“It’s hot!” Hanna-Justina Marseille smiled at the spunky Fuso girl’s declaration as Yoshika ladled hot soup into her bowl next to Lynnette.
“Danka.” Thanked the pride of the Afrikan corps as she turned and looked for a place to sit. To her left, Perrine sat reading quietly as she paid no mind to the taller blonde. In the middle, Trude and Charlotte glared meanly at her as she spotted Erica sitting in the back by herself. The Karlslander headed right over to her fellow comrade as she sat down without asking. Erica looked over as she held a hot bun to her mouth and sighed.
“What do you want?” The shorter blonde asked harshly as the taller one picked up her silverware and started eating.
“Nothing, I’m just eating.” Hanna stared at her food as she continued to eat. Erica glanced over her shoulder as she made sure Trude and Charlotte couldn’t hear her.
“Let’s take a break from our famous little game shall we?” Erica smirked wildly as Marseille nodded, looking up shortly at Erica.
“How have you been?” Marseille grinned lightly as she stared deeply into her friend’s eyes. She loved and hated this girl so much it hurt as Erica frowned.
“Stop that…, I’m good, heard you’re staying pretty cool in the desert.” Erica grinned this time as Hanna’s face flushed red.
“I’ve seen the shipping orders Hanna, plenty of drink to go around; Ohhhh and I hear Raisa keeps your little cunt warm at night, is that right Lieutenant Marseille?” Hanna’s heart skipped a few beats as her right hand trembled. She knew Erica’s sister was in charge of all exports of Karlsland’s goods as she couldn’t believe Erica had actually looked into it.
“I-I-I.” Erica raised her hand, stopping Hanna’s reply and pointed at her food as she continued to grin.
“Is she good in bed? Do you think about me when you’re fucking her wet scheide?” Marseille lost her breath at Erica’s forward questions as her legs started to tremble.
“Please don’t make a scene, answer me…” Erica licked lips. “… or do I have to find out myself?”
“I-It’s not like that, I-I think about you, but were so far apart and...” Hanna whispered shamefully as Erica shook her head, not ready to let up.
“Still getting them drunk? Fuck, you’re just like Krupinski; a lot of liquor will make any stiff bitch a loose mark?” The Karlsland girl’s panties started to get wet as she remembered Raisa’s hot, naked body thrusting against hers… while training in the hot afternoon. Raisa admired Marseille but her feelings were 50/50 at best so Hanna just waited… and waited.
“Do you still want to…?” Marseille murmured lightly, remembering how great a lover Hartmann was as Erica shook her head again.
“Not with a slampa like you, you had your chance Marseille, now live with your choice.” Erica said darkly as she stood up.
“B-But Erica I didn’t?!” Marseille reached for her friend and lover as the short blonde pulled away. Besides one drunken kiss, the two 31st squadron pilots had kept a professional space between them.
“Enough.” Erica snapped as she turned and walked out, leaving her tray and Hanna alone. The tall blonde stifled back a sob as she suddenly when quiet. Marseille got to her feet slowly and walked over to where Trude and Charlotte both sat as they both looked up at her.
“Yeah Hanna?” Charlotte grumbled carelessly as the blonde suddenly grabbed both of their trays and flipped them into their laps. Perrine looked up but did nothing as Yoshika and Lynnette gasped.
“Fuckin’ bitch!!!” The orange-haired Liberion rose up and grabbed Marseille’s collar as she pulled back her fist. Hanna looked up sadly as she didn’t even try to defend herself.
“Stop!” Barkhorn caught Charlotte’s fist in her palm as she looked into Marseille’s wet eyes.
“She’s already hurting.”
Trude suddenly hugged the girl tightly as Hanna went numb. Erica turning her down was so much of blow to Hanna she was willing to get her ass kicked for it.
“I’m ready for my punishment.” Marseille looked over hazily at Charlotte as the dirty girl grinned back, her mind clicking away. Hanna felt worthless as she just wanted to drag herself through the gutter.
“Hanna?” Barkhorn let the blonde go with a hotness building in her loins as the star of Afrika locked the fingers from her right hand into comrades tightly and whispered.
“Can we use your room?” A deep crimson touched Trude’s face as she had never seen Marseille this way before.
“And me?” Charlotte interjected sweetly, forgetting she almost hit her a second ago as she knew where this tone was going. Hanna nodded again as she locked her left hand into the Liberion’s and squeezed.
“Ok… real quick, no one else.” Barkhorn nodded between the other two Lieutenants as Marseille slowly lead her little group out of the dining room.
“Hey! Aren’t you going to take care of your trays?!” Yoshika yelled loudly.
“Get them yourself Sergeant!” Charlotte ordered surely as she walked out the door.
“A courteous person would of… Lynne!” The Fuso girl cried, catching Lynnette staring at the three leaving girls wantonly as the Britannian girl blushed and quickly headed around the corner to bus the tables down. Besides chit chat with Yoshika, she’d been observing Marseille the whole time. Lynnette watched the three pretty Lieutenants disappear as she dampened her white panties, imaging what the three were going to do to each other.
“Lucky…”
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