NO BOYS ALLOWED: GIRL TALK, TRUTH OR DARE & THE PANTY RAID [Part 1]
by ALM_Voyager
· (c) May 6, 2000 "No you most certainly can not come with me," B'Elanna stated, her hands on her hips.
"Why not?" Tom Paris asked.
"No boys allowed," she grinned.
"You've got to be kidding me," Tom rolled his eyes.
"Actually," B'Elanna waved to Vorik and headed towards the doors since her shift was over, "No, I'm not."
* * *
Kathryn Janeway was looking around her quarters trying to decide if she should change anything before they arrived. She didn't want to be the Captain at this affair -- she wanted to be one of the girls. Her thoughts were interrupted as the door chimed. "Damnit," she said softly before turning and stating, "Enter."
Chakotay appeared at the door, his face taking in her quarters. No doubt he had heard. "Captain," he was so cool and calm. "I wanted to drop off these crew reports before it got too late." Sly bastard.
"Just put them on my desk, in the ready room," Kathryn was trying to usher him in *another* direction -- she had to get rid of him.
"So what are your plans for tonight," he asked, trying to bite back the grin that wanted to wash over his face.
"Chakotay," Kathryn strode up to him, "who sent you? Tom? Harry? Well face it -- you're not getting any information out of me -- so -- get out."
"Kathryn, you don't really mean that," he feigned being hurt.
"Yes, Chakotay," she pushed at his body, trying to move him towards the door, "yes I do." He weighed more than a Borg cube.
"No you don't," he stated outside in the corridor, leaning towards her.
Kathryn smiled. "Yes, I do," she replied and shut the door on him.
* * *
"Ensign Prillwitz," Seven of Nine came around the corner and walked with the other woman.
"Seven," the woman smiled. "Are you on your way to the Captain's quarters?"
"I must first run a diagnostic in astrometrics and then I will proceed to the specified location," she stated.
"'Specified location,'? Seven," Caffey tried to hide a chuckle, "you really do need a girls night in, don't you."
"I am supposing that is not intended as a question, Ensign," Seven gave a sideways glance.
"That's about right. Anyhow, see you there!" Ensign Prillwitz shrugged and entered the turbolift. "For better or for worse," she winked before the doors of the lift shut.
* * *
Ensign Decastra raced about her quarters flinging one article of clothing after the next about the room. Irish Music thumped in the background and she was sure that her next door neighbor was going to bang on the wall any moment.
"Red," she questioned, holding up the sexy pajamas, "or black." She rolled her eyes and threw them up in the air, "Replicator - replicator - replicator." It had to be just perfect . . . after all, it was the Captain she'd be . . . spending the night with.
B'Elanna Torres was slightly nervous -- it had taken five wrong turns and three turbolifts to finally lose Tom Paris who had been trying to follow her every step of the way. She waited for Kathryn Janeway to answer the door, shifting slightly from foot to foot.
"B'Elanna," Kathryn acknowledged and made a sweeping gesture, "come on in! The others should be here shortly."
B'Elanna looked around at the sparsely decorated quarters -- they reeked of 'Captain.' "Wow, this is so much bigger than my room," she stated awkwardly.
"I suppose it is," Kathryn grinned and reached behind her head to tug on the band that held her own hair in a fashionable pony tail.
B'Elanna gawked at the informality but regained her composure.
"Don't you want to get into something more comfortable?" Kathryn asked. She had begun shrugging off her Starfleet Uniform and was about to take off more when she noticed the other woman's stance become a little rigid. No doubt B'Elanna had yet to relax. Kathryn smiled and folded her top. "You can use my bedroom and bathroom to change," she put her arm around her chief engineer and led her into the adjoining room. "Call if you need anything."
B'Elanna looked around at the bedroom that held articles that were definitely *Kathryn and not the Captain. 'Stupid stupid stupid,' she chastised her nerves for making her seem so idiotic in front of Captain Janeway. She just wasn't used to thinking of her as 'one of the girls.' But then again, that was the point of this whole get-together . . . wasn't it?
B'Elanna set her bag down softly onto the expansive bed and peaked back over her shoulder to make sure that Kathryn was still a good distance away. She looked at the dresser top which held a wide variety of articles . . . hair clips of different shapes and sizes, a silver-plated brush, perfumes and, surprisingly enough, a small glass dish of jewelry.
Taking one of the bottles of perfume, B'Elanna took off the lid and smelled it -- light and airy -- it smelled like rain and honey -- something she, herself, would never dare wear. shockingly enough the scent seemed too fragile for someone as 'aggressive' as Captain Janeway. Then again, she never recalled having picked up the scent before. "Must be for special occasions," she stated softly and setting the antique bottle down, went back to her bag. It was pajama time -- god help her.
* * *
Ensign Caffey Prillwitz arrived at Kathryn Janeway's quarters by being dragged along behind an anxious Ensign Raven Decastra. They were both already in their pajamas and had been playfully whistled at by Ensign Robert Dober and Lieutenant Dan Frankly from Engineering on the way there.
"Come on, come on! Stop dragging your feet! The woman of my dreams is waiting behind that door," Raven squealed.
Caffey rolled her eyes, "When is she not?"
"I heard that. Please, oh please, may she be wearing Aphrodite pink!"
Seven of nine held up the article of clothing that the Doctor had just replicated for her. She eyed it warily -- not sure if this were another example of 'a sense of humor' the crew so heavily relied on.
"I assure you," the Doctor stated softly, "everyone will be wearing them at the slumber party."
"I am unfamiliar with such a garment," Seven wadded the cotton cloth up in her fist and turned to look at the Doctor. "I am unsure of how to approach this social gathering. Ensign Prillwitz stated that I needed a girls night in."
"Indeed," the Doctor smiled and led Seven to the door, "think of our lessons on small talk and apply it to things that . . . well . . . girls talk about."
"What do girls talk about?" Seven asked.
"I don't know," the Doctor smiled. "You'll have to tell me when you're done!"
* * *
"That," Kathryn stated above the music at the chime, "would be Seven!" She raced forward.
Seven of Nine was greeted with the Captain's anxious face. In the background Ensign Decastra, Lieutenant Torres and Ensign Prillwitz were eating some form of food and talking non-stop. "The music level is above acceptable paramet--" the Borg woman started to state but was yanked inside the quarters.
Kathryn looked at her, "Sorry -- but Tom, Harry and Chakotay have been trying to crash this party all day long."
"Crash? Do they intend to destroy Voyager?" Seven asked.
Kathryn sighed and nodded to the ball of clothing in the other woman's hands, "Get in your pajamas Seven and eat some popcorn. That's an order."
* * *
"Doctor to Chakotay," the hushed voice said as the holographic finger touched the combadge that was in the shape of a Starfleet insignia.
"Chakotay here," came the reply.
The Commander sat at a table with Tom, Harry, Lieutenant Brad Dawson and Ensign Jason McHale in the messhall.
"Mission accomplished," came a satisfied voice.
"How did you manage that?" Chakotay was truly amazed.
"It all worked out through Seven not knowing what Girl talk was. I told her that I did not know either and that she would have to explain it to me later," the Doctor's voice was practically saturated with egotism.
Tom shook his head and Chakotay let his head drop from annoyance, "Doctor?"
"Yes?"
"How is that going to help us *tonight*?"
"Oh . . ." the Doctor paused . . . "Well, I don't know . . . uh . . hmm . ."
"Chakotay out," the Native American ended the transmission. "Any other ideas?" he looked around the table at each of the men.
Kathryn sat down on the floor and looked around at the women who were talking and, well, the one Borg who was observing. She smiled to herself, taking it all in, and reminiscing on her days at the academy when her friends Judy Denkler and Pam Freter used to come over for late night cram sessions and pig out hours. She rubbed her hand against her pajama clad arm, enjoy the feel of the soft, white cotton against it. Usually she wore her pink, silk nightgown, but tonight she had replicated something new -- something 'girlie' for the occasion. She had been pleased to see the others wearing something along similar lines -- well except for Raven -- but that was typical as she was a wild child. Kathryn chuckled at the thought of the love-struck Ensign.
"What's so funny," B'Elanna smirked.
"Just thinking to myself," Kathryn smiled and laid down on her stomach, on the floor. Taking a handful of popcorn she listened to the latest gossip.
"Yeah well it's not the first time the Delaney sisters have been a part of a threesome," Raven snickered.
Kathryn started to choke on her popcorn but held up a hand when Caffey turned a worried look in her direction. "Sorry -- still --"
"Adjusting?" Seven surprised her by making the remark that had been on her mind. "I am currently doing so as well, Captain."
"Seven?"
"Yes, Captain?"
"For the last time-- call me *Kathryn*."
"Yes, Captain."
B'Elanna snickered and Kathryn playfully banged her head against the carpeted floor.
"Oh hell," B'Elanna picked up after a moment, "that's nothing compared to some of the quarks Tom has."
"Tom has quarks?" Caffey asked. "Wait, what am I saying, of course he has quarks."
"Last night he asked me if I would wear a Princess Leigha costume for him -- you know from that 20th century movie he had us all watch last month?"
Caffey and Kathryn broke into uncontrollable laughter and Decastra slapped her thigh, "Damn that's a good one."
"Needless to say he didn't get any that night," she finished.
"Ensign Harry Kim has been looking to copulate with me," Seven stated and the group turned and stared at her for a moment.
"Have I offended--" Seven started to ask.
"No!" they all exclaimed at once.
"We just thought Harry had finally gotten a grip on his hormones when he was around you, Seven," the Captain stated the situation bluntly surprising the other women. "What?" she looked at each of them, "You don't think I notice the 'little' things? It is my ship!"
"Well then," B'Elanna drawled, "tell us what you've noticed about Commander Chakotay."
Raven pouted and Caffey patted her shoulder tenderly.
"Ha!" Kathryn exclaimed, "He seems to have gone through his alien-of-the-month mode. Though," she looked thoughtful, "I'll never understand what he saw in species 8472."
That was all it took -- Caffey let loose one giggle, than another, until she landed on the floor in uncontrollable waves -- "Ohhhhh the subtext!"
"Admit it," Raven stated, "you want his--"
B'Elanna clamped her hand over the other woman's mouth, "She already knows what she wants, Raven. No need to state the obvious."
"Obvious? I am not obvious," Kathryn folded her arms and rested her chin on them.
"Captain," Seven stated, "On numerous occasions I have witnessed your reaction to Commander Chakotay as being similar to that of Ensign Harry Kim while he is in my own company.
Kathryn pushed her body up and sat back on her knees, "Seven, I order you to take that statement back!"
"I will not comply."
"Ladies . . . ladies . ." Caffey had regained her composure. "This can all be solved by one simple game of *Truth or Dare.*
* * *
"I've got it!" Tom exclaimed . . . . "No wait . . . that won't work."
Chakotay had looked up from over the kitchen counter when Tom had made his momental exclamation but went back to rummaging through the pantry when it proved to be a failure. "Where the hell does Neelix keep the coffee?"
"Locked up -- you know --" he whispered, "the Captain."
Chakotay chuckled and settled for a Delta Quadrant Drink of the month. Taking the juice back to the table he sat down.
"Some boys club we are," Harry mumbled.
"They've been in there for three hours, talking about lord knows what," Ensign Brad McHale stated.
"Probably talking about us," Lieutenant Brad Dawson added.
"And we have as-of-yet failed to get one plan formulated!?" McHale continued.
"All I want is a picture of Seven in her pajamas," Harry mumbled.
"Pajamas?" Tom stated incredulously, "There are Five Gorgeous Starfleet women in there and all you're worried about are the outer garments?!"
"Well what should he be worried about," Chakotay looked at Tom.
Tom snapped his fingers, "Their Undergarments."
* * *
"Truth . . . or Dare, B'Elanna," Caffey asked.
"Truth," she stated and was greeted by whines. "What?! Do you think I'm crazy enough to take a dare from this bunch?"
"Okay, okay," Caffey quieted the circle of women, "Where was the most riske place you . . . pleasured yourself . . . onboard Voyager?"
B'Elanna swallowed and winced.
"Don't let my presence stop you, Lieutenant," Kathryn smirked and sat back waiting.
"Maybe I should've gone for the dare . ."
"Well?!" Raven prodded.
"Oh alright -- it was in between shifts . . . by the warp . . .core." B'Elanna admitted. "What?!" the group had broken off into giggles again, and Kathryn's eyebrows had practically hit the ceiling, "it was that damn element of risk!"
Seven stared at B'Elanna.
"Now I know why we've had so many microfractures," Kathryn drawled.
"You're turn B'Elanna. Pick your victim," Caffey stated.
"Well, Let's see," she looked at Raven who was, of course, staring at Captain Janeway with wide, puppy-dog eyes, "I choose Ensign Decastra."
"Woohoo!" she exclaimed, always loving a risk.
"Need I even ask -- truth or dare."
"DARE!" Raven exclaimed, jumping up and practically breaking into an Irish Jig. Kathryn laughed and pulled the woman back down, and giving her a loving hug.
"Hmm," B'Elanna paused letting the moment sink in -- she had everyone captivated. "How are we going to do this one? Captain? Would you be up to helping on this dare?"
Kathryn gave a suspicious glance, "What do you mean?"
B'Elanna motioned her in close and whispered in her ear leaving a desperate Raven waiting for her fate. Kathryn gasped and then started to laugh.
"As long as it doesn't leave this room, Lieutenant," she stated.
"Aye, Captain. I'm sure it won't," she smiled.
"Raven . . ."
"Damn, it's about time!" Raven was dying.
"I dare you to kiss the Captain," she smiled.
In that second, Raven had died and gone to heaven. Turning to her Captain she didn't hesitate a second but landed one lovely kiss on the Captain's lips. The women squealed and laughed as the two finally broke the kiss.
Seven stared at the two women, "Interesting."
Kathryn was breathless, blushing, and laughing as well. They had played similar games during her school years -- all in good nature. "Well -- you ought to share that with Ensign McHale sometime."
Decastra had a dreamy look to her face, "Yeah," she sighed glad she had been able to share it with at least one of the two people she had lusted after for the past five years. "Okay," she regained her senses, "My turn!"
Kathryn fell over backwards, laughing and staring at the ceiling. Silently her mind humorously stated, 'Weird is part of the job!'
"Caffey . . . you are the next victim!" Raven taunted.
"Oh god help me."
"Truth or Dare?"
"Need I even state my answer."
"Okay..." Raven stated, knowing Caffey wanted to do the Truth -- which, Raven thought, could be worse than a Dare any day. "Truth . . . here we go . . . . What is your favorite love toy and who used it on you last?"
"I refuse to answer that," she laughed.
"Nooooo!" Kathryn yelled. "Ensign Prillwitz . . . you don't have a choice in the matter." Kathryn had leaned over to the coffee table and picked up four pips, shaking them in her hand for added emphasis.
"Damn your rank," Caffey glared. "Okay, shoot. Well let's see -- it was with Michael Thompson in New Orleans -- during Mardi Gras. And it was -- well you know --" she cleared her throat, "anyhow -- he was wow yeah" she was remembering, a blush spreading to her face and she smiled as the other women giggled. "Anyhow, it still might come in handy for Lieutenant Brad Dawson!"
"You are having sexual relations with Lieutenant Dawson?" Seven finally spoke up. All of the women knew of Dawson. He was on the security team, had green eyes and jet black hair -- not to mention a body that screamed to be put on a pin-up poster.
"Not yet," Caffey grinned. "Okay, Kathryn Janeway -- get ready to meet your maker!"
Kathryn winced. Her time had finally come.
* * *
"The Captain has put a security lock on her quarters -- if someone would just enter or leave then we could get the sequence and have no problem sneaking in" Tom looked at the information on the console. Their group had moved from the messhall to the bridge. Chakotay had dismissed the night shift so that no one would know what they were up to. It was one of the Cudos of upper command.
Ensign McHale and Lieutenant Dawson sat in the big chairs, taking pictures of one another. They were going to need the proof that they were 'Captains' for the night -- or else no one of the lower ranks would believe them.
Harry looked glumly over his console wondering, for the countless time what type of pajamas Seven would be wearing.
"Harry," Chakotay looked at the young Ensign, "stop dreaming and wait for the real thing."
"Why do women have to be so damn complicated--" Harry muttered at the Commander.
Chakotay shook his head, "If I knew that I would have Kathryn Janeway by now, now wouldn't I?"
"Kathryn to Chakotay," the husky voice filled the room, right after his statement, causing Chakotay and the others to jump. Chakotay glanced around at each of the men, as confused as they were at the recent development.
"Aye, Captain?" he asked.
"Meet me in the messhall in five minutes. And Chakotay?" she stated.
"Yes, Captain?" he asked.
"Come alone," she stated.
"Keep a lock on me," he stated. Looking at Paris he nodded, "She has to exit her quarters, when she does, get that code."
"Will do," Tom nodded. "And Chakotay? Good luck."
Chakotay swallowed and with a final glance at his comrades, headed for the turbolift.
* * *
Chakotay entered the messhall and looked around. Illumination was practically non-existent. Perhaps he should've brought a phaser . . . . or better yet, a cup of coffee. He heard something in the galley and moved forward. Peaking around the corner he got a good view of Kathryn bending over and looking in the refrigeration part of the pantry.
"You wanted to see me, Captain?" he stated bluntly refusing to be intimidated.
Kathryn turned around, a cherry between her lips. She smiled, and took the little piece of fruit out of her mouth, "Yes, Commander."
"Midnight snack?" Chakotay asked not realizing he had taken the bait.
"It's amazing what my tongue can do to this piece of fruit," she looked at the little red fruit . . . being 'innocently' held up between her fingertips.
Chakotay stopped breathing. "And . . . what would that be?" he couldn't resist asking.
"Oh you wouldn't be interested," Kathryn shook her head.
"Sure I would," he affirmed.
"No . . . no I don't think you would," she stated and sighed.
"Yes, Kathryn, I would . . ." he wanted to rip out his hair. Her tongue could do what . . *WHAT* to that cherry?!?!?
"Hmm," she thought for a moment, enjoying her show of power, "of course you'd have to help me."
"I'll help in any way I can," his voice rasped.
Kathryn placed the fruit between her lips and moved towards Chakotay. Wrapping her arms around his neck she let her lips meet his and felt the fruit push against his lips. The juice leaked from the red orb and dripped down over their lips and chins as the kissing grew more passionate.
Chakotay had found heaven in a cherry. He leaned forward, trying to stop Kathryn's lips which had begun to escape him.
"That was good, wasn't it Commander?" Kathryn asked.
Chakotay opened his eyes, "Yes it was," he started forward to take her lips for his own again.
"You know what is good with cherries?" Kathryn asked and took her finger to his chin to wipe up a stream of cherry juice.
"As long as its with you -- I'm sure it's damn good," Chakotay rasped.
"You're sure?" she asked.
"As long as I experience it with you," he looked at her with passion in his eyes.
"Okay, Commander," she suddenly darned a sly grin.
Chakotay took one look at Kathryn's grin and knew trouble was on its way. No sooner had that thought entered his mind than a spray of whipped cream hit him in the face. He stood there absolutely paralyzed with shock.
"Well," Kathryn sprayed some into her mouth and tried not to laugh, "At least you experienced it with me. I sprayed-- you got sprayed."
Chakotay nodded his head with utter disbelief. Wiping at his eyes he was able to catch Kathryn rounding the corner and going out of sight.
Chakotay hit his combadge with whipped cream covered fingers, "Paris. Tell me you got those codes."
"Of course," the Pilot stated. "What happened to you?"
"I was whipped," he stated.
"Whipped?" Tom's voice carried levels and Chakotay winced, 'in more dubious ways than you're guessing.'
* * *
Kathryn entered with whipped cream can in hand as a trophy! She was greeted with applauding hands and cat calls.
"We cut the monitor visual transmission right as you walked off," Seven stated. "The Commander did not know he was being observed.
B'Elanna was breathless, "I can't believe you kissed him!!!!!"
Decastra had practically passed out, "Now why didn't I think of using a Cherry?!"
"Where did you learn that?" Caffey asked gawking.
"The Academy -- of course," Kathryn winked. "Well that will give Chakotay something to report back to Harry, Tom and the other two."
"No doubt they will retaliate," Seven stated and everyone grew quiet. They hadn't thought of that possibility.
Kathryn looked thoughtful and frowned. But, after a second, she chuckled, "They wouldn't dare."
* * *
Vengeance was waiting just around the corner in Kathryn Janeway's quarters. The five men had decided to camp out three doors, and a corner, down from their intended designation.
"Now," Tom stated quietly, "according to the database -- the idea is to wait until they're asleep -- sneak in and steal their --" he swallowed as he tried to say the word, "panties."
Lieutenant Dawson and Ensign McHale broke off into great deal of sniggering and Harry Kim sighed deeply.
Tom glanced in Harry's direction and then addressed Chakotay, "Remind me to replicate Harry here a Victoria's Secret Catalogue when we're done here."
Chakotay nodded. "Computer," the machine beeped its acknowledgment, "notify me when the occupants of the Captain's Quarters have fallen asleep - Command Authorization Chakotay zero three."
"Sleep sequence notification initiated," it stated.
"Well, all we have to do is sit and wait," Chakotay stated. "It shouldn't be too much longer."
Harry looked at the watch he had replicated, "It's already 0234 in the morning . . . how much longer could they be up anyways?"
"Anyone up for a game of cards?" Tom looked hopeful.
"Commander, you have a bit of whipped cream on your nose."
"Oh, thanks."
* * *
Chakotay woke to not only the sound of the computer's notification but also his own snoring. He looked around at the bunch of bed-weary men who had fallen asleep as well. Some spies they were -- sure they could fight off the Borg, they could beat species 8472, they could jump here and there in the time stream and bring half their crew back from the dead but could they steal the panties of their fellow female crewmembers? No. Not yet at least.
"Paris," he nudged the other man in the elbow.
"Not now, B'Elanna," the man mumbled in his sleep and Chakotay slapped him on the head. "I'm not your lover, helm-boy."
"Ow."
"Wake the others, they've gone to bed. It's now or never."
* * *
Chakotay winced as the door slid open and looking in, he saw five figures sleeping on the floor. B'Elanna and Seven were head-to-head (as usual), Caffey had snuggled up with what Chakotay could've sworn was a doll that resembled him, and he nearly laughed out loud as he saw Kathryn sleeping soundly, unaware that Ensign Decastra had attached herself to Kathryn's own legs in a vice-like grip.
Motioning the waiting men in, he put his finger to his lips signaling them to keep quiet.
"Where?" Tom mouthed.
Chakotay nodded to the bags that were strewn on the floor while he headed for another destination. Kathryn's bedroom.
Opening the drawer of her chest, as quietly as he could, he picked up an article and felt himself grin in satisfaction . . . black lace . . . red g-string . . . blue satin . . . pinkdeargodalmighty . . .
He kept rummaging wondering why he had never guessed . . . ! Settling for the black lace panties he shoved them in his pocket and made his way out. Pausing, and then turning, he went back in. He had almost forgotten. Taking the whipped cream can from the back of his waistline, he sprayed a message on the chest and topped it with a cherry.
* * *
Kathryn Janeway rolled over and yawned. She stopped short realizing that if she moved too much she would wake Ensign Decastra. Smiling she sat up and smoothed back the young woman's hair lovingly. She looked over and was greeted with a smile from B'Elanna but frowned as Caffey's searching through her duffle bag became extremely frantic.
"Ensign?" Kathryn questioned.
"Where??? I thought I---?" She looked around and then noticed that other bags weren't where they were supposed to be . . . "Oh my god . . . we've been crashed."
Seven sat up, "Voyager?"
"No! We'd all be dead silly! We've been panty-raided!" B'Elanna had caught on and had searched her own bag.
"The Doctor did not replicate me--" Seven stated but was cut off as Raven sat up with a squeal. "But Who?"
"I can guess who," B'Elanna roared.
"How can we prove it?!"
Kathryn Janeway jumped up and raced into her bedroom as if the devil himself were on her heals. "THAT DAMN-- I'M GOING TO-- CAN'T BELIEVE-- BEAM INTO SPACE-- ASSIMILATED--"
The others caught the partial phrases that their Captain was yelling out from the bedroom. In the next second they all rushed into her bedroom to see what had caused further fury.
There, on her chest, in whipped cream, was written "I dare you to put me on report for this!" the exclamation mark dotted with one single red cherry.
"So," B'Elanna folded her arms and looked around, "Where do you think they put them?"
* * *
Neelix looked at his galley and winced. "Attack of the midnight snackers again . . .!?" He couldn't believe that the Captain could allow this to happen to *his* galley of all places. Opening up the refrigerator he started to put away a half used bottle of whipped cream but paused, bent over. "Oh my . . ."
Standing up, his eyes wide saucers, he paused for a minute. Bending back down, he reached in and withdrew several . . . rather . . . personal . . . articles of clothing . . . . from his freezing space. With them came an envelope and inside the envelope a letter. Clearing his throat, and looking around, he opened the stationary . . .
To Whom It May Concern:
"Oh my," Neelix swallowed again and hit his combadge. "Neelix to the Captain."
Kathryn was sitting on the bridge, her legs crossed, her arms gripping the command chair and a sneer on her face. Add to that the fact that she simply wouldn't look at the Commander and it was going to be a long Alpha Shift.
"Uh, Captain," Neelix's voice was shaky and he was stumbling over the words of an ill-founded fate.
"Go ahead Mr. Neelix," she stated sourly and try to ignore the fact that Tom had turned around and was smiling at Chakotay, a twinkle in his eyes.
"Uh, Well, I was wondering . . . did you want to come and . . well,"
"Well what?" Kathryn prodded . . . she was in no mood.
"Well, did you want your underwear or not?"
Kathryn paused. The whole bridge paused. Even the sensors stopped.
She cleared her throat, but no words came.
"I uh," Neelix continued, "also have Ensign Prillwitz's . . . Ensign Decastra's . . . Lieutenant . ."
"I'll be right down," she stated and closed her eyes in misery.
"Neelix out," he stated.
Kathryn didn't know who was more greatful the conversation ended -- Neelix or herself. Standing up, she straightened her back and headed for the turbolift.
* * *
Kathryn met up with the three other women whose underwear had been stolen. (Lucky Seven didn't have to worry).
"Those bastards," B'Elanna stated. "Tom slept in Harry's bed last night."
Kathryn pulled them aside, "This is far from over," she stated in the tone she had addressed the Vidiians in and had confronted the Borg Queen with. "When they next gather their little boys club," she practically let her anger slip off her tongue, "we'll steel them blind -- jock straps and all."
"I get to go first," Raven volunteered.
"First things first," Kathryn nodded, and pushed back her shoulders, "We have to go get our panties." Stalking off, the three women in tow, plans, by the Starfleet women, had already been set to crash the Boys Club.
* * *
I hope you enjoyed "NO BOYS ALLOWED" -- this was inspired by a story created by my friend Caffey. You can find her story, "THE BET" at the following JC Website: THE BET @ Caffey's Oasis!
I had such a great reaction to this one by JetC13, JetC22, JanewayChakotay list & Stvstories that I am currently at work on a sequel! Stay tuned because Ensign Caffey Prillwitz and Ensign Raven Deacastra are working on their own stories as well. We hope to make "the Adventures of Kathryn Janeway, B'Elanna Torres, 7 of 9, Caffey Prillwitz, Raven Deacastra and Ensign McKenzie" an ongoing series! Voyage On!
· Disclaimer: Voyager belongs to Paramount Pictures. No infringement intended.
· Dedicated to Raven & Caffey ~ my late-night JC Chat buddies and fellow pondies! :oP
Please Return These Garments To The Following Crew Members:
*Captain Kathryn Janeway (the black lace)
*Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres (the satin green)
*Ensign Caffey Prillwitz (the floral cotton)
and
*Ensign Raven Decastra (the purple uh small one)
With fond regards . . . .
- the Panty Raiders.
