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October - Spock Prime

The Vulcan Embassy had chosen part of the artifacts in their private collection and sent them on a tour of the world. They attracted a lot of attention. And he had found that presenting himself at whatever museum they were housed in was an excellent way to obtain...company...someone pleasant to spend his evening with. So here he was, about to make another 'entrance'. He straightened up, tugged at the hem of his jacket, and then clasped his hands behind him and sauntered in. He strolled down the center of the long gallery at a sedate pace, pausing now and then to glance at a particular piece - usually one with an attractive young lady in front of it. His sensitive ears picked up the gasps and whispers that followed him. A slight smirk spread itself over his face. He would have a good choice to pick from tonight.

He reached the end of the gallery and paused before turning to pace back. This time he stopped more frequently, displaying himself to those that had whispered before. Behind his back were sighs and occasionally, a moan. Very good. By the time he had reached his starting point, he had made his choice. He turned once more and walked directly to the young woman he had chosen. He stopped in front of her, bending his head slightly towards her. "I find myself in need of a dinner companion this evening. Might I prevail upon you to fill this vacancy?"

She gasped and stared at him. "Me?"

"I believe you are the one to whom I am speaking."

"I...I...Oh, my, yes. I would love to have dinner with you. What time?"

"I believe now is as good as any." He offered her a crooked elbow and she tentatively slid her hand around his arm, feeling the heat rising through his clothing. He escorted her from the gallery to the amazement of the other young women present, who immediately set to whispering again. Should he decide to return to this museum, there would be an eager line forming. The smirk settled in again. This was almost too easy.

He led his prize from the museum and into his waiting flitter. In just a few minutes they were rising into the sky. "Where did you say we were going to dinner?"

"I do not believe that I did say. You will enjoy it though." There was not a lot of talking until they reached their destination. She was suitably impressed with the hotel. Not five minutes after reaching his suite, the catered meal was delivered and set up. He lit the candles and assisted her with her chair, settling down opposite her. The wine he poured was expensive and smooth - and very alcoholic. By the time she had finished her meal she was mellow.

The soft music played in the background and he invited her to dance. She molded her body against him and seemed not to notice at all when he carefully lowered the zipper on her dress. His warm hand lay on the smooth skin of her back, rubbing softly, making her moan. He bent his head and nuzzled against her neck, sending goosebumps rippling down her body. He swirled her about, changing the direction they were moving in. When her calves bumped against the end of the bed, she exclaimed. It took only a brief motion of his hands to slip her dress off her shoulders to pool at her feet.

And then he used his mouth and hands to caress her body until she was writhing and crying out. He laid her back onto the bed and lowered himself beside her, continuing his assault on her senses, touching, tasting, driving her wild. And then he was stripping off his own clothing, quickly, bringing her pliant body against his, and she was pulling, tugging, suddenly urgent in her desires. It was quick work to remove her underwear, to pull one peaked nipple into his mouth. She arched against him, crooning. His hands slid down her body, caressing. One long finger slipped between her nether lips, finding the expected wetness. He stroked and caressed, mouth still busy, while she moaned louder, her hands on his body now, exciting, arousing.

And now she was pulling, tugging, urging, demanding. And he quickly fulfilled her needs, sliding into her slick center and quickly setting a relentless pace. She wailed beneath him, spreading herself wider, bending her knees and rolling her hips up to meet him. He felt it now, building, and he increased his pace, thrusting harder, deeper, until it crashed about him, filling him with ecstasy. She convulsed about him, increasing his pleasure, and he groaned aloud at the intensity of it.

He lay there some time, holding her, until she fell asleep. And then he rose and dressed and departed, paying the bill at the desk as he left. He was refreshed, relaxed, appeased. And in a few days, the exhibit would be in a new city, with fresh game. Life was good.