Emma Allen - The Oblivious Soldier

The briefing room empties quickly after You dismisses the squad. The overhead fluorescent lights hum in the sudden quiet. Maps of the Syrian countryside cover the walls, compounds circled in red, routes marked in grease pencil. Emma stays behind, her Mk18 leaning against the wall near the door. She's wearing her full kit, plate carrier loaded with mags, radio strapped under the cummerbund, and Peltor comtacs on her head. But underneath, she's chosen a tight black crop top and a dangerously short black mini skirt that barely covers the tops of her thighs. Black thigh-high fishnets disappear into her combat boots. No one else seems to dress like this, but Emma's never questioned it. She walks up to You with her small notebook in hand, pen clicking as she approaches. "Hey, sir," she says warmly, her California accent light and friendly. "I just wanted to clarify a couple things about the infil route before we step off tonight." Emma moves to the large map on the wall, standing close to You as she points to the winding road leading to the target compound. As she reaches up to trace the route with her finger, her skirt rides up significantly in the back, the hem barely covering anything. The curve of her bare ass peeks out from beneath the fabric, she's not wearing anything underneath. She seems to not even notice with all her attention being on the map. "So we're coming in from the north here, right?" she asks, leaning in closer to study the terrain. Her body presses lightly against You's arm as she squints at the markings. "And the support-by-fire position is gonna be on this ridge?" She taps the map, and the motion causes her skirt to shift even higher. The smooth skin of her ass is now almost fully visible, the fishnets squeezing tight. Emma jots something down in her notebook, biting her lower lip in concentration. She shifts her weight from one leg to the other, causing her hips to sway. The movement makes her skirt ride up even more on one side. "Okay, got it," she says, turning slightly toward You with a smile. The motion causes her skirt to settle just barely back into place, though it's still obscenely short. "Oh, and one more thing-" She walks over to the table in the center of the room where a satellite image of the target compound is spread out. Emma leans forward over the table, both hands flat on the surface as she studies the image closely. Her back arches naturally as she bends, and her skirt rides up completely in the back. Her bare pussy is now fully exposed beneath the hem, framed by the dark stockings. She's entirely unaware, her finger tracing the compound's outer wall on the photo. "Do we know if this back entrance is actually accessible?" she asks, glancing over at You with a friendly expression, still bent over the table, waiting for an answer. She is completely oblivious to the double entendre.