(I've written several fanfiction stories with WAM aspects to them. This one is based on Star Trek Next Generation. I hope you all like it, and maybe I'll add another one soon!)
Counselor Troi and Dr. Crusher entered a spa room. It had a large sunken tub in the middle. This was filled with mud. Ambient electronic music played in the background. The girls wore one-piece bathing suits, slippers, and robes.
They took their slippers and robes off, and walked over to the tub.
I'll go first, said Deanna.
She stepped in settled herself in the mud.
There. Now, it's your turn, Bev.
Well, here goes.
She got in and settled herself next to Deanna. She sat on the opposite side, with her head at Dee's feet. The tub was large enough to very comfortably hold both women.
Now, get the mud all over yourself, up to your neck.
Bev did this, and so did Dee.
What do you think?, said Deanna.
A little weird! Nice, actually. And it REALLY helps the skin?
My mom swears by it. And she does have soft beautiful skin.
She does. Beverly rubbed her right arm. Yes, it does seem to make my skin smoother. How long do we stay in it?
A half hour is fine.
I liked to walk barefoot in the mud, when I was a little girl.
Yes, that's always fun.
I hope this mud is thick enough to do this:
Using only her feet, Beverly rolled a blob of mud into a ball. Then she smashed it into a pancake.
Deanna smiled. Very clever! Let me try that.
She also rolled mud into a ball and made it into a pancake with her feet.
Very good!
They grew quiet for a bit.
So tell me about that guy you're dating, said Deana.
Well, he's Captain Leslie McDonald, of the USS Alpha Beta. We met at Starbase X-45, and we've gone on a couple dates. Sadly, we don't see each other much, because it's long distance. But we often talk on StarSkype.
Yes, a long distance romance isn't easy.
And what about you?
Deanna sighed. Nothing much, at the moment.
I know a guy who's perfect for you.
Who?
William.
You mean Lt. Riker?
Uh huh. You two set off good sparks, when you're together.
But he's my superior officer!
So, that won't be a first.
Well. . . Maybe.
It could be worse; it could be Data!
She giggled. Perish the thought, Bev!
Deanna playfully threw some mud at Beverly, and Beverly through some mud back at her.
By the way, I guess you know about his romance with Ensign Qoyana Klix, said Dee.
Yes! She's the perfect girl for him.
She is.
At that moment, one of the men they had been talking about came in--Lt Riker.
Hi, ladies, he said with embarrassment. I'm sorry for intruding, but the captain wants you on the bridge, Deanna. The Vulcan ambassador will be here, in an hour.
But I thought that wasn't until tomorrow.
It's been moved up a day. Sorry!
They groaned and got out of the tub. He smiled. You two look like mud statues!
I feel like a mud pie!, said Beverly. They all laughed.
Computer: End program 41MUDBATH.
Yes, Counselor.
The room instantly turned into a barefoot, and the music stopped. The mud also left, leaving the girls clean and dry.
Well, this saves clean up!, said Beverly.
True!, said Deanna.
The ladies put their slippers and robes back on, and the three of them left the room. They went to the elevators.
I'll be ready in less than half an hour, said Deanna.
That's fine, said William. By the way, that mud bath looked fun!
Would you like to do one with me?
If you'd like. Tomorrow night at 2000 hours, perhaps?
All right.
Beverly smiled, and the girls put their arms around each other.