Halloween Cosplay / Star Trek’s La’an Noonien-Singh gets cum in ass, pussy & face while on a mission
The conn was buzzing with activity as the Enterprise descended towards the red planet, its mission to infiltrate a rogue Vulcan colony and neutralize their bioweapons cache. Captain Jean-Luc Picard stood at the viewscreen, hands clasped behind his back, as the ship’s helm brought them into position.
Suddenly, the turbolift doors whisked open. Lieutenant Commander Data stepped out, followed by two sexy Starfleet security officers in tight, form-fitting uniforms. One had chestnut hair pulled back in a ponytail, the other a cascade of fiery red curls.
Picard arched an eye ridge. “Lieutenant’s Cox and Singh, you’re due for repairs in the shuttlebay, not… here.”
Serenity Cox smirked. “Apologies, sir. It’s just, given the… sensitive nature of our mission, we thought it wise to discuss a few matters of security first.”
“I fail to see-”
La’an Noonien-Singh sauntered up and leaned over the PADD. Her authoritative, no-nonsense demeanor gave way to a sly grin. She turned to Picard, voice a dusky purr. “The, uh, mission briefing will only take a few minutes. And I volunteer Commander Riker.”
Will Riker’s eyes narrowed at the sultry tone, but he kept his poker face. “Something to add, amb-…Lieutenant?”
She licked her lips. “Just keen to ensure we’re…rol model-..I mean mission ready. To play our parts to the hilt.”
Picard shot her a withering look, then sighed. “Aye…carry on. But make it quick.”
“Thank you sir!” The two women evaporated into the turbolift.
In the shuttle bay, the beach balls were out. Singh pulled off her uniform, revealing a white croppy scout top and black leather miniskirt, hiking boots. Cox kicked free her shoes and stripped to a neon red crop top and equally short camo cargo shorts, knee-high tactical boots.
“Now, I call this one…” Singh pulled a lever. Lights dimmed. Fragrant smoke billowed. “…Strip Search.”
Cox giggled and ran fingers through her curls. “Been soooo looking forward to confirming all your security checkpoints, La’an…”
Singh waggled a wand. “Let’s start with weapons, shall we?” She turned it on a blushing Cox. A few hot prods later, Singh purred with mock approval. “I see it…you’ve hidden many, many weapons in there.”
“Guilty,” Cox said. She presented her ample chest. Singh circled it slowly with the scanner, enjoying the view.
“It’s hard to miss with these things,” Singh remarked dryly, eyeing the enticing mounds. “Juicy targets.”
Cox smirked, then dropped voice to a husky tone. “Get on with it then.”
“Mmm.” Singh pressed the wand between Cox’s breasts, up the flat plane of her midriff. “All clear down to your…” The wand buzzed at her crotch. Singh eyed her up. “Houston, we’ve got a…)
Cox quirked a brow. “Best check it out close up then.”
“With pleasure…”
