Dammit Jim! I'm a Doctor not a Male Stripper!
Go ahead, blame my encounter with Karl Urban at the Sci-Fi Expo yesterday in Irving Texas for the title. This is a direct quote. And yes, that is a picture of me with Mr. Urban. Go ahead, drool, please don't throw fruit. Somebody's having a bachelorette party and wants a well, you know. So, the male crewmembers are having a debate. Don't own them.
"So, who do they want?" Sulu asked.
"It's a toss-up," Uhura responded before Spock could open his mouth, "the Captain or the Doctor. If they could have both…"
"You do realize the Captain would probably be more willing than the Doctor," Sulu responded. Uhura nodded. In two days time there would be a wedding, and tonight were the "parties". The boys had already managed their entertainment, but the ladies, were looking for a male stripper, still.
"NO!" came Bones' exclamation. "Dammit Jim! I'm a Doctor not a MALE STRIPPER!"
"Oh, come on, Bones, it's just for one night! I'll go with you!" Jim said with a laugh.
"If you come with me, you're also stripping!" Bones announced.
Later that evening
Not only had Jim talked Bones into doing it, Bones was wearing an old American style police officer's uniform, shoulder holster and all. The music started and with a great deal of trepidation, McCoy entered the room. Jim could tell, he had promised to go with him, that he actually started enjoying himself as he wrapped his pants around the bride's shoulders and started grinding for her. He didn't take everything off, no one was paying him enough for that.
Bones gave up and walked down the corridors of the ship in just his underwear as he spoke to Jim about that evening. The appreciative wolf-calls had him turning all sorts of shades of red, "Next time, you do it!" Bones muttered.
"Sure Bones, I've got scrubs so I can pretend that I'm you!"