Cousin Charlie (Part 12)
Spock raised an eyebrow when Nyota walked into officer's recreation hall where the concert was being held.
The dress was white trimmed in royal blue and clung seductively to her body. She walked slowly over to him smiling and slid in the seat beside him crossing her legs. He noticed immediately that she was not wearing the normal undergarments for her breasts as her breasts moved beneath the dress seductively and her nipples pressed against the fabric leaving little to the imagination. Spock felt the temperature in the room rise immediately when she sat next to him. He tore his gaze away from her beckoning breasts to her face and found her watching him with amusement.
"Hi, Spock" she teased. "Do you like my dress?"
"For what purpose have you dressed in this fashion?" he asked not answering her question.
"I am not on duty" she replied smiling at him broadly. "Charlie's concert gave me a reason to come out with it tonite. I've had it a while, but didn't have an occasion to wear it. I thought it would make my evening at the concert more enjoyable."
"That is illogical" Spock replied. "A concert is not enhanced by your manner of dress."
"Oh, but you're wrong about that" she said. "The music is sexy, the dress is sexy and therefore I feel sexy. I am sure it's going to be a perfectly wonderful evening."
Before he could respond Dr. McCoy slid in the seat next to Nyota. "Hey darling." he replied his eyes raking over her. "I'd say you are absolutely drop dead gorgeous, but that would be an understatement."
"Hi, Leonard." she said giggling.
"You're gonna give every man in here a hard on with that dress." he whispered in her ear.
"You think so?" Nyota giggled.
"Want to see proof?" he teased.
Spock was not pleased with the conversation the doctor was having with Nyota. He did not like the thought of the doctor and other men becoming aroused at Nyota's attire.
"Doctor, I do not believe male arousal is the proper topic of conversation to have during a concert." Spock remarked his face stoic.
"It is stimulating conversation, Spock" McCoy chuckled. "I'm stimulated, aren't you?"
Spock drew himself up in the chair. "Unlike humans, Vulcans are able to control themselves doctor. I suggest that you make the attempt to do so."
McCoy looked at Nyota and then at Spock. He chuckled again and sat back in his seat. "I'll be damned. The greenblooded hobgoblin is jealous! Not to worry, Spock. Nyota and I are just friends, aren't we darlin'" He looked at her and winked.
"As always doctor, you are totally illogical!" Spock replied his eyes glued to the stage.
"Shh!" Nyota whispered. "The concert is starting.
Spock watched as his cousin got up and introduced himself and the rest of the band. He then named several songs they were going to perform. The lights in the hall were dimmed and Spock glanced at Nyota who was listening intently to Charles talking.
His eyes were again drawn to her breasts which he could still make out in the dimly lit hall. He thought about the hardness of her nipples, the fullness of her breasts and how they moved when she walked. The dress seemed to speak to his deepest desires. He longed to touch the flimsy material and wondered how it would feel to his touch. His hands were in his lap and he slowly reached over and touched the hem of the dress taking the end of the fabric in his fingers. He found the material soft and silky, and couldn't resist continually rolling his fingers over it.
He glanced up at Nyota and her eyes were still staring straight ahead as the band continued to play several more numbers. He enjoyed the feel of the fabric and ran his fingers along the hem recalling the hardness of her nipples. He looked up and saw McCoy watching him with a mocking grin on his face and he dropped the fabric as if burned.
"Look Hailey is about to sing!" Nyota whispered to him before turning her attention back to the concert. Spock could hardly concentrate on the concert. Her scent was intoxicating. He shifted in his seat which caused his hip to brush against hers. She looked at him and smiled.
Charlie started playing an instrumental jazz number and Nyota began tapping her foot. "This is great" she said leaning over to him. Spock noticed that she put her hand on his leg as she leaned over to McCoy to hear what he was saying. Her touch seemed to burn through his Federation trousers. He looked up at her, but she was still talking to McCoy.
He recalled the kisses they had shared earlier and how they had made him feel. Now the dress was having a similar effect on him. How illogical. While she was talking to the doctor with her head turned away from him, her fingers were tapping the inside of his thigh to the beat of the music. She laughed at something the doctor was saying and her fingers were now drawing circles on his upper thigh causing his lok to twitch involuntarily. Only his Vulcan concentration was keeping him from getting rock hard. He covered her hand with his stilling her wandering digits.
"I have to go, but I'll be back." McCoy was saying. "I just came down here for a little while. I got a patient I need to check on."
"OK Len." she replied.
Spock watched McCoy's back as he walked out of the hall. He was glad that he left. Nyota turned back to him.
"You're holding my hand, Spock" she whispered. "How sweet. This feels like a real date."
Spock started to correct her as Vulcans did not date, but then the lights came up and Charles announced intermission. Spock was surprised as he did not realize that sixty two minutes had passed.
Nyota raised her arms above her head and stretched. The dress was without sleeves revealing her cleanly shaven armpits and the curve of her breasts. It was a part of her he had never seen before, an intimate part. Armpits were very arousing to Vulcans and the desire to explore the area with his nose and lips was becoming a bit overwhelming. Vulcans loved to sniff and taste their mates intimate areas...and well maintained armpits were especially luring. He had to maintain control. They had just embarked on this relationship and he did not want to move too fast. Perhaps she was not aware of the affect she was having on him.
"What's wrong Spock?" she asked curiously watching him. "Do you want to walk a bit and stretch? We have twenty minutes before the last part of the concert."
"Very well" he replied. They walked out into the hallway and Spock stood with his hands behind his back.
"You never told me whether or not you liked the dress." Nyota said.
"The dress does not cover you sufficiently. You may become chilled in the hall." Spock responded. "I have a shawl." she said holding up the piece of fabric hanging from her arm.
She quickly took the fabric and wrapped it around her shoulders. "See"
She turned around clutching the shawl which covered a good portion of her shoulders.
Spock stared at her and didn't reply. She took the shawl from around her shoulders and folded it back across her arm.
"We should get back" she said walking in front of him.
Spock continued to be hypnotized by the dress and all that was in it, but tried not to show it. When she took the shawl from around her shoulders, her breasts jiggled freely causing his pants to feel slightly tighter than normal.
He watched as she walked noting the sway of her hips. Spock was sure that there was only a sixty five point five percent chance that he would be able to concentrate on his cousin's performance for the rest of the evening.
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Justine sat in the corner of the restaurant sipping Andorian Brandy which cost her a thousand credits for a bottle, but it was good stuff.
She recognized the Klingon man who had disguised himself as a Vulcan when he came in. She smiled to herself. She always did like doing Klingons. They were a barbaric bunch of morons, but boy could they fuck! She watched as he walked over to her table.
"Do you have the package?" he asked pulling up a chair and sitting down.
"Not even a hello? Let's see. What's your name this time" she replied her voice mocking.
"You know my name, Justine Graham. Let us not waste time unnecessarily!" he snapped.
"Alright then, let's get on with it. I think what I have is worth five hundred thousand credits."
The Klingon grunted in disbelief. "I doubt if you possess anything that is worth that much to me"
He picked up the bottle of brandy and turned it up to his mouth drinking from it.
"Fuck! That brand cost me a good amount of money! I hope you don't think that I'll drink from it now!" she spat, furious that she had only poured one glass from it.
"You didn't have a problem with my mouth in the past when it was on your leshtan-ur "he responded in Vulcan. He sipped the brandy and stared at her and licked his lips.
"Fuck you" she snapped rolling her eyes.
"I will...but business first." he replied and leaned back in the chair. For a human, she had a ruthlessness about her that really turned KaMun on. He licked his lips remembering the taste of her. He wanted her again. He loved to hear her scream in pleasure...but first things first.
"I have obtained a certain document." she said sipping the last of the brandy in her glass. "It contains the plans for the Federation's expansion on Alpha Seti II. As you know, I am sure from your sources, the Federation has located a rich source of dilynthium on Alpha Seti II. However because of its location, mining it is virtually impossible. Starfleet has developed a plan that will enable them not only to mine the dylithium but they have developed a laser drill in the process."
KaMur looked at her skeptically. "And you have obtained this document?"
"I have" she replied. "I want five hundred thousand credits."
"I will let you know. If what you are telling me is true, then I am sure I can meet that price" he said. I will return to you in one week. I will be in contact with you before I return."
He stood up draining the last of the brandy from the bottle.
"Leaving so soon?" she said leaning back in the chair.
He looked at her with her lips slightly parted. Yes, he wanted her...needed to have her beneath him begging him to pound into her. He licked his lips in eager anticipation.
"Perhaps" he replied "I can be persuaded to stay a while longer."
Justine stood up running her hands over her hips. "Follow me" she replied walking off.
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