Mixed Signals (Part 1 of 2)

Posted on 30 Jan 2015 @ 1:36am by Petty Officer 1st Class Rebecca Williams & Lieutenant Olsam Mott

1,971 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: Episode 07 - Sojourn
Location: USS Galileo: Callisto Bar
Timeline: MD42 1900 hours

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As she rolled first one shoulder and then the second, Rebecca leaned both elbows back on the bar counter as she surveyed the people around her. The position only served to press her chest against the low cut neckline, offering a brief peek at what lay underneath for anyone lucky to be invited to see.

Dressed in a skin tight scarlet red dress, the fabric traced each sensual curve before it stopped at mid-thigh. From below the helm line, her long legs seeing to go on forever before the viewer reached the matching high heels which only a professional could manage to walk in. The 3 inch high heel would easily pierce the flesh of anyone found under their soles.

As a piece of black hair brushed Rebecca's cheek, she knew she drew stares from the diners whom surrounded her but she couldn't care less. Somewhere out there was her next conquest, a body to warm her and her bed that night...it was only a matter of pinning down him...or even her."

Olsam took note of the woman who'd just entered the restaurant, but only because he thought it was strange that she would wear her pajamas out in public. Or at least he assumed they were pajamas, because they really only looked fit to sleep in. She appeared to be quite human but looks could be deceiving so maybe she was from some Pajama Planet or something. He'd always maintained that you could never be too culturally sensitive, so it was important to make considerations for other people, even when they wore their pajamas to public restaurants.

When they made eye contact, he smiled very politely. It was important in interspecies communication to establish strong eye contact and be as friendly as possible, that way you usually didn't end up with a phaser bolt to the liver. Also, it helped put the other person at ease. Coming from a Pajama Planet to a Starfleet ship was probably a very difficult transition to make, so if his small gesture could make it a little easier then he was happy to do so.

Rebecca had almost overlooked the Bolian to start with, not because he wasn't easy to spot, far from it; but because he typically wasn't quite the person she had in mind...but plans could always be changed. She had heard that Bolians had no issue with polygamy so perhaps this Bolian would be open to heading somewhere quite with herself and another person of their choosing....

Maintaining the eye contact for a moment, Rebecca stridded across the room to her intended target. Her hips moved with each step she took, sure and confident that she would get what she wanted before the night ended. "Are you going to buy a girl a drink?"

"I don't know, does a girl need a drink?" Olsam asked, unintentionally buying into the flirtation. In reality, he was just deeply concerned there was someone in the room that was dehydrated. It started off simple enough, but it could lead to any number of severe medical conditions. Not only as a doctor but also as a compassionate individual he felt no person - man, woman or child - should be denied a drink based on a lack of currency.

A smile spread across the yeoman's ruby red lips, as she placed a hip against the edge of the stool beside the Bolian. The fact that the position allowed her hip to brush against his leg was only an added bonus, "What girl doesn't ever need a drink? I'll have whatever you're having. It looks..." Rebecca paused for a moment as she attempted to get a look at the contents of the glass, "...inviting."

"It's called a matahari, I think," Olsam said, peering into the glass along with her. He flagged down the bartender and ordered another one for her, then took a sip of his own. It was sweet and a little tangy, which he enjoyed immensely. It was sometimes hard to get a flavor through the Bolian's cartilaginous tongue, so anything that could do the trick was well appreciated. "It has a pomegranate base. Did you know pomegranate is considered an aphrodisiac on Earth?" He leaned up against the bar in an awkward pose, meant to seem casual, and rambled on with a very excited and elevated tone of voice. It was a medical discussion, after all, highly deserving of excitement. "Supposedly it has something to do with testosterone production, which increases libido as I'm sure you know. Terrans have a whole sort of mythology built around aphrodisiacs, it's fascinating stuff."

Rebecca placed her hand against the Bolian's leg as she boosted herself to sit on the stool. Her hand lingered where it was for a few moments more before her drink was placed on the bar counter. "Have you ever tried an Earth delicacy known as oysters? They say they have the same effect as this drink."

Moving her body, the yeoman's knees pushed against the alien's as she reached and took a small sip of her own drink allowing the taste to linger against her tongue before slowly licking her lips to catch a few scattered drops. "You scoop the oyster up in a shell and swallow the soft morsel in one. First you are hit with the feeling of wet and silk sliding down the back of your throat...lingering before the saltiness of the salt water overwhelms your tastebuds....The effect they say has many a man, or alien, throwing their woman over their shoulder and running from the room."

Olsam's face twisted a bit in confusion as he grappled with what she said. Why would he grab his woman and run from the room? He'd had literally thousands of oysters, and they'd never once made him run out of a room. Were they running to the bathroom? Were oysters dangerous somehow? It seemed possible. He'd seen people eat some very dangerous things chasing after supposed benefits, and his Bolian digestive system protected him from things that would outright kill a regular humanoid. Perhaps he'd been consuming dangerous levels of oysters all his life and never really realized it.

"That's a very intriguing description of them," Olsam said, nodding. "But my tastebuds don't get overwhelmed so easily. Would you like some oysters? I think they serve them here. I prefer them raw myself. I understand sometimes humans deep fry them and put them on sandwiches and the like, but I think it ruins the experience, don't you? You don't get the silken feeling of them sliding down the back of your throat or the heady rush of lapping up the last few remaining drops of juice. There's so much intense pleasure to be derived from the simple things in life."

Rebecca could feel the tempature in the room raise as she listened to the Bolian speak. She would never have expected one to sound so sensual and sexual...maybe she had underestimated this alien on first encounter.

Nodding towards the bar tender, Rebecca gave their order for a dozen oysters before settling back into her stool and taking a closer look at the alien seating infront of her. Moving her hand, she used a fingertip to lightly trace patterns against the Bolian's upper thigh while her eyes studied his face carefully. "What overwhelms you then if oysters are unable to...do it for you."

Of course Olsam was no stranger to women touching his thighs; it had happened to him on no less than nine different occasions, mostly in bar settings just like this one. He'd never understood it and couldn't find anything in the medical database to indicate a reasoning for it, so he'd simply written it off as a peculiarity of the opposite sex. Or, perhaps, she was writing on his leg in a secret code... He lifted an eyebrow in curious surprise - an act that really was borne out of curiosity and surprise but likely gave the impression of interest - and began paying attention to the symbology. For all he knew, he was presently being embroiled in a very serious Starfleet Intelligence operation to thwart an assassination attempt against the Federation President...

"Hmm? What overwhelms me? Well, nothing much, really. I think I've seen virtually everything. I'm a physician, and I've volunteered in several combat and relief missions. So between the trenches and refugee camps, you see a lot. And I'm adventurous on top of it. I'm always looking for something new to conquer, so I'd hate to say there's anything that could truly overwhelm me. It seems so limiting to say something is overwhelming, doesn't it? It's such a...well, limitation."

Rebecca broke their contact temporarily as the waitress leaned between them both to leave the dish of oysters on the bar. This was getting curiouser and curiouser....She was used to being able to bend men to her every whim, but something didn't feel quite right. He was acting as she'd expect but...

Tossing her concerns to one side, Rebecca leaned over to carefully raise up one of the oyster shells in offer to the Bolian. As she leaned in further to offer it to his lips, the yeoman offered a tantalising view straight down her cleavage. "May I?"

"Oh, thank you," Olsam said cheerily, allowing the oyster to slide into his mouth. His eyes were crossed, watching the shell and its slimy contents until they disappeared from his field of vision. While swallowing, he smiled at her so that his cheeks plumped up and almost squinted his eyes, a look of extreme satisfaction. It was clear he would have been far more interested in actual melons than what Rebecca had on offer. "It's a very traditional gesture on Bolarus to feed the first bite to another person, something to do with proving it's not poisoned food. It's so nice to see even someone from your planet is familiar with our customs! May I?"

The Bolian picked up one of the oysters on the half shell and brought it up to her lips, lifting his eyebrows in anticipation.

Not questioning the aliens reasoning, Rebecca leaned in closer, parted her lips before she felt the rough edge of the shell press against her lower lip. Flicking out her tongue slightly, she easily guided the salty morsel to the back of her throat where she held it briefly before allowing it to slide a path down the back of her throat.

Rebecca allowed her eyes to close in blissful pleasure as she let out a very soft and brief moan before allowing her fingertips to brush away the salty drops of water lingering on her lips. "Pure heaven....There's only one thing in life more pleasurable than sensual food."

"I know," Olsam said, his voice dropping to a low, husky baritone as he turned to lock eyes with her. His lips parted and he closed his eyes, leaning his head back slightly as if he were in the throes of an intense, passionate affair. "More sensual food."

Rebecca laughed softly as she found this alien intriguing. It was becoming more and more apparent it would be two rather than three but there was enough there for her to work with, enough to make the effort worth while.

"How about we go back to mine? I'm sure that I could find more delicacies with which I can sate your appetite with...You would be surprised at what I can manage when I put my mind to it."


[TBC]

Petty Officer 2nd Class Rebecca Williams
Command Officer's Yeoman
USS Galileo

Lieutenant Olsam Mott, M.D.
Assistant Chief Medical Officer
USS Galileo

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