Stacy explains the rank system

As Naomi walked inside, she saw Sergeant Stacy leaning with her back against the wall, one heel up against it too. Her outfit had changed; now she was wearing a camouflage corset, with her boobs on display above it. She still had the boots on, but no fishnets, and she now wore a skirt that was more like a belt. Her straightened blonde hair hung behind her back.

It was only then that Naomi noticed the number above Stacy’s left breast: 53.

“Hey One-O-Three,” Stacy said. “Just to let you know that you’ve received a demerit for not keeping your uniform clean.”

Naomi stared blankly at the sergeant.

“Any demerits still on a ****’s file the following evening will earn them a punishment,” Stacy said. “Of the captain’s choosing.”

Naomi gulped; she couldn’t help but let her eyes drop to Stacy’s exposed chest.

“You like my tits huh? Maybe you should take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Sorry, Sergeant.”

“Look, here’s the deal.” Stacy sighed. “You can earn merits by entertaining the officers well later tonight. Who knows, maybe you can make sergeant like me. You need ten to make corporal, twenty for sergeant.”

“So you’re a **** too?”

Stacy nodded, looking away. “It’s a lot easier if you’re a sergeant. You get to order the other slaves about during the day, but you still have to entertain the officers in the evening. If you don’t do a good enough job, you can earn demerits and be demoted back with the rest of you. As a sergeant, you can also get demerits if the slaves you’re in charge of don’t perform well, so make sure you do a good job tonight, as I’m only two demerits away from being back down there.”

Naomi went with Stacy back to the dormitory, thinking about whether she wanted to be a sergeant, or if she wanted to screw Stacy over for the way she’d treated her so far.