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Hard MFMM EroticaVirginia Bliss
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2017 Virginia Bliss
Written by Virginia Bliss
~~ The scenes in this story take place between consenting adults ~~
I was not a girl who came from a family of status or wealth. Rather, it was the opposite - my mother, a woman who had taken on the task of raising three children on her own - had taught me to be frugal. My childhood was full of food stamps, our apartment partially paid for by the government. Truly, I experienced a life that lacked luxury.
And in all honesty, it had never bothered me. I never had the newest gadgets, never had clothes that looked and felt good on me. Those sorts of things were irrelevant - what mattered was making sure that food was on the table, that my mother wasn't going to collapse under the weight of her responsibilities.
Ever since I was young, I'd dreamt of getting a high-paying job, taking care of my mother and siblings as they grew older. Luckily for me, I was blessed with a mind that caught on to new concepts remarkably fast, earning me some of the best grades in my class. That is - up until high school. Things went downhill pretty fast from there.
It wasn't that my brain couldn't take the work - it was that I had gotten old enough to take on a part-time job. And really, with my mother's health rapidly declining, I couldn't afford to shirk that responsibility. I needed to support her, to support my younger siblings. And so I took on a job that ate away at me, a job that ensured I'd never get a good night's sleep.
I remembered waking up at seven in the morning to get ready for school, and going to bed during the witching hours, those wee hours wherein I'd have the whole world to myself. Who in the world would be awake at 3 in the morning? Only a girl who'd just gotten home from the night shift at the local grocery - I'd shove instant noodles down my throat and pass out within the hour.
My grades suffered dearly, and therefore, I wasn't able to apply for any scholarships. And without scholarships, university was a pipe dream at best. It wasn't until after graduating at age eighteen that I realized something - there were other options. Sure, these other paths were a little scarier, a little more convoluted, and my mother would have to wait much longer to fall into the lap of luxury, but-
If it was my only chance, then so be it. I'd take it.
It was this decision that brought me to this run-down, sketchy-looking building. The recruitment office of the Marines. I was young, female, not particularly strong - but I needed this to work. I'd heard that some of the boys from my old school had followed this path, chasing the promise of paid tuition. I bit my lip as I rested my hand on the door handle.
The building certainly looked nothing like the pictures. It was old, paint flaking and wood smelling rotten. My nose crinkled as soon as I took a deep breath. Briefly, I wondered if I'd been given the wrong address by the helpful advisors online - but the sign was there, as clear as day. Marine Recruitment Office.
Finally, finally, I gained control of my muscles, and I overcompensated by swinging the door open and barging inside. Shit - this was typical of me. I always had to make a scene, somehow. Flushing pink with embarrassment, I shut the door behind me with as much grace and poise as I could muster, and continued on into the room. I wasn't alone - there were three pairs of eyes trained on me.