The following story takes place between the first two next generation episodes, Encounter At Farpoint and the Naked Now.
"Timmy, m'lad, this is your lucky day." Thought Ensign Timothy O'Rourke as the dark haired woman entered the turbolift. Trying not to be too obvious, the young man ran his dark blue eyes up and down what he considered the best set of tits and ass on the starship.
Lieutenant Commander Deanna Troi, Ship's Counselor of the U.S.S.Enterprise was indeed a sight to behold. 5'9", the Betazoid had a voluptuous figure that filled out her outfit in a most pleasing image. She wore a short skirted blue Star Fleet Uniform and her shoulder length black hair was held back by a headband.
"How I'd like to spend a few fun hours with this little lass." The 6'3" Irishman said to himself as he considered how best to start a conversation with her. That she outranked him didn't really matter to the handsome Ensign. Back on his last assignment on Starbase 42, he'd had a truly incredible one niter with a full Commander. Not that he could even remember the woman's name right now. Jane-something or other he recalled. Then again he seemed to remember someone calling her Kate. But it really didn't matter, that was then, this was now. And what was important now was how best to convince this beautiful woman that she should share his bed tonight.
Ensign O'Rourke opened his mouth and was about to utter what he considered his best pickup lines, at least it had worked on that redheaded Lieutenant in Ship's Stores last week, when the doors of the turbolift slid open and another woman entered.
Nothing could've put a damper on O'Rourke's amorous plans more than the sudden appearance of the grim faced Lieutenant who served as Chief of Security. Standing 5'9" and wearing a gold and black jumpsuit, Tasha Yar was the stuff of the Ensign's worst nightmares. Wearing her blonde hair cut short in a short, almost boyish style, the Lieutenant had a no-nonsense reputation for discipline in the ranks. If it wasn't for the small swell of her breasts through the form fitting bodysuit, Ensign O'Rourke might've taken her for a man at first glance. Down in engineering he'd heard a few jokes about how Yar must be a dynamo in bed because she was such a hard nosed bitch all the other times. Personally, O'Rourke thought she'd be a bitch in bed too, not that he'd ever want to be the one to find out.
"Deck Nine, Security!" The thin woman barked out to the turbolift's audio sensor.
"Lieutenant." Deanna greeted the Security Chief with a smile in a nod.
"Counselor." Tasha countered, her face showing only the barest trace of a smile.
O'Rourke suddenly felt very uncomfortable in the presence of the two bridge officers and let out a small sign of relief when the doors opened and he was able to rush out between them.
"I don't know if you noticed," Tasha said with a much larger smile on her face. "But that Ensign had a major erection. I'm amazed he could run with it in such an awkward position."
"I didn't need to see it." Deanna laughed. "I could feel his eagerness from way over here."
"Well maybe you should've taken him up on it." Tasha quipped.
"He's not exactly what I'm in the mood for right now." the Counselor retorted as she tossed back her hair.
.... There is more of this story ...