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1st Sargeant Joel Hogwood stood looking at the athletic figure of Quartermaster Anderson as she went about her daily exercise routine in the gym.
Her short red hair glistening with perspiration as did her white pale skin. He looked at her long toned legs and could not help but grin. Woman looked amazing considering she was in her 40's.
He approached her as she stood up from from doing press ups and offered her a towel.
"Look smoking hot, Red." He told her truthfully.
She rolled her eyes and took the towel wiping the sweat from her face, panting.
"What do you want this time, Joe?"
He looked at her fro head to two letting his gaze cover every inch of flesh he could.
"I can think of a few things..." he replied stroking his beard.
"Yeah I bet you can." she said and throw the towel at his face. He caught it and smell it.
"You are such a pig, Hogwood."
He nodded. "Ain't that the truth." he smiled. "Stop your sweet talk woman. I need a favour,"
"You have used all your favours, Sargeant." she declared with a glint in her eyes as she started to stretch in front of him.
"Oh?!? I thought I had bought myself a line of credit after last time." he grinned dirtily starting to get distracted with her moves. They way her legs appeared to go one forever. ~hmmmmm~
"Don't flatter yourself, Marine. You were adequate. And stop looking at me like you wanna ride me."
He opened his mouth and grabbed at his chest in mock outrage.
"You wound me."
"What do you want Hogwood?" she said reaching with her fingers to touch her toes.
"A trade." he told her simply.
Hogwood told her straight about the deal he had going on and how she could help.
"No beating up around the bush with you is there?" she asked. "I can get you thrown into the brig and court-martialled."
"You could, but then who would get you your stims?" he grinned coming closer to her. She was at least a head taller than him. He looked into her green eyes.
"Plus, where are you going to get a service like mine?"
"Don't flatter yourself, pup."
He did not flinch and kept looking into her eyes.
She shook her head and laughed.
"Twenty two hundred hours in my quarters. Don't be late. I am going to make you work for it this time."
He licked his bottom lip suggestively. "Promises, promises." and walked away.
It was going to be a long night...