With the advent of women's liberation, it was inevitable that the army would change.
Slowly over the years the supposed gentler sex had made inroads into every branch of the armed service and women were now driving jeeps in the army, sailors in the navy and even artillery officers in the marine corp. One branch however had not been integrated, and that branch was the XRG project but after a recent push by a Congressional Oversight Committee, it too would have to comply.
This secret branch of the army was in charge of counter-espionage, interrogations and black operations and only the best of the best bothered to apply. Col. Brian Stuart, not the most enlightened of individuals, took a dim view of this forced female intrusion into his old boys club and it took everything he had to contain his sarcastic tongue as he congratulated the new female recruits on the completion of their initial training.
Although he did not want them in his outfit, on all other fronts these new "soldiers" pleased him very much. Surprisingly enough, these were not the typical rug munchers who are normally the female trail blazers into the army but were three, very attractive and intelligent women, who under normal circumstances he would be hitting on like there was no tomorrow.
The Colonel was a very attractive man. Standing 6'4" tall, his rugged good looks and well sculpted body constantly had every female on base checking out his rear guard action. He was extremely proud to have reached the rank of Colonel by the extremely young age of 34 and even more proud that his first assignment in his new rank was this extremely important unit.
Sandra Stevenson, one of the new recruits, came from a long military tradition and was immensely pleased to have been accepted into the prestigious group. Statuesque at 6'1" tall, Sandra was extremely well built and her curves could have easily launched her into a modeling career as much as a military one.
Although strictly professional, she knew how to use her golden locks, lovely tight ass and extremely well endowed chest to her advantage when the occasion arose.
Dominique Bardone was the mystery girl. Raised in the Haiti, her sensual Latin good looks and incredible ass belied a devilish sense of fun that lay just beneath the surface. Known to play hard and work harder, every man on the base dreamed of worshipping at the altar of her lovely posterior.
Monica Diminetti rounded out the troika. With long red hair and a perfect face with large green eyes. Her fiery hair and equally flammable personality perfectly rounded out the trio of female archetypes. Wild to the core, Monica had the reputation that a night out with her would kill a lesser man as she liked her fun rough and hard. Only the stoutest of heart need apply to her bedchamber.
Col. Stuart smirked as he addressed the new troops.
"All right ladies, you have now passed the basic training course required for admittance into this company, but withoug wanting to run the risk of a creating a lawsuit, it would be unconscionable for me not to express my extreme doubts on your capability to perform this job."
"Permission to speak freely?" Sandra asked in her monotone military quip.
Col. Stuart nodded his agreement.
"I know what you are eluding to Colonel, and I think you are mistaken in your pre-judgement" she continued.
The Colonel slowly raised his eyebrows as she spoke.
"You think women are too weak to make good interrogators. You see us as interlopers and are only allowing us in because you are forced to, am I right?"
Without saying a word the slight smile on the Colonel's face spoke volumes.
