The Pink Kitty

Posted on Sat Apr 8th, 2017 @ 6:31am by

5,465 words; about a 27 minute read

Mission: Unknown Life, Unknown Dangers
Location: The Pink Kitty Lounge

A sign on the door revealed the name of the place to be The Pink Kitty Lounge in the form of a pink cat on a lounge chair surrounded by palm trees. Once inside, the beat of a song greeted the patrons of the lounge with a swing band sound mixed with electro music. 

To the left of the entrance after a walk down a short hallway was a large bar with pink lighting and seats with a female Bolian and an Andorian Shen bartender wearing hot pink bikinis stood behind the bar serving the patrons with a wide variety of liquors from across the Federation. 

The main area of the club featured two stages, each with a pole and one illuminated in red and one in purple just far enough apart for chairs and a walkway between them. Dozens of comfortable chairs sat further back and the walls were lined with comfortable booths while paintings of erotic images hung at random. 

Vashkele stood on the purple stage with one arm around the pole wearing a two piece bikini in the same pink as the club, but with hidden lighting under the garments that moved around the edges as she moved. Her long red hair waved behind her as she swung around the pole before pulling herself up a few feet, hooked her legs around it and inverted herself so she was looking at the patrons upside down. 

William had not been on board long and was walking the decks of the ship in his flag officers uniform. This not only served his aim to meet the crew and make himself known but also to get them familiar with seeing him around. When he was handed his orders to assume command of the Dreadnought he took all the time he could spare to learn as much as he could about the decks and what they had to offer. He was used to commanding ships with families on board from his previous posting but this was an Ascension class ship, the largest and most armed vessel in service, with families. 

He'd roamed the ship for the better part of two hours and there was still much to see but he'd heard word of a 'colourful' establishment on board that while in his eyes may seem distasteful and against Starfleet norms he could see and hear the moral enhancing impact it was having. He thought the best way to make his mind was to visit and see for himself. 

He saw the doors as he neared them, the sign was hard to miss but he felt he owed it the chance and entered with an open mind and straight away saw many patrons as he stood in the doorway. Men and women could be seen around the floor space, a dance danced away to the music in exotic attire and positioning inverted as she was. Sooner or later someone would notice but in the meantime he would see for himself what lay before him. 

As soon as the flag officer entered, almost every eye in the place went to him before a flurry of movement was done to hide items on the tables, or rapidly coming to attention. A Betazoid waitress wearing a pink bikini with the logo of the club printed on the right breast approached the Commodore with a tray of glasses balanced in her left hand and smiled. "What can I get for you this evening?" she asked him, her black eyes looking him over with approval even as she reached out telepathically to the Orion woman on the stage. ~We have Brass, Vash. Code Pink!~

The usual hustle of people seeing a uniform, more so seeing this particular one. There was an appeal to the place he couldn't deny that. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. He saw the waitress near him and speak. He looked at her and though wouldn't openly admit to liking the view, it suited the venue very well. "Whisky, neat, and a view." Said view would give him a chance to drink his choice of poison and see more of the venue from the comforts of a VIP chair or section. 

"Any particular type of whiskey?" the waitress asked him as she led him up to the purple stage and indicated a seat for him. There didn't seem to be a VIP section, although the patrons near that area quickly made room for the Commodore. 

Meanwhile, Vash straightened herself on the pole as the music came to an end and a Vulcan female took the stage wearing a very exotic blue gauzy material that was transparent in enough places to give a very enticing view without being nude. 

The Orion woman stepped off the stage and deactivated the hidden lighting in her clothes as she approached the Commodore. "Good evening," she said in a husky voice. "My name is Vashkele and I'm the owner of this establishment." She looked at the Betazoid and gave a nod. "Get him an Aldebaran whiskey from the top shelf, Sasha," she ordered before the waitress headed off quickly. 

William rose when the Orion came to him, being polite as usual. "William Hood, Captain of this ship." He introduced. "Quiet the establishment in deed. Unusual for a Starfleet vessel which is why I thought I should see it for myself, the talk of the ship after all." He looked around and saw the eyes on him and wondered if they were on him or the Orion in front of him. 

Another song started to play and the Vulcan on the stage began to twerk to it with her rear facing the crowd while her hands slid up and down the pole, her long hair trailing down her back. 

Vash looked over towards the bar and made a complicated gesture and the bartenders and waitresses began pouring and serving drinks to everyone even as Sasha returned with the Commodore's whiskey before departing with a demure smile. 

"A pleasure to meet you, Commodore Hood," Vash said with a slow smile, her green eyes meeting his blue ones. "Allow me to thank you for gracing my place of business with your presence. All of my PADDwork was submitted to the former Captain of the ship and approved through Starfleet before I set up. I assure you that everything here is above board." She moved over to take a seat beside of him after making sure that the staff was keeping the crowd happy and serviced before she turned her attention back to him. 

"The pleasure is mine Vashkele." William replied with a smile. "I know, Captain Havrelli was kind enough to leave a full and detailed brief before his departure and I admit it was one of the more interesting notes of his brief." William spoke as he watched the dancer, the patrols and staff around him. 

"Please, call me Vash," the Orion woman said as a Denobulan waitress came to offer her a sparkling glass of liquid that looked like a sunset. "What have you heard, if I may ask?" 

William clearly gave Vash a once over. "Clearly not enough if the look of you is anything to go by." He smiled. He explained to her what he'd heard from the good and the bad. It was these reports and rumours that prompted him to come down and check out the establishment himself. 

Vash laughed. "Oh dear," she said. "It seems the reports have been grossly exaggerated. The rumors worked better than I thought they would. As for the look of me being anything to go by, all you've seen is the surface of who I am, William." 

"Really." Will smirked. "Then the surface doesn't look too bad at all." He winked, grinned and sipped his drink as he sat back in the chair.

"Why thank you," she said with a bright smile. "From what I see, yours is quite appealing as well. So tell me, William, what brings you to your present circumstances other than orders and the usual humdrum answer?"

"Adventure, opportunity and frankly I didn't want to do what was expected of me and sit behind a desk." William replied. "So I thought commanding a starship would be more entertaining." William didn't like to be the predictable sort, some times that meant going against the grain. 

"I love a man who knows how to take command," Vash said with a gleam in her emerald eyes. "But do you also give command over when the situation calls for it?" 

"I've been known to give and take when the need arises." Will answered. "What about you. Clearly you can give commands being the owner here, but can you take them?" 

"I'm a civilian," Vash smirked. "That means never having to take commands from anyone." She toyed with her drink while looking at him from with a slight smirk on her lips. "Unless, of course, I find the right dubyal." The universal translator interpreted the word as 'contractor', but the Orion language was complex and she had spoken in Low Orion, which gave it even more meanings. 

"A fair point." Will finished the rest of his drink and placed his glass on the table, he was slightly confused about the 'contractor' comment but no doubt learn about it in due time. "So why a starship Vash, a planet holds more people, more business development opportunities. This is a ship of a few thousand at best." 

"New horizons," she said simply. "I spent too much of my life in one place and now that I'm free, I can go where I wish, and not have to worry about looking over my shoulders like I used to. Not that it was a bad life, but I'm no longer obligated to do what others wish. It's a big galaxy, William. The only shame is not having anyone to experience it with who knows the ins and outs of it."

"A singles life can be a trifle boring I admit." Will smiled having made mental notes of key points from what she'd said but the look he gave her, a sort of predatory grin on his face fueled in part by the setting, the music and her attire. 

Sasha stepped up to the stage in front of them and began to dance to Killer Queen as she looked out over the audience and seemed to do exactly what the crowd expected of her as she met their gazes, her body swaying to the unusual beat. 

"I take it there's no Missus Hood?" Vash asked him after looking at Sasha with approval. 

"Indeed not." Will replied taking in the view of the new dancer. "Do you have many dancers employed here?" He asked smiling. 

"Just six at the moment," she said. "I've been trying to get more, but I didn't have time before we left the station when I came aboard and not many Starfleet officers wish to moonlight. I pay well, but something about ethics seems to get in the way."

She raised an eyebrow at the lack of a woman in his life and gave a sultry smile. She found herself attracted to him and her skin took on a slightly oily look under the lights as her pheromones increased their output. "So little time and so many options?" 

Will found himself relaxing more, the music was interesting with its flow and words, a smile on his face at the setting and at last some people had gotten used to his presence now. He turned his attention to the lovely Vash. "So little time." He slowly replied with a new look to him. 

A thought came to Vash and she glanced at the second stage that didn't have anyone on it at the moment and then looked back at him. "Can you dance, William?" she asked while she bobbed her eyebrows. 

"I have been known to break a move or two in my time." Will spoke. He unbuttoned his tunic after unfastening his belt. "Question is.....can you?" His hand out to her. 

"You saw me when you came in," Vash said as she watched him unbutton his tunic. "The whole top, William. I don't expect you to take off your pants, but I want to see some of what you've got."

"Then this is all you are seeing with my injury and I saw you just hang there. Lets see how you handle paired work." William spoke waiting for her.

"Then come on," she said as she took his hand and headed for the red lit stage while shaking her hips. She looked over at the DJ and nodded for the person to start another song. A moment later, it started to play. "Let's see if you can keep up, William." 

William was not sure who the crowds were cheering at, the scantily clad Orion or the Commodore cutting the rug but his smile persisted as he danced away close to Vash. 

Vash turned around backed up against him and ground her hips while she danced to the music and glanced over her shoulder. "You dance really well," she said as she moved her arms to the beat, her hair moving as she got into it. 

Will saw and felt her step up the ante as she backed up against him grinding on him. Will decided to step it up too. His arm went around her and with his hand, fingers spread wide his hand stopped just above her panties on her stomach to hold her against him. 

She reached back as she continued to grind against him on the stage and slid her hand against his neck. She bent forward and twerked her hips while holding the hand against her stomach while looking back at him. "More, William, more!" She called. 

Will let Vash do her thing to the cheers and hollering of the crowds. When she stood up he made his next move and....his first mistake. His other hand snaked its way to her front as they swayed and this one stopped below her bra like top, his thumb however tracing her cleavage.

The mistake however was he ran his nose from the shoulder just under the ear in one long drawn out breath. With her pheromones in play and this close.......

Vash's hand on his above her panty line pushed his down just enough while she brought her other hand around to trap the hand on her breast. "Why, Commodore," she moaned low enough for him to hear. "I had no idea," she said as she ground against him. 

The crowds were going wild. For some reason, which he couldn't explain he felt drawn to Vash. He didn't realise this was the consequence of his mistake. Her moving of his hands surprised him but that inkling of more remained especially not knowing how long the song had left.

As the song started to end, she turned in his arms, looped one arm around his neck and pulled herself up to the point where she could wrap her legs around his hips. She then gave him a kiss before she released the arm around his neck and hung upside down with her legs still around his waist.

William wouldn't lie about the kiss, it was nice. When she let go and hung from his waist his arms out to the sides as if he'd won something in a smug like victory. The cheshire cat like grin on his face, he was proud of himself...he still had it. 

Vash put her hands on the floor and released her legs from around his waist to do a handstand before she brought them down to touch the floor. Bent in a upside down 'u' for a moment, she raised up until she was standing upright again and turned with a flourish. "An excellent dance, William, she said. "I think I enjoyed it as much as you did." 

By now the crowd was going positive wild and credit chips and strips of latinum rained down on them and the bartenders were pouring drinks as fast as they could to the worked up crowd. 

William leant forward. "Put something on and meet me at the door in a few minutes." Her pheromones had played the part and he felt compelled...urged to act on them. Like a force of nature the want was overwhelming, he knew of the Orion pheromones but never experienced it before....until now. 

He walked down the stage stairs and grabbed his jacket and belt.

Vash headed off the stage after nodding to Sasha to collect the credit chips and latinum before she motioned to one of the bartenders to take over. While William collected his jacket and bet, she went to get on a purple Tholian silk robe and put it on and headed for the door. 

Will made it to the door surprisingly to some clapping and congratulations. Apparently Vash doesn't just dance with anyone, if anyone at all. He was waiting at the door with jacket over his arm and belt in hand. 

She watched the Commodore approach her and the reaction of the crowd. "You have made yourself a very popular man here, William," she said. "I think the crew will respect you a lot more now."

"I will find out in the morning from my First Officer." Will spoke, arm out towards her to take and then departed. "So tell me, do you usually dance with your patrons or was I a special case?"

"You are the first and you will be the last," Vash said as she took his arm and headed out of the lounge. "Would you like me to talk to her?"

"If she's read my jacket she already knows the kind of CO I am going to be." Will answered and thankfully within 3 minutes they were standing at his doors that opened to his presence. "Please, go in." 

She walked in and looked around, a slow smile crossing her lips as she removed the expensive Tholian silk robe and laid it over her arm. "So, how many have gotten the honor of seeing your quarters off duty, William?"

"Actually you are the first." Noticing her remove the robe as he laid his jacket and belt over the back of a nearby chair. "May I take that for you?" Opening his desk drawer and pulling out a three piece stick that folded into a hanger. 

"Thank you," Vash said as she handed it to him. "I am truly honored to be here." She looked up at him and gave him a bright smile. "You're not the first person who has invited me back to their quarters...but you are the first one that I've accepted." 

"Oh?" Will spoke hanging the robe up on the wall mount. "Then why me? I am sure there are younger, more attractive men than I out there." Will said as he with his arm indicated the large sofa to sit on before doing so himself. 

She walked over to the couch and dropped onto it as if she had gone boneless for a moment while making it look like an art form. She studied him with her emerald green eyes before she gave an answer. "The reason is simple," she said. "You didn't look at or treat me as if I'm a piece of meat. I've spent too many years recognizing that look in the eyes of males, but it's absent from yours and I find that very attractive."

"The service has granted me many gifts over the years, judgement of character, anticipation, situational awareness. It has gotten me out of some tight spots in the past." Will sat down next to her before he continued. "Because I didn't have that look you felt you were on an equal footing?" 

"Not at all," Vash said. "But it did make me curious about you and I have a desire to get to know you better. Tell me about yourself outside of your service." 

"Born and raised on Earth for the most part but I followed my parents around from one place to another because they were orbital consultants. I ran away when I was young because they put the job before me, always staying up late talking about the next big adventure, next major construct. I was rewarded with falling out of the tree I was hiding in, broke my leg and back. Spent 13 months in traction." Will spoke remembering all the youthful years. 

"Everything changed after that for the better until I applied to join Starfleet and not follow my parents. They were furious, I've not spoken to them in almost 18 years as a result and I've accepted that, it's given me time to work out, paint, holo-novels and practice my cooking. Though don't tell the galley, they might poison my food." He joked. "I go to the Gym three times a week to keep in some form of shape, I enjoy a good book every now and then but to go back to the comment you made earlier, it has been lonely. Typical of the service I guess for some." 

She listened to him quietly as she curled up next to him and lay a hand on his arm as he spoke. "Be that as it may, they are still your parents," she said softly. "After eighteen years, one would think that there would be a degree of forgiveness. You are a Commodore now and they should be proud of you."

"Should they, of course as you said I'm a Commodore, master of this massive vessel. Will they, I doubt it. I tried contacting them for a few years after I graduated. They didn't attend graduation and when I called home, nothing." He looked down at her hand on his arm. "It's ok, I'm beyond accepting it." 

"Well, I am proud of you," Vash told him. "Not for your rank, but the fact that you reached the position of where you are today. You are a man who has taken charge of his destiny and reached for what you wanted and achieved it."

"Thank you." Will pleasantly smiled. "To avoid being a poor host any longer, may I interest you in a drink, something to eat perhaps?" He felt slightly bad for not offering sooner but he was still on a little emotional high from dancing. 

"I'd love a Warp Core Breach," she said. "But only if your replicator can make it the proper way. I'd imagine that a Commodore would have less restrictions than a civilian." 

Will thought as he walked to his dining area where a cabinet storage stood. "I think I might have enough Cranberry for that. Will have to be cubed ice though." He calls out as he pulls out bottle after bottle and a large glass. He poured out the measurements and one by one added them to the glass. He knew he'd have to get more bottles eventually, this drink took a bit of each. "One warp core breach for the lady." He said handing the large glass to Vash. 

Vash accepted the glass and gave an amused chuckle. "Points for having real liquor, but points subtracted for not having a fish bowl," she said before she took a sip of the potent mixture. "Ahhhh...that has has kick to it. I approve. Nothing for yourself?" 

"I have not been on board long enough to replicate all the cutlery and glasswear I usually have. "Nothing for me but please don't let that stop you." He was glad she liked it. "I always have some of the real stuff to hand, the synth stuff just doesn't do it."

"I have a supply of the real stuff in the lounge, but I usually give officers synthohol because I don't want them leaving my place and getting in trouble," she said as she took another drink. "So what do you do when you aren't on duty besides check out strange green women?"

"Are you implying that you are strange Vash?" Will grins. "Gym, read or paint mostly, keep me busy, mentally or physically active." He answers as he mentally reminded himself to unpack the rest of his things from storage. 

"I'm certainly not your typical woman," Vash said as she mentally kicked herself for asking him a second time what he did. "So, are you good enough to paint people, or just stick to the easier things like fruit?"

"I can paint people, took me many, many years to do it right, but I capture the essence of the model. Though all of mine have been holograms, never a live person." Will spoke. "It's not just people I paint, scenes, backgrounds, what every strikes me at the time though only a few have been real and most were Holodeck generated for me to paint."

She thought for a moment as she took another drink of her Warp Core Breach and traced a hand up his hand and to his jaw. "Would you like to paint me?" she asked him. "I could hang it in The Pink Kitty and give you full credit."

"I don't hand out my art, I keep it here." Will replies. "I have three large containers of art sitting in Cargo Bay 2 right now waiting to be unpacked". What he didn't say was that he could hang it here, in his quarters, but he thought of it. "If I change my mind, then I don't see why not." 

"So you wouldn't want to paint me?" Vash asked as her fingers moved up to his earlobe and behind it.

"I would like to paint you, but do you think you could stay still for a few hours?" William asked in return.

"It would depend upon the position," she said as she took another sip of her drink. "If you want me to just lay back and do nothing, that's easy. If you want me to pose like I'm feral with one hand raised to attack while I'm on all fours, that's another story."

"You laying would be fine. In a position you'd find comfortable, you can wear what you like but I will play with your hair to make it part of the setting, fan it out, lay it a certain way if that would be acceptable to you?" Will asked her. 

"Now then, would you want to paint me, or are we just talking for the sake of discussion?" Vash asked as she set her drink down. The potent booze was making her very relaxed and she wanted to focus on him. Of course, it was also increasing her libido and she couldn't help the pheromones that she knew must be affecting him.

"If you are interested, then want." Will spoke. "I'd never force anyone, it's completely voluntary. If they didn't like it then nobody else would see it or I'd destroy it. I'm painting you after all, I'm sure you'd want to make sure I caught you in the picture and not made you to look like something you are not or you don't like." 

"You'd have to stun me to force me to do anything," she said and meant it. "I'd be a willing subject for you to paint, though, if you wanted to." 

William was feeling something, he'd never admit it to her because of having just met her. Over the years of his career he prided himself on seeing the person beyond what they were, Human, Trill, Betazoid, even Orion here, now. It didn't matter the species, just the personality but in this instance he'd forgotten what Orion females could do, and he was being subjected to it. He shifted in his seat to get comfortable but was falling victim to arousal because of what she was doing to him. 

"Would you mind if I got a bit more comfortable?" Vash asked him as she noticed the change coming over him. She was highly trained to recognize the symptoms in males and it seemed that William was no exception, except this time, she had not consciously chosen to target him. Still, he was a handsome man and she had needs of her own that hadn't been met in a while.

"Um, of course please." William struggled. He found it hard to think straight, all his thoughts ended with her, even when he thought about the ship it somehow ended with her. 

She reached behind herself and pulled the bow from the string under her neck that held her bikini top on and eased it off before she set it aside. She sighed and arched her back, her nice sized breasts jutting out before she leaned back again. "Wearing that under those hot lights and the lighting in them gets painful after a while."

William's heart jumped a beat or two, or three watching her. The gentleman in him told him not to look but he just couldn't help it. His eyes trailed down her entire body. Her comment about the lighting partially ignored as his eyes roamed still in some form of shock that of all the nights events, this Orion was here, now. In panties only. 

Vash watched him through partially hooded eyes and a sultry smile. "Could you hand me my drink, please?" she asked him and waited to see if he would obey her or not.

William didn't say anything, his eyes stayed on her as his hand picked up her drink and took the few steps and held it out to her. 

She accepted the drink and went to take a sip but managed to spill some on her breasts. "Oh dear," she said. "Here I am comfortable and making a mess. Would you like to clean them off for me?" 

Will felt compelled, urged to comply. There was no reasoning, no please and thank you, just the want to do. Any chance of pointing this to pheromones was long gone at this stage as he leaned forward completely obedient and slowly ran his tongue along her green skin to capture the spilt drink. 

Vash sighed in pleasure and brought a hand around to the back of his head and ran her fingers through his hair. "Mmm," she moaned. "That feels really good, William. Do you like that?" 

A moan was the only answer as he continued to hunt out the last rogue droplets of spilt drink upon her green skin. His situation made worse as his nose glided over her skin repeatedly, right next to the source of the pheromones. Excitement, lust, want, desire they all meant the same thing to him now but Vash told him to clean up and that's what he'd do. 

She arched her hips off the couch and reached to pull the bow from her bikini bottoms but didn't pull it off. She had to admit that she was enjoying his attention right where he was at at the moment. "It's getting so hot in here and you have so many clothes on," she whispered in his ear as he worked on cleaning her breasts. "Don't you want to take them off?"

Not stopping because he'd not been told to William undid his command vest and slipped it off. A feat while licking skin to be sure. Next came the rest undershirt and with it, exposure of his injuries. All of which was ignored at this very moment. All that mattered was her, everything was her. 

"I think they're clean," Vash said and gently moved his head from her breasts before she leaned in to give him a kiss. "Do you want me, William?" she asked him as she slid her hands over his chest while meeting his eyes. 

"Yes." His voice low, yearning and filled with want. William was in the full grips of Vash's pheromones. There was no fighting it, no desire to, everything centred on her, her wants and whims. 

"How badly?" she asked him even though she already knew the answer, but it pleased her to have him where he was.

His mouth opened slightly as if to talk but nothing, a single breath later. "Undeniably." His hands both rested on her thigh as if waiting for the next command to spill from her lips. 

"Then take me," Vash said as she raised her hips and pulled her bikini bottom away to toss over the couch. "Make me cry your name, William."

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