Jack Stalker
Star
- Joined
- Dec 26, 2011
Military Action!
Major Tom Hardman had spotted the glint of something. Perhaps it had been a shine off the bumper or a hubcap, perhaps the girl had been using binoculars or a spyglass, whatever it was it had announced her position a clear as day, and a few minutes later, he had been on top of her position. The Humvee had left the illegal weapons trading he had been involved in, with payments made and goods passed to their new owners. Now he needed to find out who this bitch was and what she knew. He wasn't prepared to have a sweet little deal involving the occasional selling of military weapons to be interrupted by a little slut who wanted to make a name for herself in some paper or for some TV media show. Luckily, this was military land, restricted access, off limits, hell if he wanted to he could shoot her and leave her buried in the desert. Naturally as soon as he pulled up next to her, smirking at the appearance of what was surely a fake 'brake down' he realised that shooting her was the furthest thing from his mind. A hot little bitch like that? She was going to get fucked, fucked long and hard. God damn, if he let he loose at the base those sex starved infantry would eat her alive. No, this one was going to the commander. Him.
Pulling up in a screech of dirt and dust he hopped out of the vehicle and strode over to her. His male gaze fucked her from head to toe as he approached, drinking in every detail. It wasn't that he hadn't seen a woman in six months except on a computer screen, it was that he'd rarely seen a women like her. Pure fucking sex in an outfit that almost commanded someone to rape her. She must have known how fucking hot she was, must have had to endure way more men raping her with their eyes than just one base commander. However he was the one she was going to remember, he knew that for a fact. He spent way too long looking her up and down for it to be considered even remotely polite, then he spoke, his voice direct, confident and commanded.
"My name is Major Tom Hardman, base commander for Romeo Alpha One. You're trespassing on restricted grounds, owned by the military. I'm going to need to see some ID and documentation, stat." He told her, his voice resonating with a grim base that brooked no insolence. Without even waiting he reached past her, popping open the glove compartment and drawing out her licence. "Chloe Morgan." he stated. "Well Miss Morgan, what are you doing out here? While you think about that answer I want yo to turn around, put your hands on the hood right here, I'm going to need to search you. Spread your legs and lean forwards when you do it and keep your hands where I can see them until they are on the hood. There's a good girl." he told her, no humour in his tone at all. He was so fucking hard right now he could care less if she had a reason to be out here, she could be the presidents fucking daughter for all he cared, she wasn't going to be leaving this base before she had paid for her intrusion with some intruding of his own into her sweet, innocent, tight young flesh.