First Story - Callsign "Chaos"

[aburke]

Obligatory "Never posted here" before.  Fair warning, this gets fairly violent and has explicit descriptions of sex.  Thoughts and feedback appreciated, as I'm considering writing more with this character.


Chelsea walked quickly and deliberately up the gravel road.  Her destination, a stucco-clad mansion with a clay tile roof, loomed just above the palm trees and undergrowth.  She called up her memory of the map they’d shown her the evening before, remembering that the road up ahead would curve first to the left, then the right.  The air was heavy with heat and humidity, a thin sheen of sweat already coating her body as she made her way to the target.  She quickened her pace, taking longer strides to shorten the journey.  Her boots crunched the gravel beneath her feet, her calves tensed with each step. 

The long, sloping incline up the road was starting to make her shins burn, the defined muscle becoming more and more pronounced with each step.  Each step saw the interplay of her muscle.  As her foot touched the ground, her quad would come into stark relief, the bulging muscle all but exploding with the simple act of taking a step.  Her hamstrings were massive, defined and striated, sloping into a thick, muscular ass.  Her dark blue workout shorts hugged her body like a second skin, just barely reaching down past her tight, firm glutes.  While her powerful physique made her appearance anything but typical, anyone walking past would have simply assumed she was out for a walk on a beautiful day in this island paradise. 

That is, until they looked above her powerful legs and ass to see what else she was wearing.  Her cut, defined abs flanked by a deep adonis belt that was covered by a tan, canvas duty belt covered in several MOLLE pouches which held grenades and explosives.  The small of her back was covered by a sheathed KABAR TDR knife, the handle sticking out behind her and to the right.  Her trim abdomen and waist gave way to full, firm breasts, barely contained by a black sports bra.  Her shoulders were partially covered by a chest holster, the right side held two magazines, and the left a matte black Desert Eagle chambered in .50 AE with a suppressor attached.  Strapped across her broad, muscular back, she carried a Mk. 48 light machine gun.  This weapon had been customized to accept 100 round box magazines, and she carried 4 of them in custom made pouches which rested above her knife.  Her arms hung at her side, swinging nonchalantly with each step.  Her thick beefy biceps, bunching and tensing with each swing, coupled with massive triceps made her arms look absolutely enormous. 

She looked imposing, powerful, strong, and unstoppable.  She stood about 5’10”, with shoulder-length, dirty blonde hair that was pulled up into a ponytail.  She was stunningly beautiful, with piercing blue eyes.  She looked determined, unwilling to stop her almost methodical advance up the roadway.  Even though she carried a small armory on her body, she seemed not to be bothered by the weight.  She had trained for years, both while serving in the military and now as a private contractor, for exactly this type of work.  She continued her approach, seemingly unconcerned with whatever required her to be so heavily armed.  She almost looked as if she was walking for her own pleasure, rather than making her way to the mansion to visit carnage on all those inside.  Her unassuming gait and unconcerned demeanor belied the excitement she felt within herself.

    She approached the garage. Standing outside the door, she drew her pistol, took a deep breath and kicked it open.  Inside, she saw 4 armed men - one immediately to her right, two on the far side of the garage behind 2 parked cars, and one at the far end of the room.  There was a door along the wall to her left.  “Hello, boys” she shouted, immediately firing her pistol twice into the chest of the man nearest on her right.  She moved her gaze and aim to the right, firing a round into the chest and head of each of the two men on the far side of the room.  She used the remaining bullet to shoot the man in front of her in the head.  The suppressor did little to quiet the deafening firearm..
 
    She heard shuffling behind the door to her left, and it suddenly burst open.  Another armed guard walked out, momentarily stunned by the scene before him.  4 other guards lay dead, brutally killed by a massive woman standing there half-naked holding a gun.  She had no chance to reload before this new target would act, so she attacked quickly and violently.  She closed the distance between them, swatting his gun out of his right hand with her left, and savagely slamming the butt of the massive handgun into the left side of his jaw. 

His jaw was shattered, his ears ringing, and pain was shooting up his arm from where she struck him in the wrist.  Fighting through the pain, he reached for the knife that he kept on the left side of his duty belt.  Seeing the motion, she brought the pistol back across the right side of his face, slamming the hot barrel into his nose and right orbital bone.  She gained a moment as he reacted to the fresh pain.  She leapt up with her right leg, wrapping her left around his waist and taking him down to the ground into a rear naked choke.  She rolled him to her left, reaching for her knife with her right hand.  He struggled against her, but couldn’t gain purchase.  She quickly stabbed the short blade into the right side of his neck, roughly dragging it through his blood vessels and trachea to the left side.  The action nearly decapitated him, and sprayed blood all over the room and her chest.

She threw him off her and stood up, taking a brief moment to size up the room.  5 men lay on the ground.  The man by the door was blown backwards between the car and the garage door by the force of the two bullets she’d put in his chest.  He was clearly dead.  She quickly reloaded the Desert Eagle, leaving only two 7 round magazines for the rest of the assault.  She walked over to the man at the far end of the garage, verifying that he too was dead.  One of the men on the far side of the cars stirred.  She’d thrown a shot and had missed his head.  The shot to his chest would likely kill him given time, but she couldn’t take any chances.  She walked over and nonchalantly put a bullet in his head. 

She quickly assessed herself, finding no wounds or injuries.  Her chest was covered in blood from the man she’d grappled with. “God-dammit” she whispered to herself “This always happens…”  Finally, she listened carefully for any noise outside the garage.  She didn’t hear any alarms or commotion.  She hadn’t seen any cameras on the outside of the buildings, but the mansion guards would likely be there soon to check in on them if they didn’t respond to radio calls.  For half a moment, she considered moving the bodies into the small storage room the 5th man had walked out of.  She decided against it.  She’d likely already be raising all sorts of hell before the security crew came to check on these men.  She smirked as she felt her nipples harden at the thought of what she was about to do…

She made her way up the driveway towards the gate.  From the intel she received before arriving, she knew that there is a small gatehouse with a camera on the front of it.  She approached the outside of the gate, tossing a rock against the wall.  The guard bent himself over to get under the gate and began searching the area to investigate the sound.  She quickly crouched through the undergrowth and slipped underneath the gate, dodging the camera’s range of view.  Inside the gatehouse, she saw a DVD recording setup which she quickly disabled.  She heard the guard returning and slid between the wall and the door. 

As the door shut, she sprang into action.  Taking a single step forward with her right left, she thrust her knee into the back of his, compromising his hamstring and taking him off balance for a moment.  In this split second, she snaked her thick arms around his neck and began choking him out.  She knew she had to kill him, then and there.  She also knew that it would take several minutes of continuous pressure to suffocate him.  During that time, he could take control of the situation in any number of ways.  She needed both arms to maintain the choke hold, so reaching for her knife wasn’t an option.

Having sized up the situation, she acted.  She leaned back on her left leg and raising her right foot.  Her thigh bunched up tightly and her hamstring contracted before she sharply kicked at the lower portion of his calf.  She was rewarded with a harsh, wet crack, as at least one of the bones in his lower leg broke.  He jerked sharply at the pain, unable to breath but continuing to struggle. She repeated the motion, this time leaning back on her right leg and kicking sharply with her right.  This kick was even more devastating, resulting in two bits of bone popping out through the skin on his left shin.  She continued squeezing, holding up his weight almost effortlessly.  While it would still take several minutes for him to die, he at least wasn’t able to struggle as effectively and soon succumbed to pain and hypoxia.  It was a dirty, brutal kill; but it had been effective.  The alarm still hadn’t been raised, and she could now begin to make her way

The gatehouse radio beeped “Gatehouse, this is Central.  Still waiting on an update on the garage crew.  And why the fuck did you turn off your camera?”  She knew she only had a few moments.  She quickly reached into a pouch on her duty belt and removed a small piece of C-4, pre-rigged to detonate, and tripwire.  She hurriedly stretched the wire along the path of the doorway so that the explosive would detonate only when the door was fully open.  The force of the blast would likely only kill one or two of the men on the team, but would disorient the others and give her a few moments to begin making her way through the mansion. 

She felt the blood pumping through her arms and thighs.  She loved the pump she got when she was on a mission.  She sprinted along the edge of the wall towards the mansion.  She quickly assessed her options for entrance, confirming what intel had shared with her before her arrival.  The great room had an external wall made up entirely of windows.  Just to the left of it, inset a bit from the wall of the great room, was the main door to the house.  The north wing of the mansion extended to her left.  She knew that around the corner of the house was an exterior door that led to the kitchen and into the dining room. 

Her entrance had been meticulously plotted, and everything was going according to plan.  She waited patiently for the security crew to go check on the gatehouse and garage.  She felt sweat dripping down her body, running in between the creases of her muscles.  The blood on her chest had slickened again, mixing with the sweat from her exertion.  While she hated the thought of having someone else’s fluids on her body, she couldn’t wait for the terrified looks that she’d soon see on her helpless victims.  The thought of entering the building, a vision of sex and power, a blood-soaked amazon ready to visit carnage upon everyone inside.  She tentatively ran her hand across her abs and down into her shorts.  Her fingers had just reached her engorged clit as the main door flew open.

“God-dammit…” she muttered.  8 men exited the house and ran down the driveway towards the gatehouse.  She reluctantly removed her hand from her clit, and nonchalantly walked up to the door.  She opened one of the pouches on her belt and placed a series of small charges on the hinges and lock of the double doors.  She carefully stretched a wire out towards the corner of the great room exterior wall, placing a small pedal detonator on the ground.  She then crouched down below the level of the windows, making her way carefully to their far end.  Upon reaching the end of the windows, she heard a satisfying explosion from the gatehouse.  She stood up, unclipping one of the grenades from her belt.

Inside the great room, half a dozen guards were in various states of relaxation.  Two were seated on the chairs and lounges spread around the room.  Two were by the archway that led into the entryway.  The other two stood by a door at the rear of the room, which led to the study of the man they’d been hired to protect.  He was in there now, doing whatever protectees do in the early afternoon when they can’t leave the house for fear of assassination.  One of the two by the study door saw movement outside the windows, movement which made less sense the longer he looked at it.  He saw a woman in what looked like workout gear slowly walking past the windows.  Upon looking more closely, he saw that she was armed.  He reached for his PDW just in time to see her throw a grenade like a baseball through the southernmost window.  She then started sprinting, throwing 3 more grenades through the windows in rapid succession.  He called out and began firing just as the first grenade detonated.

Outside, she stopped running once she reached the front door.  She stood for a moment and paused, feeling a rush as she heard the grenades detonating.  She unslung her Mk 48, checking the chamber.  She took a deep breath, and then stomped her foot down on the detonator.  The detonator caused the 5 charges she’d placed to explode inwards.  The doors were largely shattered by the force, the lock and hinges all but disintegrated.  She stepped carefully, but quickly, through the shattered bits of wood and metal.  She’d been sent to do two things: Kill the target, and make it look like the work of a heavily-armed but amateur hit-squad.  She fucking loved jobs like this.

As the dust cleared, she crouched down in the hallway, extending her left leg outwards and putting most of her weight on her right.  This accomplished two things.  The first was to make her a smaller target, and the second was to provide more stability for the weapon as she fired it. It also had the tertiary effect of making her ass and quads pop, something which regularly drew attention on training ranges back at headquarters.  The room was small, but served as a crossroads for most of the house.  To her immediate left was a set of stairs which she remembered led to the second floor and bedrooms. Just past that was a small split-level stairway that led to the dining room and kitchen.  Beyond that was a stairway and hall that led to the outdoor pool.  To her immediate right was the archway into the great room, and just past that was a hallway that led to an alternate access for the pool and patio.

She quickly identified four targets.  One to her left on the staircase, one near the entrance to the pool, and two standing straight in front of her at the far end of the room.  She fired a 7 round burst from the left to the right, cutting down the man on the stairs and causing the one by the pool entrance to duck for cover.  She immediately fired off another 7 round burst at each of the men at the end of the hallway.  The first took four to the groin and lower abdomen, the second took 5 to the chest and head.  She discounted them as targets, making a note to later verify that they were dead.  She then zeroed in on the man taking cover near the dining room stairs. 

She began firing 5-7 round bursts at the area around him, attempting to suppress him and keep him under cover.  As she did this, she stood and began walking towards the great room.  In between bursts, she quickly glanced into the great room, surveying the carnage she’d left with the grenades earlier.  The room was a mess of explosive residue, broken furniture, bodies, and gore.  She could only identify 5 bodies, but hadn’t gotten a good count in the split second before she’d begun to throw the grenades. 

She decided to clear the great room first, and fired another burst at the stairs before ducking inside.  Immediately inside the entrance she found a 6th gunman, taking him by surprise.  He was too close for her to fire and be sure she’d hit him, so she closed the distance and slammed the muzzle of the weapon into his face.  He called out loudly, but she couldn’t hear what he said before she fired a 5 round burst.  He crumpled to the ground instantly, his head a pulverized mess of blood and tissue.  She quickly turned, leaning into the archway to fire another burst at the man by the stairs.  He’d seized the opportunity to make his way towards her, but hadn’t moved quickly enough.  The first burst she fired hit him in the knee, causing him to cartwheel towards the floor.  She moved towards him, firing two 5 round bursts into his back as he lay on the floor.  At this point, she knew that everyone left in the house knew where to find her.  She needed an advantage.  She ducked out the door she’d entered, turning hard to her right.

She had to move quickly if this was going to work.  She slung the Mk48 across her back and ran towards the kitchen door.  She drew the Desert Eagle, holding it at belly button level to her right side with both hands.  As she rounded the corner, she saw another armed man.  She quickly fired three rounds, putting one in his abdomen, one in the right side of his chest, and one in the left side of his chest, near his heart.  He flew backwards toward the ground, motionless.  She threw her shoulder into the door, identified another armed man in the room, and fired twice into center mass.  Another man was dead, having had no chance to react before slumping to the ground. 

She dropped her magazine,inserted the final 7 round magazine, and holstered the weapon.  She drew the Mk 48, wrenched the magazine from the port, slammed home another one, and worked the charging handle to ensure that a round was chambered.  This was the part that could get dicey.  From her intel, she knew that the dining room had only one way in and out.  Once she entered, she had to be able to gain the upper hand, or else she’d be pinned and likely wouldn’t make it out of this alive.  She bit her lip, thinking about how fucking cool this was going to be.

She threw the door open, immediately recognizing a half a dozen armed guards standing in the entryway.  She reasoned that these were the men on the team sent to   Her plan had been to make it look like she’d left the estate, and it had worked.  She drew the weapon up to her shoulder and let loose.  She wasn’t firing bursts anymore.  She wasn’t aiming carefully.  She had her finger on the trigger and was trying to get as many bullets down range as possible.  Her arms bulged as she held the weapon on target, spraying lead into the mass of armed men.  As she felt the weapon begin to climb, she crouched down slightly and leaned forward, tensing her ass and quads and engaging her abs to keep the weapon steady.  Most trained soldiers can’t fire a light machine gun cyclic from a standing position, but she wasn’t most trained soldiers. 

She was stronger.  Faster.  Better.  And that made her so horny.  She could feel her tits jiggle with the recoil of the weapon, causing her already hard nipples to rub against the fabric of her sports bra.  She was wet before she walked in the building, and now she was ready to explode.  She fucking loved her job.  She finally let off the trigger after firing off half the magazine.  The 6 men lay dead, ripped apart by the lead she’d sprayed at them.  Intel said there were 20-25 guards on site.  There was still so much fun to be had…

She jogged through the entryway, stepping carefully over the slaughtered bodies.  She made her way towards the study, knowing full well that there was no way the target would be inside.  Wrenching the door open, she was greeted by an armed guard.  He’d been making his way towards the gun fire, and stepped back quickly when she opened the door.  She was already leaning forward, having stepped through the door.  She decided to make the most of the momentum, and ran headlong into him.  He wasn’t expecting a nearly 200lb behemoth to tackle him, and was caught off balance.

She slammed him into the wall, quickly reaching behind her to grab her knife.  She stabbed the sharp edge of the blade into the space between his neck and his left collar bone, then drew it sharply to his right.  The cut sliced through his carotid artery, but the blade got caught in the rings of his trachea, and realized that this wouldn’t be a clean kill.  He couldn’t call out, because she’d cut through his windpipe, but he wasn’t completely out of the fight yet.  She realized she’d have to do her best to immobilize him with pain until blood loss did the job.  She leaned back, grabbed his shoulder, and twisted his shoulder to her left.  She began to repeatedly stab the blade into his lower back, aiming for his kidneys.  The pain was excruciating, and he quickly doubled over and passed out on the floor.  She found herself covered with more blood, but didn’t have the chance to lament this time.

She quickly walked over to the computer sitting on the desk, sheathing the knife as she went.  She’d been briefed on the mansion security system, she tapped a few keys and initiated the lock down sequence.  The alarm had already been raised, but now there was no way anyone could escape.  She picked up the tower, her arms barely registering the negligible weight of the computer, and slammed it down on the ground.  Probably unnecessary, but she figured it would help with making this look like the work of amateurs.  She drew the Mk 48.  She kicked open the door at the rear of the study, which led to a small patio space.  Two guards were standing there, having heard the commotion.  They were not, however, prepared for what they saw.

A woman, standing nearly 6 ft tall, with arms that put most bodybuilders to shame, and quads that looked like they crushed watermelons for fun.  She was covered in blood and viscera, with a crazed look of blood lust in her eyes.  They raised their weapons, but couldn’t fire before being cut down in two quick bursts.  She crossed the patio, seeing two doors which she knew led to a three-room guests suite.  She chose the door on the right, which intel said led to the bedroom.  She catapulted through the door, spraying the room with gunfire and leaving another guard dead.  She quickly made her way through the rest of the suite, leaving two more guards in puddles of their own blood.

Intel had indicated that the door at the far end of the suite led to the pool and patio area.  By her count, only the target and one more guard remained.  She kicked open the door, and saw him.  Her query was crouched on the ground, cowering behind a patio table. She stepped towards him, and he began begging  “Please, I can pay you, I’ll do anything, just let me get out of here.”  “I don’t know who you are, and frankly, I don’t give a fuck.” she spat, “They told me to come in here, fuck shit up, and make sure you died horribly.  So that’s what’s going to happen.”  He ran.  She followed after, menacingly slowly.  The patio was walled in, and the gate was 8 feet tall.  She knew he couldn’t clear it.  She also knew that she wanted to savor this.  She didn’t often get assignments like this, and she wasn’t about to waste it by rushing.

He began frantically pounding numbers into the keypad of the gate.  “You’re on lock down, bitch.  There’s nowhere to run.”  He turned and faced her, looking desperately for anything he could use as a weapon.  Seeing nothing, he ran at her headlong.  She was ready for his haphazard attack, and threw an effortless right hook at his face.  He crumpled to the ground, instantly.  She reached down, picking him up by the neck and bringing him back to his feet.  “Now, the guys at headquarters want me to make this look like it wasn’t a single professional.  I’d say I’m sorry for what’s about to happen, but that’d be a flat out lie.”

She roughly grabbed the back of his head with both hands, drawing it down and driving her knee up until the two met, brutally smashing his face and breaking his nose.  He screamed, and she felt her nipples harden again.  She leaned back, driving the heel of her foot into his chest.  He flew backward into the gate.  She took a step forward, and began to punch him in the chest and torso, using him as a human punching bag.  After a minute or so of brutal assault, she let him fall to the ground.  She swaggered around his limp form, her thighs tensing and bunching with each step.  He was still breathing, but she could see that one side of his chest wasn’t rising anymore.  She’d probably broken all of his ribs and definitely collapsed his lung.  Satisfied with the message this would send, she drew the Desert Eagle and fired into his limp body 5 times.

She walked quickly across the patio to go back through the entryway.  “Jesus christ…” she heard someone curse as she entered the building.  She saw him, one final guard standing amidst the chaos and carnage she’d visited upon this opulent mansion.  She drew her pistol  “Don’t fucking move,” she said.  “If you put the gun down, you might live through this.  If you try anything, I’ll slaughter just like I did these other fucks.”  He obeyed, setting his PDW on the ground.  She sauntered over, holstering the pistol.  “Here’s what you need to understand.  Killing like this?  It makes he horny as hell.  I’m ready to fuck, now, and I’m going to fuck you, now.  If you can make me cum, I’ll let you live.  If you can’t, I’ll beat you to death.  Now take off your clothes.”  He obeyed, immediately.  She unbuckled her duty belt, slid off her shorts, but left on her bra and holster.  “Another thing: If you cum inside me, I’ll break your goddamn pelvis and let you bleed to death.”

She shoved him against the wall, kissing him roughly, probing his mouth with her tongue.  She ran her hands over his torso, wrapping one of them around his cock.  She felt it begin to harden.  She smirked and bit his lip.  “That didn’t take much…  It usually doesn’t with you weak fucks.”  She threw him to the ground, then reached up and ripped open her blood-soaked bra.  She squatted down, straddling his body and rubbing her taut, firm ass against his rapidly hardening cock.  “Put your hands on my tits.  Focus on my nipples.”  He obeyed.  What choice did he have?  While he played with her firm breasts, she ran her hands down her rigid abs, trailing their way to her hard clit.  She began to swirl her fingers around it.  She was so fucking wet.  She’d been ready to cum since she blew the doors off this place.  She slid downwards on his body, running her ass and her wet slit over his now rock-hard cock.  Reaching the tip, she slowly slid forward, taking in his full length. 

She began to ride him, her thighs and ass bunching and tightening with each movement.  She rocked her hips backward and forward, rubbing her clit against his shaft with each thrust.  It felt so fucking incredible.  His hands fell from her tits as he tried his best to meet her thrusting.  “Lay still and get your goddamn hands back up there.”  He obeyed, trying frantically to hold back the inevitable.  She could feel the orgasm beginning to build deep within her.  Waves of pleasure coursed through her as her clit rubbed against the base of his cock.  His fullness stretched her tight pussy, further intensifying the pleasure she was feeling.  She began to moan, getting closer and closer to the orgasm she so desperately needed after wreaking havoc in the mansion.  She loved her power, reveled in it.  Missions like these, where she was free to absolutely wreck the place, made her so incredibly horny.

As he brought his hands back to her incredible, firm breasts, he realized that he couldn’t hold on any longer.  Her velvety pussy felt incredible around his cock, her moans were making him so damn hot, and the fear of her threat only intensified the orgasm that was building deep inside him, and before he realized it was happening, he came intensely.  Waves of pleasure surged through his cock, and he groaned uncontrollably as he felt the most intense orgasm of his life. 

“Jesus fucking christ, you weak piece of shit!” she screamed.  She launched herself off of him as he ejaculated.  As the orgasm coursed through his body he surged upwards, raising his upper body off the ground.  She shoved him in the middle of his chest, slamming him back to the ground.  She tightened her fists and punched him twice, once on each side of his chest.  Her triceps bunched up into horseshoes as she drove her fists into his ribs, shattering 3 or 4 of them on each side.  He gasped at the pain, the sudden shock of being in such extreme pleasure to suddenly experiencing intense pain was nearly unbearable.

Then, she made good on her earlier promise.  “Weak fucks like you always cum too early...”  She lowered her hips again, bringing her slit back down to his rapidly deflating cock.  She brought her thighs together on either side of his pelvis, slowly but surely squeezing them together harder and harder.  The pressure he felt on either side of his hips began to intensify, and didn’t show any signs of stopping.  “Should have held on a little longer, you dumb shit…” she whispered.  Suddenly, she snap-flexed her thighs and squeezed them as tightly as she could around his pelvis.  Her bulging quads exploded, flaring out on either side of him as she poured unbearable pressure onto his over-matched hips.  She felt two distinct cracks, which could be heard audibly in the room.  He screamed, feeling the most intense pain of his life.

“You’re dying right now.  Not as quickly as your stupid, fucking friends here, but you’re dying all the same.  You can still make it, though…”  She leaned forward, putting her hands on the ground above his head and sliding her hips up his chest.  “You’re going to clean your nasty jizz off my pussy, and then you’re going to lick and suck my clit until I cum.  If you can do that, if you can make me cum to my satisfaction, I’ll call an ambulance and you might just survive…”  She straddled his head, shoving his mouth roughly against her engorged clit.  “Do it now, you weak fuck.”

He dutifully sucked up his cum, wincing at the taste but knowing he had to if he had any chance of making it out of this.  He fought through the pain, licking as if his life depended on it.    “Oh, fuck…” she moaned, “credit where it’s...mmmm...due…you're pretty fucking good at that…”  She heard a noise behind her and to her right.  Some kind of shuffling and the sound of metal scraping against the tile floor.  She snapped out of her revelry, grabbing for the PDW that he’d so carefully placed on the floor only minutes before.

She leaned back, bringing his head with her as she scanned the room behind her, identifying one of the wounded guards who had grabbed an abandoned handgun from the floor.  Holding the gun in her right hand, she flipped the selector from Safe to Auto and fired a burst at the doomed guard, killing him instantly.  It was then that she realized that the angle she was holding his head at felt incredible.  She wrapped her right thigh around the back of his head and pulled his mouth tight against her clit as her orgasm came crashing over her.  Bucking her hips, she leaned back onto her arms, her triceps exploding even as her left leg shot out to keep her balanced.  She didn’t even realize that she was killing the man with her legs as she came intensely. 

Moments later, as the orgasm subsided, she brought herself to her feet.  She slid her shorts back on, buckling on her duty belt.  She was still topless, and considered for a moment scrounging something to cover herself.  She decided against it, reasoning that everyone in the evacuation vehicle had seen her like this before.  They were used to the sight of Chelsea leaving a target area, half-naked and soaked with sweat and blood.  It was part of the reason they’d given her the callsign “Chaos”.  She seemed to find excuses to make operations like this bloodier and horrific than her colleagues might have.  She also seemed to find excuses to wear next to nothing and often managed to lose the few clothes she did wear.

She gave the room a once over.  The walls were covered in bullet holes, both from her weapons and those of the guards who’d fired haphazardly at the amazonian death machine that had so suddenly appeared.  The floors were littered with bodies, shell casings, and explosive residue.  The doors were splintered, windows destroyed, and the walls were covered with blood and viscera.  One poor soul lay on the floor, half-naked, covered in his own cum and her juices.  She smiled and self indulgently grasped her left breast, reveling in the afterglow of her orgasm.  She sauntered out the remnants of the door, then walked off the property to wait for her ride. “Not a bad day of work.” she muttered to herself.

[billz]

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[aburke]

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[aburke]

Okay, here's the next little bit.  I tried to break this one up a little more, as the first installment was a pretty imposing block of text.  As before, comments and feedback are appreciated.

A few miles away from the mansion, a black SUV sat parked on a dingy side street outside of town.  The street ran along a stand of trees that surrounded the edge of the massive estate.  The vehicle had arrived a few minutes before, and had been sitting with the engine running ever since.  Suddenly, there was a commotion in the underbrush.  Chelsea broke from the treeline and sauntered towards the car.  Her hair was slightly disheveled, her ponytail was loose from walking through the brush.  She glistened in the bright tropical sun, from the blood that was still smeared across her chest and from the rivulets of sweat that poured down her body.  She was breathing heavily from exertion in the dense, humid undergrowth.  She was still topless, nonchalantly carried her Mk. 48 in her right hand, muzzle towards the ground.

    The passenger rear door of the vehicle opened and a woman with vibrant red hair climbed out.  She wore dress slacks and a white button-down shirt.  She wore stylish sunglasses and had her hair up in a professional-looking bun.  She was several inches shorter than Chelsea, but her loosely buttoned shirt revealed a tight, defined physique.  Her arms strained against the sleeves of her shirt as she walked towards Chelsea.  “Jones!” she barked, “Get out here!”  He crawled out of the SUV, his poorly-fitted black suit and tie seemed to wilt in the heat.  He was about 5’ 6” and thin.  He had immaculately styled his hair when he got dressed that morning, but the heat and humidity had reduced it to a soggy mop since then.  “Chels, Jones will take care of your gear.”

    “Here,” Chelsea said abruptly as she tossed the Mk. 48 at him.  He fumbled the catch, nearly dropping the heavy piece of hardware in the gravel of the shoulder.  Chelsea scoffed in disbelief.  She knew that some of the admin staff were soft, but had never seen anybody make a mistake like that.  He struggled to open the rear hatch of the vehicle as she stripped off the rest of her gear.  He loaded everything quickly, hoping to keep the weapons out of sight of anyone who might chance upon them.  She stood behind him, an imposing beast covered in sweat and blood. 

“Hand me that bottle of water,” she commanded.  He handed her the water, struggling not to stare at the magnificent breasts that she was displaying mere inches from him.  She pulled her hair out of its ponytail, and doused herself in water.  It ran through her hair and down her body, rinsing the blood, grime, muck, and gore off of her body.  Jones realized that his mouth was hanging open as he stood there.  She tossed him the empty bottle without a thought, then began ringing the water out of her hair.  “Are you going to stare at my tits or hand me a towel?”  she spat.  He quickly grabbed the towel from the back of the SUV and handed it to her.  She carefully dried her hair, putting it back into a ponytail.  The action caused muscle to spring from her arms, her chest, and her neck.  It also thrust her breasts forward, her wet skin practically glowing in the sunlight.  “You can get in the truck now.  I don’t need a weedy fuck like you staring at me while I’m getting cleaned up.” 

He quickly climbed into the passenger side door, and she jumped in after.  The passenger compartment of the vehicle was arranged with two bench seats which faced each other.  Valerie had already taken up a position on the rear bench, and Jones on the front bench.  Chelsea took the seat next to Valerie, slamming the door behind her.  The driver immediately took off, taking the vehicle down the dusty road towards the airport as quickly as possible without risking getting pulled over.  Valerie pulled a dossier in a manilla folder from a briefcase.  “Chels, we’re going to debrief you now.  Jones is here to take notes, I’ll be asking you the usual questions.”  Chelsea nodded knowingly, putting on a pair of reflective aviators.  “Remember, it’s Jones’ first time out, so please don’t skip out on any of the details,” Valerie added with a wink.  Chelsea grinned, and began detailing her actions on the target.

[AndrewWrites]

I really like this character. Although it would have been nice to have had some more descriptions of her looks. She reminds me of what I have in mind for my character in Cyberpunk 2077:) Please keep writing.

[hero141]

Thanks for this great story, aburke. Well-written, great action and what a character Chelsea is: gorgeous, ultra-muscular and enjoying her work! I hope there is more to come. Is she for hire? Karma!

[aburke]

He quickly climbed into the passenger side door, and she jumped in after.  The passenger compartment of the vehicle was arranged with two bench seats which faced each other.  Valerie had already taken up a position on the rear bench, and Jones on the front bench.  Chelsea took the seat next to Valerie, slamming the door behind her.  The driver immediately took off, taking the vehicle down the dusty road towards the airport as quickly as possible without risking getting pulled over.  Valerie pulled a dossier in a manila folder from a briefcase.  “Chels, we’re going to debrief you now.  Jones is here to take notes, I’ll be asking you the usual questions.”  Chelsea nodded knowingly, putting on a pair of reflective aviators.  “Remember, it’s Jones’ first time out, so please don’t skip out on any of the details,” Valerie added with a wink.  Chelsea grinned, and began detailing her actions on the target.

As she gave her statement, she noted that Jones couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off her.  She noticed a growing bulge in his crotch, particularly when she started talking about what she did in the foyer of the house.  As she described her advance through the house, she extended her leg out to the far bench.  She did it almost unconsciously, but she very deliberately wanted him to see her massive quads stretched out in all their glory.  She was still slick with sweat, in spite of the air conditioned SUV.  It was hot and humid outside, and the walk to the vehicle had taken her through some unforgiving terrain.  She used this to her advantage, knowing the visual effect that the sweat had on her physique.  She wanted to tease this weedy little admin fuck, and she could tell he wanted her to.

“So I came back to the entryway via the kitchen.  I killed the two guards there quickly, using my sidearm…”  She saw Jones’ eyes twitch towards her breasts again.  She repositioned herself, taking a deep breath and spreading her right arm across the back of the seat.  Her breasts thrust forward, her nipples hardening as her sweat evaporated and the air conditioning cooled her skin.  “Jones, do you need me to slow down?  Looks like you’re having a hard time keeping up.”  Jones eyes snapped up from her erect nipples, his own reflection staring back at him from her mirrored sunglasses.  “Anyway, I made my way back towards the foyer and saw a half-dozen or so of them checking vitals on the guards I’d killed there.  I braced myself and fired into them, gunning them all down.”  Jones swallowed, catching his breath, and then asked, “About how many rounds would you say you fired?”  Chelsea turned her gaze directly on him.  “A lot,” she said coolly.  “An approximation would be fine,” Jones pressed.  “I’m not sure, fifty or so,” said Chelsea dismissively.  Jones screwed up his courage, “Agent Adler, it’s imperative that you provide details for the report.”  “Right,” spat Chelsea, “Details.  You need details for the report.  I’d be happy to provide them.  Would you like to know my actions upon identifying the target?”  “Please,” said Jones.

Chelsea explained how she identified the target, moved towards him, and fulfilled the requirements of the contract.  “I beat the shit out of him first.  My instructions were to make it look like some pissed off amateurs, so I made sure to make it look sloppy.  I finished him off with my sidearm.”  “Then what?” asked Valerie.  “I made my way back into the main house, and found a guard standing in the entryway.  He seemed pretty lost at the shock of it all.  I don’t really blame him...I was pretty fucking brutal in there…”  Chelsea began fondling her breast.  Valerie smiled knowingly.  She’d run plenty of operations on her own, and knew how intense debriefs like this could be.  “What’d you do to him?”  “I...had my way with him…” Chelsea said with a smile.  “I’d been tracking how many tangos I’d killed, and knew he was the last one alive.  I was pretty fucking horny by that point, especially with how physical I had to get with the target.  The last kill was incidental, his head just sort of...got in the way.”

    “So you fucked him?”  asked Valerie.  “To death, yes.  It was fucking awesome, Val, you have no idea.  The little shit almost came inside me, but I made him eat my pussy until I came.  I honestly didn’t mean to kill him, but you know how it gets sometimes.”  Jones stared in disbelief.  “I’m sorry, you what?  You fucked a guard to death?  How could you be so goddamn unprofessional?”  Chelsea chuckled, glancing over at Valerie.  They shared a knowing look, as they were both used to having to explain just how things worked within the company.  “Listen,” said Valerie, “You need to develop an understanding of how it is that we do business here.  You’re aware that we conduct clandestine operations which are often referred to as “wet work” within the community.  Our method for those operations is...unique.  Chelsea, would you please demonstrate?”  “Gladly,” she breathed.

[aburke]

Chelsea made her way to the other side of the vehicle, straddling Jones’ lap.  She thrust her full breasts in his face, taking off her sunglasses and slipping them into his jacket pocket.  “Jones, lick my nipples.”  “What?” he asked incredulously.  “Lick my nipples,” She repeated.  She squeezed her mammoth thighs together, pressing on both sides of his pelvis and sending sharp pains up and down his core.  “Fuck!” he yelled.  She wrapped her left hand around the back of his head, cradling it in her palm, running her fingers through his hair as she gently pressed him towards her erect nipples.  “Do it.  Now.”  He gave in, tentatively at first, gently licking the nipple of her left breast.  “Come on, do it like you mean it.  I’m so fucking hot right now…”  He redoubled his efforts, licking, sucking, kissing for all he was worth.  She gasped, “Oh, fuck...yes, like that…  Very good…”  As he continued sucking, her right hand travelled down his shirt, unbuttoning his shirt and tracing through his chest hair.  She continued making her way down his front, undoing his belt and trousers.  His hard cock practically sprang out of his boxers when she lifted them up.

“You see,” continued Valerie, “some of our clients prefer to send a specific message.  They choose specific agents because of their particular skillset.  Chelsea is typically the agent we pick to make it clear that they’ve fucked up royally.”  Chelsea began tonguing his ear, biting and nipping at his earlobe as he continued to lick her nipple.  “That being said, Chelsea is also very, very good at the more...subtle method that we tend to employ.  We learned a long time ago that some women are uniquely equipped to...gain access to our targets.”  Chelsea removed her breast from his mouth, kissing her way down his abdomen as she dismounted the seat and moved to the floor.  “Our agents are specifically trained to capitalize on their sexuality.  The people that we’re employed to exploit or terminate tend to be very open when it comes to sexual partners.  What I mean by that is that it’s pretty easy to get through their security with a nice pair of tits.”  Jones cock was practically ready to explode.  Chelsea took it into her mouth with one long, slow, downward and upward stroke.  Jones gasped, barely able to hold in his orgasm.  Chelsea kissed and tongued the side of his glans, driving him nearly to orgasm again and again.  “Mr. Jones, our agents are very good at what they do.  I suggest you refrain, in the future, from questioning the manner in which they carry out their missions.”

Chelsea abruptly stopped, wiping her mouth and rolling back onto the seat.  A very dishevelled Jones was left sitting alone on the seat.  His hair was a mess, his shirt and pants undone.  His erect cock was wet with saliva and pulsing as he slowly realized what had happened.  The dawning realization that she wasn’t going to let him cum washed over him along with the shame of being in this compromising position in front of his boss.  The absurdity of the scene was compounded when Chelsea bent her legs to slip off her blue shorts.  She exposed her shaved pussy, spreading her legs wide.  “Jones, get on the floor,” Chelsea commanded, “Now.”  Jones obeyed immediately, getting on his knees in front of her.  “You’re not going to cum, but I am.  Lick my pussy.”  Jones looked frantically to Valerie for some kind of salvation or escape.  “Jones, you seemed all too willing to lick my tit when I let you.  Now it’s time to return the favor.  Get to it.”  Valerie looked down at him, arching her eyebrow in a way that suggested he should listen to her.

Seeing that he had no choice, he complied.  He dove into her wet pussy, licking and sucking her clit for all he was worth.  In almost no time at all she was moaning, rolling her abs and grasping at the back of his head to pull him in deeper.  She reached her other arm around Valerie and pulled her in for a passionate kiss.  Valerie’s experienced hands traced her hard nipples, gently tugging them as Chelsea moaned more and more deeply.  Suddenly, Chelsea stiffened and broke the kiss.  “Right there…” she gasped breathlessly, “Don’t you dare stop…”  Jones continued licking and sucking exactly as she had, changing nothing about the rhythm or intensity of his frantic tonguing.  Within seconds, Chelsea was bucking up and down in her seat.  Her thighs snapped together, clapping loudly on Jones’ ears.  He didn’t dare stop licking, even if the pain was intense.  The orgasm coursed through her entire body as she bucked her hips, grasped at her own breasts, and pulled Jones' head tight against her pussy. 

As she finally came down from the throes of her orgasm, Valerie looked down at Jones.  “So you see…” she purred “It’d do you good to let us do our job.  We’re very, very good at it…”  Jones looked absolutely destroyed.  He was gasping for air, covered in sweat, his face doused in Chelsea’s pussy juices.  His throbbing cock was still out and still erect.  Chelsea looked down at him.  “That wasn’t too bad, Jones…” Chelsea breathed.  “Now, if you do exactly as I say...I might even let you cum on the plane.”

[WapWap]

This was a great story, first time or not.  I hope you continue with it.  You've got a talent.

[aburke]

Here's a quick interlude, as I'm still working on the next bit.  Thanks all for your comments/Karma!

The SUV slowed to a halt at the airfield gate.  The driver’s window rolled down, he punched a code into the keypad, and the gate sprang to life.  They pulled directly up to a small jet whose fuselage bore a stylized letter “V” formed by two wings.  The occupants of the SUV piled out and made their way to the plane.  Chelsea had stuffed all of her gear into a large duffle bag, which Jones attempted to remove from the trunk.  Chelsea scoffed at his meager attempts, finally shoving him aside impatiently and slinging the bag effortlessly over her shoulder.  She made her way up the stairs to the aircraft ahead of Valerie, putting a little extra sway in each step for her benefit. 

On board, Jones poured drinks for Valerie and Chelsea.  Valerie sat on one side of the plane in a bench-style seat, still dressed professionally in her button-down and slacks.  Chelsea sat across the plane, still nonchalantly topless.  Their debrief complete, the two could finally relax.   

“I’m still surprised,” Jones said, “that Valkyrie is willing to pay for all of this.”

“No one calls it Valkyrie,” said Valerie, sipping her drink.  “We refer to it as the Company, and you had best get in the habit of it.  Now, go take a seat, we’ll be taking off soon.”
   
“But...But Chelsea had said-”

“Chelsea didn’t say anything.” Valerie interjected.  “Agent Chaos may have said something, but you certainly haven’t earned the right to call her by name.”

“Jones, I did tell you that I might let you cum on the plane.  I’ve decided not to, at least for now.”  Chelsea said, making her way over to Valerie’s seat.  “That being said, I intend to make it very difficult for you not to.  I promise you, that if you cum before I say you can, I’m going to break every bone in your weak little body.”  She sat astride Valerie’s lap on a bench-style seat along one wall of the plane.  “You see, Jones...I paid attention to you in the car...but Valerie...she’s been neglected…and we can’t have that…” 

    Chelsea leaned forward, cupping Valerie’s head in her hand and kissing her deeply.  She reached down with her other hand, ripping open Valerie’s shirt and groping her small, but firm breast.  Jones swallowed, staring unabashedly.  Chelsea’s mammoth body practically eclipsed Valerie’s small frame.  Her massive, ripped back undulated and rippled with each movement.  Chelsea broke the kiss and Valerie gasped in pleasure.  Chelsea’s hands traced further down her body, unbuttoning her pants, pulling them down, and slipping her fingers into her underwear.  Valerie moaned, reaching up to kiss and bite Chelsea’s neck.  Jones’ cock ached for release, straining against his pants.  His crotch was practically drenched in precum.  Thinking that the two muscle beauties were distracted, he reached for his belt and began to open his pants. 

“Jones,” Chelsea said, removing her mouth from Valerie’s erect nipple, “if you touch your cock, I’m going to rip it off your frail little body.”  Chelsea dove back in, sucking Valerie’s nipple, plunging her fingers into her slit and gently massaging her clit with her thumb.  Within moments, she brought Valerie to a screaming orgasm.  She stood, licking Valerie’s juices off her fingers as she surveyed her handiwork.  This was going to be a long flight...

[mrshhh]

Loving every minute of this great story!  It's the bloody, sexy and pulse-pounding female action movie I always dreamed of seeing!  Your action and technical detail in the first chapter is really impressive, but I'm also enjoying the character and world building of the subsequent chapters.  And you've found the right tone too, sort of an exaggerated real where bodybuilder-jacked girl-operatives follow true to life tactics but then have hot make out sessions after their mission.  Thank you for sharing with us, and I really hope you continue!

[aburke]

Thanks again everybody for the comments/karma.  I'm really enjoying writing this, it's an idea I've been tossing around for a while and it's been fun to get it down on paper.  I'll have them back out on a mission again soon, just doing a little more world-building and gratuitous sex first.

Agents typically took the day after a mission to rest, recuperate, and re-equip for their next task..  Chelsea had a standing request for several “assistants” standing by at her apartment whenever she returned.  In theory, they were there to help her unpack, clean her gear, and prepare for the next mission.  In practice, they were all too willing to help her work out the inevitable sexual tension that resulted from a successful mission.  This is a polite way of saying that she fucked them senseless.

    She awoke the next morning, fully naked on her bed.  The blankets and sheets had long since been abandoned in a flurry of licking, sucking, and fucking.  Four men lay strewn about the room, all sleeping soundly.  She’d made her way through each of them in turn, making them lick her clit, suck her massive tits, and fuck her tight pussy as she came over and over again.  She smiled and leapt from her bed.  She stretched her arms and yawned, her enormous back coiling and uncoiling as she worked out the kinks of a very deep sleep.  She let herself fall forward into a push-up position, cranking out 50 in less than a minute.  Blood pumped to her triceps, making her arms explode with thick, beefy muscle.  She slowly raised herself into a downward-dog pose, thrusting her firm ass into the air and flexing her diamond-shaped calves.  She then rolled down into upward facing dog, thrusting her tits forward proudly, revelling in the stretch.  She returned to a push up position, tucked her legs underneath her, and sprang to her feet.  Kicking the nearest male she barked, “Wake the fuck up and get out, it’s time for my workout.”

    As Jones walked across the compound, he found himself surrounded by the usual flurry of activity.  Agents and administrative staff hustled from building to building, preparing for or returning from the numerous missions that were going on at any given time.  A group of agents were returning from the range to their apartments, wearing military-style fatigues and carrying various firearms.  In the lead was a veritable wall of muscle.  Jones recognized her as Sara, callsign “Slaughter.”   Her combat shirt stretched tight across her massive chest, threatening to tear through at any moment.  She was over 6 feet tall, and couldn’t have weighed less than 250 pounds of ripped, lean muscle.  Like all of the other agents, she was stunningly beautiful, although with a much sterner look that led one to believe she rarely laughed or smiled.  She was well-known for simply barrelling through missions, often with little regard for stealth or subtlety.  His mind was still reeling from his encounter with Chelsea only a couple of days before, and he had too much to do today to be sidetracked by another emasculation.  He quickly turned around to find a different route to his destination, but quickly realized his mistake.  Chelsea had been only a few feet behind him the whole time making her way towards the gym.

He saw her hulking form, nearly 6 feet and 200 pounds of sensual female muscle barreling towards him.  She was wearing her usual workout attire - Short, skin-tight workout shorts and a sports bra - and carrying a gym bag.  She sipped from her blender bottle nonchalantly, taking in the morning air.  When she recognized Jones, she smirked.  “Hey, squirrely, wanna suck my clit again?”  Jones stopped dead in his tracks, unsure how to respond.  Chelsea kept walking until she was mere inches away from him, thrusting her massive tits into his face, dripping with sexuality. 

“I said, do you want to suck my clit again?” 

“Agent Chaos, I have to get to work - “

“Hey Chels, who’s this?” asked Sara. 

Jones spun around.  The group from the range had closed the distance, and he now found himself stuck between both Chelsea and Sara with no space to escape. 

“This,” began Chelsea, “is Jones.  He’s a new admin that debriefed me from the last job I did.  He was very...thorough.  Not too bad with his tongue, either…” 

“Is that so?” asked Sara.  “I might have to take him for a ride sometime…  Speaking of which, I’ll be at the gym in a little bit.  Think you could spot me while I lift chest?” 

“Mmm…” Chelsea grinned, “That sounds great.  I’ll see you in a bit.”

Jones, thinking he’d escaped, slipped off the path around Sara and tried to keep heading towards his next task.

“Whoa there, skinny.” Sara barked.  “I’m going to need you to report to the gym in about an hour.  No need to wear anything special, I’ll be ripping it off anyway.”

“No, ma’am, I couldn’t.  I have a meeting with Valerie that can’t-”

“I’ll talk to Val, she’ll understand,” Sara said dismissively.  “Be there, and don’t make me come find you.”  The group split up.  Sara and her companions walked one way, and Chelsea the other.  Jones was left alone to figure out if he was more concerned about disappointing Valerie or disobeying Sara.

[WapWap]

I love your "world building".  Your ladies do a great job of world destruction too.  I want to echo Mr.Shhh's comment about your technical descriptions.  Very, very good.  I hope this story has a long run.

[aburke]

Chelsea entered the gym, taking a deep breath as she took in the scene.  The facility was sprawling, with literally every fitness apparatus imaginable.  Tons of free weights, cross training equipment, power racks, and cardio equipment were spread over hundreds of thousands of square feet.  The gym was a hive of activity.  Dozens of agents were bustling between equipment in various states of undress.  Some were built like Valerie, lean and light, but ripped nonetheless.  Some were built more like Chelsea, powerful and huge, but with an off-season look that often gave them greater endurance during missions.  Still others were gargantuan like Sara, absolutely massive and ripped, with striated muscle covering every inch of their enormous bodies.  All of them were working tirelessly with one goal, one outcome in mind: To build their bodies into the ultimate machines of violence and seduction.  But the agents were by no means alone.  In fact, the  amenities of this particular gym made working out their wholly unique.

Administrative staff were stationed all around the building, predominantly male.  These staff were tasked with assisting and motivating the agents to achieve the greatest level of fitness possible.  In most cases, this meant sexually servicing them while they worked out.  Chelsea walked past an agent, standing entirely nude and curling dumbbells with a man kneeling between her legs, furiously licking her clit.  She groaned, Chelsea couldn’t tell if it was from exertion or arousal, pumping the massive weights and making her biceps burn with effort.  She counted higher and higher, finally reaching her goal and dropping the weights.  She hurled them to the ground, grabbing the man's hair and thrusting him deep between her massive legs. 

He dutifully licked and sucked her pussy, running a hand up her abs to grasp her breast and pinch her nipple.  The woman’s abs tightened and flexed as the orgasm overtook her.  Hard bricks of muscle rolling back and forth as she thrust her hips forward, grinding against the man’s mouth and nose.  She gasped, then caught her breath and roared as pleasure coursed through her body.  She screamed loudly, squirting down his face and chest.  As she came down from the orgasmic high, she pushed the man to the ground and stomped off to her next lift.  He collapsed to the ground, catching his breath.  Chelsea couldn’t help but notice that he was sporting a rock hard erection and he was grinning like an idiot.  After a few moments, he collected himself and slunk off to get cleaned up.   

Chelsea smirked and made her way through the gym to the cardio area.  She saw Valerie climbing a rope with lightning speed, the muscles of her lithe back bunching and coiling with effort.  She reached a platform at the top and pulled herself up.  She barked to the man standing there to give her a towel, which she used to wipe the sweat from her brow.  She looked him up and down, noting a growing bulge in his shorts.  Smirking, she slowly stretched her back and shoulders, making sure to thrust out her small but firm tits.  His mouth dropped open, and she laughed loudly.  “I’m going to need that hard cock of yours in the shower in about 35 minutes.  Don’t be late, or I’ll find another dick to ride.  Got it?”  she asked, arching her eyebrow.  “Yes, ma’am.” he gulped.  Chelsea smiled at the exchange, laughing inwardly at the absurdity of the situation.  In no other place would that sort of conversation even be remotely appropriate, and yet here it was happening all over the building.

Chelsea strode over to the cardio area, finding an open treadmill and dropping her gym bag.  She stepped onto the machine, starting with a slow jog.  She worked out the kinks in her legs, breathing deep and letting the oxygen flow through her body.  She increased the speed, again and again, until she was practically sprinting.  With each step, her calves tightened and became more defined.  Blood rushed to her thighs, causing them to swell with exertion.  Her breasts swayed with her motion, the friction of her bra causing her nipples to harden.  Her skin began to glisten with sweat, then it began to pour down her body in rivulets as she ran further and further.  Her breathing was ragged now, she’d run nearly 10 miles and was starved for air.  She slowed her pace to a jog, and then a brisk walk.  Stepping off the treadmill, she grabbed her water bottle and gulped greedily.  Sweat had soaked through her sports bra and was running down her body.  She drained the bottle, tossing it in her bag.  Glancing over towards the door, she couldn’t help grinning to herself.  There was Sara walking in, with Jones close behind.  “Hey, Sara!” she yelled.