Dorgugg asks a question

As she ate her salad, the commander asked, "So how is your first starship duty coming along, Ensign?"

"Oh, it's okay. Sorting all those samples was hard work, but not anything I'm not used to. Even though much of it was automated, I grew up on a farm, and some tasks still require manual labor. Thanks for making the Lieutenant get me more help, though. Otherwise, I would be sorting those samples into next week." A wave of heat washed across her skin, and Mai wondered again about the Centarian crustaceans. She dropped her eyes and allowed the heat to make her blush, a skill she had learned at Academy to capture the attention of the men she wanted. She could feel her nipples hardening and knew that if he looked, Dorgugg could see them too.

She resumed eating and stole a glance at the department head; he was staring at her chest again. Aha! She had him where she wanted him.

"I've never worked with a Draggo before, and I haven't seen any others here. Are there any other Draggo onboard?" she asked, trying to lead him to admit that he was lonely or something.

"No, we aren't a large population in the Federation, and there are only a thirty or forty of us in Star Fleet. I often miss the companionship of my own kind," he said rather wistfully.

"That must be hard to be separated from your fellow Draggos. You have my sympathies. I don't know what I'd do if no humans were on the ship," she said, forcing a little shudder that jiggled her tits. She was still feeling hot, and now that heat was making her horny. "If there's anything I can do to help you feel less lonely, just ask. Maybe we could have lunch or java regularly and talk." There. She had said it. She had offered to help him. If he took her bait, she knew she could get him to ask her for sex.