Training Days

This is the start of a story suggested by RPGamer.  I hope it is something

like what they had in mind.  If not please let me know,

Cheers, Steve

Taylor Haddon sprung out of her chair the minute the door to the boardroom opened,so much so she wobbled on her heels, a mistake so hoped went unnoticed.  She watched the three of them stream in, all different yet sharing the same purpose.  The older woman, slim with blonde shoulder length hair with a tease of curl and style tied into a casual bun, perfect make up.  A white dress that showed off her figure and cut perfectly for her legs just as the knee that perfectly but not showingly, led the eye to her small firm behind and her toned legs that Taylor noted were bare, all finished off perfectly with open toed shoes and the perfect heel.

Following her was a woman who Taylor did not know, but who she couldn't take her eyes off.  Not as old as the first.  She was a fuller figure, mesmerisingly so.  Unlike the woman before her there was nothing subtle about her.  This was raw feminine sexual power on display by a woman who knew every card to play.  From the perfect pearl accessories and make up to lips and lipstick that screamed to be kissed, to the manicured nails just that was a vision.  But, it was the clothes, the green silk halter blouse with the daring front to the tight skirt cut above the knee that more than showed what Taylor thought and she was sure others did, was the best set of legs she had ever seen all finished off white classic white pumps.

The final woman made Taylor the most nervous.  She carried herself differently from the others and there was an aura to her outside of her looks and style.  Taylor had of course met her a few times, once at her first orientation, then at an assessment with a few of her instructors.  Always pleasant and encouraging she nonetheless made Taylor and other first years nervous.

‘They do this all the time,’ the woman said, putting down her clutch on the table then walking over to Taylor.  ‘How are you Taylor?’ she smiled warmly, then embraced her adding a faux kiss which was her habit with all agents.

‘Excellent Miss Baxter,’ Taylor said with a very slight nervous tremor in her voice that she knew would not go unnoticed, especially by the Head of FORCE.

‘No need to be nervous,’ Claire smiled warmly, calming Taylor.  ‘This is Tina Samuels, Head of Business Ops and the one who came up with this contest,’ Claire said, indicating the older stunning blonde woman.  They shook hands.  ‘And this is my mentor, Sharon Sharpe.’

This was a name Taylor knew, she’d read mission reports, sexy erotic tales and endless impossible escapades, the nervousness instantly returned as Sharon offered her hand.

‘See it's not just me!’ Claire smiled, reading Taylor’s face.  ‘Believe me if you knew some of Tina’s tales you’d be a puddle on the floor by now,’ she added with a laugh walking back to her seat at the table.

‘Now I read your report on how you won the contest,’ Claire said while she held up Taylor’s report in one hand looking at her then tossed it away across the table to no one.  ‘That tells me nothing about the agent we’re training, I want to hear it directly from you, in your words, not some polished document you spent hours fixing so it sounds just right.  So, and I know this is a big ask, but relax, tell your story, there’s no judgement here.’

***

‘Can you believe this!’ Jennifer Walsh, a stunning light brunette said as she typed away on her laptop in the class as the contest was explained.  Taylor noticed a lot of the other first year girls in her class were really as excited as Jenn was.

‘Crap, what the hell!’ filled her ears as she glanced at Jen’s fingers trying everything with the keys on her computer.  ‘What a time to freeze up,’ she added as Taylor casually passed her a pen and notepad from her supply then slid the laptop to her to work on it.

‘Take good notes, I can copy them later while I get this thing back up,’ Taylor said calmly.

Taylor worked away while Jen took notes until finally just as the class ended she had the computer back up and running.

‘What did I tell you before and the time before that about running too many things in the background and fooling around with file extensions?’ Taylor said, sliding the laptop back.  Did you bring your autotron for copying?

‘You know the answer to that,’Jen smiled.

‘Never mind.  Chelsea, can I use your autotron to make a copy of Jen’s notes?  I was busy fixing her laptop again,’ Taylor said, calling out to another trainee who motioned to the door to meet her at the copy centre in the library.

‘No that you won’t make it here, but in the unlikely event that ever happens you do have a career as a computer tech in the bag,’ Chelsea said as they walked into the copy centre, handing her thumb drive to Taylor so she could activate the machine.  ‘I read several old mission and history reports last night,’ Taylor mentioned as the machine activated.  I finally figured out how to search the database better.  One was Claire’s first training mission with, no, I’m not going to tell you.’

‘I’m letting you use my stick, a clear violation of the rules, so spill,’ Chelsea mocked.

‘Blackmail, excellent,’ Taylor smiled, then added.  ‘Sharon Sharpe.  You have to read this along with the others I found, they're insane.’

‘The database search is crap, everyone knows that.  Even the third years don’t bother anymore.

‘None of them have a Masters in Computational and Data Science,’ Taylor smiled.  ‘I created an overlaid AI search engine and yes it's untraceable,’ Taylor smiled as she picked her papers off the tray and handed back the autotron.  ‘Thanks, I owe you.’

‘What do you think of this contest, personally I can’t wait to use what I’ve been taught on these first year male agents,’ Chelsea smiled with a hungry look on her face.

‘You do understand they’ve been taught to counter those talents,’ Taylor retorted with a questioning look on her face.

‘Come on girl!  I don’t care how much training they got.  Once they see a female in a sexy dress, a cross of her legs, a touch of her hand, they start thinking with the wrong head and from there it's just feminine wiles.  You need to pay more attention in class.  All a woman has to do is find the key to unlock him,’ she mused.

‘Maybe I can help you with that?’ Taylor offered, snapping Chelsea out of her pleasant daydream of seduction.

‘Why would you do that, you're in this contest as well you know.’

‘There's levels of competition and this contest is going to levels I can’t compete on.  Do you really think you’re the only one thinking the way you just were.  Jen’s already back at her room looking at outfits.  This is something FORCE is using to slot us into future roles.  I know where I want to be, an agent, but I’m not deluded enough to think I can compete with certain other trainees who for the sake of modesty I will refrain from mentioning in their presence.’

Chelsea smiled at the compliment.  ‘Don’t sell yourself short,’ she said.

‘Not about to, never any complaints from the males I’ve had relationships with, but here is another matter.  But that doesn’t mean I can’t help a friend.  Part of this world in knowing who you can trust and you remember Miss Baxter’s words to us.  We train you, but you build your relationships here, they will come in useful,’ Taylor explained.

‘I will drop by later with the program.  I would suggest using keyword searches like seduction methods, clothes, posture, things like that to mine the data of all those missions and papers.  After all, we’re not inventing anything new, just applying what’s already worked.  I’ve got to go and give these back to Jen, see you later.’

***

‘I told Chelsea you’d be doing this,’ Taylor laughed as she entered Jen’s dorm room after acknowledgement.

‘What of it?  We’re always told to look our best, a little extra effort could pay huge dividends and I don’t just mean finding the right man with the correct counter sign for your sign.  This is clearly one of those contests where I wouldn’t mind being wrong a few times, if you understand me,’ Jen smiled.

‘Here’s your notes back.  Thanks for taking them, very detailed.’

Thanks again for the computer,’ Jen said as Taylor walked the notes over to her desk,  a secret smile forming on her face then disappearing as she turned about.

‘Which one? Jen asked, holding up to choices.

‘Remember what Gina Perini told us, built from the shoes out.  Those peach pumps, you always pop in those, they’ll stand out over the others,’ Taylor smiled.  ‘I’ll leave you to it.’

***

‘This takes me back to 6th or 7th grade after school dances, girls on one side of the gym, boys on the other,’ Taylor said out the side of her mouth to Marcella Supella or Marcie as she called her.  

‘That was never really a problem for me,’ Marcie answered.

‘Stop that talk, that was before.  That one three from the end right, don’t look, he’s been eyeing you.  Seems he likes what he sees and when he watches you in action, he’ll like you even more.  Just if you are paired with against, don’t hurt him too much, it could inhibit his performance if you follow,’ Taylor added.

‘Some of those guys look pretty big, not to mention strong.  I don’t think hurting them is top of mind right now,’ Marcie said as she caught the guy Taylor mentioned out of the corner of her eye like she’d been taught, without him knowing it.

‘You're not going to overpower whoever at first, like you usually do against us.  A Plus only goes so far, but a woman goes farther.  Remember your training, use suppleness and sexy in your fighting style.  Besides half those guys already have erections under those baggy shorts. Once you get closer they’ll stop thinking with one head and use the other, that’s when you strike.  Just watch and learn from certain successes and failures from both sides.’

The duo watched the action unfold.  The women did well, held their own and then some.  It was very clear from this first encounter then fighting styles varied greatly.  The women had been taught female centric martial arts, blending yoga, erotic motions and sinuous flexibility  that masked deadly intent whereas the men had been taught more straight forward styles.  

Finally Taylor’s name was called as was her male opponent, Haddon, a sandy blonde, a slim but well toned individual who had about 4 inches of height on her.  ‘I could have done worse,’ she mused, coming onto the large mat.

After the perfunctory bow he as she expected came straight at her.

‘Apparently he wasn’t watching the others before us,’ she thought, taking a few small steps back as he advanced.  Taylor let her knees weaken falling away onto her back just as he lunged.  A shapely leg came up, a foot nicely placed into his hard stomach and over he went landing hard on his back, she coming over the top landing on his stomach straddling him.  ‘This is the point where you’d die Trainee Haddon,’ I said, with a motion of my straight stiff hand stopping just as his Adam’s Apple.  ‘But not today,’ I smile.  ‘Besides, there are many pleasanter ways to expire,’ she added, then spun about wrapping her slim sexy legs around his neck.  Taylor let them slip a little allowing him to feel their paradoxical softness firm and soft touches, then a gentle squeeze before she leaned over top, her face inverted to his and gave him a soft  kiss.  ‘Perhaps tomorrow, if you’re up to it,’smiled looking down his torso then back at him.  She released him, spun about gracefully coming to her feet and walked back toward the female trainees who were all smiles and high fives.

‘He’s still in play,’she said to Marcie.

They had to wait several more pairings before Marcie was called.

‘Wishes do come true,’Taylor smiled.  ‘Now make him want you more than he does already.  Remember thinking with the wrong head.  Steady, let him go out there first, besides you need to do your hair up.  Gives him less to grab and makes you look even more dynamite.’

Taylor did up Marcella’s hair, slowly.  ‘He’s loving this look, that bulge is if possible getting bigger and his breathing is increasing.  Get yourselves in a clinch, let him feel your firm curvy form, it's a weapon, then when he’s at that moment, in between thoughts on whether to fight or plunge inside you, do what you do best,’ she whispered in Marcie’s ear as she finished tying the hair bobbles in place.

For some reason all males, be they experienced agents or in this case trainees, make the same assumption about Plus agents, that they are slow and rely completely on power to succeed.  The trainee agent Marcie faced, Aaron was no different, even after he hit the floor several times, one from a shoulder toss and the second from having his legs swept out.  

‘Size and speed,’ she smiled at him.  ‘But some things I prefer to take at a slower pace, she whispered into his ear after her legs had entangled his legs in hers.  She then twisted them slightly, fell over, cupped his chin in the crook of her locked arms and bent hims as they lay on the mat, she in complete control.  ‘I find you yummy as well, my Harlequin,’ she added then released.

***

Taylor wasn’t sure you got the most out of the two groups' first meetings.  Clearly some sparring sessions produced sparks, some positive others not.  Ego’s being brought back to earth, confidences getting a reality check and here and there genuine connections.  She was sure the class work, role play scenarios would further complicate matters in terms of the contest, but just personal interactions, whatever role those took on would be the real catalysts to seeing who won this contest and how they achieved it.