F-Team [IC, Session 1]
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				Title: <strong>F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 08:52:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Warehouse1_zps031116d9.jpg)</div><br><strong>Current F-Team Hideout</strong><br><strong>Somewhere In New California</strong><br><br>'This place is a dump' is what most people thought upon seeing the exterior of the warehouse the F-Team called home. It was in the oldest part of town and was indeed the oldest building in the oldest part of town. A warehouse from ages long past when humans used to actually manually pick up boxes and carry them places to be stored. Even amongst warehouses it was a relic. The block it stood on had long since been demolished, leaving it the only building standing and the only access to it a shabby dirt road wedged between only slightly more modern buildings that had sprouted up around it. <br><br>Inside, however, was a different story. The outside was just a front to hide the more modern stylings that sat inside the three level warehouse turned home. The entire bottom floor of the warehouse had been cleared, turned into a garage where the team could store and maintain their vehicles. It was big enough to accomidate multiple cars and bikes, as well as the custom made armored transport they rode into 'hot zones'.&nbsp; A small workshop was set up on one part of the ground floor to the west. To the east, a small lounge area with couch, chair, and TV set. On the north side, a small kitchen area. <br><br>The open layout continued upwards. A single staircase spiraled upwards to the second floor where rooms were arranged around the sides of the warehouse, leaving the center of the floor open so one could peer down onto the lower floor. Squad member rooms were here, each decorated in the taste of the particular member that occupied it. Walls were fairly thin here, so any 'activities' that might take place could be heard by adjoining rooms. Not a place for the shy to get frisky. The warehouse only sported a single bathroom and, while it did have a full bath and shower, there was some jostling for use of it during the mornings - unless one wanted to share.&nbsp; Share they did. <br><br>Up to the next floor, the design closed off. The entire space was in use. Up here was the domain of tactical planning, equipment maintenance, and other things the team were forced to classify as 'work'. A large communications room took up one side of the third floor, the domain of Kate and Kate, the two rather gorgeous girls who manned the radio at seemingly all hours. The two were almost always working and had become something like mascots for the team. They arranged jobs and were often the first point of contact for clients. Not only that, they tended to the well-endowed futa girls' 'needs' from time to time. Though the boss lady herself wasn't shy about keeping her girls happy, either. In any case, once jobs were taken the action typically moved to a room that was half conference room, half lounge.<br><br><br>The meeting room was at odds with itself. At one end of it, a whiteboard and markers for planning, chairs set up in front of it. At the other end, a ping-pong table, couch, and TV with entertainment center. It was like someone had begun the operation with serious tactical planning in mind, then gave up and said 'fuck it, I want to play ping-pong'. Probably Kat. <br><br>The final bit of the third floor was occupied by another large room, one dedicated to holding weapons, ammunition, explosives, and other tools of the trade. All locked safely away behind a heavy steel cage, only the boss lady and the Kates had the code to open it up. As much to prevent theft as it was to prevent girls from going on drunken benders. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 08:58:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/BossCat_zpsb868c077.jpg)</div><strong>Katrina Lawton ~ Boss Kat</strong><br><strong>Role:</strong> Team Leader<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ground Floor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any<br><br>Another day, another dollar. Yawn. Katrina shuffled down the spiral staircase, one hand on the railing to avoid any nasty spills. Once tumbling down the stairs was enough. Granted, she was drunk that time, but one can never be too careful. Especially when it was early and she was still worn from the night before. Which one of the girls had she fucked the night before? ...All of them? Nah, even for her that would've been pushing it. Couldn't remember, though. Maybe one of them, maybe two. Maybe at the same time. She was kind of half-drunk on beer and half-drunk on a job well done. Either way, she'd had her fun. As she hit the last step, she grunted and shielded her eyes from the light streaming in through the windows. <br><br>"...Okay, so maybe my idea of 'early' is noon.." Kat muttered to herself. Yeah. A good time last night. Definitely. Katrina was barely dressed, wearing only a pair of black panties and a red and black checkered flannel shirt left wide open, bare breasts and toned stomach both exposed. This was pretty well dressed for Kat in the morning. More often than not she shuffled down in panties, hair a mess. One time she went naked. She was not a morning person. The blonde moved groggily over to the kitchen area, on the hunt for coffee. First, she'd get refreshed and perked up, then she'd see if the Kates had come up with any new jobs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 09:06:38</strong>
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				Hanna Lambert<br>Role: Air Support<br>Location: Ground Floor<br>Tagging: Kat<br><hr><br>"Ah, <em>guten morgan</em> Boss Kat." Hanna smiled at her chief as she leaned back against the kitchen counter, a cup of hot chocolate in her hand as she sipped on it. Hanna's upbringing had worked on her well, meaning she was generally more punctual and very level-headed of the crew; and much like Kat, she was dressed very minimally, in little more than a pair of lacy panties the same colour as her long red hair and an old white man's dress shirt; neither of which were worn in any way that covered her ample breasts or sizable member. Her ash-grey wolf ears and tail twitched a little as she held out a coffee mug to Kat. "Here you go. Freshly made."
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 09:08:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/8f797221337c38e1001e805abda9c634/http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p257/dragondude_03/Soldier_107445_1200x1500theAnimeGallerycom.jpg)</div></div></div>Summer Whitman<br>Role: Driver/Demo Expert<br>Location: Ground Floor<br>Tagging: Kat, Open<br><br>"Look who finally decided to join the living." Summer said, as Kat stumbled downstairs. She passed a bag of McDonald's over to Kat, the bag holding a big ol' burger and fries. "Soda's in the fridge, coffee's in the pot. I got us a bunch of 2-liters of soda." Good ol' reliable McDonald's-how many decades and trillions served, and still going strong. <br><br>"Let's eat, Kat. You look like hell." Summer said, sitting down and starting on her food. "Figured I'd splurge a little, get some grease instead of the bargain basement kind of food we've been eating."
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>amol</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 09:21:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rule34.xxx//samples/1054/sample_56d4df3502c59013f6358d7731a21bd4.jpg?1054255)</div><strong>Amanda Black</strong><br><strong>Location: </strong>Her room -&gt; kitchen<br><br>Amanda was not sure what had happened. Either she had been attacked by a horrible slime monster or somehow she had been covered in cum. She felt sticky all over and she still had the taste of cum in her mouth. So she ruled out the slime monster. Anyway it had been a while since she saw a slime monster. <br>She stumbled out of bed to get downstairs. She really needed two things coffee and a shower preferably at the same time. Who the hell had brought all that vodka to the party last night and why the hell had Amanda decided that she could down a bottle by herself? "Fuck my head hurts"<br><br>Wearing only a pair of thong panties that miserably failed to hide anything, Amanda got down the stairs and stumbled into the kitchen to find Kat, Summer and Hannah. Kat looked almost in as bad a shape as Amanda. In her best zombie impression she said, "must... have... coffee....."<br>She poured herself a cup and looked around, "Wow. I feel fucked... I need a shower.", she sipped at the hot coffee.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>1SAZ</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 09:44:27</strong>
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				<strong>Rena Wilcox<br>Location:</strong> Her room -&gt; Armory -&gt; Kitchen<br><br>Unlike the majority of her team, Rena woke early each day, her internal alarm clock waking her at 7:00 am every morning, no matter where she was in the world. Today was no different for the Swedish lass, and knowing full well that the rest of her comrades would no doubt be sleeping in, she happily went about her morning activities in relative silence. The slim and dainty looking girl wore a pair of ultra-short workout shorts and spandex top that did little to hide her shapely, albeit small for her group, bust. Slipping her MP3 player into the waistband of her shorts and the earbuds into her ears, Rena began to workout with a bout of shadowboxing before following it up with hanging sit ups from her door.<br><br>While most would peg the small girl as a girly girl, once inside her room, the opposite was clear to see. Posters of fast cars and modern firearms littered her walls, and on the desk at the far side from her bed was an array of gadgetry and circuit boards, as well as her prized laptop. She worked hard to build the system from scratch, and it proved fruitful after one or two mishaps. It could withstand a mortar strike, or at least she assumed it could.<br><br>Slipping down from her door, Rena headed out of her room, grabbing a bottle of water and a protein bar before heading to the third floor. There, she found the armory, which was essentially her work space. While all the girl's had their equipment stored there, it was Rena who kept every weapon in working order, and she reveled in the work. Even the tedious cleaning with a cue-tip was enjoyable to her, much to the confusion of the rest of the team. However, they wouldn't dare question it, since all their weapons functioned at the end of the day. Sighing softly, Rena happily went to work on her favorite rifle, the Swedish AK5C, cleaning it with care and precision while she waited for everyone to awaken.<br><br>As noon rolled by, Rena could hear the stirrings of her friends on the floor below, chuckling to herself before heading down to the kitchen. The small girl slowly snuck up to her boss before giving her a hug from behind with a giggle. "Morning everyone. Or should I say afternoon? You all should wake up earlier." Rena said before taking a seat on the kitchen counter, smiling like a fool. Her indigo eyes gazed out with a sparkle, a cheer that came with being a morning person it seemed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 09:51:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/BossCat_zpsb868c077.jpg)</div><strong>Katrina Lawton ~ Boss Kat</strong><br><strong>Role:</strong> Team Leader<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ground Floor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any<br><br>Kat grinned and quite happily accepted the hot cup of coffee from Hanna, the aroma alone seeming to revitalize her a bit. The bag of greasy fast food was also taken, but set aside for the moment. It would have to wait a bit, at least until she.d gotten a shower and some clothes on. "Ah, you girls spoil me. Unless yer just doin, this so you can make a joke about&nbsp; me having a big slab of hot beef in my mouth, in which case you're fired." The boss took a sip of coffee and leaned against the counter, watching Amanda come down. Kat grinned. Ah, someone as hostile to mornings as she was. Well, afternoons. Either way, she didn't feel quite so lazy. "Ah, good idea. I'm gonna join you, if there's room for one more. After that, I'll tear into this healthy breakfast an' see if the Kates have anything lined up for us."<br><br>Kat was cut off as Rena hugged her from behind. Damn early bird! Before the tech whiz could move away, Kat wound her arm around the other woman's waist and drew her in for a squeeze."Ah, fuck you! Amanda and I just need our beauty rest! The rest of you girls keep hoggin' all the good looks!" Another flash of that grin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 10:01:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/8f797221337c38e1001e805abda9c634/http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p257/dragondude_03/Soldier_107445_1200x1500theAnimeGallerycom.jpg)</div></div></div>Summer Whitman<br>Role: Driver/Demo Expert<br>Location: Ground Floor<br>Tagging: Kat, Open<br><br>Summer laughed a little as she dug into her food. "I'd have to aim that joke at myself, hun. I've got a big ol' slab of beef in my mouth to." She said, laughing more. Seemed like the rest of the team was coming downstairs and grabbing the greasy bags Summer had bought. "I agree with Kat on that sentiment-fuck mornings. Nothing exciting happens in the morning, all the fun stuff happens at night." She smirked a little at that. She had heard the activities in Kat's room while she was trying to sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 10:16:13</strong>
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				Hanna Lambert<br>Role: Air Support<br>Location: Ground Floor<br>Tagging: Any<br><hr><br>"Speak for yourselves dears." Hanna smiled. "My father always said to seize the day and never let it go to waste." she then smirked. "Of course, I don't think he meant it in quite the way we all like, <em>ja</em>?" she laughed. She might have been the quiet and level-headed one, but she was still a well-endowed futa-girl, and she'd always happily admit to wanting a pair of plump breasts to snuggle up against, and a tight pussy to thrust into; or depending on her mood, a hot futa-cock to stretch her own pussy upon. "Speaking of the Kate's though, I wonder if they've found any leads on that thing I asked them for." she mused for a moment, as her bare cock twitched and her exposed nipples hardened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>1SAZ</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 10:17:47</strong>
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				<strong>Rena Wilcox<br>Role: Technical Support<br>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br>Tagging: Open<br><br>Rena blushed as she was quickly trapped by her boss' arm around her waist, though she hardly minded. She giggled at Kat's comment before giving her a quick kiss on the cheek and a seductive smirk that said 'yes please'. "Boss, you are a sexy ass mother fucker with the skills to pay the bills. You just need to get up earlier. And Amanda... Well, you scare me most of the time, but that doesn't make you any less hot!" Pulling away from Kat, Rena headed over to the coffee pot and began to pour herself a cup, only for one of her favorite songs to start playing in her ears. Swaying her hips to the beat, of Kangaroo Court by the Capital Cities, fully aware of the way her shorts hugged her rear, she hummed along despite the fact that no one else in the room could hear the song.<br><br>Taking a sip of the warm, black liquid, Rena spun around on her heal like a trained dancer, her hips still swaying with the music in her ears. "A shower does sound nice, I'll be honest. I'm still covered in sweat from my morning workout," she said with a huff, her body holding the sheen of the morning sun on the droplets of sweat that covered her skin. "I'll let you all fight over pecking order though, I'm gonna just enjoy my coffee," she added before taking another slow swing from her cup.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>amol</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 10:25:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rule34.xxx//samples/1054/sample_56d4df3502c59013f6358d7731a21bd4.jpg?1054255)</div><strong>Amanda Black</strong><br><strong>Location: </strong> kitchen<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>Anyone <br><br>Amanda sat down with her coffee. And looked at Rena as she entered and hugged the Kat. She laughed at the futa, "Fuck you Rena. Mornings were created to annoy people." And smiled at the compliment, "And you scare the hell out of me honey. Anyone that can get up that early clearly has made a pact with the devil. But what the fuck, that deal have given you one hell of a bod. And you move that ass like no one. How's a futa supposed to get any work done with that ass of yours moving around like that?"<br><br>She put her feet on the table and leaned back with her coffee. "I just need to drink this then I'm all for sharing a shower. It might be cramped but that only makes it fun." she said as she scratched her balls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 16:41:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/BossCat_zpsb868c077.jpg)</div><strong>Katrina Lawton ~ Boss Kat</strong><br><strong>Role:</strong> Team Leader<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ground Floor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hanna, Amanda, Rena<br><br>Kat grinned and raised her coffee cup to Hanna, "So glad to hear you volunteer to see if we've got any work today. They oughtta be in the comm room. Not sure those girls ever get any sleep, though you ladies don't exactly help, always keepin' 'em up." The boss lady continued to grin as she sipped her hot beverage. The Kates were curvy and attractive, no strangers to futa libidos. <br><br>Feeling a bit more perky after a few sips of coffee - at least perky enough to make it to the shower without falling over - Kat set her mug aside and pulled herself to her feet. She might as well hit the showers before the food got cold. "Alright ladies, I'm hittin' the shower. Boss lady gets the first crack at it. Amanda, Rena, if one of you ladies wants to hop in you won't hear me complain." A little wink. Yeah, she was a bit of a hornball this morning, but who could blame her with so many lovely women walking around? "Game plan is we all finish waking up, then we meet in the conference room and see what the Kates had to say to Hanna. With any luck, we'll be out there makin' money by late afternoon. See you ladies shortly." <br><br>That said, Kat turned and headed upstairs, course set for the second floor bathroom. She stripped down and had the water running in no time, the warm spray pouring down her body, making her curvy body glisten. Blonde hair slicked back, muscles shining under the pouring water, Kat refreshed herself by washing up. Though the thought of one of the girls coming to join her did help to perk her up as well. Showering with company was always more fun. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>amol</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 17:48:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rule34.xxx//samples/1054/sample_56d4df3502c59013f6358d7731a21bd4.jpg?1054255)</div><strong>Amanda Black</strong><br><strong>Location: </strong> Ground floor <br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Kat, Rena, <br><br>Amanda emptied her cup of coffee. "Damn. I needed that. Takes away most of the bad taste." She grins at Kat's comment about the Kates. "Hey Boss Ma'am Lady Kat... It's them that keep us up. At least I have a hard time getting down when they are around. But then again what does it matter? Sleep is overrated unless it's after 5 AM."<br><br>Amanda gets up and follows Kat towards the showers, "I'm right on your tail Boss." she grins, "and what a tail. Just don't use all the hot water before I get there."<br><br>Amanda staggers up the stairs to the living area. She's considerably less wobbling now that when she got down. She heads to the bathroom and discards the thong she was wearing. She pauses a while to wonder who's thong it really is because this one actually concealed less than her thongs normally did. She shrugs and enters the shower with Kat.<br><br>"Hi there boss. Damn girl...." she looks at Kat's hot body as she enters the shower, not many women are taller than Amanda, but Kat beats her just by an inch.".... damn, you look good today." Amanda could feel her cock hardening. She runs her hands up along Kat's back and gently massages her shoulders. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 18:04:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/BossCat_zpsb868c077.jpg)</div><strong>Katrina Lawton ~ Boss Kat</strong><br><strong>Role:</strong> Team Leader<br><strong>Location:</strong> 2F Bathroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Amanda<br><br>"Kissass," Kat playfully chides, grin on her lips as she eyes the amazonian woman over her shoulder. She might have the height advantage (however slight), but Amanda certainly has her beat for muscle mass and damn do those strong hands feel nice massaging her shoulders. She gives them a slow roll, "Mmh, but I'll let it slide. Just this once though," she murmurs playfully. Kat settles back against the other woman, making certain to press the futa's thick shaft against her ass, feeling it stiffen more as it presses against her. A little yawn escapes her lips, the last of her tiredness fleeing her body, awoken by both java and hot shower. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>amol</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 18:25:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rule34.xxx//samples/1054/sample_56d4df3502c59013f6358d7731a21bd4.jpg?1054255)</div><strong>Amanda Black</strong><br><strong>Location: </strong> 2F Bathroom<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Kat<br><br>"Yours! I'd kiss it any day." Amanda grins back at Kat. As Kat pushes back against her, Amanda's hands move from Kat's shoulders and around to cup her massive breasts. Amanda's own rack presses against her Boss' back as her now fully hard twelve inches moves between her ass cheeks. "It feels like you are lettings something else slide boss." Amanda grins. <br>Amanda then begins to kiss Kat's neck, alternating between small kisses and gently nipping the neck. While she does that she massages the large breasts now resting in her hands. She laughs a little at Kat's yawn, "Am I boring you boss?" and then she yawns herself, "Damn, it's contagious". 
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 18:51:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/BossCat_zpsb868c077.jpg)</div><strong>Katrina Lawton ~ Boss Kat</strong><br><strong>Role:</strong> Team Leader<br><strong>Location:</strong> 2F Bathroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Amanda<br><br>Kat arches her back a little, pressing her chest into those strong, greedy hands. Her nipples were already stiff with arousal. Something about being in the shower with a naked, muscular, well-hung woman might've had something to do with it. Especially when she could feel said woman's fat, hard cock pressing against her ass. As Amanda chides her, then lets out a little yawn of her own, the blonde laughs, "Let's try an' not stay up so damn late next time." Of course it would never happen, but it was always the way to make those morning after 'never again' promises only so one could break them that same night. "Why don't we wake up a little, huh?" suggested the boss, head tilting to the side to expose her neck to more kisses. Mmm. She shifts her hips, swaying her ass back against her team member's groin. Tilting her head back, she gives the other woman an impish grin, "Quick fuck? I think we got time before the meetin'. Maybe one of the other girls will join us too."
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 19:02:05</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>amol</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 19:55:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rule34.xxx//samples/1054/sample_56d4df3502c59013f6358d7731a21bd4.jpg?1054255)</div><strong>Amanda Black</strong><strong><br>Role: </strong>Close combat<br><strong>Location: </strong> 2F Bathroom<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Kat, Summer<br><br>Amanda grinned at the promise to never stay up late. She knew that neither of them would ever keep that, "Yes let's try not to. And I'll never touch alcohol again." With one hand she reached down to Kat's pussy. She started slowly to run her fingers along the lips as she kept kissing Kat's neck, "Waking up sounds like a deal. A quick fuck would be just the way to do that. Where do you want it O mighty Boss Lady?" and with a smile she continued, "The day there isn't time for a quick fuck is the day they dismantle the futa team."<br><br>Gently parting Kat's lips and gently squeezing her nipple, Amanda hears Summer enter. She looks over her shoulder and gives Summer her brightest smile, "You know that I've always got room for one more in the back or maybe we should pay the boss lady for some of the fun she give us." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 21:03:20</strong>
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				Hanna Lambert<br>Location: Ground floor -&gt; Third Floor<br>Tagging: The Kates<br><hr><br>Hanna could tell an order when it came, even phrased as it was by the Boss. She gave her a lazy salute with her free hand and nodded. "Yes ma'am, I'll get on that." she called after the departing Kat, before finishing her cocoa and putting the mug in to be washed. After that, she adjusted her clothes to be a little more comfortable, and headed on her way up to the<em>Sanctum Sanctorum</em> of The Kates, putting just a hint of a sway in her hips as she walked up the steps.<br><br>Arriving outside the communications room, she tapped on the door with the back of her hand. "Knock knock." she called out. "Either of you awake in there?" she called gently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 22:02:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/BossCat_zpsb868c077.jpg)</div><strong>Katrina Lawton ~ Boss Kat</strong><br><strong>Role:</strong> Team Leader<br><strong>Location:</strong> 2F Bathroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Amanda, Summer<br><br>Kat shivered softly with the teasing, pressing her thighs together around Amanda's fingers. She pressed back against Amanda all the more, urging the strong woman behind her to ease that cock inside her. Damn, she was horny. These ladies had a way of driving her wild, each and every one of them. Kat squirmed her hips all the more, swaying her ass against Amanda's twelve inch shaft, rubbing the thick, rock-hard length against her round ass. She tilted her head back and stole a few kisses from the muscular woman's lips before they were joined by Summer. Kat laughed, "I don't know how much room we got with Muscles in here, but c'mon in."<br><br>She grinned and helped Summer in, sliding the glass door shut behind her. A bit tighter for space now, but she didn't mind being trapped between these two beauties. Not one bit. "Fuck yeah, let's get dirty before we get clean." joked the boss lady, bending at the waist to situate herself with Summer's ten inches in front of her at her lips and Amanda's hulking frame behind her, twelve inches ready to fuck whatever hole she desired. Kat ran her tongue up Summer's hard cock, swirling it around the tip slowly before wrapping her lips around it and suckling softly. Left hand comes in, grips the base of the girl's dick, strokes nice and slow. Mmm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 22:07:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/CommGirls_zps43b72a32.jpg)</div><strong>Kate Archer &amp; Kate Barrows</strong><br><strong>Role:</strong> Communications<br><strong>Location:</strong> 3F Comm Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hanna<br><br>"C'mon in!" chirped one of them. It sounded like Archer.<br><br>Both girls were up and at 'em when Hanna walked in. When weren't they? If they slept, it must've been in shifts or something because it seemed like one of the ladies was at the radio at all times. Both girls were at their desks, monitoring the radio and surveillance equipment - and generally goofing off. Both were dressed in olive green tank tops. Light, comfortable, great for showing off a bit of chest. Archer, the more athletic girl, was wearing shorts for bottoms, leaving her long legs exposed. Barrows, the curvier girl, sported worn denim jeans that hugged her round ass like a second skin. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 22:17:12</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/8f797221337c38e1001e805abda9c634/http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p257/dragondude_03/Soldier_107445_1200x1500theAnimeGallerycom.jpg)</div></div></div>Summer Whitman<br>Role: Driver/Demo Expert<br>Location: Ground Floor -&gt; Shower<br>Tagging: Kat, Amanda<br><br>Summer smiled as she stepped into the shower, letting Kat help her in. She continued smiling as Kat gave her hardening cock a nice lick. "I agree with that sentiment, boss." Summer said. She let out a moan as Kat wrapped her lips around her shaft. "Mm, yeah...been a while since I've had a good blowjob..." She said, leaning back against the wall as she did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 22:26:26</strong>
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				Hanna Lambert<br>Location: Third Floor<br>Tagging: The Kates<br><hr><br>The redhead smiled as she leaned against the wall and admired the two girls. "How you both manage to be so perky at all hours of the day, I really have no idea." she smiled warmly. "But anyway, the Boss asked me to chat you both up, and see if there's any jobs in the offering. You know how it is, <em>ja</em>?" she smiled. "Oh, and since I'm here, have you had any luck on sourcing that new gear I asked about?"<br><br>The last part had been a private request as much as anything else; a few months back they'd been on a job that had needed a helicopter for support, and the client they had been working for had supplied them one - a rusty, rattle-bang old Huey that had been used in Vietnam and had barely been flyable by the time Hanna had gotten behind the stick. Ever since that mission, she'd been searching to get a descent helo for the Squad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>amol</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 23:33:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rule34.xxx//samples/1054/sample_56d4df3502c59013f6358d7731a21bd4.jpg?1054255)</div><strong>Amanda Black</strong><strong><br>Role: </strong>Close combat<br><strong>Location: </strong> 2F Bathroom<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Kat, Summer<br><br>Seeing Kat bending down and taking Summer's ten inches causes Amanda's cock to throb. She looks down at the two holes being offered to her. It's so hard to decide but really that ass looks too good to leave alone. <br><br>Amanda steps a little back and positions her cock at the rear entrance of her boss. Amanda has never been able to resist a good ass when it presents itself to her. Her cock head is well lubricated with her precum and she pushes into the hot hole of the Kat. "I just love this ass. I could fuck your ass for hours boss." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>04-10-2013, 02:56:53</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/146/c/6/Sexy_Sniper_Study_by_LordVenom05.jpg)</div></div>Robin Waters<br>Role: Long Range/Tactical<br>Location: Highway outside headquarters &gt; Garage &gt; Kitchen<br>Tagging: Rena Wilcox<br><br>Buildings and cars went by her field of vision like a blur as Robin sped through the city. The roar of her motorcycle filling the air and scaring pedestrians as she rocketed past. The vehicle was all black with no markings of any other kind on it, so combined with her all black skin tight suit and helmet she would just seem like a black blur to anybody watching her go past on her way back to headquarters. Robin had been awake since dawn. It was fair to say she had unusual sleeping patterns, if one could even call them that, to be completely honest she couldn't say she slept more than two or three hours any given night. It was the implants that the government had put in her head, she wouldn't notice them any time during the day. But at night when everything was quiet it was like having a bee buzzing around inside her brain nonstop. So she filled those sleeping hours with other things, usually private things.<br><br>Robin activated the garage door opener for herself roughly a block away from the door its self, which was barely enough time. She was coming in hot, about sixty mph down the block before hitting the breaks and pulling back to power slide the sharp corner and right into the garage door that had just opened wide enough to let her in without taking her head off. The momentum alone was enough to slide her right into her normal parking spot. She turned off the engine and put the kick stand down just as the door was closing behind her. <br><br>*Probably just in time for the morning meeting.* She thought to herself as she pulled her helmet of and ruffled up her short red hair which had been completely flattened by this time. That's when she noticed the sounds of passion coming from the shower room. It was faint, but then none of the girls around here were very shy about this kind of thing. In fact she thought she could clearly make out the sounds of three people in the shower, one of them definitely Kat. "Guess I'm early after all." She said to herself.<br><br>Robin made her way casually to the kitchen with her helmet tucked safely under her arm. She saw that Rena was the only one there, quietly drinking her coffee. "Did everyone already come and go? Or were they distracted by the shower right away?" Robin asked Rena with a sarcastic grin as she walked passed the girl and straight to the coffee pot "Is this fresh?" She asked as she grabbed a mug and poured a cup of the steaming liquid despite what the answer would end up being.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>1SAZ</strong> on <strong>04-10-2013, 03:57:52</strong>
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				<strong>Rena Wilcox</strong><br><strong>Role:</strong> Technical Support<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Robin<br><br>Rena smiled as the rest of the girls left the kitchen, preferring to hang back and enjoy her mid day coffee and let the ladies hog the bathroom. After her second cup, Robin joined her in the kitchen, just in time to catch Rena singing along and dancing to her music. With a blush on her cheeks, Rena shook her head before chuckling softly. "They grabbed brunch like usual and buggered off to the bathroom for a shower. I'm waiting my turn. Four in that shower is just silly after all," she quipped with a wink before giggling. Sure, there were benefits to cramped quarters, but Rena just wanted to get cleaned up.<br><br>"As fresh as it gets around here. Or at least, fresh enough for a decent cup," she answered happily before returning to her gentle sway to the beat. Even on a mission, Rena usually kept her headphones in to listen to music, though she never lets it get in the way of her work. Swaying her hips absentmindedly, she brushed against Robin before giggling. A little tease was never a bad thing, especially working with the ladies of Frontline Squad. While Rena wasn't the best endowed in the chest area of the team, or the most hung, she did have quite the ass, and she did know how to use it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>04-10-2013, 04:45:20</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/146/c/6/Sexy_Sniper_Study_by_LordVenom05.jpg)</div></div>Robin Waters<br>Role: Long Range/Tactical<br>Location: Kitchen<br>Tagging: Rena Wilcox<br><br>Robin didn't respond to either of Rena's answers, she didn't need to. She just stood in front of the coffee pot and closed her eyes as she rose the mug to her lips and took a good long swig, relishing the hot liquid going down her throat. She opened her eyes when Rena brushed against her. The sound of her cute giggle made a sly smile snake across her lips.<br><br>Robin put her mug down and turned in place so that she was facing Rena from behind, and with how close the girl already was to her they were already almost grinding together. She sneakily reached up to Rena's ear and quickly popped one of the buds out and put it into her own ear, the girl's music suddenly filling her head. "Is this what you listen to all the time?" Robin asked. She began to get the groove of the music and slowly started to move with Rena.<br><br>"I have to admit, it is kinda catchy." She said as her hands moved down to rest gently on Rena's smaller hips. It wasn't necessarily Robin's kind of music, in fact Robin didn't really have a kind of music. As a little girl in the orphanage the only kind of music that was around was gospel and when she went to the government institution there was no music at all, so she just became used to thinking instead of just sitting and enjoying listening. But considering the circumstances, this music wasn't that bad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>04-10-2013, 06:48:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/BossCat_zpsb868c077.jpg)</div><strong>Katrina Lawton ~ Boss Kat</strong><br><strong>Role:</strong> Team Leader<br><strong>Location:</strong> 2F Bathroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Amanda, Summer<br><br>Kat groaned around Summer's thick cock as Amanda wedged her own girth into her ass and started pumping away. Her hands reached out, grasping at Summer's hips for support as the large, muscular woman's pre-cum-slicked shaft drove into her again and again. Each punishing thrust pushed forward, pushing Summer's ten inches further into her mouth, cramming the thick length down her throat. Maybe some other boss would find it degrading to get spit roasted by her subordinates, but Katrina didn't seem to mind at all. This.. actually seemed to happen on a fairly regular basis around here. It was hard to argue with the toe-curling orgasms the fair beauties of F-Team could dish out on a daily basis. It made unwinding after all that mercenary work so much more fun. And before. And sometimes during. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>04-10-2013, 06:56:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/CommGirls_zps43b72a32.jpg)</div><strong>Kate Archer &amp; Kate Barrows</strong><br><strong>Role:</strong> Communications<br><strong>Location:</strong> 3F Comm Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hanna<br><br>Archer clapped her hands together, excited by the oportunity to talk about the new chopper, "Oh yeah!" she exclaimed, "The bird is actually up on the roof. Our suppliers dropped it off last night! I'm surprised you all didn't hear it land!"<br><br><strong>"They were... 'busy',"</strong> interjected Barrows, using air quotes.<br><br>Archer laughed and grinned, lifting a finger, "Ooooh, right! Why didn't I get in on that? Too busy, I guess! Er.. not BUSY busy. Just.. busy! Anyway! Yeah! It's up there, just take the stairs all the way up. She's an MH-6! Lil' attack choppy! Outfitted with dual M134 miniguns that fire 7.62mm NATO rounds!"<br><br><strong>"Sorry, no missiles yet! Too expensive!"</strong> interjected Barrows again, this time picking up the thread of conversation, <strong>"And as far as jobs go, we've got one in the pipes! Here! Give it to the boss lady!" </strong><br><br>Kate passed over a manilla envelope. The contract was inside, all the details already prepared by the lovely Kates. Ready to be read at the meeting!
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>1SAZ</strong> on <strong>04-10-2013, 07:09:11</strong>
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				<strong>Rena Wilcox</strong><br><strong>Role:</strong> Technical Support<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Robin<br><br>Rena didn't notice at first that Robin had turned to face her backside, at least not until Robin had stole one of her earbuds. Blushing furiously as the woman listened in on her choice of music, Rena continued to dance about while shyly accepting the compliment about her choice in listening material. As she unwittingly ground her rear into Robin, the song changed to Daft Punk's Get Lucky, which was rather fitting considering the group the Swede ended up with. "Hey, I have good taste in music. Eclectic, but good," she countered with a smirk, turning her head to look at Robin over her shoulder. She shook her head shortly after before returning to her dance, smiling softly as she felt the gentle touch of Robin's hands on her hips.<br><br>"Careful, I take my dance partners very seriously..." Rena mused with a soft and husky tone in her voice, seductive considering her movements. She knew full well what a tease she could be, particularly in the mornings after her work out, and she grew to accept that after a short time with F-Team. After all, a bit of escape from the mission was often a good thing, and despite being shy, she was still quite the hornball thanks to the 'enhancements' she received. "So, how you liking that coffee?" she asked with a teasing smirk, pressing slightly closer to Robin while moving her hips in a steady pace, grinding against the girl a bit more obviously now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>04-10-2013, 07:17:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/8f797221337c38e1001e805abda9c634/http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p257/dragondude_03/Soldier_107445_1200x1500theAnimeGallerycom.jpg)</div></div></div>Summer Whitman<br>Role: Driver/Demo Expert<br>Location: Shower<br>Tagging: Kat, Amanda<br><br>Summer grabbed onto Kat's shoulders to help support her as she went farther down on her cock. She didn't push down on Kat, just let her keep going down by herself. "Yeah...mmm...thank God for good cocksuckers." She said, moaning out and letting the hot water cover her while Kat was sucking. She also watched as Amanda fucked Kat's ass, getting a little more excited as she watched Amanda go to town.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>04-10-2013, 07:53:00</strong>
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				Hanna Lambert<br>Role: Air Support<br>Location: 3F Comm Room<br>Tagging: The Kates -&gt; Any<br><hr><br>Hanna's delighted grin and quivering erection spoke volumes to the pair of Kates, as she scooped them both up in her arms and kissed them both good and hard for nearly a minute. "Girls, you are pearls beyond price, and if I wasn't about to go and test our new whirly-bird and tell the boss about our job, then I'd repay you both properly." she said, momentarily grinding against them both and groping their butts as her way to say thanks. "Hmm... tell you what, if you like, after this job, I'll let you both have full use of my body for a night, how's that sound?" she purred, before releasing them and then sashaying out with a swing in her hips. <br><br>She took the envelope as she went and slipped it into her shirt pocket as she then&nbsp; hurried out to the bathroom and tapped on the door. "Boss, the Kates have got a job lined up for us; I'll leave the details up on your desk." she called through the door, before heading off to drop off the contracts, and then headed on up to put some clothes on and then give the new helo a test flight. "Oooh, I hope it's got a bitchin' sound system." she said, practically bouncing with excitement. "Nothing like some in-flight beats to liven up a battle..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>amol</strong> on <strong>04-10-2013, 09:08:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rule34.xxx//samples/1054/sample_56d4df3502c59013f6358d7731a21bd4.jpg?1054255)</div><strong>Amanda Black</strong><strong><br>Role: </strong>Close combat<br><strong>Location: </strong> 2F Bathroom<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Kat, Summer<br><br>Amanda slammed into Kat's ass. That woman could take cock like she could lead - like a pro. As Amanda's cock went all the way in and her heavy balls slapped Kat's pussy, she reached out and pulled Summer into a deep kiss. She let her tongue play with Summer's and licked along her lips, "Should we give the Boss lady what she really wants? A good double stuffing? She usually goes wild when we do that." she said between the kisses.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>04-10-2013, 09:16:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/8f797221337c38e1001e805abda9c634/http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p257/dragondude_03/Soldier_107445_1200x1500theAnimeGallerycom.jpg)</div></div></div>Summer Whitman<br>Role: Driver/Demo Expert<br>Location: Shower<br>Tagging: Kat, Amanda<br><br>"Nah, I'm having too much of a good time getting my cock sucked." Summer said, kissing Amanda back. "I'll take the quick blowjob, then we gotta get clean and check if we got a contract of any kind." She said, thrusting her cock in and out of Kat's mouth, fucking her throat. She also reached over, grabbed the soap, and lathered up her boss's back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>04-10-2013, 09:17:07</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/146/c/6/Sexy_Sniper_Study_by_LordVenom05.jpg)</div></div>Robin Waters<br>Role: Long Range/Tactical<br>Location: Kitchen<br>Tagging: Rena Wilcox<br><br>As Rena danced closer she would feel Robin's cock hardening up against her suit and pressing into her ass, and robin did her best to keep the same motion. She found Rena's ass to be the perfect bun for her growing dog. The song changed and she wasn't familiar with this new one either but it was very easy to get into, she liked this one. She began to match her partners rhythm, grinding into her ass and pressing her chest against Rena's back. She slid her hands over the girl's thighs and brushed the tips of her fingers over the girl's bulge.<br><br>She smirked at the question about the coffee that she had disregarded after only one swig. "It's good, but I think I may have found the real best part of waking up." She said in retort as she eased her head in close to Rena's and brushed the tip of her nose along the girl's ear playfully.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 04:39:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/BossCat_zpsb868c077.jpg)</div><strong>Katrina Lawton ~ Boss Kat</strong><br><strong>Role:</strong> Team Leader<br><strong>Location:</strong> 2F Bathroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Amanda, Summer<br><br>Kat groaned deeply with pleasure as Amanda fucked her hard, the boss' round ass jiggling each time the powerful woman's hips slapped against it. She rocked back into those thrusts, eager to take every inch before the impact slammed her forward, cramming Summer's throbbing cock down her throat. She lewdly suckled and slurped the female's thick shaft, her left hand coming up to stroke at the bottom few inches. Her right remained on the girl's thigh, keeping a steady grip on it to help keep herself up otherwise Amanda's strong thrusts might knock her the hell over. Amanda only knew 'rough and hard' and that was the way she liked it, apparently. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>amol</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 09:55:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rule34.xxx//samples/1054/sample_56d4df3502c59013f6358d7731a21bd4.jpg?1054255)</div><strong>Amanda Black</strong><strong><br>Role: </strong>Close combat<br><strong>Location: </strong> 2F Bathroom<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Kat, Summer<br><br>The moans from Amanda became louder and louder. No doubt it could be heard throughout the house thanks to the think walls that they were blessed with. Her boss met her thrusts every time and only increased the pleasure for Amanda. Amanda realize that Summer had started to wash Kat's back and that meant she needed to cum inside the boss lady, no reason to ruin a job just started.<br>Amanda's strong arms took hold of Kat's hips and lifted her as she continued to fuck her hard. "Oh god boss. Your ass is just divine." she screamed as she started to unload her huge load of futa cum deep in the boss lady. She held Kat's ass to her hips as she came and leaned back against the wall of the shower. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 10:29:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/8f797221337c38e1001e805abda9c634/http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p257/dragondude_03/Soldier_107445_1200x1500theAnimeGallerycom.jpg)</div></div></div>Summer Whitman<br>Role: Driver/Demo Expert<br>Location: Shower<br>Tagging: Kat, Amanda<br><br>Summer moaned out herself, cumming just a half second after Amanda did, unloading her warm cum into her boss's mouth. She pulled out after being sure she was finished, and then started lathering her boss's body like nothing had happened. "Here." She said, passing the soap over to Amanda. "You're over on that side, wash the boss's ass." She giggled at that.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 04:47:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/BossCat_zpsb868c077.jpg)</div><strong>Katrina Lawton ~ Boss Kat</strong><br><strong>Role:</strong> Team Leader<br><strong>Location:</strong> 3F Meeting Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br>A short while later, after everyone had finished their 'morning routine', Kat called for a meeting in the conference room. Armed with her mug of coffee and the information passed on by the Kates, she looked over her team. Kat could be a lot of things; lazy, irresponsible, loud, brash, drunken, lecherous... but in these meetings she was always cool-headed and quick-witted. Inwardly, though, she knew she'd not be anywhere near as good without her team to back her up. She sipped her coffee, sighed happily as the caffeine coursed through her, and began,<br><br>"We've got one job up for grabs today. The Kates say it came in over the wire about midnight last night. The newly remodeled and re-opened Alcatraz just had it's first escapee. Some ganger named Antonio 'Slasher' Mendez. Leader of The Corsairs, some two-bit gang that makes it's money stealing and re-selling goods, bullying merchants, and selling drugs. Mendez made a raft out of some raincoats and tape and paddled his way out around eleven last night."<br><br>Kat leaned forward, sliding a mugshot onto the table, then a printout of some blueprints.<br><br>"The police haven't managed to find him yet, but our dynamic duo upstairs have pieced together some kind of algorithm that factors in accessibility, seclusion, and defensibility to come up with a list of probable hiding spots. They figure he's going to want to lay low for at least a day or two while the search spreads out. He can't go home and he's not going to go to any of the homes of his associates, or their old hideout. Too easy. With those off the list, the Kates' program came up with a few possible options and the girls selected one. Here," she tapped at the blueprint, "An old TeeVee Co. factory. It made 3D televisions during the 3D TV fad - from about October of 2015 to December that same year - and was shut down pretty much right after that. It's abandoned, in a cluster of other abandoned buildings, has good view of all access roads, and you can take side streets and alleyways to the nearest convenience mart. A perfect location to hide in. Slasher's gang was about a hundred strong, but he's not going to get that many of his cronies to come protect him. That many Corsairs moving around would raise suspicion. So, let's count on about twenty or so." <br><br>Kat leaned back, folding her arms under her chest.<br><br>"Before I tell you lovely lethal ladies about the approach, do we have any questions? I mean, aside from 'can we gangbang you when we get back?'" She grinned and waved dismissively. "You flatter me. Of course you can. Seriously, though. Questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 05:35:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/8f797221337c38e1001e805abda9c634/http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p257/dragondude_03/Soldier_107445_1200x1500theAnimeGallerycom.jpg)</div></div></div>Summer Whitman<br>Role: Driver/Demo Expert<br>Location: 3F Meeting Room<br>Tagging: Kat, open<br><br>"Is the place hooked up to any kind of electrical grid?" Summer asked. "Or is there a generator we know about? I figure if we can cut their power, we can throw on the NV goggles and take these guys down silently. And speaking of, what are the rules of engagement? Take Antonio alive, gangers expendable, or is it a little different?"<br><br>"Also, any chance of a roof entrance?" She asked, knowing the team's resident fly-girl would want it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 05:55:25</strong>
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				Hanna Lambert<br>Role: Air Support<br>Location: 3F Meeting Room<br>Tagging: Summer, Everyone<br><hr><br>Hanna smiled a little at Summer. "That's nice of you, Summer." she whispered softly as she patted her shoulder with a big grin on her lips. "Along with that, any of you guys got any special requests for some bangin' tunes you want me to use for the mission?" she asked them all with only a semi-serious smile on her lips; it was one of those quirks of Hanna's showing again - on missions when she was in a chopper with a sound system, she liked to blast appropriate music through the speakers, to provide a suitable ambiance. Most recently, she'd used <em>Long Tall Sally</em> when flying them on a job in the Middle East and before that, a rendition of <em>Radar Love</em> for a mission in Europe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 06:10:59</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/146/c/6/Sexy_Sniper_Study_by_LordVenom05.jpg)</div></div>Robin Waters<br>Role: Long Range/Tactical<br>Location: Kitchen - Conference Room<br>Tagging: Rena Wilcox - Whole Team<br><br>Robin had a major hard on just pulsing against Rena's ass, her face nuzzled into her neck and her hands caressing her curvy body when Kat and the other girl's finished their quote unquote shower and the boss announced that it was time to meet in the conference room. Robin had to secretly swallow a mouthful of saliva that she wouldn't be too proud to admit had been forming from a hungry lust that had been growing in her. She then sighed into Rena's soft neck "C'est la vie." She said below her breath. She reluctantly pulled away from Rena.<br><br>"To be continued..." Robin spoke coyly as she reached around and grabbed her coffee cup that that she had forsaken earlier, the liquid still hot enough to warm the mug. She then popped her helmet back under her arm&nbsp; and she began to walk for the stairs. But she paused for a moment at the edge of the kitchen and looked over her shoulder at Rena as if to see if she was coming. Or more if she was going to come with her. Then without revealing more of herself she turned away and headed for the stairs.<br><br>Once she made it into the conference room she instinctively found her way to a seat that was not directly next to anybody. Not because she particularly wanted to sit alone, but just because that's what she normally did. She placed her helmet on the table in front of her and listened in to what Kat had for them.<br><br>The layout seemed simple enough, some gang-banger with big balls jumped the prison walls and now he's held up with some of his gang-banger buddies just waiting for them to come in and catch him. No problem, not for their team of experts. Once Kat was finished with the mission specs and asked for&nbsp; questions Robin only had one thing that mattered to her and Summer had already brought it up but it seemed to her that the answer to the first part of her question was obvious. "Clearly we need to bring in, what was it? Slapper?...alive. How about his pawns though? Expendable?"&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 06:55:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/BossCat_zpsb868c077.jpg)</div><strong>Katrina Lawton ~ Boss Kat</strong><br><strong>Role:</strong> Team Leader<br><strong>Location:</strong> 3F Meeting Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br>"Slasher has to be brought in alive or we only get half the payout and an angry letter from the city. As much as I love posting new ones up on our Wall of Sternly Worded Notes From Mayor Harris, we really do need the money. His cronies are expendable, though the police would prefer them alive. I won't shed any tears if a few gangers go down in a firefight though," said Kat, "We should be aware, however, that some of them have augs. Back-alley, low-grade, stolen shit, but augs all the same. Expect some firepower."<br><br>Katrina leaned over and tapped at the blueprint once, "Right here is the roof. There's a vent system that leads down onto the main floor. The main floor is the most likely place they'll be. So, the plan is to have Hanna fly Summer and Rena onto the roof. At which point, Summer is going to deploy that canister of tear gas I managed to 'borrow' from the police during our last outing. She's going to drop it into the vent and hopefully send most of the thugs into some serious fits. At that point, she's going to radio myself, Amanda, and Robin. We're all going to mask up and both teams are gonna go in an' hit 'em hard. Up top I want Rena on point, followed by Summer and Hanna. There's a stairwell here.." she points it out on the map, "..that you can take down."<br><br>Leaning back, Kat finishes, "Amanda is going to put her boot to the side entrance, and we're going in that way. Amanda on point, myself behind her, with Robin in back to cover our asses and pick off anyone that tries to bolt for one of the other ground level exits. With any luck, it should be over pretty fast and maybe we can snag an outdated TV before the police arrive!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 22:04:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/8f797221337c38e1001e805abda9c634/http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p257/dragondude_03/Soldier_107445_1200x1500theAnimeGallerycom.jpg)</div></div></div>Summer Whitman<br>Role: Driver/Demo Expert<br>Location: 3F Meeting Room<br>Tagging: Kat, open<br><br>Tear gas. Not as flashy or as showy as other methods, but effective. Boring, but practical. Summer herself preferred that mentality. She wasn't one to waste precious explosives when smaller amounts would do the job-or when her shotgun could blow a door off its hinges. <br><br>The augs were a worry. Could be anything from cyberarms for smashing to cybereyes for aiming better. What could be worse is if one or two of them had augs that allowed them to resist tear gas. In which case, they'd get shot first. "Well, I think we have a plan of attack. And hey, if we're lucky, we might be able to send the augs back for a finder's fee if we get them undamaged." She said. Screw the gangers-this outfit needed to get paid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 02:16:46</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/146/c/6/Sexy_Sniper_Study_by_LordVenom05.jpg)</div></div>Robin Waters<br>Role: Long Range/Tactical<br>Location: Conference Room<br>Tagging: Whole Team<br><br>As Kat talked Robin placed her hand on her helmet and tilted it a bit so that it would scan the blueprints and make a copy for her to have at the ready. The rest of the plan sounded pretty straight forward, nothing they hadn't done before.Chances were they would all be getting drunk in celebrating before the sun went down. She found herself hoping that some of these guys would be packing some quality augs just to add a little extra challenge. She had just made a new upgrade for her heavily modified sniper rifle. It was a stabilization piece that would increase accuracy from the hip. Just a few weeks ago she was able to make some upgrades to her helmet's targeting system that would allow her to shoot with normal accuracy for up to one thousand yards, but while standing and from the hip. It made her a lot faster on her feet, which would be good for today's mission.<br><br>"Sounds like a lot of fun Kat." She said in her cheeky tone. "Let's not sit around then. I want to get paid."&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: F-Team [IC, Session 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 04:12:42</strong>
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				Hanna Lambert<br>Role: Air Support<br>Location: 3F Meeting Room<br>Tagging: Kat, Everyone<br><hr><br>Hanna nodded, all business now as she began to run through the plans in her mind from start to finish, her lips moving silently, visualising each step of the operation, and making some contingency plans of her own for each phase of the operation, based around what Kat had said about the location of the job, and the likely levels of opposition. "Gotcha there, boss lady." she nodded. "We'll get the drop on them by the rear, and then take 'em from behind." she grinned, making a little levity to lighten everyone's mood for the mission.
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