Kirk's Bridge, Kirk's Rules

‟Step a little closer, Sweetie,” Kirk ordered casually, ‟let me look you over.”

He didn't limit himself to looking. Kirk put a warm hand on her inner thigh and slowly ran his hand up her leg. He didn't stop a the hem of the short dress, which barely covered her cunt anyway. He kept his hand in place, his thumb slowly moving back and forth over her thin panties, exciting her clit.

Kim moaned softly as she felt herself getting hotter and wetter.

‟I think you'll like the Enterprise,” the captain promised. ‟I try to maintain good relations with all the crew... Especially female ensigns. Why don't I show you around the ship. I have some etchings in my cabin you might find interesting.”

Kim did not want to fit the cabin of this creep, but found herself murmuring, ‟Oh, Captain, it sounds wonderful.”

‟Spock, you have the bridge,” Kirk called the first officer.