G Force

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AN: So here it is. An idea, a story I have been itching to write. I hope yall like it because it will be a bit different from my other stories. Please let me know!

PS: next chapter of WSA should be up in the next few days...

Chapter 1

Gabriella walked into Blue Angels with a sultry self assured walk and greeted the bartender with a gleaming smile as she took a seat on one of the stools that lined the long bar. It was time to forget and have a wicked good time.

"So, what can I get for you?"

"Miller Lite" she responded as she pushed her long dark curls off her shoulders exposing the tan smooth skin of her upper body.

The bartender smirked, "not much of a lady drink"

A grin twitched at the corners of her mouth as her eyes darkened, "I'm not like every lady"

The bartender gave her a lopsided smile as he grabbed her beer and popped the top sliding the cold bottle to her.

Gabriella smiled her beautiful smile as her eyes stared into his and took a long swig. "Mmm" she said as she licked her lips. "Thanks"

The bartender smirked at her alluring actions as he leaned forward against the brim of the bar, "what's your name?"

Gabriella tilted her head a bit, a swaggering grin coiling her lips. He was rather cute, in an "I'm gonna work in a bar for the rest of my life" kind of way. She noted that he probably had his fair share of lays due to his obvious "on the surface" good looks and unlimited access to the "uniform" leftovers. Too bad neither of those things were her forte, because screwing him may have been fun.

"Does it really matter?" she asked with a cocky gleam in her eye while taking another swig of her beer.

He shook his head, "guess not"

Gabriella smirked and watched him walk away as she stared at his tight ass as it retreated from her, "what's your name?" she shouted bringing her eyes to connect with his piercing ones.

He turned around with a grin, "does it matter?"

"Ah, using my words. Clever." she said as she inwardly rolled her eyes at his attempt to be coy.

He shrugged.

Gabriella licked her lips, "what's your name?" she asked again in an aggressive manner.

"Mark" he responded with a smile.

Gabriella gave him a side grin, "well, Mark, I'll be done with this," she said as she shook the bottle back and forth, "in about five minutes, so keep them coming, would you baby?"

Marked nodded, "will do…" he said, waiting for her tell him her name.

Gabriella laughed, "I'm not as easy as you" she said in her usual cocky tone as she twisted away from him, signaling she was done, for now. She licked the remnants of the wheaty libations that were still lingering on her lips as she surveyed the bar. It was your typical off base bar. Uniforms in the corner with their sluts or "chasers" as she liked to call them, attached to their hips as they licked and sucked the skin of their trollip of choice over exposed breast and swollen nape.

She narrowed her eyes when one of the uniforms caught her attention a few feet away. He had about four chasers around him hanging on his every word, touching any inch of his uniform they could get their claws on, hoping that one of their touches would be the one to signal to him that she should be the one he takes home and fucks rotten. Gabriella couldn't help but laugh at the desperation in their pathetic giggles and slutty attire; no self respect. She had no patience, tolerance or sensor for bitches like that.

She had seen this scene many times, but something about the way this uniform carried himself was rather intriguing, almost familiar. He let the whores hang on him, but he did nothing to entice them, to allure them. Not one single kiss, touch or lick from his mouth or fingers, yet they were panting like dogs in heat.

Gabriella turned her head with a slight cock when she felt Mark's presence.

"As requested" he said as he dangled the beer in front of her.

She gave him a satisfied smile as she took his very wanted gift, bringing it to her perched lips, letting the cold wetness slide down her throat. She slowly turned back to the interesting scene in front of her. Her senses heightened when she heard his throaty laugh. It was odd. Not much made her tingle or feel for that matter, but that had. She narrowed her eyes at where he sat with his back to her.

Slut one went and stood between his legs as he moved slightly on the stool, "you know, you look great in that uniform" she slurred.

Gabriella let out a laugh, a snort escaping shortly after. She hadn't meant to, but damn this broad was a fucking dumbass and it was quite amusing that this girl thought something as boring, allusive and unoriginal would get his motor running. Even the shallowest uniform didn't fall for lame attempts as poor as this.

All four sluts turned to face her.

Gabriella felt a smirk form on her face as all their over make-uped trampy eyes stared at her in hatred. She took a satisfying sip of her beer and met their gaze.

"Something funny bitch?" slut two asked.

Gabriella laughed, "Bitch?" she laughed again, "you sure are a witty little whore full of extensive comebacks"

All four sluts looked at her in confusion.

Gabriella shook her head, "I'm sorry my word usage was too large, my apologies. Okay, um, let's see if I can spell it out for you. Work on those retorts" Gabriella shook her head. "Whoops, still probably too big, um, get better come backs, got it honey?"

Gabriella had been far too focused on the sluts in front of her to notice that the uniform had now turned about face and was staring at her with a gleam in his eye and a satisfied smirk outlining his face.

Slut two scoffed and turned to the uniform, "Troy?" she squealed.

Gabriella's head jerked to the uniform. Her mouth grew dry and her eyes darkened. The hair on her neck stood erect and her jaw clenched tight as the beat of her heart skipped.

Troy's gaze moved from her long dark curls, to her deep dark brown eyes and perfect lips. He smiled bigger as his eyes lingered on the swell of her breast that was peeking through the V of her navy shift dress, finally moving down towards her slender hips to her tan smooth legs. A twinge in his chest formed and a pulse in his dick was now ever present. He traced the corners of his mouth with the tip of his tongue as he met her narrowed gaze. He flicked his hair out of his sapphire eyes as he crossed his arms, stretching the material of his naval jacket, exposing how pristine his upper body was.

Gabriella felt a growl form in the back of her throat. There was no fucking way that Troy mother fucking Bolton was sitting three fucking feet away from her. There was no way on God's green earth that his laughter was the laughter that had made her tingle. She felt her insides retch, but in reality it was no surprise that said tingle was experienced and that angered her to no extent. Fucking Troy Bolton. For the love of God, she couldn't reenter that hell. Too bad that's exactly what she was about to do, and she knew it, no matter the utter denial. She knew why he was here; it had hit her at the mere realization of he was. If her mind hadn't been so full rage these past couple days, the real possibility that he may be here would have surfaced. She cleared her throat and let her cocky grin curl her lips, it was go time.

"Troy, is it?" she asked, playing dumb. "I think slut two is trying to get you to stand up to little ole me"

Troy's eyes smiled at her attempt to be elusive. His grinned widened as he bit the inside of his cheek. Gabriella fucking Montez wanted to play a game, fine; he was going to give her one.

"Slut two?" one of them asked.

Gabriella smiled, "not you honey, you're slut four. I was referring to the wench with the retched fake breasts and even more horrid nose job" Gabriella said bluntly as she pointed to the slut on Troy's left.

Troy grinned at her feistiness. It had always been such a turn on, got her in a lot of shit, but it was hot all the same. Her quick tongue could and had elated many sensations that he found very satisfying and often plagued his dreams. The mere thought of her could make him harder than had ever been and fucking her was like being in heaven.

The sluts made like they were going to head for Gabriella.

"I'm gonna fuck up your pretty little face princess" Slut two spat.

Gabriella laughed, "Sure you will honey, sure you will" she said in a condescending voice as she looked at Troy and shook her head in disapproval.

Slut two's eyes turned to fire as she lunged for Gabriella.

Gabriella pulled her arm back and rammed her fist into slut two's nose before she ever saw it coming. Gabriella took a step forward to the hunched over slut and leaned down, "know your opponent bitch." Gabriella spat as she let out some of the anger and aggression that had resided for longer than she could account for.

The other sluts looked at her in horror.

"Anyone else want their bad enhancement popped and broken?" Gabriella sneered with a smirk, her eyes dark as night.

Troy grinned as his dick began to pulsate. It had always got his juices flowing when she reached the state of absolute aggression. She was always so full of fire and ready for anything. She put her all in everything she did, everything. She fought, spoke, worked and fucked like there was no tomorrow and it was sizzling.

Troy shook his head, "Mandy, Sandy, Candy and Margaret, I think it's time you left. I'm done." he requested, his smirk never leaving his face and his eyes never leaving the dark hard pools of the woman who he once believed would be nothing but a distant memory.

All their mouths dropped, including slut two who was still wincing in pain.

Gabriella looked over her work with pride. Her eyes narrowed to slits, "ice should help the swelling honey, I suggest you take care of that rather soon if you expect to retain your uniform chasing tomorrow, otherwise you might not get your nightly screw." She looked her up and down as she clicked her tongue, "and two days in row would be such a shame"

"Who the fuck are you?" she asked.

Gabriella let an evil grin twist her lips, but remained silent.

"Mark, can you escort them out please?" Troy asked.

Mark nodded and led the protesting sluts out the bar.

Gabriella laughed as her finger circled the mouth of the brown glass bottle.

Troy leaned against the wooden brim of the bar, "your claws retracted?"

Gabriella sucked the beer residue from her finger "you like claws"

Troy let out a low growl, "your claws" he said in a low voice as he penetrated her eyes with his trying to elicit a memory.

Gabriella's heart tugged and her stomach plummeted at his reference. Damn him.

"It's taken care of Troy" Mark said as he reentered the bar and headed for the back, killing the trance Troy and Gabriella were encompassed in.

"Thanks man" he said never letting his piercing gaze leave Gabriella's.

Gabriella cocked her head, "uh huh, I see you still have that human control under wraps"

Troy shrugged, "haven't met one I couldn't"

Gabriella's eyes narrowed at his cockiness and she let out a laugh in retort, "I disagree"

Troy took a step forward, "you always did"

Gabriella rolled her eyes as she took a long swig of the cold intoxicating beverage. She rested her forearms on the brim of the bar and turned her head back to look at Troy, "well, you just fucked yourself darlin"

Troy shifted closer to her, "I never fuck myself sweetheart?" he stated as fact rasing his eyebrows suggestively.

Gabriella let out a dry laugh as she stood up and turned fully to face him, "my point exactly, you had four chances at fuck and now none. We both know how you need your fucks Troy," her gaze traveled to his polyester clad dick, "I'm sure he's throbbing for it right now"

Troy smirked, "you think so, huh?"

Gabriella laughed, "don't try and fool me Troy, I know you like I know the back of my hand. Years passing doesn't change that fact I still have your number, always will. Your dick leads you and pleases you"

Troy slid inside the space that still remained between them and brought his hand to her shoulder caressing slowly down her slender arm as he stared into her dark hard eyes, "I was counting on that Brie" he said in a throaty voice as he licked the corners of his mouth, calling her the name that hadn't been spoke in six years.

Gabriella stiffened and let out a growl as his rough hands traced her skin, causing her core to moisten and throb in anguish while her heart began to race. She hated him for his touch always making her fizzle with desire and need. Apparently distance and time didn't heal or erase shit.

Troy moved his hand to tangle in her curls grabbing a handful and tugging as he nuzzled his lips against her ear, "And I'll always have yours sweetheart. No matter how hard you try baby, you'll never forget how I could make you quiver in pleasure as I sucked on that heart shape birthmark on the inside your right thigh or how only I could plunge deep inside you, sending you to another world. You probably dream about it, I know I do" He whispered as his tongue licked the folds of her ear and his erection throbbed. The smell of her, the feel of her made his hormones and heart soar to heights he hadn't felt in years.

Gabriella closed her eyes, allowing a smirk to grace her face as she placed her beer on the bar thrusting away every tingle or spark he evoked inside her expertly. She brought her hand to his cheek, shifting his face and loosening the grip he had on her hair, so that his mug was directly in front of her. She bit the corner of her bottom lip as she stared into his blue pools, "tell me baby, what brings you to Texas?" she asked as anger began to boil inside her as soon as the words left her lips.

Troy ginned as he brought his lips to hers, brushing them lightly, "I think you have an idea"

Gabriella grinned, yeah she fucking knew and that made her burn on the inside. She ran her tongue against his lips continuing her toying, "I want to hear you say it"

Troy let out a groan at the erotic gesture, "naval aviation"

Gabriella smirked knowingly, she figured, how could she not? She moved her hand down his toned chest, "they've really got you all hard and solid." She stated with a seductive smile as she let out a moan letting her tongue escape her lips to run against the corners of her soft mouth, "Mmm. I like you hard," she muttered as her hands trailed down his naval coat feeling his hard pecks and abs through the material.

Troy dug his fingers into her sides as he moved his lips down her jaw to her neck forcefully, occasionally raking his teeth along the delicate skin. His body was so close to hitting overdrive and his need to feel her naked smooth skin was beyond excruciating "Oh I'm hard sweetheart" he groaned pressing his stiff cock against her thigh.

Gabriella tilted her head back as she traced her top lip with the tip of her tongue. She let her hand travel further south, "I guess you did take my Dad's teachings and words to mind and heart when you enlisted here." She was fighting. Fighting his touch, his allure, his appear and holy hell it was hard, but she could do it. She had to do it.

Troy bit the skin of her neck roughly, "I always did, you know that"

Gabriella elicited a moan wishing she could give in, but it wasn't that simple. She wiped away the craving as she moved her hand down to his bulge and squeezed, hard.

Troy let out a gasp, as pain and tears filled his eyes.

Gabriella smiled down at him. The yearning having been replaced with fury "I guess you missed or forgot the part about protecting your assets"

Troy groaned. This was not what he had been expecting.

"I guess that now makes two things you forgot" she said with a sneer, letting go of him.

Troy hunched over in pain.

Gabriella breathed heavy, "it was a pleasure Troy" she said with a clinched jaw. She placed some cash on the bar and strut out the door.

"What the hell has gotten into you?" Chad asked Troy as they walked into the formal dining room.

Troy groaned, the memory of last night still weighing heavy on him. Seeing her was like a dream and had she not had his ball clamped between her fingers he would have questioned if it was real, but the still dull throb in his dick and balls spoke otherwise. "Nothing"

"You look like you want to pound someone" Chad responded as they both took a seat at the long mahogany table.

Troy scoffed at the irony in his words, "oh I want to pound someone, but not in the way are thinking"

Chad went to speak, but the lieutenant standing at the podium halted him.

"Thank you all for coming. I expect this to be a pleasant dinner and get to know. I have met the new Admiral and I can say without a doubt that he will make a prestigious mark on this base. I expect that you will welcome him with open arms and be very pleased with what he has in store for this program. Without further ado I'd like to introduce Admiral Greg Montez"

Troy's did his best to contain the liquid that now stood at a standstill in his mouth and was threatening to spew from his lips. He had to be dreaming, seriously had to be dreaming. His eyes moved to the stage to where the man who had such a profound impact on his life stood, the man he owed so much to, the man who had been more of a father to him than his own ever gave a second thought to, the half of the pair that help save him.

"Fuck, do you see the broad standing next to him?" Chad asked as he salivated.

Troy's eyes followed Chad's gaze. He sighed as his dick began to throb, "fuck"

AN: So...how was it...? ((awaits anxiously))