After a bit of persuasion.

Striding purposefully out into the corridor, you pay no attention to the low female moans of pleasure as the elevator door hiss closed behind you. Your cock however is driven to distraction, and is ramrod straight, and hard as a rock. Male and female crewmen dressed in red, gold and blue pass you in the hall, reading instruments, or deep in discussion with one another, and paying very little attention to you. That’s as you want it, and already visions of exactly what sex acts Yeoman Rand will be submitting to float through your brain.

One image lingers as you arrive at her quarters, the blonde crewman naked, on her knees before you, her face upturned and smiling as your cock erupts a geyser of jizz over her face, splashing over her chin, into her mouth and flying into her elaborate hairdo.

“Yeoman Rand, this is Lieutenant Martin, Chief Scott sent me to get you. Intership communication is failing, and since Yeoman Namura is on an away mission we need your help” You say with a bit of urgency through the intercom.

“I’m off duty” she says, sounding a bit groggy. Must have been asleep you think to yourself.

“Perhaps if I were to come in, and explain the problem to you, we could solve it without you’re having to go to Engineering. How does that sound?”

There was a long pause. “Well, I don’t know, there are plenty of others on board the Enterprise that are fully qualified to deal with problems like the one you’re describing. And I just got off a twelve hour shift”

“I understand that, yeoman. But Scott specifically requested you assist us. However, if you just open up maybe as I said before we can resolve it without you being disturbed for too long.” You were beginning to think she blonde was asking too many questions, and you should go elsewhere when she relented.

“Alright” she said, and the doors to her cabin slid open.