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Women in Red 2	By : Clocktower Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 4782 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The base had been bombed, alright. The oily stink of rain-soaked fires filled their noses as they ran past guards and prisoners infected with the T-virus. Claire noticed right away these zombies were faster than the ones in Raccoon City had been. Probably because they were fresher. She tried not to think about it as she followed Ada's lead.
She hadn't realized how focused she was on Ada's backside until they were caught in the spotlight from a watchtower. Ada dove behind an overturned truck, Claire followed without thinking, narrowly missing a spray of machine gun fire.
Ada stuck her gun over the hood of the truck and fired a burst, hitting the light.
"Hey! Who's down there?" someone called out. "Quit shooting! I thought you were zombies."
The young man's voice had a high, whiny quality to it that made Claire tighten up. She stayed behind the truck as Ada stepped out from cover. For a moment, Claire thought she'd shoot whoever it was up there, but instead she waved up at him.
"Wait, we're coming up!" she called.
Claire followed her up the metal stairs to the top of the tower. Standing in the middle of the room was a young man with arms crossed, a machine pistol in each hand. He looked to be about Claire's age and reminded her a bit of that actor in the movie about the sinking ship. Somehow he'd obtained a guard's pants and boots, but from the waist up he was dressed like a prisoner. Curiously, around his neck, he sported an electronic collar.
"Evening, ladies," he said, his eyes lighting up as he took stock of Ada and Claire. "Sorry if I scared ya."
"Don't mention it," said Ada, smoothly. "Are you a prisoner here?"
"Heh. Not anymore," he said. "Name's Steve."
"I'm Ada, this is Claire. How long have you been here?"
A wary look crossed Steve's face. "Uh, hard to tell, ya know. I've been focused on finding a way out of here."
"Any luck?" said Claire, before Ada could sink her claws into him any deeper.
"I, uh, came up here to see if I could spot a runway or something. I hear planes come and go all the time. I was working on getting my pilot's license before I got sent here, so I figured..."
"There's no runway," said Ada. "There is, though, a seaplane hangar on the south side of the island."
Steve's eyes had been glued on Ada since she walked in, but now he'd finally seen her. "You're not a prisoner, are you?" he said.
"No, never. I came here to save my friend. And whoever else, I suppose. We need to secure a route to the seaplane hangar."
Claire kept her face as blank a slate as she could, not wanting her darkening mood to spook the guy anymore than he already was. She'd been holding out hope that Ada's true motive for coming here had been to save her, but if she was plotting like this then that couldn't possibly be the case.
"Easier said than done. The whole island is crawling with zombies," said Steve.
"I noticed. I'm impressed that you've managed to survive this long."
"Yeah? Uh, thanks. I'm just kind of a survivor, I guess."
Claire couldn't watch. Ada inched closer to him, her body putting him on notice. "I like a survivor. You could probably find that hangar, right?"
"Yeah," he said, a little white mouse frozen in the black gaze of a viper.
"Claire and I have one little thing we need to take care of before we can leave, but it sure would be nice if we had a safe way straight to the hangar waiting for us once we're done. Is that something you could do for us, Steve?"
Claire rolled her eyes. Steve had to know he was being played as he nodded slowly along with Ada, who'd caught him with her smile.
"Good. Oh, there's one more thing. Your pistols. How much ammo do you have for them?"
"I got two full mags," he said. "Uh, minus, you know."
He had nearly shot them, Claire remembered, feeling a little less sore over his predicament.
"Sounds like you can get around pretty well without them. What would it take for you to give them to my friend?"
"You want my guns?" Steve said. "Both of them?"
"Hmm. Maybe we can make it worth your while? How about Claire and I put on a little show, just for you? I can tell you like us, Steve, there's no point in being shy about it."
Claire's eyebrow went up. She'd expected Ada to make a play like this, but hadn't thought it would involve her.
"I mean, if you really need them, I guess. Sure," said Steve.
Ada hung her pistol and belt over the back of a chair then slowly unzipped the front of her catsuit. A casual look over her shoulder was Claire's signal to move.
Claire slipped off her vest while locking eyes with Ada, desperate to see some glimmer of what they'd shared over the winter between sheets in warm rooms. All she saw was red lust, hunger, a pale madness that made some deep, dark part of her moisten and quiver.
"Whoa," Steve whispered as Claire unhooked her bra.
"Watch with your eyes, not your mouth," she said, curtly.
Ada licked her lips as she opened the front of her catsuit, stepping out of it like a fruit from its peel.
"Oh, man," Steve whispered again.
"Shh," said Ada, running a hand down her naked stomach. "Claire is a bit of a prude."
"A prude, huh?" said Claire, not sure why she was suddenly so offended. She kicked off her shoes as she slid down her jeans. Wearing nothing but her panties she grabbed Ada about the waist and wrestled her onto a nearby desk, clearing it with a swipe of her hand.
"Impatient, too," said Ada.
Claire ignored the remark, planting kisses on the side of Ada's neck, drawing her lips down over her shoulder, to her breasts. She hadn't realized how much she'd missed them and for a moment forgot where she was, her tongue running circles around swelling flesh, making them beg to be sucked.
Ada was moving weird. Claire was used to wearing her like a glove, or being used by her like a wind-up toy, but this was something else. Once Claire figured it out, she decided to play along. She stuck her butt out, angling it so Steve might get an eyeful. It was the least she could do for him, she figured, since he'd agreed to get himself killed.
"Easy, sailor, that'll cost you extra," Ada said. Claire had kissed her way down past Ada's delicate hipline, had angled her head so that what she was about to do with her tongue would be visible. She shot Steve a dirty look as he sheepishly buttoned his trousers.
Tired of this, Claire took hold of Ada's thighs and plunged her tongue into her pussy, knowing just where to suck and lick. It took Ada a moment to find her rhythm. She braced herself up with one arm, used her free hand to squeeze her breasts while Claire did the wet work down below.
Ada wasn't shy about cumming, but rarely did she make a spectacle of herself, and never like this. She held Claire's head down by her ponytail, hissing filthier and filthier words through clenched teeth, moaning oaths about how hard she was going to cum. Finally there came a hard jolt from Ada's hips. Claire went wild with her tongue as Ada came apart, cursing, crying out, her body shuddering as she peaked and fell.
Claire came up for air, was grabbed and pulled into a deep kiss. A long silence passed between her and Ada, until...
"Uh... these are yours now," said Steve, handing his pistols to Claire.
"Do you know where the guard barracks is?" said Ada. "It's one of the few buildings left standing. We'll meet you there once we're finished with what we're doing. Make sure you find us a safe route to the hanger. If you do, maybe there will be an even better reward."
"Oh! Uh, yeah, sounds great," said Steve. "Uh, see ya!"
He went sprinting out of the room, throwing one last glance backward as Claire and Ada got dressed.
"That was bad, Ada," said Claire, as she zipped up her vest. "He's going to get killed."
"He'll be fine," said Ada. "I wasn't lying when I said I was impressed that he'd lived this long."
"No, but you were stroking his ego," said Claire.
"Be glad that's not all I stroked. He's kind of cute. Like that actor in that movie with the boat."
Claire checked her new machine pistols, found the magazines to be as full as Steve had said. Either they were empty spares lying around, or he really hadn't needed to use them much. Maybe he would be okay, she thought, as a chorus of moans reached their ears.
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