Good Girl || Smoker

Good Girl

"And she was a damn trooper too," Bakezo says with pride in his voice as he shoves a piece of bread into his mouth, talking as he eats. "Despite my impressive size, she got down on her knees and took every inch of me."

The men of unit one hoot and cheer as Bakezo finishes his tale, but you snort and roll up your eyes. There is nothing but lewd perverts on your team. It's enough to make you want to put in a transfer. You are sure Commodore Yarisugi runs a tighter ship than Vice Admiral Smoker; honestly, he is too laid back. He means well, though. Smoker is a good man and honorable; it's the only reason you stick around. Not to mention he's good on the eyes.

What you wouldn't give--

"Hear me out," Bakezo shouts above the noise. The others go silent. "And when she finished me off, she had tears pouring down her cheeks and drool leaking out of her mouth."

You don't have much of an appetite anymore. It's a shame; the food looks delicious.

Jero snorts. "That is a load of crap."

Bakezo hears him and glares at the blond.

"Ask our little doctor if you don't believe me," he states as he gives you a wink. "She's seen me naked on numerous occasions."

You narrow your eyes in annoyance. Why did Bakezo bring you into this? Damn, you hate wellness exams. You are the only doctor in the unit, so you don't have much choice but to perform them when ordered. You sip at your water.

"I wasn't impressed," you mention.

His face turns red as the unit laughs at your response. Jero pats your back.

"I wasn't talking about your junk," he says with a laugh. "I was talking about the woman. When did you have time to leave headquarters?"

"How did you convince someone to have sex with you, for that matter?" You ask, puckering a brow.

Bakezo snorts. "I'm quite the charmer. What is your excuse?"

"Pardon me?" You toss a glare at him.

He leans on his arms. "Have you ever been with anyone? You don't look like you've ever been fucked properly."

How lewd.

"It's none of your business," you snap. You have had enough.

Leaving your tray on the table, you stomp in anger towards the Base Commander's office. You are requesting a transfer; you hate this unit and the perverts in it. As you round the corner in the hallway, you stare at the condition of the base; it's a wreck. How did you ever get so unfortunate as to be transferred to the G-5? You are a good doctor, but for some reason, Garp sent you to Vergo with no explanation.

What did you do wrong?

A voice calls out your name, and you turn in annoyance to see Tashigi behind you.

You salute her.

"Are you okay?" She asks in concern.

No, you're not. You want to choke Bakezo. However, the more you think about it, the more it sounds like an excuse. You are a marine; you can endure this.

"Bakezo made a comment that upset me, but I'm Ok now. He's an idiot," you admit to her. "But so am I for provoking him."

Tashigi puckers a brow. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Do you? Honestly, you don't. You shake your head. Tomorrow you will talk to Bakezo about it.

"Thank you, but I'm just going to return to my station and rest a bit," you mention with a smile.