Ariana

Ariana unclipped the utility belt from her washboard waist. It fell to floor of her apartment with a thud. She pulled off the black Securitinator Inc. uniform shirt. It was a shitty, low paying company, but it made ends meet. She knew she couldn't ask her father to help her out.

She pulled off her SWAT boots and let her long, slender toes stretch. She sighed with relief, and scooted back on her bed. She let her body fall backwards onto the mattress, and took a few deep, relaxing breathes. She'd been working long shifts this week; 14 hours a day, every other day. She didn't have any energy to go out anymore.

Ariana sighed again, this time in resignation, and headed for the kitchen. She opened the fridge and pulled out a cheap Vodka, the kind that come a plastic bottle. She poured a coffee cup full and sat it on the counter. Aside from her Germanic beauty, she also inherited her father's drinking problem. She looked at a picture of her from Basic. She knew she looked good in uniform. Something about fatigue pants made her ass look perfect. She remembered the day Denise, her Drill Sgt, grabbed a handful of her ass while she lay in fox hole.

"Remember, don't make a sound, or you fail" her Sgt said to her. Later that night, she grabbed a lot more than her ass.