A/N: Thank you as always to my fuzzy butted plot bunny Dimplz which is so like minded (but a wayyyyyy better writer especially technically, go bother her for fics yo ;p now she's going to kill me but she loves me newayz). Hugs to Nyotarules, Tessie39 ( who got me back writing) and Jaleesa J! To you rest of you mwah and read/review, you know the drill!

She was back at the club the next night. As Kirk figured, she ended up having to rest overnight at the clinic to make sure there wasn't a threat of dry drowning.

No worse for wear now, she walked through the club with all eyes on her.

Tonight she wanted to be fancy for her first meeting with Eros, the first client ever to gain her favor in a VIP private dance. Her hair was styled in big, bouncy curls with a gem encrusted headband pulling them back away from her freshly pointed ears and eyebrows. Her makeup was high glam with dark smoky eyes, ruby red lips and lightly blushing cheeks in green, of course. Her garment was probably the most simple it had ever been with a black thong, garter belt and sheer black Cuban stockings. She forwent wearing a top since she knew Kirk or rather Eros enjoyed her bare breasts.

Climbing nimbly up the small set of stairs, Ailtun'a entered the roped off partition of the bar area where she found her client sitting idly on a barstool watching her arrival. Neither said a word as she hooked her leg over the pole nearest to him and bent backwards in a great show of flexibility. Upside down she looked up at his smiling face as she twisted her torso and arms to the beat of bass. Bending all the way down to the floor, she planted her hands and lifted her legs one and the other up onto the bar. Using her ankles to hold herself up, she leaned forward and up with her hands brushing over his legs, watching him curiously as she went and grabbed ahold of the pole.

"You're amazing," he sighed into his tumbler, tilting the glass with a quick flick of his wrist and washing half of it down. "But you know that though, don't you?"

She gave him a lazy half-lidded blink as she swung around the pole, smiling to herself as he shifted his hips in his seat. He was hard already and she had just started, she mused. Maybe she could get him to nut in his pants?

She twirled and dropped, swinging her hips and backside to the rhythm as he mildly nodded along. The way that he watched her made her feel like the only person in the room, the one person that mattered to him like some coveted possession.

As she turned, she caught sight of his eyes shining like the gems from which he stole the color from as the black rimmed irises were reduced to mere rings of blue. "I always imagined this, you dancing for me, but I didn't factor in how awesome it was going to be," he drawled, staring at her navel as she snaked her waist from left to right.

"Oh really, human?" Aitlun'a asked flatly.

Kirk made a lopsided smile at her flippant in-character attitude and nodded with a matter of fact expression plastered across his face. "Yes, Vulcan, I didn't. You're way more beautiful up close and twice as snobby."

Aitlun'a ticked her brows up but her face remained blank as she sniffed at his comment. "Snobby? I believe you mean to say genteel."

Kirk laughed into his drink and shook his head no. "Oh no, baby. I meant what I said as I always do. I have half a mind to take you over my knee and spank that so-called genteel ass of yours but then I wouldn't have the pleasure of watching you dance."

Aitlun'a delicately lifted a well-defined brow at him with a tiny trace of a smile. "No, you would not...human."

He made light of her belittling statement by pulling out a cigarette and taking great care to light it before taking a long drag on it. "Human? I am a god among men," he jeered.

She held the pole and bent back with her butt angled up at him as she wiggled the hefty cheeks at him. "A god? God of what? All I am certain of is you are an arrogant man named Eros who would love nothing more to kiss what I am shaking at him."

Her breath caught as she felt his wet, plush lips do just that as he planted a big, loud kiss on her bouncing left cheek followed by a quick tap with his hands. "Well, you had that part right and it was totally worth it."

She turned her head with a pout to glower at his gloating expression with his mouth spouting smoke from the side of his mouth. "Don't even act like you didn't enjoy that, Vulcaness. Everyone enjoys having their ass kissed whether physically or figuratively."

"Concepts with which I am surprised you know about," she quipped dryly as he rolled with laughter.

"Man, I don't know what I love more…your bitchy, superior-than thou attitude, that amazing backside or that angelic face of yours."

"You are allowed to adore all of my qualities and traits equally."

Kirk grinned and took another sip of his drink. "That would be easier for me since you have so many to choose from."

"Guilty as charged."

"That doesn't sound like a very Vulcan thing to say."

"Nor does your statement sound like a godly one."

He took another puff, his heavy brow casting a shadow over his eyes making them look stormy. "You don't know what I'm the god of."

"Debauchery?" she teased.

"No, but pretty close."

"Then what, Eros?"

Nyota was well versed in world mythology from Greco Roman to Kenyan's Akamba Bantu peoples origin stories, but she was curious as to what Kirk would say in return. She hated to admit how much fun it was to play with him like this.

"If you were mine, I'd show you exactly what and you'd have no doubt of my power."

"Oh, what is your power, oh mighty one?" she sighed in mock boredom, done with dancing with her body and picking up the steps with her tongue. She sauntered over towards him from the pole with her lips parted and her eyes half-closed, running her hands across her breasts and down her stomach. "This one is curious to know."

He reached out a hand and fondled a strand of her hair, listening as her breathing sped up and her slight intake of breath.

"Like what you see, pretty dancer?"

"I knew my admirers to be like you."

He scoffed tucking her hair back behind her pointed ears, lamenting that they weren't in fact really true to their form but loving them because of who they were attached to. "Like me? Virile? Handsome? Insatiable?"

It was her turn to scoff and give him a knowing sneer. "Modest? The first two are a gentle yes, but the last...no male is insatiable."

Jim narrowed his eyes and traced the line of her arched brow, savoring the feel of her curious appearance. She was haughty just like during her performances as well as campus and he was greatly enjoying their catty banter. "Would you care to test that hypothesis?"

She huffed through her nose, jerking away from his touch with her hand on her hip as if she weren't practically nude. "Please. You could not handle this."

"No, Aitlun'a. I think you would find that it is you that could not handle me," he said darkly looking from her eyes to his groin and back again to her indignant face.

"Why did you call on me?" she asked impatiently. What a splendid little sprite she was...just like he always imagined her to be, even if she turned out to be human. And a cadet.

"I saw your tattoo and wanted to ask that you do the same for me," he said before emptying his tumbler and picking back up his cigarette.

"Attend you? How do you wish for this one to attend you, Kirk…?" she asked stepping in between the gap of his legs and rolling her hips up against his groin. He exhaled with an airy hiss and took a drag off his hand rolled cig, but looked off towards side as if he was bored. Wanting to garner more reaction than she was getting from him, she twisted around and bounced her barely covered rear back onto his lap. He nearly choked when she threw her bottom back at him, working on his body as if he were her pole.

"Aitlun'a...be careful...don't play with me," he growled, with smoke puffing out of his mouth on every word.

"I'm just attending to you...that's what you wanted right, Kirk? You like it, Jimmy? Say you like it, Jim..." she teased, not at all threatened by his posturing and bluster. Alpha male or not, Nyota had seen Kirk walking the halls of the Academy and his wild jockiness was the last thing that was going to get her worked up. She wanted to tease him to see where her limits were with this secretly nerdy creature. He probably was a minute man with all the women he ran through. He couldn't satisfy them so they ran off looking for better dick for less trouble.

Arching her back and wiggling into his lap she felt the grip of his hands come around her arms like steel bands. "I need a different type of attention, Nyota. I believe that you can help me with that. My urges, if you are willing."

He watched her silently as she thought over his offer, probably weighing if his proposal would be worth her while. At that moment he knew he had her and tonight she would shred any scrap of doubt she had in her mind as far as value. He could fuck her into next week and she was wondering if he could probably make her come. All she needed to say was how much and how often and he would serve it up on a platter. There was no way he would leave her disappointed – frightened maybe – but hardly unsated. "What if I say no?" she tested.

Jim released her and resumed smoking, nodding when the bartender came by to refill his glass. "You say no and that's that. We both miss out but no harm no foul. No one's forcing you, nor would I ever. That's not me. If I want it, I can find someone elsewhere but I want you. Would you care for a drink?"

She looked back at his handsome face and nodded and he ordered her an Old Fashioned. When she shot him a questioning look, he merely shrugged and replied, "You're a woman but not a prissy pants. You can handle a little whiskey I'm sure. Unless you really prefer something else like a cosmo."

She nodded at the bartender to continue with making her drink and shook her head at the blond command cadet. "No I...thank you. I'm just thinking about what my attendance would entail exactly?"

He grabbed his drink with the hand holding the cigarette and balanced the two as he took a sip and a drag one right after the other with practiced ease. "What is it that you think?"

"Me, dressed as Aitlun'a and us fucking."

He smiled softly and exhaled the smoke through his nose. "Well, then you would be correct in your assumption."

Nyota reached over to retrieve her drink and Kirk caught her around the waist and pulled her into his lap. His body was overly warm but felt nice in the coolness of the club. "Does it bother you? The thought of sleeping with me, what some would consider a manwhore?"

She sipped her drink and swallowed hard as his callused hand creeped across her midriff. He circled a finger around her navel before continuing up to trace the pad of his thumb underneath her breasts. She fought it off but still felt herself tremor at his tender touch. It was like he was studying her, taking note of what place made her do which thing. "No. It doesn't bother me. I guess I'm just curious to know why me?"

He took another sip and looked out to the crowd. A number of patrons were watching the pair of them with rapt attention with equal parts fascination, lust and envy as Kirk's hand continued to crawl across her body. "I never wanted anyone like I wanted you. How you made me want Aitlun'a. I could say that it was because I thought you were Vulcan but that wouldn't be entirely true."

Kirk took a quick puff from the cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray on the small bar beside them. "You brought Aitlun'a to life and I recognize the need you have to express your sensuality with her character because I feel the same urge inside of me. I know in some ways you despise me, but I'm sure in others, you feel that same nagging itch that you would be willing for me to scratch. You need only say the word and I'll make it worth your time. I'm no angel, but I'm not claiming to be either."

Nyota looked down at her amber colored drink and watched the round ball of ice rotate inside the tumbler. He was offering a no strings attached fuckfest with satisfaction guaranteed. Sure, all men bragged they could, but if she knew anything about the blond bad boy it was that he was a man of his word and he didn't believe in losing. If he didn't accomplish something, it was because he felt it was either not worth his effort or he found something better waiting in the wings for his personal touch.

Not once had he given up on courting her and she'd have to be blind not to see that he treated his girlfriends (when he had one) better than most people treat their best friends. It was almost like he was giving her a test run; she got to ride the car before she decided whether or not she wanted to purchase it. Sighing with a level glance at his unnerving blue stare, she nodded. "Yes. Let's have fun."

He tapped her glass and pulled his thumb across her plump lips with a small smile on his lips. "Drink up."

She brought the glass to her lips and drank along with him, feeling his chest move as he downed the sweet smelling liquor in a few, silent gulps.

He stood up and she stumbled out of his lap as he grabbed his jacket and hoodie. "Would you escort me out, Aitlun'a?"

Nyota nodded, though his standing up suddenly put her off slightly. He put on his outerwear and tidied himself though he reeked of liquor and smoke. Raising two fingers towards her with his right hand he signaled for Nyota to attend him as a Vulcan would. She did so, carefully folding her fingers to mirror his and placed them gently across his. She supposed as an escort of Vulcan origins she would have probably been requested to perform the ozh'esta while walking him to the door. However, as it was neither was Vulcan and it was all for show. Nyota supposed she should thank Kirk for keeping her as much in character as possible but she was busy ignoring the jealous glares shooting in their direction as the tall golden boy paraded her across the club floor and towards the dimly lit back.

The flickering red incandescent light gave the long winding hallway a sinister look as a perplexing feeling of unease grew with each step she took down the vacant corridor.

Kirk was rubbing her arm now, his feathery movement amplifying that needy pull to get closer to his body. When he lightly brushed his fingers around the small of her back, she was surprised at the bawdy moan that escaped her lips.

He looked down at her and then back over his shoulder before hoisting her up against the wall and pinning her there with his body. She opened her mouth and before she could speak she found his warm, liquor coated tongue rubbing against hers and his mouth demanding for her compliance as he kissed her with a proficiency that made her weak in the knees and her pussy clench for more stimulation.

She hummed into his mouth, feeling his rough hands sliding up her legs, teasing at the garters holding up her stockings before cupping her bottom and rubbing her up along his erection pushing against his jeans. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt his fingers maneuver around her G-string and into her wet, slick heat, stroking and rubbing her sex until she whimpered pathetically with need. What was she doing?! They were in the middle of the hallway and she was letting him finger fuck her up against the wall where anyone could walk up and find them.

Breaking the kiss and with another look over his shoulder, Kirk unfastened his pants and pulled them down before lining his cock up against her green tinged pussy. She wanted to watch, to see how his dick looked but he caught her mouth once more and surged inside her with a head banging thrust. She cried out into his mouth but he answered back with kissing her harder, working himself deeper and picking up a steady pace. With his hands hooked around the back of her knees and his torso holding her in place, Jim took Nyota there in the hallway, dressed as her Vulcan alter ego as she begged him for more.

"Ahh! Yes!" she moaned breaking free of his needy mouth and relishing the feel of his hot, steely length burrowing inside her as he snapped his hips against her pelvis. "Oh my God! Yes!"

His head fell forward onto her shoulder and he ran his tongue across the tendon at her neck, nibbling and biting as he dug his fingers deeper into her backside. "I warned you and you didn't listen...thinking that I wouldn't take you here in this club but knowing that as soon as you said yes that I would. I could hear it in your voice...how much you wanted it," he whispered against her soft, sweaty skin. "Say it, Aitlun'a. Say what you want from me."

He crushed her body against his and traded places with Nyota as he leaned his back against the wall, holding her hips as he pulled them down onto his hot, branding member. "Say it!"

"Du aitlun nash veh! Du guv-tvi-rivak nash veh! (I want you! I want you to fuck me!)" she keened, her head falling back as she rode the push and pull of his cock and held on with a tight grip of his shoulders. His dick felt oppressive and amazing all at once, too hot, too thick, and too long as he fucked her with a deftness that was borderline genius. How in the hell was he so effin' good?!

"Don't worry baby, I'll fuck you," he promised in a voice that was both thrilling and frightening. "I'll have you screaming in a minute, so don't try and fight it because it won't work."

Nyota was aflame with need as he worked her over in a way that embarrassed her from how much her body refused to listen to reason. Though he told her not to, Nyota tried adamantly to keep quiet so not to bring attention to their tryst but she found her mouth unable to stop the needy pleas that escaped from her lips as he ground her clit against his pelvis and his thumb.

"That's right, Vulcan, give yourself to me…and take it."

She whimpered and bit her lip to keep the noise down but she was failing miserably. The ball of tension centered at her sex was almost mind numbing in its tightness. Damn she was about to come and here was Kirk looking like he was starting a morning stroll without one drop of sweat on him. Was he an incubus or what?

He pulled out and pushed her towards the opposite wall. "You do yoga right?" he asked in a breathy grunt.

She nodded and he put her right hand onto the wall and pulled her left arm back behind her. He then lifted her right leg and plunged back inside her. His balls slapped up against her swollen sex, jarring what little control she had left out of her mouth in the sound of his name. Her body tremored violently and she sobbed out a moan. "Oh my God, oh my God, Oh!"

He chuckled and pulled her right arm back as well and went to work pounding out a rhythm against her ass that had her body singing. "No, I'm your Jim."

He pulled her up flush against his chest and bent his face towards her ear as she struggled to stay standing on her stupidly high stilettos after her climax left her with unsteady balance. "You know I can tell you've never been fucked like this and I don't mean in a hallway, I mean the way that I'm giving you this dick right now and had you calling out for divine intervention."

She jerked her head away in a defeated posture and pouted. She didn't even know she was competing with him until he had her seeing stars in a mere 3 or 4 minutes. She couldn't even do that and it was her pussy!

He released her arms and cupped her chin with one hand and her sex with the other. "Oh don't be mad, Aitlun'a. It's unbecoming for a Vulcaness such as yourself. Besides, I liked it much better when I had you looking like this…"

Kirk tilted her face up and seized her with a bruising kiss as his fingers fiddled with her clit with an almost anatomical mastery of where it felt best. Before she knew it, she was clamping around his dick once more and whining against his lips as he rung out another earth shattering implosion that left her chest heaving with effort to breathe. He broke the kiss and released her chin, letting his hand run over the satiny brown skin of her back as she fell forward at the waist with only his arms to brace her.

Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up to see his brilliant blue ones staring enraptured by her mournful looking face as she panted for air. His virile pride practically rolled off of him in waves as he watched her wobble towards the wall to hold herself upright and catch her breath. At no point did he show any signs of strain or hiss in effort not to come. The man was a sex demon.

Even as she was gasping he was still steady pumping inside her, claiming her hands in his as he pinned them up high over her head and molded his chest into her back. He bit the lobe of her ear and licked up to the point of the pinna, with a tenderness that rekindled her arousal. "Keep your hands up and don't you dare move them. I have a little trick to show you."

She swallowed with a nod and felt his body slide down her back and against her legs, huffing in disappointment as his cock left with him. Using strength she didn't know, he had positioned her legs until only her face, chest and arms were up against the wall with her back arching sharply to hold her ass up high and her feet hip width apart.

For a few moments there was nothing but him down between her knees, idolizing her figure and admiring her legs. Then, she felt his tongue run flat across her clit and into her pussy, twisting and curling like smoke.

She made a gagging sound and choked on the air as his tongue made an elaborate play at making her scream louder than his dick had. "Ni olaya! Rom sanoi! (So good! More please!)"

He withdrew his mouth and replaced his tongue with his fingers, chuckling at her pleas. "I never knew you had such good manners, Nyota. I should come over to eat more often. You have really good cake."

She wanted to snap back at him with her own witty comeback but her mouth could only gape open and closed like a fish out of water as he worked his fingers rapidly in and out of her and began slapping her clit with the palm of his other hand. She jerked and teared up as a she came with a gush of water, gasping as she felt it squirt and trickle onto the floor. "Oh my God! Did I just pee?!"

He laughed earnestly and smacked her bottom, making her already weak knees wobble until she stood knock kneed. "No, Princess. You just came. You did a female jack, though not every girl can do it. You were already worked up and I had a feeling that my trick would work on you."

She sighed heavily leaned her head against the wall. "Fuck. You still haven't come yet."

Kirk wrapped his arms around her brawny thighs and bit her ass with a playfully growl. "And I won't be. Even though we don't have to worry about STDs like they did in the 21st century, we still have to worry about pregnancy and I, my dear, do not have a condom."

She wiggled his mouth off her bottom and received a smack in reply as she turned around to face him. "Wait, you were never planning on coming?"

He stood up and planted a wet kiss on her stomach right above her G-string. "No...though it would be nice, but I won't be. At least not right now."

She hobbled her legs towards the wall and braced her weight into it. There was a puddle of her watery cum on the floor along with glitter and makeup smudges painting the wall where he took her against it, but no one blessedly in sight. Maybe she could explain it away with saying she got tipsier than she thought and peed herself as she stumbled along the wall trying to make it to the bathroom?

Kirk was putting himself back in his pants and for the second time she missed seeing that legendary dick head to head.

Other than the bulge in his pants and the pretty red blush across his face, Kirk looked as innocent as any guy walking the floor of this place, if not moreso with his boyish looks. She couldn't believe that they had fucked and even more that, he was unbelievably adept at it. Nyota guessed that's what happened when natural talent was paired with years of practice. It was like listening to Mozart play a piece of music by ear and then morph it into a symphonic work of art – only more lewd and less acceptable to society.

Glancing down the hallway one last time, Kirk walked over to stand right in front of her. He didn't touch her with anything but his eyes and his sweet breath which was heavy with her sex's scent and the brandy he had consumed earlier.

She stood there panting, silently watching him focus on her with those blazing rings of sapphire, drawing her into the dark, deep abyss of his pupils.

He lurched forward and barred Nyota with a hand braced on the wall on either side of her head. "I'd touch you but I'm afraid I'd take you again."

His voice was light like he was joking but his face was all too sincere. When he leaned forward and barely brushed his nose against hers, she leaned in for a kiss which he gladly took. Wrapping her arms around his neck and tipping forward on her heels, Nyota kissed Kirk with an energy that she hoped was equal to what he fucked her with.

He seemed pleased by her passion. He held back as he enjoyed letting her lead with nibbling bites to his lip and long swipes of her tongue dancing alongside his.

Kissing Jim Kirk was a known taboo but it somehow just felt right, she reasoned. Here was a spirited man with an equal intelligence and sex drive to rival her own but was it worth it to be with someone who was seen as one step above a prostitute himself? Not that she currently had room to talk.

His hands were reaching back towards her midriff and circling up towards her tight multi colored nipples when a loud voice boomed over them and broke them free of the lusty fog. "Hey! No hands on my dancers!"

Kirk shot her a wink while breaking the kiss and waved over to the scowling Ki'lall. "My apologies. Though you can barely blame a man for trying, right?"

Kirk pulled out a cigarette and balanced it in between his upper and lower lips before taking a lighter to it and pulling a long drag. "You might think that this is it or that it's a fluke, but I can assure you that it's not."

When she flicked her gaze from her manager back to Kirk he continued. "Look. I'm not going to get you in trouble here, but one thing is for certain; we should see each other in a place more fitting for our activities."

She smirked with a nod liking where this was going. "A private dance session?"

"Or lesson if you care to learn some new moves?"

"Hmm…sounds like fun. Bye, Jim."

He took her hand and flipped it over to kiss her wrist. He watched her inhale suddenly at the touch and smiled. "Call me Eros."

And with that, he departed the hallway and out the exit leaving her in a cloud of smoke and the stench of good sex.