Foreman

"Sergeant Foreman, reporting for duty, sir!"

"Come on in, Sergeant." You let her into your room where she quickly beging taking off her clothes. Once she wasn in the right uniform, you tell her, "Foreman, attention!" She snaps to attention as you inspect her. The best way you had of describing her was average. Average height. Average sized ass. Average chest. Shoulder length, brown hair. Average face. Her glasses give her a cute look at least. Still, nothing wrong with being average as far as you're concerned, she is still a welcome addition to your harem. "I heard you were the one who wrote that oath. You did a great job."

"Thank you, sir. I worked really hard on it."

"You can relax now." She assumes a more natural standing position. "So tell me, what do you think about your current job?"

"I'm very happy about it, sir. I really want to do my best for you. I know I'm not tall and gorgeous like the LT, or have a huge butt like Garcia, or exoticly beautiful like Zhang, and now you have Barnes, who is basically perfect. Still, I'll do whatever I can to make you happy, sir." Sounds like she has some serious confidence issues.

You put a hand on her shoulder. "I don't want you to be Garcia or Barnes. I want you to be you. You will make me just as happy as any of those other girls, I promise." You yawn. "Just not tonight. I'm exhausted. And that has nothing to do with who is on duty tonight," you rush to assure her. When you're in bed, you marvel at how each girl can feel so different against you, and yet all of them feel so good, in their own ways. Within minutes, you're asleep.