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"Get in," the man nodded towards the tunnel, though Joanna could see that he was pulling something from his belt at the same time, "we better get moving along."

The small item that was now held firmly in the man's hand looked to Joanna as a typical example of do-it-yourself engineering; a rectangular box of shiny metal served as the base from which a tangled wire work appeared, and a small screen was built into the box's top, along with a scroll wheel and a few buttons.

While the man brought the box down alongside Joanna's discarded helmet, the buxom sergeant noticed that Kelly was behaving in a manner that differed radically from hers; while Joanna was still doing her best to cover her tits and pussy with her hands, an act which would only have been useful if her arms were twice as wide or her cup-size half as large, Kelly was making no effort to hide her nudity as she stood a few feet away from her sergeant and the strange man.

Having become a lesbian in her late teens, a decision more based on the lack of men than any sexual preference, Joanna had never been too passionate about her sexuality, and that along with the rather scornful view that the armed forces took on sexual liaisons between its service-member had resulted in her having very few sexual relationships. Joanna had seen Kelly naked before, in the showers and while mounting their armour, and had barely noticed her.

But now, Joanna couldn't take her eyes of the blonde private, and she felt her tongue flicker over her own lush lips as she looked at the glistening, puffy lips of Kelly's sex, and the way in which her tanned skin hid her corded muscles.

Between them, the two women's bosoms had a double pair of D's between them, and now Joanna was gawking the hardness of Kelly's nipples.

At this point, Joanna became aware of the fact that Kelly was looking right back at her, her right eyebrow raised slightly at the way in which the NCO was trying to cover herself. Puckering her lips and placing her palm in front of her chin, Kelly blew Joanna a kiss, after which she let out a short, self-conscious giggle, the long bangs of shimmering hair swirling as she gently shook her head.

All this had transpired during the few seconds which the man had needed to put his home-made machine next to Joanna's helmet before swirling the wheel back and forth and punching the buttons in a semi-regular pattern.

Both women turned to look at him when he straightened back up, and the man grinned faintly when Joanna allowed her arms to drop, apparently no longer feeling the need to cover herself from him and Kelly.

"Alright," the man nodded his head, turning it to look at both of the women, "let's go."

They all walked up to the tunnel, and the man had Kelly and Joanna crawl into it ahead of him.

As she squatted down and felt the narrow walls of the tunnel scrape against the exposed skin of her strong shoulders, Joanna could make out the sound of approaching steps coming from the staircase leading down to the basement, before they were overpowered by the metallic scream which was brought about by the man pulling the hatch closed.

The man then punched his index-finger into the panel which was mounted onto the tunnel's wall right next to the door, the panel letting out a shrill beep by the time that he removed his hand from it.

The tunnel wasn't long at all; it ended in an exit similar to that on the other side after only twenty feet or so, but Joanna had thoroughly enjoyed the short journey due to the fact that Kelly had been walking in front of her, which allowed Joanna to gawk at the other woman's ass, even if the dim illumination had dulled the pleasantness of the experience to a certain extent.

Kelly seemed to be aware of what Joanna had been looking at, for she shot the brunette another playful smile when the two of them had exited the tunnel and stepped into what looked like an unused sewer system.

The man now exited the tunnel, and Joanna and Kelly got to watch as he did the same thing to the panel there as he had to that inside the tunnel itself.

"Security panels," the man informed the women, "we overrode the system, kind of scared the shit out of the corporates."

"Who's we?" It was Joanna who asked, partly because she was the highest ranking of the pair of delectable women, and partly because Kelly was far to busy admiring the man to say anything.

"You'll find out soon enough," the man promised, although he seemed to think that his vaguely put reply had dealt with the issue for now.

"Fine," Joanna replied, her anger over not getting a proper answer being dampened to an extent by the relief that she felt over actually being able to feel anything part from a deeply rooted eagerness to please the nearest man, "but then at least let us know who you are."

"I'm John," the man now appeared to view the offering of his name to Joanna and Kelly to be quite enough, "and now we have to get out of here."

As if to illustrate John's point, Joanna could hear someone banging on the far entrance to the tunnel.

Anxious to find out exactly what was going on, but increasingly horny and comfortable about being so, Joanna joined Kelly and John as they set out into the underground passage.

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