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Earth date, July 2264 – Night time, planet Risa, The Grand Temtibi hotel

AN: Imagine a mirror universe with a Vulcan empire! A chance to let out one's naughty side with words! A mirror chapter of 'Men are from Vulcan'

Pike groaned in ecstasy as he released himself. Swept away in the throes of passion Seria clenched her inner walls around him. They kissed once again before he mumbled 'Love you Mistress Ria' and collapsed in a heap beside her in the emperor sized bed. Seria smiled as she considered what he lacked in stamina compared to a Vulcan male he more than made up with enthusiasm and technique. Well he did manage six delightful rounds.

She knew he enjoyed his birthday present. Her Terran lover had been extremely busy. He was a captain in Earth defense force where security on Earth had tightened once it was confirmed the terrorist who caused the explosion at Imperial Military HQ back in January and contributed to her physical disability had connections to the Orion syndicate.

It was her idea for them to spend some time together celebrating his 59th birthday on Risa. She did have another motive, his ex-wife Lisa Pike had moved to London and she knew and even T'Ynise confirmed that she had designs on reconnecting with her ex-husband. Not that she doubted his loyalty, Pike was her's but she did not want him to be a suspect when the former Mrs Pike met an unfortunate 'accident'. Seria reminded him that having immobile legs did not make the rest of her fragile. She had proven that to him many times during the night. And the present smile on his now sleeping face told her that he had gotten the message.

Rachel her mother was pleased that she had found someone who cared for her. But her Vulcan father Salas, well for him the jury was still out or as he put it "The passing of time will determine his suitability to be your consort". Seria suspected he preferred she still look for a Vulcan male who had the 'right connections.'

As Seria thought of her parents she recalled the tale of how they met. It was a classic case of, how her mother put it that sometimes 'Better to fuck the devil you know, than the one you don't know".

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14th February 2215 – London, England

Rachel Maxwell buttoned up her woollen coat against the cold as she left home for the night shift. It was Valentine's night, one of the few Earth customs that their Vulcan masters allowed. Anyway she was not looking for romance having dumped her boyfriend Gary just before December 25th (Celebrating that date was illegal). She caught Gary in bed with not only another female but another male, well that was too much for her to just 'forgive and forget'. They were both welcome to him!

She stepped into the autotaxi and keyed the postcode to Tottenham Court Road to T'Shea's restaurant. Her Vulcan employer had booked a private room for a few friends; singles, couples and triples so that everyone could have a 'productive evening' as she put it and not be left out. T'Shea's dinner parties were 'interesting', it was a good chance to earn some extra credits or take the hours off as overtime. If she found her work satisfactory maybe T'Shea would recommend her services so she could get more customers for her new bakery business.

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Salas did not want to be here. Salas did not want to be sitting with others in a place where you not only were expected to eat but also to eat and converse with non clan members.

"You need to expand your political circle," was T'Shea's reason for inviting him. "The Ancient Terrans have a saying, keep your friends close but your enemies even closer."

"I do not need a wider political circle. I have worked on this cold, damp planet long enough." Salas replied.

"Well since the Imperial office sent you here have you conversed with anyone outside of a work setting?" asked T'Shea.

"Doctor Clarkson works as my attendant when I frequent Earth sporting venues" retorted Salas.

T'Shea almost sighed, she had met Doctor Roger Clarkson. He was nothing more than a sycophant. She deduced that it was not just Salas brain he was interested in. Anywhere he did not stand a chance of being Salas sexual partner, his sexual preference was limited to females only.

So here sat Salas at a rectangle table with fifteen other people most of them Vulcans, a few high ranking Terrans. There was also a Caitian couple on his right, a Betazed female with her two sex slaves opposite him, one Terran male the other not quite gendar specific as far as Salas could tell. They were deep in conversation comparing the Terran Valentine 's Day to similar days around the galaxy.

The Betazed female, TaLeia proudly stated that a day like this on her world would be spent with everyone around the table sharing telepathic sexual imagery. However she used a more crude human term. The Caitian male, Azlan said there was a similar day on Cait called 'The Day of Heat'. Salas could estimate the probability that excessive mating took place on that day as well. Not that he was against such things but did he really need to share talk about physical intimacy with non Vulcans?

When asked if Vulcans had anything similar his curt reply was,

"Valentine's day is illogical. A Vulcan male does not need one day of the year to guarantee sexual pleasure."

Which opened up the Vulcans in the room to more questions about Vulcan mating rituals since information on the subject was few and far between.

He looked at his cousin T'Shea as if to say 'End this farce. Now.'

However her attention was diverted by the door being open to let in the evening's server.

"I come to serve" Rachel entered the room slightly out of breath. She had to run the last few metres to make it on time for her shift since the damn autotaxi broke down, however being late was not tolerated, not even when one had a good reason.

Salas turned as he heard the sound of her voice; it was a different accent from the London sounds and other off-world sounds he was used to hearing. He wondered which region of the country she came from. He wondered how on earth her small height of 1.62cm could walk in those high boots. He wondered how such a small body could carry such generous mammary glands and generous posterior. He wondered if she tasted as pleasurable as she looked with her curly black hair, light brown eyes and full lips. With her brown skin she reminded him of his ethnic group, the Sular Alam'ak (people of the sun) who lived in Vulcan's equatorial regions. He wondered how many credits it would take to purchase her employment contract from his cousin. He had not experienced copulation since he arrived on Earth one year, three months and two weeks ago.

It was time to change the situation.

Author's Notes:

As much as I love the mirror universe there is no way in hell the much stronger Vulcan race would allow themselves to be overrun by physically weaker and technologically behind humans. More like the other way round.

Still home with an annoying cold, reviews will cheer me up!