‘It’s always been my opinion that feather boas give chorus-girls a dumb appearance,’ said the white, 33-y/o Leander, a sergeant living in Colorado Springs, Co., near Ft. Carson.

‘I understand, although I think Anelia’s a pretty, little ‘skunk’ due to her black hair and the white boa, if she’d only have attached the boa to represent a tail during this evening’s performance!’ smirked the handsome, also-white, dominant and 24-y/o Dwayne.

‘Heck, you might not be an officer, but definitely are a gentleman I ought to salute despite military regs!’ Leander grinned at his buddy.

‘Well, I hope they don’t send you to a court martial because of your army staff saluting Anelia,’ Dwayne referred to Leander’s sexual equipment.

‘They won’t. But I’m glad you’re able to spend 2 weeks touring with your wife’s acting troupe after your software company in Tucson, Az. promoted you to executive manager. I’m almost surprised your boss didn’t reward you with more stripes than me,’ the sergeant teased while stroking the submissive, 23-year-old wife’s beautiful face and fine legs.

‘No jealousy, okay?’

‘I promise, scout’s honor – oh, excuse me for mentioning that you lack any honor, tramp!’ Leander snarled.

‘Really, especially considering she’s not playing a heavenly being on-stage, that’s for sure!’ Dwayne sneered.

‘Not even a fallen angel – huh?’ Leander asked the minx before she murmured, ‘I’m fallen, but not an angel, sir!’

‘Then, why were you wearing white shoes, white stockings and white lingerie and a white gown before you took the gown off, bitch?’ Leander gruffly inquired.

‘Because my role is a chorus-girl getting married, sir.’

‘One husband’s not enough?’ the sergeant said.

‘No, sir, I’m promiscuous, sir!’ Anelia moaned.

‘That’s right! How many dicks have you screwed since we’ve been in Colorado Springs?’ Dwyane inquired.

‘Uhhh ... maybe 9, sir!’ she blushed.

‘You sleazy woman!’ Leander disparaged her.

However, he and the childless couple had gone to the divorced soldier’s off-base apartment 2 hours after the guys had watched her latest performance on a July, Friday evening – while the sexy tart wallowed in a shameful desire to endure severe humiliation, rude talk, public embarrassment and more not involving bodily-harm or minors.

Nonetheless, Dwayne and Leander had been friends since they’d met at a recruitment center 3 years earlier when Leander had been supplying military information to young professionals, including the husband’s fellow-employees.

But the present event occurred a year before The Eros Adult Bookstore closed for business.

And once Anelia had confirmed her lewd behavior, Dwayne and Leander unzipped their trousers, with the latter beginning to stuff his 8-inched penis into her mouth when he stopped and metaphorically noted, ‘This court martial finds you guilty of adultery, an offense punishable with a dishonorable discharge, slut!’

Having driven past the Tejon Ave. bookstore, 2 days previously, though, Dayne jeered, ‘Yeah, and I know the right place to convict you!’