Lady's Choice (working title).

Alright, dear readers (all...eight of you?) here be chapter two. I couldn't resist writing another one because it feels a bit unfair writing alleged smutfic with no actual smut. There's some ladies pleasuring themselves in this one, while thinking about other ladies. It's the first sex scene I've written, so some critique of this aspect especially would be very welcome.

Having shown Rebecca around the station, Jill led her back to the main STARS office, which was by this point - for it was now late in the afternoon - empty, most of the team having gone home or to train. Wesker was probably still in his office, right enough, working late as usual. The light slicing through the Venetian blinds had taken on a warm, yellowy tone. It lit up the highlights in Rebecca's auburn hair, making her appear to glow. Jill found it hard to concentrate as she showed the new girl her desk, just opposite Jill's own.

Rebecca sat down in her swivel chair and moved the computer's mouse experimentally.

"Is it on?"

"No, you have to turn it on at the back. Here, let me reach around for you..."

The space surrounding the desk was fairly cramped, so when Jill leaned over to reach around to the power switch, Rebecca felt her breasts brush her shoulder. The younger girl shivered slightly in pleasure at the sensation of the soft flesh, Jill's nipples rock hard from the chill of the air conditioning. Rebecca wondered what it would be like to touch those breasts properly, feel those nipples harden under her slender fingers. Jill moaning her name in pleasure...Rebecca...Rebecca...

"Rebecca?"

Jill looked quizzically at the medic, who appeared to be lost in a world of her own. Rebecca snapped out of her daydream, looking slightly flustered, a cute blush creeping onto her cheeks. Wondering what thoughts she had interrupted, Jill proceeded to show her how to submit reports using a pre-made form. The system at RPD was largely run on computers now, something most other police forces did not yet have the money for. They had been partially paid for by Umbrella, a large company that employed many people in Raccoon City and the surrounding area.

"See, you just fill in the form like you would on paper, and select things like the current status of the case from the drop down menus. Then you click here and it emails it off to Captain Wesker, and he checks things over. It's pretty simple, really."

"Is that all I really need to worry about then? Am I ready to start work?"

Rebecca sounded eager, with a youthful enthusiasm that Jill suspected would soon be ground out of her by the never ending form-filling that currently made up their jobs. She decided not to spoil things for the new girl just yet, she looked so cute when she smiled.

"There's still some more physical training to do. You've been through the basic training programme, obviously, but most of the more specialist stuff we learn on the job. I've been assigned to teach you, at least most of the time."

Even when I don't know half as much about guns as everyone else, Jill added to herself. And I'm pretty out of shape...she could outrun me for sure.

"Anyway, that's a little too much to learn at first. Wesker wants you sticking to office work for the first month, unless we really need you. There's a lot for you to pick up in a short space of time and all that. We'll start physical training next week, ok?"

"Sounds great! Is there anything else that I need to know, or...?"

"You're fine. It's just gone five o'clock now, so you're free to go home. I'm going to the gym, myself, so if you wanna come and train then get a ride home...?"

Jill let the question hang in the air, hoping it wouldn't sound like the offer of a date. She barely knew this girl, it was just a friendly offer to a new colleague...or so she told herself.

"Thanks for the offer, but I...uh...I still have a lot of unpacking to do, so y'know, I best get home quickly. Thanks though."

Rebecca was frustrated at having to refuse Jill's offer - she longed to spend more time with the intriguing STARS agent, and the thought of Jill working up a sweat, breasts jiggling slightly as she ran on the treadmill, was strangely erotic. But she really did have a hell of a lot of unpacking to get done, and she needed it out of the way before work really took off.

Jill felt understandably disappointed at Rebecca's refusal. Had she realised the hidden meanings in Jill's words, picked up on the fact that her feelings were not strictly Platonic? The two women said goodbye, slightly awkwardly, and went their separate ways.

Since being offered the STARS job and moving up considerably in the world, Jill had begun to rent her own apartment. No more sleeping on friend's couches or staying with crap boyfriends because she needed a roof over her head. It was not exactly the swankiest of places, but it was more than big enough for one person, and pleasant enough in a plain sort of way. Jill arrived back as the clock tower struck six - she had had to pick up some shopping on her drive home. She cooked up some pasta and a simple sauce, tomatoes and vegetables seasoned with a little basil. Flopping down on the somewhat utilitarian sofa, she switched on the news and began to eat, largely ignoring the news reader's attempts to educate her about a suspected chemical spill up in the mountains. Bunch of dead fish in a lake, or something, but there was no apparent risk of it reaching the city's water supply, so the authorities did not exactly sound concerned.

Meanwhile, not so far away, Rebecca Chambers was transferring biology books from cardboard boxes to her new bookshelves. The last of her student loan (and a little bit extra from the Captain - upon hearing that his new recruit was having difficulty with rent, Wesker had happily paid her a month's wages in advance) had gone on the down payment for this place, and she was rather pleased with it. An open-plan apartment, maybe a little too Yuppyish (thankfully not in price) for her tastes, but fully furnished and within walking distance of work? Worth a little bit of pretentious decor for sure.

Rebecca was somewhat preoccupied as she sat down to a meal of homemade chicken salad - preoccupied by thoughts of Jill Valentine, the delectable brunette she had only met today. She had not expected there to be any other women at work, much less one so attractive - but Jill would not be interested in her, she knew. She had seen a photo of a man on her desk, so she presumably had a boyfriend.

Meanwhile, Jill was easing away the stresses of the day - mostly personal rather than work - with a nice hot shower. The bathroom was clouded with steam as Jill ran soapy hands over her more than ample breasts. Her mind filled with thoughts of Rebecca, worries and questions that quickly faded to lust and arousal as she massaged her small brown-tinged nipples under the hot massage of the shower. Stepping out a few moments later, she headed to her bedroom, wearing only a white toweling dressing gown, left open - she was the only one in the house, afterall.

Rebecca was getting ready for bed, too. But she did not plan on going to sleep just yet. Lying down on top of the duvet, she spread her legs and began to rub her clit, imagining it was Jill's fingers that coaxed that tiny nub to arousal. Rubbing small, rounded breasts with one hand, she sensed herself grow wet. The young medic slipped a finger inside herself, wondering what it would be like to do the same to a certain co-worker, how wet Jill might get if she were to slide her fingers in.

Jill was very wet at this very moment, actually, and not just from the shower. She too had slid her fingers down to her moist slit, and was rubbing herself faster and faster as she imagined the sensation of Rebecca's sweet pink mouth on her nipples, sucking and nibbling her closer and closer to orgasm. She fantasised about Rebecca sitting above her, straddling her face...Jill imagined burying her face in the redhead's dripping cunt, her senses filled with Rebecca's taste, Rebecca's smell, Rebecca's moans...

Rebecca was moaning now, close to her peak. She pumped her fingers in and out of herself feverishly, other hand massaging her clit. Gasping now, sweat beading her brow, she groaned slightly as the orgasm shook her slender body, and she imagined the sensation shared with Jill, both tumbling exhausted to the bed from the urgency of their lovemaking.

The object of her fantasies was nearing exhaustion, too, as she rubbed herself rapidly, imagining all the erotic possibilities with her new crush. But she was flagging, somewhat, maybe not as in shape as she thought. Jill took a breather, sliding two fingers languidly insider herself, feeling her own warmth, slipping her digits out again and tasting her own juices, imagining it was the taste of a certain young medic. Recovered slightly, she resumed her masturbation in earnest. Jill Valentine was soon nearing climax, moaning in rhythm with the motions of her fingers, bucking her hips slightly to increase their pressure. Dripping arousal on her pristine new bed sheets, she cried out loudly as she came, and then slowed to a stop, exhausted.

Rebecca was by this point dropping off to sleep, her thighs still slick with her own wetness. She would shower in the morning. Her dreams were filled with a certain brown-haired woman, but very little clothing...

Jill too was soon asleep, her worries forgotten in the haze of the afterglow. Slipping between the sheets she was soon closing her eyes, wondering slightly if there was a way she could turn fantasy into reality. She wondered slightly whether it would be awkward interacting with Rebecca the next day, knowing that the medic had been the subject of her lonely passions the night before.