AN: This chapter takes place two years after chapter one.
Sarah adjusted her pigtails and made sure that her uniform fit just right. She needed to look perfect. She had never felt so nervous, not even during her dad's toughest cons. However, this was different. She was going on her first official mission for the CIA. She had spent the last two years attending college while also being trained by the CIA. Graham had wanted her to get the best training along with the best education. Sarah was itching to prove herself ready.
Graham hadn't planned on letting Sarah go out on a mission this soon however, this mission was tailor-made for Sarah. Rumors were circulating that a CIA asset at a university was using a cheerleading squad to send classified information to enemy agents when the squad was on meets. Sarah's job was to find out who the girls were that the asset was going through and who they were meeting. She just had to make the team.
That was the cause of Sarah's nerves. While she had undergone a makeover in regards to her appearance, she still felt like the girl that was tormented by Heather. Unfortunately this led to moments where she could still be a klutz. She couldn't make any mistakes. She had to prove herself to Graham. If she failed, would Graham kick her out of the CIA already and then what? Her dad was still in prison. She would be all alone.
Focus, she reminded herself. She needed to focus. She looked at herself in the mirror again. She didn't want to admit but she looked kind of hot. She had a very tight revealing tank top with a cheerleading skirt that barely covered her backside. The thong she was wearing underneath the skirt covered little as well.
Yes, she was taking no chances. She had heard there was a new coach for the squad. He was supposed to be a real hard ass. He was a strict drill sergeant type guy. With the way she looked, she thought she could get under his skin. Of course he could be gay. However, as she looked at her backside in the mirror she was reminded of what that red headed DEA trainee had said during their seduction class. She had told Sarah that her ass could turn a gay man straight. Sarah took another glance at herself in the mirror she looked kind of slutty or like Heather, that bitch. Again she reminded herself to focus. She was ready. She knew the moves and had the look. Things were going to go perfectly.
Things went horribly wrong. The tryout was as far from perfect as Sarah could have imagined. First, the coach barely acknowledged her looks. He just merely grunted before telling her to begin. Her routine started bad, then went to horrible and ended as a disaster. The coach said nothing to her and just asked for the next girl to come in.
She had failed. Tears were building in her eyes. Graham was going to kick her out. She didn't want to go back to doing cons. Sarah closed her eyes and wiped away the tears. She steeled her nerves. She was going to get on the squad no matter what.
She waited for all the girls to finish their auditions before she went back in the gym. It was just her and the coach. She studied him. He was not what you would expect from a cheerleading coach. He looked like a football player. Hell, he looked like a bear. She was tall but he was almost half a foot taller than her. He was probably just a little over thirty but still quite muscular. He was kind of handsome. He was also now staring intently at her.
He grunted again. "Let me guess this is the part where you tell me you will do whatever it takes to make the team."
Sarah licked her lips. "Yes, anything."
Another damn grunt. "Anything. Let's see. I need girls who follow my instructions without question. They do what I say when I say it. Are you that kind of girl? I doubt it but let's see. Take off your top."
Sarah's eyes widened but she saw the determined look in his eyes. She couldn't back down. She reached for the hem of the tank top and pulled it over her head leaving her naked from the waist up.
"No bra, classy."
Sarah blushed at the remark and also at the look he was giving her. She had seen looks like this before. It was lust but in this man's eyes it was more animalistic.
"My girls are the strongest. Their minds, their bodies and their wills are unmatched. Let's see if you are just as strong. Do a handstand and remain in position."
Sarah did as she was told. However, she realized now that her skirt was flipped now leaving nether region just barely covered by the thong.
Another fucking grunt. "Now, do a split while you remain in a handstand." Sarah split her legs as far as she could. She was a perfect T shape. "Nice, let's see how disciplined you are. Don't you dare fall over till I tell you to."
Sarah was getting worried. Her arms were already starting to shake from the strain. However, those thoughts were lost as he moved in front of her and moved the last barrier covering her pussy.
"What the-? Oh God." Sarah's words were cut off by the feel of the coach's tongue licking her pussy. She is sweating and feeling lightheaded. However, more important was the feeling spreading through her body. No one had ever done this to her. She had heard stories of what it was like to have their pussy licked mainly from the red head in seduction class. She had mentioned what it felt like to be gone down on and also to go down on another woman. Sarah had to admit she was intrigued she wasn't sure by which. The girl had said that most times women were the best at this. However, the coach must have been very skilled. Each lick was sending pleasure throughout Sarah's body and she felt wetness in her pussy. It was building higher and higher till...
"Yes! Oh god!" Sarah toppled over. She rolled onto her side trembling. She couldn't believe this had just happened. Graham had told her things like might happen. Sex on missions was part of life as an agent. She was awakened from her thoughts by the coach towering over her. She looked up to find him naked.
"Disappointing. I didn't tell you it was okay to let go of your position. I should just tell you to leave..." However, his movements told another story. He moved himself and her so that she was now on her back with her legs spread while he was kneeling between them. He had also ripped off her thong. "However, I'll give you a last chance. My girls need stamina. How long can you last?"
She looked down at his dick. He was large, too large she worried. She had only been with her mentor/former handler Arthur Graham. However, their sexual relationship ended just as quickly as it began when he was promoted to Director of the CIA. She hadn't had sex since then. Graham had told her that he couldn't teach her anymore about sex now that he was the director as it wouldn't be appropriate. He never got around to going down on her or anal sex. Sarah felt very naïve about sex especially compared to others at college and her seduction class. Now, she was about to have sex on a mission for the first time. She wanted to scream for him to stop as he pushed into her.
"Oh, fuck. You are so fucking tight. Almost like a virgin." He pulled back a little. "Are you a virgin?"
"No." She squeaked out. She was trying not to cry at the pain. She was not a virgin but was still very tight.
