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True Romance	By : Silver-Serenade Category: S through Z > Star Trek (2009) > Star Trek (2009) Views: 3273 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Adrienne
You sighed while gazing at your reflection in the mirror, feeling naked, as you always did while scantily clad and missing your glasses. The strapless, leopard print dress was stretched tightly across your chest and around your rear end, emphasizing your every curve, as was its purpose. Regardless, you grimaced and stated aloud, “I don’t think this is the one, guys.”
Angela and Karissa, who had formerly been digging through their shoes to find a particular pair of stilettos turned around to look at you and give their own appraisals.
They came up behind you, crossing their arms in unison, and looked you up and down.
“I think you look hot,” Angela stated simply.
Karissa stroked her chin thoughtfully and added, “It makes your ass look nice.”
You were grateful for their compliments, but made a point out of turning around and walking across the room to show that it was so tight around your thighs you couldn’t use a normal stride. You looked like you were trying to hold your pee, as a matter of fact.
When you whirled to face them again, Karissa finally said, “Yeah, that’s a problem. Don’t worry though, I have something better.”
She brushed past you to dig something else out of her firmly packed closet, and you busied yourself with squeezing out of the too-tight dress. You had graduated a few days ago from Starfleet, and landed a job on the Enterprise for the five-year mission. You had never met the captain, but you had met the head of engineering, Mr. Scott, who was going to be your boss aboard the ship. Since Karissa and Angela, your two best friends, were not in Starfleet, and therefore wouldn’t see you for half a decade, they had decided to take you out to a local nightclub in celebration.
People were usually baffled when you informed them that they were friends with you, because you were pretty much polar opposites. You had been the nerdy straight-A student in high school, when you met, and the two of them were the popular girls that all of the dudes drooled over. While you enlisted in Starfleet, they went on to become professional dancers.
They were also a couple, ever since a few years ago, but occasionally they liked to add a third person into the mix. You were straight, and had only ever seen them as friends, so you had never been sexually involved with them. Plus, they usually preferred to do it with guys as opposed to girls. They were bisexual, but both of them preferred having a woman as a full time partner.
Personally, you considered yourself too jealous a person to ever have an open relationship like that, but you didn’t judge them for it. They did, however, tease you endlessly for being a “prude”, at least in their book.
Your friend extracted a sparkly silver dress from her closet and handed it to. Once you had wriggled out of the other one, you slipped the new one on to find that it had a plunging neckline that revealed the valley between your breasts, and while it had straps, it was crisscrossed in the back so that you couldn’t wear a bra with it.
You took off the bra to accommodate, and found that fortunately the fabric held your breasts in place quite well without aid, and it zipped up in the back. When you turned to face the mirror again, you discovered that it was the best out of all of the others you had tried on. It was form fitting without being too snug, and it made you look feminine.
You turned to the side to get a profile view, and found that it didn’t highlight any flaws, but rather emphasized the good. You and Karissa were pretty close in size, although she had a smaller chest, so you could share clothes if you wanted to.
Ordinarily, you didn’t dress up, so she seldom had need to ask you to borrow things. When the two of them dressed up as nerds for Halloween, she had ended up raiding your closet and borrowing some of your old clothes. Considering that you didn’t consider being seen as geeky as a negative, you didn’t really mind lending out some of your wardrobe.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Angela stated simply, putting on the dress you had recently discarded.
Karissa nodded in assent, then grinned, grabbed you by the shoulders from behind and stated, “We are so getting you laid tonight.”
You groaned in exasperation, turning to face her and stating, “I’ve already told you, I don’t need to go out and sleep with some random guy.”
“Oh yes you do,” replied your other friend firmly, arching an eyebrow, “The last guy you were with was your ex-boyfriend, and you’ve been broken up for a year. You need to get out there and experience things while you can.”
Karissa didn’t even need to state her agreement, because you already knew her opinion, but she chose to add, “You’re going out into space for five years, and it will be a ship full of the same guys that you’ll see every day. That’s going to get boring when you narrow it down to reasonable prospects, and it may get awkward if you go on a binge and screw all of your co-workers because of all your pent-up sexual tension.”
Rolling your eyes, you knew that it was pointless to argue. Your friends were on a mission. They were of the opinion that you needed a good one night stand to celebrate your departure from the planet. While you didn’t necessarily agree, the prospect wasn’t unattractive. If you met the right guy and hit it off, you supposed you could make an exception to your usual rule for only having sex with someone you were in a relationship with.
Truth be told, the idea of having to date somebody on a starship was daunting. You had never been off planet before for an extended period of time, so you weren’t certain how it worked. All you knew was that if it ended badly between you and a guy you went out with, you would have to see each other all of the time, which would make it hard to get over.
At least when you and Paul broke up you were capable of keeping your distance. It was a pity that it ended, because unlike most dudes, he had no interest in your sexier, more outgoing friends. It wasn’t as if you weren’t attractive, but beside two girls that had dancers’ bodies, close to perfect skin, and liked threesomes, you were invisible. The only reason why a guy might turn their attention to you instead was if they were too short.
“No guy is going to take a second look at me while I’m with you two,” you stated simply, after seeing the black, cut-out dress Karissa donned.
They crossed their arms in unison, and Angela remarked, “Don’t you start with that again, babe, you’re pretty and you’re smart. It’s not like high school anymore. You don’t wear granny panties and walk into walls anymore…well, you still walk into walls, but not as much.”
Smiling at her, you replied, “Okay, I’ll stop,”
“Good,” her girlfriend replied, “Now, we’re going to put you in some mid-sized heels so you don’t trip and make an ass of yourself while you take your clothes off for that guy you’re banging.”
A few hours later, you were walking through the doors of the club, sticking close to your friends since you were wearing contacts instead of glasses and it was dark. They had done your makeup as well, in a manner you wished you could mimic every day if you had the time, skill, and patience. It was a smoky-eye combination of silver and black, and they had wanted to apply false lashes until deciding it might not look cute if one of them fell off during the night.
Fortunately, you only had to stand up in the uncomfortable black stilettos they had put you in for a short time before a table opened up, and the two of them swooped in to claim it with you hot on their heels. When you slid onto a stool, a waitress came up to get you drinks, and you began with a shot of vodka to settle your nerves.
You could hold your liquor pretty well, ever since starting to hang out with them, so you weren’t worried about getting too tipsy while browsing for this mystery guy.
You had sort of hoped that your friends would forget about their die-hard plan, but after you had swallowed your first gulp of alcohol, they were already trawling for prospects.
“What about him?” Asked Angela, pointing to a dude standing the corner.
He was tall, with red hair and dark eyes. You eyed him with interest for a moment, until a girl came up and joined him, planting a kiss on his cheek.
“Damn,” Karissa lamented, resuming the search, “Oh well, he had girly hands anyways.”
“Which means his dick is probably the size of a Mike and Ike,” your other friend replied, and both of them were reduced to laughter at the crude comparison.
“Guys, this is really shallow,” you complained after a pause, “I’m not going to sit here and rate dudes I see on whether or not they’re…well…effable.”
Arching an eyebrow at you, Angela retorted, “Oh, like they’re not doing the same exact thing to us right now? Adrienne, relax, you don’t need to feel bad.”
They peered around the room, occasionally pointing out people for you to appraise, and while many of them were good looking, they often disappeared too quickly into the crowd for you to even bother wanting to hunt down. Besides, this whole ploy was starting to feel more and more desperate and embarrassing.
What were you, a horny frat boy? No, damn it, you were a statistics expert, and a soon-to-be calibrator on the U.S.S. Enterprise. You didn’t need to have sex with some random guy as a last-ditch effort of self-affirmation, or some sort of rite of passage. So what if you’d only slept with one person? What did it matter?
If it made them feel better, the two of them could sit there and scrutinize random guys for you, but you would take no part in it. Tonight, you would dance with your friends, have a few drinks, and go home alone. In three days, you would get on that ship, and focus on your career. If a man came along, great, but you weren’t going to concern yourself with dwelling on it.
With that idea in mind, you stopped being so annoyed, and became nonchalant about the matter, letting them do what they pleased. You pretended to be interested in a few, wrote off others, and gratefully accepted another drink order from the waitress just as Angela was growing antsy.
Sensing her impatience, Karissa said, “Okay, let’s check the bar…hm…wait, how about him?”
She gestured to the bar, which was slightly diagonal to you so that you could see the faces of the patrons.
“The guy with the Mohawk?” You inquired uncertainly.
“No, the blond in the leather jacket,” she clarified.
You followed her gaze, and set your sights on the guy she was suggesting. He was cute, but in a very obvious sort of way. You got the feeling that he was the womanizing sort, very cocky and arrogant. Definitely not your type.
“I don’t think so,” you stated, waving your hand and shifting your gaze to the guy next to him. You paused, squinted, and noticed that he had dark brown hair, mildly bronzed skin, and despite the fact that he was scowling, he was really, really handsome.
After checking him out for a minute, you stated, “The guy next to him is cute, though,”
They frowned in his direction, and you observed during their moment of silence that he was talking to the guy they had pointed out before, the blond. Apparently they were there together, but they didn’t seem to be a couple. They were probably friends.
“He’s…older, but, yeah, I guess,” Karissa remarked, looking unconvinced.
“No, you’re right, he is cute,” Angela agreed with you, “Let’s go over there.”
Suddenly, your liquid courage oozed, and the prospect of approaching the attractive stranger was abruptly very frightening. You shook your head and said, “No, I was wrong, he’s not that cute after all,”
“You’re such a bad liar, come on,” said Angela, grabbing your hand and dragging you out of your seat.
The two of them stopped in front of you, one adjusting your hair while the other flattened your dress, and your heart started raced as you endured their maddening primping routine. Finally, when they were satisfied, they immediately began a slew of dizzying suggestions.
“Don’t talk about yourself too much, remember, you want to look interested in him…”
“Laugh at his jokes, no matter how lame they are…”
“Try not to bring up your major at Starfleet, nobody likes talking about math as much as you…”
“Do not, under any circumstances, do the cup trick…”
“He’s tall, so he probably he’s probably hung like a moose…”
“Angela!” You cried at her last remark.
Waving her hand flippantly, she replied, “What? It’s true. Anyways, guys like that have big egos, too, so try and pay him a lot of compliments.”
“Not too many, though, you don’t want to come off as desperate,” Karissa added to that.
Head spinning as you tried to hold on to all of this new information, you simply nodded at them and let them lead the way to the bar. You felt bad that the express purpose you had behind talking to this guy was to go to bed with him, unless he turned out to be a jerk, but if he was interested, he probably had the same reasons. So, you resigned yourself not to feeling guilty, but to just let it be.
You took a deep breath, put on your best smile, and tried not to trip.
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