Neuropressure: A Scam and a Racket - Part 1

Posted on Wed Oct 22nd, 2025 @ 3:52pm by Lieutenant Dashku Zhevou & Lieutenant T'Mara
Edited on on Thu Oct 23rd, 2025 @ 3:10am

2,300 words; about a 12 minute read

Mission: Year One: Strange Bedfellows
Location: USS Moore - T'Mara's Quarters
Timeline: MD: 039 - 1915 hrs

The standing appointment with T'Mara for the Vulcan neuropressure session had arrived. Dashku had taken the time to change out of her uniform into a spaghetti strap nightgown that split at the top of her hip and just covered her front and back, it had lace along the bust and down each side of each split. It meant her quarters were a little warmer than most, but she was comfortable and the nature of the neuropressure session made the type of attire appropriate.

When the chime rang, she padded over to the door and opened it with a quirked brow and smiled at T'Mara. "Please come in."

A small dip of her head in greetings and T'Mara stepped into Dashku's quarters. She was dressed in thermal leggings that helped retain warmth and an oversized long-sleeved shirt with Moore's designation on it. Most of her clothing, now that she considered, was Starfleet issue. Not like you are going to wear the golden slip of clothing Rushgili dressed you in.

"How have you been...feeling since our last appointment, Lieutenant?"

"I've been feeling good," Dash answered her as she stepped to the side. Once the door was closed, she motioned to the table. "I tried to set things up as you had them in your room, but couldn't remember everything as we'd gotten rather... distracted by each other."

T'Mara cheeks flushed slightly in self-consciousness. Ah, yes. There had be a number of distractions lately, hadn't there. Quite un-Vulcan-like, and yet, she did not allow herself to dwell in shame or guilt. Her people cast her away, deeming her unacceptable. Was it not logical to find one's own way then?

"Your preparations are adequate, Dashku. It is agreeable to hear that you have been well."

Dashku arched one of her brows, she thought she caught a look of something that she couldn't quite put her finger on but the Vulcan wasn't the easiest one to read. She gave her a small smile before she motioned to where they would settle on the floor. Several large pillows that made for comfortable sitting or lounging.

"How are you?" She finally asked.

"I am functioning within acceptable parameters." T'Mara responded neutrally. She conscientiously slipped off her boots and placed them at the door then padded further into Dashku's space on socked feet. She lowered herself onto one of the large pillows next to the low table and studied Dashku for a moment. Her clothing choice was...unusual, but not inappropriate to neuropressure. Her back was almost completely exposed, allowing for skin-to-skin contact...the rest? Well...

"Are you currently having any discomfort that should be addressed?"

"Tightness in my upper shoulder and neck," Dashku replied as she settled onto one of the pillows and took a deep breath, as she tried to relax. "The curse of sitting at a console for hours a day."

"Then we can start there." T'Mara positioned herself slightly so that she was behind Dashku and lightly reached out to place her hands on the Orion woman's shoulders. She began by kneading the taught muscles to encourage relaxation and then quickly moved her fingertips over the neural nodes along her spine where her neck met her back and pressed firmly to encourage release. Even with her controls firmly in place, T'Mara felt the 'tingling' of connection from the skin-to-skin contact.

"I am going to attempt a different technique today; it is my 'hope' that the results will last longer for you. You carry much of your tension through your neck and shoulders."

"The curse of sitting at a console and looking down at it or up at the viewscreen for the majority of my shift." Dashku let out a sigh and closed her eyes as she felt contact from the Vulcan. It felt good and T'Mara was very good at what she did. "How have you been doing? Medical keeping you busy?"

T'Mara continued her ministrations while answering her. "I am...well. Sickbay is not as busy as I had envisioned, although I am not suggesting that the crew injure themselves or become ill more frequently. It is simply a different pace than Starfleet Medical. However, given we are accompanying the Orion ship and the offer of hospitality had been broached, I took the liberty of teleporting over to the ship to...explore." She wasn't sure why she was telling Dashku this, but this was what idle banter was about, correct?

"You went and visited the Orion ship?" Dashku asked quizzically, it wasn't something she'd expect T'Mara to do but then of course she didn't know her all that well. An impulsive Vulcan did strike her as odd. "I take it that you had an enjoyable experience?"

"I did. It was an opportunity for exploration. I met Rushgili...I had a fascinating time with her." Her hands continued to move down her spine and found another set of paraspinal muscles locked in spasm. She made a small clucking noise - Dashku had to work on correct posture. T'Mara saw more neuropressure sessions in the future give the state of the Orion woman's back.

"Fascinating time?" Dashku arched one of her brows, she was surprised by what T'Mara was telling her. She also knew enough about the woman her sister had become that she would fully take advantage of someone like her. She glanced over her shoulder and raised one of her brows. "You didn't sign anything, did you or agree to go back?"

T'Mara's brows furrowed slightly as she focused on one particularly stubborn muscle not realizing Dashku had looked over her shoulder at the Vulcan physician. "I do not recall affirming my signature..." Her voice trailed off as she remembered the note left with her purchases. "But yes, I did agree to return at some point in the future apparently."

"You can do as you wish, but I would recommend against it," Dashku said gently, she wasn't entirely sure what to say. She was surprised a Vulcan, of all people, went over to the Orion ship and managed to get snagged by her sister. It was annoying in and of it self. "She will make it seem like she has your best interest but she is a selfish person who only cares for herself."

She did not respond to Dashku's comment for a moment, but rather considered how best to answer her. "I understand what type of person your sister is. If there is one lesson I have learned in my short life it is that trust is a useless, and oftentimes a self-injurious belief. I think a more accurate representation of the time I spent over on Stalker was...transactional." T'Mara got a far-away look in her eyes as she continued her neuropressure on Dashku's back. "I paid for the privilege of feeling...desired, and your sister was a most attentive host."

A Vulcan wanting to feel desired? T'Mara was an unusual one to be sure, her own memories drifted to the night the two of them had spent together and she couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy. It's not like they were a couple, it had just been a moment of passion.

"I would like to think I made you feel desired for free," Dash arched one of her brows and let out a low groan as T'Mara got a pop out of one of her vertebra. "Many desire you. You are a very beautiful Vulcan after all."

"That would be an accurate statement, Dashku."

T'Mara replied, staying over the problem spot on her spine and applying firm pressure while waiting for the muscle to release. "Fascinating. I am not what would be considered aesthetically pleasing according to Vulcan culture. Your statement therefore is...novel."

"No matter how novel to you, it is still true," Dashku chuckled softly, before letting out a grunt as T'Mara applied pressure to all the right places. "And I suppose it's in my nature to be a little jealous you went to my sister instead of coming to me, even if I am from a race that embraces their more hedonistic desires."

"I did not go specifically to see her...in honesty, I found the empty shelves in my office in sickbay to be distracting. I went aboard Stalker to obtain items to display...and to obtain intoxicant libations...I must confess that the pheromones..." T'Mara's voice trailed off. That was a dirty little secret wasn't it? How many novels had she read personally that used the trope of the unbonded Vulcan falling naively into the clutches of the Orion slaver's trap? "I did not engage with Rushgili...not in that way. She has a mate...but I met two males in her employ..." Dashku's muscles rippled as she pressed in specific points.

"Of course..." Dash silently chided herself, her body tensing up involuntarily as she did so. T'Mara was her own woman, free to do what she wanted. Even Dashku would have recommended joining in, after all who would pass up such an opportunity? She's spent a few nights on her mother's ship doing the same thing. "My only caution is that Rushgili can be incredibly devious and only cares about herself. Be careful."

This session T'Mara was more prepared; less likely to succumb to things as she was the first time with Dash. That first neuropressure session had gone sideways from her standpoint. Not that the outcome was dissatisfying, far from it, but more that she felt that she had taken advantage of Dash when she had asked for assistance.

"I observed that your kind adorns yourselves...and others, with various piercings and inkings...what is the purpose of this?" Yes. A good, neutral question - one that took her mind away from the contact of her fingertips along the Orion woman's graceful back. It also might satisfy a question for her as she thought to her somewhat permanent--thus far--souvenir from her night aboard Stalker.

"While I've kept my piercings and inkings to a minimum because of my service, it's a way to adorn oneself. Express your own personal style through body art," Dashku considered it for a moment. "I have a few things I'm planning on doing, but even considering service I've always preferred none permanent decorations."

"Ah." T'Mara responded with a sub-vocal oscillation that non-Vulcans utilized to convey a multitude of thing. She was uncertain if she should mention her own new...ornamentation, but decided against it in the moment. Besides, if things progressed in a similar manner as last time, Dash would see soon enough.

She returned her focus to the current 'posture,' gliding her fingers over the musculature of Dash's back til she found the next set of neural nodes that need to be stimulated. Her skin was so exotically colored, reminding T'Mara of the color of her own blood...it was beautiful in its own way and nothing like banality of her own visage. Dash was a lovely female.

Dash closed her eyes as she felt T'Mara move her fingers to another tense muscle, the way the Vulcan worked felt like magic on her skin and muscle. A happy sigh escaped her lips as she felt their connection deepen, she didn't fully understand the telepathic connection but she knew enough about Vulcans to understand there was one. For the moment she sat quietly, considering the idea of what modifications she'd make to her own body.

"Did you see any modifications you liked while you were visiting?" She finally broke the silence.

"Oh, yes..." T'Mara responded, her voice taking on a subtle purr. Her mouth pulled slightly in personal disappointment. Pheromones... She couldn't help herself. Or is it you do not want to help yourself?

Semantics. Irrelevant. What was Dash saying? Oh, yes.

"Vulcans should not 'like' any such adornments. It is not logical to mutilate oneself for embellishment..." Oh yes, the 'party line.' How would she ever overcome the indoctrination of her childhood which no longer was relevant given...things.

She sighed heavily. She was her own 'worst enemy.' Dammit, just be honest. "I thought many of the adornments I saw were attractive. Your culture views so many aspects of life in such a dissimilar fashion than how I was...taught."

"I would say we embrace almost the complete opposite position. Where your people believe in logic and reason being at the forefront, mine believe that pleasure and enjoyment should be at the forefront. Still I think you'd look titillating with a tattoo in the right place, a few piercings in a couple of others I can think of," Dash teased her slightly, before glancing back at the Vulcan. "But you'd disappoint so many of your people."

Dash had such thoughts?...About her? That surprised T'Mara, not that she visibly showed it. "I am not concerned about what any Vulcan would think about my person or my choices. I have no intention of ever returning there." Fingers probed lower, finding specific points low along her spine and pressing with a specific amount of force. "Although it is quite self-serving, I must convey my curiosity regarding what you might consider 'the right place, Dash.'"

Dash laughed softly, she was hanging her head and letting T'Mara do her work, the way her fingers probed and worked her muscle and joints was like heaven. Her Orion nature to take charge made her he pause for a moment. She resisted the first answer that popped in her head and decided to ask instead.

"Do you want the proper Orion answer or one more civilized?" She teased her.


[TBC]

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Lieutenant T'Mara
Chief Medical Officer
USS Moore

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Lieutenant Dashku Zhevou
Chief Operations Officer
USS Moore

 

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