Three distinct voices could be heard from where you were. While most everyone had departed for the holiday, a few either elected to stay back, or were not medically cleared to leave. So scattered around the barracks were a few "injured" men and women that chose a comfortable skate through PT over leaving the base for the weekend. PT was particularly rigorous so it wasn't uncommon for someone to claim a pulled hamstring. Base medicine was usually on your side. If you stayed broken long enough, you could even turn the wheels on getting stationed somewhere else with a new job and everything.
Coming into the lounge now was Hale, MacDonald and Dionysus. Hale was a very playful redhead that did not belong in the military, and judging by her constant restriction status, she likely wouldn't be for much longer. MacDonald was a slender brunette that was absolutely born to jump out of helicopters, but "pulled a hamstring" in the hopes of washing back and retaking some of the course. Dionysus was a petite blonde with her lips permanently pursed together in a manner of distaste. She seemed to be under the impression she was better than everyone else, but did not want to do any of the actual work. She wasn't even technically injured, her poor performance just has her in holding pool until a new class comes in.
Hale walked down the stairs in her PT sweat pants and a wrinkled PT shirt and decrepit, pink, chucks. There was 100% chance she was going back to bed immediately after her check in. MacDonald came around the corner with Pt gear over top of a Navy issue one piece swimsuit. She was wearing a pair of flip flops she had bought from the NEX and had a towel with her name stenciled on it rolled neatly and tucked under her arm.
"Where are you headed all motivated?"
Asked Hale, half asleep, slowly working her way to the couch.
"They're letting me retake the underwater quals today while the Marines do their water survival."
MacDonald said excitedly.
Dionysus came in from the back hallway in her bdu bottoms, bloused for the boots she still had in her hands, and her blouse hanging open to reveal an against regulation aeropostale t-shirt that was just blue enough to go unnoticed when the buttons were done properly.
"Whoa what duty did you get stuck with?!"
Hale asked, suddenly more awake and concerned.
"I'm part of a work party going at the flight museum. Dusting plaques, it's whatever." Dionysus replied, clearly unconcerned.
The three girls paths all met at the couch. Hale turned and plopped down on the other side of the couch, but the force sent you high into the air. You landed in the middle just in time to see MacDonald carefully take her seat at the opposite end. Finally, to take her spot in the middle, was Dionysus. Now, while it would surely be a disaster to be found, you always sort of wondered what kind of day you'd have if someone like Dionysus found you. She was absolutely beautiful and had an alpha attitude that really appealed to the submissive side of you that leaves you looking for these thrills in the first place. Finally, she dropped her boots on the ground and turned to take her seat. You had to resist the urge to let her actually sit on you, but you wondered if you couldn't take a run for the edge and make it into her boots.
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