Sort Of Legal Ch 09

Mack pulled the big jeep up in a parking spot at the local mall, twenty-four hours before departure.

"Ok guys get yourselves what you need, we'll grab lunch at the bar," Ronan said.

Walking through the Mall with Alphabet she felt weirdly disjointed watching the civilians going about their business. Occasionally she noticed the flash of revulsion when they looked at her mangled nose.

"What stuff should I get?" she asked.

"Shit, I dunno, what do girls want?" Alphabet replied unhelpfully.

"Thanks, you're so much help, what are you getting?"

"I gotta get some more belts for the Frankengrinder, some aftershave, probably a few civilian clothes, gotta look good if I want to rescue some colonialist daughter from losing her virginity," he shrugged.

"Fuck, you might be hot shit on the gun, but your fuck all good here," Ginger laughed.

"Helping chicks shopping ain't my specialty," he said grinning as he headed into the hard ware store.

"Dick," she smiled following him as he selected a few bits for his beloved Frankengrinder.

Ginger picked up a few carabiners figuring they'd be useful as Alphabet paid for his stuff.

Back on the mall floor they walked to through the clothing stores, Ginger watched the pretty girls' flitter about giggling and laughing, enjoying the day, self-consciously Ginger touched her nose. Alphabet eyeing them hungrily.

"What do you think of this one?" he asked holding up a shirt.

"Yeah, fine," Ginger said distractedly watching some girls picking out dresses.

"Look, here's the thing," Alphabet said later as the wandered the huge Mall, "we kinda, ya know, scratch the itch before we go."

"Ain't nothin' to me, I ain't gonna help you," she shrugged.

"I didn't mean it like that, I just wanted to let you know, so like if you wanna do your thing, no one is going to give you shit," he said.

Ginger looked at him and nodded, "Yeah cool."

"Last chance till fuck knows when," Alphabet shrugged.

***

After lunch Ronan drove them a few block over, pulling up in the brothel carpark. The security guard nodded as they walked inside. Seeing them the madam pressed a button and suddenly several scantily clad girls rushed in and lined up. Gingers stomach flipped, she bit down on her emotions as they preened and posed for the Marines.

"Yeah, fuck this, can I borrow the jeep?" she asked.

Wordlessly Ronan handed her the keys as he licked his lips. Ginger snatched them from his hand and dashed outside, gasping for air, desperate to be away from the reminders of what her life could have been.

Driving away she followed the road out of town, taking her back to the hotel she'd stayed at before starting the Pathfinder course.

"Hey guys," she said walking up to Tom and Shoble on the beach.

"Fuck! Your back!" Shoble gasped jumping to his feet and running over to hug her.

"Ginger!" Tom yelled hugging her too.

"Miss me?" she asked hugging them both back.

"Yeah, oh fuck what happened to your nose?" Tom asked.

Ginger ran her hand over her face again, "Yeah it got broken, no big deal, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, totally, no big deal," Shoble said excitedly pressing himself more against her.

"Man, you were so pretty," Tom sighed.

Ginger looked hard at him.

"Fuck, man, don't be harsh, Ginger's still smoking hot," Shoble said kissing her.

"Yeah totally, just it's a shock," Tom said.

She kissed Shoble passionately loving the feel of his long twin tipped tongue in her mouth.

"Shall we go somewhere private?" she asked stroking Tom's chest as Shoble held her close.

"Ah well, I'm kinda seeing someone," he grinned, rubbing the beck of his head.

"Ah that's so sweet," Ginger said, "looks like you and me then," she said kissing Shoble again.

They walked over to one of the rooms overlooking the beach, Shoble pushing the door open and following Ginger inside.

He wrapped Ginger up in a hug, "I missed you so much."

"Yeah I missed you too," Ginger said throwing off her beret and stepping away from him. She sat on the bed and took her boots off.

Shoble dropped his shorts, his dark red twisted cock springing out, "What happened to your hair?"

"You dumbass, it was a wig, you don't mind do you?" she asked wrapping her hand round his cock twisting the way he liked.

Shoble shuddered, "no, god that feels good," smiling he undid her jacket and pushed it off her shoulders.

Ginger giggled pulling her sports bra off shaking her boobs at him, he swallowed hard reaching to cup her breasts.

"Fuck, I love your tits" he said. Lifting her hips Ginger slid her pants and panties off in one move.

"I guess Tom's girl won't?" she asked leaning forward running her tongue up his grooved red cock.

Shoble shuddered as she licked him, "Nah," he whispered, "she doesn't like me that way."

Ginger looked up at him a she sucked his cock between her full lips. His eyes rolled back in his head as she pleasured him, bobbing her head up and down his shaft.

He pulled his cock from her mouth and pushed her gently back on the bed, smiling he climbed up beside her and pulled her closer, Ginger shivered with excitement as his cool red body pressed against her.

"Did you think of me much?" she asked kissing him lightly along the line of his jaw.

"All the time," he said running his hands along her curves, "Tom told me about the sixty-nine thing, can we do that?"

Ginger giggled, "Yeah we can, I love your tongue."

Ginger moved over him and twisted his cock as she opened her mouth to take him. She gasped round his cock as the twin tips of his tongue ticked her clit. Her eyes fluttered as he pushed his thick tongue deeper into her.

Bobbing her head faster up and down his spiral cock Shoble's tongue wriggled deeper inside her, making her moan, she knew his wonderful tongue would soon have her cumming hard, his cool hands gripping her firm ass as he pulled her down closer to him.

Shoble probed her tight ass with his long finger, feeling Ginger twitch and moan as he pushed his finger deeper into her ass. Pushing harder his finger slipped past the thick ring of muscle. Holding her ass tight he pushed and rotated his finger. Ginger shook, sucking hard on his cock as she came, flooding his mouth with more of her juices.

Gasping Ginger sat up, "I wanna see your tongue," she said slowly pulling herself off him looking between her own logs to see the thick muscle slide from her pussy.

Turning Shoble kept his tongue sticking out. Ginger smiled seeing how long and thick it was, she ran her tongue over it tasting herself, Shoble shuddered taking a firm grip on her ass, opening her mouth she sucked on his tongue feeling how thick and long it really was.

"Fuck, that was hot," Ginger said sliding on top of Shoble.

"Yeah, that was amazing," he smiled feeling Gingers wet hole pressing against his cock head.

"Let me suck it while I ride you," Ginger moaned sliding herself down onto his cool red cock. Shoble stuck his tongue out again, Ginger sucking it into her mouth, the thickness and length made Ginger feel more like she was sucking a cock than a tongue, the twin tips reminding her it was an alien she was having sex with.

Moaning she sheathed his tool fully inside herself. Rolling her hips Shoble groaned pushing up into her, she smiled at his reaction.

Looking into his eyes she rode him, sucking his fat cock the whole time, she squeezed down on his hardness, feeling the ridges deep inside, his hands gripping her tight ass, driving her higher. Ginger's eyes rolled up her eyelids fluttering as she came on his cock.

Smiling wickedly round Shoble's tongue Ginger picked up her pace fucking him harder, loving the way he bucking his hips up driving himself deeper into her, till finally his cock unfurled and swelled, his cool sperm flooding into her.

Grinding down hard on his swelling cock Ginger climaxed again as he grew thicker pressing onto all her sensitive spots at once.

Panting she lay her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat, subtly different to a human. Lazily she rolled her hips feeling his swollen cock move, locked tight inside her.

"Your amazing," he sighed stroking her back.

"I ain't finished yet," she purred, lifting her hips making his swollen cock stretch her delightfully. Both moaning as Ginger rode his cock slowly.

Holding her hips he helped her move lazily, Ginger groaning deep in her throat, the exquisite pressure inside pushing her closer to another orgasm.

"Shit, that always feels so good," Ginger drawled as she lifted herself higher his cock almost slipping from her before she sunk back down on it. Stretching herself again and again Ginger panted as she teased herself, Shoble fluttering his fingers along her sides, panting as she enjoyed herself on him. Crying out loudly, his cock finally slipped from her wet folds, his thin cum running from her.

Sighing loudly, she collapsed on him.

"Finished now?" he asked playfully. Giggling, Ginger swatted his nose.

Shoble wrapped his arms round her hugging her tightly. 'til finally, Ginger pulled herself away, Shoble watched silently as she showered and dressed.

With a final kiss she left him.

***

Hungover, India one nine waited on the flight line, all of them grinning sheepishly at each other remembering the big night they'd had before deployment.

"Fucking whiskey chasers, I am never going to forgive you," Mack said swallowing more pills.

"I didn't hold a gun to your head," Ginger said taking the bottle of pills from him and swallowing more herself.

"Try to look professional when we get aboard," Ronan said rubbing his temples.

"Shit, you assholes can't hold your liquor don't fucking drink," Alphabet laughed seemingly unaffected by the booze.

"Fuck right off Alphabet," Ronan muttered.

The flight up was, thankfully, smooth, the Invincible was a hive of activity, the Chief of the boat bellowing orders, getting the Marines into their accommodation as quickly as possible. The Pathfinders; India 19, India 34, and India 77 were located together. Ginger noticed that eight of the 'sky blue' special forced soldiers were embarked too. One of them female.

"And now for the waiting," Mack said climbing onto his bunk.

"Yeah, love the hurry up and wait, anyone know what the Chief of the Boat (CoB) is like?" Alphabet asked.

"Seems like an asshole to me," Ginger said stowing her gear and getting on her own bunk, home for the next six hundred days.

"I'll ask, but I'm sure he's a good guy," Ronan said.

"Always on their side," Alphabet said swinging onto his bunk.

Hours later they felt the rumble of the engines, they were on the way to the outer rim.

"Stay here, I'll see what I can find out," Ronan said leaving the bay

***

Weeks passed as the small flotilla of ships cruised slowly out, the Invincible, just one of the ships in the larger carrier squadron. Occasionally Ginger watched them from one of the few windows finding a rare moment of privacy.

Ginger and the other indirect fire support officers met up with some of the gunnery officers to introduce themselves and shake out any problems, not that there seemed to be any.

India one nine became just four more in the sea of Marines, all of them spending most of the time in the gym and mess. The tedium of close quarters boiling over into fist fights occasionally, the CoB was swift and merciless in meting out justice; the senior NCO's enforcing his will on the troops.

The four Pathfinders took any opportunity to train together as the cruise wore on, with little space and a crowded ship they couldn't do what they wanted, but the hanger gave them some opportunity to practice a few things.

***

"Briefing on now," Ronan suddenly announced as they left the mess deck.

"Fuck what's a briefing?" Alphabet asked mockingly.

Mack shoved him roughly in the back, "Forgotten how to be a Marine already?"

"What's a Marine?" Ginger asked joining in the banter.

"I should have stayed in school," Ronan groaned, "but no, 'we can't do it alone' work with true professionals, they said. And here I am stuck with you wankers."

The briefing was held in the hanger of the big ship, full attendance, and the commanding officer giving the briefing, standing on a wooden crate.

"We have been advised of a situation. Planet Glillon, a local tin pot dictator has declared himself independent from the federation and taken a chunk of the planetary defence force with him. About fifty thousand. We are joining up with the loyalists to remind him where his loyalties lie. Your individual commanders will brief you accordingly."

Dismissing the briefing they hurried back to their quarters.

"Fuck! Ok what do I need to do?" Ginger asked grabbing her gear from the locker and beginning to check it over rapidly.

Mack sighed loudly and pulled out a deck of cards, "chill" he said.

"But what about the briefing?" Ginger asked slightly flustered.

"Plenty of time," Alphabet said nodding wisely as he sat down and picked up the cards Mack had dealt.

"You in?" Mack asked nodding to the cards He'd dealt for Ginger.

"Shit I gotta get my rifle and check my gear," Ginger said looking out of the bay as people hurried past in both directions.

"Shut up, sit down, be cool, play cards," Alphabet said.

"Really?" she asked sitting on one of the crates they used as seats.

Mack lent forward motioning for Ginger to do likewise, she copied him, so their faces were close, "We're fucking Pathfinders, we don't do running around like assholes, were the best so we can fucking chill 'til they tell us to move, we can be out the door in sixty seconds, you know that," he whispered.

"Oh, yeah I see," Ginger said grinning.

Ginger lost the first hand faster than ever. Mack dealing again.

"You assholes got nothing to do?" the Chief of the Boat asked sticking his head onto their bay.

"No, Chief, were sorted," Ginger said smiling as she took two.

He grunted and retreated as he was called away to some other task.

"Now you're getting it," Mack laughed laying down his cards beating them both again.

Ronan came back and pulled up his crate, Mack dealing him in, Ginger watching him expectantly.

"Are you still dealing off the bottom?" Ronan asked.

"Is there another way to deal?" Mack asked.

"What's going on then?" Ginger asked unable to hold herself back any longer.

Ronan sighed loudly as he took one.

"I tried to tell her," Mack shrugged.

"Nothing," he said, "thirty-six hours till we make orbit, then stuff starts."

"Ok, so what do we do till then?" She asked edging closer.

"You're gunna be a pain in the ass till I tell you ain't ya?" he said laying down his cards. "Fine, ok so thirty-six 'til orbit, the asshole on planet will cave when we make a big drop, that's it," he said.

"Really how do you know?" Ginger asked.

"This ain't my first rodeo," he shrugged.

"And what are we going to do exactly?" she asked.

Ronan shrugged, "they don't have a tasking for us yet, but either we'll recce some landing zones, or if he really wants to duke it out we'll do sniper work or IDFS."

"What are you guys doing?" a young Lieutenant said bursting into the bay.

They stood up as best they could for the officer.

"Just going through some drills, Sir," Ronan explained.

"Haven't you got stuff to do?" he demanded angrily, Ronan stood a bit closer to him.

"It's ok, Sir, we got this," he said dismissively.

"You guys should be checking your gear and getting ready for the drop, we'll be in orbit in thirty-six hours," he said hotly.

"Thank you, Sir, we got this," Ronan said firmly.

The Lieutenant huffed and withdrew from the bay, they heard him go into the bay the 'sky blue' occupied, they all laughed when they heard him get told to "fuck off"

"Well there is the entertainment for the day," Alphabet said fanning his cards out.

"Seven minutes," Mack said inspecting his own hand.

"Seven minutes till what?" Ginger said swapping her cards round trying to make a winning combination.

"Till the COB is here shouting, I reckon eight," Ronan said.

"Nah, four, he's been dying to chew one of us out," Alphabet said.

"Five then," Ginger said with a shrug laying down her cards winning the hand.

"Master Sergeants out here now!" The COB bellowed six minutes later, sighing Ronan got off his crate and went into the passageway. The other three pretended not to listen.

"You sons of bitches show some fucking respect to my fucking officers," the COB bellowed at them. "I will not have you mother fuckers telling my officers to 'fuck off' under any circumstances, do you understand?"

"Chief, I didn't tell anyone to 'fuck off'," Ronan said.

"You fucking Pathfinders think your hot shit, you may not have said the words, but I know what you meant, and I ain't putting up with your snake eating bullshit, you show the fucking dumbass officer the fucking respect his fucking rank deserves!" he screamed.

"Well tell the fucking idiot not to come storming into my bay and telling me and my guys what the fuck we should be doing, the asshole doesn't look old enough to shave," Phil the Master Sargent of the sky-blue detachment said.

"It ain't your fucking bay, it's my fucking bay, everything on this fucking ship belongs to me, so get that shit through your fucking head, you mother fuckers think your above this, but I say what goes and this shit does not go!" he bawled.

"Chief, if he wants to know what we are doing, he can ask me nicely and I will tell him, nicely. He does not shout at guys who've been in the force longer than he's been alive," Phil said calmly.

"Don't you take that fucking attitude with me, I can and I fucking will write you up, your own fucking people can deal with you," the COB snarled.

"Fine do what you want just keep pencil dick out of my face," Phil said.

"Goddamned it, can't you fucking assholes just play nice? I got seven hundred fucking Marines on this fucking boat, half of them wanting to fight, half of them trying to fuck anything with a fucking pulse, and some of them ain't that fussy, I can't have this kinda shit, you mother fuckers need to set the fucking example," he said.

"Chief, will do, but this is SF territory, we don't need someone checking if we have clean underwear on," Phil said.

"You got a game going on?" the COB suddenly said looking onto India one nine's bay.

"Uh, yeah Chief, just for fun," Ronan said.

"Alright, look I'll calm the CO down, he's pissy, just don't do it again? Jones is on his first run, ya know?" he said rubbing his chin watching the cards.

"Ginger's on her first run too, and she's chill," Phil said.

"Jesus," the COB said wiping his hand over his face, "you really are trying to kill me, I'll be back there'd best be a bottle on that table when I do."

Leaving them Ronan took his seat back at the table, "ok so apparently you're not supposed to be rude to officers."

"Who knew?" Mack said dealing.

Phil came into the bay and put a bottle of whiskey down on the table, "well I told him to fuck off, I guess."

"Here, take my seat these guys are fucking sharks," Ginger said stepping away from the table.

"Cheers," Phil said sitting down and Mack dealt him in.

Laying on her bunk Ginger watched, the other Chief Sergeants came in and replaced Alphabet and Mack, she guessed this was some sort of rank thing, eventually the COB arrived and sat himself down.

"Ok boys let's see what you got!" He said eagerly uncorking the bottle and pouring it into a glass. She cocked her head at Alphabet and the three of them left the bay quietly.

"What we gonna do now?" she asked.

"Fuck it, work out or eat?" Alphabet suggested.

"Eat, I can't be bothered," Mack said.

The three of them sat in the mess drinking the bad ship coffee for a few hours chatting idly with the other members of the Pathfinder patrols and sky-blue troopers as they waited for the COB to leave the area. A few officers scowled at them as they passed but they gave them a wide berth.