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Chapter 2 - CH 1: daily life

FARM Colorado regional office:

"Fuck it's hot out today." I say to my colleague as I walk into the locker room.

My colleague Amanda standing in the middle of the locker room In nothing but her underwear turns to look at me with a teasing grin.

"I know I just couldn't wait to get out of my clothes even if it's just for a couple of minutes."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at Amanda despite our difference in age Amanda's been one of my closest friends for nearly 10 years since she started working for the farm.

Standing not quite as tall as me at 5'8 with a goddess sculpted body from years of physical training and dark tan skin which contrast perfectly to her white underwear form fitting sports bra and shorts which to her immense satisfaction has always give me a bit of a lady boner, and has never stopped to tease me since she learned my sexual preferences years ago.

Only half my age at 33 years old she joined us after I scouted her from a local gym working there as an instructor earning a fraction of what she does now I offered her a chance and she's never made me regret it once.

"You're in the mood today I see" I say as I start undressing my civvies while pulling my uniform out of my locker. Black company cargo pants and boots and a black tank top I decided to leave the jacket cuz it's too hot today and I have no interest in heat stroke.

"I can't help it I always get excited when I get to" beat the crap"out of new recruits." She says making air quotes earning herself a short laugh and a nod from me.

"I agree completely best thing to happen to me since I decided to be an instructor."

Giving her another appreciative look as she slides on her cargo pants over her shapely ass her long hair cascading over her back as she has yet to put it in her signature ponytail.

Amanda became an instructor here about the same time I did about 5 years ago after she got bored being a security guard and decided to spend a 2 year tour of duty overseas which I think was outright stupid in my opinion.

I mean why would you go overseas to get shot at every week if not every day when you can stay here.

I mean I've been doing this job since I was 18 and I've been shot at twice in 40 years both assassination attempts on a client both dangerous but I'll take those two times over the amount of bullshit she had to go through.

"Shame there's no cute girls this time though" I have to roll my eyes again because I know her sexual preferences don't give a flying fuck about gender her criteria is cute and that's about it.

I shrugged my shoulders"at least there's plenty of cute boys" I wiggle my eyebrows in jest knowing that these new recruits have yet to earned their hot bods a task that I will be happy to help them with.

She slaps my back a little harder than she should the grunt laugh coming out of her.

"Those boys better watch out there's a cougar on the prowl."

I Have a good hard laugh this being one of the few places safe to make jokes like this since there's no cameras or audio devices in the locker rooms.

After we finished getting dressed and a few more short jabs at each other we make our way to the offices to get our morning brief and schedule after which we head out to training field 3 where our new recruits are gathered.

As we approach a field two times the length and width of a football field we approach our colleague a former lieutenant from the US military Matthew Smith standing in front of 40 new and raw recruits in various physical conditions some scrawny some overweight all about to regret their life.

Matthew is a tall bear of a man missing the part of his face where his right eye should have been in its place a prosthetic that glows menacing red.

Despite his menacing appearance I've known him to be a good and honorable man he's been at this facility training the recruits since he retired from military service 10 years ago and is the lead instructor at this facility.

He turns to look at us that red eye more threatening than the man himself then turns his attention back at the recruits.

It's no surprise to see him here before us he's probably been here for hours before our shift started even though technically we're supposed to be here before him.

I walk up to his side standing firm and straight, I stare into his eyes and he gives me a short nod this prompts me to stand forward and get this mess into attention.

With a loud and commanding voice I yell out orders to get the assembled recruits into formation thus beginning the day.

Giving these poor unfortunate souls their first taste of the next 3 months of hell.

Over the course of the next 12 hours I spend my time out in the field and various facilities the first eight spent on physical exercise to whip them into the shape the next four are spent in lecture on procedures and their various applications.

We do this deliberately to exhaust our recruits and weed out undesirables, will continue training like this for the next 2 to 3 weeks depending on Matthew's discretion.

As the day winds down and our recruits go to the barracks where they'll stay for the duration of their training letting the evening watchers take over I find myself back in the locker room in the showers this time, reminded once again that I'm not as young as I used to be.

Staring into the body length mirror in the shower I see the signs of my life and the experiences I've endured.

The bullet wound I took during my last escort trying to save my client sitting just above my right breast as the high-powered round went straight through my protective gear and found itself in my lung. The various scars from a plethora of weapons ranging from knives and glass bottles covering my arms and legs all from scuffles watching over drunk entitled brats for various reasons all of which could probably have been avoided with a little moderation.

And then as I stare and my own face now visibly aged more so now that I've been relaxing in the shower I can't help but think.

"Damn I still got it"

I mean just look at me my tall athletic body bronze from practice effort not a single tan line my skin and breasts still tight and firm which I am more than happy to confirm by cupping my absolutely gorgeous D cup, my only regret is that I haven't gone out and gotten laid in a year twitch I'm going to take my frustration out later in private.

I step out of the shower into the locker room with a refresh smile on my face my towel hanging over my shoulders leaving the rest for the world to see.

I take a good long look at the locker room regretting the fact that Amanda likes to take a shower at her private residence probably with whoever she's shacking up with at the moment knowing I wouldn't be able to see that tight little body of hers until tomorrow.

With a sigh I step up to my locker and pull out my civvies from earlier get dressed get ready to make my way home.

The drive home is probably my least favorite part of the day our office and training Fields are up in the mountains leaving a 40 minute drive just to get home I've never been fond of driving always had a bit of motion sickness though it's better to drive than to sitin passenger seat because I'd have to medicate otherwise.

As I walk into the door into my small two bedroom one bath it's a small moderately furnished place it's been my home for more years than I dare count I'll look up at the clock and to see it's just a little before midnight time enough for a small snack an electrolyte drink before i head to bed get ready for the best part of the day. After I'm done with my little sweet treat I had to my bedroom and proceed to strip out of all of my clothes I've always preferred to sleep in the buff a habit I picked up after my sister trashed my pajamas when I was a kid.

I walk up to my bed and put on the very familiar piece of equipment one of the few things I've ever splurged myself on my dive gear helmet a $1,500 piece of equipment that I deem necessary to feed my addiction.

I crawl into bed with the helmet on and before I can fall asleep an explosion goes off and I'm sent flying through the air.

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