Reluctantly, he lifted her off his now semi hard cock, kissing her deeply as their sexes parted under water.
As the pair got out of the pool, Captain Barnikie dried off and was about to put on his clothes when Beth stopped him. “Unless you feel you must, you will be out of place downstairs as I am sure everyone is nude on the third deck.”
He thought about it for a moment and figured, “What the hell.” and left his clothes folded over the back of a lounger by the pool. The two walked hand-in-hand to the elevator as the Captain thought to himself, ‘Barnes is one helluva lucky man.’
Upon reaching the entertainment deck Barnikie saw that indeed everyone was nude and having a great time on the slots, pinball, playing cards, or to his amazement, naked volleyball. It was explained to him by some watching the eye candy that it was pussies vs cocks in volleyball. The winning team getting to pick their sex partner from the other team.
The women were not playing fair, bending over and showing their bare pussies and clenching asses as the guys were trying to play. It was a close game until game point when Cathy fed the ball to Walsh who was at the net. Walsh did a flying loop kick and literally knocked one of the SEALS on his ass with her shot, winning the game.
The ladies all jumped for joy, making for some serious eye candy, and then immediately ran over to the guy’s side and laid them down on the floor, taking them right then and there in cowgirl fashion. Walsh went to the SEAL she had knocked over and wrapped him in her arms, “Sorry about that, big guy, let me make that up to you.” She grabbed his hard cock, lifted her left leg over his shoulder, and slipped him inside as they were both standing.
Somehow, I don’t think he minded having been knocked to the floor.
****
The next day, each of the ship commanders rotated their skeleton crews so everyone could have a day of shore leave. Come to find out, one of the enterprising vendors and the port/base had gotten wind of an opportunity and decided to set up a set of cubicles where women could ply their wares to lusty mariners.
The switchboard for calls for crimes began to light up and soon special operators were dealing with the perpetrators. Many of them were stupid and fired on the operators and were quickly dispatched. Everything was videotaped so there was no question as to who was the one initiating the gun fights. After a few days, the calls dropped off dramatically…as I expected they would.
Additionally, the clearinghouse for those wanting jobs quickly wound up to full capacity as the job positions Bella and specific job site operations managers had developed and organizing the different groups was moving at light speed.
Within just a few days bars and prostitution exploded along the waterfront. The women and men were happy making money hand over fist, the naval personnel were happy to pay for their services, the vendors were happy to be making money, and soon, ships were begging for shore leave.
Bella made sure there were regular medical checkups, that the distribution of money was equitable, and that every woman had access to planned parenthood pharmaceuticals. She also instituted regular inspections to ensure the establishments were clean and age restrictions were strictly adhered to (It only took one of them being shut down for a day after being caught in violation for them and others to adhere to the rules and make sure their workers were clean and of proper age).
Surprisingly, most everyone behaved. I put that squarely on the ship commanders as they told their sailors that any issues brought to their attention meant the ship was no longer in the cue for shore leave. For that reason, fights in the Bars were shut down just as quickly as they started and everyone was chilled out before the Military Police could respond and the sex workers were treated with a modicum of respect…which was just fine by all concerned.
Within weeks infrastructure plans were being implemented, power lines were being laid, sites for energy creation were selected and materials began to arrive on site. The scale of the projects were immense and rather daunting. Thankfully, Bella and her advisors had set up a system of reporting and tracking that quickly caught those involved in theft or other illegal ventures and soon the word got out. After two months everything was working like clockwork.
Two weeks after Operation Chili Pepper kicked off, Bella and I were put through a crash course in preparation before being put in the back seat of a pair of F/A-18 Block III Super Hornets and launched off the Aircraft Carrier with a full escort. After a few high speed maneuvers that left both of us breathless, we headed out at high speed to a KC-46 to refuel just south of New Orleans, LA and then took off like bats out of hell for Washington D.C.
“We are approaching Atlanta KATL airspace Harry, want to check in and fuck with ATC?”
I laughed, “That could be fun. What frequency?”
“119.5, have them verify altitude, speed, and heading.”
“KATL Tower this is F/A 18 Military Flight Group entering your airspace from 220 degrees true at 49,000 feet. Destination is IAD, heading is zero-eight-zero true. Advise any traffic at our altitude, heading, and current airspeed. Over.”
“Military Flight Group, KATL Tower, we have no such group on our radar, confirm speed, altitude, and heading, over.”
“KATL Tower, Military Flight Group, Confirmed speed is 15 zero-zero knots, altitude is 49 zero-zero-zero feet, heading is zero-eight-zero true. Over.”
“Military Flight Group, KATL Tower, we show no contacts matching those parameters. Maintain altitude and heading until you clear KATL airspace. Flight path is clear, Over.”
“Motherfucking stealth aircraft fucking with my traffic patterns,” the ATC grumbled over an open mike.
“KATL Tower, Military Flight Group, we are clearing your airspace. You have an open mike, Over.”
After about two seconds, “Military Flight Group, KATL Tower. Roger open mike. Apologies. Over.”
Every pilot on that frequency in Atlanta airspace was laughing their ass off.
Beth came over the flight coms, “Harry, you are such a bad boy!”
I smiled and responded, “I know, right?”
****
When we landed Bella and I were handed formal outfits that came with a note from Sue: ‘Don’t ask, just put them on. Bella, I included some light makeup for you should you wish’. I also had a note we had reservations for the Louisa Adams room of the Riggs Luxury Hotel in D.C. And a private table reserved for 9:00 that seats 10 at their Cafe.
We were escorted to a private room where we could dress and the Secret Service picked us up and drove us through a crowd who were cheering as we passed. “Bull! Good to see you again my friend!”
“Good to see you as well, Harry! By the way, the Missus wanted me to let you know the fun time we all had at the house was a big hit. And the fact you are now a National Hero several times over just makes it all even better! She is the Social Queen of the Beltway and she loves it!”
I laughed, “I am so glad she is enjoying herself. Get her to come by The Riggs for dinner at 9:00 this evening and please have her invite one couple in her social circle. We have reservations for the Cafe as well as one of their First Lady’s rooms for the evening.
Bull chuckled and I asked what was humorous and he said, “I am getting laid this afternoon after I tell her that. You know that, right?”
I laughed again and said, “Glad to be of service my friend. Tell her I would be quite put out if I didn’t have the pleasure of eating her pussy this evening in front of her friends. You can tell her also that the Lady Isabella de Souza, the current ruler of Mexico will be there as well and I will introduce her.”
Bull looked into the rear view mirror at Bella and nodded, “Well met M’Lady.”
Bella scoffed, “Any friend of Harry’s is a friend of mine, call me Bella if I may call you Bull?”
“Bull it is,” he said with a big smile.
“Your wife must be quite the woman to be able to hold onto a man such as yourself.”
Bull smiled, “Thank you for the compliment, Bella; and yes she is one hell of a woman.”
Bull looked back at me, “I hope you know there is going to be a huge press corps greeting you when you get out of the car. Do you want to talk to them?”
“Sure! How about you, Bella?”
“Thank you for the heads up Bull. Yes, Harry, I think I can manage.”
We pulled in to the front of the Capitol Building and the place was packed with press. I was a bit surprised it was not at the White House. A podium was set up on the top steps and security made a hole for us. The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs was there and as Bella and I got there he finished what he was saying and introduced me as, “The boy wonder who single handedly won a 30 minute war.”
“Thank you Sir. However,” I turned to the press, “I did not win this war. My father gave me the good sense to let the professionals do their job. It is the professionalism of the Officer Corps as well as the enlisted leaders of all the services who pulled off this amazing victory. I would love to stand before you and take credit, but the only thing truly credited to me is the loss of 20 brave soldiers who died serving their country. That weighs heavily on my heart today.”
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