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  The Vulcan Vacation

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SUMMARY: Vorik the Vulcan tells a tale to his family about his days as an apprentice in the BlueMoon Writers Cavern. The tale depicts his and Salatrel's antics while they explore the planet Vulcan
 

 And it begins
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It was a cold winter night on the southern continent of the Nisus Colony. The night's sky lantern set the dark snow clouds to glow. Animals took refuge from the snowfall. The brisk night air was silent, except for the comforting hissing rustle of the millions upon billions of tiny individual falling snowflakes. Branches sagged, heavy laden with this newly acquired cold powder. A thickening layer of  glittery snow blanketed the rolling hills, turning the country side into a calm sparkling sea.
 
In her cozy warm home,  Raven gazed out the window while she peeled her carrots. She and her mate of  32 years were preparing for their arriving guests: their 4 children along with their mates and their children. Her mind fondly slipped back over the events of their shared life as she absently peeled the orange root, imported from Earth. Earth, the hub of the Federation: a planet she had never set foot on, but a planet that dictated much of their shared lives and the lives of their children.
 
The small woman felt familiar arms wrap around her waist and a chin rest lightly on her shoulder.
 
 "You require my assistance?" his familiar baritone murmured in her ear.
 
Her body molded against his in contentment and she let out a quiet sigh.
The comforting arms of her  mate, Vorik, were always welcome. Her hand released the carrot and with a thud it dropped into the sink.  Slowly, she turned around in his arms to face him. She looked into his handsome dark face. Dark upswept eyebrows, high cheek bones and a straight nose; a face which remained very much the same since the day they met. Being Vulcan, his body had a longer life span than her own human body. She appreciated his youthful appearance and vigor, as well as his stamina.
 
 Taking care not to soil his clothing, she rested her arms on his shoulders and her face came close to his. Her husband had spent the morning in solitary meditation. She had missed his presence, but she understood how he had needed some extra time alone. The impending visit of their children and their boisterous grandchildren always seemed to ruffle his peace of mind; he found the anticipation distracting as well. Therefore, he had taken a few hours to reassert his calm.  Raven sensed this balance through their bond and noticed  how relaxed his features now appeared.
 
 "Adun, all I require from thee is this,"  Raven kissed his lips very lightly, brushing her fullness against his softness. Vorik pulled her body tightly against his and pressed his lips firmly to hers. His hands roamed up and down her back while her carrot-covered fingers carded through his short dark hair. Their oral embrace continued until they heard a knock at the door. They smiled in their kiss reliveing a moment which had repeated itself while raising their 4 children on the Starship Voyager.
 
Still holding her full form close, he mumbled, "They move away and they still find a way to interrupt us."
 
 Vorik took a moment to gaze at his Aduna. Her gleaming long black hair, streaked with gray, was most appealing. Today she wore it gently pulled back  from her face and secured with a pin: a simple Andorian Brugert, a purple gem with a golden center. This jewel he had presented to her to commemorate the 30th year of their bonding.  His thumb stroked across her cheek as he noted her lovely visage. Her small face was the face of one who had gracefully matured with experience. Her voice, which had always struck something  within his being, had deepened since the first time she had greeted him in the mess hall of Voyager. But her eyes... her eyes were the same. Dark, intense, intelligent and joyful. Through the years, the intensity of their passion had waxed  and waned but their mutual regard never wavered. Raven was still the mistress of his heart, and in this moment, he shared with her his delight in her life having touched his.
 
 The door knocked again. Raven reluctantly pulled away form the comfort of his arms and returned to her sinkfull of vegatables. Vorik left the kitchen and entered  the living room to answer the door.  He opened the door and was greeted by the familiar faces of his four children.
 
 <<Yatau..>> Their unified harmony reverberated in his mind at the instant recognition.
 
 Then the overwhelming sounds and movements of his grandchildren broke through the peaceful barricade of adults.
 
  "Papa!!..." . The little ones burst through the door and clung to Vorik's legs. At the shouts, the babies began to cry. He found himself slightly amused by their affection and  became infused with a familiar regard.

And though all the commotion, he sensed his wife, <<So this is life>>they simultaneously exchanged with each other.

Exuberant joy emanated from the young children, especially through their telepathic touch. Every child he hugged and every one he kissed, just added to his sensory experience. His youngest grandson was placed in his arms. The turmoil of the crying 6 month old Ju'dak twanged at his calm, and his sensitive ears. Uncertain what to do, he handed the baby to his wife. Her soothing touch calmed the baby almost immediately. Vorik looked at this familiar scene with admiration and relief.
 
    After the greetings, they all settled in. Family refreshments were shared, then all sat for the evening meal. As the hour grew late and the children were put to bed, the adults gathered in the family room.

 Their eldest, Le'Vaya, brought with her her newest portfolio of vids which she had collected from her adventures in the Gamma quadrant. She had met her mate Dan'ert, a young Romulan, while passing through Deep Space Nine. The two had bonded and then traveled throughout the Gamma quadrant. She was now pregnant with their first child.
 
    "V-Di'ranov," Dan'ert addressed Vorik with the formal Romulan tittle. This was  their first meeting, Though he was an amiable young man, he still revered  the traditions of his people. Dan'ert, too was from a colony, Kavifemai  Rise.
 
 Vorik acknowledged the respectful title and replied to his son-in-law's address with a simple and silent nod.
 
    "Le'Vaya has told me about some of your adventures in the Delta quadrant while you were officers aboard the Starship Voyager." The young Dan'ert looked to his feet, acting uncertain about his next words. He gathered his courage and returned his gaze to his father-in-law. With a slight trepedation in his voice he continued, " But I was interested in learning about your adventures as a Master Apprentice of S'haile Selek's BlueMoon TrekSmut Sweatshop?"
 
 When the entire room fell silent, the young man had wondered if he had gone too far in his familiarity.
 
 "Yea, Yatau," Vorik's youngest son, Skonn chimed in. "Tell us about the Sweatshop. Those stories are always a lot of fun. And now that we are all  grown up .." And he grinned to his brother, Gre'shat.
 
 "Yeah, you may not have known this, Mama, but Skonn and I would sneak down here and read Yatau's books," The two young men snickered as they revealed their little secret.
 
 "My favorite kitausu-dvinsu (writing servant) was the lovely Vulcan, T'sai  T'Aitlu," Skonn offered.
 
 "Oooh," Everyone in the room remarked as Skonn's hands made the outline of a
  voluptuous female form.
 
 "When was your sa-mekh(father) in the writing caves and where are the caves? That was
    never clarified," Dan'ert, now realizing that this was a welcome topic of discussion, pursued it. He offered to pour another Vulcan ale for his father-in-law.
 
    Raven replied, "The Sweatshop is a writing cave, secreted deep within the caverns of a place in cyberspace called TSU..TrekSmut University. A place  for the denizens of the TrekSmut cyber community to gather and learn.  TSU  is where your father met the Romulan, Salatrel. It is difficult to explain but the  reality of cyberspace simultaneously coexists with our reality. Vorik was able to pass from one reality into the next with great ease."  The petite woman gazed upon on her son-in-law, gauging his comprehension.
 
 
    As the light dawned on the young Romulan's face, he turned to his aduna and grinned, "I would be very interested in reading TrekSmut stories." Before Le'Vaya could respond to her adun's suggestion, her sister's bold voice chimed in.
 
    "Read one about our Uncle Taurik, " requested their Starfleet cadet daughter, T'vel. She was seated upon the floor just as she had done as a child.  Her arms wrapping around her legs, her chin resting on her knees. Vorik had approved of her remaining in uniform this evening.
 
    "That was his twin who served on board the Starship Enterprise." Le'Vaya whispered to her adun. He took her hand in his and gently kissed it. As he patted her full belly, he was greeted with a kick from their son.
 
    Suddenly a book was thrust into Vorik's hands. It was his mate who was  leaning over his shoulder. Her soft hair brushed against his face as she leafed through the volume, as if searching for a specific passage.
 
 "Ahhh, this one...read them this one, aduna."
 
 A quick show of surprise passed over his face as Vorik read the title, "I cannot read this one. It is about me."
 
 "Of course you can..." She leaned closer to him and whispered n his ear. "I need a little refresher course on this technique which Salatrel demonstrates with you anyway."
 
 Through their bond he felt her stroke his pleasure spot. He had to quickly calm himself before his children could witness the effect their mother had on him.
 
 The children settled themselves to listen to their father read.
 
 Vorik cleared his throat and began.."'A-hem...'The Vulcan Vacation' by Salatrel."
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 MY VULCAN VACATION
 
By your friendly neighborhood Romulan, Salatrel
 
I take my leave
 

 While roaming the aisles of the kitausu-dvinsu, Vorik noticed a commotion at
 Salatrel's desk. With curiosity, he strode over to her. His robes brushed along the narrow aisles of the writing desks. She did not even notice his presence behind her as she collected books and tapes and stuffed them into her Star Trek backpack.
 
 "You are packing?" his soft baritone voice glided over her shoulder.
 
 She smiled and turned to look over her shoulder. Her face, framed by her dark curls, was brilliant with  excitement. Her green eyes were bright and a merry grin threatened to break out across her small child-like  face.
 
 "My hru'hfirh, (Lord) has given me leave to go on my trip!"  She continued with her
 packing.
 
 A confused Vorik furrowed his dark eyebrows and pressed her for more information.
 "Your destination?"
 
 With a final thrust of a book into her bag, she beamed at him. "We are going
 to Vulcan." She pointed at him, "You and me! " Then she pointed her thumb
 at herself.
 
 His eyebrows raised in barely contained surprise. Then he placed his hand
 on her arm. "The purpose of the visit to Vulcan is?"
 
 A mischievous gleam came into her eye. "Research!" and slung the pack over
 her shoulder.
 
 The young handsome Vulcan began then halted the spread of his smile.
 
 She smiled at his control and added, "For the Surak story."
 
 He looked crestfallen and his body slightly sagged in disappointment.
 
 She leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear. Her tiny fingers grasped at the lapels of his silken green robe. She lips brushed against his pointed ear as she shared her secret intentions with her muse. He gulped and nodded his quick agreement and flew from her side with great purpose. He practically knocked his twin brother, Taurik, down in his haste.
 
 With her bag on her shoulder and her short sword thumping on her thigh, the small Romulan woman ambled to the back office of S'haile Selek. With a slight rap, she requested admittance. There was a pause, then the familiar and friendly voice of her taskmaster admitted her with a hearty," It is open."
 
 Meanwhile, as Vorik rushed down the corridor. .
 
   He had a single purpose in mind.  The young man was making a mental checklist
 to himself of items to gather while in his chambers.  He almost missed his
 door and he had to skid to a halt.  He flung open his doors and dashed
 inside. He threw off his underling's robes and stood bare naked in the center  of
 his room. While  hurrying around his room gathering his things, he caught a
 glimpse of himself in the mirror and ceased his flurry.
 
 He looked at himself approvingly and then fingered his member "I hope she
 approves," he mumbled to himself as he fingered his member and played with
 the cock-ring wrapped around its girth.
 
 He ceased his self examination then returned to the joyful task of gathering his things. He
 grabbed his hidden stash of Romulan ale, k/s zines and his latest
 acquisition, a jar of Riilan. The ancient recipe for this white and spicy
 lubricant had been a recent discovery of the sweatshop staff.  The side
 effects the lubricant had on T'Khasians (Vulcaniods)was most...potent. He smirked to
 himself as he mused on the possibilities that he and his mistress may
 experience while under the lubricant's aphrodisiac influences. He carefully
 wrapped the breakable jar in his some heavy towels and packed it away.
 
 He let his mind wander to all the possibilities that awaited the two of them
 on those warm nights alone on their ancestral planet. Then he brought
 himself back to the present, closed his bag, threw on his travel clothes,
 pulled on his boots, grabbed his bag, then hurried out the door. He didn't
 want to give her a chance to reconsider her decision for their trip together.
 
 Back at the office....
 Salatrel depressed the latch and let the heavy door swing itself open. At
 the great desk, the Vulcan taskmaster was hard at work.

Dressed in his rich flowing robes of grey and black, he cut quite an impressive figure. It was no wonder that all the kitausa-dvitsu of the cavern found themselves seeking  his company. He had returned only last week from a much desired vacation with his own bond-mate. He had left the runnings of the shop in the capable hands of his senior writing servants and his assistants, Vorik and Taurik. Despite having kept busy with these concerns, the work of the sweatshop in general had still piled up. Now Selek  was finding himself having to work long hours to catch up. This left him little time for the friendly interactions with his staff. Interactions which he immensely enjoyed.

He looked up at Salatrel and watched as she put her backpack on the ground next to her.
 
 "I have come to take my leave of you S'haile." She said in a rush and then
 brushed her hair back from her face. "We should be back Thursday or Friday.
 Transports at times can be unreliable." She sighed and then dropped her
 hands at her sides. Just then there was another rap at the door. Once again
 Selek allowed the visitor entrance. His door was always open for any of the writing servants. Salatrel turned to see who it was and smiled when she recognized her t'hy'la, T'Aitlu.

T'Aitlu was the senior writing servant of the cavern. The two women had become close friends over these past few months. T'Aitlu's long black hair was gathered in the back with a silver ribbon. The same silver which was threaded throughout her rose colored webmistress robes, a hue which complimented the lovely Vulcan woman's complexion.
 
 "You are packed, " T'Aitlu stated,  noticing the bag at her friend's feet.
 
 "Yes," and Salatrel grinned a crooked grin. "I was just letting our S'haile know that I was leaving."
 
 And before she could stop herself, Salatrel took three giant steps toward
 his desk, leaned over all the papers and PADDS and planted a firm kiss on
 Selek's cheek.
 
"See you soon, " she added then stepped back.
 
 She gathered the bag off the stone floor and turned to T'Aitlu. Salatrel's
 shaky hand rubbed along her friend's warm  arm. "Talk to you soon."
 
 Once again there was a rap at the door. It  opened slightly and Vorik's
 head peeked in.
 "You are ready?" he inquired to Salatrel.
 
 "Yup" she replied with a final glance at her friends. "Bye" then she was
 gone.
 She had left with Vorik so quickly they had no time to say good bye back.
 ********************************************************************************Call us when you get there
 

 Later that night, while working overtime, the taskmaster's communications
 panel beeped with an incoming recorded message. Selek hit the comm panel to
 activate the message. On the viewscreen was the face of his underling,
 Vorik.
 
 "S'haile, this is a courtesy call to inform yoooooouuu. That we have arrived
 saaafely at Vulcan."
 
 Selek looked at the prerecorded message and wondered about the peculiar
 behavior of this man. Vorik does not usually stutter.
 
 The message continued.
 "The trip was uneventful.." Then Vorik jerked suddenly and continued but a
 smiling was beginning to creep across his face.
 
 "I had taken the liberty of providing a surprise for the Rihannsu. She had
 wanted to go swimming, therefore we are at the Terrrrrran Luxury Hotel. If
 you require to send us a message at any time." His eyes grew large and he
 gulped.
 
 Then in a hurried voice, "Well that is all for know..end transmission,"  he stabbed at the button on the console but missed.
 
 The image of Salatrel rose up. "Think they suspected?" she asked then
 wrapped her arms around her handsome friend.
 
 "No." He simply stated then kissed her hard on the mouth
 
 Out of the corner of her eyes Salatrel saw the flashing light which indicated
 that the message was still recording. She released Vorik, and with a great
 big grin, her face filled the screen. "uh-uh-uh," she teased and then
 winked. This time she made sure the comlink was closed and the message
 properly sent.
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 Hello Mother..Hello Father

 Two days later, a paper letter arrived at the BlueMoon TrekSmut Sweatshop.
 
The Terran Luxury Hotel
 

Dear T'Aitlu, Taskmaster, Taurik, T'Shal and friends,
 
  You are not going to believe this...but it is raining here on Vulcan!!! A
 torrential down pour like you would not believe!! We are stuck here!! There are no vehicles leaving the hotel at all. The transporters are being used on an emergency basis only. All persons are asked to stay indoors. There have been mudslides and flooding.
The authorities say there has not been a storm like this in 100 years. And they do not know when it will end. The storms just keep coming, one right after the other. Seems that I brought the rain with me.  So we will be stuck here for a few more days.
 
  Sigh. And there is no power either. Good thing I brought some books, paper
 and playing cards with me..Vorik, what are you smirking for? What did you
 bring for us to play with?
 
  Well, that is all for now. Miss all of you a whole lot.
 
  Salatrel
  ....bored on Vulcan
 
  PS from Vorik
  bored now..but not for long.
 
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News Flash

 Mistress T'Shal was reading over Selek's shoulder as the two discussed her
 latest installment of her bed time tales to the kitties. This young Vulcan writer had just recently joined the ranks of the kitasau. She had just rushed to the taskmaster's office eager with her latest offering and had not taken time to change her attire. She was still clad in her night robes: light blue, sheer,  low cut  and most appealing. The choice of revealing garments which the females usually wore, was an indication of the level of comfort all felt here at the cavern. Selek also considered it to be a fringe benefit which he was most apprecative of. With great effort, he drew his attention to her story, attempting to ignore  the site of  her ample clevage threatening to spill out of her snug bodice.
 

"No wonder T'Aitlu, is tired from her writing spurt late last night. This is
 most .. inspiring." And Selek shifted in his seat to give his growing member
 a more comfortable spot.
 
 They were half listening to the Vulcan news report on his viewscreen when a
 report about the flash flooding came on. They gave the reporter their full
 attention.
 
 "This is T'Peshel coming to you live from the plains of Revock." The tall,
 stately, dark Vulcan woman turned to her human partner.
 
 "And this is Wayne Ping. T'Peshel, I must say that this report should go
 down as another example of stupidity. "
 
 "Wayne, I would agree with your assessment of the situation. These two
 people who are now finding themselves stranded at the top of the rise
 surrounded by flood waters, seemed to have taken a most illogical course of
 action by ignoring authorities most repeated warnings about remaining
 indoors. "
 
 The camera zoomed in on two naked, mud caked figures huddled together on
 top of the rise amidst swirling flood waters.
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 "Is that? " T'Shal began.
 
 "Yes, it is." Selek replied
 ----------------------------
 
 
 "This is all your fault Vorik!" Salatrel grumbled at her muse.
 
 "My fault? " Vorik grumbled back to her while shivering from the cold. "Where did
 you ever get the idea of making love in the rain?"
 
 "Well, you should not have cast our clothes away like that," a shuddering Salatrel spat back.
 
 The cranky Rihannsu began to scratch as the mud dried on her skin.
 
  "We have to call the taskmaster. Gimme the trans-dimensional communicator."
 
 
 The little woman held out her mud covered hand, now drying and caking in the
 warm sun of T'Khasi.
 
 Vorik glared at her. " I don't have it. I thought you did?"
 
 "Now where was I supposed to put it?" she growled at him in growing
 frustration.
 
 He glared back at her, his retort remaining unspoken.
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 The shot pulls back out and once again is focused on the two reporters.
 
 "Ah, here comes the cavalry," The human reporter quipped as he spied a group
 of people carrying a boat over the heads. "Now that is a site you don't see
 on Planet Vulcan often. Fishermen!"

In the background, one can hear the unison chanting of "hut hut hut hut"  from the Vulcan fishermen as they trot to the water's edge.
 
"Indeed. " Agreed T'Peshel. "It seems that a rescue will be effected and
 their safety will be assured momentarily. We will keep you apprised of this
 most illogical report as events unfold. Back to you, Shi'kahr."
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 With the news room back on the screen, Selek could barely hold back his
 laughter. T'Shal gave the viewscreen a bemused look.
 
 "Do these things happen often to the staff, " she asked in wonder.
 
 "Nothing ceases to amaze me when it comes to these kitausu-dvinsu." And
 Selek continued to chuckle at the antics of the Rihannsu and her Vulcan
 sidekick.

End Part One
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TITLE:  New: The Vulcan Vacation
AUTHOR: Salatrel
SERIES: The BlueMoon Sweatshop. A/U but not Mirror
PART: 2/3
RATINGS: NC-17. Part three is  a graphic sexual description. Perhaps I should just warn you about the poor humor<G>
PAIRING: Vorik/f.....   Remember Vorik , the horny Vulcan from Voyager...actually the female is the character Salatrel, the Romulan writer at the cavern and Vorik is her sidekick muse.

SUMMARY: Vorik the Vulcan tells a tale to his family about his days as an apprentice in the BlueMoon Writers Cavern. The tale depicts his and Salatrel's antics while they explore the planet Vulcan

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This is the last straw
 
 
As the two T'Khasians trudged into the fancy hotel room, their mud covered clothing left a trail of wet mess on the immaculate white tiles.
 
 Salatrel and Vorik were ready for a much needed shower and rest. They looked
 forward to the amenities of their comfortable hotel room.
 
 The short stocky Ferengi hotel clerk disdainfully scrutinized the two bedraggled
 journeyers. He bared his teeth as he seethed
 "And how can I help *you*?" Scorn singeing his inquiry.
 
 Vorik answered him, not reacting to the Ferengi's tone.  "We require the key
 to our room. Number 543."
 
 With his palms firmly planted on the counter, the clerk scoffed at
 them,"You have a room here? I hardly think so." With a hurumph, he tugged on the waist of his uniform and  turned away from the pathetic pair.
 
 Salatrel and Vorik looked at each other in surprise. Then Vorik pursued the
 matter
 
 "We do have a room here, I assure you. It is registered under Vorik of
 Nisus. Check your computer and you will see that..."
 
 And the little rude man interrupted the Vulcan, " Our computers have been
 wiped clean in the power surge. All of our rooms are full." The snooty man
 sneered and glowered at Vorik, who was not accustomed to this kind of
 rudeness.
 
 Then Salatrel, finally succumbing to her impatience, stepped forward. She
 grabbed the scrawny excuse for a man by the lapels of his hotel uniform and held him to close to her face, practically yanking him over the counter
 "Listen you little weasel, we do have a room here. I am hungry, filthy and
 tired. I want my room key! Number 543." Then she threw him back.
 
 The hotel clerk seemed unintimidated by the Rihannsu's frustration and once again sneered at them. But he checked the key boxes nevertheless. He then referred to the paper list on which the names of all the present hotel patrons were listed upon.
 
 "No...a Mr. and Mr. Groper are in room 543. The room was vacant, so we..gave
 it away. " The man smirked and seemed to take a great deal of joy while imparting this information.
 
 "Well, " Salatrel took in a breath and with barely contained aggravation, she seethed through her teeth," Then where are our things?"
 
 "I do not know," he mocked as his nose twitched.
 
 "You don't know?" Salatrel's anger began to rise again.
 
 The snooty man looked under the desk and pulled out a basket. Inside were a
 collection of things with tags on them. He rifled through the collection and
 came up with a jar.
 
 "This is all that was found in room 543 by the cleaning woman. Nothing
 else was found." He smacked the jar down on the counter with a thud and
 glared at the two.
 " Now go!" The little nasty man hollered at them, " before I call the
 authorities. And take this skunk paste with you!" and with a dismissive wave of his hand he glared at the pair.
 
Vorik snatched up the jar and hide it in his sleeve. Salatrel was too stunned to notice Vorik's hurried motions.
 
 No money, no clothes, no passport!!
 
 Salatrel and Vorik were flabbergasted. They walked out of the hotel foyer,
 devastated.
 
 They walked the streets for 15 minutes, still stunned by their horrendous
 predicament.
 
 Stranded on Vulcan.
 
 Too tired to walk any further, Salatrel stopped, and flopped down on the
 sidewalk. Her body slumped while she sat on the curb vacantly staring into the gutter.
 
 "What are we going to do, Vorik?" Her elbows rested on her knees, her hands
  propped  up her head. Their depressing predicament was getting to her.
 
 Vorik quipped,"You could always dance?" he humorously offered.
 
 "What was that you snatched up off the counter?" she suddenly remembered
 from the hotel.
 
 Reluctantly, Vorik withdrew the jar from within his sleeve and presented it to
 her.
 
 She snatched the jar from his hands, glared at it and then smacked him in the head." So
 THIS is the cause of all our trouble!!!! You know how dangerous this stuff
 is. What did he call it? Skunk paste? I wonder if he...." and the two of
 them snickered at the apparent effect the Riilan had on a Ferengi. It made them
 nastier than usual!
 
After she had a good laugh, her mind got to thinking, "Well, maybe if we smear this on you, you could dance at the bars for us. Or do other things. We could be home before you know it." Salatrel offered quite brightly as she opened the jar, took out a handful and threatened Vorik with it
 
 "Now wait a minute," he got up and started to back away.
 
 She came closer to him teasing him with the Riilan.
 
 "Come on Vorik. Just a few days on your back or belly and we will be home
 free. It is the only logical course of action. "she quipped while waving her cream covered fingertips in front of him.
 
 And Vorik began to quickly walk away. Salatrel chased after him with the
 Vulcan aphrodisiac lubricant still clinging to her fingers.
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We want to come home

 
 It had taken them three Johns, but Vorik and Salatrel had finally earned
 enough credits to make a phone call to the taskmaster.
 
 "Hello" a soft female voice answered the phone.
 It was Elvira.
 
 "Elvira, put Selek on the phone! " Salatrel demanded as Vorik crammed
 himself into the phone booth as well.
 
 The redheaded human pulled the green double ridged phallus shaped lolipop out
 of her mouth and demanded in an equally forceful tone," And *who* is this?"
 
 "It is Salatrel, you stupid slut!! I don't have much time, my credits are
 running out. Get me the taskmaster or T'Aitlu."
 
 In a smug tone, Elvira replied, "They are in the tub and left specific
 instructions not to be disturbed."
 
 Beh-ker walked by Elvira and asked who she was on the phone with. "Salatrel"
 Elvira whispered
 
 " Ooh, tell her I said Hi," The sexy scantily clad Orion dancer mentioned excitedly.
 
 "Beh-Ker says Hi," The human on the phone added.
 
 "Elvira!!!!" Salatrel was getting desperate. They only had a minute left on
 their call and were getting no where with this idiotic red head.
 
 "Let me try." And Vorik reached his hand out for the phone. Salatrel
 relinquished it to him with a frustrated huff.
 
 "Elvira, this is Vorik," the Vulcan seductively announced into the phone.
 
 Elvira pulled the pop out of her mouth and instantly brightened,"Vorik. It
 is good to hear your voice. It has been so boring here without you and..."
 
 "Elvira, listen to me, love. I need to speak to Selek, Taurik or T'Aitlu
 right away."
 
 
 "But they are all in the tub, " Elvira whined then twirled the phallus
 shaped sucker in her mouth. She had sucked the head smooth and was now down
 to the second ridge.
 
 Vorik noticed that he did not have anymore time and used a last ditch effort.
 "Elvira, when I get back I promise you will have first crack at my cock. Now
 remember this message for Selek."
 
 Now he had her attenion.She straightened up and listened intently."Goooo on
 Vorik. I am listening"
 
 "Tell Selek, that we are stuck on Vulcan with no money and no passports and
 no way home. And we do not know what to do. Tell him to call us back here at
 555-1212. Right away! "
 
 Elvira furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. She pulled the sucker out of her
 mouth and quipped," Why don't you try Ambassador Sarek. I am sure he would
 help you."
 
 The Vulcan's jaw dropped in amazement, stunned that it didn't occur to him
 before. His recently battered hole itched in remembrance of all the
 activities of the past weekend, which now seemed to have been totally
 unnecessary. This silly human thought of a solution in a second. Unwilling
 to give her the satisfaction of knowing that she given them the solution to
 their predicament, Vorik simply reiterated," Just tell Selek to call us. "
 And then the line went dead between them.
 
 As he hung up the phone, Vorik turned to Salatrel and said good naturedly,
"You know, we could always go see Ambassador Sarek. "'
 
 Salatrel squealed in delight, "You're so smart!! Why didn't I think of that !" and she planted a huge kiss on Vorik's mouth.
 
 

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 Meanwhile, back at the BlueMoon TrekSmut Sweatshop
 
  In the lower levels of the caves, Vorik' s twin brohter, Taurik was seen walking down the corridor  towards the noisy room. He grinned then shook his head at the noise. Selek
 and T'Aitlu were 'attempting' to sing again along with the music that was  filling the room. T'Aitlu was many endearing things, but a singer was not one, and she knew it.
 
  He tightened the towel he had hastily wrapped around himself at the sound of
  the incoming call. But he was not in time. Who ever had called did not stay
  on the frequency for long. He stepped into the room just as Selek pulled
  T'Aitlu under the water.
 
  "So?" Selek looked to Taurik.
 
  "The call was answered, but who ever it was did not stay on the frequency."
   Taurik's towel was slipped off  and dropped then he climbed back into the
  huge tub. He reached for the controls and the jets came on just before
  T'Aitlu came sputtering to the top.
 
  "You two..." She wiped the water from her face. As much as she loved a bath,
  sharing one with them had not been her plan for the day. They were supposed
  to be working in the library and she had been leaning back, eyes closed and
  enjoying the music. Then she heard a noise and opened her eyes to both
  slipping into the water with her.
 
  "Why did you stop singing?" Taurik asked her calmly.
 
  "I can't sing under water." The naked Vulcan woman quipped.
 
  He relaxed against the series of water jets and closed his eyes. "I don't
  understand how we end up with so much more spare time since you've been
  back."

"You can thank my cousin, Sasev," Selek replied,"  for all of our extra time. He and his bondmate, T'Mara are doing an excellent job of cataloging the ancient discovery of texts in the new library."

" Oh, so that is what it is called now a days? " T'Aitlu snickered and sunk down further into the tub. Taurik stared at the soap clinging to her chest and grinned slightly at her  innuendo.
 
  Selek was just about to question her remark, when a squeal filled the room. He covered
  his ears then looked to the doorway. "Elvira. Must you?"
 
  Elvira was bubbling. "S'haile! Vorik! He has promised that I would be first
  when he returns."
 
  Taurik opened one eye looking to T'Aitlu. "Nice to know your place in your
  brother's life... I used to be the first..." He grinned at T'Aitlu's stare.
  She splashed him.
 
  "When did you talk to Vorik?" Selek debated getting out and back to work. He
  shifted his position slightly and the jets hit his back in just the right
  place and he settled back. A few minutes more wouldn't hurt, besides getting
  out while Elvira was there could be detrimental to his health. He looked to
  Taurik, his eyes were closed and T'Aitlu was depositing large handfuls of
  suds on his head.
 
  The sucker came out of her mouth with a pop. "Just now."
 
  Taurik sat up just as T'Aitlu was kneeling in front on him to push him into
  the water. When he went down, he grabbed her leg and she went under with a
  splash.
 
  Elvira squealed at getting wet. "He said you were to call him, S'haile."
 
  "Good. Where are they?"
 
  Elvira opened her mouth to answer then shut it quickly.  She looked to Selek
  then at Taurik, who was now breathing above water. "I..... I ...." She
  looked down at the floor. "I forgot."
 
  Selek drew in a breath ready to shout down the room and instead slipped under the
  water and sighed.
 
  Elvira ran over to the side of the tub and looked at Selek.
  "S'haile...ohhhh. In the water everything looks bigger!"
 
  Taurik started to giggle. "Elvira." He closed his eyes and shook his head.
  "Go. Next time write it down."
 
  She nodded as she popped the sucker back into place.
 
  Selek came back up,  slicking his dark hair back against his head. "Go. Elvira." She was still staring into the water and she was twirling the sucker a little faster in her mouth.
 
  "Elvira, trasha." T'Aitlu commanded and Elvira's attention was drawn to her.
 
  "Yes, T'sai."
 
  Selek and Taurik both looked to her, surprised by her ability at dismissing
  the Human.
 
  "*I* do not give in to her." She stated then looked down into the water.

She sighed then stood to leave the tub. The warm water flowed off her full body in rivlets, the bubbles slowly trailed down over her breasts and her hips.  While most of the suds drippped back into the water, some remained clinging to her shoulders, left nipple, and knees. Most striking of all was the foam trapped in the dark triangle between her legs. She noticed the stare of the two Vulcans. They were planning something.
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 The Danceteria
 
 
 After their shared bath, a clean and warm Selek was at his desk, making corrections and comments to T'Aitlu's latest story. As usual, her writings were most enjoyable and his
  member was beginning to strain against his snug robes. For his comfort, he undid
  a clasp. He contemplated calling her into his office in order to have her  .. clarify a point or two, when his communications panel beeped. He activated the panel and began to read...
 
 
   Dear Mr. Selek:
 
   You do not know me, but I was given your number by two of your friends,
  Salatrel and Vorik.
 
   {Selek shook his head in disbelief..<<I told them not to give this number
  out>>.}
 
  My name is Joe Scribner and I am a bartender at the Blue Moon Dancateria
  here in Shi'kahr. The reason I am writing to you .. S'haile, <smirk> is that I
  would like to submit a story to you. It is just a little description of my
  encounter with your two T'Khasians. And it goes like this......
 
 
   It was three hours before opening time. No one was in the bar except me and
  the cleaning crew. We keep the dancateria dark and cool for our frequent
  non-Vulcan customers. I was stocking the bar, going about my business, when
  the front door flew open with a crash. I squinted as the bright light from
  the Vulcan sun momentarily stung my eyes. And there, silhouetted in the
  brightness were two lithe forms. They moseyed in and gazed around the room.
  The door behind them squeaked closed on it own.
 
   Both wore dark sunglasses. With a flourish, they whipped them off their
  faces, folded and tucked them into their front pockets. The woman, small and
  curvy was clad in white. The man, dark and wiry was garbed in black. The
  woman snapped her tiny fingers, then extend a pair of fingers. He glided
  over to attend to her. Together they sauntered down the short case of
  stairs.
 
  As they approached my bar, I watched with great interest at this beautiful,
  but curious pair of T'Khasians. The man gave her a spin, then she settled
  onto the stool. He ambled up to the bar and leaned his elbows on the
  counter. I took notice of the woman. Her dark curly hair framed her
  seemingly childlike innocent face. But her upswept brows, pointed ears and
  mischievous grin made her look more like a devil than an angel.
 
   She smiled at me and my manhood began to quiver," We were wondering if
  perhaps.." And she leaned a little more forward to reveal her cleavage. My
  eyes were riveted. Her finger touched my chin and she lifted my face back to
  hers..." if perhaps there were any openings here for employment. We are
  looking for a way to make some quick and easy money for the night?" She
  requested in a deep and sultry voice.
 
   I swallowed hard and looked to the man. Though subdued, I could tell that
  he was enjoying how this Romulan vixen was making me squirm.

I stammered while balanced on her fingertip, " Ahhh,  yes.  As a matter of fact, we  could use some extra hands tonight."

Then she released me from her gaze and  turned to her companion. He raised a questioning eyebrow as their unspoken  conversation passed between them.
 
  My attention was drawn to him as he spoke in a soft baritone," What will be
  required of us?"
 
  I drew in a deep breath and blurted out,"This is our busiest night tonight.
  We need another dancer and another server."
 
  I crouched behind the bar and rummaged through the boxes beneath. I came up
  with a costume. It was silver, small and skimpy. The two T'Khasians looked at
  each other in barely contained shock.
 
  As I swung the silver slip on my finger, I asked good humoredly,"So who
  wears this?"  I grinned figuring it would be the Romulan.
 
  But she surprised me and asked,"Who will earn more money dressed in this?"
  And she held out a tentative hand to the skimpy garment, fingering the fabric
  with an appreciative gleam in her eye.
 
  Taking the bait,"Actually," I replied and nodded a head in his direction,
  "He would probably make more money dancing while wearing this."
 
  The young Vulcan man straightened in surprise at my comment.
 
  "We'll take it." And she took the garment from my hands, brushing her
  fingers against my knuckles and passed the slippery silver slip of an outfit
  to her peevish companion.
 
  With barely contained annoyance, he held the outfit against  his chest. His
  lips curled in revulsion as the silver barely covered his chest in two thin
  strips and made its way down to cover his crotch. He turned the outfit
  around to examine the back side and then began with a start,"Now just a
  moment, Salatrel..there is no back to this."
 
  "Sure there is," The cute thing replied as she examined the garment in his
  hands. "There is this string that runs up the back. It will stay on ..don't
  be concerned." And she smiled back at me. "Soo.." And her eyebrows raised in
  seductive amusement.
  " Where is my uniform?"
 
   Well, this little turn of events pleased me even more, '"Well, since he
  will be dancing in that..you will be serving...while topless." And I had to
  hold back my grin as I finished my sentence. "It is donut night you know.
  All you can eat and self service as well. "
 
  "So I just walk around with the tray of donuts and offer them to the patron
  while they watch the show." She grinned at her Vulcan companion then
  stuck her tongue out at him to tease him.
 
  "Well, actually , " I smirked at her self-righteousness," You wear the donuts
  and the patrons help themselves."
 
  A queer look came across her face."Wear the donuts?..Now how the hell am I
  supposed to wear..." And she ceased her tirade when she noticed how her
  companion was gently patting at his chest and smirking the most evil smirk I
  have ever seen on a Vulcan. Now I know why Vulcans practice passions
  mastery. That look on his face scared the hell out of me!!!
 
  "Oh, now wait a minute.." And she held up a single tiny finger and began to
  back away from my bar.
 
   But her companion wrapped his arms around her body and held her fast to his chest. He put a single finger to her lips to shush her and spoke for her.
 
  "We will be here. One hour before opening time?"
 
  I nodded my agreement to that arrangement.
 
  He released her and with Vulcan formality draped around him for the first time, he clutched his costume to his chest and intoned,"We are very grateful for your assistance in this matter."
 
 
 With that settled, she calmed down. She looked at me, gave me her pretty
  smile and ended with a slight bow of respect to me.
 
  In unison, they whipped out their glasses, opened them with a flourish and
  affixed them to their faces. This time, he snapped his fingers and she
  attended him. His purposeful strides compliment her hippy sway. He opened
  the door for her. They both glanced back in my direction. I gave them a
  friendly wave good bye. They nodded in acknowledgment and strode out the
  door into the hot blazing glare that was Vulcan.
 
  I smirked to myself and went back to wiping down my bar. "Crazy T'Khasians,"
  I mumbled to myself and chuckled one last time at their antics.
 
  So, Mr. Selek, I hope that you enjoyed my tale. And I would like to know if
  you would be willing to accept further submissions of mine. There are quite a
  few interesting characters who frequent this dancateria. Some you may even
  know<g>
 
  With my greatest of thanks
 
  Joe Scribner
  of the Blue Moon Dancateria
 
 
  Selek sat back in his comfortable chair. The cooling breeze in the caves
  felt good on his hot member as it lay limply between his thighs and it
  twitched in response to the temperature change. He steepled his fingers
  beneath his chin and considered a reply to this individual.
 
  Dear Mr. Scribner.
 
  Yes, it would be most acceptable for you to submit more tales to me here at
  the BlueMoon Sweatshop.  I see that you have the address.  I look forward to
  hearing more from you in the near future.
 
  Sincerely,
 
  Selek cha'Silek cha'Skonn
 
 
  An hour later there was a response...
 
 
  Why thank you Mr.Selek,
  There may even be an interesting tale I have about a prominent Vulcan whom
  you may be familiar with. Does the name Ambassador Sarek ring a bell?
 
  Joe
 
  And a smirking self-satisfied human leaned back smoking his cigar and
  drinking his beer.
 
  With this latest communique, the taskmaster's curiosity was piqued. He
  quickly replied to the human's message....
 
  Er....actually Mr. Scribner, he is my uncle.  (narrowing his eyes) what can
  you tell me about him?
 
  Mr. Selek
   ----------
 
  Two weeks later, after Salatrel and Vorik had returned from their
  vacation....
 
 
  "Well S'haile"..Salatrel began as she tried to find a comfortable spot on
  Selek's lap. Then her eye caught the Blue Moon Danceteria logo on Selek's
  desk
 
  "What the...." The Romulan picked up the pad and began to read." How the
  hell did he get our number?" she queried. Astonishment washed over her face.
  "S'haile don't answer any letters that this guys sends you. He is a dirty
  nasty old man. He made Vorik wear a silver G -string and I had to go topless
  while serving donuts .. from off my nipples no less. But none of the other
  girls had to serve them in that manner. Thank goodness Sarek and Amanda
  showed up at the danceteria when they did. Otherwise I may have had to
  (gulp) service that bartender. " Salatrel shivered at the thought of having
  that man's nasty...
 
  "Well, you are here now," Selek took the padd from her hand and turned her
  to face him. "And now that I know that, I will not accept anymore messages
  from him."
 
  "Good S'haile," the little Romulan looked down at her now empty hands.

The Vulcan Taskmaster arranged the small woman on his lap for his ultimate comfort. As his hands roamed up the tops of her thighs, he innocently inquired, "Now what can you tell me about my Uncle and his wife's visit to the danceteria?"

 A wicked grin spread across her face as she wrapped her legs around Selek's
 waist. "Well, it starts like this..Vorik and I had to earn a few more dollars in order to secure transport to the Ambassador's home out in the desert..."
 
 
 End Part Two

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TITLE:  New: The Vulcan Vacation
AUTHOR: Salatrel
SERIES: The BlueMoon Sweatshop. A/U but not Mirror
PART: 3/3
RATINGS: NC-17. Part three is  a graphic sexual description. Perhaps I should just warn you about the poor humor<G>
PAIRING: Vorik/f.....   Remember Vorik , the horny Vulcan from Voyager...actually the female is the character Salatrel, the Romulan writer at the cavern and Vorik is her sidekick muse.

SUMMARY: Vorik the Vulcan tells a tale to his family about his days as an apprentice in the BlueMoon Writers Cavern. The tale depicts his and Salatrel's antics while they explore the planet Vulcan

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 There's something about Amanda....
 
  "My husband, I wish to once again extend to you my great appreciation at
  your indulgence with me this evening," The lovely woman purred to the man at
  her side.
 
  As he opened the door for her, the couples' senses were assaulted with the
  sounds and smells and sights of the dark cave like hall. His sensitive ears
  rang with the overwhelming blare of music and laughter.  The booming beat of
  the heavy music pounded his chest. The overwhelming odor of smoke and
  alcohol and body sweat filled his nostrils. The colorful flickering strobe
  lights mesmerized him.
 
  The stately robe clad Vulcan man lead his petite human wife down the short
  stair case. They selected a table at the back of the hall. As the woman
  removed her hair veil, her husband glanced at her loveliness. He never
  regretted a day of life with her. Though so different from other women of
  his world, he found her to be exotic and pleasurable.
 
  The elegant couple glanced around the room. They recognized no one, and that
  was fortunate. Vulcans did not usually frequent this establishment, unless
  they had an appetite for the depraved.
 
 
  Salatrel was grumbling while serving donuts. She had had her nipples tweaked
   three times by dirty old men. And one woman had actually retrieved the
  donut off her nipple using her teeth. Now that was not so bad, she mused to
  herself. She walked towards the new customer at table 43. From behind she
  could tell that this patron was Vulcan..a first for the night. This bar had
  all sorts of characters, humans, Andorians, Klingons. She had given her
  number to a visiting Romulan dignitary too. Salatrel had given a wink while
  handing her the paper with the sweatshop's number on it. She hoped to meet
  up with her in the future.
 
  As Salatrel approached the Vulcan man, she thrust her chest out for him to
  retrieve his donuts. He didn't even look in her face as he looked at the
  donuts curiously. He held out a tentative hand and looked up into her face
 
  They instantly recognized each other and Salatrel squealed, "S'haile."  The
  Vulcan ambassador squirmed in his seat, hoping that the enthusiastic Romulan
   would not blurt out his name or title to the room. But to her credit she
  checked her enthusiasm, used her judgment and held her tongue.
 
  "Are you alone, S'haile?" Salatrel asked in a  seductive tone
 
  "I am here with she who is my wife." Sarek answered her levelly.
 
  "Oh," the disappointed Romulan replied."Where is she now?" Salatrel asked.
 
  "There" Sarek replied and with a slight nod, he gestured to the stage.
 
  To her utter  shock and amazement, Salatrel bore witness to quite a
  spectacle. There was T'sai Amanda, one of the most elegant and gracious
  ladies the Federation had even known, stuffing paper money into Vorik's
  silver G-string. The elegant human lady's face was contorted into a
  lecherous leer as she visually oogled the young Vulcan stud who gyrated his
  hips against hers. Vorik held Amanda by the hips and thrust his groin against her. She was
  hooting and hollering and laughing like a she was 18 years old.
 
  "She seems to know how to have a good time." Salatrel conspiratorially
  commented to the ambassador.
 
  "We come here to indulge in this human appetite of hers, " He answered her
  with great dignity.
 
  "Bet it will be a wild night tonight."Salatrel added
 
  Then the ambassador seemed to have sudden idea. "Perhaps you should join us
  this evening, Salatrel. He will be joining us, if my wife has any say in the
  matter." The Vulcan looked at her as if he had just suggested that they
  have tea together.
 
 
 
  This Rihannsu knew how to read Vulcan understatements. She grinned a great
  big grin and nodded her enthusiastic agreement. She returned her attention
  to the show on the stage.
 
  Now Vorik had Amanda kneeling before him. Her hands were caressing his
  furred muscular thighs and grazing his bulging member. Amanda's face was one
  of ecstasy. Her mouth lowered to his thigh and she gave his flesh a quick
  suck.
 
  He danced away from her and rejoined the other dancers. But their eyes
  remained locked. Amanda sauntered back to her husband and flopped down in her
  chair with flushed excitement
 
  "My husband," she began and fanned herself. Her hand reached for her drink
  and she took in a long quenching sip. She placed her glass down and wiped
  her mouth on her sleeve.  " He is the one. Let's wrap him up and take him
  home."
 
  Then Amanda noticed the Romulan standing before them. She reached out to
  Salatrel and took a donut from her chest, but not before closing her human
  fingers along the fullness of the Rihannsu's perky breast. As a reward for
  good service, T'sai Amanda brushed Salatrel's nipples with the back of her
  fingers.  Amanda brought the donut to her mouth and took a bite.
 
"My wife," began Sarak,"This is Salatrel."

The flushed faced human shot her husband a look,"You know this Romulan?"

"We are acquainted yes. She is a kitausu-dvinsu for the BlueMoon Sweatshop."

Comprehension passed over Amanda's face as she examined the physical form of the young Romulan. "I see..." and her words trailed off .

The women exchanged knowing smiles and silent mutual regards of admiration.
<<yes, >>Salatrel thought, <<a most interesting night indeed. >>
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  Salatrel, now dressed in her black tunic, had just told the bartender to take this job and
  shove it. Her meal ticket had arrived. Vorik joined the trio at the table.

Salatrel murmered to him as he took his seat by the Ambassador's wife, " Seems those Dirty dancing lessons from T'Aitlu have finally paid off." Vorik shot her a look as he sat down.
 
Amanda began to run her hands all over the young Vulcan boy toy the moment
  he got within arms length. He did not seem to mind her attentions.
 
  "We should be going," Sarek intoned and got up from the table. He held out
  his paired fingers and Amanda brushed her fingers to his. The couple walked
  away from the table towards the door. Vorik looked at Salatrel as if
  questioning their next move. She smiled at him and nodded her head in the
  departing couple's direction.
 
  "Come on Vorik," she grabbed his hand and held it tight."We are going home."
 
  He squeezed her hand back. They got up from the table and followed Amanda
  and her mate to the door. Vorik considered tossing the silver G-string to
  the bartender, but instead held it firmly in his hand and let Salatrel lead
  him to the stairs of the Danceteria.

We hear in a big booming voice from outside the story:
 
What happens when they get home??
Does Salatrel relieve Sarek once again using her Romulan House of Pain techniques?
Do Vorik and Amanda do the wild thing on the living room rug?
 Are they joined by Sarek and Salatrel?
What happened when they got back to Sarek and Amanda's house.?

Inquiring minds want to know.  This is ascem after all.
 

Vorik halts his stride. For a moment the music subdues.  The handsome young Vorik turns to you, yes you, the reader. He smirks as he breaks the aesthetic distance.

"Now don't feel ripped off, folks, ...Salatrel always leaves a prize at the bottom of the cracker jack box." Then he nods at you. He turns back to his Rihannsu companion and the volume resumes to its ear blaring level. The T'Khasians pair exit thru the door and into the bracing black night of Vulcan.
 
 
 

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 The next day the two T'Khasians were on a transport back to the sweatshop.
 
  "That was fun last night, huh Vorik?"
 
  The Vulcan male smiled at his mistress. He took her tiny hand in his,
  brought it to his mouth and gently kissed each of her knuckles.
 
   "All of it was fun," he replied and released her small hand. He leaned back
   in the comfortable seat, closed his eyes and instantly fell asleep.
  Salatrel looked out the window and gazed into the stars as they twinkled in
  the blackness of space.
 
  "Yea it was fun..but I will be happy to be home."
 
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Home Sweet Home......

 
 It was late when the transport came in. Before sleepily trudging off to his quarters, Vorik kissed first Salatrel then T'Aitlu good night.  Together, the two women strolled down the hall, arm in arm.
 
 "I missed you," T'Aitlu whispered to her t'hy'la.
 
 Salatrel gazed into her eyes and smiled,"I missed you too. "
 
 They arrived at Salatrel's flop: a small antechamber off the writer's cavern.  As she began to unload her suitcase, the two friends began talking.
 
 
 <Salatrel> so, you want to hear about Vorik and his cute bottom?
 
 <T'Aitlu> of course I do.
 
 <salatrel> OK, so I walk into the bedroom throw my keys down onto the table and that lazy Vulcan is still in bed. I mean, come on Vorik, up and at 'em, it is 3pm already.
  I stand over him and he is dead to the world
 
 <T'Aitlu > did you try tickling him?
 
 <salatrel> the sheet is laying across the middle of his back.... no, no tickling yet.
  so with two fingers I tug at the corner of the sheet
 
 <T'Aitlu > okay (she nods her head in growing interest)
 
 <salatrel> gently and slowly I slid the sheet down his body, over his nice round firm bottom and down his thighs
 
 <T'Aitlu > (a small smile)
 
 <salatrel> his thighs are like Taurik's very firm and shapely
 
 <T'Aitlu > and?
 
 <salatrel> nice legs for guys
 
 <T'Aitlu > they are twins..
 
 <salatrel> Well, he feels the chill, wriggles his bottom, opens his sleepy eyes, looks at me and smiles that handsome smile. He asks what time it is
 
 <T'Aitlu > he mumbles you mean...
 
 <salatrel> I tell him and he burrows his head beneath the pillow (Salatrel grins) you are right, he is a mumbler, especially when his mouth is full<g>
 
 <T'Aitlu > (another grin)
 
 <salatrel> so he is stretching and wiggling on the bed, naked as a jay bird
 
 <T'Aitlu > mmm (she raises her eyebrows)
 
 <salatrel> and my eyes are riveted on the part of him where his bottom meets the back of his thighs. you  know that nice part
 
 <T'Aitlu > yes
 
 <salatrel> so I ask him if he planned on getting out of bed  and he shook his pillow covered head,no.  He was on vacation!
 
 <T'Aitlu > he can be stubborn
 
 <salatrel> then he peeks out beneath the pillow and adds "and for research" . So, that gave me an idea..why not do a little smut research and try out this idea I had about the hot cinnamon buns.
 
 <T'Aitlu > okay (her fingers are steepled beneath her chin)
 
 <salatrel> so, I snipped open the package of icing I had snatched from the sweatshop cafeteria. He watched me and asked what I was going to do with that?  I told him that he will see
 
 <T'Aitlu > he won't you know..
 
 <salatrel> (grins and shakes her head at T'Aitlu's humor)  I got at the foot of the bed...good  one T'Aitlu
 
 (Taurik peeks his head in.)
 <Taurik> I thought I heard you two giggling.
 (He pulls up a chair, sits behind T'Aitlu and leans his chin on her shoulder.)
 <Taurik> What are we talking about?
 
 <T'Aitlu > (shooing away Taurik)
 
 <salatrel> Well, I  moved his knees further apart  and sat in between his legs
 
 <T'Aitlu > and then?
 
 <salatrel> then I drizzled the melted sugar on his nicely furred bottom
 
 <T'Aitlu > mmmmmm
 <salatrel> now that tickled
 
 <T'Aitlu > and it melts...
 
 <salatrel> then with my finger tips I work it into his flesh and you are right, it did melt more on his hot Vulcan skin. It was drizzling all down his bottom and in between his cheeks and all the way down to
 his thighs.  I asked him how it felt
 
 <T'Aitlu > and he said?
 
 <salatrel> and he said sticky and wiggled his bottom. Well, I said that I could fix the sticky part for  him
 
 <T'Aitlu > good..
 
 <salatrel> I grabbed the sandalwood oil  and drizzled some on his backside too
  Just enough to lubricate the stickiness
 
 <T'Aitlu > of course...
 
 <salatrel> then I propped him up on his knees and drizzled some more oil on him
 <T'Aitlu > (pouring out more tea and handing Salatrel her cup) Do go on...
 
 <salatrel> and I let it seep down in his crack.(she accepts her cup)
 <salatrel> oh I see that this little tale<g> tale <snicker> intrigues. I will go on.( first she blows the steam from the cup, then she takes a tentative sip of  hot tea)
 
 <T'Aitlu > I am taking notes...
 
 <salatrel> I watch as the oil slowly oozes its way down his crack and dripped off his lovely soft furred sac. OOPs we needed a towel. Do not want to soil the sheets. So I put the towel beneath him
 
 <T'Aitlu > okay (nodding her head at this most logical gesture)
 
 <salatrel> now imagine this picture
 
 <T'Aitlu > okay
 
 <salatrel> he is up on his knees
 
 <T'Aitlu > yes
 
 <salatrel> with his bum reared  up in my face, I am sitting in between his legs, with a great big grin on my face
 
 <T'Aitlu > <g>
 <salatrel> so he is all lubed up and then I think ..hmm this could be Vulcan oil torture two
 
 <T'Aitlu > yes...it could be
 <T'Aitlu > he objected?
 
 <salatrel> he liked the idea of a sequel to that exquisite tale
 
 <T'Aitlu > I bet he did....
 
 <salatrel> Then my fingers trailed along his bottom and inched into his crack. My other hand slowly begins to stroke his now rock hard cock
 
 <T'Aitlu > <g>
 
 <salatrel> I put more oil on his cock and he was now very slick. My hands just easily ran over his hardness
 
 <T'Aitlu > mmmm (she sips at her tea)
 
 <salatrel> but I was very gentle with my finger touches, more slick  teasing
 
 <T'Aitlu > hmmmm
 
 <salatrel> I ran my finger up and down his slick crack. My small hand was wrapped around his cock, milking him very slowly and rhythmically to the alternate rhythm of my fingers in his crack
 
 <T'Aitlu > mmm yes
 
 <salatrel> The dichotomy was driving him crazy because he did not know which rhythm his body wanted to rock to
 <Taurik and T'Aitlu in unison>  a dilemma (they look at each other. then turn back to the story teller)
 
 <salatrel> (a big grin at this Vulcan enthusiasm) Then, I really shock him by blowing on his crack  which is glistening and hot
 
 <T'Aitlu > ooooohhh he must have liked that
 
 <salatrel> my hand pumped his cock hard then slow then soft and he was begging me to take him into my mouth. But I told him no. I am the one in control
 
 <Taurik > you tell him
 
 <salatrel> and that there is a certain amount of excitement in not being the one who directs the pleasures, in surrendering to the whim of the other
 
 <T'Aitlu > yes (she uncrosses then recrosses her legs)
 
 <salatrel> and he whimpered and bit the pillow.  Then my mouth nipped at his bottom
 and  slowly descended to his cheeks, now spread wide at my command
 
 <T'Aitlu > did it taste good?
 
 <salatrel> By the powers,  T'Aitlu, it tasted great!!
 
 <T'Aitlu > mmmmm
 
 <salatrel> the mixtures of sugar and oily sandalwood, my chops were just  oooh
  I kept licking it up, it was so good!
 
 <T'Aitlu > I can imagine
 
 <salatrel> so....he was moaning and whimpering in delight and wiggling his hips, telling me how great if feels
 
 <salatrel> but his voice was weak
 
 <T'Aitlu > soft?
 
 <salatrel> (she nods her head in agreement with this word) Yes, he was whimpering like a wounded puppy dog by now. My teeth nipped at his cheeks then my tongue tip touched his hole and he gave out
 a great moan. My hand stroked him really hard while my tongue flicked at his sweet oily hole
 
 <T'Aitlu and Taurik in unison > mmmm
 
 <salatrel> my other hand held his cheeks open while I nipped and licked and sucked at his hole then I stroked his nice balls which were very low now and he was begging me to let him fuck me. When he said that,  my pussy quivered. But I was not going to give in to any delights for myself this time. No sir ree bob, I was going to concentrate on this pleasure for my very faithful muse. Then I grabbed his rock hard cock
 and pumped him fast and furiously
 
 (Taurik whispers into T'Aitlu's ear.)
 <T'Aitlu > Taurik wishes to be next...
 
 (Both women grin and leer at the sole male in the room)
 
 <salatrel> (she points her finger at Taurik) You could be next, if you play your cards right<g>
 <T'Aitlu > grin
 
 (Taurik leans back and unclasps a button on his robe)
 
 <salatrel> and I kept up the pace while my tongue inched into his hole.  His body rocked and he moaned, begging me to stop because he was about to come. But I do not relent and I pumped him harder
 and faster and my tongue went in deeper then when he was at the brink...
 
 <salatrel> I halted
 
 <T'Aitlu > OWW..
 
 <salatrel> I gently rubbed his bottom
 
 <T'Aitlu > Taurik just bit my arm (she rubs her wound)
 
 <salatrel> (gives a concerned look to her friend)
 
 <T'Aitlu> please go on
 
 <salatrel> Well, I  told him that it was OK, we could slow down now and with both hands I stroked his bottom and thighs and my thumbs massaged his oily balls
 Ooh, we needed more oil it seemed  and more sugar
 
 <T'Aitlu > yes
 
 <salatrel> this poor Vulcan boy toy was biting the pillow and whimpering, T'Aitlu. I had never seen him like this before. It was most delightful
 
 <T'Aitlu > ohhhh poor boy....
 
 <salatrel> brought back the good ol days of Sela's house of pain
 
 <Taurik > (in a deep and intense voice) yes it would...
 
 <salatrel> so... here I am oil in hand, bum in my face, what is a Rihannsu to do?
 
 <T'Aitlu > end the torture?
 
 <salatrel> exactly, she has to lick..again
 
 <T'Aitlu > slowly
 
 <salatrel> so I did my old lapping technique  and slowly lapped at his hole, at his perineum and at his balls. He liked that part, me with his balls in my mouth
 
 <T'Aitlu > you like that word .. don't you?
 <salatrel> balls? (she giggles)
 
 <salatrel> first I sucked one in my mouth then I let it go then I had to suck the other one in and he begged me to stop.
 <salatrel> (with a slightly puzzled look on her face she cocks her head to one side) Imagine .....to stop
 <T'Aitlu > (she shrugs her shoulders)
 <Taurik>(  moaning and squirming in his seat)
 
 <salatrel> Taurik are you OK? ...Do you not practice this technique on him T'Ailtu
 <T'Aitlu > no, but I suspect I will have to.(she looks at her now green flushed faced muse)
 <salatrel> you should try to please your muse. It makes for a pleasant afternoon delight.(she grins)
 <T'Aitlu > yes....Illhei (she bows her head slightly and covers her mouth trying to stifle a growing grin)
 
 <salatrel> Now his rock hard cock was being tortured by neglect. So I gently stroked his cock with my finger tips. My fingers encircled his cock at the base and slowly stroked him to the tip. Then I
 tickled him all over and massaged his oily sweet cock, while my teeth nipped at his bottom. When I bite his perineum too hard he flinched, but that only made me want to bite him again. So I did
 
 <T'Aitlu > mmm
 
 <salatrel> Then I started the stroking again and this time I did not let up
 <T'Aitlu and Taurik> no (and their heads nodded vigorously)
 
 salatrel> we were off to the races for a long time until we hit the finish line. My tongue flicked at his hole while my little hand pumped away hard and fast and furiously at his cock. Up and down I yanked at him vigorously all the way. He told me that it was beginning to hurt but he didn't care. He liked it, but begged me to stop because he was about to come. Like, I was going to stop, huh?
 
 <T'Aitlu and Taurik> (their eyes  both wide in excitement)
 
 <salatrel> so I pumped and milked him  hard  and as fast as my little Rihannsu hands could  and my tongue was in over drive flicking and poking
 
 <T'Aitlu > mmmm
 
 <salatrel> and my teeth were nipping at him urging him on to the finish line
 
 <salatrel> then
 
 <salatrel> he came
 
 <salatrel> really really hard
 
 <salatrel> he gave out a loud yell and came
 <salatrel> into the towel beneath him. He squirted all over the towel and I milked out the last drops and then I lovingly licked at his hole for a last time
 
 <T'Aitlu > most practical..
 
 <salatrel> kissing him good bye and congratulating him for making it to the finish line. Then he collapsed onto the bed in a heap breathing like a stallion who had just made the run for his life.
 <T'Aitlu > I think he did...<g>
 
 <salatrel> and I crawled up next to him and planted a kiss on his pretty face
 and asked him...did you like that?
 
 <T'Aitlu > and he said no...(she and Taurik exchanged a grin)
 
 <salatrel> He was snorting and huffing and he shook his head yes then he mumbled ..by the powers salatrel ..what the hell was that? and he glanced up at me finally having the strength to move his head.
 
 <T'Aitlu > and you said?
 
 <salatrel> and I  replied...why that was dessert
 <salatrel> and I licked my fingers
 
 <T'Aitlu and Taurik> (both gave out a hearty laugh despite Vulcan mastery)
 
 <salatrel> and I curled up next to him. And that is my story. (and she giggled)
 
 <T'Aitlu > Applause.....
 <Taurik > Bravo!
 
 <salatrel> That is how I spent my Vulcan vacation
 
 <T'Aitlu > (fanning Salatrel) well I am pleased that you enjoyed your vacation...
 
 
 Salatrel continued to unpack and get settled back into her room. The sounds of quiet conversation punctuated by slight laughter reverberated throughout the ancient stone halls. A secret hall buried deep within the underground caverns of TSU,which are still to this day known only to a chosen few.

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And so it ends........

Vorik closed the book, and gazed upon his sleepy children before him.  He looked to his aduna who had curled up next to him in their favorite oversized easy chair.
 
 "That was a good one, Yatau, " his youngest daughter T'Vel complimented. She then stood up, let out a great big stretch and a yawn. "Ohh, I am bushed..think I will turn in. "
 
 Skonn added his voice , " Yea, great story, Yatau. Thanks, " Then in a whisper he murmured to his brother, Gre'shat, "We must have missed that one when we were kids." The two brothers grinned conspiratorially.
 
 
 Dan'ert also thanked Vorik. He put his arm around Vorik's daughter Le'Vaya then let himself be led to their room.
 
 Raven and Vorik watched their children leave the living room.
 
 "Well, now that we have put the kids to bed," she good naturedly tapped her Vulcan on the nose, " How about we head to bed?"
 
 "Agreed," Vorik tried to stand up, but Raven held him down in the chair. He looked into her eyes and read her thoughts. His eyes widened in amazement at the thoughts she was entertaining.
 
 An hour later, soft moans filled the Vulcan household, as all of its members reenacted their own versions of the Vulcan vacation.
 
 End of Part Three

The End...Take a bow Vorik.....
 

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