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I had successfully finished boot camp and AIT – the Army’s acronym for Advanced Individual Training which gave me an official profession in the Army. I had joined the Army to See The World and Get An Education. The Army recruiter was a suave guy, handsome and charming and he managed to convince me that the Army could give me a leg up in the work force, with much needed skills often looked for by employers. As I sat in the woods, tired and sweaty, on guard duty, as two o’clock in the morning, having completed a grueling eighth hour road march up and down hills in stifling Texas heat, I wondered what type of job I’d get that would almost kill you for the type of pay and benefits I was getting. My friends didn’t understand my attraction to the Army. After all, I was a fairly attractive young lady, with long blonde hair and blue eyes. I was a cheerleader in high porno hikayeler school. Every guy I knew wanted in my pants, but I managed to fend them all off. Now, here I was in the Army, surrounded by testosterone at an unbelievably high level. It was a real test of my ability to control things and while I managed to fend off desperate attempts in basic training and AIT, the challenge of staying celebrate, could only last for so long. I searched my ruck sack for a some “pogey-bait”, the Army slang for a candy bar or a snack soldiers are not supposed to have or keep with them during field training exercise or “FTX” as the Army called them. The Army has a short acronym for everything. My ruck sack was void of anything I might have been craving. Another guard was stationed across the dark roadway from me. I had no idea who it was, but knew seks hikayeleri I was not out in the woods all by myself. “Pssst,” I called out into the darkness. “Pssst,” came the reply back. “Who’s there?” I whispered. “Vegas,” the voice in the bushes answered. I had no idea who “Vegas” was. I was new to the unit. “Vegas,” I called out, “You got any pogey-bait?” “Yeah,” he whispered back. “Whatcha got in exchange?” What did I have in exchange? I’m freakin’ starving and the dude is wanting to barter. Whatever happened to team work? Now there comes a time, when you’re so hungry and tired, that strange things cross your mind. My first thought was to cross the road and beat the living shit out of the dude for being a smart ass. My second thought, was less violent. I could woo him with my sex appeal. “Hey Vegas, you’re not gay are ya?” I sex hikayeleri whispered. “What?” He whispered back. “You’re not gay are you?” I repeated. “No,” Vegas whispered back. “I’m fucking horny,” I whispered. “Shut up!” Vegas replied. “No,” I replied, “I’m serious.” “Put a finger in it,” Vegas replied. “A finger won’t do,” I whispered back. I could see the bushes move in the moonlight. A young face painted in camouflage peered out and in my direction. “Who da fuck is there?” Vegas whispered. He was not more than a few meters across the rocky trail from me. “Your dream girl,” I whispered. “Fuck you dream girl,” Vegas replied. “I ain’t getting busted for no piece of ass.”Piece of ass? I thought to myself. Is that what he thought I was, a piece of ass? I had worked hard to get myself in shape and I was proud of what I had accomplished and now this dude that didn’t even know me was referring to me as a piece of ass? “Hey, dick wad,” I replied, “I’ve got your piece of ass and then some.” “Shut the fuck up, bitch, before you get us busted,” Vegas replied. Did he really call me a bitch? OK, that did it.

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