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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW TNG/DS9 Mind Over Body 1/9 (T/C, T/G) [NC-17] SluFF
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Title: Mind Over Body ~ Adventures of Deanna Troi ~ SluFF
Author: Kinko (lisa1759@rcn.com)
Series: TNG/DS9
Rating: NC-17
Codes: T/C, T/G, T/B, T/G/B, G/B, T/D, T/W, T/P, T/Du, T/Dmr, T/R
Part: 1/9 of Section 1/2
Summery: Enterprise visits DS9 and Deanna, the fearless slut (who'd 
seemed to be in Phase ever since she began her sexual adventure), 
gets in to all kinds of trouble.
A/N: This is just a part of series of stories I've written 
as `Adventures of Deanna Troi'.  Loosely related to cannon, very 
loosely and lots of fannon.  I hope it fits in for the Sluff, even 
though I would consider Deanna as a sexually empowering.
Warning: lots of het w/little bit of slash  & rough sex 
Archive: Yes, please.  Just let me know where.

~Section 1 ~ Part 1 ~

"Are you sure about this place, Doctor?"

"Trust me, Deanna.  Keiko told me he carried the best and the newest 
lines of clothing from all over the quadrant.  It's run by a 
Cardassian who just needs the right person to negotiate to get the 
good price," Dr. Crusher told her friend as she patted her on her 
ass and added, "You are it."

She looked at the doctor and asked, "Are you sure I can handle him?  
I'd heard rumors that he preferred men."

Dr. Crusher shook her head.  "Deanna, Sweetie.  You don't realize 
the power you have over people.  Besides we're not talking about 
state secrets.  We're talking about a dress for me.  Who knows, you 
might even get a free dress out of it."

They walked through the promenade of DS9 amongst various storefronts 
and located Garak's shop.  Dr. Crusher already saw the dress she 
wanted displayed in the window.  "That's the one I want," she 
pointed to a pin striped dress.

"Are you sure?  It looks more like men's.  Oh, never mind."

"Come on, Deanna.  Use your charms and get me a good price!" Crusher 
nudged Deanna by her ass into the store, squeezing them for good 
luck.

As soon as they walked in, they were met by a lanky 
Cardassian.  "Ladies." he greeted, "Welcome to my shop.  I am Garak, 
your friendly tailor.  How may I help you?"  He had a very nice 
smile, Deanna thought.

"My friend is looking for a dress," the doctor gestured to the 
petite Betazoid.

"Ah!  For the Federation gathering this evening?"

"Yes," Deanna answered with a smile.  "I'd like to make a great 
impression since I'll be attending with Captain Sisko."

"Indeed."  Garak liked what he saw.  Normally he preferred men but 
Deanna was beautiful in anyone's eyes.  "I believe I have several 
dresses that will suite you."   Then he walked over to the back and 
brought out two dresses and gestured them to a large dressing room.

Deanna walked into the changing room and started to remove her 
uniform.  The doctor quickly came up behind her, "Here, let me help 
you," and pulled off her top.  Crusher watched Deanna's reflection 
in the mirror with a smile and reached around to grasp her bare 
breasts.  "You are so beautiful, Deanna Sweetie," and began to 
fondle her.  Then she pulled down the uniform completely and began 
to run her fingers over the crotch of Deanna's thong while trailing 
kisses down her shoulder.

Deanna wasn't sure if this was part of Dr. Crusher's plan but she 
could see Garak watching them with his piercing eyes while the good 
doctor continued to play with her body.  She moaned, "Please 
Beverly. we're here to shop."

"You're right," the doctor answered and helped Deanna with her first 
dress.  It was a lovely piece, a basic black dress.

Deanna turned to Garak and asked, "It is a lovely dress but I'm not 
sure.  What do you think?"

He approached and caressed her body in various places to smooth the 
material.  "It is a beautiful piece but I believe that's because of 
you."

"Thank you," she answered with a smile.

"But you are a beautiful creature, Commander."

"Troi.  Counselor Deanna Troi of the Enterprise."  Then she reached 
out to gently caress his shoulder as she added, "But please call me 
Deanna."

Then it dawned on him.  "Of cause.  You must be the Deanna I'd heard 
of."

Deanna was taken back a little.  She wondered if she had a 
reputation she needed to worry about.   "You'd heard of me?"

"Yes.  The O'Briens' mentioned you to Dr. Bashir, our CMO.  They'd 
said how you'd helped them when they had problems and also 
Lieutenant Worf spoke highly of you.  You must be a wonderful person 
to impress a Klingon like Worf."

But before Deanna and Garak could continue with their conversation, 
Dr. Crusher lightly tapped her forehead, "Shit!  I forgot.  I had a 
meeting at 1400 with my department."

Deanna put on her pouty face.  "We have to go?"

"No, Sweetie.  I have to go.  You stay and enjoy," then she glanced 
at Garak and added, "I'm sure you're in good hands," and gave Deanna 
a deep lingering kiss.  She reached around and groped Deanna's ass 
as she whispered, "Don't forget about the dress in the window," and 
walked out the store.

When they were alone, Garak smiled broadly at Deanna.  "Very 
interesting doctor.  She seems to enjoy touching you."

"Yes.  She's attracted to me.  She can't do that all the time on the 
ship so when we're not, she likes to take advantage."

"Ah. then you and the doctor."

"No, we're just friends.  I just like to have fun.  Besides I much 
prefer men.  What about you?"

"I prefer beautiful creatures."

"A very evasive answer," she teased as she smiled.

"I like to call it tactful," he answered as he gestured her back 
towards the changing room.

She returned to the back and pulled off the black dress.  Standing 
only in her thong, she asked, "Can you help me?"

"Of course," he answered and picked up the next dress.

She stretched her arms up while Garak slid the dress on over her 
ample breasts, rounded curves and to her feet.  This dress clung to 
every inch of her body that it looked as though it was painted on in 
deep red but it had intricate cut outs through out, which in reality 
revealed more of her.  She looked at herself in the mirror, while 
running her hands over the dress, "I love this!"

"Yes, red is definitely the color for you.  It is the color of 
passion."  He admired her in the dress, which was little tight 
around her breasts, but it worked well with her body as it squeezed 
them tightly together.  It was also little too long.  He kneeled in 
front of her and picked up the hem.  "I could alter this in time."

She looked down at Garak as she asked, "What do you think?  Would 
Cardassian males find it attractive?"

"Why Cardassian?"

"I believe Gul Dukat and his crew will be at the function and I 
think I better make good impression if we want to continue with the 
cease fire."

"Indeed, they will find you attractive but it won't be the dress 
they'll be looking at," then he ran his hands up her legs, pulling 
up the dress.  "I believe this will look much better without any 
undergarments," and slowly pulled off her thong.  He smoothed the 
material over her ass, lingering his touch, "See, much better."

"What if I become aroused during the party?  I don't want stains to 
show on the dress," she asked with her mischievous smile.

"This material will not show any stains."  Then he ran his hands up 
her legs again, hiking up the dress.  "But if you're concerned, we 
could test it right now," he added as his mouth hovered near her 
mound.  When she answered, "Yes, I believe we should," Garak nudged 
her legs apart and slowly lapped at her pussy.

"Umm." Deanna moaned.  She had skilled tongues on her before but 
this was something else.  She wasn't sure if it was just Garak or 
Cardassians in general.  There was roughness and wideness to it but 
the part she enjoyed the most was the firm tip.  "Oh, Garak.  this 
is good. you're very good." she continued to moan, pushing him 
further into her crotch and when she peaked, she grabbed his head 
and rubbed herself into his face.

Garak lapped and drank every drop of her sweet juice then he looked 
up with a smile.  "You are sweet, Deanna."

"Thank you," she answered then caressed his eye ridges as she 
added, "I think I want to test one more theory."

He rubbed his face into her tender hand.  "And that would be.?"

"How it will stand while I'm being fucked."

Garak stood, pulling up the dress.  "For that you must remove the 
dress," and pulled it completely off.  Then he unzipped his pants, 
pulling out his hard cock that had been throbbing since the moment 
he laid his eyes on her and held up her leg to guide it to her 
opening but before he entered, she held him off.  "I heard you 
preferred men."

He looked at her with a smile.  "Normally. but I also appreciate 
beautiful creature and indeed you are one," and started to push 
himself in.  He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes from the 
exquisite pressure.  "Oh god. it's tight. I forgotten how. woman 
were." he groaned.

When he was buried to the hilt, she informed him, "I hate to tell 
you this but I'm not like other women."

He pulled back slowly with strain on his face.  "You're right.  You 
are definitely not like any other woman.  You are one of a kind, 
Deanna," and pushed himself back in.  "No wonder Worf spoke highly 
of you."

As he continued with his slow tortures movement, she asked, "What 
else did he say?"

"Please. don't ask me that. not right now.  I can't carry on an. 
intelligent conversation."

Then she wrapped her leg tightly around his hip and held him 
there.  "Now tell me."

"Please, don't do this to me," he pleaded as he tried to move but 
was surprised by the strength of her leg.  "Okay, Okay.  He said he 
didn't want his wife anywhere near you.  That if Dax touched even a 
single hair on you, someone was going to get hurt and I strongly 
believe he was not referring to you.  Now please, can I move?!"

She eased her leg and Garak started his torturous pumping again as 
he mumbled, "Method you use. to extract. information is amazing.  
You should. be in Obsidian Order."

Then she stopped him again and he looked at her with ire in his 
eyes.  "What now?!"

She smiled as she said, "The dress."

"It's yours.  No charge.  Now please let me fuck you!" he begged.  
She eased her hold and this time he pumped into her vigorously, 
moaning, "Oh god. this is torture." Deanna rewarded him for her free 
dress with kisses all over his face.  Then he yelled, "Oh shit!" 
repeatedly as he banged her into the wall with his body and finally 
yelled out, "Oh god, Deanna!" as he shot his Cardassian seeds into 
her.

He released her leg, panting heavily and leaned into her.  "That was 
good.  Better than good."

She held Garak's face in her hand and asked, "My friend, Dr. Crusher 
wants a good price on that dress in the window."

Garak laughed resting his forehead on hers.  "Deanna, you sure know 
how to ask for what you want."  He held her naked form in his arms, 
caressing her back as he added, "She could have it for half off. if 
you come back tonight before the function and let me help you get 
ready. along with my friend."

"Who's your friend?"

"Dr. Bashir."

She thought about it for a moment then asked, "Half off?  .Okay."

He smiled as he said, "Tonight," and kissed her using his Cardassian 
tongue she loved so much.

~TBC~

A/N Hi!  This was my first time posting a story here and I hope I 
did all the codes right.  As soon as this post comes out right, I'm 
planning to post the rest of the story.  I'm little nervous because 
this is my first major erotica and first time writing a minor 
slash.  I hope I did justice.  If you like it please let me know and 
if you don't, any constructive criticism is fine.  Thank you!   ~ 
Kinko ~




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