Bangin' Bods: Chapter Prologue
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				Title: <strong>Bangin' Bods: Chapter Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>1SAZ</strong> on <strong>13-01-2018, 21:29:30</strong>
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				<strong>Date:</strong> April 10th 20XX<br><strong>Location:</strong> South Pacific; Heading towards Australia<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><br>Tactical Escort Services. The company's official name had become synonymous with unconventional solutions to problems across the world. At least, that's what the trifold pamphlet would tell you should you be interested in hiring them out. And to the high paying "official" customers that sought there services, that is indeed what they would receive, but that wasn't the only business they would offer. Unofficially, TES were guns for hire for people who could afford military precision without the moral or governmental oversight to question how it was done. They were gun runners to small nations and questionable private organizations. They were advisers and mentors to soldiers who lacked the training that could be offered by major world powers... Unofficially of course. The CIA, MI6, FIS, and other clandestine collections of letters made sure of that. Why stop your greatest source of undocumented weapons and off the books military force?<br><br>Everything TES did was either on the up and up or unprovable in the court of law. Of course, that wasn't the only income source for the ladies that came to be known by their nom de guerre; Bangin' Bods. The ladies knew they had the skills, but they also had other marketable talents, film rights for their more palatable missions made them more sought after by the more particular clientele. And all of there success was due to the business acumen of a young woman who brought them all together.<br><br>Caraline woke late compared to the majority of her crew; rolling over in her oversized bed only to grab a large bottle of water that sat next to her bed and look at her phone in a groggy haze. The youthful proprietor of TES was every bit the playgirl the tabloids made her out to be; though the videos she posted herself to the Bangin' Bods fan page probably didn't help her public image. And so, with a hangover beating in her head, she got out of her bed and made her way to her small closet; choosing her usual travel wear of short khaki shorts and a light, short sleeved collared blouse that she simply tied closed rather than fussing with the buttons. Heading out of her cabin, she headed to the main storage area where she would no doubt find the head of her operations wing hard at work.<br><br>Kait, or as her team called her, Boss, had been up since dawn and hard at work going over the inventory they were planning to deliver as well as the arrival of their most recent hire. The older Swede dressed for the task at hand, wearing as little as possible in the storage deck if only to maximize her productivity in the balmy compartment. Shorts that barely covered her thighs thanks to being rolled as high as she can get them and an a-shirt atop her indigo bikini top tied to expose her well toned abs were all that hid the sweat of physical effort on her part as she sorted crates with any of her team that felt like volunteering for the early shift. And even with her work and the noise caused by it, she immediately noticed her employer entering the storage hold. "Team, fall in! Ms. Waltz on deck!" she boomed, her voice echoing to all corners to draw out each member of her staff.<br><br>Caroline rolled her eyes as she was greeted by her security chief's formalities. "Ladies, we'll be greeting our newest recruit in an hour, and make land by nightfall. Her name is Tess; do keep that in memory. I expect you all on deck for the meet and greet. Juliet, you'll be bunking with her so I expect you to help her get her stuff to the room. Rey and Illyana, if you would be so kind as to help Kait set up target buoys behind the ship, I want the team to get some trigger time before we arrive at Sydney. I'm not expecting a lot, but I also want you all at your peak," she called out, smiling warmly to each and every woman she had hired before turning her attention to her phone. She shook her head as her face turned to stone cold business, turning on her heal as she plotted down the hallway. "Dismissed," she called over her shoulder finally, already halfway down the hall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bangin' Bods: Chapter Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>14-01-2018, 05:18:38</strong>
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				The day started early for Rey as well. She was well accustomed to waking early, and required little sleep to feel rested. Everything had changed when she enlisted over a decade and a half back. Boot camp had been one thing, but the training that came after had completely broken her. Her brain had been hard-wired to think of sleep as a luxury it didn't deserve. Even approaching 20 years later, it stuck with her like it was her Achilles heel. Dawn had come around and she was as awake as could be.<br><br>Seing she didn't have any proper duties for the morning, she turned to a bit of exercise. They were a bit limited by being on a ship, and not wanting to bother those who slept it tied her down further. Not that it mattered much, the need for exercise was far from as high as it had been back when she was still in the army. There was no longer a need to carry 40 pounds of equipment on her back, as well as her regular gear. However, it didn't mean exercise could be ignored completely. Besides, she enjoyed it.<br><br>She spent the first 45 minutes of her day doing her usual mix of crunches, push-ups and pull-ups, taking a quick shower afterwards. It didn't matter much admittedly, the sun would be glaring at them, and there would without a doubt be something to do that would build the sweat back up. But, a cold shower was a good way to start the day off.<br><br>When her morning activities were all wrapped up and she'd had a quick bite, she joined forces with Kait in the cargo hold. She put her vest and her Scar aside and went to work, keeping her handgun and knife strapped to her belt. She took a slightly more conservative approach compared to Kait, having a pair of cargo shorts, a black bikini top and a white tank-top. Well, not a whole lot to put her in the moral high-ground, the shorts were really the only difference, be it a pretty big one. Having worked with Kait and hence Caroline for a while, Rey saw no problems keeping up with Kait's rhythm. Soon enough, she'd worked up a bit of a sweat as well, granted not close to what the morning exercise had. Enough for the tank to cling to her abs when she stood straight, showing off her own toned stomach.<br><br>As the earliest morning hours passed, a good bit of work was done. their resident employer showed up, telling signs indicating she'd had more than a sip last night. Not that it mattered, she could drink all she wanted and Rey doubted it would ever make a difference. Sober or not, it felt like Caroline always had the stone mask ready in her back pocket. Kait, as per the norm, was firm as ever. Rey had long since given up on trying to tell that Caroline rolling her eyes should indicate that she didn't appreciate it. Oh well. She gathered up alongside the others to hear what information was to be shared.<br><br>After the information was given and Caroline turned her attention to her phone, Rey stepped back and picked up her vest. She swung it over her shoulder and took her scar with the other, nodding to Kait and Illyana as they started to move down to the back of the ship. As they got back out to open she pulled the rifle strap over her shoulder and fished out a pack of cigarettes. A small pat on the top and one of the few left slid up, letting her grip on to it with her lips. She put the pack back and pulled out a cheap lighter, trying it a few times until she finally got a fire. She lit the cigarette, put the lighter back and took a pull before taking the cigarette out. <strong>"Of course it had to be Australia, was hoping for somewhere that didn't sell cancer for gold bars,"</strong> she said half-heartedly. She admittedly didn't care too much, money she had. It didn't make it any less painful to buy packs in a county that charged ludicrous prices for the things. <strong>"Though, beggars can't be choosers."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bangin' Bods: Chapter Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>14-01-2018, 09:26:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/NxaLBd2.jpg)</div>Name: Tess Esposito/Bomba (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281000.msg13817102#msg13817102)<br>Location: arriving at the TES ship in South Pacific<br>Tagging: everyone<br><hr><br>Tess disconnected the call she had made to her adoptive parents, explaining to them her new job with TES.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had made sure to only mention the good stuff about the company and leave off the rumors of some of their shady side.&nbsp; Tess had originally accepted the job while she was angry about getting fired and had had some second thoughts as she looked into the company, but it was still a great job and she was still mad about getting fired by male chauvinist pigs whose egos were so fragile.&nbsp; TES might allow her to get back at some of those jerks.&nbsp; She sighed, she should really let go of her anger, it was only going to get her into trouble.<br><br>Shrugging, the busty brunette checked herself in the mirror one more time.&nbsp; She was ready for a long flight, comfortable cutoff shorts, a white loose blouse only partially buttoned up and her favorite balconette black bra, cupping and lifting her huge breasts.&nbsp; She stepped into some light weight sandals and then reached down to pick up her carry-on bag and grab the handle of her luggage.&nbsp; She hoped TES had access to good explosives and could equip her as they promised.&nbsp; Flying commercial meant that she couldn't travel with her own stuff.&nbsp; She walked out of her apartment and locked up, for who knew how long.&nbsp; Fortunately her parents were able to take care of it until she returned.&nbsp; As she received a text from the&nbsp; Lyft driver, she rushed down to catch her ride to the airport for a 6 hour flight to Los Angles.&nbsp; <br><br>After arriving in Los Angles, Tess got off the airplane and stopped off to get a bite to eat as she stretched out the kinks in her joints before she went catch her flight to Brisbane, a long, 27 hour flight, at least Ms Waltz had splurged for a 1st class seat for that leg of the flight.&nbsp; After arriving at Brisbane, Tess first walked slowly to hotel room where she could grab a nap in an actual bed and a shower before catching a helicopter for the finally leg of her journey to the TES ship.&nbsp; She could have met them at the Sydney airport, but Ms Waltz wanted her to meet the team before they reached Sydney and start integrating with the other ladies before they ever meet their customer.<br><br>After her shower, she caught a ride out to the helicopter pad with her carry on bag slung over her left shoulder as she pulled her piece of luggage with her right hand. The helicopter was a nice model, good for long distance flights as she passed her luggage off to the pilot and then climbed into the craft.&nbsp; She hadn't been in a helicopter before, so she intended to enjoy the flight across the water to the TES ship.&nbsp; The flight across the water was relatively smooth, with the pilot explaining how a helicopter worked and even giving Tess a chance to fly for a little bit.&nbsp; As they approached the TES ship, she took back over the controls as she called in for lading instructions.&nbsp; <br><br>Tess focused in on the ship closely, cataloguing visible equipment on the ship, she already knew TES was well funded, they had paid for her flight out to them and arranged a helicopter to actually have her meet Ms Waltz on her ship at sea instead of meeting at Sydney.&nbsp; &nbsp;Adn the TES ship didn't disappoint, even from this distance she could see that it was well maintained and had lots of advanced equipment on it.&nbsp; As the helicopter approached the landing pad, she noticed a group of ladies waiting just beyond the pad that were watching the helicopter coming in.&nbsp; As the copter landed, and the brunette saw Ms Waltz with a group of sexy women that all stood with confidence and had the bearing of people who were ready for any sort of trouble that might regret coming their way.&nbsp; She smiled tightly as she noticed that her shorts and loose white blouse seemed to match the clothes that several of the woman around Ms Waltz were wearing.&nbsp; &nbsp;She went to get her baggage as her long, wavy brunette hair was flying around her head, but one of the ship crew women waved her off and shouted out that she would take it to her cabin and waved the brunette off toward Ms Waltz. <br><br>Taking a deep breath, Tess turned around, walking with a crouch as the helicopter kicked up a strong wind as she moved over to Ms Waltz and the other women quickly.&nbsp; The tall brunette bomb expert stopped in front of Ms Waltz, "Reporting for duty, Ms Waltz."&nbsp; As her hair settled around her shoulders, her white blouse blown more open and exposing her deep cleavage as her cutoff shorts hugged her tight asscheeks and left her long, toned legs bare down to her sandals.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bangin' Bods: Chapter Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy DeVille</strong> on <strong>14-01-2018, 17:56:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/2f/72/f4/2f72f46ea210e7744b1d513df3b0c405.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Beualah Pusser (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281000.msg13833405#msg13833405)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cruising in the South Pacfic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br>"Dang it's hotter'n hell in these her parts!"<br><br>The stuffy storage hold had turned the lovely South Pacific weather into something a lot more oppressive. And the exertion Beulah Pusser had put in sorting crates had her bangin' bod glistening with sweat. She had wisely chosen a tiny pair of Daisy Dukes and a red halter top for the morning's activities but even that felt like too much. Beulah had rolled up her top so that it barely covered her colossal cornfed cannons in a futile effort to keep cool. But Beulah really didn't mind the work, it reminded her of growing up on a farm in little ol' Finger, Tennessee. As she told anyone that would listen that morning, as a kid she had to get up at the ass crack of dawn to get her chores done. All them animals weren't gonna manually masturbate themselves. Hard to believe all the places she had been since then. Iraq, Cuba, now all over the world with TES. But she always made it back home to Tennessee. <br><br>It was just the day before that Beulah had left the family farm in Finger to go on the latest mission for TES. The job was a godsend after she had lost her position as county sheriff.&nbsp; The pay was really good even if the actual clientele was a bit dubious. But that was what they had Beulah for. She had been in law enforcement both in the military and back home so she was fluent in police. Beulah made sure the Bangin' Bods' bitchin' butts were covered as much as they could be. Legally, that is. Lord know they didn't dress like any other paramilitary outfit around. For all its moral ambiguity, Beulah did find herself liking her job. It was teaching her how to fight dirty, something she would have to do if she was gonna get her badge back from the Dixie Mafia. That's why the day before she loaded up her truck to head to the airport. Her cousin Dwayne was there to see her off.<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.jimbo.info/weblog/archives/boduke.jpg)</div> <br><br>"When ya reckon ya gonna git back?" asked Dwayne.<br><br>"Ah dunno," answered Beulah truthfully. "A lot lot this stuff this hush-hush 'til we git there. Ah'll give you a holler when I can."<br><br>Beaulah squatted down to say farewell to her hound dogs Elvis and Jerry. Dwayne took the opportunity to stare down at his cousin's canyonesque cleavage. A shit-eating grin appeared on his scruffy yet handsome face.<br><br>"Hey, Beulah... ya got time for a quickie?"<br><br>Sure, it was a stereotype to be from the South and fucking your cousin but Beulah had to admit he was really good at it. Dwayne had years of practice, going back to when first felt her up after showing her how to drive. It was a nice relaxing no-strings attached relationship... that they would both probably burn in hell for. But until the let the good times roll. Just not right now.<br><br>"Sorry, cuz," Beulah replied. "Gotta go if Ah'm gonna catch my flight. Take care of my dogs and give that wife of yours a big kiss from me."<br><br>Yes, things are a little different in Finger, Tennessee. But right now Beulah was in the South Pacific. After the little chat with the boss, Beulah took a long swig out of water bottle. Then she pulled her rolled up top up over her massive mammaries and poured the cool liquid over them. Beulah cooed as she rubbed the chilly water over her hot honeydews, her nipples stiffening from both the temperature and her touch. It was just then that Beulah realized there was someone new approaching and she felt herself getting flush not from the weather but from embarrassment.&nbsp; <br><br>"Uhhh... howdy. Ah'm Beulah," she managed to get out. "Ain't underboob sweat the worst?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bangin' Bods: Chapter Prologue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>15-01-2018, 02:37:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/9/92/Maria.png/452px-Maria.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maria (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281000.msg13816683#msg13816683)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sunbathing naked on the decks.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tess and anybody greeting her.<br><br>The sound of the Helicopter approaching woke Maria who had been sunbathing on the deck near the landing pad.&nbsp; In order to prevent tan lines from wearing her tactial bikini, she preferred to sleep like this every day, and get most of her work done at night. Her bikini straps were untied, and all around her, tactical gear was laid out like an fighter jet's weapon load in an air force recruiting poster.<br><br>Maria grumbled a bit as she woke, it's not like this was unexpected, she had been told a new girl would be showing up, but she had still hoped to get a few more hours of sleep in before anything happened. Lifting her chest off the deck with her elbows, she exposed her naked breasts to the passenger and crew of the helicopter as craned her neck to get a better view of the newcomer. Tall, Brunette, dosn't look like the tactical type, but then again none of the girls did in civilian clothes. Maria hadn't had a chance to read about the new girl, but assumed she was one of those Specialist types who would need to be babysat once the bullets started flying. Not that Maria minded babysitting, provided the subject behaved herself and showed proper gratitude. And if this woman did turn out to be a decent shot,&nbsp; then Maria would be glad to let her watch her back.<br><br>As Tess exited the helicopter, she left Maria's field of view, finally forcing the sunbathing beauty to pick up her bikini strings and get dressed. First her G-string thong which vanished between her ass cheeks, followed by a matching string top which just barely contained her modestly sized breasts. Leaving her boots and kneepads on the deck, she picked up her gunbelt, containing a pistol and machete, and slung it over her shoulder as she walked barefoot towards the helipad.
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