First Mate William Riker and Counselor Deanna Troi walked into a spa room. In the center of it was a rectangular tub bit enough for the both of them. It was filled with brown-black mud. Soft electronic music played in the background.
Both of them wore bathing suits, robes, and bedroom slippers.
"I'd like to go in first, if you don't mind," said William.
"All right."
He slipped off his robe and slippers. Then he got into the tub and settled himself in the mud.
"Your turn."
She also took off her slippers and robe. The she got in the tub on the other side of him.
On Williams's side was a bottle of champagne—chilled-and two crystal glasses. He poured the champagne into the glasses, then he gave one to Dee.
"Cheers."
"Cheers."
They saluted and drank. Then they relaxed awhile.
"This does feel nice," said Will.
"Yes, it does."
"And your mom baths in this, a lot?"
"She loves it."
"She is a pretty woman."
"Yes, she is."
They relaxed and drank.
"Deanna, would you mind standing up, for a bit?"
"Standing up?"
"Just for a few seconds—please?"
"Well, all right."
She stood up in the tub. He stared at her.
"You look beautiful covered in mud!"
She smiled. "You're silly! But thanks, Will."
She sat back down. They relaxed some more.
"And now, I have a favor to ask you," said Dee.
"All right."
"Massage my back."
"Coming right up!"
They put their glasses down. She turned her back towards him, and he began massaging it.
"This does make your skin feel very soft."
"Thank you."
Suddenly, he folded himself around her. Then he kissed her on the cheek. She did nothing to stop this; in fact, she turned around and faced him. They hugged and kissed.
And then, Will reached over and unlaced the top of Dee's bathing suit. (It was one-piece.) It revealed a little surprise:
"Your breasts are still clean!"
She looked at them and smiled. "So, they are! Why don't you do something about it?"
He also smiled. "I will!"
He picked up a large wad of mud and rubbed it over her chest. "That's better!"
They continued their caresses. Suddenly, Dee pulled away."
"Will, we shouldn't be doing this."
"Why not?"
"You remember the rule: 'No sexual activity on the holi-deck!'"
He sighed. "I remember!"
"Of course, the rule does not apply to ship mates' private quarter!"
He smiled. "That's good to know!"
They drained their glasses and climbed out of the tub.
"Computer: End program B5401MUDBATH."
"Yes, Counselor."
The room became bare, and the mud came off of them. Riker smiled.
"You'd better cover yourself!"
Deanna's breasts were still out! She smiled. "Oops!"
She re-knotted her bathing suit. They put their robes and slippers back on.
"Shall we go to your place, or mine?," he asked.
"Yours will be fine."
"Then let's go!"
They left!