Page 2 of Enforced Love

“Oh my gods.” Mandy practically vibrated. “You’re going to the fifth, aren’t you?”

I nodded, and we all squealed and jumped around in a circle. These were my girls, my sisters of the heart. We’d been together since we were infants and never parted ways as we grew. We were so different and yet the same.

Mandy was the oldest of us by exactly twenty hours. She was a five-foot-ten brunette with bright blue eyes. She worked in intelligence, and many squads sought her for her ability to break codes and find things others often missed or overlooked. She was smart, funny and beautiful.

Soph was the baby of our group by six hours. She was barely five-foot-four with long blonde curls and soft brown eyes. She was curvy and mouthy, both of which garnered her male attention. She was an Enforcer like me, but because of her size and sex, she was strictly a desk jockey and hated it. She was fast and strong and deserved the chance to prove herself. I hoped someone would give it to her soon.

I was the tallest of us standing at six-feet even. When left unbound, my jet-black hair fell to my waist. I carried my father’s olive complexion and my mother’s bold green eyes. At the moment, I was still dressed in uniform, my black pants tucked into my boots, my black shirt bearing the symbol of the tiger, my rank in the squad. My hair was bound and tucked into the quetchin women wore. In it my hair appeared to end at the bottom of my neck.

“We have to celebrate,” Soph stated.

“Absolutely,” agreed Mandy.

“Let’s all get changed and head out to the club for the night,” I said.

“This is our last night together for six weeks,” Soph said, a slight catch to her voice.

“It will go by faster than we think,” I vowed. “And then, I’ll be back to bore you with all my stories.”

“Well, you have three things to do before you leave in the morning,” Mandy stated and held up her hand counting them off on her fingers. “One is to pack. Two is to go out and have a hell of a farewell party with your two best friends.”

“And what is number three?” I asked when she stopped.

“Finding some hot piece of ass for you to have a final romp with before you go,” Mandy said with a cheeky grin. “Six weeks in the fifth will leave no time for play.”

Did I mention she was the one who worked in intelligence? Need I say more?

I rushed into my room and over to the control panel on my personal cleaning unit. I undressed and wrapped my hair for the first phase that would include a body cleansing and hair removal. It had been a while since I’d had the time for a night of debauchery, so I was a little on the hairy side. I stepped in and let the beam cover me. I closed my eyes to enjoy the heat as it caressed my body.

When the machine beeped, I slid the wrap from my hair and shook it free. A cool beam moved over me from head to toe, and I could feel all the sweat and grime leaving my hair. I shook it and loved the light feel. Then I felt the beam on my skin and sighed in anticipation. I loved the way my skin was so soft after one of these treatments. Usually, I only had time for a hot beam wash then I got out and went right to bed so I’d be ready for my shift to start. Today, I had the rest of the evening off so I was taking advantage of it.

I stepped from the unit and stood in front of the glass. My long hair hung in waves to my waist. Thanks to my job, my body was a well-toned machine. My breasts were still high and firm and looked good on my muscular frame. So I was a little vain. I’d worked hard for this body, and I was proud of it. Tonight, I’d use it to find the perfect man to rock my world.

Maybe, that was why I didn’t have a lot of sex. I was damn particular. I wanted a man who set my thighs to quivering with just a look. A man who could have my pussy clenching with need with just a lift of his eyebrow or a wink. Yeah, I didn’t ask for much, but damn it, I deserved it, and I refused to settle for less. So it had been a long, dry spell.

I opened my storage panel and moved my fingers through the club clothes I rarely got a chance to wear. I stopped on a short green number I knew set off my eyes and complemented my olive skin. Foregoing under-garb—I mean I did plan on getting lucky—I slipped the material over my head and watched as it settled around me. The bodice clung to my breasts, molding and clinging. The waist was slim, showing the flat plane of my belly. The skirt fell to just below my knee on one side and angled up to end at mid-thigh on the other side. It was a clingy material, and I knew it would stay in place until I decided to lift it. Or maybe, someone else would lift it.

I picked up a pair of white boots from the floor of the panel. They were flat in deference to my already six-foot height and rose to just beneath my knee. I loved the way they fit and how they felt on my feet. It was like walking on air. Happy with my outfit, I turned to the reflector unit and scrolled through the face choices. I wasn’t sure what look I wanted.

I stopped at one with eyes done in a smoky fashion with just a touch of red lip color. I really liked that one. I hit a few buttons adjusting the shading just a bit and smiled at the final result. I turned and placed my face in the painter, resting my chin on the positioning unit and closing my eyes. I felt the beam move over my face and waited for the beep to let me know it was completed.

I turned back to the glass, nodded and grinned. I looked damn good. I was ready for a night of fun. It was already twenty hundred hours so I didn’t have much time left. Bounding out of my room, I hit the commons and yelled for my girls.

“Everyone ready? Let’s get this party started!”

Soph entered first, looking like a man’s sex dream. She had a similar dress to mine in a shade of sienna. Her hair bounced all around her in waves, and her face was devoid of any makeup. Then again, Soph didn’t need it with her creamy complexion. Her boots were a soft brown and sported four-inch heels. She grinned and bounced, obviously as eager as me to hit the club.

“Mandy!” we both hollered at the same time, and she came out grumbling.

“I’m coming,” Mandy said as she entered the commons between our rooms. She had chosen a longer dress that clung to every inch and fell to just above her ankles that were covered with strappy, black sandals. Her dress was a blend of black and purple, depending on what way the light hit it. Her hair was still up in the braided style she wore at work.

“Are you planning to work at the club or have fun?” I asked, reaching out to smack the handheld unit she avidly stared at.

Mandy shook her head and grinned at Soph and me.

“I’m planning on having fun,” she laughed. “I promise. I just can’t get a read on this new code, and I can’t get it out of my head.”

“Well, you will for tonight,” I said and took the handheld and tossed it over her shoulder so that it bounced on her bed.

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