DISCLAIMER: The Star Trek characters are the property of Paramount Studios, Inc. The story contents are the creation and property of T'Kuht and is copyright (c) 2001 by T'Kuht. Rated PG-13.
Drinks on the House
Christine Chapel perched herself seductively on a stool and said, "I'd like a slow screw against a wall please."
Spock's expression was priceless. All evening he'd been duty bound to fulfill as many of the crew's requests as possible, but this one was different. Clearing his throat, he replied, "I cannot do
The nurse was downcast. "Oh, well how about some sex on the beach?"
Again, the expression was almost too much. Greening a little at the ear tips, he shook his head. "I cannot provide that either."
"Hmm, well there's always a little slippery nipple," she suggested and leaned forward to give him a few straight down the low cut dress past the voluptuous breasts.
"I don't think so," he replied becoming slightly uncomfortable at the tone she had.
Reaching forward, she tapped his hand with a long fingernail,"How about a blow job? Surely you can do that for me?"
"That I can do," he answered and poured a shot of Jack Daniels and added whipped cream to top it off. Sliding it forward, he nodded, "Your drink."
Bemused Christine gave an evil little grin. "Mr. Spock, I don't drink."
And with that she slid off the barstool and headed out into the corridor. At the other end of the bar, Uhura was laughing so hard at the look on Spock's extremely green face that she didn't mind losing the bet at all....