Girls Night Out XXI: Busting Out

Posted on Mon May 28th, 2018 @ 7:49pm by Captain Charybdis MacGregor & Commander Fiona McCray & Commander Yuna Raza & Lieutenant Commander Selune
Edited on on Mon May 28th, 2018 @ 9:27pm

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Mission: Operation: Risa!
Location: Risa, Rome arcology, the seedy section
Timeline: 2265

Striptease: From Fedepedia, the Federation encyclopedia

A striptease is an erotic or exotic dance in which the performer gradually undresses, either partly or completely, in a seductive and sexually suggestive manner. The person who performs a striptease is commonly known as a "stripper" or "exotic dancer".

Striptease involves a slow, sensuous undressing, though it may involve rapid and sudden movements and 'reveals', with the audience urging the stripper to remove more clothing. The stripper may prolong the undressing with delaying tactics such as the wearing of additional clothes or putting clothes or hands in front of just undressed body parts, such as breasts or between the legs. The emphasis is on the act of undressing along with sexually suggestive movement, rather than the state of being undressed. In the past, the performance often finished as soon as the undressing was finished, though today's strippers usually continue dancing in the nude. The costume the stripper wears before disrobing can form part of the act.

Striptease and public nudity have been subject to legal and cultural prohibitions and other aesthetic considerations and taboos on many worlds. Restrictions on venues may be through venue licensing requirements and constraints and a wide variety of national and local laws. These laws vary considerably from world to world, and even between different parts of the same system.



"Follow my lead... you be slow and graceful," Char whispered, then promptly broke into a series of handsprings down the runway, ending in her catching the pole and swinging around it wildly, catching it with one knee and one hand and making rather quite a spectacle of it.

An observer might imagine, were they perhaps unkind, that this was not an unknown form of entertainment or performance to the woman who was now a Starfleet officer.

Meanwhile, backstage Fi had turned towards the dressing room and pointed something cylindrical at the buxom young woman who had started towards the stage " No... you've been replaced... go beck inside and have a bit oov a break." Her icy tone was clear even if the woman didn't speak Federation standard. From where Selune was standing she could see that the object the engineer was pointing was the swiss army knife she'd gotten back from Yuna earlier.

The stripper ducked back into the dressing rooms with a squeak, hands upraised and flustered, and the scot shrugged. "Guid... she's nivver been tae Switzerland" she muttered under her breath and motioned for Selune to go.

The Caitan peeked out from the stairs descending to the main floor, and sure enough, it appeared that the distraction technique was working. No one noticed the white-furred navigator as she prowled down the stairs hugged up against the wall, and she beckoned for Fiona to follow. Once the engineer had caught up with her, they edged slowly along the wall, Selune needing to be prodded along more than once as she gaped a bit at what was happening onstage.

Fiona very helpfully provided the needed pokes to get the pilot in motion. "Stop...sight... seein..." she hissed, "and move yer tail!"

"But... they're..." Selune averted her eyes each time but was still drawn back to the spectacle as they shuffled towards the exit.

Frustrated, Fiona finally hauled off and gave Selune's lovely flowing tail a sharp yank. "They're gonna DIE eef we doan't get a move on!"

"I want to know where they learned that," she muttered as she finally got over herself and picked up her pace as she nursed her tail, "Actually... no, I think I'm fine not knowing..."

"If we get oot oov here you kin ask fer lessons!" Fiona hissed, "Now... GO!!!"

Seeing her compatriots entering the club, Charybdis stepped it up, unzipping the jacket and then pulling it down off of her shoulders, teasing the men in the audience and using her fists to push her prodigious breasts up for display as she bent forward and grinned lasciviously at the crowd. Meanwhile Yuna was slow and graceful, moving with deliberate strides toward the pole, teasing them with the promise of what was to come while Charybdis lit it up with her over the top acrobatic display.

As the sneaking contingent approached the bar, one of the bar patrons happened to notice Selune, whose clean white fur fairly glowed in the ultraviolet lights of the club, and he made a face that indicated some degree of recognition. Char had been waiting for this; she stuck her fingers in her mouth onstage and whistled shrilly... then promptly grabbed the shoulder of Yuna's stretchy tank dress and pulled it down in one fell swoop as the security officer shrieked and daintily covered herself as if in shock and surprise.

Not much acting required, really, as she very much had not expected the distraction maneuver. This led to a merry chase onstage, which amused and entertained the patrons considerably. The performers were rewarded by regaining the full attention of the clubgoers, who roared their approval, allowing Selune and Fiona to slip past and get closer to an exit.

"GOGOGOGOGOGO" Fiona alternated between pulling the noodleman along and halfway nudging Selune.

Onstage, Yuna responded to Char's dress yank by tugging insistently on her jacket. The two mock wrestled for a few seconds, going back and forth until Char performed a spectacular standing flip right out of the jacket as Yuna held it, and the crowd roared again as she ended up in her boots, fishnet hose and the bright blue thong the same color as her uniform. The gorgeous gymnast's eyes flickered over to her friends, but she was doing all that she could to keep the crowd's attention. As Yuna came after her again, she executed a series of handless cartwheels as she cupped her hands over her nipples. She wished she'd had the foresight to put her hair up first as it swung repeatedly into her face.

The thug who'd spotted Selune stepped between her and the exit though everyone else seemed riveted to the spectacle on the stage. Not slowing her pace for an instant she glanced at the ceiling, stumbling and pointing up as she threw a mask of confusion across her face. He stopped and looked confused, then she pointed at it more insistently moving from confusion to mild panic. The sudden shift in expressions must have convinced him and he looked up at the ceiling.

As he did so she snapped a vicious strike into his throat, cutting off his supply of air in a sudden gasped choke. His arms wrapped around his own throat as he staggered back allowing her to casually drive her knee between his legs as she continued her fluid pace, looking over her shoulder to make sure Fi could pass as the crowd cheered to something else that the duo on stage were doing; she really did not want to know what it was or where they had learnt it. She was reasonably sure it was actually illegal in some sectors of the galaxy.

But as they say, what happens on Risa stayed on Risa.

Fiona borrowed a bottle off of a table they'd passed to finish the man off as she hobbled past with her charge. The bottle did not break, but it did make rather a funny 'thoonk' sound and he slid to the floor.

The engineer hauled their new companion the rest of the way through the club and out the emergency exit door muttering something in gaelic the whole time. "You ladies very dangerous," the noodle vendor muttered quietly in Fiona's ear.

"Aye... and joost think... we were only out to party," she quipped.

"You go to war, I would be very afraid," he commented.

"Aye," Fi agreed with him, "Come on... let's steal a vehicle and get you home or to the hospital."

The engineer just went to the first vehicle that would hold the whole group, what looked to be a mid-size family vehicle of some sort. She bypassed the locks then while Selune kept watch and took over propping up her charge while Fiona scrambled underneath the dashboard with the versatile multi-tool and within eight seconds sparks ignited and the vehicle chugged to life.

"Neat trick," the pilot commented, "You'll have to teach me how to do that."

"My expensive academy education at work" Fi said as she gently helped the noodleman get into the back seat. "Plus I"ve five brothers who wouldn't always let me have the keys... I kin hotwire a hoover in me sleep!"

Meanwhile onstage, the song was coming to an end, and the rescue had not yet arrived. Char's bag of tricks was beginning to run out as she did a split upside down on the pole and then twirled her way down it as Yuna chased her. She didn't want to move down to mingle with the crowd, as the elevated stage would be the safest place to be when their rescue arrived. Plus the men in the crowd were quite enthusiastic about their appreciation, and she suspected she'd never get out of here without at least a few of them sticking to her like lampreys.

The announcer was likely going to play them off in a few seconds, and she was running out of options. She levered herself out straight with both arms, holding herself horizontally and pushing off Yuna then moving her legs as if she was running on air as she spun around the pole. The Trill grabbed her legs and did a tug-of-war with her which resulted in her getting her head caught between Chary's thighs, albeit briefly. The spotted beauty twisted out of the leg lock, which the pointy-eared minx turned into a whirling body flip.

As she finished the flip by dropping into a straddle split downstage of the pole in the big finale for the prime seats, as if her evening was not yet stellar enough, a familiar duo strode in to take in the sights... Jonas and Clarence, her 'friends' from the Empress hotel pool earlier in the afternoon.

"Hey... hey, I know those boobs..." Jonas said as he approached the stage, and she could sense Yuna stiffening angrily behind her.

If ever in her life Charybdis needed a timely rescue it would be right about... now.

The helmsman looked over the controls with a wrinkled nose. "Would this be a good time to tell you, I've only ever driven one of these stupid things once before... and it didn't end well?"

"Oh for crap's sake... forward... backward... oop, duin... just drive the bloody thing, ya finicky beastie!" Fi reached into the front seat and bopped the Caitan lightly. "Point it at tha wall and hit tha throttle!"

"Wait... crash on purpose? I got in trouble for that last time you know," she asked with a gleam in her eye.

"Well I suppose ye cuid get oot and go beck in and ask politely for them to come oot, " Fiona's sarcasm was in high gear.

"YES... CRASH... on purpose... the purpose is tae oopen a hole and let them oot ta escape in the confusion."

"Makes sense to me," Selune replied, slipping into reverse, backing up a good ten meters and then pausing to put on her seat belt. "You should really use a seatbelt... safety is..." her voice trailed off as she saw how red Fi's face was turning.

"Or not..." she muttered to herself as she jammed the thruster controls to full forward and the midsize family vehicle raced forward to slam into the wall of the club... or more appropriately, through the wall of the club. Fortunately it was not built out of anything solid, just an aluminum frame and thin sheeting on either side with insulation foam in between, and the vehicle penetrated it without difficulty and it was on a side that didn't have many occupied tables. They did, however, manage to hit a somewhat portly fellow that had been approaching the stage, and his groans were lost in the ensuing chaos.

Fiona bounced around a bit during the impact but when they cleared the wall she slid across the back seat and popped open the hatch.

"TIME TO GO!" she bellowed, and Char did not need to be told twice. Scooping up Yuna over one shoulder, the security officer's shapely derriere in the air, the Vulcan vixen paused long enough to grab her jacket and dress before leaping onto the hood, then running across the roof and flipping over it in a corkscrew twist to the ground, where she stumbled a bit. She tossed Yuna inside and clambered in herself, shouting, "GO! GO!"

"Go where?" Selune asked.

"Anywhere but here!" Char roared as she pulled the hatch shut.

"Away! And FAST! FAST would be good!" Fiona could see people in the club picking themselves back up and dusting themselves off, and it would only be a matter of a few seconds before disruptors became a part of this equation.

"Learn advanced flight plan techniques for two years, get told to go 'anywhere, fast fast fast," Selune muttered and spun the vehicle in place, "No respect for protocol, these people," she nattered as the vehicle shot back out of the hole she had made entering the establishment.

As the vehicle sped away, Jonas groaned on the dirty floor amongst the debris. "Every time I see those boobs, something worse happens to me..."

As they zoomed along in the stolen hovercar, Selune tapped her fingers on the steering mechanism, "So have you made up your mind yet, or am I just going to start flying around in circles?"

"This man still needs a hospital," Yuna pointed out as he handed her back her frilly frock. "I hold onto for you, pretty lady!" he said with a smile.

She slapped the Vulcan on the head. "You could have warned me you were going to yank my dress off!"

The voluptuous vixen was busily struggling back into her jacket. "What part of 'stripping' did you not understand, Trill? You volunteered for it... I was willing to go it alone, but you wanted up there, so why not share the shame. You get on stage at... a... strip... club... you... strip...!"

"Hey... I've got two questions..." Selune asked from the driver's seat. "One, where did you learn how to do that?"

A mint green blush would have been visible on the cheeks of the science officer in better lighting, but she was saved by the vehicle's dim interior. "Let's just say I wasn't always a respectable Starfleet officer in good standing and leave it at that, Selune. Next question?"

"What should I do about the guys that are following us from the club...?"

 

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