Jennifer spoke,
“You bring us here!”
A crewmember spoke,
“You exist here!”
Exasperated Sisko called out,
“Then give me the power to lead you somewhere, anywhere!”
Kia Opaka said,
“We can”t give you what you deny yourself. Look for solutions from within commander.”
Sisko looked down at the body of Jennifer.
“I was ready to die with her!”
A crewmember asked,
“Die! What is this?”
Jennifer said,
The termination of their linear existence.”
The scene changed and Sisko together with the entities watched as a crewmember forcefully removed him from his destroyed quarters.
“You”ve got to go now Sir!”
Sisko cried out in anguish,
“Damn it, we just can”t leave her here: Oh: No!”
The crewmember dragged a screaming Sisko into a corridor and out of sight.
Turning to Jennifer Sisko said,
“I never left the ship.”
Jennifer replied,
“You exist here.”
Sisko entered his quarters and knelt by the body of his wife. Sisko sobbed,
“I: exist: here! I don”t know if you can understand; I see her like this every time I close my eyes. In the darkness: in the blink of an eye, I see her like this!”
Jennifer said softly,
“None of this past experience have prepared you for this consequence.”
Sisko continued,
“I have never figured out how to live without her.”
Jennifer enquired,
“So you choose to exist here?”
Sisko nodded his head in response.
Jennifer reasoned,
“It is not linear!”
“No: It”s not linear!”
Sisko sobbed.
The entities looked down as Sisko cried: mourning the loss of his wife. He looked up at Kia Opaka and Jake, who slowly nodded. Sisko felt the white light surround him again.
On the bridge of Deep Space Nine Jadzia called out,
“Their lead ship is hailing us. Gul Jazard wants an answer.”
Kira called out,
“Are you ready Mr. O” Brien?”
“Yes Sir! When they penetrate our security field it should raise a few eyebrows over there.”
“All right let”s give them an answer: fire six photon torpedoes across their bow.”
Shocked O”Brien replied,
“We only have six photons major!”
Kira said resolutely,
“We”re not going to win this battle with torpedoes chief.”
“Ay, Sir.”
O”Brien hit a control at his station and fired the torpedoes at the Cardassians. He called out,
“An urgent hail from Jazard.”
Julian”s said to himself,
“Looks like we got their attention.”
Kira called out,
“On-screen.”
The Gull”s image appeared on the screen.
“This is your answer?”
Kira responded,
“You don”t think Starfleet took command of this space station without the ability to defend itself do you?”
Laughing Jazard replied,
“Defend it; your space station could not defend itself against one Cardassian war ship never mind three!”
“You”re probably right Jazard, and if you were dealing with a Starfleet officer they”d probably admit we have a hopeless cause here: but I”m just a Bajoran fighting a hopeless cause against the Cardassians all her life. So if you want a war; I”ll give you one!”
The Cardassian sat in shocked silence: the view screen went dead. O”Brien called to Kira,
“Kira remind me never to get in to a game of poker with you.”
Kira”s smiled to herself and turned away.
Onboard Cardassian ship an officer entered the bridge walking over to Jazard be said,
“They”re using a dampening field to block our sensors. But we were able to penetrate it.”
Jazard asked,
“What are their defences?”
The officer replied,
“According to our scans an estimated five thousand photon torpedoes, integrated phazer banks….”
Jazard enquired,
“When did they receive these armaments, how did they insert them without our knowledge?”
In a rage he threw a data pad across the room.
“Somehow of they have created a massive illusion of shadows.”
The officer asked,
“What if it is not an illusion?”
“It is!”
The officer continued,
“Why risk the confrontation; the fourth order can be here in a day!”
“So can Starfleet!”
On deep space nine Jadzia was at her station, Julian was looking over her shoulder. Jadzia was saying,
“Their lead ship is sending out a sub space message asking for reinforcements.”
Kira walked to Mr O”Brien” s station,
“Mr O”Brien!”
O”Brien responded,
“The ships are being deployed in a standard attack formations sir.”
“Battle stations!”
Cardassian warships took position around the space station and began to fire their weapons.
On the bridge O”Brien was moving from station to station,
“They may be just testing as. I could fire a compression wave from the phazer banks. Put out a blast that would make them think ”
“Do it!”
Responded Kira.
O”Brien fired. In response The Cardassian warships intensified their fire. The space station rocked as a massive explosion was felt throughout the bridge. Kira called out,
“Damage report!”
O”Brien replied,
“Direct hits level fourteen. Empty storage bays, no casualties.”
Jadzia called out,
“Shields down to twenty seven per cent!”
Another explosion rocked the station. Jadzia called out yet again,
“A fuel pipe has ruptured in the promenade!”
Kira called out,
“Can you divert the main power flow?”
O”Brien shouted,
“The controls are locked!”
The intercom crackled,
“Odo to Ops.”
Kira replied,
“Go ahead.”
“I”ve got a wounded people down here can that Doctor of yours get down here?”
Julian replied,
“I”m on my way!”
Julian left the bridge.
O”Brien called out,
“I am going to have to shut down primary power flow or the whole promenade will go up!”
O”Brien worked at his controls, after a while he said,
“That”ll do it for now!”
Another explosion rocked the station. Jadzia called out,
“Shields town to eighteen per cent and falling!”
O”Brien looked at Kira,
“I might still be able to give you one more phazer blast Major.”
“No! Signal the lead Cardassian ship that we will proceed with the…”
Jadzia interrupted,
“Major, I”m picking up a huge neutron disturbance fifteen killermetres off the port docking ring: it”s the Wormhole!”
Stunned Kira replied
“On-screen!”
They all watched as the Wormhole opened. Kira called out,
“Call the lead ship. What did I tell you Jazard: There”s your Wormhole!”
Jazard looked at his screen in utter amazement as the Wormhole opened before him. As he watched a runabout towing a Cardassian ship exited the
Wormhole.
*Chapter eleven*
On the bridge of the space station they heard Sisko”s voice over the intercom,
“Rio Grande to D S Nine.”
Overjoyed Kira shouted,
“On-screen, go-ahead commander.”
“Sorry to be late Major, our friend Gul Ducat had some problems on the other side of the Wormhole. I see you”ve had some of your own.”
“A few commander!” Replied Kira.
Sisko responded,
“Gul Ducat is signalling his ships to disarm. Clear for docking Mr O”Brien.”
“Ay Sir. Cleared for dock “C.”
Down on the promenade deck Sisko eventually exited from the air lock. He looked around at the damage, the injured people lying on the floor. People were running to and fro helping one another. Picking his way through the injured he made his way over to Odo and Julian, they were helping an injured woman. Kneeling down Sisko asked Julian,
“Casualties?”
Julian replied,
“Thirteen injured commander: no fatalities.”
Rising Sisko continued along the promenade deck he saw his son in a crowd of people and called out,
“Jake!”
Jake looked around and saw his father. As he ran to him he called,
“Dad!”
They hugged one another. After a while they walked away together.
Station log: “Commander Benjamin Sisko star date 46493.1. The life forms that created the wormhole have agreed to allow safe passage for all ship”s travelling to the gamma quadrant. With the arrival of the Enterprise the Cardassians have left the area.”
Captain Picard was talking,
“I suspect the sight of their warships being towed by a federation run about took the heat out of their fight.”
Sisko replied,
“Were not done with the Cardassians yet. Not with the strategic importance of that wormhole.”
“Well you”ve put Bajor on the map Commander this will shortly become a leading centre of commerce and of scientific exploration. For Starfleet one of our most important posts.”
“Captain regarding our conversation about someone to replace me.”
“Yes I”m sorry I haven”t had time to communicate that to command.”
“I would prefer if you would ignore its Sir.”
“I”m not sure that I can. You”re certain that”s what you want. Because we cannot afford to have a commanding officer who”s…”
Sisko cut in,
“I”m certain Sir!”
Taking Sisko”s hand Picard said,
“Good luck Mr Sisko.”
Turning the captain left the office.
Kira and Quark were walking out of his bar. He exclaimed,
“New rules!”
Kira continued,
You can”t cheat every customer who walks through the door any more. You”re a community leader now.”
“Very well, very well, perhaps we could discuss these new rules over a drink in the holowsuite?”
“Direct and to the point Quark as usual.”
“Business is business, Kira and you did make a deal remember!”
Kira remembered the bargain she made to allow him to holowscan her. Though reluctant Kira was intrigued also. She could visualise the sort of programme Quark would be making. Resigned, she allowed Quark to escort her to a holowsuite
Jadzia and O”Brien were standing outside her living quarters, talking,
“Miles you know this is the first chance we”ve had to talk privately since the Cardassian thing ended. Kira told me about my return naked from the wormhole and how she had to order you to fuck me during my aroused sexual state, for which I thank you dearly!”
“Believe me Jadzia I enjoyed it you were a damn good fuck!”
“Miles I”m sure I was but I was in a form of sexual oblivion and knew little or nothing about it.”
Reaching down she placed her hand into O”Brien” s crotch and began to rub it gently.
“Shall we go inside I”m sure you can rise to the occasion?”
“I”m sure I can let” s go!”
With her other hand Jadzia operated the door and pulled Miles into the room. The door swished closed behind them.
Quark activated the programme and when it was running they entered the holowsuite. Kira was amazed at the sight before her, a large room, tastefully decorated and furnished. Multi coloured drapes hung from the ceiling and walls. A large window looked out over beautiful countryside.
Stunned Kira asked,
“What is this Quark?”
“It”s one of the rooms in my house.”
“Quark it”s beautiful!”
As Kira walked around the room looking at the furniture, the many objects of beauty Quark”s lobes were where burning at the sight of her hips swaying, her beautiful tits bouncing under her uniform. Finally Kira sat on a large reclining settee; leaning back she pulled her legs underneath her. Calling to Quark,
“Quark, here, sit by me.”
As she patted the cushion next to her.
Trembling Quark moved towards the settee and sat down next Kira he could hardly contain himself as he took in the contours of her delicious body. Kira noticed that his lobes where changing colour; Kira reached out and taking hold of his ears began to gently run her hands slowly up and down contours of his ears. She watched in absolute amazement as Quark” s eyes rolled up into his head he began to tremble all over; suddenly deep inside Quark” s throat Kira heard a low growl, which as she continued to stroke his ears grew in intensity until finally Quark let out a piercing scream. Anxiously Kira enquired,
“Are you all right Quark? I know your ears are sensitive but I didn”t think I hurt you that much?”
After several moments Quark pulled himself together sufficiently to reply,
“Kira, Kira, stimulating my ears the way you did is similar to the way you would toss off a human. Ferengi anatomy is somewhat different to other species.”
“Do you mean to say; just by rubbing your ears you had an orgasm?”
“Yes!”
“Did you ejaculate; If so How?”
Quark opened his shirt revealing his chest and stomach: He had two nipples, a bellybutton which was protruding somewhat, about four inches. What caught Kira”s attention was the green slime that was oozing from it. She enquired,
“Is that your sperm, how do you get it into the female?”
“Its quite simple really Kira, the female has an opening instead of this; into which the impregnator fits!”
Amazed Kira asked,
“Can a Ferengi female reach orgasm?”
“Oh yes! Stimulation of her lobes will make her orgasmic.”
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