DANGEROUS DICKER 2

Here's the next chap. Hope you like. Not a lot of sex but some.

DANGEROUS DICKER 2

The Alpha group went through sniper, seduction, forgery and intelligence training. They suffered through learning self defense and close combat fighting. The girls were as familiar with a knife as they were with a hair brush. The many weeks that past seemed to be a blur, yet none of them had a combat boot anywhere near their pussies.

Sure, they were beat both spiritually and physically, yet the sharp verbal jabs of their sergeant didn’t mean the same now as it once did.

Cara especially excelled in sniper and close combat training. She liked smelling the sweat of her opponent as she worked to stab the body with a rubber knife. It made her excited.

Alpha One was surprisingly good at endurance training and forgery. She was definitely artistic in nature anyway, being a timid creature and all.

Alpha Two was excellent at intelligence and self defense, her long legs being now potent weapons.

Alpha Three seemed to excel in nothing especially, yet was good at it all. She loved to practice with her special forces knife, twisting, tossing, flipping it about absentmindedly while shooting the breeze with Alpha Four and One while sitting in their barracks.

A break from training was in order and the Lieutenant and the Sergeant took the girls off base to a local bar. “This is a special training exercise for you squirts. See if you can get some poon.”

“Really?” Two asked out loud.

The Lieutenant growled, offering a stern look at the tall girl. She shut up. Cara and Three eyed each other. It seemed to be a challenge. “Remember, anything can happen. Don’t let your guard down, use your training.”

“Go on in and get to it. You’ve got three hours. Anyone drunk gets my foot,” the Sergeant offered, showing the size of her combat boots for everyone to see. “With the boot on.”

All gulped, broke ranks and ran into the dive bar. It was air conditioned, thank God.

The four girls saw the pickings were small. The girls worked toward the bar and showed their ID’s to the bartender.

All got draughts and began to look about. The Sergeant and Lieutenant entered, got a pitcher of beer and sat in a corner booth, surveying their charges.

Cara spied a skinny woman with obviously fake tits sipping her scotch slowly. Siddling up, Cara sat at the empty stool next to her. The woman’s skin was tanned dark, slightly leathery from work outside in the sun.

She looked older than she seemed. The woman caught the look. “Hey.”

“Um, hey.”

“You’re new here huh?”

“Just passing through.”

“Oh? Where you goin’?” the woman asked.

“Montana.”

“Hmm. Big state.”

“Yep. Pretty big,” Cara offered, taking a healthy swig of her beer.

“Why’d you stop here?”

“Transmission. Fucker failed on me.”

“No kidding. That’s funny.”

“Why’s that?”