Tales of the Marine Chick: Code Name RedVixen
I leaned back against the hot wood paneled walls of the sauna with a towel wrapped around me and towel underneath me. Today I am using the heat to work out the kinks in my sore muscles. Not just from my workout but from the night before, where Ewa and I rolled, grinded, tribbed, kissed, sucked, pulled, pinched, groped and grabbed each other in a marathon Kama Sutra like bed session that had me passed out half hanging of our bed. Ewa was still sprawled face first at the end of the bed when I woke at my normal time to work out. I didn’t want to work out but just as I have for years now, I willed myself up and to my new Tahoe for the short drive to the gym. A little cardio, back and bicep workout later and I was relaxing in the 140 degree heat of the sauna. I was daydreaming a little about my girlfriend’s large breasts brushing lightly against mine, my eyes closed and I bit my lip. Then the door to the sauna opened and a gorgeous woman came in dressed like me, in only a towel. She was Asian and really fucking hot! Her large breasts pushed against the towel just aching to come forth. We exchanged pleasantries but remained silent just basking in the heat. After a little while, I had my fill of the sauna and needed to really start my day at work. I showered and changed into a khaki capri pants and red blouse that was cut in a little at the waist. It made my breasts look bigger. I had recently cut my hair shorter into a curly bob and it was good for drying quickly. I locked my locker and turned to see the Asian woman again, this time she was toweling herself off. Good lord she had a great body. But I was a taken woman, but as a Gunny Sergeant once told me when I asked him why he was staring at some hot women when he was happily married…
“Chambers,” he said in his gruff voice, “You can look at the magazine, admire the magazine for its beauty but if you have someone you truly care about don’t ever…. Ever lick the magazine.”
I got to my office building at a little before 8am. I had only one appointment today. It was an interview for a former SWAT officer in Las Vegas, who was also one of their lead Explosive Ordnance Disposal (EOD) Technicians. Jennifer had set it up. I stole Jennifer away from the FBI a couple of years ago. She can do anything with computer, smart phone. She has contacts all over law enforcement to help track or get information on anyone I need. But I also need help in the field. Since my adventure in the adult entertainment industry, business has been booming. I really need the help and have a former law enforcement officer, who is a woman helping me, was perfect in my book.
Jennifer was sitting at her desk; three large screens of different news sites were keeping her interest. I glanced at the tickler at the bottom and it read “Zara Tindall was still missing after horse ride in rural England”
I knew that name sounded familer but I could put my finger on it. I grabbed a cup of coffee and settled in my office to look at the current work load. I had hiring offers from security checks at an Oscar winning actress’s house; marked that one in blue for quick. It would only take a few days to check it out and make recommendations. Another was a note from Senator MacDonald’s wife, expressing her thanks for the body guard I recommended. A few more were from affluent and well respected women from all over with issues ranging from fraud discovery to stalking cases to overseas security. There seemed to be a big demand for my services. GAWD, I need more help here.
Jennifer buzzed my phone, “Your 10 o’clock is here.”
“Send her in please,” I stated as I picked up her file. Jennifer had removed her picture from it because she wanted me to try and focus on the accomplishments instead of looks. I was a little pissed that Jennifer thought I was so shallow that I only had to hire hot looking ladies… which I don’t have that problem by the way. I heard the door open and looked up to see….. the young Asian woman from the sauna and gym. When she saw me, there was instant recognition. She was dressed in a dark blue pants suit and three inch heels.
“Well, Leslie Smith,” I said standing and holding out my hand, “It is a pleasure to meet you, again.”
“Thank you Ms. Chambers,” she said returning my firm handshake.
“Please call me Anna,” I insisted. I motioned to a pair of chairs and she sat in one and I in another.
Leslie Smith was just shy of 30 years old. She joined the Las Vegas Police Department right after college and became the first woman to qualify in both SWAT and EOD. She had also worked protection details and plain clothes assignment. She had been injured in the line of duty once. She was defusing a bomb located at the McLaren airport when it was set off remotely. She had been wearing her protective suit but it gave her a serious concussion and numerous broken bones.
“So why did you leave Vegas?” I asked. “Why did you seek Jennifer out?”
“Well after the explosion I was on restricted duty,” Leslie said, “I couldn’t stand to be behind a desk all day long. And I learned because of certain protocols for concussions, I would not be allowed to be on SWAT. I knew Jennifer from a Law Enforcement Conference and she had given me her card and said when I wanted to have more fun and make more money to give her a call. So here I am.” She said holding out her hands.
“How are you physically? With the concussion and healing part. Any lasting affects?” I asked.
“None,” Leslie stated, “I have been checked out by brain injury specialists from Fort Hood down in Texas. No lingering effects. No permanent damage. Hell, since I found out I had an interview here; I have been working to get into great shape.”
“Ok Leslie,” I said standing, “When can you start?”
“Seriously???” She said standing, “I am hired?”
“Yes,” I said, smiling, “I made that decision yesterday.”
Jennifer was getting Leslie all set up with work cell and work computer. Jennifer had the vacant office on our floor fixed up. I made a couple of calls to the Sheriff’s department about concealed weapons permits. California is really funny about CCW’s but if you have an in like I do, getting them is a breeze.
My office phone rang, the call id said “RESTRICTED”. I answered it, “Anna Chambers”
“Anna, its Emilia,” said the female voice with a British accent. She sounded more tense than I had ever heard her.
“Emilia,” I said, “It is the middle of the night in London, what is going on?”
“I seriously need your help,” said my friend from MI5, “Have you seen the news on your tele?”
“Yes, someone is missing in England?” I asked, “High profile?”
“Her Majesty’s granddaughter, formerly Zara Philips,” Emilia said sighing in frustration into the phone. “We believe we know who did it and the person, well, she has ties to you, Anna.”
“Emilia, I am confused,” I said, “The only ties I have are through her cousin, the Prince.”
“No, Anna, not a him, a her, does the name Lucy Collett ring any bells?” Emilia stated through the phone. My skin turned to ice.
“I will be on the next flight out,” I said into the phone before hanging up and buzzing Jennifer.
Scottish Highlands Fall of 2009…..
I had just gotten back to Camp Lejeune a few months ago after providing security for a senator’s wife on her trip to Poland. The Marine Corps had a new set of communications gear they wanted tested in the field and since it was a joint venture between the US and UK, a group of us would be going over to test it in different environments. I got the short straw with Scotland. Everyone wanted Panama. I like England so I volunteered. So our crew was 2 males and 2 females. Our Officer in Charge was Captain Granger, a Comms guy not an Infantry officer, First Sergeant Irvin, myself and Lance Corporal Collins. Irvin and I were the females. I didn’t know Capt Granger but I know First Sergeant Irvin well. She was a by the book Marine who had done a stint as a Drill Instructor at Parris Island.
We were sent to a base north of Glasgow, Scotland and met with our British Army counterparts. All were male except one. Lance Corporal Lucy Collett stood out not just because she was the only female in the British contingent, but she was drop dead gorgeous. She was about my height but she was curvy. Her large breasts strained against her camouflage uniform blouse. Her fire red hair was tight into a neat bun and under her cover (think of it as a cap). But her personality matched her hair color, fiery. She was young too, almost 20 years old.
The plan was to go out in pairs overnight to test the ranges and receive and transmit ability of the new radios. LCPL Collins was paired with a British Sergeant and I was paired with Lucy. We would be about 5 miles to start with and then expand the range in the rolling hills to 10 miles. We loaded up our gear and were dropped off near one of the lochs in the area. I carried the two person tent while Lucy carried the comms gear and radio. We did our first check at 1630 GMT as the sun was setting. It went well. But then the weather started to change. A steady sheet of rain blanketed us as we hiked to high ground for a better line of sight for the radios. Our last check was supposed to be at 2200; but we kept hearing static come from the new radios and I learned quickly these pieces of shit where not really that water proof. FML!
We found a clearing surrounded by a group of trees. The rain was pouring now. I did have an international cell phone, really basic and I called First Sergeant Irvin to give our situational report. First Sergeant let me know the roads were washed out and the helicopters had been grounded. We were to stay put until morning and they would work to get us out tomorrow. I was so pissed because I did not want to be stuck in the pouring rain on a hill side in Scotland. I would rather be in a pub in Glasgow trying to drink my cares away.
“We need to put this together,” I said motioning towards the tent I laid down on the wet ground.
“You put it together,” was Lucy’s reply, “I am working on the radio.”
“It’s dead Lance Corporal,” I said as I removed my flak jacket. My whole body was soaked and it was starting to get cold. “I need your help with this.”
Then she turned and smiled at me, “Sorry love, I am busy here.”
I wanted to call her a bitch but I kept my emotions in check. I put the tent together in record time for one person. I got the water proof bags out for my blouse, boots, pants and weapon. My helmet and flak would go in another. I unrolled my sleeping bag and laid it on the left side of the tent. There was just enough room for her sleeping bag. I found a rock formation with a shelf and sat under it and ate one of the Meals Ready to Eat (MREs) that I brought. I looked down at my watch and read 2230. I figured the day couldn’t get any worse. I took off my boots, pants, socks (as they were soaked), blouse and placed them into the waterproof bag next to the one holding my gear. I was in just my olive drab t-shirt and black panties. I crawled into my sleeping system and zipped up. Lucy came in a short time later and like me was careful not to get her stuff soaked. She undressed like I did and placed her gear and clothes into waterproof bags. I swear to god that her tan t-shirt was painted on it was so tight and her breasts were huge.
My imagining her naked was broken when she said, “Count you have brought a proper tent? Fucking Americans.” She said under her breathe.
“What did you say?” I asked propping myself on one elbow looking at her start to climb in her sleeping bag.
Maybe it was the rain or the cold or she not wanting to be here either but she didn’t hold back, “I said you should have brought a bigger fucking tent!” She said loudly, when she said “fucking” there was a bit of a cockney accent to it. “Every bloody exercise we do with you stupid marines, everything is fucked up! ‘We have to do it now’ they said,” in a mocking high pitched accent. “I could be fucking home warm in my own fucking bed instead of out here with the likes of you.”
I started laughing, it started out as giggling but it turned into laughter.
Her sleeping bag was still open and she had on white panties with her t-shirt. “What the bloody hell are you laughing at?”
“I am laughing at you, ya prissy bitch!” I shook my head. “If you don’t like the hard life go do something easy and probably something you are good at, like lying on your back for money!”
The tent was high enough that we could kneel in there and we would be comfortable, and that is what she did. She climbed out of her sleeping bag and got to her knees, hands clenched in fists at her sides.
“Did you call me a bitch and a prostitute? You fucking cxnt!” She said angrily.
I zipped my own sleeping bag and crawled out and got to my knees. Inches apart from her. “And you just called me a cxnt, so this is gonna happen!” and with that I slapped her hard across her left cheek.
The whole area seemed to grow silent after my hand connected to pale flesh. She was holding her cheek, eyes glaring at me, and then in a red blur she came at me!
We wrapped our arms around each other and started wrestling in the tent. The whole thing was shaking. We fell down to the floor of the tent and started grappling with our legs. It was more like I had trained in fighting in the Marine Corps, not a catfight, not yet anyway. We traded top positions, arms still locked around each other, legs trapped together. I was able to get on top and try and flatten her out. I put a front choke on her to try to make her gas out but then she bit me… and yanked my hair. Oh, this bitch wants a catfight?!?
The hair pull took me off her and it just got dirty quick! I grabbed her bun and worked the bobby pins out so her red locks came down. She got mine undone and tried to stab me in the face with my bobby pin. I moved me head slightly and she missed so I bit her right wrist. She yelped out in pain. Btu she was still on top, and those big tits were firmly crushing down on mine. She was curvy but it was layered on top of muscle. She was strong! I grabbed two handfuls of red hair and she grabbed tow handfuls of mine and we stretched our heads back by the hair, shaking, cursing, yelling out in pain as our legs locked and unlocked.
The zipper at the door to the tent was not down the whole way when this started and our feet kicking out started it moving up and up. Soon our feet and ankles were getting pelted with cold rain drops. But we didn’t let up. I pulled away but as I did, I grabbed the neck of her tan t-shirt and pulled. The fabric stretched and started to rip at the neck. She screamed in frustration and grabbed my shirt from my hips, her nails nipping at my skin as she tried to pull my shirt up. She yanked it up over my arms and head and I was temporarily blinded. So I gave her shirt one last hard tug and released it, falling back. I quickly removed my t-shirt and tossed it back against the side of the tent. She was in the process of removing her torn one. She was clad in a barely there white bra, her breasts were bulging out at the top. I still had on a plain black bra, nothing fancy and panties. I lunged at her catching her by surprise and we landed with me on top halfway out of the tent, rain pouring on my back and hair.
Her hands re-gripped my hair and pulled back. Our bra covered breasts were pressed into the others. I slammed her head back into the ground but it was more like mud. Her dark red wet hair was now muddy, as were my fingers and I had trouble keeping a grip. Her hands grabbed my under my armpits and she pulled me up further and her teeth latched onto my right breast! DAMN THAT HURT!!! Even through the bra it hurt like hell. I remember screaming loudly and grabbing some mud and pushing it into her eyes and face. She let got sputtering out mud and I slid past her now sitting in the mud and I rubbed my tit. I turned to see her pounce and she and I started to roll back and forth in the mud.
The rain helped because we didn’t get covered in thick mud, it sort of washed it off of us. She got on top for a moment and started slapping at my face. I slugged her in the left side and she grunted in pain. I used that to roll her over and she went right for my bra! Her fingers dug into the wet, dirty bra, pulling it, trying to tear it off. Playtex makes a good bra but this one was an older model I had used for years and the back clasps gave way and RIIIIIIIPPPPP and it was off and my big breasts bounced free.
“YOU BITCH!!!” I cried out as I grabbed at her bra and worked it down under her breasts.
“FUCKING SLAG!!!” She screamed back at me and grabbed my tits again!
I didn’t know what a slag was but it couldn’t have been good! This started some of the more brutal parts of this fight. Here we were, rain pouring down on us as we slithered around in the muck. We grabbed, groped, pulled, twisted, clawed and scratched each other’s big breasts. Both of us screamed out in pain echoing through the hillside. I rolled off her and we were side by side still raking down nails, twisting nipples, kneading the breasts like play dough. I don’t know why but we let go at the same time and slammed our hurt breasts together. DAMN THAT FUCKING HURTS!!!!
I tried to roll her over, my arms around her and hers around me. I fell her hands at the waistline of my panties and she grabbed on and started tugging up. OH THIS BITCH!!! I reached down and grabbed her and wedged each other’s panties into our ass cracks. I bit her shoulder and smacked her head into mine. I tore each other’s underwear away and we were left wet, naked and dirty, writhing in the mud and muck. We fought our way to our knees and grabbed handfuls of dirty hair and breasts. Teetering, we fell backward into the tent again. The filth covering our bodies covering the sleeping bags. I pulled her up by her hair and we were kneeling again. She punched me hard in the belly. I slammed a left fist into her right breast. We each howled in pain. She grabbed my head and I grabbed hers and we brought them together…..
I remember waking up and there was sun and voice…. Oh shit voices!!!! I picked my head up and it was First Sergeant Irvin looking at me.
“Don’t say a word Devil Dog,” She said, “Put what is left of your goddamn uniform on and get your ass moving!!!”
I did as I was told. I was honestly embarrassed. I had dried blood on my head from conking it with the red head. She was getting read the riot act too. I got lots of stares as I got out of the truck and walked to the command post. SHIT!!! The commanding officer of my battalion was here. He told me to stand up straight. He bitched and bawled me out for what seemed to be an eternity. He told me my conduct was unbecoming of a Marine, that I was done in this Corps, that the general had heard about and wanted my head on a platter and on and on and on. I was to fly back to the states that night to begin my process out of the Marine Corps. 9 years I had been in the Marine Corps, but I guess this day would be the first in the rest of my life. And they thought it was some kind of rough sex she and I had, that would libidos could be tamed or something. His words not mine.
I found the smoke pit and bummed one off a Brit and took some long drags. First Sergeant Irvin came over.
“I know what happened,” she said lighting up her own cigarette, “And if I was in your shoes I would have done the same. But it is like everything that is in the grey or even the black in this life. Can you get away with it? You got caught. So you are out. But, Anna, you have to rest of your life waiting for you. Don’t’ fuck it up!” That was the best line of advice I ever got.
Back to the present……
I opened the file Emilia had sent me on my computer. The decryption and download took only a few moments. File name was REDVIXEN, which was her moniker these days. The photos they had were a couple years older. She was ousted from the Army shortly after our encounter. She got training from the IRA, Basque Separatists, and Hamas. Not just as a “freedom fighter” but also with mercenary organizations across Europe, Africa and the Middle East. Her specialty was kidnapping women. She had some suspected kills to her name in Jordan and Libya. But she fell off the radar 6 months ago. Then her MO shows up at the kidnapping of a royal. She uses other women as contractors but no pictures or real names just aliases; Abigail, Jessica, Magritte.
I kissed Ewa as she dropped me off at LAX. “Don’t love, I will be safe!” I said, “I am going to help them look for her and the Brits do their thing. I will be back before you know it.”
“Promise me,” she said looking really serious, “That you won’t chase after her yourself. You will let others do it?”
“I promise Ewa,” I lied, kissing her again on the mouth. I exited the Tahoe and grabbed my bags and went to the ticket counter.
To be continued....
