Page 5 of Aliens Love Curves

"Sir," she says hesitantly, "can I ask you something?"

I nod, not trusting my voice to crack as I try to control my breathing...and the swell in my pants not to get any bigger.

"Why didn't you say anything about what I did in front of the others? I saw you were impressed, but you didn't mention it."

I sigh, running a hand through my long hair. "Because, Peace, as an Enforcer, you need to learn to do the right thing without expectation of praise or reward. And as your trainer, I can't show favouritism."

"Even when it's deserved?" she challenges, a spark of defiance in her eyes.

"Especially then," I reply, holding her gaze. "The other cadets already see you as different. If I single you out for praise, it could cause resentment."

Casey nods slowly, understanding but not entirely satisfied. "I see. So, what you're saying is, I should get used to theseprivatedebriefings?"

There's a hint of something in her voice – teasing? Flirtation? – that sends a jolt through me. I need to end this conversation before I do something I'll regret.

"Don't get cocky, Peace," I say, injecting sternness back into my tone. "You've shown promise, but you have a long way to go. Now hit the showers. Tomorrow, we work on precision flying."

Her large breasts rise and fall before she answers, and I have to fight not to stare at them. "Yes, sir," she replies, turns, and walks over to the door leading into the main building. I watch her ass cheeks do a dance of their own as they fight against the tight material of the uniform as she walks. Just metres from the door, she looks back over her shoulder. "And sir?" I draw in a sharp breath which catches in my throat as I tear my eyes up, hoping I wasn’t caught out. "Thank you."

As she walks away, I can't help but watch the sway of her hips, the confidence in her stride. Did she catch me watching her? I swear the way she’s rolling her hips now is even more exaggerated. It takes every ounce of my self-control not to call her back, not to tell her how amazing she was out there today.

What is wrong with me? She's a cadet. A human. Everything about this is inappropriate. I'm her trainer, for star's sake. I'm supposed to be moulding her into an Enforcer, not... not whatever this is.

But as I head back to my office, I can't shake the image of her on that glider. The skill, the grace, the sheer joy of flying that radiated from her. It stirred something in me, something I thought I'd left behind long ago.

I sink into my chair, running my hands over my face. This is going to be a long training period. I need to get these feelings under control. I need to remember my place, my duty.

But even as I think this, I know it's a losing battle. Casey Onyx Peace has already gotten under my skin, and I have a feeling she's not going anywhere anytime soon.

Sighing, I turn to my computer, pulling up her file. "Cop," I mutter, a smile tugging at my lips despite myself. "What am I going to do with you?"

Chapter 3 - Casey

Graduation day. I never thought I'd see it, let alone feel a flutter of excitement in my chest as I don my cadet uniform one last time. Appraising my appearance in the mirror I smile. Casey Onyx Peace, a.k.a Cop – a nickname that stuck from day one of training, courtesy of my infuriatingly handsome instructor, Stryker, will soon be a fledgling enforcer.

As I adjust my uniform, my mind drifts back over the gruelling months of training. The endless drills, the punishing physical regime, the countless hours spent mastering Ovan law and enforcer protocols. Through it all, one constant remained: Stryker, with his chiselled pink muscles and that damned swishing tail that never failed to catch my eye.

I shake my head, trying to clear it of thoughts of my instructor. Focus, Casey. You're about to become a full-fledged enforcer, something you never imagined wanting. Yet here I am, on the cusp of earning my badge, my laser gun, and most importantly, my enforcer glider license.

A montage of memories flashes through my mind:

- The first time I managed to outmanoeuvre Stryker in a training flight, his shocked expression quickly masked by a grudging nod of approval.

- Late nights poring over legal texts, my eyes burning but my determination unwavering.

- The day I finally bested the toughest combat simulation, collapsing in exhaustion but grinning ear to ear as my fellow cadets cheered.

Each memory is tinged with Stryker's presence – his stern commands, his rare words of praise, and those moments when I caught his gaze lingering on me a second too long.

I make my way to the grand hall where the graduation ceremony is to take place. As I enter, I'm once again struck by how different I look from my peers, every one of them different species to me, with most of them being Equanox. Where they are all sleek lines and graceful limbs, I'm a symphony of curves – round hips, ample chest, thick thighs. I used to hate standing out, but now...now I stride in with confidence, knowing I've earned my place here just as much as any of them.

The ceremony begins, a blur of speeches and formalities. My heart races as names are called, each graduate stepping forward to receive their badge and weapon. Then, finally:

"Casey Onyx Peace!"

I step forward, my eyes locked on Chief Enforcer Zara as she presents me with my badge. Its weight in my hand is substantial, a tangible representation of everything I've worked for. Glancing over to my parents who are standing alongside other uniformed higher-ranking enforcers, the look of relief on their faces gives me a pang of guilt. I was lucky to make the recruitments and not be sent back to Earth.

I flash them a grin and nod my gratitude being sent in the simple gesture. They smile back, returning small nods.