T'Pol
Scientific Log, Subcommander T'Pol, October 2nd, 2152 human time, encryption code 4-9-1-5-1-7-7-5-5-8-7-9-3-Theta
In an attempt to validate hypothesis H-9a, I have devised comparative experiment E-2
Purpose of the Experiment:
Evaluation of biological reaction of a human male in correlation to the relative attraction to a female.
Participants:
-Phlox, Civilian, Chief medical officer, medical data acquisition
-T'Pol, Subcommander, Science officer, visual exhibit A, classification: highly attractive to study participant (ref. Experiment E-1)
-Sato, Ensign, Communications officer, visual exhibit B, classification: attractive to study participant (ref. Experiment E-1)
-Tucker, Commander, Chief Engineer, study participant
Execution:
To evaluate the biological reaction of the study participant to the relative attractiveness of a female, select biological parameters will be monitored while producing a visual likeness of a female subject. The monitored parameters are: heart rate, blood pressure, neurological activity in brain regions pertaining sexual stimulus, blood flow in corpora cavernosa.
Commander Tucker has consented to conduct the experiment in an unclothed state to facilitate easier monitoring of vital data. In order to avoid interference with the data by the impact of being exposed to the view of the subjects he shall portrait, he will conduct his work behind a privacy screen while the image of the subject is directly transferred to a screen in front of him.
-=/\=-
Judging by the mild protestations of Commander Tucker I had heard from behind the privacy screen when Doctor Phlox attached the various sensors, I surmised that he was not entirely comfortable with the situation, most likely because at least one sensor had to be attached to a most intimate region. What I had noticed quite early into my research was the fact that human males were extremely discomforted by experiencing penile erection in all but the most private setting, despite the fact that it was an involuntary reaction of their bodies to visual or tactile stimuli.
At this moment, Ensign Sato was kneeling in a typical pose considered 'erotic' by humans. Three cameras were directed at her from different angles, which would allow Commander Tucker to select different perspective views on the ensign's body to facilitate a satisfactory artistic result.
Convincing the ship's communications officer had been surprisingly easy. Apparently, like all female participants in the first experiment, she was sufficiently confident in her appearance to present herself for visual appraisal in a state of nudity. Obviously she was also sufficiently comfortable in Commander Tucker's presence.
In fact, I had noticed a certain familiarity between my two fellow officers and I wondered if there was perhaps a history between the two humans. It would not be too much of a surprise. It was known that Commander Tucker was not averse to engaging in casual intimate relations and ensign Sato was an exceedingly attractive female. In the combined scores of the first experiment, her combined score had been only marginally lower than mine.
The ship's chief engineer had assured me that he would need no longer than one hour to produce a drawing and therefore the young linguist had expressed confidence in her ability to hold a steady pose for that period of time. Of course I would not face any difficulties with that. Due to our need for meditation, Vulcans were trained to hold a pose for long periods of times without moving.
I could hear the soft impact sounds whenever he touched the digital canvas with the electronic pen. The Commander had expressed a desire to use genuine paper and a pencil, however, the quartermaster had been unable to provide the necessary materials. While that was met by disappointment on behalf of Commander Tucker, it allowed me to observe the process from outside the privacy screen.
My monitor showed the vital data on the right side and the development of the drawing on the left. Apparently the Commander was using a fairly interesting method, which started with a series of basic shapes – circles, ellipses and lines, which at best represented ensign Sato's approximate proportions and step-by-step he started to refine the details until, after nineteen point four minutes, he had produced a surprisingly detailed and accurate outline of the ensign's body, however it was completely hollow and I could see that he employed the same refining method for the various details of her appearance, like the young ensign's face, for instance.
I observed the vital data and noticed a distinct increase in heart rate, when the Commander started adding the outline of Ensign Sato's bust. Despite the fact that the bust of the ship's communications officer and mine differed substantially in size, he seemed equally fascinated with it. It was my working theory that Commander Tucker favored elasticity of tissue and firmness over size. I would have preferred to discuss the issue with him, but since he was still very uncomfortable with discussing intimate details, especially if they involved me, I decided to table this conversation until a later, more suitable time.
The increased blood flow to the chief engineer's corpora cavernosa suggested the onset of a penile erection, however, according to Doctor Phlox's preprogrammed reference data, it could at best have been partial and had subsided after two point one minutes, even though the commander was still working on minute details of the subject's mammary features.
-=/\=-
Approaching an estimated time of forty-eight point seven minutes, the Commander had practically finished the portrait with the notable exception that he had completely avoided any details of the ensign's pubic region. And he appeared reluctant to do so as the pen movements retained their accuracy, but were much more tentative and slow.
I noticed the indication of a beginning erection, which took substantially longer to subside, but the other vital data suggested general discomfort, at least this was the highest ranked automated diagnosis of the computer system, interpreting the brain's neurological activity. Earlier diagnostic runs, while he was painting the bust, had been interpreted by the heuristic algorithm as general comfort and moderate arousal.
The final authority to interpret the scans would lie with Doctor Phlox, of course, but I wondered why drawing ensign Sato's private parts caused apparent discomfort, rather than arousal. Perhaps the doctor could give me a psychologically sound explanation of this confusing fact. He certainly knew more about the human mind than I did.
Trip
Someone's pretty curious, I thought to myself when I saw T'Pol's almost desperate attempts to keep the monitor display in sight while not breaking the pose. I concentrated hard on working out the delicate details of her perfect boobs, even zooming in to get the subtle nuances right, like the tiny shadows cast by her nipples due to the lighting.
It was the weirdest thing sitting here butt naked with a sensor tacked to my manhood, and even worse was knowing that she could not only tell that I was getting hard, but also how painfully hard I was. But then this was not only down to the fact that I was currently drawing the most perfect body I had ever seen, some of my arousal definitely came from the fact that it hadn't escaped my notice that her nipples were standing out much more pronounced than earlier. She was getting turned on by modeling for me and that definitely fed back to my own excitement.
But for the moment I forced himself to concentrate on my drawing. Hoshi's picture had worked out quite well, so well in fact that she'd planted a kiss on me and asked to get a copy of it. When she had left I had a pretty good idea which tactical officer would soon find a pleasant surprise in his in-box.
I should have felt bad, being hard as a cannon made from Krupp steel, but at least I didn't feel guilty over it, like I had when drawing Hoshi. It was not like I didn't know every inch of Hoshi's body. We had had enough rolls in the hay when she was still a senior at the academy. It was the fact that she could still make me feel hot under my collar, despite the fact that I was falling head-over-heels for the unbelievable woman who was posing for me right that moment. It somehow made me feel guilty and despite the fact that T'Pol and I were in no relationship whatsoever, it still felt like betraying her when I got hard over drawing Hoshi's cute naked pussy.
But that of course meant I had to concentrate even harder on this drawing. I wouldn't have forgiven myself if T'Pol's portrait would not have come out absolutely perfect. So I ignored my raging hard-on and the guilty thoughts about Hoshi, and got on with the job.
T'Pol
"Alright, T'Pol, I'm done," Commander Tucker announced from behind the privacy screen. From observing the monitoring data, I knew of course that he wasn't entirely truthful. The completion of the drawing had in fact been three point six minutes in the past, but according to the data he had waited for the remission of the penile erection, which had persisted for most of the time of working on my likeliness, before announcing the end of the experiment. I felt no need to make this moderate deception a matter of discussion as I could understand his motives and his further cooperation would also depend on the fact that he would not be too inconvenienced by the various experiments. I did of course not mention as much in my official publication, but the fact that I could arouse the commander this much merely by displaying my unclothed physique elicited a number of fairly agreeable but unfamiliar emotions and a substantial arousal in me. At the time I did not yet fully understand the reasons for this phenomenon, although a tentative theory was starting to form in my mind.
"You may now remove the sensors, Commander. Your assistance is greatly appreciated," I instructed, reluctant to leave the makeshift pedestal and therefore make it harder for him to admire my physique.
"It was a pleasure, T'Pol, literally," he replied and I could hear the pronounced undercurrent of amusement in his voice. But I could also sense that this time he had been entirely truthful.
"Are you willing to assist me in a preliminary assessment of the results?"
"Do I get a beer out of it?"
I did of course notice the humorous nature of his question. According to what I had learned about the behavioral pattern of Commander Tucker, he did indeed consent to assist, but used his amused remark to indicate that in future instances of conducting experiments he would not require, but certainly appreciate, a symbolic reward in the form of being served his favorite beverage. Fortuitously I had foreseen this situation and had procured a cooler and an appropriate supply of the refreshment.
"I suspect you have already noticed the cooler next to the bathroom door, Commander. Its content is at your free disposal. "
"Yeah, but self-service without permission is impolite," he replied still amused and stepped out from behind the privacy screen. The Commander was still completely unclothed and removed a bottle from the cooler.
I raised an intrigued eyebrow. I was of course quite familiar with the commander's build. Human males wore nothing but their undergarments in the decontamination chamber, and even then usually only the bottom half of them. But now I was able to observe that one last detail that had been missing so far.
What immediately drew my attention was the esthetically pleasingly defined gluteus maximus of the ship's chief engineer, which was emphasized when he bent down to open the cooler.
"You okay with that?" he asked, indicating along the length of his unclothed body. "It's a bit warm in here."
There was no logic in demanding that he dressed immediately, considering that I was still completely unclothed myself and the ambient temperature was indeed fairly high for a human. It was of course nothing that would need disclosure to outside parties, but I found the opportunity to study the Commander's build some more and in unconcealed detail a not at all unpleasant opportunity.
"I'm not really a scientist, Subcommander, but aren't your experiments so far a bit one-sided? I can only compare it to my own job, but when I install a bi-directional plasma pipe, I have to check that the stream is stable in both directions," he noted. His most perceptive nature reminded me that despite his sometimes questionable conduct, the Commander was an exceedingly intelligent individual, and as I may unofficially admit in this document, an exceedingly attractive one as well.
I wondered if his slightly unruly behavior and his accent were perhaps a carefully crafted misrepresentation of his true nature, in a bid to avoid that Starfleet would promote him to the rank of Captain and subsequently remove him from his post as the ship's chief engineer, a responsibility which he seemed to cherish a great deal.
"A reversal of the first experiment is planned for next week," I explained. "In fact, I was about to ask if you would consent to pose for a reversal of the first experiment."
His face was nearly split by a smile. Most fellow Vulcans would consider such an expression of emotion distasteful, but I had come to appreciate this expression and the Commander's laughter as two of the more endearing facets of his personality.
"Do I get to know if I'm planned as the 'averagely attractive' or the 'highly attractive' exhibit?" he asked me, undoubtedly in an attempt to goad me into revealing my own opinion of his physique, even before the experiment. And to my consternation, he succeeded.
I noticed an unfamiliar heat in my face. It was obvious that the Commander wanted to extort intimate information from me but, to use human vernacular, it was 'only fair' to provide desired details. The humans, who had been part of my experiments had willingly provided even most intimate thoughts and a scientific discourse was only possible if information were not withheld, a fact that many of my fellow Vulcans were still unwilling to accept.
"My evaluation is of course preliminary as I have yet to see the other male subjects for experiment 1-Beta, but based on data gathered in the decontamination chamber, I would be inclined to qualify your appearance as highly attractive. Your musculature is most agreeably, defined, especially the pattern that results from your musculus rectus abdominis and its divisions by intersectiones tendine and the linea alba."
"The what?" he asked, but his laughing was apparently caused by confusion and incredulity rather than amusement.
"If I may request your permission to touch you, I may point out the region I referred to," I replied and he nodded and walked over to me. He came to stand in front of me and I had to employ a few breathing techniques to prevent an outward manifestation of how strongly the sensation of his unclothed body so close to me affected my control.
"This is the musculus rectus abdmoninis," I explained at let my palm glide over his abdomen. I found it hard to keep my breathing to a normal pattern as the sensation of touching him while he was completely unclothed stirred powerful emotions in me, but I forced myself to concentrate on my explanation. With great reluctance I ended the physical touch.
"Means you like six-packs," he explained, obviously amused, and returned to his seat across the room. To my surprise I experienced an unexpected disappointment that he had not insisted on being allowed to touch me in return.
"My of your relative attractiveness was of course not finished yet. My estimation so far only included your physique. For reasons of completeness it needs to be said that your personality plays a major part as well and – most important to a Vulcan female – for reasons I have not yet been able to determine, you are the only human male aboard whose scent does not affect me adversely. Even the female scents can become troublesome with the exception of ensign Sato."
"Maybe you've just gotten used to Hoshi and me," he said and his facial expression made it obvious to me that he was most pleased with my appraisal of his attractiveness. "We've been doing quite a lot of stuff together over the last year. I'd go as far as sayin' we've become friends. Feels like it to me at least."
"It is a theory worth considering," I answered and tried to emulate the specific undertone in my voice that was most successful in inducing amusement in Commander Tucker."