Uhura Walked into a Bar - Volume 1

by The-Watcher-Observes

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24. The Little, Lost Vulcan

Only after Uhura sat unclothed before the mirrored dresser, towel-drying her hair, did she notice the careful manuscript on the note addressed to her. Wrapping her damp hair in the towel, she removed the hotel note card from the embossed envelope and scanned the elaborate Aldebaran script.

Miss Uhura -

Your presence is requested at a small diplomatic reception in our bar area for a visiting envoy. Attire is formal.

The Management of the Pleasant Respite Resort and Hotel

Uhura sighed, tears welling at this complication. Finding Spock drove her choices, but no acceptable way of declining this invitation came to mind. Unwilling to start a diplomatic incident that might lead to Spock being sanctioned, she resigned herself to attendance. She was, after all, not Jim Kirk.

Nyota Uhura, Federation emissary, prepared for the diplomatic event.

She pulled her sleek, all-purpose "little black dress" and heels from her valise. Makeup, applied expertly, subtly accented her natural beauty. Ridiculous as it had been to do, she'd packed her chemically engineered personal scent - Spock's favorite - that combined a laboratory concentration of her natural musk with essential oil of jasmine. The scent had never failed to bring Spock to her once he got a snootful in those super-sensitive Vulcan olfactory sensors. She considered that such an enticement might backfire in a room full of male strangers but decided the benefits outweighed the risk - she came here to retrieve Spock; if he were within 500 feet of her, the scent would retrieve him.

Without further hesitation Uhura applied the scent liberally and restored the bottle to its place on the dresser top. She slid the clingy black dress up her legs and onto her arms. With a quick twist of the soon-to-be invisible fasteners at her shoulder the dress fell into place, complimenting her curves and her fitness. With consideration again for how to successfully bait her missing mate, Uhura zipped the soft leather ankle-height high-heeled boots on each foot. Long brush strokes through her hair left it luxuriant and gently curled down her back, definitely a Spock attractant. His hands would find her hair and drag his feet to her.