You had been escorted to the outpost on the outskirts of the town to be processed. It was a wholly pleasant experience, especially when the commander was 'helping' you fill out the forms. She was leaning over you, her military dress uniform unprofessionally unbuttoned, and you wear she had put on some perfume between you getting to the outpost and cleaning up and coming in to see the commander.
You had a hard time concentrating with her boobs hanging out of her shirt, and her perfume. And she knew it. As you left she gave you a note.
"Please come by my room tonight. I'd like to apologize for scaring the shit out of you."
She signed it, Captain Sara Simmons.
And so here you are walking through the outpost, trying your damnedest to ignore the soldiers looking at you like a piece of meat. At least you now knew how women felt in the previous world.
You step up to the door to the Captain's quarters and, after a quick breath knock on the door.
The door opens immediately to a smiling Sara Simmons, her blond hair draped sexily over her shoulders. All she wore was a white nightie. "You came. Thank you. I had thought you would be too afraid to show up...you'd think I'd bite your head off. Come in...and...well come in."
You smile easily at the woman, taking in her taut abdomen and her perky breasts. As soon as you are in, and she closes the door she's on you, kissing you deeply. "Oh, god...please. Make me a mom again...this damned plague...took both of my kids away from me, and my husband. Please...make me a mommy...please." She says, desperately feeling up your body.
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