Title: Anita Hollodick

Author: DocBevCulver

Series: TNG

Codes: MA-17

Parts: 1/1

Disclaimer: Paramount owns the characters, I just claim the story.

Author's Notes: This was a challenge from my good friends zoinky and thebevster. Thanks go to the two for beta reading this. 
This was done PURELY for fun.

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"Computer, please run the Crusher 1 program." Beverly Crusher called out.

"Program ready." The computers female voice spoke.

"Begin program." The yellow and black grid of the holodeck changed to resemble one of the many cabins of the U.S.S Enterprise.

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Pulling the form fitting halter top over her head, smoothing the sides with her hands, and looking into the mirror, she thought, 
'Damn I look good, today!'  Anita Hollodick was one of the top sex therapist in the entire Federation and she was preparing for her 
tour on board the, U.S.S. Enterprise, the first to receive a sex therapist. It was something that Star Fleet wanted to test and of course 
the Enterprise was to be the first guinee pig.

The door started chimming, "Come in." Deanna Troi, conselor on board the Enterprise entered. Observing the clothing that Anita wore, 
the counserlor could see why she was good at her work. The halter top, hugged ever curve, as her leather pants did the same. The counselor 
thought, 'I suppose the male gender of any race would open up and let out there, sexual tension, with an outfit like that.'

"Hello, Counselor, what can I do for you?"

"I just came to speak with you." Clearing her throat, Deanna continued, "Umm,  I thought you should know, that the crew is feeling a little uncomfortable about all of this, especially the Captain."

"How so?"

"Well, most, don't even feel comfortable with me, and I believe they are a little intimadated by your presence, as well."

Smilling, Anita spoke, "Well, then I should start with the Captain first."

"I don't think that would be a good idea."

"How so?"

"Well, the Captain, is the one that feels the most intimidated."

"Ah, well." Ushering the counselor towards the door, "Don't worry, Counselor, I can handle the Captain. I believe he is like most, he leads by example." 

Turning, Deanna said, "Well, yes, he does."

"Then that is what he will do. If the crew sees the Captain, oh how should I say this?" Smiling wickedly, "If they see that the 
Captain is using my TALENTS, then others will come. You'll see."

The closing door, obstructed the view of a very stuned, Deanna Troi. Pressing the compage, "Anita Hollodick to Captain Picard."

"Yes, Ms. Hollodick, can I help you?"

"Yes, you can. Please, report to my quarters."

Hearing the audioable moan on the other end, and the long pause before answering, Anita knew she had a challange on her hands. "I'm on my 
way, Ms. Hollodick, Picard out."

Smilling, Anita began the preperations for the right mood, that was need for this officer. 'This shall be interesting, indeed.'

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Captain Jean-Luc Picard was nervious, he didn't like counselors, and he knew he wouldn't like this newest edition. "Sex Therapy? 
Why would someone need a sex therapist?" 

Pressing the door chime, Jean-Luc's thought, 'Calm down, Johnny, your just here to talk to her, make her feel welcomed.  Then you can leave.' 
The door opened up to reveal Ms. Hollodick, Jean-Luc was stunned, 'No wonder she is good at her work.'  "Hello Ms. Hollodick," Jean-Luc 
said crossing the threshold, "How may I help you? Are the quarters to your liking?"

Smiling, Anita answered, "Yes, Captain, but I do have one problem."

"I assure you, that I will help settle this, if possible." Jean-Luc said, looking around the living area.  

Sitting down on the couch, he noticed the dim lighting and the smell of her perfume. Shaking his head, trying to clear the thoughts that 
came, he said, "What seems to be the problem?"

Smiling, Anita said, "I need your assistance," she sat next to him on the couch, placing her hand on his knee, "It seems that the crew doesn't 
wish to use my services and I can tell by the way this ship runs, that you run this ship by example."  Moving closer, she continued, "In order 
for me to do my job. The crew will have to see that, even you are willing to use my services."

Jean-Luc was speachless.  Looking in the other direction, he was trying to think of a good excuse to leave, when her hand started to make 
a trail up from his knee to the middle of his thigh.  Clearing his throat, he said, "Ms. Hollodick, umm, I don't think I need your type of 
services, at this time."

Anita was not going to take no for an answer, "Everyone is in need of my services, at one time or another.  I would say that you need them 
right now."  

At the last statement, she was kissing him passionatly. Rubbing her hand the rest of the way up his thigh, and brought to rest on his 
manhood.

Jean-Luc jumped slightly at the touch and kiss, but didn't offer to remove himself from the situation.  Instead, he moved his hand from 
his side, to her red hair. Pulling her into his lap.

Anita broke the kiss, smiling she said, "My, my, Captain. I thought you were not in need of my services?"

Smilling, Jean-luc continued with the kiss once more. Rubbing his hands up her sides, under her tight halter top, bringing them around 
to cup her breasts.  Rubbing his thumb over the tips, a moan escaped Anita's mouth.

Removing her hands from their resting spot on the back of the couch, Anita placed her hands on each side of his head and kissed him harder.

Taking one nipple in between his fingers, he squeezed and twisted it gently, causing a moan to come from the red head. 

Grinding her hips into his lap as he rolled her taught nipple in his fingers, she could feel that tingle in her stomach.  Leaning back, she grabbed 
the hem of his shirt bringing it up to his chest, she ran her hands down the well developed chest. Loving the feel of his flesh against 
her hands. Returning the same jester, she took one of his nipples into her fingers and twisted.  

A moan escaped from Jean-Luc's lips as Anita continued her minstrations. He's desire was becoming confined in his uniform pants, aching 
for release.

Feeling the hardness pressed against her, Anita reached down between them and rubbed his growing manhood.  Kissing him fully on the 
lips as she did so.  Breaking the contact for only a moment as he removed the top with his hands, throwing it across the room. 

Placing her hand back to her orignal position, she started to undo his pants, smiling as his manhood was still confined by his black briefs. 
Slidding her hand down in his stomach and into the tight briefs.  Wrapping her hand around his hard shaft, causing Jean-Luc to moan and 
clutch her hips. Stroking him like this, was not what Anita had in mind. Standing, she pulled him to his feet and tugged his pants down 
along with his briefs.  Smiling as he's hard shaft sprang free. Studing him, she could see that he was a good size, not to long and not 
to thick. 'Um, just the right size.' Anita thought as she pushed him back down on the couch. Kneeling before him, she took his hard 
shaft into her hands, licking the head with her tongue.

Moaning, Jean-Luc, instinctively placing his hands in her red hair.  Her warm breath, sending electricity threw him.  He called the one 
name he knew, "Oh, Beverly!"

Looking into his passion filled eyes, Anita stated, "I'm not Beverly at this moment, remember?"

Shaking his head, he stated, "I'm through with the fantasy, I want Beverly. Not Anita."

Smiling, she nodded her head in agreement, and placed his entire manhood into her mouth.  Sucking, and scrapping her teeth lightly with 
each motion.  Massaging at the area just behind his sac. As she took his manhood into his mouth, he would thrust to meet her. 

Loving the feel of her hot mouth on his flesh, but wanting to feel more, wanting to feel her climax. Gently pulling at her head, he stated, 
"Come here." Obeying his wishes, Beverly stood. Knowing exactly what he wanted.  Pulling her skirt up to her waist, she straddled his lap, 
taking his manhood into her hands and guiding him into her hot, wet folds. The tingling returned as she slowly sat, adjusting to his size.  

His hands on her hips were hot and that just added to the tingle. Kissing her breast bone, he slowly moved from one breast to the other, taking 
a nipple into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue.

Beverly began to rock her hips from side to side slowly, enjoying the feel of him inside her.  Leaning back to allow him better access to her 
breast, she moaned at the sensation, calling his name, "Jean-Luc!"

Hearing his name called, Jean-Luc thrusted his hips up, causing Beverly to moan and her eyes to close. Placing his hands between her 
shoulder blades, he thrusted harder as her moans deepened. Kissing her breast bone again, then licking a trail up to the hollow of her throat.

Moaning and gasping, Beverly could feel her world about to explode, but held back.  Wanting their time to be together.  His thrusting 
was harder, holding her tightly, she leaned in to kiss him on the lips. As she did so, she could feel his throbbing manhood stiffen even more.  
She knew his release was coming soon.  Allowing her own pleasure to show in the kiss, she started to dig her fingernails into his shoulders.

As he felt her inner muscles straight to tighten, he couldn't hold himself back no longer. In a cascade of moans and muscles contracting, their 
climax was nearly explosive.  Their bodies connecting at one point.

Feeling Beverly shake, Jean-Luc wrapped his arm around her, pulling her to his body. He hugged her until her muscles started to calm. 
Releasing her, she leaned back to look into his eyes.  

Smiling, she said, "I love you, Jean-Luc."

Looking into the sincere eyes of his lover, he said, "I love you, more then anything."  Kissing her to seal the promise made, un-spoken, they 
stayed in their position for a few minutes.

Whispering into his ear, Beverly said, "Let's go to your cabin and get off this holodeck."

"I think we can arrange that." Jean-Luc said, helping her to her feet. They retrieved their clothing and head for the door.  Jean-Luc calling 
over his shoulder, as he wrapped his arm around Beverly's waist, "Computer, end program and save."

The End

Oct. 21, 1999