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Arianna Jones, Lieutenant Colonel in the United States Army, Commander of the 387th Infantry Battalion, Dark Hair, Green Eyes, 48DD Breasts, 5'10" in height, age 27.
Baghdad Iraq, Year 2019, Mess Hall of Camp Al Adala
"You'll never make it except in a strip club, just like your Aunt Regina!" I had heard that all of my life. Just because I was gifted with big breasts and my Mother was not, she thought I would never amount to anything. All throughout High School in San Marcos Texas, I would flaunt my looks. Yes, I had numerous boyfriends and was known at the school slut. But I had had enough. I was to make something of myself. I finally did it though. I was now the leader of the new recruits in the 387th.
It was compiled of young men and young women. Half of the time, the men in the group would send cat calls to the women and I would have to punish them. I loved my job. Hell, I loved my rank. I had the power to make them run 10 miles if I wanted to. I couldn't go against the rules set forth by the generals and the government but I had a bit of a control issue.
We had been deployed to the outskirts of Baghdad. Things have not been going well since the new regime took over. Militants have been scouting children from these areas now, promising protection for their families if they just become suicide bombers. Personally, it made me sick - to force children to commit such a heinous act, it just didn't set well with me.
We, the 387th, had been sent here to clean up the militant outposts and return order to the surrounding area. So far it has been simple, killing enemy militants every now and again. Even though we've been here a year now, it seems nothing has changed. Right now, we're enjoying the most quiet we've had in a long time, in the ways of action anyways.
"Hey, sexy lady!" "Woo, come over my way!" "Yeah, let's get it on!"
That's all I heard as I sat down to enjoy the meal provided by the cooks here. It seemed we had gotten a few new female recruits and the guys were going crazy over them. They were acting oblivious to the cat calls, but I wasn't. One of the guys was a Second Lieutenant, joined the Army a little over a year ago and made it to my battalion just before we deployed. He was quite a looker, even by my standards. I was not innocent though, I had thrown around a few teases here and there at some of the guys, him in particular.
I finished my tray and walked over to him, "Seems you have a taste for new meat, huh?" I said leaning over the table. "You and your friends here can be in my office at 0900 tomorrow for your new task orders. Don't be late," I said flaunting my breasts under my uniform as I left.
Baghdad Iraq, Year 2019, Mess Hall of Camp Al Adala
"You'll never make it except in a strip club, just like your Aunt Regina!" I had heard that all of my life. Just because I was gifted with big breasts and my Mother was not, she thought I would never amount to anything. All throughout High School in San Marcos Texas, I would flaunt my looks. Yes, I had numerous boyfriends and was known at the school slut. But I had had enough. I was to make something of myself. I finally did it though. I was now the leader of the new recruits in the 387th.
It was compiled of young men and young women. Half of the time, the men in the group would send cat calls to the women and I would have to punish them. I loved my job. Hell, I loved my rank. I had the power to make them run 10 miles if I wanted to. I couldn't go against the rules set forth by the generals and the government but I had a bit of a control issue.
We had been deployed to the outskirts of Baghdad. Things have not been going well since the new regime took over. Militants have been scouting children from these areas now, promising protection for their families if they just become suicide bombers. Personally, it made me sick - to force children to commit such a heinous act, it just didn't set well with me.
We, the 387th, had been sent here to clean up the militant outposts and return order to the surrounding area. So far it has been simple, killing enemy militants every now and again. Even though we've been here a year now, it seems nothing has changed. Right now, we're enjoying the most quiet we've had in a long time, in the ways of action anyways.
"Hey, sexy lady!" "Woo, come over my way!" "Yeah, let's get it on!"
That's all I heard as I sat down to enjoy the meal provided by the cooks here. It seemed we had gotten a few new female recruits and the guys were going crazy over them. They were acting oblivious to the cat calls, but I wasn't. One of the guys was a Second Lieutenant, joined the Army a little over a year ago and made it to my battalion just before we deployed. He was quite a looker, even by my standards. I was not innocent though, I had thrown around a few teases here and there at some of the guys, him in particular.
I finished my tray and walked over to him, "Seems you have a taste for new meat, huh?" I said leaning over the table. "You and your friends here can be in my office at 0900 tomorrow for your new task orders. Don't be late," I said flaunting my breasts under my uniform as I left.