The Recruit

This is the first in what is going to be a series of stories. This one is light on the sex, because I had a lot of set up that needed to be done. Future installments will feature more and/or longer sex scenes.

The Recruit

Tom Blackburn sat at an outdoor cafe drinking coffee. He had been there for over an hour and had already drank several cups of coffee in order to keep from being asked to leave. He was there for a single purpose. That purpose was to see a girl.

Tom was at one-time part of a black ops program for the government. Since leaving the employ of the government, he has helped start and build an independent organization that the government frequently contracts.

The organization was named The Hanson Group, which was so named to be purposely deceiving. It sounds like an investment organization by design. In fact, there was a wing of the organization that did investments for several clients, which is where they get a majority of their funding for their operations.

Tom had talked to his boss, Stephanie Reid that morning. They discussed whether or not to make their move that day or wait another few days. Eventually, they came to the conclusion that now was the time to move on their target, which is why Tom was sitting at the cafe.

He saw her coming from nearly a block away. He had seen pictures of her, but hadn't yet seen her in person. He was struck by her beauty, which is normally not something they look for. Good intelligence operatives are typically the type that are plain looking, for the reason that they don't draw attention.

However, when they did a deep dive into the girl's records she stood out for multiple reasons. She's very intelligent, maintaining a 3.9 GPA through high school and three years of college. It would have been a 4.0, but one class had kept that from being the case.

Beyond the intelligence, she's very athletic and was currently on the college dive team. Because of that, she was in great shape physically. She'd also shown certain characteristics that led them to believe she would be a good target for recruitment. Her name was Rachel.

Tom watched her and her friend as they got closer to the coffee shop. He knew that Rachel frequented the coffee shop, which is why he was there. He also knew that she was usually with a friend. But, that wasn't going to be a problem.

He hit send on the messaging app on his phone. Seconds later the Tech team for The Hanson Group received the message and sent a message of their own to Rachel's friend. To the girl, it would look as if the text message came from her boyfriend.

Rachel's friend read the message and told Rachel that she had to go. Rachel smiled and told her friend she would catch up with her later. As expected, Rachel continued on to the coffee shop. Tom watched her as she approached the front door.

Tom gave a small wave to get her attention. Rachel looked at him, trying to place him. She decided that she didn't know the man. He smiled and pointed at a cup of coffee that was sitting on the table opposite him. He recited the coffee, which he knew was her usual order.

Rachel looked at the coffee, then at Tom and wondered what the hell was going on. Then, she wondered who the hell this guy was and if she should just turn around and walk away. But, she was also curious about the whole thing. Besides, they were in a public place on a college campus. What could happen?

She decided to see what this was all about. She walked over to the table. Tom stood up as she got to the table and motioned to the chair, as if to say, "Please, take a seat."

Rachel sat down. Tom watched as Rachel picked up the coffee and studied it. Tom watched her closely. Rachel sat the coffee back down without drinking it. Tom smiled. Test one was passed. A waitress came out and asked if she could get Rachel something. Rachel ordered her usual.

Tom waited until the waitress walked away. He grabbed the coffee that Rachel had decided not to drink. He took a sip and put it down on the table. "Who are you?" Rachel asked.

He ignored the question, "Why didn't you drink the coffee?" he asked.

"Would you have drank it?"

"Maybe, but why didn't you?"

"Well, a strange man asks me to sit at his table and there so happens to be a coffee that I order sitting at the table waiting on me. It's all a little...suspicious."

Tom nodded, "Good judgment. Granted, there was nothing wrong with the coffee, as you can see now. But, still good judgment."

"You never answered my question," she said.

"You're right, I didn't."

The waitress arrived and delivered Rachel her coffee. Rachel thanked the waitress, who nodded and left. Tom and Rachel looked at each other while Rachel took a drink of coffee. "So, what's this all about?" Rachel asked, taking a different tactic.

"Do you love your country?"

The question took Rachel by surprise. "Don't most Americans?"

"You'd be surprised."

Rachel thought for a few seconds, "Yes, I love my country."

"Would you serve your country, if given the opportunity?"

"What do you mean?"

"Not military, if that's what you're thinking."

"What are we talking about?"

"We've been watching you for a few months and we think you would be a great addition to our team."

"Who is we?"

"Have you ever heard of The Hanson Group?"

"No."

"Good. You shouldn't have heard of us. But, if you were to take your iPhone and google us, it would pop a result for an investment firm."

"But you're not an investment firm?"

"Oh no, we are an investment firm, but we also do other...things."

"Like what?"

"I can't tell you that, just yet."

"Why not?"

"You haven't answered if you'd like to serve your country."

"If I say yes, then you tell me what your group does?"

"I can share some, yes."

Rachel looked at Tom. She was studying him, along with trying to figure out if she was curious enough to see what he was about. Finally, she took a drink of her coffee, sat it down and said, "Yes, I'm interested in serving my country."

Tom smiled, "Excellent. Do you think politics play too much of a part in our military and intelligence services?"

"I think politicians get in the way more often than not."

"We agree."

"We? As in The Hanson Group?"

Tom nodded, "Yes. That's why we left the government and started our own organization."

Rachel was intrigued. "What exactly is it that you guys do?"

"We take the fight to those who intend to do us harm before they can hit us."

"You mean terrorists?"

"Yes, but that's not all. You may be surprised to know that there are many wealthy businessman throughout Europe and the rest of the world who fund terror organizations, or fund militias and supply them with arms."

"And you do what?"

"We make sure their money doesn't reach the terror groups or the arms dealers."

"Do you kill people?"

"Me personally? No. Some our operatives? Yes. Does that bother you?"

Rachel thought about it for a few seconds. "Depends on who these people are."

"They are far from innocent. Many are killers, sociopaths and the like."

"You have proof of that before you...eliminate them?"

Tom nodded, "We do. Nobody gets a kill order if they don't deserve it. But, that's not all we do. We also do intelligence gathering. Real, old fashioned spy work."

"What do you want from me?"

"Well, we know you have an interest in art."

"How do you know that?"

"Is it true?" he asked, ignoring her question.

Rachel nodded, "Yes."

"We want to give you a great education in art so that you can pose as an art expert."

"For what purpose?"

"As you probably know, wealthy people like to buy art to display in their opulent mansions. Some of these wealthy people are also involved in the things we discussed earlier."

"So you want me to get to close to these...monsters?"

"Yes, but only to gather intelligence on them."

"What will happen to these guys?"

"That depends on how involved they are. But, typically no harm comes to them. At least not physical harm." Rachel studied Tom's face while she thought through everything she had heard. She was intrigued.

"Hypothetically, if I were to agree, what happens with my schooling?" she asked.

"Oh, you will finish your college career. We will even cover the rest of your tuition if need be. We absolutely want you to get your degree and finish your athletic career. You will also receive training for your role at The Hanson Group."

"What does that include?"

"I'm afraid this is where we will have to stop until you sign on."

"Sign on?"

"I'm afraid we will need you to sign an NDA before you can be hired. We can discuss salary before you agree, of course."

Rachel hadn't even thought about that, but now that he mentioned it, she was curious. "Oh...yeah, I guess that might be good to know."

"You'd start out at a hundred grand a year."

"Seriously?" Rachel asked, surprised.

"Very serious."

Rachel nodded, "Okay. Do you have something for me to sign?"

"We'll have to do that later. You have a class in thirty-five minutes."

Rachel looked at her phone and saw he was right. She didn't bother asking how he knew so much about her. At least not yet. "When do we make this official?" Rachel asked.

"I'm in town for another thirty-six hours," Tom said, looking at his watch.

"How about tonight?" Rachel suggested.

"My hotel has a bar and restaurant, let's meet there, we'll need some place somewhat quiet to discuss things. If you're comfortable with that."

"Yeah, okay. What time?"

"How about seven?"

Rachel smiled, "7:30 would be better."

Tom looked at her...then nodded, "Okay. 7:30. I'll text you the address later," Tom said standing up and shaking Rachel's hand.

As he walked down the sidewalk, Rachel said, "I didn't give you my phone number."

Tom turned the corner and smiled to himself. Rachel had proved to be even better than he had thought she would be. She had passed all the tests he had thrown at her. The last was the one he found amusing. He knew she practiced until 6:30 and that it would be hard for her to make a 7:00 appointment.

But, some people are so willing and ready to say yes, that they don't push back a little and offer a different time. Rachel had no issue doing that, in fact, she even smiled while doing it. He was already liking Rachel and her attitude and the way she carried herself.

Once inside his rental car he pulled out his phone and sent a green light emoji to Stephanie back at the headquarters of The Hanson Group. She replied a few seconds later, "What time?"

"7:30."

"Assessment?"

"The real deal."

"Great. Can't wait to meet her."

* * * * *

Rachel walked into the restaurant and scanned the room looking for Tom. She found him in a back corner with his back facing the wall. Tom watched her walk across the restaurant. She held her head upright, leading with her chin.

She had perfect posture and obviously was a confident young woman. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw several men turn their heads to watch her as she passed them. Once again, he stood up as Rachel approached. He waited for her to sit down, before doing the same. "Thanks for coming," he said.

"Did you doubt I would?"

"Not one bit. Would you like to eat before talking business?"

"I'd rather do business first, that way I can get a better idea of what I'm getting myself into."

"As you wish."

* * * * *

Over the next hour the two discussed The Hanson Group. Once their plates were cleared, they ordered coffee and dessert. While they waited for it, Rachel asked what was next. "Next? You will begin your training. In fact, it starts now."

"Really?"

Tom smiled. "Rule number one when meeting with an asset, whether in a coffee shop, restaurant or whatever. Always get the seat in the corner of the room."

Rachel glanced around and noticed that's where they were seated. "You mean like this table?"

"Exactly. The reason is it allows you to see the entire room. To see all exits. Always know where the exits are and plan your potential escape."

Rachel nodded that she understood as her mind raced to remember where some of the exits were. Tom continued, "Let's say someone attacks you right now. What do you see that you could use to defend yourself?"

Rachel looked at the table. "Knife. Fork."

"That's good. How about the chair you're sitting in? How about that fire extinguisher on the wall? Or the plate on the table next to us. Or the wine glass? You have keys in your purse?"

"Yeah, I do."

"You can stick an individual key between your fingers so they stick out. Not many people can handle a few punches like that."

"How did you think of all that stuff?" Rachel asked.

"It's something you learn. Soon, most things you see, you will see as a potential weapon, if the need arises."

"Is this something that I'm going to need, though?"

"Let's hope not. But, it's better to be prepared, right?"

Rachel nodded, "Good point."

"What are your thoughts on guns?"

"Will I need to use one?"

"You will need to be trained in weapons, whether that's guns, knives or explosives."

"Why? I thought I was supposed to use my love of art."

"We want you to be trained to defend yourself."

"Have you killed people?" Rachel asked, curious.

Tom knew that he was going to have to answer some of Rachel's questions, otherwise she would never trust him and that wasn't going to work. He nodded, "Yes, I have."

Rachel looked at Tom, but didn't say anything, just nodded slightly. "How did it effect you?"

"Years ago, I was in Casablanca, working for the government and things went sideways on an op. A gunfight ensued, I had to kill someone or they were going to kill me. I had to get out of where I was and hopped a train.

"Once I got seated and the train was moving and I felt somewhat safe enough to think about relaxing I started shaking before getting sick in the bathroom. This is real life, it's not like what you see in TV or movies."

"It's been like that every time?"

"Yes, but honestly, it's not something I've had to do that many times. But you will meet people who have been in various war zones and have had to kill people. In fact, you're going to be trained by one."

"I am?"

Tom nodded, "His name is Chase. He's a former Navy SEAL and is one of our top operators at The Hanson Group. You'll meet him soon."

"Anything else?"

"So much more, Rachel. But, we won't overwhelm you with too much information at once."

The two enjoyed their dessert while talking about Rachel's college experience so far. Tom purposely avoided talking about "work," for the rest of the evening before saying goodnight to Rachel.

* * * * *

Just before Rachel left her dinner with Tom he had told her that she couldn't tell anyone about anything they had discussed. Her boyfriend had sent her a text just after he had gotten off work and asked her to stop by his apartment. It was on the way back to her own apartment, so she agreed.

Not long after she had gotten into the apartment, they were already in his bedroom. Her top and bra were already on the floor. His hand was on her breast, gently squeezing it. His tongue was entwined with hers. As much as she tried to shut things out, she was having a hard time focusing.

Her boyfriend leaned down to kiss the tops of her breasts one at a time. She rubbed her hand along the front of his jeans, feeling that he was already hard. He began to lick and suck on her nipples. Rachel popped open the button and slid the zipper down with ease.

She squeezed his hardness through the thin material of his boxers, then pushed them along with his jeans down. She smiled when she touched his cock and felt it twitch. She wrapped her hand around him and slowly stroked his hardness.

He released her nipple and stood up straight. Rachel quickly knelt in front of him and licked across the head of his manhood. That one little move sharpened her focus and everything in her head about what had happened that day vanished.

She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock while he moaned in appreciation. Rachel took more of him into her mouth. She casually slid down inch by inch until she had three-quarter's of his cock in her warm mouth. That was all she could manage, but it was more than enough.

As she began to slide back and forth, he reached down and placed a hand on her shoulder. The more pleasure he felt, the more his grip tightened. His hips slowly started to thrust back and forth, a little at first, but slowly thrusting a little more.

She knew he was getting close. They had been together enough times to read his body cues. She wasn't surprised when he stepped back and his cock fell from her mouth. They quickly slipped out of the rest of their clothes and moved to the bed.

He climbed onto the bed and pushed her legs further apart. He wasted no time in moving between her thick, toned thighs. Rachel let out a moan the second his tongue touched her lips. His tongue slid inside of her before slipping out and over lips and around her clit.

Sliding his tongue back down, he used it to slid her wet folds into his mouth to lightly suck on them. Rachel's hands went to her breasts. She squeezed them off and on while also tugging on her nipples here and there, making them stiffer.

Out of nowhere, he pulled back the hood of her clit and gave it a few quick licks, making Rachel gasp and moan. He gently wrapped his lips around her clit and lightly swiped his tongue over it, then began to barely suck on it.

Rachel's toes curled and her back arched. He began to flick his tongue back and forth, driving her further into her orgasm. Had his roommate been home, he surely would have heard her moaning and panting. Finally, the wave receded and she melted onto the bed.

After several seconds she felt the bed moving. She managed to open her eyes enough to see her boyfriend of fourteen months inching closer to her. She felt the head of his cock touch, then part her lips as he slid inside of her.

With how wet she was from her orgasm, he was able to slide deep inside of her with little to no resistance. Once she felt his balls resting on her ass, she knew what to expect. He slowly began to thrust in and out of her. Every so often, she would tighten her muscles around his cock, making him groan in pleasure.

Because he knew he couldn't withstand much of that and he was eager to feel his own pleasure he began to thrust faster and harder. He grunted with the effort. It took her by surprise. She hadn't been aware of how close she was until it hit her. Her orgasm crashed over her.

She was so lost in that moment, she wasn't aware of the sounds he was making or even his movements inside of her. Suddenly she felt him removed his cock from her pussy. Her eyes opened in order to see what he was doing.

She opened them in time to see the first spurt of cum shoot out of his cock. She watched it land on her stomach, near her belly button. Another spurt landed just short of that one. Each successive blast of cum flew shorter and with less volume, until he had to squeeze the last drop out.

"Fuck Rach, that was intense."

She nodded and smiled, "I came so hard."

~ ONE MONTH LATER ~

Rachel arrived at the old farmhouse. From the outside, it didn't look like much, but on the inside it was state of the art technology everywhere. In the old barn there was a gym that looked like a gym goers wet dream. In the basement of the farmhouse, behind a bank vault door was a small armory.

Rachel and Tom were sitting at the kitchen table, enjoying a cup of coffee when Tom's mentor, Harry Jackson walked in. "What the fuck is this?" the old man said.

Rachel glanced up at the old man, who was pushing seventy, even though she initially thought he was in his early fifties based on his appearance. Tom looked at Harry, "How the hell have you been Harry?"