Learning Curve

‘Come on in ladies, don't be shy, that doesn’t work in this line of work,’ she laughed.

Ten young women gingerly filed through the doors and formed up across a line on the floor as they’d been instructed to do earlier.  

The woman who had called to them swung around on the chair, slipped her feet into a pair of classic pumps, rose and walked toward them.  As she did two doors, one on each side of the room opened, from one side came a woman with a tailor's measuring tape while another 

pushed a multitiered shelf of shoes.  From the opposite side a woman pushed a rack of shirts to numerous to count but all labelled with various numbers.  The woman stood by as the one who had greeted the girls looked along the line of them, giving each the once over.  

‘My name is Tracey Cummings and yes I am an agent, not just an instructor, Force does not believe in that, all your teachers are agents, either active or retired, I happen to still be active.  Now I can see some of you are visibly uncomfortable, the way you came in and your demeanour now, both in body language and facial expression, tells me so.  What I want to know is why?  Be honest, it's the only way to overcome it.  What you're experiencing I can guarantee the person next to you is as well.  So, who wants to be first?’ she smiled standing dead centre of the group and looking.

‘I feel vulnerable,’ said one.

‘Almost naked, but in an uncomfortable way,’ another added.

‘On display,’ yet another said.  

Tracey saw the nods from the others, a reassuring smile on her face.  ‘Then you're going to hate this,’ she said, her eyes darting to the women on the sidelines, one of whom sprung into action, her tape measure a flurry of activity as she called out numbers for the first girl. By the rack with the shirts one lady searched, handed one to the other, she took it to the first trainee motioning her to undo her buttons, hand her the shirt and take the new one.  The process repeated itself down the line until all were changed.  The two costumiers, their job done, left via the door they had entered.  

‘Much better, not so loose, but not so tight, the perfect squeeze factor.  Now for the shoes, a pair of each to start I think, we can do other colours later, let's get the style and height first,’ Tracey said to the remaining two ladies who went to work.   They made quick work of their task then silently disappeared like the other two leaving Tracey and the ten recruits alone.

‘Now I imagine if you felt those anxieties before you’re really feeling them now,’ she smiled.  ‘Let me explain what just happened and why, but first, a little history.  These two garments have been in our arsenal since the early 1950’s, just as your guns, knives, various drugs and poisons have, but with one exception.  Guns can miss or only wound, same goes for knives, drugs and poisons may be resisted or not effective, but what we’re all wearing ladies, has never ever not been 100% effective in all those years.  Negligee, bikini, cocktail dress can’t hold a candle to this simple ensemble, men simply cannot resist it.  Some of the reasons are obvious, legs, especially long ones, which you all have, they display perfectly, every step you take causes them to dance before him, doesn’t matter if your a Curve agent, old, young, The heels only add to the mesmerization as they tighten things up a bit, your bum, your calves and thighs, they also give you added height and lengthen out your legs making them even more dazzling.’

She walked up and down the row of trainee’s looking at them.

‘Now we come to the issue of heels, yes or no or maybe both.  That’s answered with one simple test, step out of your heels ladies,’ Tracey asked as she stepped back to look at the results.  ‘Rare indeed, usually there are one or two and forgive me for this my dear,’ she said addressing the only Curve trainee.  ‘Usually Curve agents that should wear the heels all the time as it makes their legs look better, but you my dear,’ she said stopping in front of the Curve agent trainee, you can do either, as can the rest of you.  You’ve all got the legs for it.’

‘You’re right about feeling more vulnerable, why the change?’ one agent asked.

‘Those shirts you all came in with didn’t show enough of you, far too loose and baggy.  Their replacements all fit precisely, right to the bottom of your bum and just enough cover to hide your paradise. The upward arch on the sides allows the look from the top of your leg into the hips, most alluring if used right.  This is a weapon ladies, your best one, you need to look your best in it and these shirts do it.  Once your active agents, you can request a variety of colours, but I prefer the basic white, but again, that’s up to you.  But to your question of feeling vulnerable, I take it you mean sexually, because when I was standing in your place many years ago, that’s what I thought, he can get me in a second,’ Tracey addressed the questioner.

‘Exactly,’ came the answer.

‘Only if you let him,’ was how it was explained to me.  Then my instructor elaborated.  ‘This outfit gets the target thinking with their other head,’ she said to smiles and a few giggles.  ‘And that is exactly what you want.  Once you have achieved that, you have them, their wrapped around your finger.  All they can think about is in, their sole focus allowing you to execute your plan and them if that is part or all of it.  This shirt and heels, if needed, is the art of distraction.  You lead them to a place, let them catch you and finish the assignment.  You don’t let them in, unless you want to.  This is power ladies,’ Tracey said, running her hands down her shirt.  ‘Power gives you control, something you always want.  We will work on that as we go along.  I hope that helps,’ she said to nods from all.  

‘Good now let's move on and start from the ground up.  Heels, I prefer them for a number of reasons.  As I said, I prefer basic white with the white shirt, but you can mix colours, some work very well with other shirts

‘As I said before, heels are your choice, you all have the legs for either action.  But I will add a few caveats and a few prejudices.  Don’t wear heels if it makes you taller than your target and if you are taller  than them without heels, let him have a look at you from across the room, then walk away toward a bed or a sofa.  This will accomplish several things.  One, your look and the tease, remember to create the seduction, get him thinking with that other head and once you stretch out, very important ladies, ways stretch your body, so as much, never curl up, you disappear and take away those valuable legs as a working asset.  Second, the shoe itself, you will notice these are all slip ons.  As an aside, how many of you have seen The Silencers, Nancy Kovacks scene?  Excellent, she wore a Slingback, a bad choice.  Now I realise it's just a movie, but in your case it will be real.  While you can fight in heels, it's easier not to and when things can devolve quickly you need to be ready, a Slingback does not come off with the snap of a leg as a pump does.  Also, the line up or down a leg is much better in a pump than a Slingback, the eye's glace is seamless from one to the other.  Now let’s go deeper on heels.’ she said, picking up her pair.

‘Inside the stem of this shoe,’ Tracey said, turning back the heel point, as she did a small tube with a needle silently emerged.  The instructor took it out and showed it.  ‘Whatever drug you want can be loaded in, all of it is stored in your makeup kits.  It can be used in a myriad of ways, let me demonstrate a few,’ she said, replacing the heel point, slipping on the shoe and walking over to a trainee.  

‘I think I may have not released all the buttons I should have on you.  Let me fix that.  There, that’s much better,’ Tracey said in a soft voice, her hands resting on the buttons before snaking up and around the trainees neck.  ‘Well, aren’t you going to thank me trainee,’ she added, pulling the woman’s lips to hers.  ‘You call that a thank you, I think you can do better than that,’ Tracey added and the trainee replied.  A bent leg, a subtle hand drop, a turn and the needle was pressed against the skin of the trainee breaking the kiss as the trainee jumped back.  

‘That is one reason for wearing heels,’ she smiled at them.  ‘You kiss wonderfully my dear,’ she added, then moved to another, the Curve trainee.  ‘In that shirt or not, you are one complete package, a powerhouse, those thighs are taut, ready to unleash their fury,’ Tracey said as she ran her hands about them, before slipping behind her, arms enfolding her waist to an audible sigh.  ‘These guns of yours, so firm, what a weapon,’ Tracey breathed hotly on the back of her neck as her hands caressed the Curve’s breasts.  ‘I bet you could smother an enemy agent with them.  You have a monument of a body,’ she added as light kisses found the back of the woman’s neck while her arms swept up her sides.  That was too much for the trainee, she turned her head to kiss her instructor.  

‘Oh no my dear, you need to remain still, unless you really want to feel me.  The art of seduction or distraction.  While you were otherwise engaged my body was very active about yours,’ she whispered hotly in her ear, she in heaven until she heard the click of heels.  

The other trainees came together in a semi circle as they watched their instructor wrapped about the Curve trainee, her ankles crossed over themselves, one heel point locked behind the other.  

‘Come on Marcie use your body,’ the trainees encouraged.  

‘Yes Marcie, please do, if you dare.’ Tracey whispered in her ear.

The trainees were treated to Marcie using her incredible body to its as yet full potential as she swayed and snapped, using her power and suppleness in an effort to dislodge Tracey who only tightened with each movement until Marcie lost her balance and the two flopped to the floor.  Marcie lasted several more minutes before Tracey kissed her cheek and released.  

‘Heels give you leverage and added strength, excellent when you want to kill with your body,’ she explained as they took their places again.  ‘Now for my other shoe.  In this one,’ said explained, turning the point back and turning around from them.  ‘Is a dart, deadly or just a toxin is up to you, you can have the other shoe with the other variation if you wish,’ she said, touching a button on the sole of the shoe next to the top of the heel.  A dart embedded in the chair she was sitting in when they came in instantly.  ‘Good for you to thirty feet,’ she smiled, slipping it back on.  ‘Of course there are all kinds of variations as to what you can have, for instance, in the toe point of this one,’ she explained, pushing down hard with one leg, is a double sided knife blade.’  The girls watched it pop out.  ‘And in my other, an ejected needle, for a more close up in my arms delivery.  He may be expecting one thing, but not the other.  There are of course many variations, may I borrow your shoes,’ she said to a trainee.  ‘Now, open the points and put them together for a few seconds then slowly pull them apart.’

The trainee did so, watching in amazement as a white filament emerged from the points attached to each point.  

‘Your own nunchucks,’ she smiled.  ‘You’ll learn how to use them in class.  ‘But, they also make an excellent strangulation wire.  There are however two other variants, my personal favourite is constriction.  Should the assignment be a capture only, you simply start at one point and finish at the same, pulling the wire out as you go and wrapping it about the target.  To make things easier and quicker, I would recommend paralysing them first in a standing position.  You simply weave the wire up and then down in a crisscross pattern around then tightly, then slip the heel into the other locking the bind in place.  If however you want something more exotic, use the same procedure only substitute the wire for a heat activated constriction one.  Any questions on anything so far?’ she concluded.

‘Yes,’ a stunning redhead trainee said.  ‘Wouldn’t sheer gauze covering yield the same result as this?’

‘Excellent question, the answer can be yes, but there is a consideration to make,’ Tracey said as she walked over and put her arms around the redhead, her wrists locked behind her neck.  ‘Suppose your target is not exactly prince charming or heavy on the looks department or simply not who you expected to seduce, maybe it's just a minion from their organisation because your covers been exposed, not fault of your own of course,’ she added with a smile.  ‘You still want to seduce, but not get too close if you follow me.  A shirt allows you to get him, then do this, all with a seductive smile,’ she explained as her knee came up between the redhead's legs, gently making contact with her mound.  ‘From there as he doubles over in pain you can use your knee to deliver a second blow and so on.  I usually find the second strike knocks them cold.  From that point you can decide how to eliminate them.  With a gauze negligee you can run the risk and it has happened that one foot holds the material down, thus the knee never reaches its mark.  If that happens you better have an alternate plan and fast.  With the shirt, it's never an issue.  But hold onto the gauze negligee idea, you may be surprised what an incredible weapon it can be as well, but again, that is another class.  

‘Now moving on we come to the shirt.  We’ve covered the cut and fit but two things remain.  Collar is always down and some buttons are always left undone.  In the case of you my dear,’ Tracey said, coming to the Curve trainee.  ‘One more distraction for him,’ she added, undoing another button.  She checked and adjusted the others then asked if they were feeling more confident about themselves now.  She smiled at the yeses.

‘Now for basic but not necessarily mandatory weaponry.  Hold out your hands, so I can inspect.  Almond and Mountain Peak, excellent choices for scratching and cutting, but we’ll deal with the scratching aspect for this discussion.  As stated, this outfit gets him into your arms, those arms holding him close around the neck, it's an easy finish, I’ve done it many times, both right away and delayed.  You go to all this effort, you want a reward of sorts,’ she smiled.  The male is so focused and thinking with the wrong head, about getting into you they never notice.  I prefer to deliver mine mid kiss, but that’s up to you.  Now for your lips.  Don’t get too dependent on the wide array of lipsticks we have ladies.  There is such a thing as too much of a good thing or more importantly, going to the well once too often.  You can use one trick to set up another,’ she said to confused looks.

‘I see I need to explain, just let me get this box and we can start.  For those of you that don’t have thick and curly hair you’ll need one of these,’ she said.  ‘And for those of you that do, you can also use them, just not for today's class.’

 

‘Excellent job ladies now we can add the weapons.  Of course, the comb is a weapon by itself.  The tines are razor sharp and tipped in a poison or toxin of your choice, just don’t insert them too far into your hair.  On some of the more elaborate ones, a button on one end silently can eject a knife blade or a needle.  Now as for the hair, let's try these beauties.  

'Take one of your choice that you think will work and pass along the box.  Excellent, now take this mirror and conceal it in your hair just like Barbara did in The Silencers with her knife.  Now all of these are intimate kills, by that I mean delivered with a kiss.  His eyes will be closed and his senses occupied by your lips, tongue and pressing body.  Slip the knife in at the base of the skull.  Yes, it's messy, but it works.  The lipstick case knife is the easiest to conceal, however you can also conceal a garrote wire as well as several hairpins, both poisonous or not, those don’t have to be concealed.  You all did an excellent job at concealment,’ she said after inspecting each trainee.

‘Now a final thing, the comb and the brush.  Teasing your hair in front of a male target seems to trigger something inside them, something akin to applying lipstick while the watch.  They will be drawn to you, it's very easy to let them sweep you up in their arms so long as you hold onto the brush or comb.  The its a simple end as again there brain is somewhere else and didn’t even register you kept it in your hand.  I will add, at least give them the pleasure of a goodbye kiss before you eliminate them.’

‘I want to thank you for being such an attentive group.  Depending on my schedule and mission assignments I may see you again for other classes on various topics.  I always close by asking if there are any topics you would like us to cover.  T can be anything, clothes, cosmetics, accessories, let your mind wander.  Don’t be afraid to speak up or you can email me if you like.’

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