Training

CHAPTER 2 - TRAINING

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Being new to The Agency meant that I had to do some extensive training. I didn't know exactly what that meant but I was excited to find out. I was given an address of what looked like a huge training facility on the outskirts of LA. I had never been out this far from the city but it looked like an old housing estate that had been converted into whatever the Agency needed. There wasn't much security around but I guess not many people knew that this place existed.

Karen had told me to meet her at this large mansion that was at the end of the main road into the estate. Most of the houses looked the same, like this was a suburb for Hollywood stars but this was slightly different because it had a distinctive brick pattern on the outside. As I pulled up to the house I saw written on the mail-box "Slade".

I wondered: "Is this where Karen lives?" As I got out of the car I was met by Karen who had obviously been waiting for my arrival. She looked incredible, her blonde hair was tied up in a loose ponytail and she had a simple white t-shirt and small jean shorts on with some black and white sneakers.

"Kit, great to have you here," she beamed as she seemed happy to see me.

"Hey Karen, I love your place," I replied as I tried to take in all that was around me.

"Oh, this isn't my place," she laughed "this is one of the homes that The Agency owns that we use for training new recruits. We normally rotate but since I am the only one with a recruit this month we have our choice of places. I hadn't been in this one yet so I decided we could try it together."

She led me inside and gave me a tour of the place. It was just as incredible inside. Each room was huge and there was everything you needed. There was a state of the art gym, swimming pool, spa, kitchen, games room, the works. I was shown to my room, which was almost as big as my apartment.

"I'll be down the hall. There is a pack on the bed there with the schedule of what the next 4 weeks involve. I decided that because of your review that you would be a little more comfortable in the field after a few weeks of proper training. Anyway, I'll let you settle in and I'll see you in a couple of hours," Karen said as she closed the door.

I unpacked my bag and opened the pack on the bed. When I saw the list of things that I would be doing for the next few weeks I was glad Karen had decided that the extra time would be beneficial.

My days were going to be busy. I was going to have personal training twice a day, 1 morning session and 1 evening. The rest of the day was split into categories:

1. Hosting skills

2. Personal Grooming

3. Behaviour, Manners and Etiquett

4. The Art of Seduction and Conversation and

5. Sexual Performance.

Each day there was also a block of 2 hours marked out with a large X which said nothing. Looking at my schedule I had an hour to kill so I went for a shower and changed my clothes; I felt a little grubby after the drive. I then called down to the study and met Karen for what was scheduled as a debriefing.

Karen was sitting in the study reading when I arrived down. She invited me in and she went through the schedule with me. She spoke about how The Agency had standards and what each member of the firm was expected to do. She explained that all that would happen in these 4 weeks was going to help me when I go out and start working with clients.

"Some of these things you will be good at, others you'll need time to pick up. This is all part of the job and don't worry by the time this is over you'll be an expert," she gave me a reassuring smile probably seeing how nervous I was. "Any questions?" she asked.

"Yeah," I looked at her nervously but I had to ask, "the X's on my schedule what are they for, I couldn't make out what they meant."

"Oh, that's time mapped out so that we can have sex," she answered matter of factly, my jaw must have slipped open because she then began to elaborate. "To chart your performance and how you do at different times of the day I have mapped out some time for us to have sex so I can see where you are improving and give you some notes to help your progress."

I didn't know what to say. The night I had spent with Karen had been amazing and the thought of doing something similar every day for the next 4 weeks was exhilarating. Karen and I parted ways for the night and she said that she had a meeting with some Agency heads so she would see me the next day. I didn't do much that evening, I watched a movie and went to bed early, after all I had to be up at 6 to work out.

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The next day was the most bizarre. I got up at 4.30 and had breakfast which had been specially prepared by Paul, my personal chef, who was also going to teach me how to cook gourmet meals over the next few weeks. Basically, it meant me helping him in the kitchen and asking as many questions as I could. After a great breakfast I went down to the basement where there was small, but state of the art gym.

There I met Greg. He was going to be my personal trainer. He was about my height, not huge or muscle-y but you could tell the guy was ripped. He was in his mid-40s, with salt and pepper hair. He said he was starting me off slow but he tortured me for the next 2 hours. By the time we were finished I could barely walk but Greg was cool.

"You did good today. The aim to get you a little more ripped and muscular. You still look like a teenager. Clients want a man, I know that sounds harsh but I have to be a straight talker," he said.

I nodded in agreement. I was by no means an alpha male, if this helped me with clients than I was all for it.

"You are lucky, you know," he said, "having Karen as you manager. She's one of the best. Some managers have lots of associates, Karen only ever has about 5. She likes projects and has an eye for "good guys". What she has organised for you is incredible. Stick with it and you'll be one of the best. Like I used to be".

I looked at him and I guess I shouldn't really have been surprised that he had been an associate. We had a good chat about what it was like and he gave me some good tips. The main thing that got me was I was curious as to why he left.

"I got too old. Clients tend to be on the younger side. I left uncomfortable and lost my edge, I lost my confidence. I never got it back. Plus, after about 15 years you get tired of the travelling, you know? Plus, I like what I do now. I'm lucky really."

Greg had given me a lot to think about but my days were jam packed with things to do so I left him until I our evening session.

After I cleaned up I met Karen and in the space of 5 hours I met stylists (who scanned my body so that my clothes would be tailor made specifically for me), sex therapists, etiquette specialists and a lot more. I was personally groomed, which meant waxing, shaving and being sprayed so that those things that were waxed and shaved wouldn't have to be dealt with for a while.

Another gym session and cooking lessons with Paul and my first day was over. I was glad to go to bed at the end of the day.

When I went to my bedroom I was greeted by Karen, dressed a short red night dress, with her hair loosely tied up.

"Don't worry, I know you are exhausted so we won't be having sex" she said with a wry smile.

"We won't?" I tried to hide my disappointment but couldn't. I was tired but I would muster the strength to do something.

"No, but since some our clients might want companionship and not just sex this is a little bit of practice at that".

I could see her logic but sleeping next to her and doing nothing was going to be difficult. We chatted for a little bit before going to sleep. Karen was always interested in me and I did confide in her that I didn't feel like I was doing great. She said the opposite, that I should look at the whole thing as a process and that even after today she could see an improvement. I wasn't sure she was right but I fell asleep hoping she was.

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I woke up early again the next day and got into the shower before I had to go down to the gym again. I must not have been in there a minute when the shower door opened and I turned to see Karen standing naked in front of me.

"I am very environmentally friendly, let's save water by showering together."

She walked over to me and kissed me softly on the lips. I was already had some morning wood so getting aroused wasn't a problem, plus seeing Karen naked was an added bonus. We were both under the large waterfall shower head and our hands slipped and slide over each other's wet bodies.

Karen was incredible. Every touch was instinctual but had a purpose. She turned so she was standing in front of the shower wall, she lifted her left leg and wrapped it around my hip. I grabbed underneath her thigh and helped support her as she grabbed my hard dick and guided it into her tight warm pussy. She was already wet so I slipped in with ease, as I did she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan.

The shower had a large mirrored wall, which I presume was there for occasions just like this. As the water came down I thrusted into her in a slow, steady pace, the water fell onto her beautiful perky breasts, it flicked off them as it came to her erect nipples.

Karen was obviously enjoying herself then she asked slightly breathlessly: "Are you going to be late for Greg, because we can speed this up if you want?"

With that I dropped her leg and turned her around. She placed her hands on the wall and went on her tip-toes, pushing her ass towards me and then she slowly parted her legs. I bent down a little for ease of access and then slipped inside her. Karen must have liked the deeper penetration because she left out a short but slightly higher moan than previously. I started slow but the sight of her ass hitting my hips was so good that I built up my speed quickly. Karen's moans were echoing now and she looked back at me and said "I'm close".

"Me too," I replied as I could feel the sensation building up in me. "Where should I cum?" I quickly asked.

"My ass I can wash it off afterwards" she said in an almost whisper as I pulled out and shot my hot seed all over her ass.

Karen was panting and I quickly placed my hand between her legs and continued to stimulate her and after a few short moments she tensed up and let out a short sigh of relief. I took my hand away and kissed her on the shoulder. She turned around and kissed me on the lips. "Very nice. I like how assertive you were."

I quickly finished my shower and left Karen to finish hers. Going down to Greg I had a huge smile on my face. It made the following 2 hours of torture almost worthwhile.

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The next 4 weeks were filled with similar experiences. Karen was my partner in most things. She was there for practicing my cooking skills, my etiquette etc. Every day I was improving and Karen and the experts were pushing me to get better. The biggest change was in my body. I was still skinny but Greg and even Karen noticed that my strength was better and my muscles were more noticeable.

While Karen and I had sex a lot over the few weeks it was always varied. It varied in lots of ways. The three variations that were most prominent were duration, position and location. While it was always enjoyable performing properly wasn't always the easiest. I definitely improved and gained more confidence but, in the beginning, I struggled with certain things.

Tantric sex was really difficult at first. Controlling both my orgasm and hers was difficult, plus trying to stay hard for over a long period of time was not easy no matter how hot things were. Sometimes quickies were tough too as while I found it easy to cum, Karen always made a point that for most quickies the girls want to cum as well and that most clients don't want to be left unsatisfied, especially after a quickie.

Location was fine for the most part. I had never had sex in a pool, bath or hot tub and there is a certain technique that Hildi, my sex expert, taught me helped. The biggest obstacle is to not slip out, closeness to the partner is key. It is difficult to do but slipping out means that trying to get back in can kill the mood. She also noted that for sex in water the positions are limited: "Don't try the impossible, it is impossible for a reason".

That was also a strange experience, having a person watch you have sex and comment on your technique was unnerving. I got over it though and once I was comfortable with Hildi, I definitely noticed that when I was with Karen her orgasms were becoming more intense.

Over the last week Karen and I spent most of the week together. The previous 3 weeks it had been kind of fleeting appearances here and there. The last week was different. Karen almost spent every hour with me. We ate together, worked out together and we even slept together.

We had lots of sex that week too. I had always been nervous about outdoor sex but over that week we must have had sex 4 different times outside and in a public place. We almost got caught twice but luckily, I had heard something and we managed to compose ourselves before anyone saw anything. As the 4th week came to a close Karen and I had a last meeting to discuss my progress.

"I think you've done great over the last 4 weeks," Karen said, looking through my now, very thick file. "Greg, Paul and Hildi are all really pleased with your progress. Your scores have gone up in everything. I'm proud of you."

I looked at Karen's wry smirk and couldn't help but feel good. I had gained confidence and the fact that Karen was proud of me was the most important part. It was funny how Karen had said that in this job it was important not to catch feelings. After the 4 weeks I did have feelings for Karen. Was it love? I wasn't sure. I didn't want to confront those feelings either. It was a road that wouldn't only lead to me losing this job and Karen in the process.

"I was particularly happy with you over the last week. I was kind of a dry run for when you'll be with clients. The tips you've picked up have become 2nd nature. I think you are finally ready to go out into the field" she said.

This was the news that I was waiting to hear. If I had done as well as I had hoped this was the next logical step. The 4 weeks had been great but wanted to get out into this world and finally see what I was missing out on. I left the complex and went back to my apartment with Karen's words ringing in my ears: "Keep up the workouts and stay by the phone. We'll be in touch."

As I sat down on my old couch and looked around I noticed how different my life had been over the last few weeks and I was hoping that my phone would ring as soon as possible...