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Alexi and Jana

Alexi and Jana

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Alexi and Jana

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Jul 10, 2015


Lexi wanted to make the Marines her career, but after walking in and catching her boyfriend and his buddies gang banging an underage girl, she sends the three of them to the hospital. Because of the news that it generated, she was forced to resign from the Marines. Her Captain at the time, set her up with her friend to work for her in her cab company. After being in her new city, she is drugged and assaulted. Alexi then meets and falls in love with a police detective. Unable to prove the assault charges, together they come up with a plan for a little pay back and stop their assaults on innocent women. The story is filled with explicit sex scenes with each other willing to try new things and show their love for each other.

Jul 10, 2015

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I once lived on a hilltop outside of Las Vegas, enjoying the quite serenity of looking out each morning across the valley floor. I found that the desert heat was becoming a little to much for me, and now I have moved to the Northwest area, enjoying the rainy wintery months and the cooler summer time. When I am not traveling, I am very content on my solitude life, working with graphics and doing my occasional writing. When weather permitting, I do like to take in a round of golf every now and then. I watch very little TV, but do enjoy listening to countless hours of music.

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Alexi and Jana - Lisa Collins

Alexi and Jana

By Lisa Collins

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Chapter 1

Setting in my one bedroom apartment, drinking my Bud light, feeling a little down with myself, I sat near the window looking out at the raindrops falling on the glass pane, looking back thinking about my miserable life. Coming from a loveless home life, both my mother and father were drunks and always high on drugs, I often wondered how I had escaped without being drawn into the same trap.

I had fooled around a little kissing and touching some of the girls when I was a little younger, but nothing really became of that, at least I didn’t look at it as having sex, but more like experimenting. I’m sure by now each of them has grown out of that faze of their lives and are now married with four kids each.

Seeing my reflection in the window, I look good for where I’ve been. At five foot ten, with curly brown hair. Looking at my breasts, a nice C cup, narrow hips and strong firm legs and thighs, I don’t look bad. I keep my hair short, out of my face. This is very helpful when running nearly five miles a day and working out at the gym. Sometimes I wonder if it’s to keep in shape or maybe to keep the frustration and anger in check.

As soon as school was over and I turned eighteen, I enlisted in the Marine Corps. I was assigned to the motor pool, and within a year was being shipped out to Iraq. I had done six months in Iraq and one tour in Afghanistan, where I was wounded in a firefight with insurgents, earning me the Silver Star. I avoid thinking how I had earned the commendation; the loss of some of my closest friends is still hard to deal with. I was shipped back home for my wounds to heal and some much needed R&R.

Having been back in the States for 3 months, I felt I was as good as new and ready for a real assignment. Not being anxious to be sent back over there, I was getting a little bored sitting behind a desk doing filing. One day my Captain walks in and tells me to pack my gear, I’m being shipped out. Being a little leery of where I’m going, I slowly looked up and asked;

Sir, can you tell me where I am going?

Gunny, you know it’s not your place to ask such questions, but because I like you, I am going to tell you. You’re being shipped out to Parris Island where you will be in training for the next eight weeks on becoming one of the Marine Corps finest drill instructors. He had sat on the edge of my desk, giving me that big shit ass-eating grin he was so famous for.

Slowly rising to me feet, standing at attention, Sir, I don’t…. I mean… Why me?

Gunny you had won the Silver Star, that alone being enables you to name your next station, I thought I would step in and see to it that you were placed where you would do the most good. With your combat experience, and rank, you would be perfect to teach our young recruits how to stay alive.

Standing at attention, I gave my Captain my sharpest salute, Thank you sir, I won’t let you down.

I had spent the next four years at Parris Island, doing my very best to make sure each recruit assigned to me left with knowledge and skills to return home safely, were ever they were assigned.

Getting another bottle of Bud and returning to my seat next to the window, I again started to reminisce about my past.

Ever since joining the Corps, I had dated men. I knew women were what captured my imagination, but with the military’s stance on lesbians and gays I wanted to avoid problems associated with it trying to make the Corps my life long career.

I also wanted to avoid any conflicts with dating men I worked with, so I only dated civilians, hoping to avoid any repercussions. Maintaining my housing in the NCO barracks, I was semi living in my currant boyfriend’s apartment. Coming home early one night, I walked in and caught him and two of his buddies gangbanging a girl on our bed. Totally losing it, I grabbed the closest guy, flipping him. I later learned that I had dislocated his shoulder. I grabbed my then boyfriend, yanked him back off the bed by his hair. When he had raised his arm to me, I punched him three quick short jabs in his ribs, hearing bones cracking on each jab. As the third guy started to approach me, I stepped back then going into a flying kick, knocked him backwards, and unfortunately right into the girl trying to escape.

I had no idea anyone called the police, but they showed up shortly afterwards along with the MP’s and a couple ambulances. Since they had three naked men and one naked girl who just happened to be seventeen years old on their hands. It probably was the girl being underage that kept me from being arrested then and there. I had gathered my belongings and was ordered to returned to my barracks and stay there until further notified.

It wasn’t until two days after the incident that I had received orders to report to Major Thorns office on the double. Standing in front of his desk at attention, cap under my arm, I knew I was in a world of shit. I had never seen his face as red as it was at this moment. My eyes were fixed on a placard behind him. I could however see him sitting there staring at me. Slowly he stood, placing his fingers on the desk.

Gunny Sgt., just why in the hell did you send three civilians to the hospital. If it weren’t for an ex-marine detective, your ass would be sitting in the local jail rotting right now. I still have a mind to throw you in the brig. Now would you care to explain everything to me?

It took me about ten minutes to tell Major Thorn the whole story. I even explained that I only dated civilians in the hopes of avoiding any additional problems with military interactions.

Maj. Thorns had by now sat back down. After looking at me for another minute or two, he finally told me to stand at ease.

I am trying very hard to understand your position, but you must know, this has stirred up a hornets nest in the press. I even have Washington calling me and asking why I can’t keep my men in line. I want you to report to Capt. Peters tomorrow at o-one hundred hours. She will be handing this situation from here on out. Dismissed Gunny Sgt.

Snapping back to attention, saluting him, doing an about face walking out of his office. I knew then and there, that my carrier was over in the Corps and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. I just lost it and it cost me.

By o-one hundred hours the next day, I was sitting in a straight back chair outside Captain Marie Peters Office. Having seen her many times on the drill field, she was a strikingly beautiful woman, early forties, around five foot five with short blond hair. Her B cup breasts filled out her uniform very nicely. I was snapped out of my day dreaming when she stepped out of her office telling to come in.

I stood, walked into her office, stood at attention in front of her desk saluting her saying, Gunny Sgt. Bella reporting as ordered ma’am.

She gave me a quick salute and told me to have a seat. I sat down, sitting at attention.

Sergeant, relax and now off the record, I’d be the first to throw you a party for what you had done. As a combat veteran, you have shown everyone what it takes to be a Marine.

Thank you ma’am.

Now I must put back on my Captains hat and get serious. The news is playing this up as sex triangle gone awry. You know your career is basically over with the Corps. There are some stiff pricks in Washington wanting your head on a platter.

I sat listened to my Captain talking and soon I felt my eyes watering up and my tears slowly making their way down my cheeks. From somewhere in her desk, Captain Peters had pulled out a box of tissues, walking around her desk she sat beside me, handing one to me. As I took it and started to dry my eyes, I started blabbing how Marines weren’t supposed to cry.

Who the fuck said that, I cry, I laugh, and yes, sometimes I even scream for no reason. Sometimes we all need a shoulder to cry on, and if you’ll allow me, I’d like nothing better than for you to use mine.

Pulling a few more tissues from the box, I laid my head on her shoulder and let my tears flow. For each tear, was a memory of my time with the Corps. My days overseas, the friends and comrades I had made and lost in battle. The proud look on the faces of the men and women who I had trained when they graduated. With each tear that fell, it left a woman that was nothing but a shell, hollow and empty.

I’m sorry ma’am…

Please call me Marie, that is my name. Don’t be sorry, you have nothing to be sorry about, it’s us who you are leaving behind that should be sorry. She was looking at me with care and honesty in her eyes.

Do you have any plans, where you are going to do, or go.

No, I have no idea, this kind of happened all of the sudden, at this very moment I think all I want to do is crawl up in a ball and lay down in some hole and just die.

Well, the Major has given me his nod of approval on this, but I am going to put in an early retirement for you. I want to do this before any of those stiff pricks in Washington can do anything to you. You’ll receive an honorable discharge with nothing attached. Your record is clean and we’re going to keep it that way.

Thank you Marie, I know that it might not mean much now, but one day I know there will be no way that I could thank you enough for doing this for me.

Do you have a home to go back to?

No! I really have no idea where I will go or do for that matter.

Tell you what, take a few minutes to put yourself back together, then get your affairs in order here on base. Have your car packed and report back to my office sixteen hundred hours on Friday. I’ll expect you to be dressed casual, could you do that for me?

Yes ma…. Yes Marie, I really don’t have much in civvies, but don’t expect much, I don’t have that many good civilian clothes, yet.

Not a problem, we’re not going anywhere fancy, but I am taking you out to dinner. Will that be a problem with you?

No ma… sorry old habits are hard to break. But you don’t really have to do that. I feel you have done enough as it is.

Nonsense, it’s the least I can do for one of my men. Well…. Woman. See you Friday. Dismissed Sgt.

For the next two days I was running all around the base, signing discharge papers, turning in equipment that was assigned to me.

By Friday at fifteen thirty hours I was again sitting outside Capt. Marie Peters door waiting to be summoned into her office. I was wearing an ‘A line’ black skirt that came about half way up my thighs, and a blue shot sleeve blouse. It was just tight enough that my breasts filled it out nicely. I had on two-inch pumps, not adding too much to my already five foot ten height.

When she exited her office and called out to me, when I stood and started walking towards her, she just stared at me. As I walked up to her, she smiled and said how beautiful I looked. I could feel my face blushing, not really hearing anyone say that to me before now.

Thank you, I really don’t feel I deserve such a compliment. Again feeling my face getting redder by the minute.

I stood in front of her, until she realized I could not enter until she moved out of the door way. Stepping aside, I entered the office and took a seat in front of her desk. She had my final discharge papers laying on top of the desk ready for me to sign.

After signing the papers, I agreed to follow her to her apartment so that she could change clothes and freshen up a bit before we went to dinner.

While eating dinner she explained to me that her life partner lived in Charleston and owned a cab company left to her by her grandfather.

She had explained that if I didn’t have a problem that once we were through with our meal, we would head out for Charleston to meet up with Barbara and to get me settled in over the weekend. Marie had explained that every free weekend she had, she spent them with Barbara in Charleston. Seems she had arranged for her partner, Barbara to give me a job working as the

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