An escort mission

Joanna stood at attention along with three of her fellow Agency troopers; Michelle, Inez and Rachel Cooper. Like her comrades, Joanna would be clad in a stealthsuit which clung to her like a second skin when going into combat, the garment fitting her so tight that the outline of her pussy was plain to see, and she had a very high-tech carbine slung over her shoulder, the weapon being equipped with the latest in targeting sensors and I-ammo. Michelle and Rachel were equipped in the same manner as Joanna, while Inez would be carrying a plasma rifle into combat.

No matter the type it was, each and every one of the weapons had been impregnated with the active substances in the stealth-suits, which meant that they were as invisible as their wielders. As they were still far from their area of operations, Joanna and her comrades were dressed in the standard “downtime” outfit; a tight olivedrab top and a black thong, with nothing to give away their unit or ranks, Joanna had been promoted to Master Sergeant while Inez was now a Gunnery Sergeant.

If the equipment differed from previous occasions, the same was true for the location. Rather than to take place in the Spartan environment of a military ship or on the ground on some hellhole of a planet, this time around Joanna was waiting to receive her orders in the lounge of a luxuriously decorated shuttle.

In the nine months that followed after the messy mission on Odin-6, Joanna had underwent an intense regime of physical, tactical and mental training which aimed to prepare her for her work as a black ops soldier. During those nine months, her lactation had finally ended, but the increase of her libido seemed to be permanent: she was no longer as horny as she had been during the retrieval of the probe, but Joanna still found herself being much more easy to arouse and much more keen on sexual activities, she had been intimate with every woman standing with her in the lounge. And it wasn’t just the standard kind of sex, some of the stuff which she had been introduced to had been pretty kinky.

Having been taken to the lounge and left there by one of the unit’s commanding officers with orders to wait there, the four women eventually heard footsteps and approaching voices, and would soon find themselves snapping to attention as they were faced with three new arrivals.

There were a couple of things which surprised Joanna about the newcomers. For one, they weren’t in uniform, but dressed in civilian clothes. Secondly, one of them was a man.

Joanna had seen men before, but certainly not a lot of them, and she had never really interacted with one of them.

And the man which now stood on the other side of the round table was almost agonizingly handsome; his skin having a lustrous dark tone which in combination with his jet-black hair made Joanna suspect that he was of what was usually referred to as an Indo-Persian ethnicity. The man, whose impressive nose and strong cheekbones caused Joanna to think that he resembled a bird of prey, seemed totally relaxed as he stood there in a very expensive suit, with Joanna paying great attention to the bulge on the front of his trousers. To his right stood a brunette clad in a flight suit without any markings, and on his left a black woman clad in a blue dress which was so miniscule that it just barely managed to cover her pussy.

“At ease ladies,” the man greeted the black ops soldiers, “I’m agent Drake of the Independent Defence Bureau, and you’re going with me to Cascade.”

Joanna had heard of the planet of Cascade. It was generally considered to be one of the Alliance’s worst planets: for whatever complicated reasons, the rule of law was famously compromised on Cascade, and the planet’s cities contained several areas which were as lawless as the most notorious of shadow ports.

As Drake informed them of this, a holographic projection of Cascade flowed up above the table, spinning round on its axis until the image shifted to portray one of the planet’s cities.

“Pirates got hold of a very expensive, very experimental piece of government kit not that long ago, and our job is to take it back by any means necessary. The pirates are believed to be based in the city of New Seville.”

Drake went on to explain the mission, telling the soldiers that their task was to stand-by aboard the shuttle while Drake made contact with the pirates, either to negotiate a deal with them or to learn the whereabouts of their base so that a properly sized military **** could sweep in and deal with them.

Doing her best to stifle her growing arousal at the sight of the man, Joanna listened as Michelle asked about the tactics which they were to employ.

“Standard ones, I should imagine,” Drake responded, “you’ll either pick us up in the vehicle stored aboard the shuttle or in the shuttle, I’ll leave that up to you and the exact circumstances around when we get to that bridge.”

“How will you initiate contact with the pirates?” Michelle asked next.

“Oh, that’s quite simple,” Drake cracked his lips into a discrete smile, “I shall be posing as a stripper and prostitute, with Miss Cartwright here acting as my pimp.”