Sex Trek - Caught in a Hard Place

[Sin's Muse]

Hello, here is an introductory post for Veena, an Orion cocktail waitress onboard a ship. Orions are green-skinned humanoids. They were featured on the first episode of the original series. An alien race tried to use one of them to tempt the captain. A still of a dancing Orion woman is also shown during the closing credits.

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Veena’s lustrous green legs balanced on a pair of high, semi-anti-grav shoes as she slid over the cantina floor to the back table. Her fingers spread out beneath the drink tray she held above her shoulder. Tableside, she bent gracefully with her knees, tipping her head so that her glossy black hair fell over her bare shoulder as she placed a tall drink on the table.

The patron, a bland, forgettable human in a gold uniform said, “An Orion huh? Don’t see many of you lovlies . . . .”

In response to his compliment, Veena simply focused her black eyes on him and gave him a slight smile that made her cheeks blush a faint pink against her verdant green features. “No, I am the only Orion on the USS Enterpussy.”

“Just wondering how I missed you. Um how much is the drink?”

“Well drinks and draft beers are free, but this is a special. Five credits.” Plus a tip, Veena thought.

“Five? Aw shit, I left all of my money back in my quarters.” He leaned back against the seat, wobbling about as if too drunk to sit straight. “But look here honey,” He said as he crocked his finger to bring her close.

Veena clicked her heels to let her gravity-defying shoes lower the tips of her toes to the floor, bending one knee coyly over the other to prevent her short skirt from giving him a show of her green snatch, she leaned forward.

“I’ve got about fifty credits back in my quarters, enough for this drink, enough for a hearty tip for you, and maybe for us to have a good time later?”

They all wanted to have a good time with her, she thought wearily. Why, she wasn’t quite sure. Veena had the same shape as a human woman, two lovely legs topped with a round ass that tapered into a slim waist. Like most other humanoid females, she carried two breasts on her chest, green-skinned with light pink nipples that showed up as pinpoints jutting from her one-shouldered cocktail waitressing uniform. But the swirl of half-true rumors that teased the ears of new cadets made Orion women out to be ultimate sexual conquests. It was said that they loved submission, could gain pleasure from pain, and had fully articulated pussies that could sense how a cock liked to be treated. Yet another set of rumors claimed that Orion woman were incapable of faking orgasms, and that a man who could bring an Orion woman to climax would be an amazing lover. While many men would have liked to boast of accomplishing the feat, fear that they could not kept them away. So Veena spent most nights alone, and hadn't had a lover since she had been on the ship.

“Look, I’ll get the money for you. Then you owe me five credits for the drink, ten for a tip. Nothing else.”

“I guess that’ll do,” he said with a sly smile. “Here, take my comm badge. It will get you into my room, C-117. You’ll see the credits on the dresser.”

Her arm swept the table, picking up the comm badge and drink. “All right. But next time you order a drink, have the money on you.” Veena clicked her heels again, and her shoes lifted her six inches off of the floor. Her green toes pointed downward as she hovered out of the cantina and to room C-117.

The door scanned the badge Veena held and opened for her. She slid through and placed the drink tray on the dresser while she looked for the credits. As her eyes got used to the room’s dim lighting, she noticed some inconsistencies. The man at the bar was an enlisted man, with no rank insignia on his uniform. Cabins this large, with wide windows onto the universe and spacious beds, were reserved for officers. Turning back to her task, she found a large pile of credits, but a nervous fluttering in her stomach told her that the money did not belong to the man in the bar.

It was too late for her to escape undetected. The owner of the badge, and resident of the cabin, tapped his security code into the door manually. Veena heard the beeps and blips as the door authorized the code and slid open to reveal Veena standing in the center of the room.

 

[poohlive]

It had been a long day, and an even longer shift. He couldn't believe that such routine tasks could be so time consuming and tiresome. After another few days like this, he would need a vacation.
Captain Tan walked out of the lift, with several other officers. They were walking and talking, some of them about oncerns of anti rusting from the containment fields, or request forms for ship leave. He sighed, unsure if he really cared or not.
"Hey, we're going to get some drinks, you going to join?"
He paused, shaking his head, "I'm just going to bed."
A general murmur of disappointment met him.
"Tomorrow night. I'll drink you under the table."
He gave a nod, letting them head off toward the cantina. He was already half asleep by the time he made it to his own quarters. The doors swooshed open as he let out half a yawn.
But, he stopped. His eyes, adjusting to the room, glanced first at the woman, green, and then at his pile of credits in the far corner.
What?
It took him a moment for things to click in his head, "So you're the one that's been stealing my credits."
He had noticed in the past few weeks, his pile of credits going steadily down. And, to his amazement, his old comm badge was on one of the tables, along with a tray.
The cocktail waitress? The Orion? Why would she be greedy enough to steal from him?
"You want to explain yourself before I call security?"

 

[Sin's Muse]

“Oh Captain!” She said. Oh Shit, she thought. “I . . . . I am delivering your drink. Did you not order one?”

Veena easily fell into the act of a clueless, simple girl. Since most people did not think much of Orion’s mental capabilities, the green skinned beauty often fell into the act.

OFF: Thanks for replying!

 

[poohlive]

Tan paused for a moment, thinking this just might be true. He had ordered drinks from the bar before, letting whoever bring it into him. This wasn't unusual... except he hadn't ordered any drink.
And, Tan looked down at the empty drink tray, there was no drink to be found.
What was she up to?
"I've been having a break-in these past couple of weeks, someone stolen, or found, my comm badge, and decided to help themselves with the last of my own credits."
He took a step closer, eyes boring into hers, that soft green skin made this guilt trip almost seen hurtful. If it had been under any other circumstances...
"So, you want to stick to the story of getting me a drink? You just found my comm badge, ran up here, and started getting yourself a tip?"
Furrowing his brow, he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Last time to tell the truth, before I throw you in the brig..."

 

[Sin's Muse]

Veena didn't like to be a snitch, but she didn't want to spend any time in the brig over a stranger.

"I . . . I . . . OK. Someone in the cantina told me that this was his room. He ordered a very expensive drink, and then said he did not have the money. He gave me the comm badge and told me to come up here. I swear!"

 

[graceanne]

Intro to Blake, first mate

ooc Blake Daniels is the first mate. He is 6'2", with black hair, intense blue eyes. He's had long, but strong muscles, and the lithe grace of a jungle cat.

Blake sat back in the command chair, his eyes slightly closed. There was nothing in the world as boring as getting night shift on the bridge. At least during the day he had Ensen Allen to look at, lust over. Ensen Allen of the jet black hair, and soft pillowy breasts, and tiny waist. Blake closed his eyes, and imagined they were in his quarters. Marie, in his dreams he always called her Marie, would smile at him, with those soft bee stung lips, and crook a finger at him. He'd walk over to her, and sweep her up in his stong arms, her head arching up so that their lips could meet. Her lips would part with a sigh of desire, and he would slip his tongue into her mouth. Her slender arms would reach up and wrap around his kneck, and she'd press those beautiful breasts into his hard chest. Blake would then carry her over to his bed, and lay her on the bed, her black hair a sharp contrast to the white cotton of his sheets. He'd pull back to unbutton her blouse, and she'd smile. It'd be a siren's smile, one to entice and arouse. Then her shirt would part, and he'd get his first glance of her high breasts, their nipples hard pebbled on her breasts. Blake would press a kiss to the, gently sucking them into his mouth, and she's cry out his name.
"Blake!" her back arched, pushing her nipple further into his mouth, while her hands laced through his hair, holding him to her breast. Blake would be busy pushing her pants down, revealing her siren red thong underwear. Then he'd pull them off, too, until she'd lay there, glorius in her nudity. She'd laugh huskily, and say.
"Your turn." Rolling them over, she'd slowly strip him of his shirt, and his pants, until the only thing touching him was her sweaty skin. She'd bend over to kiss him, her nipples grazing his chest, her legs sliding along side of him, till her hot core was pressed against his cock, teasing him. Finally she'd sit up and reach down to put him at her entrance.
"I have to have you in me." she'd groan, pushing his hard length into her wet, tight pussy. She'd whimper, and throw her head back, her breast at attention, begging for his attention. She'd cry out as his hands would roll the hard nubbin of her nipples, and her hips would quicken as her orgasm would approach. She'd grab one of his hands, and bring it down to her clit.
"Touch me." she'd beg . . .
Suddenly the lights went on. Blake opened his eyes, and put his feet to the ground, startled. He turned around, and sighed. It was some servant or the other, bringing him his dinner.

 

[poohlive]

Tan turned the story over in his head... well, at least it was honest. He didn't know if he quite believed her or not, but she didn't seem like the kind of person who'd lie or cheat. And, she definitely would have had a better story if she truly had been trying to take his money.
"Sorry to bark my head off," He said, sitting down on the bed, "It's been a long day, training and routine check-ups. I hadn't really expected this at all."
He wanted to introduce himself, but thought that would be stupid. She would know who he is, and he only knew of her by profession, nothing else. One of the stewardesses in the cantina.
"Take what you need," He guestured to the wad of credits on the dresser, "And a tip, I suppose the guy jipped you out of that too."

 

[Sin's Muse]

Captain Tan and Veena

"The guy jipped me, yes . . . but I will not take your money, Captain Tan." She said his name sweetly, like she was pronouncing the scientific name of her favorite flower. "But I did not leave the drink with him, I brought it with me, see it there on the dresser? Would you like to have it? Its strong . . ."

 

[Sin's Muse]

Blake and Ensen Allen

Suddenly the lights went on. Blake opened his eyes, and put his feet to the ground, startled. He turned around, and sighed. It was some servant or the other, bringing him his dinner.

But he was mistaken, it was Ensen Allen, carrying her data padd in front of her like it was a part of her arm, something that never disconnected.

"Who is Marie?" She asked flatly. "You say that name a lot when you should be working. . . . Don't answer that." Knowing Blake, Marie was some spaceport floozy. "Take a look at this, its the crew roster. I was double checking it against our list of personnel, and it doesn't add up. We seem to have two extra people onboard.

 

[graceanne]

Blake set his feet on the ground. "There's what?" he said in surprise. "How'd the hell that happen?"
Blake surged to his feet and went over to look at roster. "Who's the stow away." he said, his stong shoulders brushing against her as he reached out to take the crew roster.

 

[poohlive]

Tan gave a small smile, looking at the drink. Strong? She said, was there a hint of something more in that? He didn't know. For a moment, he wondered... but she was an Orion after all.
Shaking it from him, he stood up, shrugged his shoulders, and downed the drink on his dresser.
He coughed, sputtered, and then with a raspy voice said, "That is strong."
Oh, his aching muscles. With this new fire in his belly he did want to go down and have a drink with the guys, maybe even catch a game of poker or something. All of the routine checkup's in the world couldn't destroy this happiness that flooded him.
"Ahhh, you sure know how to hit the spot. Thank you for that. So, if you aren't in a hurry to leave, please, sit down..."
He motioned for a place beside him, on the bed, "Tell me a little about yourself."

 

[Sin's Muse]

Hello:

Real life has gotten in the way of my posting these last few days, and it looks like I will not be able to post much for a while. I have to back out of this thread. Poolhive, Grace Anne, Thank you for the responses.

Marie