The instructor (4)

In 2012 my dear and sexy male friend of many years co-wrote a story with me, called Katie & Steve. When I put the goal on my 101 list to co-write at least two more stories, he was the first I turned to and he was totally up for another, sexy story. I started the story; he ended it. We could not plan ahead, as you did not know what the other would write. The story has been sent to and fro numerous times as we added new pieces to it, but we continuously made sure that it made ONE story.

This friend of mine has featured in quite a couple of true stories on my blog and will do so more in future.

*** The picture was borrowed from vultureofcritique.wordpress.com


womansoldierContinued from… The instructor (3)

Stepping back he surveyed the platoon standing in front of him, then he took a deep breath and bellowed: “You people are the most despicable bunch of useless humanity I have ever had the displeasure to lay eyes on. You will come to rue the day you decided to join my army, let me assure you that today is the start of a very painful and trying experience, it is my intention to break you down and then build you up again into something approximating a decent soldier. That process starts in three minutes when you will be outside in your combat pants, t-shirts and combat boots, its time for a little run ladies and gentlemen …. NOW GET MOVING!!!”

Zoe was nailed to the floor. The women around her scurried towards the door of the barrack room to get outside on time. Her face was bright red. She was so ashamed of herself. She saw the movement of his eyes. She saw the flicker of lust in his eyes. She knew he had seen her hard nipples. Dammit, why do they have to wear white t-shirts anyway? And why was she wet? Why did his harsh voice excite her so much? She liked men like David – gentle, manicured, soft-spoken. Men like the beast that stood in front of her only moments ago were not her cup of tea. They were rude to women. She would not have that. She would not accept it. She wanted to be treated with respect.

The silence around her shocked Zoe back to the here and now. There was no one but her in the barracks. Would they miss her? Would they notice that they have not joined them outside? Could she not just hide in here until the others come back? A shiver of fear ran through her. She knew that she was in trouble already. She should have been outside with the others, not in here with her own thoughts. She had chosen to enroll because she always wanted to. Was she now going to chicken out? No Sir, she thought as she deliberately walked towards the door and out into the sunshine.

Blinded by the sun she did not immediately see the platoon standing right outside the barracks, but she heard the applause. Applause? Her mind tried to focus. Why applause? Then, as her eyes adjusted to the light outside, she wanted the ground to swallow her. They were applauding her.
“Thank you, recruit,” the Sergeant said and his voice was overflowing with sarcasm, “for deciding to join us. Would you care to tell us why you have chosen to be late?”
“Eh… eh…” Zoe stuttered.
“Yes?” he barked.
“I had to go to the ladies,” Zoe told a white lie.

A roar of laughter escaped the Sergeant. Zoe looked at him with irritation showing on her face. Why was he laughing. What was so funny about going to the ladies room? Mixed with her irritation was another feeling she could not place. The Sergeant looked almost friendly while laughing. Only a split-second later, the laughter abruptly stopped. He looked at her with murder showing in his eyes.
“If you want to piss, you do it in your own time, not mine,” he hissed.
Zoe just stared at him, her chin pushed forward in defiance. How dare he talk to her like that? How rude!
“Thanks to you, you and your platoon will get some extra attention this afternoon. Recruit, report in my office at 5pm this afternoon. Now get in line!” he ordered with a harsh voice.

The next hour both platoons – male and female – ran around the huge parade ground. The parade ground was about the size of three football fields. After the first round around it, Zoe wanted to quit. One look at the face of the Sergeant – he was looking straight at her – she continued to run. Halfway around the parade ground on her second go around, Zoe could not put one foot in front of the other anymore. She stopped and sagged to the ground, leaning against a tree. Men and women passed her. She hoped the sergeant would not be able to see her sitting against the tree. She just needed a little rest. Five minutes later, just as a group of women passed her, she stood up and continued to run. The second time she passed the Sergeant she did not even look at him. She stopped at the same place again, rested for five minutes and then continued again.

To be continued… The instructor (5)

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