Girls Night Out VI: Poolside

Posted on Fri Apr 27th, 2018 @ 4:37am by Captain Charybdis MacGregor & Commander Fiona McCray & Commander Yuna Raza & Lieutenant Commander Selune
Edited on on Fri Apr 27th, 2018 @ 4:38am

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Mission: Operation: Risa!
Location: Risa, Roma Arcology
Timeline: 2265

Harassment: From Fedepedia, the Federation encyclopedia

Harassment covers a wide range of behaviors of an offensive nature. It is commonly understood as behavior intended to disturb or upset, and it is characteristically repetitive. In the legal sense, it is intentional behavior which is found threatening or disturbing. Sexual harassment refers to persistent and unwanted sexual advances, typically in the workplace, where the consequences of refusing are potentially very disadvantageous to the victim.


A rather sumptuous and delicious meal led to a wardrobe change for all save Yuna, and shortly thereafter they found themselves sunning by the pool, lounging in comfortable chairs next to a shaded area where Selune had taken refuge, her airy robe foregone for a purple bikini at Chary's insistence. Her protests about it being hotter than her robe had stalled to a halt at the obvious amusement of the others. Being covered in fur and adapted to a polar climate apparently did not lend itself to sunning oneself by poolside.

"I can't believe I ate an entire giant snail... that was by far the biggest... what'd they call it? Escargot... biggest giant mollusk I've ever seen. But boy was it good..." Char rubbed her bare tummy contentedly as she lay in the poolside lounge chair in a bright red bikini that matched her companion's traditional uniform colors.

"So Yuna, do the spots tan?"

"So Char - do the ears burn?" Yuna shot back without a split second's notice. Answering a question with a question was a fabulous way to get under the skin of a friend, and Yuna was rewarded by Char giving her a 'Bronx cheer'.

"Ewwwwwww! Thats just gross!" Yuna wrinkled her nose and rolled over so she could tan on the other side.

That got a snort of laughter from Fiona who had copied the Caitian by claiming some shade and donning black. In her case it was a plain black one piece with a cover up. She put on her floppy hat and sprawled on a lounge chair with a drink. "Do Caitians swim?" she asked with a yawn.

"We can... but not as easily as you furless folk. It's tiring and awkward so we tend to avoid it and most of my people get uncomfortable over water," she gave a small laugh, shifting futilely deeper into the shade, "That's probably why we were almost space faring before anyone knew to find the arctic Caits on the polar continent. I have to admit though... right now I'm tempted to trade some dignity for the chance to cool off."

"I'm thinking a nap is in order ladies... what do you say?" Char chimed in. "We've had a busy morning getting here, getting set up, doing some shopping... and we have a very long night ahead of us. Perhaps we should cut this part of the expedition short by just a bit to make sure that we are fresh for the part that really counts... the nightlife!" The tone of the science department siren was nothing short of gleeful as she considered the festivities yet to come.

Taking a luxurious stretch, Fiona sighed contentedly. "Naps...naps are good..." She was well fed and nicely buzzed, after all. "Just don't ask me tae do anythin' strenuous."

There was a snort from Selune as she felt the sudden need to stretch once the engineer started, "I'll have you know, Caitians have naps down to an art form," she cheerfully boasted.

A pair of shadows fell across Yuna and Chary's sun. The Vulcan vixen looked up, shading her eyes from the light to see just who was looming over them.

It was a pair of human males, middle aged, slightly paunchy and smug in the well-fed-and-used-to-getting-their-way tended to be, who now stood there looking down at them.

"Settle a bet for us," the one with the expensive-looking chronometer and rather ostentatious ring on the smallest finger of his right hand said with an overly white smile. His slightly shorter balding companion gave a quick bray of laughter as if his buddy had just said something clever.

"Are you here as decoration or entertainment?"

"I beg your pardon?" Yuna retorted with a hint of ire, how dare he take away her sun.

"Why can we not be both?" Char replied flatly, her face devoid of any sign of emotion.

There was a choking sound that suddenly erupted from the redhead under the palmtree and big hat combo.

The shorter man elbowed the talker and they both upped the wattage on their grins. "Both... both is good, real good, and a mighty fine job you're doin' little lady." Fiona sounded like she was trying to hack up a hairball or keep from laughing hysterically. Possibly both.

"If you're still here in exactly 10 seconds I'm gonna break every bone in your body, and I'm not talking about the skeletal ones." Yuna refused to look at them, keeping her eyes on the glistening waters of the pool.

"My companion is obviously the dominant, violent type. In the interest of science I must ask- do human males find this combination of traits attractive?" Charybdis was pulling out all of the stops- the mild head tilts, the carefully neutral expression, the pedantic delivery. It was rare that she defaulted to the Vulcan stereotype, but she was laying out the welcome mat for the clueless duo.

Talker looked mortally offended. "Hey, you can't talk to us like that! We're guests!" he had the temerity to scold the Trill. His companion tugged on his arm as a couple of hotel employees began heading their way. "That's no way to talk to paying customers, Missy!"

He gave his attention back to the buxom Vulcan, "And no, not all human males like lippy broads. I do like 'em curious, though..."

"And what makes you think we're not paying customers as well?" Yuna raised a spotted brow, finally making eye contact and being immediately repulsed by what was interrupting her suntanning.

"W...Well, " the shorter one stammered, "You are ah both... um... well... paying customers tend to be a bit more, um," he gestured towards some matronly types nearby, "ordinary. We were told that this resort had exotics... and," he waved at the group.

"There is nothing ordinary about... well... any of us - which is not something YOU TWO will ever find out," Yuna spat, sitting up on her towel and glaring. "Now get gone before I get angry!"

His companion was too busy watching Char to respond but Baldy was backing up quickly...right towards the pool.

Leaning over to Selune, Fi whispered, "Bet you that crystal that you liked that she pushes him inta the pool!"

To her credit, Selune had to think about it for a few seconds; she really liked that crystal. "No deal," she finally sulked as she watched the small confrontation. "Somehow I feel like that bet is already lost."

The curvaceous Vulcan slowly and languorously rose from the chair, her movements smooth and serpentine as she stepped slowly toward the two fellows. "Are you... possibly... the gambling sort of men... ones who would make wagers, perchance?"

"I gamble..." the Talker said with a vulpine smile.

"Fascinating," she replied. "Then perhaps I will offer you a wager, which may save you a severe beating. Are you... interested?" As she spoke she advanced on the talker, moving slowly and sinuously into his personal space. Her hands were clasped behind her, and her shoulders were pulled back just a bit as well, accentuating her assets.

His eyes never left the bounty framed by her red bikini top. When she jiggled slightly Fiona would swear later that the man's eyes jiggled as well.

"Interested... yeah," his grin got wider. "I'm interested all right. So what are you betting?" he seemed to totally miss the word 'beating'. His little friend didn't, however, as his eyes widened. "Jonas... ah... I think..."

"Hush, Clarence, the, ah...lady," he made the word a leer, "and I are talking bets."

"My companion works in a stressful occupation- as such, we are here for her to relieve said stress. Thus her rather confrontational nature and disagreeable temperament. However, I am friendlier. Obviously. Given my warm and radiant..." she inhaled deeply then released it, as if she'd had to think of a word, "personality."

In this moment Char was still doing her best Vulcan impression, and if there was one thing she wasn't radiating it was anything beyond the personality of wet cardboard. Although the double entendres would have given her away to anyone who was genuinely familiar with traditional Vulcans.

"Let's just say I make a living putting scum like you behind bars," Yuna spat, her mood turning darker as the shadow over her face.

"Police... you're police?" the little guy squeaked out and reached over to tug his friend's arm again. "Jo..."

"NOT NOW CLARENCE!"

The poolside stewards had arrived by this point. One asked Yuna, "May I get you another drink miss?" while the other explained to Short Round & Balding that, "These are our valued guests, Mr.Abernathy..." as the conversation between Talker and Char continued behind them.

Now Yuna's sun was blocked by someone else... Char had managed to get Talker cut from the herd which brightened things up a mite.

"Are you two gentlemen by chance... athletes? You seem to have the build for it, and I assume that you are possessed of considerable virility and... stamina?" Internally, it was taking all Char had not to burst out giggling, but she was working hard at this one. Her recent brush with the Vulcans had reminded her how to play this game of being an emotionless boor. In this case, at least she had the undercurrent of innuendo to keep her amused. She continued slowly advancing, her hands still quite firmly behind her back.

"Yeah..." Talker, aka Jonas watched the Vulcan as though hypnotized, transfixed by the creamy expanse of tautly constrained flesh moving ever closer to him.

"Then surely such a vigorous and powerful man such as yourself would easily be able to best a simple female such as myself in any sort of athletic competition... after all..."

She had been saving the best for last, so now she brought out the blue ribbon performance, and stood up straight, thrusting her prodigious bosom out towards him as he backed that critical last step towards the edge of the pool.

"I am not built for athletics, but for..." another large intake of breath invaded his space that much more, and he found himself being pushed back by the sheer volume of flesh pressed against him.

Beneath the trees, Fiona was snickering, "Noo... what she's built like is being a personal flotation device fer a teenaged social deviant," she muttered to the Caitian.

Selune snorted, trying desperately not to choke on her drink, throwing a glare at the small woman offering running commentary as her laugh mixed with a hacking cough.

"Yes? Yes?" Talker prompted her, his eyes never raising above shoulder level, thus he was missing most of the nuances of her performance.

"Distraction..." she whispered as she leaned in close, that critical few inches to perfectly unbalance him at the edge of the pool.

First his eyes widened, then his arms windmilled as he tipped backwards. He scrambled for balance, not wanting to fall and get wet, but he failed miserably. His flailing hands clutched and caught at one of the only things nearby within his potential reach, his finger hooking into the string holding the twin hypnotic orbs together.

But... it was simply not enough. Spandex could only handle so much pressure, and the sleek little bikini top had already been stressed to its tensile limits.

There was an audible SNAP, then a louder splash as Talker hit the shimmering blue waters of the pool.

One raised eyebrow was followed by a shrug, as the topless temptress turned to her friends. "Not my best work, but it did save him from a savage beating... what do you think, eight? Eight point two?" She appeared to be completely unfazed by her partial nudity.

"8... he completely lacked style, and his feet weren't together!" Fiona managed to gasp out as she was doubled over with laughter.

"Does she gain or lose points for being a show off?" Selune inquired seriously as she watched the man flailing ineffectually at the water with curiosity, "I think I might take back what I said about Caitian's not swimming as easily Humans. I was told you could swim much better than that..."

The porters immediately gave Char a towel and comped them drinks while they made profuse apologies and hustled the two human males out of harm's reach. The partially-clad scientist politely asked if the staff could fetch her top out of the pool for her, then squatted down next to Yuna... carefully out of her light, with the towel wrapped around her

"I promise to find you someone to beat to a bloody pulp tonight who completely deserves it... I just didn't want us to get thrown out of the hotel so early in our trip was all. I hope you aren't mad?" the first officer asked in a stage whisper.

"I'll have him on harassment if they try anything," Yuna snorted, returning to laying comfortably on her towel in the sun. "Either that or I'll just deck him."

The porters swiftly set about fishing Char's top out of the pool along with the sputtering, angry guest. Smart employees, they made sure that the two came out on opposite sides of the pool, and that they would not meet again... at least, no time soon.

Oddly enough, no one seemed to approach them for the rest of their stay by the pool... save the staff, who were quite attentive.

 

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