"I don't know what the fuck the problem is with you two," Chief Hiller exclaimed.
"Chief..." Alex started
"I'm not done talking Lundz," he shot back, "you two were the only ones who failed the gun qualifications. And guess what the two of you are in my duty section. And I don't care if you have six months or six years left in the Navy I'm not going to let that happen. We're short on qualified people. Do you understand?"
"Yes Chief," Alex replied.
"Yes Chief," Airman Furlong replied.
"Now tomorrow at zero eight hundred you and dingleberry are going with G-4 to re-qualify. And god help you if you fail! Is that understood?"
"Yes chief," they both replied in unison.
"Which one of us is dingleberry," Furlong asked in a snide tone.
"I'll let the two of you figure that out. Now get out!"
They both looked at each other and walked out of the office. They didn't say anything to each other until they left the shop and walked onto the mess decks.
"What an ass," Furlong let out.
"Seems that way," Alex replied.
"I don't like him," Furlong said.
"Neither do I," Alex laughed.
They quickly parted ways and Alex walked down to her berthing. She felt like an idiot not being able to get qualified on the M-16. Chief Hiller even made a reference to her short time left in the Navy. She thought she could skate by the last few months she had left. Yet the Navy made it difficult for her to do that. But then again she had issues getting respirator qualified. It took her three times to do that. She'd been hunting a few times and didn't have a problem handling a rifle in her younger years, but she couldn't figure out why she did as poorly as she did. She made it to her rack and exhaled. She still smelled like the gun range. She quickly stripped off her uniform and wandered to the head and took a shower. She rinsed off quickly and returned to her rack. She changed into a pair of jeans, tennis shoes, and a Ke$ha shirt. She wandered back to the mess decks and ate. She dumped her tray and was about to walk back to her berthing when she saw Jamie sitting with a female third class petty officer.
"Alex," Jamie let out.
"Hey," Alex replied as she sat down next to the other woman.
The woman gave Alex a skeptical look.
"How have you been," Alex asked.
"Good," Jamie replied.
Alex and Jamie hadn't said much since their hotel encounter. Jamie did break up with her fiancé, but she grew distant from Alex. Alex wanted to be with her more but it never materialized. Jamie was no longer in weapons department; she'd been promptly transferred to AIMD shortly after their encounter. Aside from seeing each other in the berthing they didn't see each other that often.
"Oh," Jamie let out, "this is Megan Eady."
Alex smiled at her and looked her over. She had blonde hair in a similar bob cut that she had. But she looked very plain. She wasn't wearing make-up and her top lip was kind of strange looking.
"Nice to meet you," Alex let out.
"Same here," Megan replied in a snide tone.
Alex wanted to punch her.
"I have to get back to work," Megan said as she stood up.
"I'll see you tonight," Jamie let out.
"Yeah," Megan smiled as she walked away.
"The girl can eat pussy," Jamie said quietly with a smile on her face.
"I'm sure," Alex replied, "I can't believe you."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you've barely talked to me," Alex replied, "I thought we you know...."
"I don't know," Jamie replied, "I just don't think we mesh well."
"Mesh," Alex laughed.
"Sorry," Jamie shot back.
Alex reached out for Jamie's hand on the table but she retracted it.
"What's your friend's rate?"
"Aviation Boatswain's Mate," Jamie replied, "she's in air department. We met a few weeks ago, at the base pizza parlor. I was playing an arcade game and she walked up to me. And you know...."
"I better get going," Alex said.
"I need your help," Jamie admitted.
"With what," Alex asked.
Alex was ready to leave; she was tired of Cindy's rambling about how much she was in love with ABH3 Megan Eady. Alex was the one who helped her become a lesbian and realize what she was and for her to discard her and take up with that stupid dyke wasn't very kind.
"I talked to Cindy," Jamie said as Alex began to stand up.
Suddenly Alex leaned forward and her eyes opened wider.
"What did she say," Alex asked excitedly.
"She wants to see you again," Cindy replied.
"Are you serious," Alex replied.
"One hundred percent," Cindy smiled, "she said she felt awful leaving you in that hotel room in San Francisco."
Alex had to risk it. She hadn't told Cindy about that incident. She must be telling the truth.
"Where is she," Alex asked.
"Still on the east coast," Cindy shot back, "we talked last week. I mentioned I met you and she told me about what all you did. If you help me I'll give you her phone number. She said you could call anytime. She's not going out to sea for a while."
Alex pondered the deal quickly. She had to take the risk. She wanted to be with Cindy again, even if only for one night.
"Okay," Alex replied, "you have a deal."
"Thank you so much," Jamie replied.
They both got up from the table and walked back to their berthing. Cindy went over her crazy plan. It involved Alex waiting in Emmitt's hotel room until he got back. He would be drunk and Alex would have sex with him. And at the right time Jamie would barge in and find them together. It was a pretty stupid plan. Even Alex, with her below average intelligence could see that it was a pretty dumb to begin with. But Cindy wanted Alex to dress very provocatively, something that would get his heart racing. Alex agreed and thought up a good idea for what she should wear.
The next day Alex went with G-4 in the duty van and went to the gun range. It was a Thursday. All she could think about was Saturday night and what she was going to do with Cindy's fiancé. For a few brief moments she was able to push it to the back of her mind. She listened to the safety brief. She all ready knew how the gun worked. So it wouldn't be that difficult. She was one of the first people to shoot that day. She was happy to get it over quickly. And as quickly as it began, it was over. She looked over her target and realized she had passed the qualification. She handed it over to one of the people working the range. He was impressed with her shooting. The Chief running the gun shoot was impressed as well. Alex was back at the ship around 1400. She ended up back in the shop. She and Furlong were greeted by Chief Hiller as they made their way into the shop.
"Congratulations dingleberries," he laughed.
"How did you know," Furlong asked.
"Chief Cruz sent me a text," he replied, "so be ready for Saturday. I'll probably have you guys stand a late watch."
"Yes Chief," Furlong replied.
"Now go back to your magazines," he laughed.
They followed his orders and found their way back to their respective magazines. Alex slept most of the afternoon. She was happy when muster was over.
Alex took the trolley downtown and found her way to Hustler of Hollywood. She hadn't been there in a while, she couldn't remember if she went back after the incident with Tyler. The odds of seeing him there would probably be very slim. She wandered around the store with a bit more confidence. She didn't feel strange about trying to sneak something onto the ship. She looked around and tried on a pair of patent leather boots. The heel was flat and not pointed and when she put them on with her pants on they were barely noticeable. She decided to buy the boots but let the staff let her wear them around. She found a black choker and tried it on. She liked it. She paid for the boots and choker and left the store. She found her way to the mall and bought a pink bra from Macy's. She liked her outfit and figured it would get him going. She disposed of the boot box and put her shoes in the Macy's bag. She got back to the ship around seven.
It was early Friday afternoon when Jamie gave Alex the key to her fiancé's room. She gave her further instructions. Alex told her what she had in mind for him. Jamie seemed pleased.
Alex was happy that the hotel was so close to base. She got there around six. She found the room quickly. She looked around and realized it was pretty small. She looked around the room and found Emmitt's bag on the floor. She unzipped it and looked through it. Nothing that interested her was in the bag. She looked around some more and found a robe. She threw it on the bed and threw her bag next to it. She opened the curtains and looked out. She quickly stripped her clothes off while looking at the setting sun on San Diego. She looked through her bag and found the pink bra and slipped it on. She slid the boots on next. She shut the curtains and put the robe on. She finally put the choker on and sat on the bed. She turned the TV on and watched whatever was on. She was sitting on the bed for nearly 3 hours before she got a text from Jamie. She said they were on their way back. She turned the TV off.
"Shit," Alex said to herself before taking the robe off.
She looked herself over in the mirror quickly. She smiled and jumped on the bed.
"I'm fucking ready," she said quietly.
Emmitt walked back into the room and quickly looked himself over in the mirror. He felt the night went well, he sensed that Jamie would want to get back together again. He quickly washed his hands and picked up his cell phone. Alex heard part of a conversation. She couldn't tell what he was talking about. She only made out a few words. As quickly as it had begun he hung up. He put his cell phone away and walked into the bedroom.
"Fuck," he let out as he looked at the bed.
All he could see were a pair of legs in a pair of patent leather knee high boots. Alex was on her back her legs were crossed at the knee. He couldn't see her face. He walked cautiously towards the bed. Suddenly Alex sat up and looked at him. She was only wearing a pink bra and the boots. She remained seated and couldn't tell if she had on anything else.
"Hey," she smiled.
"Who the fuck are you," he said in an angered tone.
"A friend," Alex replied.
"How did you get in here," he asked.
"I have my ways," she replied.
"What do you want," he asked.
"What the fuck do you think," she laughed.
She sat up some more and quickly spread her legs. He realized all she was wearing was the bra, boots, and a black choker around her neck. He looked down at her pussy. He couldn't do it. He couldn't fuck her.
"You have to leave," he said in a stern tone.
"I don't think so," Alex laughed as she finally got off the bed.
She walked up to him in an awkward fashion. He could tell that she hadn't worn them for long. He took a step back towards the wall, but she kept pursuing him. He eventually hit the wall as Alex walked up to him. She kissed him quickly.
"You know you want me," she smiled as she pulled away.
He couldn't resist her much longer. She walked away and turned around. She bent over and spread her ass a bit.
"You want my white pussy," she laughed while looking back at him.
He looked her over and bit his bottom lip. She stood upright and turned around. She slowly walked back to the bed and sat back down. She slid up the bed and spread he legs apart. Her pussy was in full view now. She motioned him to come closer with her right index finger.
