The beauty messing with minds in and out of the pool trailed a mob of rich wolves, of all seven genders, intent on steering her into their suites.
The smile - subtle, alluring, suggestive and dangerous - impeded thought processes. Her cover-up dangled over her shoulder, held on a single finger. Spock's Vulcan hearing picked up every indecent offer made to her.
"How much to rent you for years?"
"I don't care who he is - divorce him and ditch the ring."
"What's your asking price? Seriously..."
"Who owns you now?"
"What model sexbot are you? Nexus 7?"
"My fremstat needs attention and I think it will just fit your..."
"I'm hiring. I don't care what you do now."
"If we're careful, all six of my appendages will fit - and possibly my sibling's too..."
She laughed them off.
Sulu arrived to join Kirk and Spock. No one noticed.
"Can we schedule another photo session - with Uhura in that outfit?" he asked, typing furiously into his PADD.
"I think I see a different calendar in the near future. You ready for that, Spock?" McCoy the Psychic predicted.
"Mr. Spock - I think you should deal with this. NOW." Scotty commanded his superior officer with a finger pointing towards trouble.
Uhura approached the side of the pool, catching Statue Spock's eyes.
Hello, ashayam. Did you like the "Kiss" I sent you? she communicated through their bond.
Uhura had gifted the drink whose container sat ignored at the bottom of the pool. She didn't tell him it was full of theobromine - the main Vulcan intoxicant in chocolate.
The beeping sound she got back from Spock's head told her his brain was rebooting and would be for a while.
Uhura flicked a quick wink at Carol Marcus who struggled, from her position beside Scotty in the pool, to hide a grin.
Walking and simultaneously creating neurological damage among her admirers, Uhura dropped her wrap on a lounge chair, returned poolside in a few graceful steps and crossed her legs at the ankles.
Her dancer's training in evidence, Uhura languorously bent at the waist and tested the pool water's temperature with a single finger dragged in a slow, sensuous arc across its surface.
Over 450 resort guests leaned forward to get a good look at the back of Uhura in that position. Others took in the view from balconies, roof tops and outer space. Resort Security made a small fortune bootlegging the vid to private nets.
As a result of the temperature check, all of the following happened - the reported sequence changed based on the viewer's vantage point:
A major player in the waste management biz clamped his rich, wandering hand firmly on Uhura's rump. This precipitated a number of subsequent actions.
Uhura rose, enraged, shouting "Oh no you DIDN'T!" into the face of her assailant.
The bar-fighting beauty swung a haymaker punch at the VIP.
Spock, now in full Vulcan protector mode (thanks to the grope and the theobromine in the Black Widow's Kiss), roared out of the pool - growling - to protect his mate, landing cat-like on the pool deck after she threw her first - but not her last - punch of the altercation.
McCoy moved to the side opposite the "show" and took hundreds of pics and vids with his brand new waterproof camera.
Although it might mean few or no more credits in Starfleet coffers from the junket, Komack allowed himself to enjoy the scuffle without interfering. Uhura and Spock assaulting civilians could only be good for his plan to court-martial them both back to New Vulcan. Admiral Demented couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this calm without doubling up on his blood pressure meds.
Donal reappeared on the hop at Komack's side, frantic at the threat to his profit-loss statement. As the violence escalated, (human) weasel squeaking punctuated the fight sounds. Donal watched hard-earned credits disappearing in near hysteria; Komack couldn't have cared less.
"Why'reyoustandinghere!? That's our product! You're Starfleet - DO SOMETHING!"
"Are you kidding? Mr. and Mrs. Spock need to take their marriage elsewhere, as in out of Starfleet. And I've been trying to get Kirk reassigned to a garbage scow since Nero.
"Today I'm going to get my wish."
"Areyouanidiot!? We're losing BILLIONS! TRILLIONS! You gotta fix this!"
Dissatisfied with Komack's reaction time, Donal used his super-hero "polecat panic" strength to push Admiral Devious towards the altercation.