Stamets and a party invite

“Wh-who is it?” Tilly stammered, unconsciously crossing her arms again, even with the door closed.

“It’s Stamets,” a familiar voice carried through the door. “We’re throwing a bit of a celebration, in honour of you actually.”

“I- I can’t exactly come,” Tilly said.

“Oh, no, we know,” Stamets said, “We figured, well… I came to collect you. Don’t worry, asked anyone who didn’t want to attend to keep out of a certain few corridors.”

Tilly hesitated. She fidgeted, cheeks warm even with a door between her and him.

“I, uh…” Tilly said, voice trailing off.

“You deserve something” Stamets said. “You just helped the Federation, you should get more than being locked in your room. Don’t worry, no one will look.”

“You-” Tilly began.

“Gay, remember?” Stamets said. “Can trust me to keep my back to you.”

Tilly faltered. She pressed her legs together, standing awkwardly. She supported her tits with one arm, her other on the wall, more for something to do than anything.

It… would be nice to get out for once, without having to hurry through a crowded hallway. Though she wasn’t sure there was much they could do to make this anything except embarrassing.

Then again, maybe she could trust them. Or at least see. Worst case turn and run away through empty corridors.

“I- I’ll try,” Tilly said. “C-can you turn around?”

“Right, got it,” Stamets said.

A moment later she reached for the door control, hand shaking. She hastily drew her arm back in, crossing it with her other over her boobs, slapping against her skin in her desperation to cover.

She found herself facing the back of Stamets’ head. Nervously she stuck her head out, looking from side to side to make sure no one else was around.

“Ready to go?” Stamets said.

“S-sure,” Tilly said, voice shaking.

There was something uniquely humiliating about not just being naked, but being naked next to someone wearing something like the uniform she should be in.

She stumbled unevenly, arms clutching herself as she kept her arms crossed, jiggling all the more with her stumbling step. She couldn’t help but yelp when she heard distant, muffled voices.

Tilly hesitated, still looking around nervously; she was so used to this hallway being full of people, it was impossible to be at ease in it. Flame-red hair whipped around somewhat as she looked.

Stamets kept going; hesitant, Tilly followed, faltering outside the door. She made sure her arms were folded, palms still over her boobs, before swallowing and leaning forwards. She could at least stick her head around the door.

Not everyone was there, but it was most of the main crew. All of the bridge team, higher-ups in other departments, plenty she’d worked with… And they were blindfolded, she noticed.

Stamets picked up a strip of black fabric from the table by the door, tying it around his head before he looked back.

“She’s here!” he announced. People turned to the sound of his voice.

Tilly squeaked.

Ok, they couldn’t see her. She supposed that was… something, even if it didn’t do much to allay the nerves of being a nude woman in a room full of uniforms. She flushed, uncomfortably lowering one arm. The other stayed on the underside of her tits; support was just more comfortable.

“Uh…. Hi?” Tilly said, voice hi.

“There she is! Woman of the hour,” Pike said. “Being willing to sacrifice for the greater good is one of the principles Starfleet is founded upon, but it is an ideal and not everyone can be expected to live up to it. Someone that can is great, someone that falters is ordinary. You, Ensign Sylvia Tilly, are extraordinary.”

“Oh, uh…”

Tilly squirmed slightly on the spot. It was bizarre, it felt off to cover herself when no one could see, just wasting her arms by holding them uncomfortably, but there was nothing to stop her brain panicking at the fact she was significantly underdressed.

She’d heard of captains throwing celebrator dinners before, and Pike did tend to be personable, but she’d never expected to be the centre of attention in one because she’d ended up…

Well, like this, mincing words would only go so far. Every private inch of her was exposed to the air, parts of her that mere colleagues and even friends should just never see.

“My brother says the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few,” Michael contributed. “Even then, what is logical is not always easy. We wanted to do something to thank you; we assumed you would prefer it if we could not see. There are subtler ways with modern technology but we presumed you would be comforted by something for obvious.”

Michael tapped at her blindfold. Tilly nodded slowly, still blushing, only to realise no one could see her.

“Uh- yes! Yes,” Tilly said.

She was still rather lost for words. It was hard to focus like this.

“Uh, thanks,” Tilly said. “Ooh! Beer.”

She stumbled forwards, hastily grabbing a glass and gulping it down. That would help. A little.

She heard a chuckle; Tilly quickly span around, paranoid that someone had been peeking at her ass. But… no, it didn’t seem like…

Unless someone was being really quick, or really subtle. No. Tilly swallowed. No, stop thinking about everyone seeing her naked, something had to go right, surely?