BEST FEMME FUH-Q FEST STORY ~ BEST RAND/f STORY
Title: Behind the Veil
Author: T'Lin ( LinkyS@aol.com )
Series: TOS
Code: U/R, Ch (and a surprise)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: First Line Challenge for Halloween
Written for the Femme Fuh-Q Fest -- http://www.oocities.org/femme_fuhq_fest/
Archiving: ASC*, FFF, BLTS and my own web page -- http://www.oocities.org/tlin_s/ -- all others, please ask first.
Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom own the TREK universe, I just play there. No copyright infringement is intended with these stories, nor is any money being made. Although the characters do not belong to me, this original piece of fanfiction does. First posted on October 31, 2003.
by T'Lin -- 0310.31
"No, absolutely not! I am not wearing that costume!" Christine said, as she made her way back into the livingroom, fully dressed in her duty uniform, glowering at Nyota and Janice.
"Why not?" Nyota asked, as she gave Janice a wink, adding, "it's what every green-blooded Vulcan male has the hots for, according to the latest 'Vulcan Love Slave' magazine."
"It's sure to capture his attention, Chris," Janice added, crossing the room to pick up the gauzy lavender 'wrap' that was intended to cover the wearer from shoulders to toes. It would do nothing to conceal the fact that the wearer was only clad in a bejeweled halter and thong ... the only other piece of the costume was a far more solid piece of lavender fabric, meant to be worn as a veil ... transparent enough to be seen through, but solid enough to obscure the identity of the wearer.
But for Christine, that was part of the problem. In such a small society as a starship, it was virtually impossible to hide ... as soon as she set foot in the rec room, her identity would pretty much be known. There just weren't enough females of her stature to remain anonymous. Besides, the nature of this particular costume would give her away, even if she *could* conceal her identity.
"What's the point, anyway?" Chris said, as she took the wrap from Janice. "I'm tired of trying to get his attention." She sat in a nearby chair, and began to sulk, adding, "Look, you two are all ready, and you look absolutely fabulous ... why don't you go on without me. I'd only spoil your fun, in any case."
Nyota and Janice were dressed in identical outfits, except for the color: Nyota's vest, miniskirt and thigh-high boots, as well as her long straight hair, was the purest white; Janice's, midnight black. They looked at each other, and a silent message passed between the two of them ... they were not about to let Christine stay behind and sulk.
Nyota picked up the wrap, while Janice picked up the rest of the costume, saying, "Forget about him ... be our 'love slave' for the night."
"Wh ... what?" Christine stammered, as her two friends lifted her to her feet, and pushed the costume into her arms.
"You heard her," Nyota said, reaching up to release the fastening on Christine's uniform. "We want you to be *our* love slave for the night ... now *that* should make a few heads turn."
"Indeed," Chris said with a smile. She found the idea to be quite stimulating ... in more ways than one. By the time she had made up her mind, Nyota and Janice had stripped her of her uniform. "I guess I had better get dressed."
"Yes, you had better," Nyota said, as she gave Chris's bare behind a friendly pat.
"Yes, we wouldn't want to be too late," Janice added, as she once again handed the halter and thong to Christine, then kissed her chastely on the cheek.
"I'll be right back," Chris said, as she once again went into her room to put on the costume. When she returned fifteen minutes later, she was covered from head to toe in shimmering glitter, and the skimpy costume.
She was drop-dead gorgeous!
Nyota gave a whistle, adding, "I know you're ours for the night, but if he doesn't notice you, there's something wrong with him."
"And if he *does* notice you, don't give in," Janice added with a mischievous grin, "let *him* suffer for a change."
Christine gave each of them in turn a chaste kiss, adding, "I'm all yours tonight ... I don't intend to give him the time of day, whether he notices me or not."
"Good for you," Nyota said, as she offered her hand to Christine.
Janice took Christine's other hand, saying, "Shall we go, ladies?"
"Indeed," they said together, and proceeded to make their way to the annual Halloween Party in the rec room.
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The door opened, and the three of them stepped into the room. Christine stopped short, while her companions went forward another step. They, too, stopped, when they heard Christine say, "Well, that explains things, doesn't it?"
They had turned to look at Christine, who started to laugh. Nyota turned to see what was so funny, when she heard a gasp from Janice ... and then, she too saw it. Spock, dressed as a Vulcan Lord; and before him, kneeling, was Captain Kirk ... in lavender thong, and shimmering glitter, with a thin chain attached to a collar, connecting him to Spock.
As Spock's eyes connected with Christine's, she stepped forward into the waiting arms of her companions. She lightly touched Nyota's cheek to turn her face to her, then she kissed her, far more passionately than before. She then turned to Janice, offering a kiss as well.
As Spock's eyebrow rose, Christine smiled ... she was glad her friends had gotten this costume for her, after all.