"Fuck, fuck, ohhhhh fuck."

Captain Tessa 'Tess' Smith, Armed Forces, sat in her office staring at the large courier envelope that she had just received, now opened on her desk. She had just smirked to the private who had brought it in that whoever had written the address out, which contained a misspelling and was in a girlish hand, clearly didn't make it too far in school. She wasn't laughing now.
Her hands trembled as she read the note attached to the printed-out photos of her with one of her corporals, who she simply referred to, while fucking him, as 'Corporal'. It was not, to say the least, the sort of pictures she had been made part of in the army's most recent drive to recruit a more diverse array of soldiers. Some two dozen photos of her, splayed out in, over and around her desk, in various stages of undress, then fully nude, as she gave head, took it up the ass, and got creampied by her corporal's huge cock. The worst was saved for last, as Corporal had apparently not deleted the only pic she truly begged him to delete, when he made her put her military ID badge next to her cum-splayed face, his spunk dripping down her blond hair and onto her mouth. There was absolutely no way that she could deny it was her and that she had misused her position, to put it mildly. If this got out to her colleagues, or sent to her superiors, or CID, or pretty much anyone....detention, an investigation, dismissal in disgrace. She was young enough - mid-twenties - but the shame would be unbearable. Front-page news in the tabloids: ARMY CAPTAIN SACKED DUE TO SEX ROMP WITH SOLDIER UNDER HER COMMAND. It could be years before it all blew over.
What did her blackmailer want? Captain Tess read the note. If the envelope's composition and penwomanship was hard to swallow, the letter was ten times worse. But the intent was clear enough: "DEAR CAPTAIN TESS; YOUVE FUCKED WITH MY MAN FOR THE LAST TIME, BITCH. U SHOULDA LET HIM BE BUT BECUZ U THINK U ARE TOO GOOD FOR PPLZ LIKE ME. COME TO MY CLUB TONITE IN UNIFORM, AND FIND OUT JUST HOW GOOD U ARE. XOXOXO BITCH, HAHAHA - MINX" A lipstick kiss ended the letter. A calling card for a strip club in town with a private mobile number written on the back was also enclosed.
Captain Tess slumped back in her chair. It was this or ruin. She had to go.
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It was raining on the street as she entered the back employees' entrance; with depressing speed, the doorman had buzzed her in almost immediately after she had identified herself as "Tess Smith, looking for Minx". She had taken an Uber as most of the cabbies in town did frequent runs to and from her base, but even the long Adidas raincoat she was wearing with the hood up couldn't hide her Multi-Terrain Pattern (MTP) trousers and boots. Her beret was also peeking out. The Uber driver, a Romanian, gave her a quizzical look with a smile but said nothing as he took a call and switched to his own language. He must think I am some sort of act for the club, she had thought to herself. It didn't matter now.
Even in the back, away from the performance areas, the club reeked of disinfectant, cheap beer, even cheaper perfume, and sweat, covered by body spray and deodorant. The pitbull-faced bouncer led her down the darkened hallway to the performer's room, not paying much attention to her. He pushed the door open, a bright glow emanating.
"In here, miss. Minx is waiting. Best not to disappoint her."
Captain Tess went in. Three women, one her approximate age, the other two probably 21, maybe 22 at best, sat in stage wear. The two younger ones were both slender; one brunette, the other a redhead. Both had shoulder-length hair. The oldest had short black hair and cat eyeliner. Minx, she thought. All three had nails, dangly hoop earrings and belly piercings, and tattoos all over their bodies. She knew this as all three were just in heels and the thinnest of panties, apparently getting ready for their next show.
Even in full uniform, with a tactical belt around her ample hips, knowing full well that she was the only of the four in the room who could use a rifle, a pistol, fight hand-to-hand, and even bench-press the most. A lifetime spent around women either in or preparing to enter the military had not been wasted on her. Captain Tess knew she could hold her own in a fight and come off better in most match-ups. None of that seemed to matter now. She was outnumbered, outmatched, and in unfamiliar territory. These girls were different. Leaner. Tougher, Feral. And...damn hot.
"So you came. Good. Here's the deal, Tess. You and I both know you can't keep cock out of your mouth, and sooner or later, it will be the end of you. This time, you fucked the wrong cock. My boyfriends, to be exact. But if you want that end to come later than sooner, you do what we say tonight. Got it?"
Tess mumbled a response. Minx was right up to her, pulling down her hood. Her steel-blue eyes contrasted against her pale skin, padded with make-up and accentuated by eyeliner. Minx was feeling for her military ID, in her breast pocket, and was working on getting the velcro ripped up. Somewhere in this she felt her raincoat come off.
"I'm keeping this for now, Captain. After all, you have a promotion coming."
"I do?" Tess said, confused, and feeling stupid for sounding stupid as well.
"Tonight, you're Major Titz. Now it's time to get ready." Minx smiled and pushed her down in a chair by a light-up stage mirror. "You just sit back and my friends here will do all the work."
Hands came on her. Her beret was tossed over to a rack, as her belt and boots simultaneously came undone. Then it was her MTP service blouse, followed by a fumbling of her trouser buttons. The smell of cigarettes and the feel of delicate fingers, and the brushing-up with their earrings and hair, put her in sensory overload. Before she knew it, she was down to her bra and panties. "Soaking wet!" Tess heard someone say, and to her mortification, she looked down and saw that comment was meant for her. Her cotton and polyester grey underwear looked like it had sprung a leak. Tess instinctively put her hand over her crotch, but other hands batted them away, then the same hands jerk her panties off and away from her, only to do the same to her bra. In a matter of two minutes, she had gone from full uniform to completely nude. Minx was busy putting all of her clothes unto the costume rack. "These belong to us now. Here's your keys and wallet, bitch. We'll see about the ID Badge." She put both on the table and went back to sorting her uniform without so much as looking at Tess.

"She's got a nice set of tits. She will do well, Minx," the redhead said. "And she's blonde too. Perfect for us. And speaking of which..." Tess felt her hair pulled back and a hand come under her chin. All three girls came in behind her, so all four were now visible in the mirror.

"Time to make you glow up for your big debut, Major Titz." The three laughed, then the work began.

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It was as if Captain Tess was watching herself, completely bimboed up, wearing only the skimpiest of a stripper's outfit, led on to stage in a collar and chain by Minx with the brunette and the redhead behind her, be paraded around, rather than feeling it was actually happening to her. The glare of the camera lights reminded her of the promo video she had just shot for the army, and that somehow helped. She was playing a role now, just as then. Somehow that made her more relaxed. And while it was all terrifying in ways that she could not even relate to in her years of intense military training, she was aware of another feeling going on inside of her...a feeling of...excitement? Even pride?

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