Hell's army officers

by Andrew Komarowski

  — Guys! Has anyone checked the status of your account after receiving the allowance?

  — No, what? — interested in all of us.

  — So yesterday I received by the amount of one hundred thousand credits!

  Harry ran your fingers on the sensors of his comma has changed in the face and murmured:

  — Holy shit! Wow! Me too! We definitely appreciate...

  I looked over his shoulder at the line of the latest and also stared on the money to live comfortably for at least five years. And in a major city in the Central systems of the Confederation.

  — A hundred thousand! — breathed Conti. — Damn! If I'd known where we live, I would have bought racing "Speedster"!

  — You little "Merlin"? he said his partner Krause. Deal with him first! And that forever stain the interior of blood from the nose!

  — Not true! I do not stain it... And I'm already starting to happen... — under the General laughter, scratched his head Ricky.

  — Come on! You can run too, ' said a friend of the Ira. — I remember the day before you flew a good half of the hall. Instead of him to run...

  — You just caught me by surprise!

  And as he clapped ears... remembering enraptured us all the picture, grinned Helen. — Apparently tried to increase the lift!

  — Yes, flew you notably! — with knowledge of the matter confirmed Helmut. — I even regretted the boards that you cut!

  — Why are you bothering me? Don't fly good fly... But not crawling like some! — snapped Conti and slyly looked at Semyonov, who somehow did not fulfill the test standard and were punished by Rodriguez. And very kind This woman just walked out of the store! — She nodded in the direction of the very pleased lady with a bunch of branded bags in his hands. — She's happy. Because coming home I'm gonna wear these outfits, and in the eyes of your husband will see the rapture. And I? What I see in my life? The barracks? Ground? Polygons? Over the years spent at the Academy, I never learned to feel like a woman. Look at what they are light, graceful, free! And I? For someone like me, tall with the figure of the loading robot?

  I almost choked on wine:

  — Are you crazy? Robots like us! And you're beautiful... I appreciatively looked at her in surprise and said: 'Yes, beautiful... I Just realized this just now... I don't know why I haven't seen this before. Maybe loads, maybe due to stress after the first phase of the Project... But looking at you now beginning to regret it!

  — Come on! I don't need sympathy... Irina looked sulky. And without that sickening...

  — To empathize? Why? You look, how you look at oncoming men!

  — As a telephone pole with the muscles! Tell me, what I look like? Honestly! I'll try not to be offended...

  — A tall, slender girl with long legs and full high Breasts. With a kind, beautiful face, sensual lips and green eyes. With a narrow waist and rounded hips... I bowed my head on his shoulder, he thought, and added: — you Have a strong, developed muscles and a flat stomach. Besides, elastic skin without a single wrinkle and scars. You know, you're really beautiful! Oddly enough, the Project has benefited. If us men did look like a textbook on anatomy, by removing all unnecessary, you left even subcutaneous fat. Where required by the canons of female beauty. If you ask me, you're very sexy... but what to say? Look around — how many men now looks in your direction?

  — Look — because of it. I'm bigger than any of them! I am able to break a coin in half! I can see how the bullet flies out of the barrel! What do I do with those who are now staring at me? To touch and be afraid, accidentally not to break? — She blinked to keep rising tears.

  — Irish! What are you, really? Well, high! But it is very feminine! You know, every man has some kind of image, the beauty ideal... Personally, I like the high full Breasts...

  — Chest, you say? — Killing me Ira nearly came to blows in the war Chest, this is when the size of the third! And I have six!

  — What? — I was surprised. — First, third is good for the growth meter seventy. And at your height it would not even have been seen. Secondly, thanks to our doctors, your Breasts will never out of shape: we have too tight skin. Thirdly, to argue, let's do a little experiment?

  What kind of experiment? — she suspiciously stared at me.

  About to finish lunch, go to the nearest store, where I'll dress the way I like, and see how you will react to passers-by. And it used to go to the form yesterday and chose not clothes, and a hoodie!

  — Maybe you shouldn't. — he doubted it.

  — It is necessary. Why should I partner with complexes? — I pushed myself to pork with pineapple and began to slice the meat in small pieces. — In the meantime do not bother with any nonsense. The meat cools down...

  After paying, we went outside and went to the supermarket Elf, judging by the explanation the waiter, who was about two hundred yards from the restaurant. Irina tried to resist, but to force me to drop the idea failed. Taking her hand, I dragged her to ladieswear and, seated on the sofa, turned to the smiling Manager — Here is the virtual model of her figure. Here try these panties and bra, turn her back... or this set... again, turn... Satisfied or something more open?

  A few minutes later I found the option that seemed the most interesting. Pointing a finger at him, I asked to play with colours, decided and switched to mental communication:

  — Ira! Try it first, I'm going to fall into the tray... And do not wait a minute to put on!

  — Here's another! immediately she protested. Because it's not a barracks! Oh No, I'm not wearing... You crazy or what? In the underwear, I'm just naked!

  — Don't argue! The experiment — mean experiment...

  After a couple of minutes, hiding his eyes and hunched over, she walked out of the dressing room and, without looking at me, asked:

  And what I look like?

  — First, straighten up! Squirmed like an old lady! — I slapped her on the back, forcing him to stick out his chest, in a tight blouse seemed to me even more. — Secondly, relax... Now go to the mirror and look at yourself again. If your hair a bit, here, something like... I came up behind her and tidied her hair. I'm about to faint. From happiness...

  — Do not lie! an interest in examining itself, is not so aggressive she murmured...

  After killing another hour on hair salon appointments, we finally got out on the street. I took the girls all of the packages and, behind her steps, twenty, jealously watched the oncoming men, stumbling on her eyes, began to swallow the drool from desire. A minute later the first brave nearly broke the tray door Express delivery of flowers, pulled out a huge bouquet of roses and tried to introduce myself. Then I started to get mad — brave has become much more, and Irina formed a small tail waiting for their turn to try your luck, men. Seeing her own face reflected in the window of a shop, I suddenly realized that she was happy. ... Quietly decided to leave...

  — Vic! You have no idea what this means to me. I couldn't be happier! — The cry rang in my head, almost made me jump, Orlova, turning on the spot, ran up to me and stood on tiptoe, kissed me on the cheek.

  — I am very happy. And I think that now you my company is not so necessary! sadly, as I said, and handed her a small box that was purchased while she was sitting at the hairdresser's. — Here you go. And I'm probably going to go: you have only two days to crash. Call me...

  Resolutely turning his back on her, I walked slowly to the other side, trying not to think about those lucky ones who are lucky enough to spend time with her these days.

  — Wait, Vic! What? Where are you going? — Irina, instantly once there, pulled me by the arm and turned me around to face him, If you don't mind, I'd... Take me with you, okay?

  — What you like a little? Layoffs don't happen too often. So take a moment to rest before the war! My society you enough and so Look around a bunch of young guys that can give you two days of bliss...

  — Vic! I don't want anyone to look! — Ira came close and looked me in the eye. — I only want to be with y
ou! And not just because today you made me feel like a woman. Though and for that I'm very grateful. Just all this time I thought only about you! Maybe stupid to say this, but... in order to be around, I'm ready for everything: to wait as much as necessary for you to carry your backpack and even go into a different pair. I... love you... — She kept zavernuvshis tears and added: 'If you want to find some other woman, then I'll be waiting for you at the hotel...

  — Where is the box that I gave you? frowning, I asked.

  — Here! — upset she handed me your right hand.

  — Open...

  Sad sigh, she clicked the little button and when I looked inside, looked at me full of tears and hopeful eyes:

  — Earrings? Me? For what?

  You, Irina... a Minute ago I was dying of jealousy of someone getting lucky tonight...

  Really? — shone it.

  — The truth! — I pulled her down and kissed her on the nose. — And now I'm jealous of myself!

  Oh, I'll give you so many reasons! playfully strelnuvshi eyes, she jumped into my arms and, ignoring the confused glances of passers-by, began to kiss me. And then reached to my ear and whispered:

  — Today... and in General... you're lucky... only... you...

  Black "ACE the Phantom", slowly emerged from behind the advertising holograms, depicting covered with exotic flowers, the hotel is on the shore of a remarkably blue lake, at first it seemed to Irina illusion. But it was the limo to hang over the pedestrian bridge, turn on the landing lights and release the ladder, as in her memory of any one of paragraphs instructions for conduct in dismissal.

  Don't you think that now is one of those times when we have to...

  — Wow! Orlov! I love how you look... and saw the crazed face of the Konti that have arisen in the doorway of the flyer, Ira was interrupted in mid-sentence and he felt himself blushing, You where such armor grabbed? Th blush? Shy? In vain! Dressed up in the theme — we're going to "harlequin"!

  — What is the "harlequin"? asked the wolves, putting an arm around Orlov's waist. Amusement Park, more than three dozen rooms, holovideo, theatre-acoustic complex and...

  — You're kind of dreamed about "Speedster"? — interrupted Vic. Or it you have it so swollen?

  — Say, too... — grinned guy. — The "speedy," you can fly high together... And I have big plans... And I thought of you...

  — About me? he said Orlov. — You hoped that the sight of this monster I shustrenko offended?

  — What are you still bastards... — feigned sniffed Ricky. I rented a limo in order not to let you waste away! Who, besides me, will take care of cultural program? Who will bring with him his friends? Even such vile, how are you?

  — I! — pushing it to the side, out popped Helen and showing Irina thumb, nodded in the direction of the ladder: — Okay, cut the shit. Climb inside! Fly to have fun! Excuses are not accepted!!!

  — We have other plans... — tried to protest wolves.

  — Yes, we know your plans grinned mischievously Williams. — On faces in-about-from such letters written... in the Evening! All the evening! I have, incidentally, also plans were... Ford to get... And now I am flying to the dance!

  Irina looked at Victor and felt that it provides the right solution for her, decisively moved to the ladder.

  In the flyer it was noisy and crowded: ten girls a very sprightly appearance, already had time to indulge in alcohol, stuck to a "unity" and "two" and with laughter trying to drink pretty happy with women's attention Schwarz. Conti, barely waiting until the wolves climb into the cabin, whooping picked up the nearest pretty girl and fell in significantly caved in under his weight in the chair, put her on his lap...

  — How did you find us? — taking out of the hands Helen a glass of something bright red, thought Orlov.

  Ricky pressed the alarm sensor and very kindly demanded the bearing to your comm... — smiling, said Williams. — I figure out how then he'll get it...

  — Hmm... — For a moment, imagining what forces had to come into motion in the Complex upon receipt of the alarm, Irina stunned looked at her friend and wagged his finger at his temple...

  ...At the Harlequin was really cool. The first couple of hours table, ordered Ricky and Helen, slowly floated through the air among the hundreds of anti-gravity platforms hidden in the mysteriously shimmering with reflected light polarized bubbles. The trajectory was headed by Williams: in obedience to her commands, the sphere froze for a bit then the dance floor, with a fabulous imagination rose garden, then over the lagoon water Park. Merry company flew with cosy sofas, rushed into the crowd entertained people and had fun as they could. Around midnight with plans decided all, and the platform gradually emptied. "Unity" in the company of two girls decided to fight in the bowling alley on the strip. Ellen and Ford ran off in one of the halls of virtual games. Krause and Conti, taking with them as many as four lovers of thrills, rushed to ride airbike. Ira and Vic, instructing Hasek and Gomez to deal with the others, went on the cozy dance floor, where he played a slow and beautiful music. Deciding that enough was amused the company and now have a right to privacy...

  The first touch of hands Volkova back to her waist burned a girl like fire: with his arms around his neck, Orlov closed his eyes... and felt her shiver. Clinging to her man with his body, she inhaled his scent... and stopped to think... Drunk on the feeling of the unity of souls who have lost all sense of time, Ira every cell absorbed the fleeting touch of Victor and gradually went mad.

  The poems that she mentally recited the wolves, she began to understand once the meaning of the words slowly sank in that God-awful deepness, where she stayed for — Can I kiss her?

  Come and see who is calling! — shy girl and tried to root around for been slipped over her floor blanket. And suddenly realized that it is not in the hotel room, and inside the taxi that they called the day before. And that it cuts on the circular route, God knows what lap.

  — Igor! Hi! Sorry we're late. Overslept. And flew God knows where -- Victor turned to the comm so that the Ira were not included in the coverage area of optical sensors.

  — No time for vagrants... Soon the war... However, judging by your face, the night you've had! — Hearing snide tone Semenova, Irina imagined his happy face and slightly angry. — Do not worry: apart from me and the wolf still asleep. So especially not in a hurry. The main thing — do not forget that tomorrow we have to be on base!

  — Don't forget... — the wolves and chuckled, turning off the comm, he turned to the eagles: — So! Where were we?

  — You promised to kiss my breast out from Irene. — I... I want you, honey, but can't seem...

  — Do not understand? — stunned he looked at her, Victor.

  Feeling that blushing to the roots of the hair, Irina hid her face on his chest and whispered:

  — You're my first.

  Is the best thing I've ever heard whispered in response, wolves, and, lifting her chin, kissed me on the lips.

  Don't answer the kiss did not happen. And hold hands, stretching to his neck, too... So in eternity, leaning back on his back and carrying HIM along, she heard her own voice. As if from afar:

  — A favorite! Just try to stay...

  The room was downstairs, holding hands. And numb from feeling the real happiness. Not immediately noticed children gathered in front of the restaurant.

  — Orlova! Can I cover your face with cloth? And I can't see your happy face! — slyly smiled Helen. And mentally added a very different tone: — I am very happy for you, iris...

  — Something Vic is too fresh! — assumed a compassionate expression, "it is sad" said Conti, Maybe he had second? Or you, my friend, are ill-prepared? Can I borrow a couple of mine, if that...

  — I and they will pull out! — snapped Irina, presenting one of his whore with his Victor. — And you with them! Then we pulled on you instead of a skirt tablecloth, and you get a lovely bell.

  Don't forget to snatch language: chatty bells does not happen. And they have nothing to prod
uce! — laughed wolf. — Though Ellen is right: the face, satisfied yours, I'd never seen...

  — Well, happy, happy! Jealous?

  — Of course! — grinned Hasek. — Now you each jump into Hyper will be in pleasure, And I with Gomez, according to you, what is?

  — Got it! — Orlov chuckled and, for a second, stopping short so as not to frighten visited her thought... Volkov pulled in the direction of the stairs to the first floor: — We now have a minute, please, we need something to buy. Until you get us something to eat, okay?

  — I've got something else in bulk! — yelled after him Conti. You for a month will be enough!

  Wow, your cows messed with you that night... snarled the girl as he ran down one flight down. — Or do you overestimate yourself?

  — Where are we going? — asked Vick, when they shot out into the street. — What are you so hurry?

  — Why I have decided to buy the guys gifts. But then I felt sorry for them...

  — What presents? — looked at Orlov Victor. — I? No pity for me?

  — In this sense — no! — Irina giggled. Don't rush it, you'll see!

  He shrugged his shoulders and all the way to the store, offended silence. But when Orlov blundered into a sex shop, asked the shop assistant to show first artificial woman, Victor fell in the nearest chair and laughed.

  — Girl, and you have something special, thicker! Like a Hippo? Preferably female... — somehow having coped with a laugh, he asked after a moment. — And then we have one friend loves big ladies!

  — There! — smiled salesman. — It is the penultimate model year.

  — What? they asked in unison.

  — A smaller number of basic settings. For example, only three colors of the eye. Small functionality issues — due to the large size she can't bring, for example, tea. In General, a bit weak stabilization system in space. Yes, even the face morph is quite primitive. Six main variants and a dozen intermediate...

  — I don't care! Satisfied! Wolves had a lot of fun. — We still have seven pieces. The scarier the better. And what about the model years not saturates — we don't care.