Risa to the occasion

Posted on Mon Jun 29th, 2020 @ 1:04pm by Commander Sean Silk & Ensign Billi

Mission: Shore Leave
Location: Risa
Timeline: current

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Commander Sean Silk had already been on Risa for three weeks, his leave time coinciding with the arrival of the USS Independence. As a man who rarely took leave he had saved up his time off and then cashed it in all at once. True leave, not just shore leave.

The past few days had had him sitting at several tiki bars while reading from a palm PADD. He had researched the Indy, checked personnel files, the works.

Starfleet had offered Silk a Defiant class for his own command, due to his age and experience, and were taken aback when he declined. Commanding a starship was the epitome of one's career so, when he said no, HQ was quite surprised. However, he eased their discomfort by telling them that he preferred to be an XO before taking command, to better understand all facets of starship command. Seeing his logic HQ simmered down and agreed, finding his slot on the Independence.

Standing at a tiki bar with three beautiful women in string bikinis, all of them lt. commanders from various commands. He wore a white tank top and aqua colored swim trunks, his aquasocks matching the shorts. He had sampled all three ladies, first individually, and then he had taken all three at once. It had been fun with lots of laughter, lust and passion, and companionship. The best part is that it had been their idea to get together that way, not his. So, being the altruist that he was, Silk had gone along with it. Now, they stood at the bar sipping drinks, their bodies on full display in what little cloth they wore. It was Risa, no one cared about propriety and prudish behaviour. There were certain beaches for that kind of attitude and those were the beaches he would never visit. Chatting and laughing along with his companions Sean enjoyed his leave.

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Ensign Billi was on leave down on Risa and, in typical Orion fashion she wore a micro string bikini that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The bikini was purple with a white, semi-sheer sarong wrapped around her waist. Tantalizing to be sure, but also a bit of a tease. As she walked she could feel the male eyes on her, trying to sneak a peek at more as she moved. If they just came to the nude beaches then all their curiosity would be satisfied; ample breasts, slender waist, generous hips, and long and beautifully shaped legs. Pearls hung from her necklace, snaking into her cleavage, ending near her mons pubis with a ruby the size of a walnut. Her arms, wrists and ankles were decorated by myriad golden jewels. Her long, black eyelashes and emerald cheeks made her exotic purple lips shine in an unusual, inviting way. Wearing her gold-pressed latinum shades with purple shading to the lenses, Billi swaggered her way across the courtyard and into a tiki bar full of bikini clad females and only a few males. One of which caught her eye.

His clothing was well-made, and with her practiced eye Billi could see that the clothing he wore was hand made, loose and light. She approached the bar on his left since his right side was occupied by the other females who also seemed taken with him. Eavesdropping while ordering an Aldeberan Whiskey on the rocks she could hear the four Humans discussing in quiet voices, all the fun they had had last night...together. That surprised Billi since Humans normally were reticent about the topic of sex, which she found ridiculous considering that on a daily basis she was oggled by Human men and women. They believed in sex, and lots of it, but they didn't like to show it off or talk about it. Ridiculous.

Billi's pheromones were uncontrollable. They did what they did on their own, and seemed to be stronger around other females. A defense mechanism against competition. Of course, the affect on the males in the area would be substantial and before long she would have all the attention she would ever need. She could already see several men looking her way and talking low among themselves. Yep, the slight breeze was carrying her pheromones right through the tiki covered bar, right passed everyone present. As the male of interest spoke to his gal pals he turned his head and glanced at Billi, his head going back to his companions momentarily, before it whipped back her way.

Looking over the top of his own expensive shades, the gaze going up and down the green body, Sean's eyes finally met hers. "Damn," he said casually.

"What?" She asked with a grin as she tongued her straw to take a sip of her drink.

"You're beautiful. Please, tell me you came looking for me."

She gave a seductive smile and wink, the straw still playing along her bottom lip. "That would be telling. I prefer the air of mystery." When he told her she was beautiful Billi almost said 'I know', but chose to remain a bit humble. She found it curious, though. He didn't seem to be affected by the pheromones, nor his companions. Several of the other females had departed as more males showed up. It was fast becoming a regular sausage fest. "You know, with evening coming on, there are several nightclubs open. Music, dancing, all that. Care to accompany me?"

Sean gave a chuckle. "You don't look like the kind of woman who needs a chapperone, nor protection. Is this a social invite?"

"It's Risa, silly. Everything is social." Billi giggled lightly, finishing her drink. "Well, if you decide then come find me. I won't be hard to find. I'm the only Orion on planet, I checked, so I'll be surrounded by males wherever I go."

Silk found it curious that she had checked for her own kind before she arrived. Probably some kind of OS (Orion Syndicate) horsedump. He could see that her pheromones had been working as intended what with the bar filling up with men and their sexually hungry eyes. He was glad he had been smart as an officer in his youth. Once a year he gets inoculated against the pheromones, among other ailments, so his mind wouldn't be clouded by his testosterone. "I'll go clean up and change into club clothes. I'm sure you'll do the same. And, yes, I will find you. I'm Sean Silk, Executive Officer for the USS Independence. And, you?"

Billi quirked an eyebrow. "Nice." She smiled and shook hands. "Ensign Billi, also assigned to Independence. Intel officer and Operations."

"Well met, Billi." Silk took her hand and kissed the knuckles. "Until we meet again." He gave a knowing smile, adjusted his shades and walked away.

~Oh yeah~ thought Billi ~definitely gonna pursue that. A man of power? Everything an Orion girl looks for~

Time to go change into her nightclub go-go outfit which was loosely based on the Dallas Cowboys cheerleader uniform. White always, always looked good on her green skin. She headed for her suite.

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