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Rape Camp, Camp Pussy, Poontang Platoon, Tittie Training, Snatch Squad

Sergeant Nathaniel Kruger thought about these terms and his new assignment, he was to be part of the new training camp for the Army's latest squad. An all female platoon to undertake clandestine combat missions deep inside enemy territory, missions will include, assassinations, kidnapping, demolitions, intelligence gathering. They will be expected at times to use their feminine wiles to seduce persons of interest to lure them into kidnap situations or to seduce them into opening up about their own military operations.

Having joined the army at 18, and a veteran in 3 campaigns, this was still the most different thing he had ever done in his 26 year old life, he wondered how the women would respond to the training and how he himself would feel about it all.

The platoon officially known as The Women's Ancillary Services Platoon or WASP for short was to undergo specialized training, Nathaniel flicked through the manual as he sipped his espresso.

320 women have applied to join the unit, many feeling proud of the idea to join an all female unit, one with a Special Forces tag no less. 320 women will be competing for 50 positions, the women were kept in the dark to the full nature of the training, however just like with anything, they could leave at anytime they wanted.

Nathaniel closed the manual as the cute red head waitress approached his table, he was cautious of who saw it after receiving a few odd looks on the train, headings such as "Week One - Sexualization Training" was bound to have that effect.

Being 6ft 3 tall, blonde short cropped hair and built like a tank, with an army issued chiseled jawline had it's advantages, no one dared confront him about what they had unwittingly seen.

He smiled at the waitress and got her number, he was heading out in a couple of weeks and thought she might come in handy.

He rang the newly appointed Colonel Louise Sanders, yes Colonel Sanders, he was still grinning at that, but then what was she to do, remain at Major level to avoid the obvious jokes?

Louise was the head of the camp, she had designed the training package and would build the platoon. She felt some conflict with the idea of an all female unit having to use their sexuality to carry out missions, it went against her idea of Feminism, but then this was the Army and when you are promoted to carry out a mission you do so. With 30 years in Psy Ops she was considered perfect to train the new WASP unit.

Louise had just finished her run and was about to have a shower when her phone rang. She saw the caller ID, it was Nathaniel, she liked Nathaniel, he was handsome, polite, soft spoken, refined yet tough and strong, he seemed to incorporate the many moods of a woman.

He was also younger, Louise was approaching her 50th birthday and found she had acquired a taste for younger men, as if she were some kind of vampire who could suck the youth from them and make it her own.

"Hello Nathaniel, how are you" she tried to sound happy, carefree, as if she might attract him somehow.

"Yes, the camp is being set up nicely, we will be ready for the recruits when they arrive in a couple of weeks, and you? You will be here on time I hope?" she outranked him and yet she still spoke to him as an equal, she didn't want to come across as some kill joy all work all the time type, although she was just that very thing.

They chatted and ended the call.

Nathaniel looked the waitress over some more and finished his espresso.
 
Sitting alone in her window seat as the countryside clattered by outside, Jen looked over her orders one more time, still finding it hard to believe, Special Forces, her. The experience of seeing the tears in her dad's eyes when she'd enlisted right out of college had been amazing enough, but when she called him on the phone just this lasts week with her latest news, barely a month and a half out of basic still and already his little Jennifer getting to train and tryout for a special unit, no words had ever sounded more special to her than his weakly croaked, "Semper Fi." It was only too bad Mom wasn't around for this, but she would have just worried herself sick. "My daughter with the perfect cheekbones, could have married a doctor or a lawyer or been a model herself, and instead she's running around playing soldier with her fancy college degree?" No, this was better.

And no, Jen could not have been a model. Sure, maybe her mom was right in that all the track and exercise gave her the slender figure for modeling, all her curves somehow happily in all the right places, and if she had ever bothered sitting with her mom to absorb her wisdom, all the ins and outs of which makeup and blush to apply and where and how, then Jen's cheekbones and pert little nose might have looked good on camera. But she knew she was too short at only 5'5" for the cat walk. But more importantly, she had real goals in her life, bigger ambitions than selling her face or body to the camera to help move product. She was going to make her dad proud, live up to the stories of his bravery in the Marines, before he got wounded.

Jen felt the train slowing but was in no hurry to get up. She was the only one in her compartment. Instead she sat and double checked the dispatch slip attached to her orders, reading it over one more time to make sure there was no mistake like her dad always taught her. "Jen, check and double check everything. It's the little things that get you killed." Or wounded, he didn't have to say. Solid advice that had gotten her through college on the dean's list, earned her solid marks in Basic and what she'd thought at the time was a plum assignment, and now this.

She read the slip to herself. "PFC Jennifer M. Geller. Report to central train station at 0900 hours. Friday the 12th. Meet Army Private Luann Beckett (555-1212) for travel upstate on the 21b line. Disembark Kramer Station. Meet Sergeant Kruger who will drive you both to the base. You are allotted one small bag of personal effect for WASP training. No exceptions." The last little bit had almost tripped her up until she had the sense to dump her purse into the backpack and compress the whole thing that much more. No exceptions. It was the little things.

Of course, as only Jen knew at this point, Private Beckett was already out before Women's Ancillary Services Platoon even began. Luann had called her while Jen was already standing at the train ready to board. Too bad about her mom. Jen had wished her a speedy recovery and Luann wished her good luck on making the platoon, and that was it. Jen was starting this adventure on her own. It was just as well. With over 300 candidates and only 50 or fewer slots from what her CO had told her, it could well be cutthroat. Better not to get too friendly with someone on the first day who might just turn around and stab her in the back or make her life miserable on the second.

So it was that Jen jumped down from the train with just the khakis she was wearing and the boots on her feet, the elastic band holding her brunette hair back in her usual pony tail, and the battered old backpack she'd had since Freshman year at University. She chuckled to think what everyone back there would think if they knew where she was headed now. They'd howled as if it was a personal betrayal when she told them she was joining the Marines, somehow inconceivable to them a college grad would "waste" an education on something so pointless, so stupid. And even worse, she was a girl. To them she was the crazy one for not taking a grad school offer or interning on Wall Street.

But she was resolved to live a life of meaning, to make her choices count for something bigger than herself, like her dad did. The pride she heard in his quavering voice as he struggled to speak just those two simple words, Semper Fi, it told her she'd done the right thing, and she'd promised him she wouldn't let him down.

She walked the length of the track beside the station, eyes peeled for Sergeant whatever his name was. The orders were packed away again so she didn't bother taking them out to check, not yet at least. Then she thought better of it. Always check. She sat down and pulled them out one more time to be sure: Kruger, that was it.

A nice looking guy in a suit sat next to her on the bench, checking her out with that familiar body language, the slow look. Jen did not have time for this right now and just gave him a full on glare. She wasn't sure what it was about her, maybe the petite figure and the heavy boots? Or just Mom's favorite cheekbones. Who knew? But she'd gotten more than enough practice working on her glare over the years, trying to keep her time for study and track free as the guys buzzed around her. Occasionally a little fun, a date or two, but that was all she had time for.

And this was the reward. She got up and saw a spindly guy in uniform by the vending machines scrounging his pockets for change to buy some smokes. She walked up and offered her hand. "Sergeant Kruger? Pleased to meet you."

The guy looked at her, puzzled just for a moment and then shook his head. "Nope, name's Weiss, but I'd change it for you in a heartbeat if it would make any difference."

She apologized, walking back to the restaurant at the side of the station. At worst, she'd call the base and check what was going on. The bell rang as she opened the door and took a seat. The waitress didn't come and Jen got impatient, then looked around. Of course. Flirting with a handsome guy, huge blonde dude. Annoyed as she was, Jen couldn't blame her. As the waitress turned, finally spotting Jen, Jen finally got a full look at the huge guy behind her. Uniform. Couldn't be. Could it? He didn't look like any motor pool Sergeant she'd ever seen.

Jen wave the waitress off, making the girl just frown and shrug. Approaching the table, cleared her throat. "Sergeant Kruger? Is this seat taken?" She waited a beat, then offered her hand when he seemed to recognize his own name. "Geller, Private Geller. WASP? You're supposed to drive me -- us, I mean -- to the base. Only Private Beckett isn't going to make it. Family emergency." Jen sniffed. "How's the coffee here? Worth having a cup? Or do you want to hit the road right away." She set her pack on the other seat and sat down, waiting for some kind of signal from the guy. This was it, first moments of her new training, her chance. Even if he was just a driver, make every chance count, right?
 
Nathaniel diverted his gaze from the cute waitress, he looked at the woman who was politely trying to gain his attention by clearing her throat. She looked nervous, like someone who knew they had to talk to him but wasn't what the reception was going to be like. Like someone who she had to get along with and make a good first impression on. She was one of the soldiers he was to drive to WASP training, he was wondering what these women would look like, what they would be like.

He figured given that these women would need to use their sexual wiles they would unlikely be the rough Army dyke types, but how would the Army refuse those types of women without causing a Politically Correct shit storm? It wasn't really his problem but he had a tendency to think about stuff like that, think about things from all angles. He did the same in Afghanistan, he thought about what was going through the enemy's head just before he shot them, what they thought about the war they were involved in and what it must be like to live in a country that has been at war for decades.

He wasn't in the mood to play tough Sergeant, she wasn't yet aware that there was a delay and they would be staying in this town together for a while, it was part of the training, to make them get to know each other, for her to feel familiar with him, this was to make her training harder. Not all the recruits would be treated in this manner PFC Geller and Beckett were assigned special status due to their college educations and backgrounds, Col Sanders wanted to study how it would effect the women, to be treated at times quite badly by someone they had come to be familiar with.

Of course another part of that was Beckett and Geller were to have been buddies and act as a mutual support team for each other, now Geller was alone and would have to make friends on camp.

"Have a seat Geller" he said to her, pushing a chair out with his foot.

"I'm afraid there has been a delay, we will be staying in town a while before heading off but you will have a room. I know about Beckett, it's a shame, they are trying to organize a replacement girl. But we'll see how that goes, you know the Army." he waved the waitress over again and ordered Beckett a coffee.

"So, what made you want to sign up for WASP" he asked wanting to break the ice.
 
Jen smiled and nodded her thanks and took a seat. It was nice that a little informality was ok in this setting, not so official yet, but she was wary of taking it too far. "Yeah, the Army, don't we all know it if not actually love it. Somebody forgot to double check something for sure." Dad would be pissed, the 'fucking bureaucrats' as he used to put it back when he was still able to string that many syllables together. "And now we're the ones stuck here riding it out. At least you've got approval for a hotel. I'd have been in big trouble otherwise: I didn't bring a tent with me." She grinned and patted her backpack, suddenly conscious of how college-girl it looked, not military. "Program regulations, just one little bag you know."

She accepted the coffee, inhaling the strong aroma. It was cheap but good, and quite hot. Normally she would have thanked the waitress, but the girl only had eyes for Sergeant Kruger, as if Jen had disappeared from the planet the moment her cup hit the table. Oh well. She sipped the coffee and watched the light flirting.

When the waitress finally ran out of excuses to stay at the table -- definitely no need to see the menu again or hear the daily specials -- Jen leaned across the table a little closer to the Sergeant. "OK Sergeant, now that she's out of earshot I'll tell you why I joined the program. Since you seem to know about it already hopefully I'm not breaching any obscure protocol with you here. Don't want you to have to hang me for treason on my first day in WASP." Assuming this even counted as a first day now. How to tell it?

"My dad is getting older, you know? They tend to do that. But mine is kind of slowly deteriorating, his mind slowly sort of checking out. He's only in his 50's, he shouldn't be like this at his age, but you can only fight reality so hard, it is what it is. Something about shrapnel from Nicaragua." She reached into her pack and fished around for a moment, then came up with a tiny pouch, opened it and spilled the contents out onto the table top between them with a metallic clattering. "This one is his Purple Heart. This one is a Medal of Bravery." She looked at them like she always did, her eyes glittering a little with silent emotion, only continuing when she was sure her voice would work again. "If it was up to me, I'd trade them both away in a heartbeat to have him healthy again, not suffering like he did to earn them. But you know what? He wouldn't trade them for anything, not even now. That's how he raised me. So yeah, I went to college and I've got that in my back pocket in case this doesn't pan out, but I've known since I was 10 what I wanted to do with my life. Make him proud."

She slowly and carefully wrapped the medals up again and put them away. "There aren't many options for a girl like me in this army to get any kind of special forces run. I never really even expected it myself. Other than a lot of endurance and speed and stuff like that from running track so long, I never really thought I had the special forces... um... physique shall we say? But my CO told me this was the real deal, new and hard to get, a chance to get in on the ground floor. And I didn't exactly 'sign up' either, never heard of it before as a matter of fact. They found me. But I couldn't say no. It's not the kind of opportunity many 23 year olds get right out of Basic, much less girls who never realistically expected more than a comfortable office somewhere in Intelligence or Logistics. I'd be a fool to pass it up. It's everything I've dreamed of my whole life."

Jen stared into her cup for a minute and then looked up. "Is it ok to ask you a question or two Sergeant? Since you seem to know about the program already? First of all, do all the motor pool guys and everybody else on the base know about the program? Or is it a big secret most of the time? I got a real clear hush-hush vibe, and other than Luann briefly and my CO, you're the first person I've been free to talk to about it. And the other thing. Even when it was me and Beckett together it seemed a little weird to me that they were sending a Sergeant to pick us up. Couldn't they have just sent a bus or something? Or one of the real losers from the garage? I mean, you must be going out of your mind having to babysit a Private like me, especially now that it might be for... whatever number of days. You must have better things to do than this."

She was full of questions, but didn't want to push her luck, not right away at least.
 
Nathaniel sat back and listened to her speak about her father and how she wanted to make him feel proud and how he was going downhill mentally speaking.

He wondered if this was what her dad would really want, if he would really want her daughter to be basically trained to be a whore of sorts, to use her sexuality as a weapon just as she would use her rifle in the same way.

He figured if he as a man could use his strength, aggression and focus to fight a war then was that really much different to a woman using her sex appeal? He thought maybe men were exploited just as much in life and by their governments especially in war, so was it any different to exploit a woman? He wrestled with these thoughts as she rambled on, he was only half listening, picking out on certain words, nodding at intervals.

It was time to talk a little, he was allowed to speak to her, in fact they wanted her to ask questions, to get some sense of it all, she would also have briefs with Col. Sanders at certain times, to talk about the training. She was behaving exactly as planned.

He looked at her as she finished speaking.

"Well, this will be different, I won't lie to you, you will find it challenging and of course at any time you can quit, I think you know that the missions will at times involve being deep in enemy territory and even undercover." he looked at her letting it sink in.

"Everyone at the base knows what it is about, you will be free to spend your days off with each, even the male soldiers there and chat and see movies blah blah blah. I volunteered to pick you up PFC, my mother doesn't live far from here and I thought it would earn me some easy points with the Colonel." he girnned and winked at her.

"Any other questions, I will answer what I can" he added.
 
"Quit?" Jen looked at the big Sergeant with incredulity. "If you think just because I'm small my heart isn't every bit as big as yours or any other guy, well, just watch me. Gellers don't quit." She'd heard it so many times, at least until Dad's recent bad years, that it was like it was permanently etched in her head. "Gellers don't quit." She blinked and looked down, a little embarrassed at how hard she was breathing. "Sorry, I just, it gets a little tiring constantly getting pegged as the cute one, having to go the extra mile and a half even to show I can cut it. But whatever, I'm not here to complain. I'm here to make it, to serve this country however I can. Sure it's going to be challenging, why wouldn't it be? I don't back down. I just, just didn't want you thinking, you know, I was some weak girl who's going to quit the first time she can't find her nail polish." She held up her small hands, slender fingers extended to make her point. No polish.

As the Sergeant went on, though, Jen calmed down. He had even volunteered to pick her up? It was clear he didn't mean anything by the quitting remark, that maybe she was just a little sensitive about it after the months in basic and all the pushups and extra laps and sentry duty. But she made it then, and she was sure as hell going to make it now, when so much was on the line.

"Easy points, catch 'em while you can, I get it Sergeant. Sorry if I overreacted before. So then let's pretend the program has already started and we're just hanging out on an off day. You lived near here? Anything to do here? Other than taking me home to meet your mother already on our very first date?" Jen let that hang between them for a second and then winked at him laughing. She could kid around too. Although, if he asked...

Jen glanced around for the waitress as if to have her cup topped off, suddenly feeling a little awkward as her laugh trailed off. Then she put the cup down, not in the mood to give the flirty waitress another reason to come over... because she and the Sergeant couldn't talk about the classified program unless they were alone. Jen saw the waitress coming back then. "Hey, Sergeant, you must have a car here right? Why don't we bug out of here? Maybe I'll entertain you with some more questions while you drive, like which weapons we're going to learn first, or maybe you can surprise me and just take us somewhere interesting."
 
He listened to her some more as she chatted, it was obvious she liked him in a non professional capacity. He was used to women liking him, he was clean cut, straight talking and dependable, he found he could usually have any woman he wanted to.

"Well PFC, it is an all female unit so your size won't be an issue, you won't be competing against men who are bigger and stronger than you. As far as quitting well I know you will give it your best, but you know what sometimes we decide that something isn't for us and we just quit to avoid the whole banging your head against the wall effect, make sense? Futility is pointless" he said winking at her.

He looked at her unpolished fingernails and laughed a little in his head. She would be in for a rude shock when she is being taught how to apply make up and wear suspenders and stockings. There was a lot more to this course than running through the mud playing soldier.

He saw she needed a refill of coffee and without her knowing got the waitresses attention so she could have it refilled quicker.

He smiled as she made the joke about taking her home to meet his mother, he knew she was serious. "Sure we can do some stuff around here, what do you like, for fun I mean" he asked her as her coffee was getting refilled.
 
Jen listened to the big Sergeant explain how she wouldn't even be competing against bigger men, but still might want to quit. She furrowed her brow, not knowing what to do with the impossibility of her quitting just to avoid a challenge.

"Avoid banging my head against the wall? You're older than me so maybe you forgot, or maybe you were the golden boy in Basic and so you didn't go through what I did, but Basic to me felt like months of bang-your-head-against-the-wall training, like the army was little else but that. I think I can handle it." Jen kept the confident smile on her face even as he looked back at her kind of ruefully, like she was a kid who just didn't know any better. Let him try going through Basic fending off half advances from half the instructors, and jealous or petty retributions from the others. She'd just have to prove herself all over again here, that's how life worked. She hoped the Sergeant would be around long enough to be proven wrong.

The waitress came back and poured more coffee, annoying Jen who'd hoped they could have left before she had to endure more of the girl's stupid flirting. This time she didn't just sit back. "Excuse me, honey, the Sergeant and I were talking, a *real* conversation." The girl looked like she might accidentally spill the coffee somewhere it didn't belong and Jen glared at her, letting her know the cost would be a broken nose or worse. With a toss of her red hair the waitress stomped off, stealing a stupid look back at the Sergeant, that sort of "call me" look that made her look more like a whore than a waitress to Jen.

Jen ignored the way the Sergeant looked at her, not wanting to deal with it, not sure she understood it herself. She wasn't rude by nature, but from time to time, when pushed into a corner it came out. Where was the corner here, though? She had good sight lines at the table and the Sergeant watching her back. Didn't totally make sense. "So, where were we, right, what we could do."

She'd thought about it while the coffee was pouring and the flirtations flying. Jen glanced at the waitress back at the counter, saw her glaring right back at her. Whatever. Do your job girl.

"Do you know any nice off-road trails? We could go for a run. Admittedly, my pack is a little light, but I've got my boots." If he tried to keep up with her, maybe that would show him she wasn't kidding around here. "Or how about a shooting range? Some targets or those clay pigeons?" Second in her class. He'd see.

"There's just one problem though. Stupid army didn't bother telling *me* about this layover deal, so all I've got is this one bag of 'personal effects' without any change of clothes -- I assumed the army was providing the gear, you know. All I've got is my dad's medals and some personal stuff: hair brush, toothbrush, wallet and phone, like that. Not even all that chick shit you'd probably just laugh about, and, well, no clothes. If we're going to be here overnight or, well, how long did they say? Anyway, I'm gonna need something to wear tomorrow. Is there some sort of budget for that? And will I get in trouble then for carrying more than my one bag when we arrive? I suppose I could just buy a change of underwear and find a washing machine to spiff up my khakis and I could wear them again. Then I could just dump the extra undies before we went to the base, if that really mattered. What do you think the rule is on that? Of course I guess if we're supposed to be working on infiltrating and all, sometimes a washing machine or clothing store might not be around, so... but this isn't part of that training. Is it?" And all in all, she just didn't want to be looking or smelling like a deep-cover field operative around the Sergeant.
 
He could see that Jen was trying hard to impress him, talk of runs and 4 wheel driving, she was all Army all the time by the looks of it, she had bought into the lifestyle her father sold her and the recruiting ads had done the rest. The trouble was Nathaniel wasn't into lean fit women, he liked them curvy, soft, feminine, the idea of running with a woman as some kind of foreplay was, well, boring. He liked women like the waitress, the curls the femininity.

He listened as she called him a Golden Boy, saying that he probably had it easy in boot camp. He let it go through to the keeper, it didn't concern him what she thought and what she didn't think. He was in full dress uniform with the campaign ribbons on his breast, he didn't have to prove anything to a girl who couldn't stop to see he was a veteran.

She started talking about her kit, referring to her lack of feminine stuff as a badge of honour. She was starting to wear on him already. She was cute but he never liked the GI Joe types, the types who thought they were doing this for Mother & Country. It was all bullshit to him, he had seen combat and knew that the last thing you think about is your country as you are killing the enemy or under fire thinking you may die at any second.

He decided it was time to throw a curve ball, to get her thinking. He looked around the room, putting on a show as if he was going to say something worthy of National Security status.

"You shouldn't talk too soon about not quitting WASP training, it will be the most different type of training you ever do, how much do you even know about the WASP unit? I can tell you that it won't be all GI Joe throwing hand grenades at the enemy, charging machine gun fire crap, why do you think they want an all Female unit Jen? What purpose do think that would serve? Womens rights? They want a unit that can do things that men can't do, believe me Geller, lipstick, garter belts and stockings will be just as much your weaponry as a rifle and rocket launcher" he said to her.
 
Jen leaned in as the Sergeant seemed about to tell her something very important.

His point that WASP training would be different than anything she'd ever done almost pulled a duh from her lips before she bit that back. Of course it would be different. It was a special forces assignment. But he went on, and it seemed like he wanted to challenge her, making her spine stiffen and her body go just a little taut. Not all weapons training and road work? Well, sure, maybe so. She'd never been through special forces training before. It was probably, well, special, maybe not what someone would ordinarily expect.

She shrugged but the big Sergeant went on, focusing her attention on the fact it was all women. Another near duh as she looked back at him. As if WASP didn't start with a W. What purpose? Her mind was still on that question as he proposed a vague but surprising alternative to what she'd imagined.

"Well." She was silent for a few seconds, the ideas he'd raised still sinking in. She looked back at him then from under raised brows. Then she giggled. "Garters and lipstick? You're kidding right?" Her giggle trailed off as the Sergeant's face remained stony, looking back at her as if she just didn't get it. Jen slowly settled back against her seat, feeling deflated, not so eager to hear the Sergeant's sage revelations anymore. Another few awkward moment's of silent. "Ok, so, uh, women have a different... perspective... than men." She couldn't help falling into her mom's patterns on these subjects, raised on them like mother's milk. "A sense of compassion, conflict resolution, if the world were run by women..." That was where her dad always jumped in back when he still could, pointing out that it wasn't, and that shit still needed blowing up. Jen had always laughed, which annoyed her mom no end, but only for a few minutes until there was another batch of cookies to take out of the oven.

"Let's just say women can wield all the weapons, at least the ones we're strong enough for, but maybe we'll aim them differently, pull the trigger differently. But the garters and lipstick? My mom would love you." A slightly dorky guffaw snuck out of her that she quickly suppressed. Learn to wear lipstick, so beautiful Dear, the camera would love you. The memory was almost painful, especially now that she was gone. "I... uh..." He was just trying to see if he could upset her, that had to be it. Well it was working, even though he couldn't possibly know why.

Play along. Don't be the wimpy whiny girl. Part of the team. One of the guys. "I guess, like you say, there's stuff women can do that men can't. Like be pretty. Part of battle is distraction and misdirection, getting the edge on the enemy. Men wear camouflage, but I guess there might be times where... uh well..." She thought of the guys who got so distracted around her she practically had to slap them to get them to leave her alone so she could study, or do her pushups in peace.

Was that why she was here? Not for her endurance or speed, not for her marksmanship or college degree or her determination. For her cheekbones and shiny hair? A perfect hip to waist ratio, or whatever metric some army computer used to spit her out into this assignment? Jen stared down at her coffee, the taste suddenly too bitter for her, the topped off cup too scalding. He was just trying to get to her. It was working. Don't give in. Geller's don't quit. "So, well, uh you know Sergeant, I joined the Army to help however I can. If that was behind a desk in Logistics pushing papers, it would kind of suck in a soulless sort of way, but I'd do it. But if I can contribute in special forces, make a difference on the front line, or behind it, to help keep my unit, my buddies and my country safe, I'll wear stupid lipstick. Unless I'm on a nighttime sniper run, that would just give away my position and get me shot."

Jen shifted in her seat. "But if this is all about women and garter belts, Sergeant, why do you know so much? Are you going to be wearing stockings and lips stick too?" The ridiculous image of a cross-dressed Sergeant almost lightened her mood. "Maybe while we're buying me some undies, we can get you a little blush or eyeliner." Her eyes laughed even if her mouth didn't quite, not sure yet how the Sergeant would take such things.
 
Nathaniel watched as she tried to justify and wriggle with what he had just told her. She couldn't quite understand or accept just yet that it was an female unit because their sex appeal was going to be their best weapon, she hadn't seen Beckett, if she had seen her she would have observed that Beckett was also babe material, not one woman on this course and in the unit would be less than a 7 out of 10, once made up and put in the right frilly knickers they would all be 11's.

He smiled as she started trying to tell him that a woman would squeeze a trigger differently, that they would somehow kill differently, she was trying to argue anything except the fact that women can distract men with their bodies, they can make a King sign over his entire army and feel good about it at the same time.

He could see though that inside her mind, she was getting it, she just didn't really like it, years of feminism drummed into her, years of trying to compete with the boys and in the end she will learn how to win as a girl. That in the end she will learn to be a satin perfumed killer, one who fixes her hair in the mirror before leaving the room with a dead body in it. That was what all of this was about, he was starting to like her a little if for no other reason than she is fun to play with and observe.

She would eventually get it though, he would let her in a little at a time, bit by bit, but not too much at once. No, let her understand on her own, in her own time.

He smiled at her as she made the lipstick sniper comment, and started talking about why he as a man knows so much. She made the comment about him dressing in drag and he laughed, it was a funny thought, this was the first time she made him respond in a genuine manner.

"Well Geller, I am one of your trainers, we will be spending a lot of time together, here and on the course. So tell me how are we going to spend some of our time until the course starts, and please don't tell me about fucking cross country runs" he said to her while still checking out the red head.

"I know some places we can go, how are you for the fine art of pole dancing?" he smirked.

"I'm just kidding, we can see some movies, we can spend some time outdoors, looking at stuff. We'll have fun" he smiled at her, but not like the smile he was giving the waitress.
 
The Sergeant was one of her trainers? That made Jen's insides do a few conflicted flip flops as she thought about spending even more time with him. It could be worse, but she hoped their conversation wasn't setting her up for a tougher than usual time. Don't be stupid, Jen, she told herself, play it smart.

He was staring at her, waiting for an answer. Jen was still clearing thoughts of training under him from her head and it took her a second to even realize the question. What do do. And no "fucking cross country runs." She laughed at that and shook her head, her pony tail flipping a little, and for the first time in just about forever Jen kind of wished she kept her hair sexier, like the red-head that seemed to be having the simmering flirtation with the Sergeant. Jen stroked her hair with one hand while she watched him and thought about ideas more in line with what he was expressing. She didn't know how to evaluate whether the program was really about garter belts and lip stick, of if he was just speaking metaphorically, and she didn't want to make a fool of herself.

She let him interject a little more, hoping to get some clues how to play this. He joked about taking her pole dancing --presumably meaning she'd be doing the dancing -- and despite herself she found herself laughing at that too rather than telling him it was offensive as she usually might. Her training and place in the unit might depend on him. Pole dancing. So challenging him to an arm wrestling match was clearly not the kind of thing he was looking for, not that she had a chance in hell against him, not with those biceps. Her eyes lingered on his biceps, then caught him smiling and staring all googly-eyed at the red head when he must have thought Jen wasn't looking, as he was offering her other ideas like a movie or other trite first date material. If this was a test, it was clear to her that a movie was a failure of an answer.

His attention was on the red head, and Jen wanted it. But how to get it? "Sergeant, I don't know about later but maybe you could start by taking me somewhere I could by some fresh panties, something nice for the program -- think they have satin with a khaki print? -- and maybe a garter and stockings and some camouflage lipstick. A girl never knows when stuff like that could come in handy." She left it light, open for his interpretation, letting it sound like she was willing to match the mood he was setting, but easy enough to back off of like a silly joke, since he was just kidding himself. Why did they have to send one of her trainers to pick her up and spend all this time with her, now every conversation a potential candidacy killer for her. It was like making her walk through a mine field without a map and just in her bare feet -- no, in high heels, stockings and garters. She decided not to call her dad just yet, not until the blowing-shit-up part started.
 
He liked her pony tail flipping about, it reminded him that she was female, he smiled as a way of approving of this new behaviour, it made her more human and less like a robot, less like a soldier. Soldiers were ok of course, he was one, but he always had a hard time seeing women as hardened types, he just thought they were nicer soft, feminine, it wasn't a sexist thing it was just the way he liked women, they were an escape from the harshness of being male.

He heard her comments about buying stockings and garter belts and camo lipstick, she was trying to connect with him but trying to keep it light, as if it were some kind of joke, so she could back off, he had none this once as well, before he grew confident with women, before he realised how much they liked him. He decided to reciprocate he actually liked dressing women up, seeing them dress up for him whether it be fantasy costumes or satin and lace, short skirts and the like, he enjoyed the attention and that they were doing it for him.

So the PFC wanted to go panties shopping with him, he smirked, he thought it was cute and funny.

He would still bang the waitress of course, but the PFC was a longer investment and part of his assignment.

"Sure, we can go shopping, probably tomorrow though, tonight we will settle into our digs and I have a date" his eyes motioned towards the waitress once more.
 
Jen's eyes dipped to the table and then flashed back to him. The Sergeant had a date. She nodded her head. "Good for you," she intoned, still nodding, keeping her expression straight. "Good for you. Yeah. Tomorrow, that'll be great." Not knowing what else to do, she took a sip of her coffee and hated it. Too bitter now. Stupid waitress probably gave her the dregs.

The Sergeant kept looking at the waitress like he was hungry and wanted to order something not on the menu. What did he see in her? Sure she had pretty hair and long eyelashes she knew how to bat at him like some pretty doll. But her figure wasn't any nicer than Jen's. She just wore it differently, like showing it off in that skirt so tight in all the key places was somehow a virtue, her unbuttoned collar making promises the waitress would regret later, unless she really was that kind of a girl. She probably couldn't handle an M16 without blowing her own foot off -- or her trainer's, Jen thought, somewhat bitterly. Whatever.

Jen ran her hand through her hair, stroking her pony tail. Then she tugged on it, tightening it until it hurt her scalp. The Sergeant was barely paying any attention to her. Good, at least she wouldn't have to worry about having to pole dance for him. Her pony tail was too tight now and she pulled off the red hair band, brushing her hair out behind her with her fingers. Then instead of putting the hair band back in, she just slipped it on her wrist, so slender compared to the Sergeant's thick wrists, and wore it like a bracelet. Jen ran her fingers gently through her hair one more time as the Sergeant stared at the waitress like he was blinking his phone number to her in Morse Code.

"I just... you could do better Sergeant, if you ask my opinion. But any port in a storm. I get it." She'd been through basic. She'd heard her dad's bawdy tales about him and his buddy's adventures -- before he'd met Mom of course. She knew what these men were like. She knew they lived hard and had needs. But seriously. And look at her shoes. Jen shook her head. "A lot better. Can we go now?"
 
Nathaniel was paying attention to Jen though, he was enjoying turning her olive drab world upside down, he loved seeing her getting jealous over the waitress. He would put all this in his report, it was interesting stuff. The Colonel had given him a crash course in Psych especially female psychology, Nathaniel had always liked to think of women as innocents, to some degree anyway, maybe it just soothed him to believe that, the Colonel turned his world upside down, letting him in on all the games, games that made even the most sexist man look like a pussy cat in comparison.

She told him women tended to hate each other, regardless of whatever speeches they made about sisterhood, she him how unforgiving they could be, which he knew, he remembered how many women had remembered his wrong doings years after they had occurred, he was rather forgiving generally speaking.

"OK" he said to Jen.

"I will meet her later, lets go check out our digs" he said and they left, he gave the waitress a good tip and a wink, and drove himself and Jen to their hotel. They entered his room first he threw his bag down, "Well I guess your room is identical" he said to her.

He went to the mini bar and threw her a beer "the mini bar costs a fortune but Uncle Sam will pay" he said with a smirk.

He slumped on the bed and turning on the tv he started channel surfing, "I'm happy to stay here a while, what do you think? Have a seat" he said tapping the bed with his foot.

He started to tell her about his first deployment to Iraq, the first time he saw combat, what it's like to see a person have their head blown to pieces, to have friends you spoke to moments earlier die. About how alive you feel when someone is trying to kill you.

He told her about how he joined the Army to get an education, how he was the poor kid who made good and despite how crap it can be it can be rewarding. About how he was studying pyschology and hoped to practice one day when he left the army.

He smiled at her "OK, still want to go pantie shopping?" words he never thought he would never ask a soldier.
 
Jen saw the check hit the table and started to reach it but the Sergeant swept it up in his big mitt while she was still trying to remember which pocket of the backpack her pocketbook was in. Jen shrugged. Truth be told, he had been there longer and all she had was the coffee, which was horrible, so she let it go. Still, as she got up to follow him out, she couldn't help noticing he left an awfully big tip though, much bigger than she would have left.

Out in the lot he went straight for a fairly non-descript car, motor pool, clearly. He already had himself seated behind the wheel as she was stowing her bag in the trunk. It gave her only a second or two to peek around a bit. Just one overnight bag, nothing special. But he had known what was up before he came, either that or he was the boy scout type, always prepared with an emergency bag, just in case. Jen slammed the lid a little harder than she meant, sheepishly apologizing as she slipped into the passenger seat, but he didn't seem to care. Not his car.

It wasn't far to the hotel and they drove in near silence. Soon enough he'd handed over Uncle Sam's platinum card and set them up with identical adjoining rooms. The place was certainly not the Ritz, but it was nice. Clean. Well lit. Remote control worked, as the Sergeant was spending a good bit of time discovering.

Jen would have gone to settle into her own room, but he held both keys, and it didn't matter for the moment, since both rooms were identical and she only had the small backpack, not even a nightgown or anything to put away. Toothbrush on the sink and Mom and Dad's picture on the bedside with his medals arranged just so. Wouldn't take her more than a minute and she'd be ready for sleep, so she was in no rush to get into her own room. Jen checked out the closets, the view from the window, and the bathroom and tub, while she heard him flipping channels every 1.4 seconds, as if anyone could possibly make sense of a channel in that much time. But she didn't yell out for him to just pick a channel. She just came out and sat down next to him on the bed.

He turned off the TV and started talking.

Jen didn't say a word, as the Sergeant spoke for a good long time, maybe 20 minutes, maybe 40, she wasn't sure. Here in the quiet of the hotel room, just the two of them, the Sergeant really opening up, now that he was out of the cute waitress's orbit. He even seemed to be more than the slab of granite she'd taken him for at first. Well, he certainly was a slab of granite, but not in the head. He was actually somewhat well-rounded. Thoughtful.

He'd studied more than the anatomy of a rifle, and dreamt of more than Officer's Training. Jen found herself looking at him differently as he told her about coming out of a rough childhood, as if he was lucky even to have bootstraps to pull himself up with. And here he was, successful in the army, studying and building a life. She was reminded of her dad, and so many of his buddies, how the army could absolutely destroy the boy while building the man. But it seemed like more than that with the Sergeant, like there he had an internal drive beyond what the army instilled in him. His own man.

He had Jen hanging on his every word about what combat was like. Of course she'd never experienced it herself, not really. The simulations in Basic were hectic and chaotic, but they weren't the same thing. Living and dying and killing weren't on the table, just following orders and getting that stamp of approval from the instructor. The sergeant had been through the meat grinder and he'd come out steak. Jen took mental notes, paying unusual attention to the unspoken tells of what it had done to him and how he coped: the darkness in his eyes, the set of his jaw, how still he managed to keep his big hands when she would have assumed most people would be twisting their shirts up or twisting their fingers around each other with all the anxious memories. Jen herself felt her body taut with tension just from listening to him, every bit of her attention on him, and it took everything she had to keep herself still like he did, wanting to learn from this man who'd seen and been through so much. If she was going to make it in special forces, she was going to have to be more like him. Implacable, no matter what happened to her.

And then, like some switch just flipped in a single moment he went from a soft grim voice with a distant look to a warm smile, asking he if she still wanted to shop for panties. It took Jen a second to change gears, her breath still slow and deep, still in the desert of Iraq with his words. She blinked, seeing his eyes on her now. She smiled too and nodded, scarcely thinking it through, the idea of this big rough guy walking through the intimate apparel section with her, and the stir it might cause. "Sure, why not? Guess we should hurry, though. Wouldn't want you to be tardy meeting up with your waitress friend, later. Really rude to leave a girl hanging. Waiting for you to show up when you're late, I mean." It had only happened to her once or twice, always by accident, but for whatever reason it was on her mind right then. Maybe it was just one sister looking out for another, or something like that.
 
Nathaniel had lost track of time, he was too busy talking with Jen and forgot that he had his date with the waitress soon. He was also thinking about his mission and Jen's pending WASP training. Would this girl who seemed so "Apple Pie" really learn and perform strip teases, pole dances, would she really give head to some random guy? Would she drop out as soon as these tasks were presented to her.

A part of him hoped she would do just that, it didn't seem like the sort of job for ladies, for good girls who wanted to serve their country and do the right thing. He felt that a lot of these girls were mislead, told it was special operations only to not be told how "special" the "operations" would be. But surely she must know something, they wouldn't have left them in the dark this much, he thought to himself.

He excused himself and sent a quick text to Colonel Sanders, "Col, how much or how little do these women know about what will be expected of them, sex wise I mean?" he sent it, she had told him a little in the past, but it seemed that he wanted re assurance, to make sure Jen wasn't counter playing him, that would be Army style alright he thought to himself.

He came out, "My date isn't until later, although if you want to just settle in tonight we can go out tomorrow, have the whole day just to ourselves, what do you think of that?" he asked her not really wanting to rush things and then have to see the waitress.

Truth be told he didn't want to go on a date anymore, he wanted to sit in the room and watch tv and idly chat with Jen, but he figured if he wanted to eat at the diner again, without having food that tasted 'funny' then he would need to meet the waitress, probably fuck her and then spend the day with Jen tomorrow.

"You can stay in my room if you like and we can chat when I get back, I don't think Sonia the waitress will be too much of a challenge, if you know what I mean soldier" he said winking at her.
 
Sergeant Kruger stopped talking for a minute as he looked at her, a weird thoughtful look in his eyes. Jen waited for him to go on, but then he grabbed his phone and walked out. Her ears perked up but she didn't hear his voice on the phone, but he hadn't walked far down the hall.

Then it struck her. Of course. All this talk with her, just killing time. He must be out there "sexting" with the waitress, his mind not even on Jen at all. She felt strangely deflated, but snapped herself out of it. What did it matter? He was just one of the trainers in the program, here to babysit her a little bit while they got the camp ready for the training. Nothing more, nothing less.

By the time he came back in Jen hoped her expression was as "normal" as she could make it. She was a little surprised to find herself idly running her fingers through her ponytail as the Sergeant closed the door and turned to her. It was a sort of self-soothing habit she'd just sort of fallen into over the years, something comfortable for when she didn't know what to do with her hands, keeping her feelings in check.

Sergeant Kruger cut off the conversation, even suggesting they defer their shopping until the next day, so he could ostensibly spend the next day with her uninterrupted, but it was obvious the sexting had him a little... eager to see the waitress. She was good. Jen thought it might be interesting to sneak a peek at his cellphone, like a little practice espionage mission for herself, to learn the waitress's tricks and see what got the Sergeant so impatient to spend his time with her instead of Jen. Probably a bad idea, but she couldn't help thinking it.

"Fine, whatever. Doesn't matter to me one bit, not at all. I'm on Uncle Sam's clock, so no hurry for me. I'll just hang out here and run up some porn on your room bill... soldier." She emphasized soldier and then gave him a wink essentially copying his own, meeting him measure for measure, showing him she wasn't some shrinking violet. She was one of the guys -- except for the fact he was bowing out of taking her panty shopping, but she pushed that out of her mind... just one of the guys.

"Yeah, so you go have... go have fun, ok? Show her how we do it in the Army, you know?" She felt so awkward looking in his eyes, knowing now how much more depth there was in the man, and sending him out for some tawdry shallow boot banging with a painted little tart that just seemed so far beneath him. "I'll hang out here. You can give me the key to my own room when you get back I guess." She gave him half of a smile, hopefully enough.

By the time he left, she figured she had most of the night to herself. Having canceled their shopping, he had even a few more hours to spend buried balls deep in the waitress. Whatever. Jen decided to make good use of the extra time. If she wasn't going to get to shop for her intimate needs until the next day, she had to have something to wear in the meantime.

She turned on the TV to the news, letting it play in the background just like Dad always did at home, flipping through until she got to Fox News, his favorite. Then she stripped out of the camouflage and her bra and panties and socks and boots. The camouflage was thick, would take too long to dry, the socks too. But her nose could tell as she slipped off her panties that the hours spent so close to the handsome Sergeant had taken a fragrant little toll. If she was going to be around him that much the next day too she'd at least have to deal with that. She grabbed panties and backpack with her supplies and hit the latrine.

There was liquid soap on the countertop so she handwashed the panties, the soap even having a flowery scent that helped. She rinsed them, wrung them out gently but thoroughly, then turned the heater on and hung them in the room's growing heat. After pulling out her pony tail, she hopped in a hot shower, letting the nozzle's adjustable setting pound her shoulders and back as she tried to focus on reviewing her training, not to think about what the Sergeant was probably already doing to the waitress, probably out in the restaurant parking lot.

Soaping herself felt good. Jen let her hands wander everywhere, until she knew her skin was clean and baby fresh. Then she shampooed her hair, found some conditioner, gave her hair and body a refreshing full reset. The day hadn't gone as planned, and being around the Sergeant had her on edge, nervous she might do the wrong thing or say something that hurt her standing with him or in the program. She needed the freshest possible start tomorrow, needed things to go better.

Rinsing off her legs, she was suddenly struck by the possibility she might end up buying shorts for walking around if the next day was as hot again. And if the camp started right after that, who knew if she'd have another chance for awhile. She rummaged in her bag as she dripped on the bathroom floor, shower still running, and came out with her razor, shaving gel and moisturizer. Jen didn't want to have to be shaving her legs in front of the other soldiers while starting out in camp, but she didn't want to risk walking around like a hairy gorilla in front of the Sergeant either. She gelled up, carefully shaved both legs. Rinsing this time, running her fingers the length of each leg, she was satisfied. Jen didn't think of it as vanity, it was just good skin care, proper self-maintenance her mom had insisted on even if she didn't make Jen wear all the makeup and stuff.

She turned off the water and stood dripping for two or three minutes, her skin enjoying the memory of the heat as it slowly trickled down her skin, lost in her thoughts. Finally she grabbed a thick hotel towel and dried her hair. A bigger towel roughly dried her skin, her legs her torso, rubbing all over. She wrapped the big towel around her. It was just big enough to cover her breasts and reach now an inch or so below her bottom. It felt too weird not to at least have a towel on, walking naked around the Sergeant's room vaguely inappropriate even though he was going to be away for many more hours.

As Jen moisturized, she could hear her mom's voice. Healthy skin lasts a lifetime. She spent 15 more minutes in front of the mirror thoroughly brushing out her hair, absentmindedly playing with different style as it smoothed out, maybe over one shoulder, or parted in the middle. Didn't matter, though. Tomorrow, she'd have it back in the pony-tail like every other day. Still, she thought it looked nice.

She padded barefoot to where her panties were hanging. Still damp, obviously. She needed to kill an hour or two. They'd be dry long before the Sergeant finished drilling the waitress. She'd be fully dressed, like she'd never been naked in his room, by the time he got back.

Jen brought her backpack out where the TV was announcing closing stock prices, and lay down in her towel on his bed and watched the news, figuring two or three cycles through the top stories should be enough time for the them to dry with the heat still on in the bathroom. She thought about taking out her parents' picture and the medals, but it wasn't her room. She could set them up next to her own bed as soon as she got her key.

Her eyes grew bleary and she drifted off. Just for a second. Just close them for a second. The day had been so long and fraught with excitement, and disappointment somehow. She still knew almost nothing about the training, other than the Sergeant's vaguely silly attempts to get her goat. Jen drifted to sleep, dreaming of cleaning and reassembling her rifle again and again in front of the Sergeant as he nodded with approval.
 
Col Sanders hadn't responded yet. she was rather erratic in her texts and emails anyway, he didn't think about it, she would respond when she did.

When he came back in the main room, Jen was acting differently, she had softened herself. She was idly fiddling with her ponytail, either on purpose or because it was some kind of genuine need for her to do that. In any case he saw her more as a woman and less as some upstart career soldier keen to follow in daddy's footsteps.

He figured she was probably feeling jealous, wanting to compete with the waitress for his attention. Which in a sense she was right now anyway. He had seen this before, often women didn't want him because of attraction, they wanted him because some other woman had him and they liked the idea of taking him from her. He enjoyed the attention of course, enjoyed watching the cattiness in the women and the games they would play.

Nathaniel wasn't always the ladies man type, he was rather quiet and shy growing up, girls didn't like him much, he was rejected many times, even by the less attractive ones. It made him resent women in a way, seeing their shallowness, being so reluctant and even turned off by the idea that he liked them in some way. As if being liked by him was a kiss of death. Then as he got older, late teens and early 20's he filled out, his face changed in appearance, he grew in confidence and he noticed women starting to look his way. He always enjoyed the movies of the 40's and 50's, John Wayne, Bogart, the strong silent type and that was exactly what he modeled himself on, not having any real world male role models growing up, he took from what he could. He liked the idea of the cool type, the type who enters a room in silence, making a statement with his walk, with the way he looks at a woman.

He enjoyed watching them fall over themselves to get to him, to get his attention, other men hated him in this respect, he tried explaining that the trick was, to show you weren't interested. They told him it helps that he has the looks as well. Maybe that was the case, he thought to himself. Maybe it was just that shallow. He liked the idea of things being deeper though, deeper than just two bodies feeling good together, he searched for connection and rarely found it.

He could see that Geller was a little upset at being told that panties shopping would have to be delayed, it was better though, she would have been more disappointed to have it cut short, to be left standing while he saw another woman. She would get over it, if anything, she would like him more, like the arrogance, like that he can attract others. She was back to being one of the boys, mostly to hide her hurt over the shopping thing. He smiled at her as if unaware she was pissed off.

Nathaniel then went to have a shower, get dressed and left Jen in the room, he was going to give her the key when she said he could give it to her later. He figured this was some female code for wanting to stay in his room so he left her in there and went to meet the hot waitress.

On leaving and getting in his car he received a text from Sanders "The course will be revealed to them day by day, week by week, at any point they can quit, I know you are feeling guilty, don't! They will do as much or as little as they want to, all by their own choice".

So that was it he thought, they only knew rumours, most of which were created by Sanders to get people talking. He put it out of his mind and went on his date, taking her to a nice Italian place and chatting casually, there was never any doubt as to where it would all lead to, after dinner they went back to her place and sure enough, sex was had and enjoyed. Nathaniel knew the drill so well now, dinner, her place, sex, stay a while drink a beer, leave before it became obvious they had nothing to say to each other. It was around 3 am and it was time to leave.

He went back to the room and found Jen sleeping, wrapped in a towel on his bed. She looked at peace and cute, women always look so hot wrapped in a towel, he thought to himself. He undressed and put on his dressing gown, leaving her on the bed and sitting in the armchair until she woke up or he fell asleep, whichever came first.
 
Jen woke without realizing she'd been asleep, not until she realized the room had gone dark and the tv gone quiet and her hair a mess in her eyes. She didn't even remember turning off the tv. She usually slept with it on, like Dad, at least she had back home, before Basic. Back home. Her apartment. Basic. Places and times seemed to mix together in her half-awake state as her eyes flitted around the dark room, only a little dim light of a new day outside making it through the drawn shades. She felt that weird disconnect, as if she should be able to look to her right and see the old chest of drawers with the mirror and jewelry box on top, or the bathroom door with its night light glowing in the mirror straight in front of her, or over to her left should be the door to the hallway and her parent's room, no, no, the latrine. Wait, where was she? Things weren't where they were supposed to be. Then she started to realize where she was, and what she was seeing.

The hotel room. The Sergeant's hotel room. Her bare legs on the rough fabric of the bed's comforter, nothing covering her but the towel still wrapped around the middle. Oh no. And there slumped deep in the comfy arm chair was the Sergeant himself, staring right at her with his chin in his palm, breathing heavily. Jen gathered her arms around herself, her shoulders bare and close to shivering in the room's air conditioning, clutching the towel suddenly tighter around herself. It looked like the Sergeant was staring, he was perving out on her! No, no, wait. He was snoring.

Sergeant Kruger must have come in during the night some time. Jen thought about it and could only guess she must have been so worn out from stress and nervousness about the camp that she didn't even wake up. Just like Monday mornings back home, Dad always told her she was a hard to wake up sleepy head. She pulled the towel even a little tighter, wishing it could stretch a little farther down over her thighs so she could sneak into the bathroom and dress, the Sergeant's deep snores no guarantee he couldn't wake up at the most inopportune moment.

Jen stopped abruptly, realizing what she'd forgotten. She'd slept almost the whole night, clearly morning outside the window's drawn shades already, and her mom and dad's picture and Dad's medals were still in her pack. It was something she never forgot. She leaned over the side of the bed, careful not to let her towel slip loose, and took the picture frame out and perched their image -- taken back when they were still smiling together -- on the bedside. Then she she carefully, almost ritually, draped one of his medals on each corner. Her fingers ran fondly along the smooth worn top of the frame for a minute, and then she touched each medal and leaned back against the pillow, head turned to the side looking at them with a sigh.

Her eyes caught some tiny motion in the dark, and her head snapped toward the Sergeant, her hair flipping about on the pillow enough she had to brush a few stray strands out of her eyes. Was his head still... had he... was he awake? It was hard to tell in the dim light of dawn. But then she was sure, he clearly blinked.

"Sarge? You... Sarge? You're awake? Why.... you came back and you... you didn't give me my key!" Wrapped in just the towel, only her most essential parts even covered at all, Jen's cheeks grew hot as she had to confront the fact she was all but naked on the Sergeant's bed, realizing he was looking at her. He was right there next to her, in nothing more than a robe himself, his barrel chest so visible like he was Clark Kent who'd dozed off in the middle of changing into Superman. It made her feel even more self-conscious of how barely covered she was. Jen drew her knees up together and twisted a little as if that would somehow make it better.

"You were... I didn't expect you back... I just took a... you know, a shower and... fell asl... if you could just, you know, look over... I could slip into the bathroom and get... hey, what the hell happened with you and Little Miss Table 6? Why are you even here? She didn't let you stay for the Breakfast Combo?" It was mean. It was petty, but walking up in a strange hotel in a strange guy's bed with him watching her left Jen feeling vulnerable and annoyed and embarrassed. Turning up all but naked in his bed like Goldilocks under the great big papa bear's eyes was absolutely embarrassing, and Jen just hoped the room was dim enough to conceal how red her face was, and not just make it look like a glowing red beacon in the room's darkness.
 
Nathaniel was still waking up, he could see Jen getting up and tried to fake being asleep again, figuring she would go and put something on, but she didn't, he heard rustling, she was getting her parents photo and her dads medals out of her baggage. Oh great he thought, this is just too sweet, too apple pie, if he saw it in a film he would have laughed like crazy at the cliche aspect of it, but she was for real, she was genuine in her beliefs that was for sure.

The chair was uncomfortable, one of those chairs that he hated even sitting in, it was just occurring to him now that he could have slept in her room, but he didn't think of that last night. His back was killing him.

She then noticed he was waking up, she started asking him questions, he wasn't a morning person, he just sat there quietly for a few moments.

"Morning, yeah, I forgot the key sorry, you seemed to have slept well anyway". He looked at her bunched up defensively on the bed, knees drawn up to her chest.

"Yeah, well you know how it is, you fuck 'em and you get out, difference between dating and casual sex and all" he explained to her.

"Of course, sure" Nathaniel averted his eyes, totally covering them actually so she could get changed or shower or whatever she needed to do. He didn't want to see her naked, he didn't want to break the ice like that, that would be saved for the course, her first time naked should be very daunting for her, he wondered if she would even go through with it, if she is uncomfortable in a towel then what would she be like stripping for him. He had to wonder.

"So" he started to say his eyes still covered. "Are we still on for shopping and other stuff today?" he asked her.

"I think we should get some breakfast first, what do you think?" She was out of the room, in the bathroom changing now. He got up and stretched his back, "Wow that armchair did a number on my back, I'm in agony" he called out.

His phone went off a text message from the Colonel. "Hey soldier, have you screwed Geller yet? lol I hope everything is going well and I look forward to your first report" it said.
 
Jen heard him loud and clear. "Fuck 'em and get out." With the Sergeant's eyes averted, Jen slid across to the far side of the bed, so she wouldn't have to brush past his big legs on the way to the bathroom. His words were crude, but Jen knew she had to toughen herself up again. After awhile back in Basic she'd gotten calloused to the way the soldiers were, how they spoke like this. Despite Dad's stories, she hadn't really been prepared for it -- although, what was he supposed to say to get her ready? Now after a few months at a desk job working with other desk jockeys, most of whom were married and settled down, the lessons of Basic had faded a bit and Jen found she'd gone a little soft again. Toughen up, kid, she told herself.

She held the towel tight and stood up, peeking back at him and reassuring herself the Sergeant was actually being considerate about it. His words were crass, heck, obviously even his behavior with the pretty little Waitress was crude, but Jen could see in these moments of sensitivity and politeness, and from deeper conversations like the previous night's, there was clearly a lot more to the Sergeant than "find, fuck and forget" even if he was capable of that as well.

"Yeah," she started, trying for a light tone, "dating is such a pain in the ass." She slipped around the corner and into the bathroom and then closed the door quietly behind her. Jen sighed and looked in the mirror. Oh God, her hair was a mess! Why had she... She gritted her teeth and heard Dad's voice in her head. No time for regrets, they just lead to more regrets. With the towel still around her she started brushing out her hair. He was quiet in the other room, and she wondered what he was doing, if he was thinking about the waitress. All she could hear was her own soft breathing and the steady stroke-stroke-stroke of the brush through her hair. She was almost done, her hair smooth and shiny as she brushed it back over her shoulders, when he finally piped up outside, wanting to know if Jen still wanted to shop.

Jen gathered her hair up tight in her right hand behind her head and then rolled the red hair band off her wrist and over the gathered hair, pulling it tight until her pony tail was solid. She stepped back from the mirror, tossed her head left and right until she was happy with the way her clean hair swished with each movement. Much better. "Yeah, of course I want to shop!" That came out like it was spoken by some of her shopaholic classmates back in high school, she realized as her fingers daintily plucked the panties from the towel rack. She smiled, relieved they were dry. She stepped into them and called out through the door, trying to make sure she didn't leave him with the wrong impression. "I'm going to need something to wear for sure, so I guess we have to shop, no choice really. I'm fine for today but if this delay doesn't get me to a quartermaster by tonight I'm definitely going to have to resupply a bit here." She settled the fabric evenly between her legs, wiggled her hips a little to make sure the skimpy pink cotton material was flat and comfortable, and then let her towel drop.

She'd gotten her bra back on and had one leg into her cammies when he mentioned breakfast. Her stomach rumbled. Jen stepped into the second leg and wriggled until they were all the way up and over her bottom, and buttoned them. "Breakfast sounds mandatory Sergeant. Just... " She was going to make a comment about picking a different restaurant, but realized it was insensitive. Maybe he really wanted to see the waitress, maybe he even liked her, in a shallow, fuck-buddy kind of way. And she didn't want him to start thinking of her as that girl, that kind of game-playing girl who was obsessed with who he dated and all that. "Just... let's eat soon, I'm starved. Wherever you want's fine." Just don't make the goo-goo eyes while I'm eating. But she didn't say it.

She could hear him moving around as she slipped the short-sleeved olive green tshirt over her head and worked on buttoning the camouflage top over it. As she emerged from the bathroom she saw him stretching his back like a high school gym teacher, groaning and complaining about the arm chair.

Jen raised an eyebrow in surprise. Was he really being that obvious? Like she was supposed to... because she was a girl she was supposed to give him a back rub? Or was this even some vague kind of come on, like "come for the backrub, stay for the blow job?" Jen shook her head with a chuckle. "Yeah Sarge, well, sneaking back in the middle of the night after a hot date... I mean hot casual sex... and bivouacking in an arm chair will do that to you." She stopped short of telling him he should have taken care of himself and slept in bed. That would have carried the double penalty of pointing out her part in his back's soreness for hogging the bed all to herself, as well as the awkward image of what if he'd actually done that. "Maybe we should have lunch at a Japanese restaurant and we can set you up with one of those geisha girls who'll walk on your back after..."

But his attention had wandered to his phone, eyes moving like he was reading a text message, her attempt to deflect his awkward "oh my back is sore" moment by being as crude as he was falling on deaf ears.

She took a deep breath and turned instead to pack up the medals and the picture frame in her pack and put one strap over her right shoulder, in purse mode rather than hiking mode. "Well Sarge? You coming? My stomach's not going to feed itself!" She stepped out in the hall, making a mental note to remember to get the other key from him in case they had to be here another night. She looked back from the hall at his face still in the room. He had that look, and Jen was sure it was something from the waitress, some sexy note or a naked picture, the way he smiled like he was thinking about fucking somebody.
 
He noticed her shock at his comment about "fucking them and getting out" he was still in two worlds about Geller, seeing her as a soldier and a woman, her training will require her to be a sexual warrior, one who uses her body to get the mission done, one who will not be phased if captured and threatened with rape. The idea of the training was to do worse to the women then the enemy would probably do, worse in the sense that there was no hatred in the training, these would not be 'crimes of passion' as such, these would be calculated sessions designed to bring about a result. The women can leave anytime they wanted, those words kept running through his head.

"OK we will get something for breakfast soon then, and start shopping" he answered her, his back really was aching, he made the comment, partially due to pain and partially to see if she would give him a back rub, was worth a chance. She made some comment about Geisha girls walking on his back at a Jap restaurant, not really his thing, Asian women never did it for him.

He was still looking at his phone when she came back out, and gathered her stuff.

"I just have to send a quick email, have a shower and then I will be with you" he said to her somewhat absently.

He fired up his laptop and wrote his first report regarding Geller.

"Col,

Regarding PFC Geller, she is a dedicated and fine soldier, comes from a military family. She is keen to impress and tries to be one of the boys. This is understandable, she wants to fit in. She will hopefully learn in time that it is not her tom boy qualities we are looking for, we want her to be the sexy woman we know she can be. Hopefully I can soften her up today, we are going panty shopping! I am serious, we have been making jokes and it seems after breakfast that is what we will be doing. Here's hoping she models some for me, but I doubt it!"

regards,

Sgt Kruger.

He sent the email and had his shower, getting dressed in jeans and a t shirt. He joined Geller and they went off in search of breakfast.
 
Jen waited for him in the hall as he read the text, her stomach quite insistent it was time to eat. But then he asked for her patience for one quick email. Jen nodded, "Sure." What, was she going to say no to a superior officer? But she knew what the email was, or at least suspected. She just hoped he wasn't going to take a picture of his dick in front of her.

When he finally shut the laptop and locked up, Jen was already starting down the hall. Maybe he was big and had a lot more reserves in that body of his but Jen was small, much more slender, and when her body ran low on fuel she needed to do something about it much quicker than he seemed to, otherwise she knew from experience she got a little difficult to be around even though she tried her best to be nice.

The Sergeant broke into a small trot and caught up with her as she went down the stairs, not waiting for the elevator. Out into the light of morning in the parking lot, she sucked in a breath of fresh air and turned to him. "This is your town, where's closest? I'm starving. Even if it's her restaurant," -- she said the word 'her' like it was obvious who she meant -- "let's just go. Unless she's going to be too busy reading your texts and emails to bother serving us quickly." She couldn't stop herself from poking at him, all the secret little communications just irking her.

The Sergeant just pointed and Jen just adjusted her pack and started walking, hoping a little distance between them would shut her up and keep her from saying anything else before she had some coffee and breakfast inside her,but his longer strides caught up right away. She walked in irritated silence for a minute, not even sure why she had any right to be irritated. She just was. "So what's in all the emails anyway? What do you say to get the all the girls so hot and bothered over you anyway?" Who was hot and bothered? Other than the waitress? Well, he seemed to behave this way naturally, as if it was old habit to him already. If she was lucky he'd spend the rest of the time until breakfast describing his shallow predatory sex games and she could half-ignore him and wouldn't have to risk saying anything else. Oh, how she hoped wherever they were going would have some breakfast biscuits on the table already.
 
Kruger caught up with Jen, she was taking the stairs, why do anything the easy way of course, he laughed to himself.

He hoped his first review of Geller was going to be good enough for the Colonel he knew it was short but there was nothing else to say at this point. He was always one to use words economically, just his way in the end. So they made it down the stairs and onto the street.

Then she started again, the jealousy, about 'her restaurant" that kind of thing, about what he says in emails to all this supposed women that are chasing him around. Once more he laughed at that, so far Geller had been making it pretty obvious that she wanted to be one of the women, she wanted that kind of attention, but did she? Women could be strange creatures, quite often what they think they want and what they do actually want are two different things entirely.

He thought back to the time as a Psychology study, he created a false account on a dating site, fake pic of a great looking guy the whole thing. He chatted with women who seemed to like him, or the guy he was pretending to be. He gathered intell on them and then in the spirit of the Bill Murray movie "Groundhog Day" he created a new account with an ordinary looking guy, he messaged the same women stating the things they liked as if he could read their minds and they just weren't impressed at all. So was that all it came down to? Looks alone and nothing to be said for substance at all?

It seemed so.

"Oh, I just talk to them Jen" he said answering her question about what type of magical stuff he said to these women, it was the truth, he had bedded many women just by going up to them and saying hello, he was not one for games and fancy pick up lines. He could be romantic with the right lady, one he could connect with, but typically it was just sex. He noticed she was trying to get away, possibly because she felt embaressed at her own questions, he caught up with her though, she couldn't out step him.

They got to a little quaint cafe, chequered red and white table clothes and good simple homestyle cooking.

"I love this place" he said opening the door for Jen, she walked in and he picked a table with a view to the still misty morning street, the town had only just started waking up as the first few cars drove by.

A waitress came up, a young girl possibly 17, dark hair and red lipstick, she looked a little like a young Andie McDowell, a real "cookie cutter" as Kruger liked to describe women who were beautiful in a very homestyle kind of way, rather than glamarous.

She handed them a couple of menus and left for them to review it.

"I think I want the full English Breakfast" he said, "Yep, eggs, bacon, sausage, spinach, fried tomato and of course toast, sounds good to me, anything stand out for you Geller?" he asked.
 
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