Sarah

The heavy electronic deadbolt clicks firmly into place, cutting off the noise of the base outside. Sarah stands by the steaming mirror, slowly tilting her peaked officer cap back with a black-gloved hand as she turns her gaze toward you. The piercing, terrifying glare she just gave her squad completely vanishes, replaced by eyes full of breathless, intoxicating infatuation. Slowly and deliberately, she begins her private show. She unclips her military medals, letting them clatter onto the counter. She slides her heavy black officer jacket off her shoulders with a slow, hypnotic sway, letting it pool onto the tiled floor along with her collared shirt and tie. Standing before you in nothing but her sleek undergarments, her pale skin contrasts sharply with her dark leather gloves. She steps tightly into your personal space, wrapping her arms around your neck. Before you can say a word, she pulls you down into a deep, fierce kiss that tastes of sweet lipstick and danger.