Fanciful Fan Girl

Posted on Wed Jun 25th, 2025 @ 10:28am by Lieutenant Katya Davi

1,117 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: The Foragers
Location: Kat's "office" on the Adelaide

After the communal dinner was over and everyone had gone off to whatever they had planned for the evening, Kat was left to go back to what she referred to as her office. In truth, it was where she kept a computer, a table for working on clean projects, and room for whatever else she might need for minor repairs. Clean repairs. She used a section of the cargo bay for anything dirty or messy.

Kat had only one thing in mind: practice. She'd been doing so for a while, but now that they were on the Adelaide, it was the only form of dance she had room for. And it was one that didn't require a partner.

But first, she checked the computer to make sure there was nothing that needed to be done that evening. Most nights there was something small, and tonight was no exception. But once she took care of it, the rest of the night was hers.

She turned on a notification to alert her if someone was coming her way and opened the secret compartment, removing a long, narrow box and a short, rectangular one. She set both on the table. Then she carefully stripped down to her underwear, folding her clothes and setting them on her chair. Ever so carefully, she took out a sleeveless unitard with feathers decorating the bust and slipped it on, followed by a pair of sparkly high heels.

Walking over to the far wall, Kat pulled a curtain back, revealing a full-length mirror and smoothed down her outfit, admiring how the cream-colored leotard showed off her newly tinted brown skin and the gold highlights in the feathers matched the new gold highlights in her brown hair. She made a face at her reflection because there was no way anyone would ever see her in this and it was silly to even consider how she looked.

She went back to her desk and took out two large feather fans, carefully checking both, even though they were fine when she put them away the night before. Then she ran through a series of hand exercises with each fan, opening and closing first one, then the other, followed by a series of wrist and hand movements, twirling the fans and moving them around as she slowly added the rest of the choreography.

"Computer, play Davi Fan 2."

An instrumental piece with strings began to play as Kat went to the center of the room and faced the mirror. She extended one foot, then one fan, and began a slow, controlled dance of body and fan moving fluidly together.

It became part dance and part burlesque as she flirted with the fans while forming intricate patterns and smooth dance moves. Finally, as the music came to a close, she pulled the fans in close and spun off the imaginary stage.

For several moments, Kat stood with her eyes closed, sloughing off the persona she'd created. Taking a deep breath she went back to her position in front of the mirror, her hips swaying with each step as she mentally and physically switched to a second dancer. She held both fans in front of her, covering all but her face and legs. "Computer, play Davi burlesque 3."

The music began again. This time, the dance was more suggestive, more titillating. Her dance moves were both subtle and slightly bawdy while she made sure at least one fan covered her body at all times, mimicking the early 20th century burlesque fan dancers. It still took control and exact movements, but they were less complicated than the first dance.

As she exited the "stage," she flipped the front fan out behind her and waved it at the mirror, grinning. If it had been a proper stage, all but the fan would have been unseen by the audience, but tonight it was all in her head.

Setting her fans on the desk, she turned to the mirror. "Computer, play back both performances." The two dances replayed from the viewpoint of the 'audience' of the mirror. Several times she stopped the recording to look at her position or the way she held the fans. Then she continued watching, making mental notes for her next practice. The dances were getting better, albeit slowly.

Kat checked the chronometer on the wall. It was late, but she could still do one more routine, just for fun, then call it a night.

Grabbing her fans again, she positioned herself front and center. "Computer, play a random song from Davi Showtunes 7." The introduction to "Friend Like Me" from the musical Aladdin began to play.

This time, she sang along as she danced, doing whatever moves her muse dictated. When it got to "Can your friends do this? Can your friends do that?" she let loose, glad no one could see those particular moves.

When the song ended, she began to laugh. That song was perfect. She was still chuckling as she put her fans and costume away. "Computer, save recordings to my personal files."

She was about to get dressed when she had an idea. She'd never really tried it before—never dared, if she was honest. "Why not?" It was late enough no one would drop by, and she would be covered—mostly. Just to be absolutely safe, she replicated a thong and put it on so she would have some coverage.

Once more she took out her fans and stood in front of the mirror, posing with one fan covering her front and the other covering her back. "Computer, play burlesque." Now, she danced to be suggestive while keeping her private parts private. She read that was the original aim of the burlesque. To hint at nudity without showing it, while still being graceful and fluid as a dancer. Kat wanted to see if she could actually pull it off--at least once. And if not, no one but her would ever know.

When she exited the stage this time, she waved both her fan and her fanny, giggling at her bogus bravado. "Computer, save all four recordings to my personal files." Maybe she'd look at that last one later, but right now she didn't want to see where she failed to keep her fans in place.

Still giggling, she put her costume and fans back in the hidden compartment and closed the curtain over the mirror, safely hiding away her secret identity. Maybe she'd add a feathered mask and headdress for next time? It was a thought. But now, with everything safely out of sight, she was going to get some sleep.

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Lieutenant Katya Davi
Chief Operations Officer
USS Valiant

 

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