Jean-Luc had always enjoyed history, and was soon engrossed in a history of the Federation. Many things were familiar, but there was rampant sexist throughout. She had to keep on digging deeper and deeper. It seemed this bigotry was entrenched in human society.
She shook her head, but the unfamiliar swish of hair, meant she quickly stopped.
"Dr. Crusher have you made any progress?" she asked over her shoulder, not lifting her gaze from the screen.
When the silence stretched out, she turned to see Dr. Crusher quickly extract her hand from up Reg's short skirt. With glistening finger he went back to his computer.
"Yes.... Yes, Ensign. I've found our records, and why things are the way things are." He looked back to the screen.
"I'm Doctor Richard Crusher, chief medical officer of the Enterprise Sick Bay, where we are."
He wiped his finger absently on Reg as she waved in her direction.
"This is Yeoman Regina Barclay, on secondment to the Engineering department as ... as entertainment."
Dr. Crusher's eyes glanced back to the screen.
"And you are Ensign Jean Lucy Picard. That's quite an achievement for a woman." she added a little patronisingly.
Jean bristled, "and why..."
"Shhh.... Shh... dear, here women don't need to worry about important things. It seems that the hormone levels are a little higher for women here, and it's just enough to reduce their focus, and drive. Generally women score significantly lower than men in IQ tests, and are less suited for leadership or any kind of decision making."
While the doctor was talking her hand rose to rub up against Regina's round ass. It was after all in the doctor's line of sight. A soft moan came from her as the doctor's hands made smooth circling motions.
"Oh... Ensign... Oh, that's as high a rank as a woman can reach..." he added.
"What!!! This is unacceptable!!" The former captain ejaculated.
"Calm down.... that's just your hormones making you more emotional...."
"Damn the hormones.... this is just wrong!" she continued. Her voice not carrying the same weight, sounding more shrill and panicky than commanding and outraged.
"I can give you something to help. But you won't like the treatment I've found listed here for female hysteria..." she allowed her voice to trail off, the threat was made and quite clear...
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