Mercy adds some Spice

Mercy saw that Erickson was still on duty as she left the base. Her eyes gazed up and down the captain. She was fit with a toned ass and modest breasts. She was almost 30 and yet had a look of sorrow about her. Mercy knew she had seen combat plenty of times and hoped she might cheer the captain up.

As she left, she nodded to Erickson, "Well, I am off. I would have thought you would be home by now?"

Mina Erickson shrugged, "Cooper called in sick. I am taking his shift."

Mercy purred, "You must have a lot of staying power."

Mina smiled and rolled her eyes, used to Mercy's antics. "You have a safe night, Dr Ziegler."

"Oh I always use protection. But aren't you forgetting something?"

Mina looked at her quizzically, prompting Mercy to continue, "You haven't searched me. I could be hiding anything betwixt my tits."

Captain Erickson laughed and said, "Alright you slut, face the wall."

Mercy gasped in arousal and followed instruction. Mina got right up behind her so that Mercy could feel the captain's pelvis on her butt and her breasts on her back. Then she felt the captain's hands rove roughshod over her four breasts. They were squeezed and kneaded and Mercy involuntarily started grinding her butt into the captain's pelvis. She thought to herself, 'Oh Cooper is going to regret calling out if he hears about this!'

Too soon for Mercy the search ended, and Captain Erickson had a huge grin on her face. She was set for her next shift, "You are free to go, Dr Ziegler. Come back soon."

"Anytime."

Mercy then went home to her apartment. She quickly went to the bathroom to masturbate after her encounter with the good captain. Next she showered and freshened up. She applied her make up carefully as this was an important date she had with Pharah. This was the longest Mercy had been in a relationship without having sex since she became legal. Having a perverted personality, a big libido, and stupendous if exotic breasts basically guaranteed first date sex with almost any guy and most women who swung that way. But many of those ended up being one night stands instead of relationships as well. Mercy was now looking for something long term and real. Of course, she'd still want to have sex every day she could, but she loved Fareeha for so much more than that. So when Fareeha wanted to wait for their third date, Mercy was willing to do so.

Mercy got out one of her dresses that she could wear into a fancy restaurant. The plunging neck went to just below her breasts and with boob tape she could keep the fabric over enough of her tits for decency's sake. The red dress stopped just below her butt but enough to not show anything untoward. The back itself was full fabric just so it could still be called a dress. She then put on red four inch heels. Her hair was let down and maneuvered into wavy locks. Finally, she took her small black purse to complete the ensemble. She looked at herself in the mirror, makeup stylish and tasteful. Oh yeah, she was getting fucked tonight.

The restaurant itself was a fancy Italian joint. Mercy got there only a minute or so after Fareeha, who was just as done up as Mercy but in a much more conservative dress. It was a blue dress that showed only the top of Fareeha's D cup breasts. It was slinky but that did not help in Fareeha's relative lack of ass. It ended at around her knees. Fareeha saw Mercy and took in a breath, then noticed that everyone else was seeing Mercy and frowned which in turn made Mercy frown.

Mercy recovered quickly and enthusiastically greeted Pharah. The two were led to their table and soon Fareeha forgot all about everyone else as she and Mercy discussed work, life, hobbies, and even just silly things.

"I think that there are more wheels. I mean, toy companies alone make a ton of toy wheels. Not as many toy doors." Fareeha said.

"But think of all the apartment buildings! And most cars nowadays don't even have wheels!"

"Steering wheels."

"That doesn't count!"

"You tried to count cupboard doors!"

"They're doors!"

At this, Fareeha laughed which made Angela laugh. Having such a serious debate on this kind of inanity together was what made this so special to Mercy.

After the laughter died down, Fareeha took Angela's hands into hers, "I really like you."

Angela smiled while internally doing back flips, "I really like you too."

Pharah's smile then became strained as she began her next sentence, "I really like everything about you except that so frequently you become like a teenage boy and can only think of sex. I like sex too! But the way you speak of it and act sometimes is so prurient."

Mercy felt her heart sink a little. She knew that she had to defend herself, "Fareeha, everything about me is who I am. I love comedy musicals and the novels of Stephen King and sex. All of those interests are a part of me, and yes: I love sex a whole lot. Sex is great and while you may think that I talk about it too much or wear too little, it is as much a part of me as everything you fell in love with. If we want to be together, we have to accept each other. So Fareeha.... do you accept me?"