Reporting for Booty

To start let me thank my editors from the volunteer editor program, brucru and kenjisato. They helped turn my musings into a story. Any errors in spelling, grammar, or otherwise are mine by virtue of not taking their excellent advice.

That said this is the first of an unknown number of chapters in an interracial, group sex, power dynamics and lesbianism story. Not every story will include every theme, with the exception of interracial sex. If you aren't comfortable with some of those themes this series may not be for you.

Chapter 1

Metallic clicks filled the air, as two pairs of riding boots stalked down the hallway. She stiffened against the wall and felt the chair rail press against her bubble butt and the tight bun at the back of her head push on the wall. Soft brown eyes fixed on the wall across from her and tried not to flick toward the sound of approaching senior cadets. Shoulders back in her khaki uniform served to only thrust her ample chest further out. Even under normal circumstances, her chest always drew attention, but standing at attention only made it worse. A snicker from the approaching seniors brought heat up her face to her ears and the silver stud through each lobe. Her umber complexion concealed it from the two young men approaching where she stood.

"Hey meat! Stop blocking the hallway."

"Yeah, leave some room!"

No sooner had the second senior finished speaking than the door beside her flew open. Three heavy thumps echoed in the hallway, as a man emerged to block the way. Both seniors almost skidded to a halt as their boot taps screeched on the tile. The easy demeanor of a moment before evaporated with that tortured sound. Confidence bolstered by the pins and ribbons on their khaki uniform and tall brown riding boots, wilted as they were confronted by the slim red-haired man in camouflage.

"Sir," one croaked out.

"Major Reinhardt." The other cadet seemed to whisper as green eyes bore down on him.

"Mister Jacobs, Mister Upton. What is my rule on this floor?"

"No Corps Tradi— uh, Games, sir." They stumbled over each other.

Glowering at the two. "Why?"

"Because this floor is a military training environment, not part of the Corps. Sir."

"What did you call Cadet Thomas?"

Both male cadets stood silent, not daring to answer as he stared them down. The second cadet finally swallowed hard and spoke as those green eyes fixed his own.

"Meat. Sir." He flicked his eyes to meet the Major's and instantly looked away from the burning anger.

"Is she a piece of meat, Mister Upton? Does my hallway look like some slaughterhouse for sides of beef?"

"No, sir."

"How was she blocking the hallway as she stood at attention outside my office? Come on, Mister Jacobs, it was your voice telling her to leave some room. What about her is blocking the hallway?"

The answer was clear to all four of them. Only one thing stood out and could have been what the two young men were referring to. Neither one of them was willing to admit to it. Once called on it, nothing short of having their fingernails removed would have elicited an admission of the truth. Instead, both male cadets stood there and tried their best to look through Major Reinhardt while silently praying for the interrogation to end.

Standing by the wall, Cadet Thomas likewise tried not to look at anything while still watching the scene taking place in front of her. She knew the major's reputation for being a harsh disciplinarian, but this was the first time she had seen it for herself. Carl Upton had a reputation in the barracks as both a troublemaker and an asshole. The look on his face mirrored that of freshmen she had seen him harass in their outfit, Squadron 30. Seeing it made her fight the smile about to burst across her face.

Staring at the two cadets trying to become statues, he waited a moment longer before continuing, "Since neither of you gentlemen has anything more to say to me why don't you apologize to Miss Thomas."

The young men turned their heads, but Major Reinhardt broke in, "Turn and face her like men."

Both young men executed a precise military movement to face her, Mister Jacobs still pale from the ass chewing while Mister Upton had turned red from anger and humiliation.

Robert Jacobs spoke first, almost babbling as he spoke, "I am sorry Miss Thomas."

"For what, Mister Jacobs?"

"I was out of line telling you to get out of the way when clearly you were just waiting for the Major."

"Miss Thomas, do you accept?"

"Yessir." Her voice was high and almost squeaked, compared to the tenor of the male cadet and deep baritone of the Major.

Fierce green eyes fell on Mister Jacobs at that point. "You are not one of mine. Get off my floor and stay out of my hallway. If you have class in the academic wing, you take the center stairs and stay off the main staircase. Go."

Mister Jacobs turned to flee once released, but after two steps, turned back around realizing he was headed toward the newly forbidden main stairs. It was an act of will and total desire to get off the floor that kitted him past his fellow two cadets and the Major. After a moment he disappeared beyond the fire door, his clicking heels receding quickly.

The Major turned his attention to Carl Upton, "Mister Upton, your turn."

Grinding his teeth and speaking through a clenched jaw, "I am sorry, Miss Thomas..." he paused and swallowed angrily, "... For the way I spoke to you. It was inappropriate."

"Miss Thomas?"

"I accept the apology, sir."

"Mister Upton, you are one of mine. I ever hear this from you on my floor again, we will have a very different conversation that will deal with your future in the program. Dismissed."

Carl Upton shot Miss Thomas a glare before turning to walk out of the hallway and down the main stairs. His heels clicking with every step resounded with anger over the incident; shoulders squared, as if to indicate dignity but rather radiated petulance. He stopped abruptly when the Major called him from behind.

"Mister Upton, I know you are a leader in Miss Thomas' outfit in the barracks. You do not want me finding out that this incident followed her over there."

"Yessir." His voice was strained and grinding, before he disappeared down the stairs.

Turning his attention to the female cadet, his eyes glided over in a quick and professional appraisal. Without a word, he stepped back into his office and a moment later, his voice shot out into the hallway again. With the underlying anger of the last few minutes was gone, and only cool professionalism underpinned his words.

"Report, Cadet Thomas."

She turned and knocked once before taking two steps that centered her in front of the Major's desk, eyes fixed above his short hair. "Cadet Thomas reports as ordered, Sir."

Major Reinhardt did not look up from the paperwork on his desk for several moments before acknowledging her. "Do you know why you are here Cadet?"

"I failed my physical fitness test sir."

"All parts of it, Miss Thomas. It goes without saying this is unacceptable. I am taking you out of Corps PT because it is clearly not preparing you to meet our standards." He slid three sheets of paper across his desk at her. "One copy for your outfit commander, one copy for your Corps training officer, and one copy for yourself. Oh-five-hundred tomorrow morning and every morning outside the building. You and two other fails will be conducting training under my supervision. Understood."

"Yessir."

"Stand easy, Miss Thomas." He waited for her to move to parade rest and to look at him before continuing. "Are you okay after that incident in the hallway?"

"Sir?" She blinked hard at the question.

"Are you okay after the run-in with Mister Upton and Mister Jacobs? They were out of line, and I won't tolerate that shi—" He paused and visibly calmed himself before continuing, "I won't tolerate that behavior."

The young woman looked at the officer for a long moment, and felt something flutter in her chest. A nervous feeling crawled up her spine as his green eyes blazed with anger. She felt his anger was focused on her, but for her, for her benefit. She swallowed against the sudden dryness in her mouth so she could speak, "Yessir. It isn't the first time that my... ah... my... attributes have attracted comment."

He grunted in displeasure at her response, and she fought off a smile when he managed to keep his eyes fixed on her face, instead of dropping to her chest. It wasn't often that a man didn't look at her breasts when he talked to her, and especially not if they were mentioned specifically. The flutter in her chest seemed to migrate down to her stomach and she felt compelled to continue to speak when the silence grew uncomfortable.

"Thank you, regardless, Sir. I am sure that Carl, I mean Mister Upton, learned quite the lesson and will remember what you said."

He leaned back in his chair and the shift in position cast the fluorescent light across his face in a way that highlighted his sharp, angular features. His green eyes, fixed on her face, were bright with interest, but she couldn't tell just what kind. Normally guys wore their interest, almost always sexual, plainly on their face, but he was hard to read. The mystery of that moment made the nervous feeling start to burn and drop below her stomach.

"I will hear about any misconduct from Mister Upton. From you. Understood?" He steepled his fingers in front of his face, while his tone softened just a little around the edge.

"Yessir."

"Good. Dismissed, Miss Thomas. See you for physical training bright and early in the morning. Don't be late."

"Yessir! I won't be late to PT." She turned and marched from the room.

* * * * * *

Streetlamps and the light above doors lit the parking lot, as Lilly walked from the dorms to the military science building. She didn't see anyone else going in the same direction and rechecked her watch to make sure she wasn't late and would only be arriving a few minutes early. Another look behind her and there was no sign of the other two fails that were supposed to be at training this morning.

Turning the corner, she looked at the main entrance to the building and stopped. No one was there, neither of the other two cadets and not even Major Reinhardt. Another glance at her watch confirmed that she was still two minutes early and trying to contain the sense of panic forming in her middle. A look back toward the dorm confirmed no one was coming behind her. Quickly hustling toward the door, she missed the sound of feet hitting pavement behind her until a loud voice barked almost in her ear.

"On your left!" The words slammed into her as the Major shot by to her left side in a blur of blue and grey.

"Shit!" Lilly jumped in her own skin and nearly stumbled off the sidewalk into the grass. When Lilly regained enough physical and mental balance to look around, her eyes settled on the officer standing sixty feet away by the door to the building. It was not the first time she had seen him dressed for physical training, but as she approached, it was the first time she ever had the opportunity or reason to take a closer look.

The grey shirt clung to his lean torso with sweat and his long legs were almost hairless as they stuck out of dark blue running shorts. As she got closer, her eyes dropped and stuck when they settled on the bulge at the front of those shorts which was both unmistakable and almost as obvious as her own equally pronounced features.

Approaching him, she stopped short and fumbled awkwardly between coming to attention and a casual stance befitting the circumstances. Settling finally on hands behind her back, the stance pushed her breasts out against her dark red t-shirt. Fingers fiddled absently with the back of her jet-black shorts, the crinkle and rasp creating a quiet rustle and whisper that filled the early morning quiet. The only other sound was the man's breathing as he rested from his sprint past her.

"Sir, am I late?" She fidgeted nervously, while he twisted to stretch his back.

"No. Right on time. Your compatriots, however, are not." His tone was a little lighter than normal, even as there was a bit of bite to his final word.

"Oh, I was confused. Did... I mean you already worked out." She looked back toward the dorms again, wondering if the rest of the group was going to show up soon.

"I did my warmup, a quick two-mile around campus before we get going."

"Two miles is your warmup?" She looked back at the officer in disbelief.

"I normally run five to seven miles. I am prepping for a Tough Mudder in a couple weeks."

"I have heard about those. They sound fun but really hard."

"They can be a little tough." He chuckled at his own joke before checking his watch. "Well, no sense waiting. You are here, they aren't, so let's get going."

She did not even have time to nod before he was headed across the dark parking lot at a slow but terrain-eating pace. It took nearly a minute to finally catch up and fall in by his side on the wide sidewalks of the campus. The next few minutes, they ran in silence past red-brick buildings and large, manicured lawns as she tried to keep up with the pace he set and struggled to match his longer stride.

With a gasp, she choked out next to him, "Sir... can... we... slow... down. Please. To... fast."

Major Reinhardt immediately slowed down, so she could finally breathe. After a moment and catching her breath, "Thank you, sir. I was dying there."

"Then you should have spoken up sooner. I am going to push you, Miss Thomas, but you have to have the presence of mind to say when you are at your limit. Advocate for yourself."

"The Corps does- "

"This isn't the Corps, and I don't play Corps games." There was an edge of annoyance in his voice. His tone shifted almost immediately, as he stopped abruptly and stepped over into the grass on a small area next to an academic building. "Come over here. Now that you are warmed up, let's get a bit of a stretch in before we get to the real exercise."

Lilly walked back to where he had stopped and glanced up and down the sidewalk. They were on a cut through between two smaller academic buildings, with two large trees between them and the main sidewalk, and the windowless wall of a utility building on the other side. This put them generally out of sight of anyone on one of the main sidewalks, not that there was anyone on any of the sidewalks just a few minutes after five in the morning. The nervous feeling in her chest from the prior afternoon returned.

"Follow my lead." Command radiated through his voice.

Over the next few minutes, the Major demonstrated various stretches. First pulling his arms across his chest and then behind his head. She was acutely aware of how placing her arms behind her head pushed out her chest. His eyes never dropped from her face and the flutter in her chest moved down to her stomach as the thought of how different he was from the young men her age, and most men, for that matter, who would have been unable to avoid gawking.

After a few more exercises, the Major dropped onto his butt and Lilly followed suit. With one foot tucked against his groin and his other leg extended, she watched as he leaned forward and interlaced long fingers around the sole of his shoe. She mirrored his position, but could not match his flexibility, even as she strained and leaned as far forward as possible.

Suddenly, he shifted and threw his legs wide, demonstrating how flexible he was. Leaned forward as she was, it gave her an abrupt and focused look at his crotch. Her eyes locked on the large bulge in his small shorts. It took Lilly a moment to realize that she was staring and flicked her gaze up at the Major's face. Meeting his eyes, there was a hint that he had caught her looking, which sent heat coursing from her stomach to her face and pussy. Quickly closing her eyes, she silently thanked God for her dark complexion that hid the flush across her body.

Despite being sure the Major had caught her looking, he continued through a progression of stretches. Each time, he seemed to pause for just a moment and give her a different angle to look at him, but never in a way that was overt. As they shifted position, the wet morning grass soaked the back side of their shorts though, Lilly felt a different wetness growing each time she snuck a look at him.

Finally, he flipped on his stomach and lifted into a push-up position. When she did the same, it brought their faces close enough that a hard lurch forward would bring them together.

"Keep my pace, but set your own depth," Major Reinhardt, said in his deep voice. "Down!"

Lilly rolled over and set her hands on the ground, realizing too late she had moved onto a fresh patch of grass and her hands slipped in the dew. As he called out, she looked up and met his bright green eyes and had to swallow hard against a lump that formed in her throat. When he lowered himself in the pushup, she tried to match, but her breasts hit the grass and her shirt and bra instantly soaked through with the dew, her nipples hardening from the cool water. Silently, Lilly mouthed 'fuck' as she shot back up to the starting position.

"Trouble, Miss Thomas?"

"No, sir."

"Keep the pace then." His voice had an undercurrent that bordered on knowing amusement.

The undercurrent did not change as he worked them through twenty push-ups. His eyes flicked from her face to her arms, and he encouraged her to try to get lower when she did not flex enough to hit the required ninety-degree angle.

"On your back." He matched words to action and turned so his feet were toward her and he was on his back with hands under his butt.

When she did the same and picked her head up to watch him, her breasts blocked her view and she quickly shuffled to a different angle. Doing that just soaked her shirt more. Lilly shook her head trying to ignore that and focused on the Major as he started a series of flutter kicks and she tried to keep up. His deep voice drumming out the beat, her thighs rubbing together with each kick, and hard nipples rubbing under her shifting clingy shirt, her mind slipped to sex. Closing her eyes, her imagination filled with an image of just how big the Major must have been.

"I applaud the effort, Miss Thomas, but prefer your attention." A hint of a smile tugged at one corner of his mouth.

Lilly's eyes snapped open, and he was standing over her as she kicked her feet in the air again before dropping them into the grass. "Sir?"

"I called stop and up, and you just lay there, eyes closed. If you hadn't kept kicking, I would have assumed you were asleep. Just really like flutter kicks?"

Her eyes darted to his leg and straight up the flared leg of his shorts as her brain stayed partially engaged in her previous thought. It was too dark, and the liner kept her from seeing anything in that split second before she realized what she had done. Embarrassment washed over her when she shifted to look at him, the smile pushed at both corners of his mouth.

Major Reinhardt extended his hand toward her. "Come on, we need to get the real run in and you back before formation."

She grabbed his hand and was pulled up to her feet almost effortlessly. "Yessir. Ah sorry, I was trying to... focus on the exercise. Keeping my core tight and everything." She snapped her mouth shut to try to stem the flow of babble. He kept eye contact the entire time she was speaking, but she still crossed her arms over her chest to hide her nipples as they showed through her bra and shirt.

"Keep up and speak up if the pace is too much. I will keep it slower this time." He stepped out onto the sidewalk and started a slow jog back toward the main path. His head never turned to check if she was following because he knew that she would.