Disclaimer: Sara Lewd
Okay. This chapter is basically testing how lewd I can write because NNN is making my brain go Nuts, and apparently it is now affecting my writing.
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John: Yeah! Now, my memory may be a bit iffy, but I think the Reason the Portland/New Orleans Class even exists is that somebody found out that the Northampton class cruisers were actually 9000 tons instead of the upper limit of 10000 tons for Cruisers in the London Naval Conference. And yes, Jew cat is Jew Cat. No stopping Capitalism, Nya~
Severak: Uhhhh... Not yet! I know, It's my fault. I can't write action scenes at all. Shame on me. I'm working on it. At least Thanksgiving break is here for me to reflect on my actions.
The One: I'm so sorry. I know I was keeping you hanging for so long. We still have to write about Eastern Solomons and Santa Cruz. I know I promised that Guadalcanal would be here by Christmas. I'm so so so so sorry. However, I am sure that Next chapter will be about Eastern solomons, where Zuikaku and Enterprise fight, so hopefully that will be exciting!
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Saratoga's Pov:
Is this it?
I looked at the map, and then back to the shabby beige tent.
I groaned. I know we're at war, and other boring stuff, but can't we afford more than this? We are the Eagle Union, after all!
I ducked under the metal supports holding the makeshift command center up. Inside was a newly polished wooden table, oddly placed on a grass floor. On top of the table was a rough sketch of the Solomon islands, done in blue pen. Several red circles connected by a green arrow converged onto an island in the middle of the archipelago. I looked around the tent.
Geez Enterprise. You could have at least brought a chair. Talk about stingy.
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"Hello, is this where we are supposed to meet?" A new carrier entered the run down tent.
"Yeah, I guess so." I turned to face her. She had long free flowing blonde hair, falling just short of her waist. She was dressed from top to bottom in black, from her opaque socks to her dark leather jacket. This is goth material!
"What's your name?" I scouted, taking out my notepad. It doesn't seem like she can professionally sing, but we can change that.
"Wasp." She nodded her head. "What's yours?"
"Saratoga." I gave out my hand. "Nice to meet you."
"Wait, you're Saratoga?" Wasp stepped back in shock.
"Yup!" I puffed my chest out, "I apologize, but I only sign my own albums." (1)
"What are you doing on the front lines?" Wasp asked, inspecting me. "Aren't you the oldest carrier in the fleet?"
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"I am a young carrier." I pressed a torpedo against her stomach as I whispered in her ear.
"You are a young carrier." Wasp repeated.
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"Aww, you flatter me." I laughed lightly, swinging back to my cheerful alter ego. "I'm not that young..."
"Yes, Yes." Wasp muttered, shellshocked for some reason.
"You're supposed to say no." I pressed a Wildcat against her jacket.
"Understood." Wasp stiffly nodded.
"That's a good girl!" I cheerfully smiled back.
Enterprise ran into the tent, her hat falling off as it hit the low supporting cable. "Sorry I was late! I had to deal with some logistics." She said, catching her breath. "Are we all here?"
"You sure kept us waiting." I pouted. "Next time you call the meeting, at least be here on time."
"You look hot." Wasp walked over to her, bringing a cup of water. "Come on, you don't need that dirty jacket on the entire time."
"No, I'm good." Enterprise took the cup of water and poured it in the general direction of her mouth, with the rest streaming down her neck.
"I think it would feel just the slightest bit better if I just took your jacket off." Wasp moved towards the secretary.
"No no, it's perfectly cool here." Enterprise stuck her hand out as she finished off the water. "Let's get down to business."
"Thinking about it, I've never seen you without that scruffy jacket on." Wasp ignored the Secretary, pulling the black robe off.
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My jaw dropped as Enterprise's arm was revealed. It was nothing short of perfection. Long, throbbing Brachialis, packed together tightly in a moaning factory of machines, twitching at its slightest movement. Immensely thick and juicy mountains of meat, perfectly tanned an almond brown, dripping in a creamy mixture of sweat and water. The Bulging Succulent erection of meat churned up and down in a steady rhythm as it excreted a white syrupy fluid.
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"Hoooo..." Wasp wolf whistled. "You're swole, Enty."
"It's nothing." Enterprise flushed as she took her jacket back, walking to the table. "Let's get down to business, shall we?"
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I want that inside me.
"Saratoga, how long do you think you can patrol?" Enterprise asked.
"We have enough fuel for at least five days." I muttered.
Calm down, Sara. You can do this. Just wait until the meeting is over…
"We plan to Intercept Sakura ships that are planning to unload here and here." Enterprise pointed at a red itchy circle on the map.
"Do you think it is possible to bombard Sakura Manjuus here while keeping our mission's integrity?" Wasp fingered in and out of the pink operating zone.
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Mhhmmmmm, My bottom itches soooooo badly. Several small lukewarm streams of Idol Juice™ slowly dripped down my thighs, indenting tributaries along my tights. I took the rim of my costume and wiped my rear end, only aggravating my craving. I watched as Enterprise's meat slid effortlessly along the smooth wet wooden table, rupturing the soft, delicate paper map periodically.
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I quietly backed away and began to rub myself against the tent's metal support pole. I barely held a moan of ecstasy as the cold bare metal beam scraped across my posterior, squeaking as it ran across me. I dug my staff into the ground and grinded myself up and down the long hard rod with all my might until a quick fountain of white nectar alleviated my discomfort. Relieved, I slid to the ground, the metal pole grazing my delicate glands for the final time as I exhaled in relief.
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I quickly walked back up to the table before either carrier noticed.
"Hey Saratoga?" Wasp asked as Enterprise left the tent.
"Yeah?" I looked back.
"You're dripping oil." Wasp handed me a tissue.
I turned bright red. "You must be having a misunderstanding. Ummm. Idols do-"
Wasp covered my mouth. "I'll let you clean up. It's our little secret, okay?"
I shut my eyes in embarrassment.
Atlanta's Pov:
"Say, Sandy. Have you ever had a crush on somebody?" Saratoga put her hands on her cheeks, smitten.
"What do you mean, Sara?" My sister asked as I scrubbed a dish clean of oil.
"Like, your heart starts beating really hard whenever you go around them?" Saratoga lied on the wet grass, kicking in the air. "And you just really really want to spend all your time with them?"
"I can't say I have?" San Diego laughed nervously, biting a melting Ice Cream cone.
"Hmmm." Saratoga threw a rock into the ocean leisurely. "Huh. Does anybody get this odd feeling as well?"
My mind shifted to a certain heavy cruiser.
"I dunno." Sandy shrugged. "Does it even matter? We're idols, not characters." (2)
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Saratoga sighed. "Forget that. Let me just write a new song to blow off some steam."
"Allright." Sandy waved as Saratoga slipped on her heels before riding off into the Ocean. "We're practicing in an hour, right?"
"Got it!" Saratoga waved as she walked away.
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"Atlanta, get me some chocolate." San Diego switched her tone as she immediately relaxed her shoulders.
"Get it yourself." I reached for the silverware.
My sister groaned. " Come on, 'Lanta…"
"Fine you lazy bum." I reached for the dark chocolate and threw it in my sister's general direction.
"Thanks." She caught the bar. "Throw it higher next time."
"I'm gonna get some fresh air." I placed my rags down and walked out the room.
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"Have you seen Saratoga?" Enterprise greeted me as I exited.
"She went out to compose." I briefly glanced into the Ocean. "Why?"
"Wasp has an oil problem." Enterprise responded, her eyes nervously shifting around. "I'm going to need her to rendezvous with Long Island and take some Aircraft." (3)
"Can't Long Island catch up to us?" I asked. "Surely it wouldn't hurt to wa.."
I picked up on the Secretary's message.
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"When." I quietly whispered.
"Monday." Enterprise muttered back. "Keep this secret."
"Understood." I nodded, clicking on my water hulls as I sailed after Saratoga.
Footnotes:
(1): Unfortunately, Saratoga doesn't seem to have a ches-
(2): Metafiction! Something Authors write in order to make themselves feel like an all powerful god. Yay!
(3): Wasp was actually supposed to support Saratoga and Enterprise at Eastern Solomons. Unfortunately, her Task Force had to refuel, so she missed the Battle.
Hoooo. I want to be that pole.
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Anyways, see you next week...