Club Cluros (Part 2 of 2) [18+]

Posted on 12 Feb 2015 @ 8:02pm by Rear Admiral Lirha Saalm & Commander Allyndra illm Warraquim & Command Master Chief Markum Quinn & Nesh Saalm & Petty Officer 1st Class Siren Hex Saalm & Lieutenant JG Dorian West

3,256 words; about a 16 minute read

Mission: Episode 07 - Sojourn
Location: Rigel VII - Vajripam, Club Cluros
Timeline: MD 20 - 2250 local

[CONTINUED]

Lirha smiled back and nodded politely in return as a cloud of smoke from their poubyal dissipated into the ceilings discrete smoke-eater machines. "Thank you, sister. I am honored by your hospitality," she fondly replied. "These are my guests from my starship. My medical officer, Allyndra; my chief of the boat, Markum; our young helmsman, Wintrow; our security officers, Aria and Luke; our counselor, Dorian; my sister, Nesh; ...and my fiance, Siren," she said while introducing each of them to the club's owner.

Iraha waved and bowed slightly. "I am Iraha. It's a pleasure to meet all of you. Such a fine group of young people. And well-aging men," she added with a sultry wink towards Quinn and Wyatt. "Are you all enjoying yourselves so far?"

Wintrow nodded lazily as he all but leaned against Nesh. "Yes," he said, "I've not felt this relaxed in a very long time."

"It's been amazing," Siren assured with a warm smile, shaking her head lightly. "I'm trying to drink it all in while I can. Hopefully it won't be a complete haze of a memory..." she chuckled, a teasing smile coming to her.

Allyndra waited while the rest talked and then when it seemed appropriate said, "A most interesting and beautiful place you have. I must admit though the intensity is more than I am used to." Her words a little less slurred as the drug was wearing off.

Nesh had been daintily nibbling on a wingslug when the woman began engaging the party. Awkward as that was, she smiled best she could and nodded, without food falling out of her mouth.

Quinn grinned at the host as he exhaled another round of rings. "Hello, Iraha. Lovely place, almost as lovely as the owner."

The older Orion mistress bowed politely and gave Quinn a sultry smile in return for his compliment. "Thank you. You are quite lovely yourself. For a seasoned Human, that is," she teased with a light smile which revealed her almost-perfectly white teeth.

Quinn grinned and watched the green temptress. Yeah, he figured seasoned was a nice way of saying old.

"Perhaps something to help all of you relax?" Iraha suggested. Well, it was more like a half-suggestion half-order, and she raised her hand towards a group of nearby young Orions and waved them over. "It is time for the entertainment," she matter-of-factly stated.

The mixed group of teenage Orions came as summoned, and one carried a drink tray with extra cocktails for Lirha's group. After depositing them on the table for everyone to drink, the gold-skinned Orion male stepped back and looked towards the rest of his colleagues before starting to dance to the club's thumping bass. The other servants also began to entertain with traditional Orion movements. The young ladies swayed their hips in tandem with the half note, and the their glittery arms waved and moved back and forth with true dancing precision.

Stepping back from the table to observe, Iraha smiled to herself with approval, happy to see her workers so well-trained and rythmatic with their dance.

"Is there a specific purpose to this dance?" Wintrow whispered, leaning towards Nesh, "because it is...captivating...for sure."

Allyndra had overheard the comment and before Nesh answered said, "I believe it is meant to stimulate the senses for mating purposes. Many cultures use dance as a form of eroticism, mine included."

"M-mating purposes?" the teenage boy stammered, shifting uncomfortably.

"You know, sexual arousement. I suppose what one does with that aroused state is up to each individual," Allyndra replied watching the dancers. They were good but such a display was not what was done to arouse in her culture so it was more fascinating then effective.

"Never danced the horizontal rhumba?" Dorian sipped his drink with a chuckle, but was clearly only teasing. "It's pretty good fun...once you know the steps...."

And another wingslug ended up down Nesh's gullet before she responded the best she could. "I didn't know rhumbas could be horizontal-wait, what's a rhumba? Is that a sort of dance?"

"Rhumba is a dance," Wintrow confirmed softly, "and the horizontal reference means something else." Quietly he whispered the meaning into her ear, but did not mention to anyone that yes he did know the steps, but never with a woman. While he thought about it, he never said it out loud.

Unphased, Nesh brightened up. "That's cool! We should learn how to do that some time, Win!"

"I'm sure we can arrange something when we get back to Galileo," the boy promised her, returning her smile with one of his own. "I'm not sure I have the grace left to try anything now....I'm not even sure I'm able to walk right now."

"I'll hold you to it!" Nesh seemed absolutely tickled with the idea, regardless of any other implications around her.

Wintrow just smiled and sipped at his drink, realizing that he'd failed to mention that he had actually been referring to the actual dance and not the somewhat underhand reference. Not that he'd mind...he did like her, very much in fact and knew that some of his feelings for her were actually less than innocent and 'just friends'.

Quinn tilted his glass at the lad. "Make sure you pull her hair lad. They love that."

Dorian almost choked on his drink at Quinn's comment, unable to stop laughing as he watched him with shining, dark eyes. "Don't teach that in the Academy, do they."

Quinn shrugged his shoulders, "I doubt it, but for us enlisted, it was day two at boot camp."

Siren held her breath, watching it all with a mix of emotion. It was fascinating seeing what people talked about up close and personal. But it was also...uncomfortable to watch as a woman. A woman who came from a place where unaffiliated women, and sometimes men, often ended up as property or playthings for the men in gangs to use as they wished. She couldn't help but wonder how much was celebration of sexuality and how much was forced display.

Lirha happily watched the artistic display without much of a second thought. Dance and rhythm were very popular in Orion culture and it had been quite a while since she'd been able to indulge herself with a proper performance. Certainly aboard Galileo there was never such a show, and so she smiled at the young dancers with approval while sipping on her new cocktail. The alcohol mixed with j'mordal was making her feel quite relaxed, and she snuggled closer to Siren and rested her head on her shoulder with a content sigh.

Allyndra finally felt most of the alcohol and drug wearing off and had vowed to remain a bit more clear headed for the rest of time here. She still enjoyed watching everyone else and made pretend sips of her drink taking in the exotic place. Briefly she wondered how it might have been all those centuries ago when it was said that some of her people had encountered or had been encountered by people matching the Orions. That they had a reputation of being slavers was one thing, but it was obvious it was also a culture that loved the sensual.

"Lirha," Allyndra decided formality here would be out of place though it seemed still odd not to address a flag officer by rank. "Do you dance? It would appear that much of your culture is devoted to it."

"Yes, I do. But not for many moons," Lirha admitted with a small smile. "It is difficult to find the time when we are deployed. Between the paperwork and conference calls, I feel I have missed out a bit."

"I understand, but we are here and time to do things we have not had time for. Perhaps, you would care to dance?" Allyndra turned her attention to Lirha's partner. "If you do not mind." She then looked back to Lirha and with an easy motion stood.

"Please I would like to learn a bit more about Orion dancing."

Lirha wasn't opposed to the idea, but also wanted to get her fiance's permission before going off to dance with another woman. Especially one who served aboard the same starship.

Looking between the two ladies in the growing silence, Siren finally realised they were waiting for her to speak on it. "Oh! Yeah, sure...if you can't trust a doctor, who can you trust?"

Giving Siren a small private smile, Lirha slowly rose from her seat and motioned for Allyndra to lead the way to the dance floor. "After you."

Allyndra nodded and made a small curtsey toward Siren in thanks and then took Lirha's hand. It was surprisingly cool, in the hot environment but then she was Orion and much more used to the environment.

"You will have to show me. I am not used to Orion dancing. I took a bit of Terran ballroom and know how to water dance but..." Allyndra laughed looking over at a fountain. "But I don't think they would like me dancing in the fountain."

"Of course," replied Lirha with a gentle smile. The Akkadian was no doubt a very attractive and exotic woman, and had the commodore not already been engaged and devoted to Siren, she might have made a pass at her this evening...especially considering the smoke and alcohol now surging through her body. Instead though, dancing was the order of business, and Lirha stopped in front of Allyndra to show her the basics of Orion dance. "It is all in the rhythm. Natural movements in tandem with the notes," she began to explain while letting her hips sway from side to side in accordance with the music. "Slow and graceful," she added while adding more dip to her knees and more pronounced swaying. "Once the lower body is synchronized, the arms and hands can join." Lirha then began to hold her arms out in various poses to both the sides and in front of her to show what she meant.

Allyndra watched Lirha start and explain. She felt herself slowly moving though not really the exotic way that Lirha was now moving. She could see beyound the pheromones just why Orion women were considered so erotic. Maybe if she could learn a little she might be able to entice Lamar a bit more. She watched and tried to imitate. It was hard to let go of the formality she was trained with all her life but as Lirha's dancing became more exotic it beckoned her to try.

It was fun and soon there were several eyes on the both of them. Some of the male patrons called out to encourage and Allyndra though she could not match the exotic moves of Lirha still did her best and then she began to use her wings almost like a depiction she had seen of Terran Ancient Egypt with Isis. She would swirl and at times lightly brush some of appreciative patrons and they would laugh and shout encouragement.

"Oh Lirha, this is fun!" Allyndra shouted over the music and noise. "You must send me instructions!"

The commodore raised her eyebrows with amusement. "Instructions? It is called practice!" she teased in return while continuing to dance. "And improvisation! You are doing well for your first time," she added while watching the winged-woman. She wasn't quite as adept at the style as some other races currently present in the club, but it was nothing a few more drinks and repetition couldn't fix.

While the entertainment was in full swing for the evening, the commodore's entourage hadn't gone unnoticed by several of the other club-goers. In particular, a group of middle-aged Orion men who were at a nearby table had taken notice of the festivities, and one of them -- presumably the senior-most one -- rose from his seat to approach Lirha's group. His approach was subtle and instead of speaking to Lirha or Nesh, he simply gave them both a courtesy nod and proceeded to kneel down next to Wintrow. "Hello, young man. I couldn't help but notice you are enjoying yourself," he said with a hearty smile and a pat on the cadet's back. "My name is Hoshod. My...associates and I invite you to come sit with us for a drink and more entertainment," he motioned back towards his table where two other Orions were sitting and watching from a distance. "

Startled, Wintrow cringed at the undesired touch, just not shying away from it. "Uhm, I already have company sir," he replied softly, giving a feeble gesture towards Nesh. He gave the man a once-over and somehow, going with him didn't feel right. "Maybe later," he added uncomfortably, casting Nesh a helpless look, hoping she'd help him out here.

"Yes, of course, and a very beautiful young mistress at that," replied Hoshod non-chalantly with a casual hand gesture towards Nesh. "But I must inform you that you are most obviously a guest here in Vajripam, and as such... to deny our invitation is often seen as rudeness. Besides, we merely wish to introduce ourselves and extend our hospitality. We--I," he corrected, "promise you may return to your friends after a few minutes. I insist," he smiled invitingly.

"I must decline," Wintrow replied, suddenly feeling a little nervous. Though the man had a very nice and inviting smile, something just didn't feel right about how he said what he said. "I am the commodore's guest, and it would be rude to leave her party. Especially when I'm here with her sister as her date."

"Please," Hoshod chucked again with a somewhat overly-casual demeanor, "I must insist again. Join us! Your mistress is well-entertained by these dancers." He waved he hand back towards his own colleagues who smiled invitingly and waved the young cadet over. "I see you are indulging in j'mordal...we have much more over at our table. Come..." he replied, this time with a more firm and deep tenor in his voice.

Quinn set his drink down and cleared his throat. "The young man said, No. You should go back to your table and mind your own business before any, misunderstanding happens."

Dorian watched with dark, focussed eyes as he sipped his drink slowly, ready to back Quinn up if needed, but remaining silent and relaxed unless there was a turn in the proceedings.

Wintrow chose to further ignore the man and his illuster invitation. He cast Quinn a grateful look but otherwise said nothing. Quinn was right, he had said no and one no should be enough. Instead, he turned to Nesh. "Would you like to dance?"

Nesh threw the male Orion a rare cold gaze, as if attempting to evaluate the man. The moment Win offered a dance, she smiled, though her eyes never left Hoshod. "I would love to, Win."

As gracefully as his current physical state allowed, Wintrow got to his feet and held out his hand to Nesh. "Then let's go dance and have a good time," he said, never once looking back at the Hoshod and his friends.

After being given the cold shoulder by several of those in Lirha's party, Hoshod grumbled to himself in Orion yet gave the group a polite nod before turning away and slowly heading back to his entourage. "As you wish. Enjoy your evening." Something in his eyes was devious, however, though it wasn't particularly obvious what it was.

Quinn looked to Lirha. "Were those friends of yours?"

The commodore had witnessed the brief exchange between Wintrow and Hoshod from afar, and shook her head with a light shrug. "I am not familiar with him. Or them," she answered with a wandering glance over towards the man's friends.

Her cold stare lasted until Hoshod left, but she brightened up instantly, taking Wintrow's hand and smiling wide. "Of course! Let's go!" She hopped up, nearly dragging him off to the dance floor in her hurry.

Quinn shook his head while watching the kids do their modern dancing. He simply took another sip and watched the entertainment.

"I hope I won't step on your toes," Wintrow whispered as he held Nesh's hands, "I don't feel very well co-ordinated right now, I had a bit much to drink I'm afraid." He giggled nervously, unable to shake the nagging feeling that crept up his spine. He could still feel Hoshod's eyes on him, despite being out of his direct line of sight.

Nesh had, by this point, kept Hoshod out of her mind, smiling at Wintrow and squeezing his hands. "Even if you do, we'll still have fun, I bet. Then you could show me your fancy, rhumba moves later."

"I will," the boy promised, "but you may have to remind me."

Shimmying her hips, Nesh stepped in close, whispering low. "Oh, don't worry Win, I'll remind you."

"I'm counting on it," Wintrow whispered back, closing his eyes as he enjoyed her proximity.

Allyndra flopped down on the couch again having missed most of the interaction and smiled as Win finally got Nesh out. "What was all that about?" Allyndra asked the Chief.

Quinn shook his head slightly, "It seems the large Orion has an acute interest in our Cadet. I had to remind him nicely that Win wasn't interested. He gave up much to easily to that. Maybe he was afraid of hurting a senior citizen." Quinn added with a grin.

"Senior citizen? You are not referring to yourself I hope. Anyway," Allyndra looked over at the group. She wondered what their interest might be. The old slave mistress had certainly recognized what she was and had been interested. "There is not a Chief of the Boat that I have ever worked with that couldn't trash most of them with one hand behind their back and I doubt you are any different. Forget them." She nodded her chin toward Win and Nesh. "They look like a nice couple wouldn't you agree?"

"Thanks." The CoB replied with a slight blush. He stared at the pair and nodded. "They do. To be that young again."

"I know your file Chief and even for your species standard your not that aged. You would give many a younger man a run for their money and I would bet that many women find you more than satisfactory," Allyndra said and then blushed herself. She changed the subject. She nodded her chin toward the group of Orions that had come over. "I wonder what their interest was? I am starting to feel like ghost. I would have thought an Akkadian here would be quite a sight. Tell me Chief honestly am I ugly? I mean that honestly."

Markum shook his head at Allyndra. "No, Doc. Far from it. You really are beautiful. You'd be a real catch for any lucky guy. Seriously."

"Thank you, it is much appreciated," Allyndra made a nod. Perhaps the evening was not that bad after all.

[OFF]

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CDRE Lirha Saalm
Mission Advisor
USS Galileo

Cadet SO Wintrow Paragon
Support Craft Pilot
USS Galileo
[PNPC T'Vanna]

LCMR Allyndra illm Warraquim
Chief Medical Officer
USS Galileo

CMCPO Markum Quinn
Chief of the Boat
USS Galileo

PO1 Siren Hex
Intelligence
USS Galileo
[PNPC Blake]

LT JG Dorian West
Counsellor
USS Galileo
[PNPC Blake]

Cadet FO Nesh Saalm
Scientist's Mate
USS Galileo
[PNPC Kita]

Iraha
Owner
Club Cluros
[PNPC Saalm]

Hoshod
Entrepreneur
[PNPC Saalm]

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