James Carlson. Femshep’s admirer

The office door hisses open, a grand office befitting the famous caption. I start breathing heavy, sniffing up the scent of the figure in the chair. Shepard, she's even bigger than in the photos, and beautiful. I stare at her tits and imagine slapping them around and grabbing them. My cock hardens a bit in my pants and the outline begins to show. I make my way to her desk, my eyes not leaving her tits and plump dick sucking lips.

"Thanks for taking me, Captain.” The young boy says

Hey. I’m James Carlson. Or Jimmy as Im called by those around me. And I had just turned 18 a mere 12 ago. My parents didn’t really care much for me in all honesty. But as soon as I turned 18. I was required to serve in the alliance for a short period of time, just like all fresh adults. As a sort of way to “repay” them for keeping me safe or whatever.

It was a joke really. There wasn’t really a reason to be doing all this anymore. Especially when we had robots and those like mech things. Either way. I wasn’t too unhappy. You see I had been picked by Commander Jane Shepard out of all people to serve under. Yep. JANE FUCKING SHEPHARD. She was known as the woman who defeated the reaper fleet during the invasion of earth Many years back. I was too young to remember it at the time though unfortunately.

But do you know what I’m definitely not too young to remember. How fucking hot she is. At just 60 years old. She was fairly young for an alliance commander. And was possibly the hottest piece of ass in existence. And she knew this of course. Appearing in many lewd magazines. And even in the front cover of Wogue Magazine a number of times.

There was just something about her that made it almost impossible to not whip your cock out and dedicate a nice long GOONING session to the slut every time I saw her stupid fucking face. It was addicting.

James was probably what you’d call a Perverted misogynistic Creep if this story was set in 2023 that is. A boy that spent more time jerking off than studying showering or even walking. He was a downright disgusting boy. One that would probably be thrown in a lunatics asylum in a more “realistic” world. But this wasn’t a realistic world. Here. He was just “experimental”

Which is what made it all the weirder that she had actually recruited him to serve on her ship. With a promising internship. And a 9 figure salary. Deeming the boy as, quote on quote “promising, and achieving” Quite frankly. This was unheard of. She had never ever done this before. She usually only hired incredibly professional, uniquely talented and otherwise tremendously fucking hot women on board.

But back to the matter at hand. I was currently awaiting at the reception area of the Brighton docking bay on the citadel. This was the usual spot for when the famous System Alliance Starship. “SSV Normandy SR-1” ship arrived at the citadel.

That was when he had first seen the commander in her flesh For the first time. At the beginning of this story. Even more amazing and thrilling than he’d ever thought it would have been.

One thing he noticed though was her attire. You see while in public the Commander needed to be staunch and strict sure. But even this was dressing up a bit too much. She hardly ever wore these kind of things out an about. Which just made me confused. After all i basically knew ever outfit she’d ever worn in her life. I’ve seen enough paparazzi photos to tell after all.

She stood completely still and then suddenly told the other guards and officers to leave

“Commander, it’s commander not captain. I am lower than a captain. Now say that back to me squire!” She ordered with confidence and military leadership.

“Uhh Yes, Commander" I say lazily. I couldn't tell if she was angry or just annoyed, I just watched her fat tits sway around as she talked. My boner was solidifying in front of me and I gently begin to rub at it.

"Happy with that, Commander?" I said in a kind of cold, semi mocking tone. Not overdoing it of course. After all I did have the utmost respect for this bitch

But what surprised him was when she suddenly turned beat red. Anger flushing thorugh her red headed face.

“NO, say it again. Say ‘commander Shepard is lower than a captain. That captain being a man” she say as she cross her arms and stares at me sternly.

I could already tell that she had rehearsed this already. It was either that. Or she just did this all the time. Shouting at her lowers. Because they mistakenly thought she was more powerful than she thought she was.

I then reply again. Still nervously though of course

"Umm Commander Shepard is lower than a Captain. That captain is a man" I say, enjoying the image of Commander Shepard being under me... The noises and the mess I would make of her throat... I snap out of it and I look at the beautiful woman.

"Sorry, I was distracted by your tits." He has to be honest after all.

Her face hasn’t changed though after I demeaned her by using her sexual organs. In fact she just looked the same. As if I had said nothing at all. This gave me some courage to reinforce that behaviour. Solidify it into my normalised attitude that I’ll be speaking with in the coming future

“That’s fine recruit it happens a lot.” She says back sternly, confirming my theories directly. “BUT THATS STILL NOT GOOD ENOUGH SAY ‘commander jane Shepard is only a lowly commander. A commander being lower than a captain. And that captain being a man”

she shouts. all in one breath, exactly like those military drill sergeants you get in those old movies. Like that one from 200 years ago called “Full Metal Jacket” without the old times racism of course.

After her monologue she then breathing in again and starts shouting “so therefor commander Shepard is lower than a man’ SAY IT”

She was currently wearing her personally made custom N7 uniform. with her hands on my hips. The uniform being one that she had designed herself. unfortunately it does cover way too much skin for both of their our liking.

Another thing that shocked me was realising just how more muscular she actually was. Her biceps, triceps and abs beamed. Clearly defining just how built she actually was. Just like a brick wall.

She also stood much taller than me as well. At a height of 6’3 which wasn’t that tall for a lot of women these days. But still much taller than my 5’6 build. It felt like she was nearly a foot taller than me.

But after marvelling at her sheer size and build for a while. I resign myself to my fate and start to speak again.

“Commander Jane Shepard is only a lowly commander, and is lower then a man" I drawl. I do admit. She was starting to annoy me a bit.

So I began to stare at her body again. Her ass this time. So spankable...

I was already thinking of the ways I could accidentally grab it if I passed the interview. I'd get one or two handfuls and then jerk off immediately. Maybe I'd even leave a present for her... but that was for another time. Right now. I needed to ace this interview.

“Good job recruit. Now let’s get on with this.” She then turns around and starts to walk into the “office” It’s actually not an office but it was her temporary quarters that she owned on the citadel. It A small ish apartment, Roughly the size of a small mansion.

She always decide to have her interviews here instead of the alliance recommended interview chambers that she’d turned into a massive gaming room in the Normandy. With kitted out VR headsets and top of the range PCs with 200k graphics and equally powerful frames.

But just before we’re about to get started and we’re both inside her room. She sudden tubes to look at me and begins to say. “Hmm can you want it in here for a moment. I’m going to go get prepared some more” she says as she leaves the room.

Leaving me in her own temp quarters. On my own. own. With the entire quarters to myself. Only briefly albeit.