As a British Soldier Sergeant David Lewis was not where he wanted to be. At 24 even his admirers thought him young for his rank, the Parachute regiment had reluctantly given him a detached posting for 2 years so that he could gain administrative experience before he would return to take up his role as a platoon sergeant in the army's premier regiment.
That was how he had come to be posted to a Defense Logistics Base, He understood in a way that it would actually be a shot in the arm to his Career and it was only the high regard that the army held him in that had put him here. Still he struggled daily in a work environment that left him feeling frustrated.
Lewis was something of a high flyer after only 7 years in the army he was a sergeant a rank that many good Infantrymen would often take twice as long to reach. Decorated with the Military Medal in Iraq he was also something of a celebrity on the camp, on which the majority of the personal were either civilians or Royal Logistic Corps a group of people Lewis had little time for and would only grudgingly use the term soldiers to describe.
The Military Personal in the office he had found himself working in were a mixed bunch coming mostly from the Royal Logistics Corps. Corporal Lisa Hughes was the Office Clerk a short little blonde, and someone that seemed only too willing to live up to the blonde stereotype, lazy and bad tempered she was unsuited to any position of authority she was also easily led, Lewis had shagged her on his first night at the Regiment. He had been invited to the Corporal's mess for drinks in his honour. He had tired of it quickly and when approached by Hughes he had let vent.
She had a tight body with large fleshy tits, which were a preference of his. Ignoring her requests to take her to his room he had instead bent her over the pool table, the other people in the room taking his hitching up of her skirt and ripping off of her knickers as their queue to vacate. She went through the motions of protesting when he proceeded to place his cock against her arsehole but the only concession he gave her was a little well aimed spit as lubrication which she rubbed in herself. As lousy a soldier as she was he had to admit that she took it well clenching her internal muscles like a pro at the right times.
She had been no trouble since and was keen to repeat the experience whenever Lewis felt like it. She was always up for a discreet blowjob during working hours but Lewis had always refused to see her outside of work.
Corporal Lucy Taylor who was the Transport Clerk was a different sort and someone that Lewis grudgingly respected an army decathlon champion, wide shouldered and brawny with cropped hair she was no beauty, but she at least had a dedication to her job, like Lewis she hoped for better things from this posting.
Then there was Corporal David Norris, whose job was ill defined and primarily to keep out of trouble, Lewis considered Norris to be a friend so he owed the man some loyalty, he was also an experienced infantry soldier although a disenchanted one, at 39 he was counting the days until his pension. The army had put him here out of respect for his military service in the hope he would keep his head down until retirement.
Then there was the final member of the troop staff First lieutenant Alice Jones. Before he had even met her, he had been comprehensively briefed on Lieutenant Jones by one of her classmates at Sandhurst who knew her intimately.
That day of their first meeting nearly a year ago, Alice Jones had been in a nervous state. She had been under a cloud in the army, and the renewal of her commission normally formality was not certain even with her extensive family connections. She needed a good performance in her role as troop commander just to stay in the army. She had been six months in the job and her fall from grace that had begun two years earlier was still proceeding.
The thought of having to impose her will on a decorated combat Veteran, made her feel ill. Alice chosen path had been with the logistics corps and her only operational tour had been a disaster with her being sent home in disgrace. She also knew that Para's were notorious as being hard to manage, they prided themselves on it, and this Para was an army hero who had been feted at a special reception the night before at the officer's mess.
She had not gone due to a date, which had got her another in a constant line of rebukes from the Commanding Officer, who Sang Sergeant Lewis's praises to her and made sure she knew how lucky she was to have him and how he hoped Lewis could improve her own poor performance at the Regiment so far.
It was essential that she make a good first impression on the man. She carefully rehearsed a speech and arranged her office layout to the maximum effect. She was standing behind her desk when she heard the knock.
"Come in," she said.
Lewis marched in smartly and saluted as Alice reached out to shake hands, "Good morning Ma'am Sergeant David Lewis."
"Good Morning Sergeant," Alice said cursing inwardly drawing her hand back and starting her own salute.
"You're not wearing any head dress ma'am," Lewis said calmly.
"Bugger , bugger , bugger" she said mentally "well done Alice you've fucked it up already", it was all going tits up straight from the beginning "excuse me Sergeant" she made herself come to attention which was the accepted form for returning a salute when no head dress was worn.
"May I sit down ma'am?" Lewis asked already in the process of doing so.
Alice was completely flustered now and withdrew behind her desk. "So welcome to the unit Sergeant I hope you will..."
"Yes ma'am I was given a comprehensive brief by the CO last night"
"Yes ahm... okay so... Do you know what you'll be doing here Sergeant?" Alice was struggling to remember her prepared intro.
"I'm sure I'll figure it out Ma'am" Lewis said casually then he turned the conversation to what he wanted to talk about "I met a friend of yours in Basra ma'am."
"Yes and who was that?" Alice said curiously.
"Hugh Barlow."
"Oh..." Alice blanched, "and how... How is he?"
"Missing a leg," Lewis said simply, "you did hear he was wounded didn't you?"
"Yes, I've been meaning to get in touch but I've been so ..."
"Busy."
"Yes... busy," Alice's head was spinning it was all going wrong, Hugh Barlow fuck.
"Do you know him well?" Alice asked.
"Well familiarity between the ranks being discouraged and all that, he was my platoon commander. I got my Military Cross when he lost his leg; we shared a ward in the hospital."
"I'll write to him as soon as I get a chance," Alice said meekly.
"Yeah... Well like I said he was pretty annoyed you didn't write, I'm not sure if he has reason to be. It's not as if you denied him anything when you were together. Is it?"
Alice felt sick; she couldn't look at Lewis anymore.
"Anyway he wanted me to return something to you" Alice saw Lewis reach into his pocket and pull something out, It was only when he held it out in front of him that She realized what it was. A small black lace G-string With the words 'peek-a-boo' just about fitting onto the front panel, which Hugh Barlow had taken as a souvenir nearly a year and a half previously.
Alice started to panic; she couldn't form words, 'why had he done it' Lewis was right she had never denied Hugh Barlow anything, even if it left her feeling sore and humiliated. "Oh Jesus..." she whispered, even when he wanted to Leave a small video camera running when they had sex, she only made the quietest of protests. She looked at Lewis again, he was expressionless. He had seen the videos she knew he had.
Lewis tossed the v sting on to the table, "I've never really been turned on by women wearing slutty underwear." He pointed at the offending garment on the Table, "but I have a hard time reconciling that, with that uniform you're wearing now."
"Look Sergeant..." Alice began.
"Shut up, and stand up," Lewis said in a quite voice.
"I won't let you..."
"Be quite you silly bitch and stand up!" his voice becoming harder.
Alice obeyed instantly this time and then promptly started to cry.
"I swear to Christ if you don't get a grip of yourself you'll be the first woman I've ever slapped."
Alice stopped, "Please..." she begged tears running down her face.
Lewis knew she could shout at any time and half a dozen people would come running, he knew this had to be her choice.
"Are you wearing knickers now?" he asked.
Alice looked at him blankly, "O-of course," she stuttered, not realizing that even in answering the question she had given herself away, "I'm not a...."
"Like those?" he said pointing at the table.
"Ahm ... no I... don't...ah," she was feeling confused and humiliated the tears were still flowing down her face.
"Show me."
"What? No," Alice was getting more and more scared. "I want you to leave."
"Drop your trousers."
"Get out or I'll scream."
"Drop your trousers or I'll bend you over the desk and take them down myself."
"I'll scream...I'll..." she didn't know what she would do.
"And whoever comes will find you bent over the desk," he said simply.
"Look you have a choice to make in the next 5 seconds, drop your trousers, scream, or just stand there like an idiot and let me do it."
Alice looked at him again closely. For all her faults Alice Jones was not a stupid woman. She could scream and the troop staff would come running. She believed him when he said he'd pull her trousers down by force, she knew she couldn't fight him off by herself. If all he wanted was sex, well, she could put up with that.
Lewis was about to start counting down when she surprised him by unbuckling her belt, undid her trousers button and pushed them down to her ankles in a few motion and stood there displaying a yellow Thong
"Am I meant to take orders from you now..."
