Star Sex: The XXX Generation - Lessons in Lying
Commander William T. Riker strode purposefully down the corridor of Deck 21 toward Wesley Crusher’s quarters. Pressing the door chime, he received a “Just a minute!” from the other side of the door. Pressing his ear to the door, Riker heard the sounds of rustling clothing and a low murmur of voices. The voices were too low to be understood clearly; however, a distinct “Shit!” was heard. A slight smile came to his countenance.
The door opened and there stood Wesley Crusher in his Starfleet uniform, a slight flush on his cheeks. Beyond him, seated at a table, was Ensign Steven Billings apparently poring over engineering schematics.
“Commander Riker! I’m so sorry I’m late for my shift! I’ll head up there now!”
“Hold on, Ensign,” Riker said, placing his hand on the youth’s chest. “What were you and Ensign Billings doing just now?” At the sound of his name, Billings looked up and seemed to notice Riker for the first time. Very smooth, thought Riker.
“We—we were going over bluepants…prints… for the warp nacelles. Commander LaForge is going to give us a testes..I—I mean a test tomorrow after shirt…er, shift.”
“You understand that as second-in-command of the Enterprise I have the authority to enter any space for ‘safety checks,’” said Riker, enjoying the youth’s obvious discomfort.
“Yes, sir,” replied Wesley, looking crestfallen. He stepped aside and Riker strode purposefully in to the room. Steven got up from the table and moved to join Wesley.