Fareeha wandered the hallways of Watchpoint Gibraltor, no destination in mind. The teen's rage had subsided to a cooler anger that just made her feel empty and sad. The only thought she could articulate was that it wasn't fair, although 'it' seemed to twist and morph.
Coming around the corner to one of the observation decks, Fareeha saw Amelie, wife of Commander Gerald LaCroix. Fareeha vaguely understood the French woman was some kind of celebrity – a ballet dancer – but to the Egyptian girl, Amelie came off as more of a movie star. She was self-possessed, graceful, and endlessly fashionable. In a sweater and slacks, drinking tea and checking e-mail on her phone, Amelie could have been filming a commercial. Sometimes Fareeha liked to imagine she would look like Amelie was she grew up (even her skin blasphemously lightening). Other times, Fareeha liked to think about the older woman holding her.
“Ah, Miss Amari, good morning. It's a pleasure to see you today.” Amelie smiled like a Cheshire cat. She patted another seat invitingly. “Would you care to join me.”
Fareeha realized she had been blushing. She nodded dumbly and walked over, instinctively slouching. Sitting down, she looked up at Amelie's face and realized there was an expression she had never seen there before – the slight forcing of a smile, the slight dropping of the eyes, the lips pursing from the mind racing.
Amelie pitied her.
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“Really, Jack? 'Lips, tits, and caffeine'?” Ana leaned around the doorframe to Commander Morrison's office, holding a paper cup of coffee from the commissary in one hand and a clutch purse in the other. “I'm not exactly your secretary.”
Jack Morrison grinned. The golden-haired, all-American super soldier was playing with himself beneath his desk. “I had to see if it would work.”
Ana shut the door behind her with a flick of her hips. She sauntered around to Jack's side of the desk. Dropping the purse on Jack's paperwork and putting the coffee down by his monitor, Ana affectionately caressed Jack's grinning face. He stood up and received a lingering kiss. They squeezed their bodies together as Jack continued to work himself. Ana slid off Jack's uniform overcoat, then gave Jack on last peck on the lips before she folded it up, using it as a pad for her knees when she gracefully descended to the floor.
Ana pulled Jack's jerk-off hand away from his erection, giving it a squeeze, and wrapped her lips over the shaft. As Ana bobbed her head back and forth, her lipstick left streaks on Jack's skin. Ana opened her mouth and pulled back, letting her tongue slink out, dragging her stud over Jack, before squeezing her lips down on his glans and pushing back in. Eyes pressed closed, Jack moaned and ran his free hand over his chin stubble.
“...you bitch, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming...”
Ana popped the dick out of her mouth and cupping her breasts with both hands, raising her cleavage to receive. Jack grabbed his dick and furiously pounded it. Hot jism shot onto Ana Amari's chest. The white jelly, contrasting with her dark skin, pooled between her tits. Jack shot one load, then another, then a third, then finally his head swung back with a sigh. Ana helpfully collected the last few drops from his tip on her thumb, before Jack fell back into his chair, and stuck it in her mouth to suck on.
Ana got up and retrieved a pack of tissues from her purse. Jack sipped his coffee and watched Ana's rump wiggle as she cleaned herself. Ana glanced back to see Jack massaging his deflating shaft with a smile.
“Anything else, you'll have to clean up yourself.” Ana joked.
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“I guess I'm just… looking for something to do. Mom made me spend my school break here, but she's so busy, we haven't done anything since I got here. Not even dinner.”
“Yes, yes,” Amelie picked her words carefully. “You're mother is… in high-demand.”
“I wish she wasn't so selfish.”
Amelie could guess, of course, that Overwatch's 'moral officer' would say everything she did was for Fareeha's sake. She could sympathize with a ch1ld's disdain for a prostitute. But Amelie had come from a traditional, well-to-do family. Even these days, Gerald's position kept her secure, on top of her performance revenues. Who was she to judge? There but for the grace of God go I, Amelie would say.
“Perhaps you need some time away from the base. A little fresh air may help you center yourself.” Amelie rubbed Fareeha's back encouragingly. “Why don't you come with me today? Boutiques and fine dining – it will be my treat. You play football, yes? I would love to hear how the school season is going.”
Fareeha didn't look Amelie in the face, but she sounded excited. “Really? Can I? You won't mind?”
“It would be a pleasure, Fareeha. You aren't the only one who could use some relief from, um, soldiers.”
“Oh, Ms. LaCroix! You're the best” Fareeha startled Amelie with a tight hug. Then she pulled what looked like a memo pad from her jacket. “Let's make it official! I hereby promote you to--"
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