<strong>Security grunt 24:  Mess Hall</strong><br/><br/>It had been a few hours since she was transported off-planet.  Having been pleasantly distracted by food, drink, and very welcoming natives, the young red-shirt had lapsed in her hourly injection.  Her chief found her in a wild, mindless orgy, entwined with several males and females, stuffing her orifices with whatever she could get her hands on.  She had to be bodily taken out and transported, and even then was mewling and writhing in the arms of whoever had the unfortunate duty of evacuating her; she couldn't even remember.  These away teams were more dangerous than she could have imagined; aliens with guns, that was straightforward.  A planet's air making you fuck yourself to death was more insidious.<br/><br/>Even back in med bay, with treatment, she was strapped to a bed so she couldn't masturbate herself into dehydration.  Finally, with some sedation, she was able to rest and let the enzyme or whatever be burned out of her system.  She woke up in her barracks with vague memories, disappointed she had let down her chief of security.  Who knew if she would ever rise above guarding the bathrooms now?<br/><br/>Though she was back in control now, her eyes still burned a little, and she was still a bit aroused for no reason.  Slipping a new uniform on was an overly-erotic experience, the material hugging and stretching over her chest and hips, like being hugged and stroked all over.  For some reason she skipped the black bodysuit she wore underneath for support, and instead chose a lacy bra and panties she kept for an occasion that never came.  Dressed, she realized she was oddly famished; despite the feast on planet, she was apparently busy stuffing other things in her mouth, and worked off a lot of energy, plus the few hours she spent in an induced sleep.  She yawned a bit, adjusted the thong under her uniform, and arrived at the mess hall with practiced ease.<br/><br/>Taking a tray and a sampling of her favorite planetary standards, she looked around the hall:  there were a few groups and single diners, but one woman caught her eye, the new ambassador, Light.  As a part of security, they received updates of new crew members, and were especially aware of important officers to be polite to/stay out of their way.  The headshot she had to memorize didn't do the negotiator justice in her fetching unitard.  24's eyes were crawling across the round curves tightly hugged by the synthetic fabrics, and thought they noticed a large bulge down a leg.  Whatever it was, she took her plate to the table and sat down with a smile.<br/><br/>"Hello, ambassador, welcome to the Kinkiness," she greeted Light politely.  "I'm just a member of the security team, but I noticed you here in the common mess hall and though I would formally welcome you.  If there's anything security can do for you, I'd be glad to assist you."  It was a bit much for a hello, but she felt a but of an instinctual drive to be close to this woman.