Well Earned Promotion

Victoria sat at her desk in her office with her head supported in her hand, her eyes half shut and her eyelids growing heavier by the second as she stared on at the computer screen. Her other hand tapped on the mouse to dismiss one candidate after the next. She shut her eyes tight, rubbed the bridge of her nose and let out an exasperated sigh before leaning back in her chair and clicking through another bio after skimming through it. She turned to the document left on her desk and grimaced at it as if to place the blame on the paper itself.

She found it laying on her desk when she came in the morning of and was pleased to find that she was going to be getting a promotion soon. What she had been less thrilled about was the requirements of this promotion. She would receive a promotion to the rank of General and with that she'd need to choose a Lieutenant to act as her second in command, bodyguard, and assistant. This was common practice among the Canopy Security, a private military contractor, as the higherups thought it instilled a sense of comradery among their soldiers. They preferred having their higher-ranking officers choose someone they trust over someone who just did well on a few tests.

Additionally, it showed the recruits that it didn't matter who they were, why they were here, or where they came from. So long as someone felt you could get a job done, anyone could go from the lowest rank of a Recruit to that of a Lieutenant before their first year had even finished. With this new rank, of course, came responsibilities, many of them far out weighting the bragging rights and authority that came with the title of becoming a General's second in command. Because of this, many chose to forgo the promotion in favor choosing a different path, one that came with far less stress.

Right now, though, that was exactly what Victoria had been experiencing. She let out another exasperated sigh and clapped her hands against her face to palm across her cheeks and rub her eyes.

"One more and we take a break for a bit," Victoria said to herself. The difficulty in finding a Lieutenant wasn't a matter of trust, but a matter of skill with the soldiers and students she had to pick from. Many of them had potential; given a watchful eye and a stern hand, they'd be the pride of the Canopy Security. At this moment however, it was just that, potential. Victoria had already decided that she was not looking for a homework assignment. She needed someone that could act on their own, didn't need prior or further training or have their hand held, she needed someone like You.

Victoria's brows raised as she looked over your bio. You were a fourth-year student at the local military academy, the very same Victoria attended herself, but still only held the rank of recruit. You were twenty-two years old, in the academy since you were eighteen but from the comments of your peers, you looked for any way for someone to kick you out. Your teachers and commanding officers constantly described you as obstinate. More said you had a problem with authority. It had also been a running joke among the officers and teaches that they were placing bets as to when the head master would finally get sick of your shenanigans and kick you out. It was a joke Victoria did not find funny.

You had your own merit, that was plain to anyone who saw your bio. More than once you came close to setting records in combat simulations, sparring and physical training. A few of them surpassing even Victoria's own personal records. Victoria entertained the thought further and further the more she read into your bio. With your hard-headed nature, you'd no doubt be a project and a half. But Victoria thought that if she could manage to get you to accept, then perhaps she could show the recruits that Canopy doesn't believe in lost causes, perhaps even show the other officers that a specific touch was all you needed.

Victoria smirked and scoffed at these thoughts before clicking on the bio to select you as the candidate. There would be no need to review this as many of Victoria's fellow officers knew better than to question her choices. With that, she sent off an email to you, keeping it intentionally cryptic as to not draw attention to you or herself and just asking you to meet her later this week.

~Days later~

When you received the email asking for a Specialist Dowell to see you personally, you thought this was going to be a disciplinary hearing if not an outright court martial. Then again, if that were the case then why was it phrased as a request? Regardless, you and the Specialist decided on a time to meet in her office. You had already started heading towards her quarters in no real hurry, knowing you were already a few minutes late and didn't see a point in running and getting your stuffy uniform stained with sweat.

When you arrived at the door to Victoria's office, you gave her door a firm knock and the usual query for permission to enter. You stood there, waited for a moment, sighed and rolled your eyes and knocked again. You asked if anyone had been in there and kept knocking just till Victoria caught your attention by coming up beside you. She held a cup of coffee in one hand and regarded you with a raised brow.

"I'm surprised you're here this early, I thought you'd be later." Victoria droned and opened her door, proceeding into her office as she directing you to take a seat.

When you murmured something under your breath, Victoria's head shot around to regard you with an inquisitive glare. With that, you thought better of repeating what you said, just this once.

As you took a seat, Victoria perched herself onto the front of her desk after she set her coffee mug down. Victoria leaned back where she sat on the desk, her hands held behind her to support herself. She held you in her gaze for some time and you had to fight your own instincts to not allow a shiver to shoot down your spine. Furthermore, you also had to resist the urge to make another comment about the situation at hand. You bit your tongue, drew in a deep breath and issued an already exasperated sigh as you leaned back in your chair.

You asked why you were here exactly and if this was meant to be yet another pep talk, Victoria could just save her breath. What surprised you after you said this, was the smirk that played on Victoria's lips. It was slight, like you had to know it was there to even find it.

It was around this time that you noticed the uniform Victoria had been wearing was a deviation of the standard officer uniform. You remembered that she found herself in a pair of slacks, but this time around, she took to wearing a pencil skirt that formed around her hips, thighs and waist. Your eyes traced from her ankles swathed in white leggings all the way up her long slender legs till they filled out to her full thighs hugged so tight in that skirt she'd been wearing. When Victoria pulled herself up onto her desk further and crossed her legs over one another. You were sure she had noticed your gawking and found yourself unable to look her in the eyes. Perhaps out of a sense of self-preservation.

When you did catch a periphery glance at her face, you came to notice her full lips curling more into a trammeled smile than a smirk. Victoria scoffed under her breath, placed her hands at her knee and rolled her shoulders back to sit straight and proper.

"You seem distracted Recruit; something on your mind?" Victoria asked, seemingly refusing to answer your other question while she wore a knowing smirk about her face. At her own inquiry however, you did look up for a moment to lock your eyes with hers before turning your head away at the feel of your heart skipping a beat in your chest.

In the back of your mind, you berated yourself. There was no reason for you to be acting like this, she was just another stuffy recruiter in another stupid uniform from a pretentious private military contractor. Your teeth grit inside your skull as you turned back to Victoria, feeling emboldened if not for the fact that you still wore a faint blush on your cheeks.

You asked, more so,

demanded

why you were called here. It was obvious you felt your time was being wasted here or perhaps you were part of a joke that you were not privy to.

"I'd like to make you an offer Recruit, I'll spare you the talk about trying to get you on the right track or trying to get you to focus and just say this; I want you as my lieutenant." Victoria herself felt the air chill around the two of you after you said it and noticed a hint of color wash from your face.

You asked her to repeat herself, perhaps even tripping over your words at this request.

"I, want you, to become, my Lieutenant." Victoria explained again, her words and pauses deliberate. She hopped from her perch on the desk and began to circle around you; taking a gloved hand and grazing the tips of her fingers along your shoulders as she circled behind you. Your breath hitched in your throat at this before you exhaled and tried to calm your frayed nerves. "What do you say?" Victoria asked as she placed her hands at your shoulders, standing behind you now.

After a moment to compose yourself, you squared your shoulders and asked her why; of all the students, officers and what have you, why did she decide to choose you?

At this, Victoria gave your shoulders a firm squeeze and rolled her hands along the muscles of your shoulders. If this was meant to make you relax, Victoria was doing a fantastic job. You sighed out and rolled your neck as your shoulders fell slack at your sides.

"What most other officers would describe as obstinate or undisciplined, I'd see as... autonomy. If you were to accept the offer I'm putting forward, you'd take on several titles, one of which being my personal body guard. I think your skills with a firearm speak for themselves and I would much rather have someone who won't wait for orders at my side." Victoria's hands brushed across your shoulders and began to slide their way down your torso, smoothing out the vest you wore and wrapping around your waist.

You could feel the Specialist's chest at the back of your head, firm, soft, and warm to the touch. Victoria leaned in closer, resting her head at your shoulder as her lips were only a flick away from your ear.

"What do you say?" Victoria whispered, the breath of her words hitting your ear while her soft voice consumed your senses for a moment.

You tell Victoria that you're not looking to make a career working for Canopy. You're just here to get your diploma and go freelance.

"What I failed to mention is that you'd be sharing quarters with me as well, two full sized beds with full amenities. Far more accommodating than what you're used to, I'm sure," As she spoke, you could feel the shadow of her lips and the warmth of her breath across your skin.

The paranoia addled parts of your mind began to size up the situation. The little voice in the back of your head told you that this was all trap. That the moment you made any advance on her she would turn around and report you for sexual assault and have you out of here with your reputation beyond repair.

You lowered your head, clenched your fists and stood. Victoria pulling away from you just as you got to your feet to avoid having your shoulder hit her square in the chin. You felt her hands withdraw to her sides and saw from the corner of your eye that she took a step away from you. Without saying anything more, you started for the door. The only thoughts you allowed yourself to occupy your mind were leaving this place and this situation behind you. When you reached for the knob, however, you recoiled at the sight of a hand that appeared there. Victoria standing arms reach from the door and keeping it in place. You grimaced and seized the knob only to find that it wouldn't budge even against your full might. You growled under your breath, peered over your shoulder, pursed your lips and kept your fists clenched. You didn't need to say a word, Victoria already knew that if it came down to it, you'd sooner kick down the door before entertaining these depraved games any further.

"I don't appreciate having my time wasted Recruit," Victoria snapped and stepped closer to you; her heels clicking with her long stride till she came around in front of you and crossed her arms under her bust. Her back leaning up against the door "I also don't recall giving you permission to leave!"

You remembered that your superior officers only used this stance whenever they were especially irritated, but you still couldn't shake your prior thoughts. You drew your attention over to the way Victoria's breasts pushed in together underneath her uniform. You turned your eyes to look up at her and found the look on her face to say that she was fully aware of your gawking now. Victoria seemed to think this was permission for her to stare herself as she made it a point to allow you to trace her eyes down to your crotch where she could see the way she had caught your attention. The way it ran down the leg of your pants and strained against the fabric. You followed Victoria's eyes to notice what she'd been staring at and turned away with a heavier blush on your cheeks now.

"I don't know what kind of woman you think I am either," Victoria's tone was softer now, a sultry whisper as she closed the distance between the two of you.

She reached out a hand and you felt it graze across your chin, directing your attention over to her. When you turned to face her, your eyes locked with hers. The way she held your face in her eyes made air around you too thin to breath. When she stepped forward again and placed her hands at your shoulders, her chest pressing up against yours, you placed your own hands at her hips and held her ever so lightly. The fury you felt before quelled in an instant and, in its place, a deeper instinct took over. Your heart was still trembling, but at a harder beat now.

"I don't normally do this sort of thing, but if this is what it takes to convince you to stay, then there are far worse things that have been asked of me," Victoria said, her voice still that soft humming tone. Her hands tracing along your shoulders again and smirking at the way you drew in a sharp breath. Her finger tips played along your neck till she cupped your face in her hands. Victoria cocked her head off to the side, her smile widening as she let out a genuine giggle that you couldn't help but fall for, just before she closed her eyes and leaned in close.

You felt her lips against yours and hadn't fought back against her advances. Your mind was a muddled, clouded mess. Your heart was racing, your hands shaking. You drew your arms around Victoria's waist to press her further into your body if only to hold her tight enough that you yourself wouldn't shake to pieces.

When she pulled away from you, the moment you two shared felt all too fleeting. You shifted where you were, only now truly realizing where you had been in this moment and began to pull your hands away from Victoria's waist. As your grip loosened over her, you found that Victoria's only grew tighter as she drew you in and held you tight.

"I can see the way you look at me, it's painted all over your face." Victoria began and stretched her arms over your shoulders, lacing her fingers behind your neck. "Your military baring was never something of a strong suit for you, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't look at you the same way after I saw your profile. Though I think my own gawking was far more tactile." Victoria said with a teasing giggle and when she felt you pull yourself closer to her, she quickly stepped off to the side, turned you around and shoved you up against the door with a thud.

Before you could realize what was going on, she already had your wrist held behind your back with her opposite hand already trying to push off from the door. When you noticed how easily you could break out of this hold, you knew that she meant nothing serious by this. Peering over your shoulder, you gave her a side long glance and asked what exactly she was planning here.

"Just this once, do as your told," Victoria whispered and took your other wrist in her hand and pinned you up against the wall, your hands held above your head as your torso still pressed up against the locked door. You hadn't fought back against this, but you did look over your shoulder in curiosity as to what was going to come next.

Victoria's hands snaked around your waist and traced her fingers along your torso, feeling along your abs, the space between your toned pectorals till her slender fingers teased at your neck. The tips of Victoria's fingers tucked under the collar of your uniform and tugged lightly at the buttons till they popped away. With an expected skill and grace that could only come from a Specialist such as her. She was able to strip away your dress shirt and vest from your body; with a quick swipe of her hand, your chest lay bare. She pulled on your shoulder and turned you around to face her and you instinctively kept your arms above your head.

You couldn't help but draw a flattered smile at the look on Victoria's face as she eyed your bare chest, her eyes tracing along the contours of your toned athletic form. The way her eyes squinted when you flexed your muscles, the subtle bite to her lower lip and the hum you could only hear in the silence of her office. When her eyes snapped up to meet yours, the nerve to your smile was all but lost just till you felt Victoria take your hands and place them at her neck. When you tucked your fingers under the collar of her blouse, you looked up to her to confirm this was what she wanted. With a nod of approval from Victoria, you plucked at the first button and began to work your way down her blouse, inch by inch.

At the time you reached her waist, Victoria reached up and pulled a pin from her hair causing her crimson locks to fall and flow over her chest and shoulders. When you looked up, you found yourself taken aback by the utter majesty of how she looked. With a single hair pin, she had gone from the feared and respected Canopy Security Specialist Victoria Dowell, to just simply Victoria. When she smiled and giggled at you, a blush playing at her cheeks, you could feel yourself coming to a sense of ease around her as you plucked the final button away and stripped off her blouse and vest, tossing it away with your own uniform.

Victoria wasn't about to wait for you to do away with her skirt. With a clip undone and a sway of her hips, it dropped to the floor around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her lacy panties and bra along with her thigh high stockings. Even as she laid herself bare before you, her confidence never waved for a second. Hints of her military upbringing still plain on her face even as she smiled and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear.

You placed your hands at her hips again and pecked your lips at her collar bone. You were surprised to feel the way Victoria wrapped her hand around the back of your neck as if to hold you there for a moment longer. You kept your head bowed and pulled yourself in closer, pressing your still throbbing member up against her to remind the two of you why you were here.

You whispered to her that you thought she was beautiful, and you meant every word of it.

"Flattery will get you nowhere Recruit," Victoria said and drew her leg up around your waist and pressed her hips up against yours in reciprocation. When she pulled her leg down, she wrapped it around the back of your knee, pulling your leg out from under you. With one quick shove, you were on the floor with Victoria straddling your lap, her hips grinding up against your bulge. "Now then, if you can't outlast me, I'll be making you do endurance training until you can,"

Victoria took your hands to place them at her chest. Your fingers sinking into the soft skin as Victoria shrugged the straps of her bra from her shoulders and reached her hands behind her back to unclip her bra. It didn't take you long to rip it away and toss it into the ever-growing pile of clothes. Before you even had a chance to marvel at her breasts, Victoria pressed your face up against her tits and played with the hair at the back of your head.