Traditional Anime Group Bath Scene

Posted on Sat Jan 6th, 2024 @ 3:28am by Lieutenant JG Jane Sinclair & Lieutenant JG Mia ‘Banshee’ Amaro

4,034 words; about a 20 minute read

Mission: Operation Tokyo Return
Location: Holodeck
Timeline: A few hours after the mutiny planning and “Okay Here’s the Deal”

In a re-creation of a maintenance bay on Proxima Centauri II, Jane Sinclair worked alone.

The vehicle in the middle of the bay was a custom creation. Jane had built it from parts over the course or many months as a pre-teen. An earlier iteration of it won her the 2373 Amateur Centauri Grand Prix and received an invitation to compete in Interstellar-Three, the lowest tier of professional small-scale spacecraft racing. Four years later, she was promoted to Interstellar-Two, and up to -One by the time she turned nineteen.

But she never forgot that first ship. The homemade one that started it all. Every free moment at home was spent tinkering with it, enhancing, upgrading, giving it more and more new features. The first version was a one-seater, but it wasn’t long before this one had a passenger seat behind her and then an observation deck in the cargo space in the back.

One day she would take Alisha out in it. They would have a date in orbit, a picnic on the observation deck, watching the system’s three stars.

But for years, she’d been satisfied with her holodeck re-creation. So after an incredibly stressful 24 hours — in which she had been painstakingly scrutinized in the Captain’s tour, woken abruptly, insulted about shuttle maintenance, and then involved in mutiny planning, she felt like she needed to unwind. She had a few hours before her shift. The holodeck was free. So she installed her garage program and got to work on the fusion manifolds, in her trademark white tank top and pilot-red coveralls tied off at the waist.

“Hey, Chica!” The sound of the Holodeck doors opening was buried under the Hispanic accent of Mia shouting across the large maintenance bay hologram, “Sorry to barge in, eh, but I’ve been having some major problem with one of my engines and figured I should call in an expert on the subject- Whoa, what’s this pretty thing don’ here and why haven’t I been acquainted with her yet?”

"My favourite Banshee!" Jane called out with a smile as she heard her guest come in. "This is the Azure Lightning and she's been my girl for more than twenty years. My longest lasting relationship. Fast, smooth, curves in all the right places, and soft where she needs to be." She gave Mia a wink. "And she doesn't mind when others check out under her hood. Come see."

Mia grinned as she straightened her jacket a bit as if meeting a new potential lover, then sidled up next to Jane, "She's almost as pretty as her driver, I gotta say, but heyyy.. What's this? I thought racers were limited to a Mark 10 engine? This one clearly says it's a 12!" She winked at the Proximan, teasing her was always fun.

"Rule number one is you always show more to beautiful women than to race adjudicators," Jane replied with a grin. "At impulse, I can take her from Earth to Luna before you've finished pouring the wine, and she's at Mars before you're lying down comfortably. Set to autopilot at full afterburner and decreased damping, we're at Titan before I'm even finished with you." She stuck her tongue out teasingly and giggled even more.

It was fun to mess with her fellow pilots like this. She remembered fondly the conversation with Karen while driving -- and crashing -- Karen's racecar. Unlike Karen however, Mia was not one to back down from a good innuendo exchange.

"To a beautiful woman, I show Everything." Mia nudged Jane with a gently elbow and her own laugh, "But if that's a challenge, consider it accepted. Speaking of which, where is your girl? I usually see her around here and there or you're lookin' for her somewhere, but instead you're here by yourself."

“You didn’t hear?” Jane replied. “She’s taken a brief leave because she was offered a film role. I can’t say much, but it’s an offer she had to accept!” She smiled a bit sadly. “I miss her, but it’s important to her so I encouraged her to take the role. So yes, I’m decompressing after a hard day by myself in my holo garage. Glad for the company though.” She tapped the open engine of her ship and closed the access hatch. “What problem were you having? Something I can help you troubleshoot?”

"It can wait until tomorrow." Mia completely changed her tone of voice as soon as it was confirmed that Alisha was away. And decompressing? Not a time to get into the whole 'Lack of power to maneuvering' thing if her day were already over and was in need of stress relief, "But this is decompressing? Sure, you're with one of your other ladies, but it's still work! What you need is a nice massage, or a good soak in a nice hot pool." She said it as if it were the wisdom of the ages.

“I’ve always found getting lost in mundane maintenance work, or letting my brain work through a problem, is a good way to let go of a day’s problems,” Jane explained. Then she sighed. “But you’re not wrong. A soak sounds like perfection, actually.” She started putting her tools away and quickly saved the program. “What did you have in mind?”

"I have this program..." Mia admitted, then seemed to realize how that could sound, given one of hers and Jane's first meetings and impressions that had been given — reinforced by the look Jane was giving her, "Well, yes, I sometimes use it for that, but it's still perfect for this! It's a pool of really hot water that is really good at helping me relax, soothes the muscles both before and after getting some exercise and even has that holographic masseuse if it's asked for. I'd say he's a 6 out of 10 for massages, but a 9 on looks." She winked at Jane, "We could go for as long a soak as you'd like and we can just talk. I did make that promise to you after all, didn't I?"

Jane did not need to be convinced. “Make sure the masseuse has a sister and you’re on,” she joked. “Go ahead and load it up. I’m ready.”

"Norwegian and blonde." Mia's grin widened, "She's probably about an 8, but still pretty nice!" She bounced on her toes over to the console and in a few moments, the scene morphed from the repair bay into what was obvious was a bathhouse with a mid-size pool in the middle, a sauna in the corner and a massage table over at another corner. " There was also a booth in the third corner over to which Mia sauntered over to it and grabbed a towel from the rack next to it and in a move that would have been shocking before, vanished into the booth. About forty seconds later she emerged wrapped in nothing but a towel, the rest of her clothing in a basket that she placed on the rack next to it. "Your turn." She wiggled her eyebrows.

Jane followed suit, grabbing a towel and disappearing a moment behind the curtain. Coveralls, tank top, everything else gone, towel on, she came out and met Mia at the top of the steps into the water. “After you.”

"There's really an art to this, though I don't have it." Mia shrugged as she first tested the water with a toe, then started down the steps into the tub, removing the towel before it could get wet, but as her back was to Jane, she only was given a cheeky view. "I can wait to turn around until you get in, if you'd like?" She finally was submerged to her shoulders, "Won't peek... Too much."

Jane laughed and with confidence in Mia’s word and her own impatience, she just took the towel off, folded it, put it on the pool deck, and walked in. “Ohhh this is nice,” Jane said as she got shoulder deep. “Very, very nice,” she moaned as she let the hot water start its magic. “Oh, Mia, you are brilliant, you are.”

"Thank the Japanese." Mia turned around after the knowledge that Jane was in, then walked over to her slowly, "I discovered this after dating one of them for a week and it worked ever so well. Even if all it is is just sitting on the step by the wall and sitting back to relax. Unless..." She gave a questioning glance to Jane.

Jane raised an eyebrow and then stuck her tongue out. “For now I’ll stick with the water’s heat.” She settled into a spot where there were some jets against her back. She closed her eyes and let herself lean into Mia’s shoulder. “I’m getting an entirely new appreciation for our Captain’s culture. She’d be a lot more popular with the crew right now if a public bathhouse was involved.” She opened her eyes and looked to Mia. “It’s a bit rough right now in the senior staff. I’ll leave it at that, for now.”

"I haven't seen much in the way of happiness since we left Earth." Mia agreed resisting the urge to put an arm around Jane, but it was because she did respect the boundaries that were there. "Even Ensign Romara in Engineering is feeling it. Apparently the new Chief has been hyped up on something and was running around like a chicken with her head cut off. Haven't met her yet, is she cute?"

“As a button,” Jane answered. “We’ve been spending time together actually. Did you know that competitive tank combat is a thing? It’s almost as fun as racing. She got me into it. I don’t know, it’s like having a little sister.” She got more comfortable with her head on Mia’s shoulder. “You can move your arm if you want, it’s fine. I felt you tense and shift. And honestly I wouldn’t mind a hug or to be held, even like this.”

Mia tried to make as if she weren't eager to get an arm around Jane, but it would have been obvious no matter what, "Competitive tank combat?" She squeezed Jane just that much closer, resting her cheek on the top of her head, "That does sound kindof exciting, even if it isn't flying. But how do you get into that sort of thing? Don't you need a lot of space and well.. Tanks. Not even the Marines have much more than some armored vehicles, the solution to armor is better weapons after all."

“It’s all in holographic environments,” Jane explained. “For now at least. It’s a bit of a new sport and they’re ironing the kinks out. But you can connect multiple holodecks together for a pretty big competition space. As for the vehicles, they’re mostly older designs, twentieth and twenty-first century. Ami — Lieutenant Rori — needed to de-stress so she had me join her for a match. My god tanks are fun to shoot. You should’ve seen me, grease on my hands and face, tank top, swinging a giant cannon around, taking out targets. You feel it deep inside when that cannon goes off and your world shakes just right.”

"Got some pics for Alisha, no doubt, too!" Mia half-crowed, "I can only imagine that she'll be jealous when she sees them." The Hispanic mused for a minute, "You wouldn't happen to have space in one of those things for a third, would you? I think you may have just convinced me to give it a try. At least once, that is." She squeezed Jane's shoulder against her lightly, "And if it's just us girls, we'd have more space than the cabrones that used to drive them, no?"

“Great point!” Jane said. “It didn’t feel spacious, but I could still move freely. A number of the designs need three or even four crew, so please join us some time. I’ll speak to her later.”

The chief helmswoman looked over at the massage table. “I think I need that masseuse’s hands on my back — and just my back,” she added for good measure. “For a few minutes at least. Then back here in this water. It’s too comfortable not to come back to it.” She started toward the steps out and didn’t bother with the towel. “Mia, I know we tease and flirt, but honestly I don’t care if you see me without the towel. It’s no different than at the gym shower.” And so without any shame or modesty she strolled toward the massage table, in full view of Mia. She stopped and turned back to face her, reaching her hand out. “You coming?”

Mia stood and exited the pool to take Jane's hand with a smile, "Just happy you feel safe enough with me, knowing me as I am and that I always like the view." She winked at her, "Computer, second table please and we're going to need the twins." Obediently, a second massage table was created by the holodeck and Mia hopped up on one of them as a pair of blonde masseuses came out of the door in the wall, scantily clad their own selves, "Haans? I'll take you, Inga?" She smiled as she tossed her head towards Jane, "Massages only, please."

"Damn girl," Jane said as she finally got the full view of Mia in the altogether. "Speaking of enjoying the view." She nodded appreciatively toward Mia's body as she walked to the massage table nearest the gorgeous Inga. "And yes, massage only. For now," she added with a wink before climbing onto the table and lying face down.

“As I will always say, chica, all you gotta do is say the word.” Mia chuckled as she too lay down on one of the massage tables, the hunk of a man already wiggling his fingers for what would definitely be a good strong back rubbing, “But no matter what, all I do is look, no harm in lookin’, right?”

With the day she'd had so far, and with the prospect that Alisha was not going to be within arm's reach for some unknowable amount of time, the temptation flitted through Jane's head. She instantly felt bad for it, but the body and the heart sometimes wanted or needed different things. Jane's heart needed the companionship of the woman she loved. But right now her body needed some kind of relief, and the fact that she was naked with Mia, the fact that all she needed to do was ask and she would receive, was more than a little bit tempting.

"No harm in looking," Jane agreed. She moaned as Inga found just the right spot in her lower back. "Can I be open with you about something, Mia? I don't exactly have many friends to talk about sex with."

“Of course, Jane,” Mia turned her head to look over at the pilot, a quizzical look on her face. “Tell you what, I’ll turn my unending quest to get you into bed off for the moment even. Just two girl friends talking, that’s what you’re wanting, right?” She made sure to emphasize the space between girl and friends in her voice, along with a smile that was friendly, but not salacious.

After moaning again as Inga found exactly the right places to apply pressure, Jane rolled onto her side and sat up. “I need back in the water,” she said as she stood up and made her way down the steps back into the bath. “The truth is, Alisha’s departure was so sudden. It’s good that we didn’t have a long drawn out goodbye to feel bad in, but it’s taken time for everything to sink in.” She took a deep breath. “You see, Alisha and I were a bit…insatiable,” she admitted. “She’s been, and still is, my best friend, my confidant, the woman I love. Maybe even the woman I’ll spend the rest of my life with. But also, since that first night, there’s hardly been a night we’ve been apart. And now that she’s gone. Well, I’m torn because I’m supremely loyal but the past few days have been intensely stressful and…” She took another deep breath and looked at Mia.

Mia looked back at her for a moment, then let out a long drawn-out sigh before waving Haans away and sitting up on the table, considering Jane the entire time. She hopped down and padded over to the side of the pool before sitting on the edge, feet sipping into the water, then shivered once before sliding in again. “I suppose the question that needs asked is if you and she talked about this little situation before she left for whatever film she’s starring in nowadays?”

“It was so sudden,” Jane answered. “We didn’t have time.” She smirked and couldn’t hold back a giggle. “She told me she had to go, and we had just enough time for one romp in the sheets before her shuttle left. That says it all, I suppose.” She sighed and slid next to Mia, putting her head back on her shoulder. “It’s a conversation that needs having, isn’t it?”

"Yes, it is." Mia put her arm around Jane again for a side-hug, "And one you need to have pretty soon before you lose your nerve for it. And speaking as a friend and ONLY as a friend, you know, if she's as smart as she looks, she's gonna know what's goin' through your head and will understand that things don't go well that stop cold turkey. And IF, probably when she gives her consent to you, you got some thinkin' to do." She kissed Jane's temple gently, "You would want to find someone you can trust not to go blabbin' about sleeping with the famous Jane Sinclair and lettin' the newsies know. Someone who'll be willing to lie directly about the whole thing, not to mention who can knock your socks off and curl your toes."

Mia paused for a moment, “But most important of all, someone who ain’t gonna get emotionally involved with you and with who YOU won’t get emotionally involved with.” Her tone was serious, “A holo-program would prolly be your best bet, but to tell the truth? It’s hard to get off to one of those, because no matter how realistic they are, there just ain’t any real oomph to it if you know what I mean.”

"I didn't actually think of the importance of secrecy," Jane said. "But you're right. Alisha and I are public figures and the paparazzi would love to hear about my infidelity, real or not." She looked Mia in the eye, their faces a bit closer than she'd planned. "As for the who...I'll tell you this, chica," she said, pointedly borrowing Mia's word, "you don't make resisting temptation easy."

Mia placed both hands on Jane’s shoulders, seeing already what could happen and while she would have enjoyed it immensely, she still had moral standards, even in a situation she could very easily take advantage of, “The pinnacle of discretion I am, Jane, but only AFTER you talk to Alisha. I got far more respect for you and her than to take advantage of you before you have that little chat.”

Jane sighed and nodded, shifting into a comfortable seat just a few inches further away. "Thank you," she said. "I'm...I'm not sure what I was doing there. Lost in the moment I guess."

“It’s been what? Three days or so since she left and you’d been like bunnies when she was around. You’re in a bath with a good lookin’ girl like me, both buck naked and the hot water don’t help neither!” Mia smirked a bit, “It’s only natural. And while I will admittedly sleep with anythin’ with two legs, maybe even more or less dependin’, you are first and foremost my friend. Tell you the truth? I’m rootin’ for the two of you! You make a great couple an’ I ain’t gonna let you do something that’ll make you feel guilty later on.”

"You're a good friend, Mia," Jane said, sincerely, reaching across to give Mia's hand a gentle squeeze.

She leaned into the back rest of the tub and blew out air. "Now I'm back where I was before though! Your hologram idea is sounding better and better. Even if the experience is imperfect, it's probably better than handling it myself." While there were differences of opinion, the general consensus these days was that holodecks were for fantasy fulfillment and so in most cases 'didn't count'.

“When do you next get to talk to Alisha?” Mia asked with a raised eyebrow, “Because if it’s today or tonight, you can talk the talk with her and get back to me. Or, perhaps there’s an emergency bat-signal you can send to her to get her to answer your call? This is kinda important. BUT.” Mia sighed, “Holodeck really isn’t that great. If it would keep you from goin’ off and lettin’ someone flirt their way into your pants, I can help still. Not gonna say I really think it’s a great option, but not gonna let anyone else take advantage of you.”

"We're probably speaking tonight," Jane answered. "I had to move my shift around so it'll be later than normal, and if I'm on duty too late and she has an early morning then it might be tomorrow. I don't think it's worth worrying her with an emergency call. I won't be letting myself get seduced. A good friend of mine gave me some sense when I ran out." She winked at Mia. "But in my experience mediocre holodeck sex at least a bit better than solo play. On my last assignment, it was usually all I could get," she joked. "The not-a-great option is my best option for today, with more options opening tomorrow. So help me, Mia Amaro. You're my only hope."

“Wellll, as I said before, Inga has helped me a few times when I’ve struck out and was in need.” Mia turned and waved over to the Norwegian beauty, “Blonde, just like your girl, but feel free to adjust her settings to however you’d like.” The Hispanic stood up and made her way to the stairs, “So I’ll just leave you and her to get a bit acquainted, why don’t I?” Mia’s eyes glittered as if In a promise to Jane that she’d still have some fun, and that permitting, so would they.

“I’ll let you know how it goes,” Jane said. “Both my conversation with Alisha, and the juicy details of what’s about to happen,” she teased. “Computer, save and discontinue program ‘Haans’. Remove clothing from program ‘Inga’ and send her my way.”

At the command, the masseur dematerialized and the masseuse’s clothes dissolved to nothingness before walking into the bath, passing Mia and winking as she did.

“Thanks Mia!” Jane called out. “Now, Miss Inga, I have this holodeck reserved for another thirty minutes. You have that long to make me forget my own name.”

Mia took nearly thirty seconds to put on a bare minimum, her tube top and skirt. She tucked her tights into her jacket and slung it over her arm and carried her shoes as she heard the masseuse already working her magic as she moved to the door. She glanced back at Jane and the program, both in the pool, but a look on the pilot's face that could only mean one thing. Mia smiled, then left the holodeck, locking it behind her. She done good.


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Lieutenant jg Jane Sinclair
Chief Flight Control Officer

Lieutenant Mia Amaro
Fighter Pilot

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