Why settle for less than perfect?

You shoot Kelly an irritated look and push her out of your personal space. She blushes scarlet.

"What is it Yeoman?"

"Admiral Hackett has a request for you. It's marked urgent." She arches her back a bit and you notice shes unzipped the top of her uniform again. Did she have a past life as a stripper? You catch a glimpse of a smooth creamy piece of flesh before you tear your eyes away.

"Thank you. I'll see to it right away. Resume your post." You watch her as she goes. Visions of her pole dancing race through your head. Perhaps some late night activity in your quarters later tonight?

But right now you are a man on a mission and that mission is called, bang Miranda Lawson like a big ol' drum. You stop just outside your XO's private quarters. Miranda isn't Kelly. It's going to take some work to draw out her inner slut.

How do you want to handle this?