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Trance Star: Jeri Ryan

By Tranceman

Author's Notes: Usual crap about how you shouldn't read this if you're not supposed to. Thanks to Echso for for the suggestion. Check it out.

"Star Trek" carried a curse, there was no doubt about it. No matter what else an actor did afterwards, they would always be judged by their role on one of the various long-running sci-fi series. And when one role in particular really took off, that made it all the harder for the actor or actress to break out of it.

Jeri Ryan knew that danger intimately. When she had come onto the cast of "Voyager," she'd made Seven of Nine a household name. The former Borg clad in an outfit that showed off every one of Jeri's lucicious curves, Seven had put Jeri on the map. Unfortunately, it'd had the side effect of making people think of her as Seven first, instead of herself. So, she needed to get a role fast to break out of that mindset.

She'd tried to get out with the role of a reporter turned into a vampire in "Dracula 2000." She'd even gone so far as to do a brief topless scene in the film to break away from the show. However, the movie had bombed and, for reasons that baffled her, her nude scene had been cut out, only seen by some lucky film editor somewhere. With "Voyager" ending, she needed something new and needed it bad.

"Boston Public" had been just the thing she needed, a high school drama with great writing, a good cast and a neat character of a lawyer giving up her big-time job to teach students and rubbing everyone the wrong way doing it. It was a great break with publicity so that Jeri could actually see her name in a magazine without the words "Star Trek" before it. And it was good to actually wear normal clothes instead of a skintight outfit and let her long blond hair down. All in all, it was going well, which made Jeri a little unhappy to be at her current station.

While she was breaking away, Jeri was still closely identified with "Star Trek" which meant whenever a big convention was planned, her name was inevitably called. And her agent told her it was good to keep up a connection to the show, you never knew when it could come in handy. So, Jeri found herself at yet another gathering of geeks from teenagers to middle-aged men who really needed to get a life.

Jeri was more than used to the routine by now. Making an appearance on stage, answering questions from fans and doing a big autograph signing. She also found herself being asked to pose for photos with various fans, trying to smile her best despite the fact that a couple male ones (and a couple of female ones as well) would cop a feel off of her. Most were in plain clothing, others in uniforms, and one in particular in a major costume.

Jeri had seen Borg outfits before. The cheap ones made by fans, some better-looking ones at conventions, the ones on set and of course, the one she herself had worn on the show. But she had to admit, the man before her had a pretty damn good one on. The white makeup, the metallic coverings, a spike device on one hand, it was good enough for Jeri to talk to him.

"How long did that take to put together?" she had to ask.

"About four months," the man replied in a friendlier tone than a real Borg would have had. "Tough part was getting the mechanical stuff down. Like all the tendrils and even the assimilator." He held up his wrist to show off two small tubes, Jeri recognizing them as a recreation of the needles the Borg used to infect others and turn them into Borg.

"I'm Danny, by the way," the Borg said. "Say, I was wondering if I could ask a favor."

"If you want a photo, that's fine," Jeri said, nodding towards the convention photographer, who had been following her around for such moments.

"Well, sure, that'd be good," Danny nodded as best he could in the stiff costume. "But I was thinking maybe I could get one of me assimilating you. Would you?"

"Sure," Jeri shrugged. She stepped back, lifting her head a bit to expose her neck. Danny nodded and lifted the attachment to her neck. The photographer took the picture as the tendrils hit her neck, a tiny pinch surprising Jeri before the tubes retracted.

"Sorry about that pinch," Danny said as Jeri rubbed at her neck. "Guess the tubes are a little rougher than I thought. Guess I still have some bugs to work out."

"No problem," Jeri said, rubbing at her neck a bit more, not noticing the tiny red spots on it. She walked off, the photographer in tone as Danny watched her go, smiling as he headed towards the men's room, calculations running through his mind as he did.

Jeri groaned as she finally stepped out of the convention hall, running a hand through her hair. God, that had been wilder than she thought. Thank God she wouldn't have too much more to do with this shit.

"Jeri?" Jeri turned to see a nice-looking young man standing before her, smiling gently. He was her height, with short brown hair and a shirt and jeans. "Sorry," the man said. "Guess you didn't recognize me without all that Borg crap on."

Jeri cocked her head to one side to take him in, then realized who it was. "Oh! Danny! Wow, that was a great costume, I didn't recognize you!"

"Thanks," Danny smiled. "I had to get out of it, you understand how hot that thing can get."

"Indeed I do," Jeri nodded. "Well, it was good to see you out of the costume. I'd better be going though------"

"Really?" Danny asked. "You sure I can't get you to come by my place for a bite to eat?"

Jeri opened her mouth to try and gently turn him down, then closed it in thought. She realized she didn't have anything else to do tonight and giving a fan a nice little tale was always good publicity. So, why not? "Okay, sure. Let me call my agent and tell him I'm taking the night off and I'll be yours."

Danny smiled, recognizing, though Jeri couldn't, the humor in her choice of words.

"Wow," Jeri said as she checked out Danny's home. It was a posh studio apartment in downtown L.A., the windows showing a great view of the city, the sun setting below. A spiral staircase led to the upper level with the bedroom and bathroom overlooking the area below. A small kitchen and dining table was off to one side while the large area boasted a sofa with TV and a pool table.

"This must have set you back a bit," Jeri said, clicking some of the pool balls together.

"Ah, my job makes up for it," he answered. "Research stuff can pay the bills well."

"Research?" Jeri frowned. "For what?"

"Oh, just this bio-tech thing by the university. Don't give it a second thought."

Instantly, any questions Jeri had about Danny's work vanished from her mind. She looked down at the pool table, picking up one stick. "Any good at this?"

"Some," Danny said. "Wanna try a game right now?"

"You're on," Jeri nodded as Danny set the balls up. He shuffled them a bit, waiting for her to set up her stick. "You wanna break?"

"Sure," Jeri nodded, leaning down a bit, giving Danny a great glimpse of that lovely cleavage. A thought struck him that he just couldn't resist. "Say, Jeri, how about we make this game interesting?"

"How so?" Jeri asked as she rubbed the tip of the cue with chalk.

"How about we make this strip pool?" Danny grinned. "Miss a shot, lose an article of clothing. And the other one picks what."

Jeri looked at him for a long, nervous moment before nodding. "Okay, fine. Rack 'em up."

"Oh, I intend to," Danny smiled.

Ten minutes later, Danny smacked a ball into the side pocket and heard Jeri groan in disappointment. He stood up to take her in. She was wearing only a loose shirt he'd let her borrow, open wide in the front to show off her magnificent large round breasts. Her lower half was completely exposed, her ass wiggling as she bent over to try and line up a shot, her blond bush showing perfectly well, her hair flowing around her.

As he stepped over Jeri's forgotten jeans, Danny had to congratulate himself. The mind- altering nanoprobes he'd developed had helped him nab a few babes before but dressing up in the Borg outfit to get Jeri like this was stroke of brilliance. The little techno bugs had done their job perfectly, dulling Jeri's will and making her incredibly open to anything Danny suggested, as proven by the fact she was just about naked in front of someone she'd only met a few hours ago.

Danny sunk in the last ball, Jeri cursing as she threw the cue down, crossing her arms under her chest, pushing her tits up a bit. "God, I'm usually better at this!"

She probably was, Danny reflected, when he wasn't telling her suggestible mind to miss every shot. "Well, you lost," he said, slowly coming up behind her. "Guess it's time to pay the price."

Before Jeri could ask what he meant, she felt his hands cup her buttocks and straightened, letting out a little gasp at his touch. Danny rubbed her buttocks hard as he brought his head to her ear. "How's about the loser fuck the winner now?"

His words echoed in Jeri's ears as he brought her hands around and cupped her wonderful tits, squeezing them tight, Jeri moaning as he did "oooooh." She let him work at her chest a bit before turning around and kissing him full on the lips, giving him a terrific thrill. She slowly lay back on the table, pushing the few remaining balls away as she slid off the shirt and lay naked for him.

Quickly chucking his clothes, Danny lay on top of her, kissing her hard before moving to her chest. He squeezed those gorgeous tits again, letting his tongue lick the nipples as Jeri sighed in contentment. "Ahhhh.....AH!" she let out as she suddenly felt Danny's cock enter her wet snatch, the long and hard rod starting to work in on her as Danny licked at her chest.

"Ooooh....." Jeri moaned as she felt Danny got at her, his rod thrusting in and out of her harder, his mouth gorging on those incredible breasts. "Harder......" Jeri got out. "Harder, dammit!" Danny obliged, licking at her tits and rubbing them more as he kept on going, slamming his cock out of her pussy harder and harder, the table buckling underneath them. "Ughmmm!" Danny got out through a mouthful of tit as he let loose. "AHHHH!" Jeri let out herself as she felt him come in her, loving the great orgasm.

Danny slid his rod out and then pushed it towards Jeri's mouth. "How about a blowjob?"

Jeri instantly took his rod into her mouth, sucking on the shaft and tickling the penis with her tongue as Danny worked at her. "Oooooh, yeah," Danny groaned. "Oh, yeah, just like----Say, Jeri, here's an idea......"

Within minutes, Jeri was still sucking on Danny's cock, her mouth encircling the shaft while her hands held a pool cue, sliding it up and down her body, the shaft working in between her tits while the tip slid near her pussy, turning her on immensely. Danny was enjoying himself as well, Jeri sucking on her shaft while the cue played around her gorgeous breasts, which were being rubbed by him.

"Keep it up," Danny hissed. "Oh, yeah, baby, keep it up, almost there, almost there..."

"Ummm...." Jeri got out as she kept sucking his shaft, head bobbing up and down on it as she kept rubbing her body with the cue, loving how her tits were pressed on the rubbing shaft, her pussy tickling as it slid over it. She suddenly felt Danny pull his cock out of her mouth, clutching it with one hand as he moved back. "AHHH!" Danny let out as he let loose, his cock erupting semen all over Jeri's gorgeous chest, a few drops hitting the cue as Danny emptied himself all over Jeri's breasts.

Danny watched as Jeri kept rubbing herself with the cue, her face in ecstasy as Danny kept rubbing at her cum-coated tits. He could have plenty of fun with Jeri under his control like this, maybe he could even get her to introduce him to some of her "Star Trek" friends. For now, he intended to have a lot more fun than the pool table designers had planned for. Seven of Nine, corner pocket. And anywhere else he could put his cock into.

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