You Rub Me The Right Way

Posted on Wed Jul 5th, 2017 @ 2:37am by Maica III 47 & Chief Warrant Officer Daytona Ral

Mission: Death is in the Details
Location: Maica's Massage Parlour
Timeline: After "Hung Out to Dry"

Daytona was not normally shy about physical contact. He'd had many massages in his life, both platonic and erotic. However, he had never before had been given a massage by the extremely attractive wife of his commanding officer and aunt to his new love interest. Well, there was that time with Captain Sendek's wife, but she was one of those rare Vulcan nymphomaniacs and Sendek couldn't keep up with her anyway. And he definitely wasn't pursuing a relationship with their niece. So this massage might be a little...awkward.

Daytona arrived at Maica's office and hit the door chime.

The door opened instantly and Maica called from the back room. "I'll be with you in a minute! Please help yourself to some tea and make yourself comfortable!" Though it was obvious it was converted junior quarters, it was still professionally decorated and the seating area had been reupholstered in a plush red velvet. Red velvet drapes hung everywhere and the scent of lavender wafted in the softly lit room. An elongated countertop ran along the wall leading to what was normally the bedroom and on it was a trio of teamakers, each with a different brew and ornate teacups on a heated tray at the ready. On top of that, the barest hint of soothing music could be heard rather than the hum of the engines normally ever-present across the entirety of the great starship. Even the sound of the deck plating was absent. Not only was a sound canceler in effect for the various starship hums, but a meditative wave motion sound generator to make it feel like you were on a planet was in place as well. Maica had definitely spared no expense in outfitting her massage parlour.

Daytona walked into the lavishly decorated parlor and took in his surroundings. He approved of the red. The numerology his people practiced as a religion may have been mostly incomprehensible to him, but he did know that red was an important, powerful color. He walked over to the teapots, lifting each lid and sniffing the contents. Finding one that he liked, he poured himself a small cup and took it with him to a chair where he sat and sipped it as he waited. He sat back and listened to the wave motion generator. He chuckled. If his father had come here when he was in his last years, he would have complained that the noise of water in motion inspired in him the urge to urinate.

It wasn't too long before Maica and a crewman came out of the back room together, both looking relaxed. Maica spoke up as the crewman quietly nodded and headed for the door. "Thank you for waiting. Your name is Daytona Ral, isn't it?"

"Yes," Daytona said. "And you're Maica? It's a pleasure to meet you. What would you like me to do? I mean, I've done this before, but everyone's a little different."

"It depends on your level of comfort, really," Maica replied. "Do you prefer clothed, robed, or naked? Do you prefer hot stones, hot towels, hot squids, or all natural? Do you prefer your feet raised or flat?"

"I'm fine naked," Daytona replied. "And I guess...all natural? I've had that hot squid thing done to me once. I didn't particularly care for it."

This will be the first time I've gotten naked for a woman's aunt before the woman herself. I know it's vain of me, but I wonder if they'll talk about me?

"Excellent! Right this way, if you please," Maica pulled the curtain back to reveal the massage room to be decorated in a similar fashion with a sturdy massage table in the middle of the room and the tools of her trade lined up along the far wall next to the restroom door. "There are lockers in the restroom if you want to secure your uniform. And don't worry about me talking about your visit with my niece - customer privacy is a top priority for me. She'll only know what you want her to know. However, I will be discussing your relationship with her during your massage today."

"Of course we will..." Daytona said, bracing himself for another interrogation session. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to relax while explaining his good intentions...again. Nonetheless, he soldiered on. He went to the locker room and hung up his uniform. He walked back into the treatment room.

"Face down first?" he said.

"Please," Maica oiled up her hands and ran them through the UV sterilizer as he laid down on the table face down and got comfortable. "Now just relax and leave everything to me." With that she began with an overall light rub just to get a light coat of the oils on his skin to help start the relaxation process.

Then she started talking. "I heard your first date with my niece was in the arboretum. The botanist said you took her to see my vines I had him get for me. I wish I had been there to see the look on her face. A missed opportunity to be sure, though I suppose the internal sensors do count for something I guess. Do you have an idea for your next date planned out? I checked the logs and the girl barely uses her quarters and she hasn't even attempted to try food at all. It's like it holds no interest at all for her. Personally, I find sharing a meal a very intimate and enjoyable experience. As a Rigellian, wouldn't you agree? I mean, I know she and I are holographic... but that just means our meals don't go straight to our hips, if you know what I mean." As Maica rattled on about possible dinner date ideas, she slowly and deeply massaged Daytona's shoulders and neck, leaning in and pressing her obviously bare rack into his back to do so, her dress having vanished some time ago.

Daytona had been feeling so relaxed, he hadn't noticed Maica's nakedness until her bare breasts pressed into the bare skin of his back. He gave a little start, then settled down again. When Maica had asked if he preferred robed or naked, he'd assumed she'd meant his state of dress, not hers. Far from offended or uncomfortable, he found the whole thing both exciting and relaxing at the same time. Soothing, in a way, because there was nothing separating them. There was no issue of sex, at least not for Daytona. Oh, he would have loved to make love to Maica, but she was the Captain's wife a potential family member and that made her off-limits. It did make him a bit concerned about how long it would take Akira to become comfortable with physical intimacy. Over time, Daytona had learned to go longer without sex than most of his fellow rigelians could manage, but even he had his limits. He'd just have to see how things worked out.

"Hmmm..." Daytona sighed before speaking. "I wasn't sure if I should ask her to join me for a meal. I'm still learning what her holographic body is capable of. I wasn't sure if she would be able to taste the food and I didn't want her to feel...I don't know...'less than' because she's not flesh and blood. She seems to enjoy touching and kissing, which means that she has some physical sensations, but I wasn't sure if that applied to senses such as smell, which is required to experience most tastes. I should have asked if she could smell the flowers, but I was distracted at the time by how lovely she looks when she's happy and smiling."

Maica chuckled softly as she worked her way down Daytona's back. "I've snuck a quick peek at her diagnostic logs while she was asleep. Her sentience isn't nearly as developed as her parents or mine but she has her mother's sense of taste programming which honestly makes mine... and your taste buds... look crude in comparison. The girl could pick out a grain of iocane powder from a bottle of merlot if she wanted. She can taste all she wants and more. In fact, you want to eat a normal meal with her, program the replicator to flag her food as M113 and she won't have to worry unless she steals from your plate. Hot and ready holo replicated food." At this point Maica was actually phasing the physicality of her hands a little to help pop a few of Daytona's upper back vertebrae back into place.

It was a little disconcerting at first when Maica phased her fingers into his back, but then...

"That feels wonderful," he said. "M113, eh? And I can use that setting on the replicator in her quarters and mine? It would be nice to be able to enjoy a meal with her. I wonder what I should offer her for a first meal? Maybe I'll just ask her if anything has ever sounded interesting to her and then see if I can get the replicator to make a passable version of that."

"It works on any replicator on the Hera. If her tastes are anything like mine or her mothers', I'd start with a simple Earth cheeseburger. Maybe a few sides like onion rings and potato wedges," Maica was massaging his lower back now and pressed just right to pop another vertebrae. "That was your L4. Sex would have been pretty painful with that out of place. I'd still avoid any of the more adventurous positions for a while though. After that, I'd go with some Bolian finger foods or some Trill pastas. Save the chocolates for dessert."

Daytona started again when Maica realigned his lower back.

"Hmmm..." he said. "I think I did that in the gym. In the absence of sex, regular, vigorous exercise is the only other way for a vulcanoid rigelian to stay sane. That's why most of us are in such excellent shape. I guess I really needed to burn off some energy and I must have popped it out then...Ahhhh...this feels wonderful. Thank you so much!"

"You're very welcome. You have excellent muscle tone, by the way." Moving a bit lower, Maica started working on Daytona's butt and legs.

"Thank you. I work hard at it. I was about to say that Akira doesn't look big enough to eat a cheeseburger, onion rings, potato wedges AND bolian finger foods or pasta," Daytona said. "Not in one sitting. But I suppose she can eat as much as she wants. I'll have to make sure I don't try and keep up with her! Having your date suffering from indigestion doesn't sound like very much fun."

"Yeah, those foods can lead most to some digestion issues, but nothing too bad. Just remember to keep it in moderation and you should be fine. And try to keep her from overdoing it as well. If you see any signs of over stimulation, let me know immediately."

Moving to his feet, Maica moved to a more acupressure approach, moving in small circles to relieve the stress built up in his feet. "And please work towards teaching her good table etiquette. The two of you will be dining with us when you're ready. just let us know and I'll make the arrangements."

It was quite possible that this was the best massage Daytona had received so far in his four hundred and twenty-two years. That was including the erotic vulcan neuropressure Captain Sendek's wife unleashed on him, as well as several massages from Orions, and even a Deltan. That last one had progressed into something...unexpected. The woman was surprised that Daytona had survived the experience, but apparently at least some vulcanoid rigelians could survive sex with a horny deltan.

"I'd like that," Daytona said. "And don't worry. I'll make sure she learns to put her napkin in her lap, eat with utensils, and chew with her mouth closed."

Daytona chuckled. If Akira agreed to take a meal with him, it was going to be an adventure if nothing else. He kept quiet for a bit and let Maica work the stress and tightness out of his body.

"How did you come to meet Enalia?" he said after a moment. "And how did you two come together."

As Maica continued her acupressure, she related the story as simply as she could. "Actually, it was kind of an arranged marriage, to be honest. She researched the USS Katana, a ship from another universe, found out about her Chief Diplomat, did a little research, found my main program, and made a deal using Nexi as a go-between. Fork forty seven, myself, was created and installed into a custom holomatrix which is safely installed in a secure location in the ship and I was activated. After about a week we realized that her instincts and fork zero's predictions were correct - we were a perfect match. So during the last refit, we eloped and were married by Admiral Janeway on the observation deck overlooking the Hera as the warp nacelles were being removed. She wore her dress whites and I was in a simple white wedding dress."

"Roll over please. Now I have a question for you," Maica finished up and headed back to the warm oils and rubbed a bit more oil onto her hands as she let Daytona roll onto his back. "In biological beings, DNA is what determines if someone is gay, straight, bi, pan, asexual... But in non-biologicals like myself, it's all software and firmware."

Moving back in, Maica started again from the top, massaging Daytona's shoulders as she continued talking, her behemoth boobs, softly pressing down into him as she worked in a strangely non-sexual way. "This is the part I don't get. Both her mothers are lesbians. Her father was gay. The only other source of data was the ship's database so now I have to ask... What was the USS Katana's gender and was it straight? If so, was that ship one of her parents as well? I mean technically it served quite literally as her womb, but more than that. Was the USS Katana the true parent of Akira and the rest just donors?"

Daytona lay back and enjoyed the sensations he was experiencing...including the pressure of Maica's ample breasts against him. Though he had no plans to do anything about that particular sensation, he felt there was nothing wrong with finding it pleasurable.

"Hmm...." he sighed. "Are you suggesting that if only Arivek, Andrea, and your sister contributed to the make up of Akira, that she would be a lesbian as well? It doesn't work like that in most biological species as I understand it, but I suppose, since her sentience is made up of her father's spark and your sister's files and Andrea's influence as well...perhaps it was something that she downloaded or interacted with on the Katana while in her formative phase. It could have been something as mundane as heterosexually oriented romance novels and erotica. But don't you and your sister have extensive files on nearly every form of sexual pleasure in the known galaxy? Couldn't she just as easily seen something in there? For that matter, are we entirely convinced that she is heterosexual and not lesbian or at least bisexual? As far as I know, I was her first kiss. While I'd like to think I'm such a good kisser that one kiss from me would convince Akira she was heterosexual, that may not be the case. I'm not sure she knows yet what she likes, except that she enjoyed holding my hand and kissing me. Or maybe she's right and, like her father, she possesses a 'spark of life' and that life is something new, more than the sum of its parts."

Daytona took a moment to breath and enjoy Maica's touch before continuing.

"But as to what the Katana's gender and sexual orientation might have been..." he said. "Wouldn't we also need to determine its physical sex? If it had one, would we even have recognized it as such? How would we determine it in the first place? As for gender, in a biological humanoid, we could look for visible signs. Choice of clothing, hairstyle, mannerisms, use of or lack of cosmetics. But what would gender look and sound like in a starship? And sexual orientation: Again, how would we define that without knowing the physical sex of the starship. Do starships have different physical sexes? I've encountered sentient species who have no real sexual differences and without them, no gender differences and no difference in sexual preference. The species I'm thinking of in particular is by no means asexual. They couple for both procreation and recreation. Frequently, in fact. Trying to apply the ideas of physical sex, gender identity, and sexual preference to a starship...there are whole departments at universities where they do nothing but ponder the issue of technology and artificial intelligence. But it's different for you and your sisters, and for Akira. You have a body. It doesn't matter that it's photonic. You have a body and it has physical characteristics that can be clearly observed. You and your sisters were designed to be female and Akira has chosen to be. You, at least, appear to identify as female, as does Akira. I assume Andrea's wife does as well. You and Andrea's wife for whatever reason prefer women over men. You know, I'm curious about something now that we're talking about it. Do all of your sisters prefer women over men? Or is it just you and Andrea's wife?"

By this time Maica had made it about halfway down his torso with her massage. "Actually, though the first two iterations of my being were definitively female and bisexual, fork zero is definitely a lesbian, just as Andrea's wife is. Andrea herself is bi, as I understand it. As for the forty nine forks, including myself... It's a bit of a personal matter... But due to the nature of our customizations and random code generation during creation, eight are bi, nine are straight, four are male, one is a cogenitor, two are asexual, six are intersex, one is a column of light, and the rest are lesbian."

"That's...interesting..." Daytona was having a bit of trouble concentrating what with Maica's wandering hands...platonic wandering hands, but wandering hands nonetheless. He just let himself enjoy her touch...he meant to respond, but his mind wandered. He was careful not to let it wander too far. There were things, and people, he really shouldn't be imagining in his current situation. But his mind wandered nonetheless and he let it go a bit, just enjoying Maica's touch. He wasn't sure how much longer the massage would go on and he planned to enjoy it while it lasted.

Moving down to his legs, Maica massaged a bit deeper, grinning a bit. She thought about commenting about his endowments, but that would cross her line of professionalism. "So was our conversation what you expected?"

"Hmm?" Daytona said, dreamily. "Uhm...I was a bit afraid you were going to give me the third degree like your wife did. That would have made this a much less...ahhh...relaxing...oh that feels good...experience. Thank you for giving me the benefit of the doubt...hmmm...."

Maica chuckled softly as she finished up massaging Daytona's legs. "I investigated you in my own way. Besides, we talked about her talk with you and decided it would be best if I gave you any tools and advice you needed outside the chain of command."

"I'm very grateful for that," Daytona said. "Actually, getting to know Akira is really not unlike getting to know a flesh and blood woman of a species you don't know much about or haven't encountered before. I have to learn what she can do and what she can't, what's appropriate and what isn't, what her likes and dislikes are, what turns her on and what turns her off. Do you have any other suggestions besides the replicator code? Activities that might be appropriate for a photonic lifeform? Types of things she might be able to enjoy more than others? I'd appreciate anything you can tell me. Akira...well, I really like Akira. I want to be able to reach her...connect with her in ways that she is best able to experience that connection and closeness."

"I think you hit the button on the nose, really. You have to learn about her like any new race. She's only four months old and she's incredibly unique in many ways, even among her own family. As for being photonic, there are a few things she can do that you can't... But those are likely things you should leave undone. She and I can go for a walk on the ship's hull, for instance." Washing her hands, Maica chuckled softly. "Though it might be in interesting experience. I'd have to program a telepresence system so she'd know how far the holoprojectors extended on the surface of the hull and so she could communicate with you in a suit."

"I hate EVA," Daytona said. "I always feel like I'm falling but I can't tell in which direction. However, for Akira, I would brave the vacuum of space...oh my, that sounded terribly melodramatic, didn't it? Well, I only mean that I would happily inconvenience myself from time to time to put a smile on her face. All the same, I think I'll save that one for a special occasion."

Daytona stretched and yawned.

"That was wonderful," he said. "I hope you don't mind if I find time to do it again? I really feel great!"

"Stop by anytime, hon. You're always welcome." With that Maica pulled him into a big hug before pushing him off to the restroom to get dressed and rematerializing her own dress. "You might want to get dressed soon though. Akira is supposed to come by to borrow a book from me after work today."

"Thanks," Daytona said. "I don't thinks she's quite ready to see me naked."

Daytona left for the restroom and got dressed. He felt more relaxed than he had in a long time. When he came out of the restroom, Maica was talking to another client. Daytona caught her attention, waved, and then made his exit.