A/N: OMG you guyz r srsly paw-some! But really a huge thank you to Dimplz, whose the receiver of this gift ( poor little nugget can't find enough K/U fics and I totes understand) and my lovely, darling beta ( srsly folks, this chick is fucking gold and any typos or weird sentence you read hear after are solely my fault), T ( you know who you are) who inspired me along with a many others to continue writing and PoorQueequeg and Valyria as always for being there with my Trek obsession from the start.

"Ladies and gentlemen, third and a-gendered, the gorgeous female you've all been waiting for is about to grace the stage with her strength and poise, as she calculates how best to titillate her audience using both body and logic. Please be gracious with your latium, whether gold pressed or plain, and welcome intergalactically known Aitlun'a...the salacious Vulcan!"

Cheers, whoops and whistles filled the air and roared over the music as one slim leg snaked out from behind the curtain followed by an arm, flicking its wrist and curling its long slender fingers with the forefinger signally to come closer. Males from planets found all over the alpha quadrant rushed to the stage, eyes glued to the thin brown limbs as they disappeared and reemerged with the body they were connected to.

"Come little Vulcaness, don't be shy!"

With her back to the crowd, Aitlun'a stood with her legs shoulder width apart looking over her shoulder with a gauzy green Vulcan robe billowing around her. With a curious dark stare underneath the flare of her eyebrows, she gazed out at the tables and let the sheer robe drop to reveal the trivial clothing underneath. With a leisurely dip of her hips, the Vulcan spread her arms like wings and twisted her body to curve towards the crowd, displaying her attire for the evening for their viewing pleasure. The slender, sable alien cupped her face with smiling eyes before snaking her hands down her neck and over her body, her eyelids fluttering shut and her flared brows disappearing under the curl of her long bangs as they arched upwards in the pleasure of her own touch.

"Aitlun'a! Come over here and let me make you rich, baby!"

"Aitlun'a, take off your top so I can die happy!"

A white tulle halter top studded with dime sized rhinestones sparkled in halfhearted coverage of her pert chest while a shiny scrap of fabric that made a mini skirt seem modest adorned her sex and rear with a silver G-string in tow. Stretching her arms up slowly towards the ceiling, she curled her back to the audience revealing the long scrolling script of Vulcan calligraphy that was scrawled between her shoulder blades and ended just at the cleft of her ass. For those who could read the spiraling words called out in a loud crooning reply, but she gave them a dismissive blink and turned her back fully to the gawkers.

The tips of her ears peeped out of her long, curly locks as she bent forward and pushed her right hand down from her thigh to her calf as the left was planted on the curve of her ass. She gave the eyes behind her a peep under the micro skirt, which didn't even cover half her backside.

"I have to practice Kohlinar because your body makes me lose all reason!"

The rowdy crowd grew louder as she wiggled her rump and gave it firm smack as she rose up arching her back and rode her hands up her tantalizing body. She turned her face to look over her other shoulder, her long fringe brushing her brow as she shot them a haughty look.

"So illogical."

A Klingon to her left broke out into opera in hopes that she would hear and favor him with her hand in marriage. An Andorian started to pull at his antenna as she turned and faced the club with a doll face mask of indifference, scanning the crowd as if they bored her.

"You hurt me so good, Vulcan! I would forsake all other temptations for you!" yelled an inebriated Deltan, his bald head beading with sweat as he dabbed at it ineffectually with a napkin from the bar.

Her full red lips parted with a soft sigh as she walked forward with a giddy bounce. Her small perky breast bounced double time with her plump backside against the flimsy hold of her outfit as she did a fierce catwalk down on her impossibly high heels to the end of the stage and grabbed ahold of the pole at the very front. Her skin sparkled and glistened from a fragrant oil laced with iridescent glitter under the hot stage lights. She posed, half crouching with both hands firmly gripping the bar and wiggled her bottom towards a Tellarite on her left, causing the poor male to faint.

"Let me feed you, Princess, as you recline on my bed!" shouted a rowdy Bolian, frantically tapping his thumb to the credit PADD in hopes that she would notice the large amount of latium he was 'throwing' at her. A small holo screen popped up above the heads of the payers displaying to anyone on stage the high rollers and the more frugal clients.

A slower, heavy bass song blended in through the air and the lithe female gradually slowed her movements. Casually, she spun around the silver rod with her long hair trailing behind her, floating and bobbing like a butterfly caught in the wind, throwing her head back to give those closest to her a view of her face and ears unobscured by her hair.

"Aitlun'a, you haunt my dreams!"

She scoffed and climbed the pole ever so gracefully with her long legs mimicking walking as her strong arms pulled her higher and higher before spreading them into a split and bringing her body perpendicular to the vertical bar.

"Aitlun'a you dance like a heavenly body!"

Spinning and twisting, she dazzled the patrons with her sensual show, pulling her body up to imitate standing on the floor as she threw her hips back and whipped her back end into a frenzy as the music sped up. She could barely hear it over the noise of the crowd, but it was her set so she knew the songs by heart. While keeping time with the bass and shaking her assets, she went up and down the cool metal with an ease that belied the strength of her arms and legs.

As her last song was halfway through, she slunk back down to ground, dancing on the bar in between her cheeks as she performed bouncing splits and handstands. The surrounding aliens ogled her, delighting in the rarity of seeing a Vulcan dance and even more to see one nearly nude and as elegantly lascivious as she was.

Sinking down to her knees and forearms she twerked and popped against a fellow stripper's behind which sent the crowd into a fit of hysterics but Aitlun'a always upped the ante. "Glantau nash veh…(watch this-one)," she said with a soft moan.

The club went wild as she faced them, running her fingers through her Betty Page haircut before closing her eyes and unclasping her shiny rhinestone top to reveal the soft mounds of her breasts that bounced free from their confines. For those new to the show, they whispered to those nearby commenting on her chocolate colored nipple and its rosy pink mate on the other breast. The Vulcan temptress whipped her hair as she palmed her breasts, catching the tight buds at the center in between the vee of her fingers.

Arching her back into her hands she let a passing Andorian dancer take her into her arms. Folding back over her arms, Aitlun'a pouted and moaned as the taller blue stripper struck her hand against the Vulcan's bottom until an angry red handprint appeared on the right cheek. Finished with spanking her, the Andorian turned the slim Vulcan in her arms and held her against her chest, replacing Aitlun'a's hands with her own and jiggled her small brown breast in her hands. Aitlun'a's head rolled back onto the blue female's shoulder with a pouty expression as she panted and reached behind her to stroke the alien behind her.

Currency of all types poured in as she parted from the other dancer and commenced the end of her final dance. The floor shook beneath her feet as the surrounding aliens pounded their meaty fists against the stage, all the while her face went back to being aloof and her expression superior.

She stood up as the music morphed from her last song to another and gave the raging audience the Vulcan salute. She then used the same vee'd hand to rub her crotch before walking slowly off stage, making sure to linger and give them an eyeful of her ample, punished rump.

The whoops and cheering began to die down and the a quiet din fell over the crowd as a group new girls teetered out on their heels like newborn giraffes, shaking from being unbalanced and unnerved as Aitlun'a sauntered pass them without so much as a glance in their direction.

She keep her easy pace as she walked backstage and joined the other regular alien girls of all shades, races and shapes. As Aitlun'a took her seat and began to clean off her stage make up, Amelyre, a big, beautiful Trillian female came up beside her and placed a loving kiss on her head. "Good show, Desire, you really worked them up. I'm not sure they'll have any money for me."

The Vulcan gave her co-worker a blank stare before breaking out into a wide grin. "Amme, they always have money for you! You're the most talented one here!"

The Trill giggled, her great bounteous bosom shaking as she did while mussing Aitlun'a's hair. "Oh yes, I suppose that's true seeing as Vulcans do not lie," she winked, giving Aitlun'a a quick pat under her left tit as she left for a private dance.

Aitlun'a snorted a laugh and commented with an exaggerated "yeah right," before removing her eyebrows and ears. Carefully lacing her fingers back behind her head, she detached and gently removed the wig from her scalp, sighing as the cool air of the room rushed over the heat pouring off from her head. Removing the pins she shook her hair loose and pulled it back into its customary high ponytail. Next, she stored away her contacts and removed the green blush and red lipstick painting her face.

Nyota looked back at the mirror fully transformed with the exception of her 'skirt' and gave herself a naughty smirk. "You outdid yourself tonight, Aitlun'a."

"Indeed you did," came a voice behind her.

She turned from the mirror and saw the benevolent smile of the club manager, Ki'lall, as he came back with his work PADD in hand. "If you weren't scheduled for the rest of the week, you'd be set for it moneywise. You had them bleeding from their thumbs; they paid so much. Treat yourself, won't you?"

He extended the PADD for her signature and Nyota jabbed her thumb against the screen to transfer her pay for the night into her account. When she caught sight of the number, she hummed with amusement. "Wow, what a faithful following."

Ki'lall smiled back at her, making the rosettes bordering the side of his face crinkle along with his crow's feet. "Was there any doubt? They love you. You and my Amme. I know you have to head home soon to get up early for class but we'll see you tomorrow around five right?"

Nyota, by this time had completely stripped and was pulling on the last of her clothing. With her head free from her shirt she nodded and grabbed a pair of socks from her bag. "Yeah, earlier if my workout goes well. Tomorrow's a swim day."

Ki'lall grunted thoughtfully as she slid into her tennis shoes, not bothering to untie and retie them. Instead, she wiggled her finger in between the back of the shoe and her heel to get them fitted snugly.

"Just a thought but nothing to be worried about. I might sign up for a Teacher's Aide position which would help out with fast tracking me onto a ship and out of the Academy, but would cut into my hours. That wouldn't be a problem would it?"

The Trillian male shook his head and sighed. "Wouldn't be any trouble unless you weren't able to headline on your nights. Besides, we both knew going into this that you were going to be out there and not down here," he commented with a jerk of his head up towards the ceiling, motioning to the stars. "We could always get another girl if we needed but you're irreplaceable, Uhura."

"Thanks Ki. Good night," she said smiling widely as she stepped out of the room and went towards the exit.

As he usually was, Yark was seated outside on a barstool underneath the shadow of the building's awning. The Klingon bouncer turned his massive head towards her, his orange eye irises glinting in the light that poured out from the doorway. "Ah the star emerges."

"Hello, Yark. Have a good evening."

He nodded and went back to glaring at the small gathering outside the doors.

A good ten feet from him were a number of patrons desperate to see the Vulcaness exit the building in order to exchange words, gifts and comm numbers. They all stood anxiously in an arc looking at Nyota curiously in the dim light the alleyway and moon provided. With no ears or flared brows in sight, they quickly dismissed her and set their attention back onto the door.

As she passed, she heard a skinny human of the group whine out a frustrated huff. "I'm telling you guys, I think she lives in there! I've never once seen her come outside and she never gives private dances! The few times that she was off the stage she danced in a group of girls for some VIPs that requested any exotic set of females for a bachelor party. She probably has some mafia ties or something, which is why she won't leave and the club is so protective of her."

A few of them answered in agreement while others pitched their own stories as to the mysterious Vulcan's whereabouts.

Nyota thoughtfully tugged on her backpack and hailed a flitter from the corner after she came out of the alley. She rarely had to call or hail anymore as the popular blue top flittercab company noted the number of requests and the times the girls would call for pickups. Boarding in the back, the Cadet waited until after she told the driver the address of the house closest to the Academy to open her bag for yesterday's fan mail.

About twenty notes, four stuffed animals of various planets' fauna, ten boxes of confections and a couple of pieces of jewelry filled her bag along with her school work. She pulled out the Tellarite delights, which happened to be one of her favorites, and set them aside for the driver to have along with a generous tip. She had ridden with him before and he was good at picking up her mood, talking when she felt energetic and giddy and peacefully quiet when she was more in a thoughtful mood.

Right now, she was reflecting on her three years of strip tease and pole dancing work. What started off as a confidence building and workout plan, turned into a lucrative business venture for her while she was attending Starfleet Academy. Always careful to hide her identity from the crowd, she switched clubs and alien aliases with her language fluency. The first club she attended only allowed non-human clientele inside, giving her a chance to practice all that she knew in her communications knowledge and build up her nerve to decide whether or not she would dump this place for another or dump the job for something less...prurient.

After a few weeks of scuffed knees and thousands of latium bars, Nyota quit and came in under the guise of a Trill at Galactic Fusion. It went better than she expected. Human men and women curious of xenosexuality and the aesthetics of other alien races came in and paid her handsomely as her looks were both exotic and familiar. She had to go to a tattoo parlor that specialized in temporary full body tattoos to gain her spots, but other than their internal biology, the Trill people bore no other outward differences to humans.

Though she was fluent in all three dialects of Romulan, the thought of portraying one left a bad taste in her mouth. The war between their people and hers had been bloody and long. It lead to the rise of many hate groups, like Earth United, who wanted to ban all aliens from the planet. She didn't want any old wounds or prejudices being stirred as she danced–just libidos. A gentlemen's club was hardly the place for such a sensitive political discussion so with that, she went to Heavenly Bodies dressed as Aitlun'a (Desire in Vulcan) and interviewed in character.

With two years of pole dancing and many more years of other varieties under her belt, Nyota blew the interviewers away with her talent and with her flawless Vulkusnu. They were happy at their luck that a Vulcan, of all aliens, would be willing to dance for money. After her interview was over, she shed her props and revealed to the owner and managers who she actually was and why she was under a guise. None of them had been angered by her deception, merely shocked that she had taken on the character so well. The owner, Derrick Harrison, was especially pleased because he thought having constructive conversations with Vulcans could be very trying and difficult, while Ki'lall was glad at the prospect of having an additional alien face in the lineup.

With that, Aitlun'a became one of their regular girls and the one of customers' favorite. Her style was teasing mixed with disdain–a snobby little Vulcaness whose sexual curiosity and attitude ran a little too high and was regularly tamed by the other dancers on stage by way of spanking or flogging. Every now and then, Amelyre would lead her about on a collar like a dog, which either had the crowd begging for her release or cheering the Trill on to show that snooty space elf some manners.

Nyota laughed to herself at the thought of being put in her place. No one could do that – maybe to her characters, but not the woman she actually was. Looking over the jewelry, she noted an ornate set of ear cuffs. Uhura examined the pointed shells and noted that they were meant to be worn on the tips of Aitlun'a's angular ears. As she expected, the sender was the Vulcan who had been sending her articles of clothing to wear. "Looks like he moved on to jewelry…" she said softly, unfolding the note as she cradled the earrings in her hand.

As usual, he had penned them by hand in dizzy swirling script of Vulkusnu.

Aitlun'a,

Thank you for continuing to model the clothing that I got for you. It's been a special treat to see you flaunt your assets in the micro skirt and the red devil corset set. It gave me a lot to think about later on as I thought about that cute little tail bouncing around your ass. Didn't know I could still have wet dreams until I saw you dance in that ivy vine though...I dreamed that I tied you up with it and ate you as you cursed me in your native tongue. Just some food for thought.

I saw these at the store and immediately had to see you in them. I'll be back tomorrow. As always, I am watching, admiring and waiting for your reply.

Eros

Nyota folded the letter back up into a neat square and tucked it into the front pocket along with the other letters from the only male that had managed to gain her attention. She never wrote him back but she never refused his requests to wear garments or charms that he gave her to perform in. Instead of frightening her, the thought of her secret admirer turned her on. She had letters professing love and others that were just crude but her Eros was a god that she made into her number one fan.

She always looked for him, this phantom voyager, but from the crowd that she could see over the blinding glare of the light, none of them looked even remotely intriguing. Maybe he was out further watching from a distance as she wore the lacy robes and stringy underwear he purchased her?

Sighing, Nyota paid her fare and handed the driver the box of sweets as she exited and pretended to walk towards the set of row houses in front of her. The driver waved his thanks and pulled off. Once he turned the corner, she switched directions and did a brisk walk back towards the Academy campus, angling for her apartment.

As she was crossing the quad, she noted the easy clip clip clip of dress shoes on the pavement. Glancing over she saw one of the science division professors walking towards her in an easy stride made simple by his long, lean legs. His rank was displayed on his sleeve and Nyota felt her body go rigid in attention. "Commander, sir."

The tall male turned his head towards her and she gasped softly at his handsome, alien face. A Vulcan! The Vulcan! She had heard that there was one that was up and coming in the ranks within Starfleet but had yet to meet him since their fields only crossed paths with engineering as a common denominator.

He blinked at her slowly, his gaze rolling over her in an odd, studious manner. "Cadet. Be sure to arrive to your barracks safely." And without so much as an good night, he turned his head back to the cement squares ahead and followed them with both his feet and eyes as if she no longer was of note or interest.

Nyota bit her lip not sure to be miffed by his abrupt end to their stilted conversation or pleased that he would wish her well on her way home. "You too," she whispered to herself and went to her dormitory ready for a hot meal and shower before retiring to bed, and thinking of her Eros.