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Authors: Cordelia Blanc
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and thought it would be a good opportunity to fuck girls. Because who would say no to a marine?
He leaned in close, close enough that I could feel his damp breath on my ear. “Can I watch?” he whispered.
“Watch what?”
“Watch you fuck her. C’mon, you won’t even know I’m there.”
I had the sudden urge to slam the dirty cocksucker in the face, but I resisted. Instead, I turned to him, looked him in his perverted eyes, and said, “Go fuck yourself, Hastings.”
“Oh, c’mon. Don’t be an asshole. At least let me listen to you fuckin’ her.”
“I wouldn’t let you listen to me take a shit, you dirty bastard. Besides, I’m not going to fuck her again.”
“You’re what?” He said it like I was telling him I was going to cut off my own arms for shits.
“And brush your fucking teeth, would you? It smells like you ate dog shit.” I stood up, brought my plate to Ramis’s counter, and headed for the door.
Unfortunately, Hastings caught up with me. “You’re tellin’ me you aren’t going to fuck her? That she’s free game?”
“Sure.”
“So, you’re sayin’ you wouldn’t care if I fucked her?” His eyes were wide, bulging, like an insect’s.
“I’m sure she wouldn’t let you touch her, but you’re welcome to try.” I walked faster, even though I had nowhere to go, nowhere to be. They always cancelled training when we had BCs on site, and I wasn’t scheduled for guard duty for another week. Sadly, Hastings knew it, making it especially difficult to shake the slimy fucker.
“We’ll see about that. Thanks, Gage. You’re a hero, you know that? A real, goddamned hero.” He stopped and saluted me before turning and running back to the Chow Hall like a giddy schoolboy who got into his grandpa’s Viagra.
I wandered the compound for a while, which was mostly quiet, save for the odd straggler moving from the bunkhouse to the Chow Hall. The girls had their food delivered to the Guest Hall, and none of them emerged, probably all getting dolled up for the reporter.
My muscles were still sore from working out the day before, but seeing as there was nothing else to do, I figured I would get another workout in.
It was a hot day, not a cloud in the desert sky. I went back to my bunkroom to grab my water bottle. Once again, Hastings had left his laptop open, open on the same picture of Ashley in her Miss April outfit—apparently his latest favourite jerk-off picture. A chill resonated through my body.
Maybe the girl was right to be scared of us, to want to be hidden. I didn’t blame her. Hastings was a creepy fuck, and there were two dozen other creepy fucks just like him, all with their eyes on her.
By the time I got back out to the gym, word had already gotten around that Ashley was “free game.” The gossiping crowds from the Chow Hall had migrated out onto the pavement.
As I started my workout, I heard someone say, “You take her tomorrow night. I want her tonight.”
“Fuck that. The second you get her, she’s done. Your cock practically shoots the flu.”
“You can’t get the flu from fucking.” I recognized the voice as Hastings’s. No surprise there.
“You know what I mean. You’re a filthy, diseased bastard. Let the rest of us have a shot first, so we don’t catch all your goddamned diseases.”
“Hey,” a third Joe piped in. “Why don’t we put some money on this, make it interesting.”
I turned on the radio in an attempt to drown out the men’s horny blabbering. I lay back on a weight bench and started a set of bench press. Even with the radio cranked, I could hear them.
“Yeah, I’d be down for that. I could use a few extra bucks after Christmas.”
“No way,” Hastings said. “I ain’t putting money on shit. Darby’s got an unfair advantage with his sexy British accent.”
“Obviously,” one of the other men said. “Darby
He leaned in close, close enough that I could feel his damp breath on my ear. “Can I watch?” he whispered.
“Watch what?”
“Watch you fuck her. C’mon, you won’t even know I’m there.”
I had the sudden urge to slam the dirty cocksucker in the face, but I resisted. Instead, I turned to him, looked him in his perverted eyes, and said, “Go fuck yourself, Hastings.”
“Oh, c’mon. Don’t be an asshole. At least let me listen to you fuckin’ her.”
“I wouldn’t let you listen to me take a shit, you dirty bastard. Besides, I’m not going to fuck her again.”
“You’re what?” He said it like I was telling him I was going to cut off my own arms for shits.
“And brush your fucking teeth, would you? It smells like you ate dog shit.” I stood up, brought my plate to Ramis’s counter, and headed for the door.
Unfortunately, Hastings caught up with me. “You’re tellin’ me you aren’t going to fuck her? That she’s free game?”
“Sure.”
“So, you’re sayin’ you wouldn’t care if I fucked her?” His eyes were wide, bulging, like an insect’s.
“I’m sure she wouldn’t let you touch her, but you’re welcome to try.” I walked faster, even though I had nowhere to go, nowhere to be. They always cancelled training when we had BCs on site, and I wasn’t scheduled for guard duty for another week. Sadly, Hastings knew it, making it especially difficult to shake the slimy fucker.
“We’ll see about that. Thanks, Gage. You’re a hero, you know that? A real, goddamned hero.” He stopped and saluted me before turning and running back to the Chow Hall like a giddy schoolboy who got into his grandpa’s Viagra.
I wandered the compound for a while, which was mostly quiet, save for the odd straggler moving from the bunkhouse to the Chow Hall. The girls had their food delivered to the Guest Hall, and none of them emerged, probably all getting dolled up for the reporter.
My muscles were still sore from working out the day before, but seeing as there was nothing else to do, I figured I would get another workout in.
It was a hot day, not a cloud in the desert sky. I went back to my bunkroom to grab my water bottle. Once again, Hastings had left his laptop open, open on the same picture of Ashley in her Miss April outfit—apparently his latest favourite jerk-off picture. A chill resonated through my body.
Maybe the girl was right to be scared of us, to want to be hidden. I didn’t blame her. Hastings was a creepy fuck, and there were two dozen other creepy fucks just like him, all with their eyes on her.
By the time I got back out to the gym, word had already gotten around that Ashley was “free game.” The gossiping crowds from the Chow Hall had migrated out onto the pavement.
As I started my workout, I heard someone say, “You take her tomorrow night. I want her tonight.”
“Fuck that. The second you get her, she’s done. Your cock practically shoots the flu.”
“You can’t get the flu from fucking.” I recognized the voice as Hastings’s. No surprise there.
“You know what I mean. You’re a filthy, diseased bastard. Let the rest of us have a shot first, so we don’t catch all your goddamned diseases.”
“Hey,” a third Joe piped in. “Why don’t we put some money on this, make it interesting.”
I turned on the radio in an attempt to drown out the men’s horny blabbering. I lay back on a weight bench and started a set of bench press. Even with the radio cranked, I could hear them.
“Yeah, I’d be down for that. I could use a few extra bucks after Christmas.”
“No way,” Hastings said. “I ain’t putting money on shit. Darby’s got an unfair advantage with his sexy British accent.”
“Obviously,” one of the other men said. “Darby
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