Sheva’s gun went click at the worst possible time. Of all the blasted! Why now?! Something big with a large number of appendages was bearing down on her. One of the bioweapons many arms reached out to grab her. Skillfully, she rolled to the side, narrowly escaping its grasp. She came up from her roll hitting the eject button on her gun; the empty magazine came out just as she popped a fresh one in.
Not a moment too soon as the...whatever...had turned to face her and steadily advanced as she backed into a corner. Who the hell thought these things were a good idea? She thought as she unloaded into the creature. It gave one more attempt to swipe at her before it reached a lethal limit for lead and fell down.
Cautiously, she approached the creature and prodded it with her foot. As a farewell gift, it exploded. A rain of grey and tan matter thoroughly coated the area and the unfortunate Sheva.
“Ick.” The beautiful woman said as she wiped the gunk off her.
“Status report.” Her radio squawked at her.
“Target is down central.”
“Any collateral?”
“It decided to explode on its’ way out. I got a coating of it. Area is bad too.” Sheva responded as she picked more of the creatures body off her own.
“Standby for a decon team. Is your patch in place?”
Sheva lifted her top slightly and fingers the tan patch than stuck out against the dark tone of her skin. Developed by the BSAA it helped minimize the risks of operatives when encountering BWs. “Yes command.”
“Good. Get yourself a shower once decon arrives. Good work out there.”
Sheva holstered her gun. Thank you for noticing that. She heard the sound of helicopters off in the distance. The decon team was coming and she could look forward to a cold shower.
An hour later:
Sheva hung out under the cold shower of the decon wash far too long. Yet, she felt like she needed it. It felt like her body was just on fire at the moment, and the cold wash held some measure of abatement towards the creeping inferno. Reluctantly, she turned off the shower and toweled off. Her old outfit was a loss so she was stuck in a BSAA Uniform that was clearly meant for someone much bigger than she was. The baggy outfit bunched up and gathered in all the wrong places; doing nothing to abate the heat problem she was facing.
“You look like you jumped into a potato sack.” One of the officers replied as she stepped out.
“Thanks. I do my best for you guys.” Sheva replied with no humor. “What do we have?”
“Right now nothing. We’re trying to trace it back to its origin. Umbrella and the African branch died because of your work, so seeing this is something new.” The officer replied.
“Orders?”
“You get some sleep. We’ll let you know when it’s time to move out again.” The officer turned, the conversation clearly over and started to direct his men. “Alright, the samples are secured. Get those flamethrowers up and burned the carcass and surrounding area. I want no traces!”
Sheva walked away as best as she could; resisting the urge to make a snide comment or quip. Your mouth will only get you in trouble. She thought as she picked her way out of the scene and back into her truck. Starting it up, she wiped the sweat off her brow. So damn hot! Sheva took off back towards town and the relative hospitality that her hotel room offered.
It took 30 minutes and by then Sheva was awash in sweat, her body an inferno, despite the cranked AC. She ran back up to her hotel room as quickly as the over-sized outfit would allow and slammed the door shut. Her outfit hit the floor as soon as the lock clicked, leaving the beautiful woman in the buff.
Sheva massaged her breasts as she wandered the room, finding them rather sensitive and demanding attention. Far below, her sex too craved attention. It seemed that ever since her encounter her honey pot was a leaky mess. She was surprised that none of the decon team had smelled the aroma of her arousal leaking off her body.
Knowing the best cure for this sort of thing, Sheva hopped onto her bed and started to massage herself. Her long fingers glided along her sex before plunging in. The sounds of her fulfillment bouncing off the walls as she pleased herself. Sheva had found, to her delight, that she was able to hit her spots while rubbing at her clit; sending sparks of pleasure deep into her brain. Her entire body reverberated as she came. The hand that was in her snatch froze up, and the other hand that was massaging her tits squeezed hard. Her mouth locked open in a silent scream of pleasure.
When she came down from her orgasm some of the heat that ravaged her body left with it. She just felt cool laid out on the bed, basking in her post masturbation bliss.