Seducing the Soldier

Tonight was the night. Vanessa was going to fulfill the secret sexual desire of every woman in her area. She was going to seduce the soldier.

It had been a strange, local tradition for girls for the longest time; the route that most young women took home from college went past the barracks and the singular male soldier that always stood dutifully on guard. It made little difference whether the soldier was attractive or not; most of the girls did it not out of physical attraction; but for the thrill of trying to lure a man away from his post, to be so incredibly alluring that he would have no choice but to follow. Rarely it worked, but Vanessa was confident. The girls would walk past him during the day in groups, where the pressure of so many eyes was far more powerful than any desire the soldier may have, yet Vanessa walked past in the night, alone, after her shift at the bar.

This soldier was attractive, with buzzed black hair and a jawline that she could cut herself on. He was tall too, towering over most that walked past him and clearly well built, his uniform doing little to hide the muscles bulging beneath the fabric. However, what caught her attention, was his icy blue eyes and the intense way he seemed to stare straight ahead, as though nothing in the world held any interest for him. Vanessa wanted to change that. She yearned for nothing more than to earn his gaze, to be the one woman that could finally drag his attention away from his duty, so irresistible that he would have no other choice but to ravish her, right there and then, and so, the outfit.

Generally, Vanessa's outfits tended to lean into the more salacious side; she was a bartender, and it came with the territory; the lower the cut of her tops; the more money that came in, and tonight was the lowest it had ever been, earning her a rather hefty amount of generous tips and several phone numbers, some from rather attractive men. None of them held her interest, however. She was solely focused on her soldier.

Of course, she could hardly blame the customers for desiring her; even by her standards, she looked mouth-watering. Her skirt was practically vacuum-sealed to her thighs, the black leather hugging her curves, accentuating her hips and thighs, and squashing her waist, creating a perfect hourglass figure. The rest of her outfit was similarly tight, the long-sleeved burgundy top clinging to the outline of her breasts, with the neckline dipping low between them, practically all the way down to her sternum, revealing every inch of her cleavage, accentuated even further by a tight push-up bra. Even if they glanced up, the long chain of her necklace dangled down, dragging their eyes back where she wanted them.

The bar was closed now, the last glass washed and stacked to dry, and Vanessa was out into the night, her purpose clear in her mind as she strode along the road, heels clacking against the sidewalk, her outfit hidden for now behind a thick black coat, the faux fur lining cozy against her bare skin. The night was warm enough to walk without, but she had no desire to let every man out there see her outfit, and the reveal to her soldier wouldn't be quite as fun if he saw everything she was wearing straight away.

As she came closer to the barracks, the excitement was starting to build in her body, and she dug out her compact from her coat pocket, flicking it open to gaze at her reflection. The lipstick she'd painted earlier was still unsmudged, outlining a perfect pout in brilliant red, bright against her pale skin, and her eyelashes were still beautifully long, thick, and black, her eyeliner a perfect little flick out from each corner. She admired herself for a moment, allowing the self-confidence to build up as she neared her goal, tugging her neckline down just an inch further, adjusting her bra so that her cleavage was pushed out to its fullest, practically spilling out of her shirt, leaving very little left to the imagination. No man could resist such a tempting image.

The man in question was coming into sight now, a tall, imposing figure, cutting out a sharp silhouette in the soft light of the streetlamp. He hadn't seen Vanessa yet; he was watching over the street directly, eyes to the front. If he could hear her heels clacking against the sidewalk, there was no sign; even as she grew closer to him, he remained focused until she was right in front of him, his gaze still focused somewhere over her head as though she didn't exist at all.