Chapter Five - Sarah Gets Advice About Her Future
There were eighteen men and women in Sarah's training class, of whom six were women. For months, they had spent weekdays in class in the East End, and weekends at the house in Devon. The pressure for performance was intense, and caused several dropouts. Sarah summoned reserves of emotional strength from her days as a small, bullied schoolgirl and toughed it out. In addition to the ordinary stress of such hard work, they were required to keep absolutely quiet about every aspect of the training.
After a particularly hard spell, she got to cry on Alan's shoulder after an hour of his working on her sore body. "You are going to throw me out because I am too beat up for sex."
He kissed and licked the back of her neck and grumbled, "I'm not throwing you anywhere, except into the drawing room carpet after chasing you naked around the house!"
She had a sudden change of heart and dashed that instant to the drawing room, falling to the deep Persian carpet with legs spread and a beckoning finger.
He roared and pounced, using his best daddy bear attack. When they first were lovers, he worried about the size discrepancy, but discovered all over body strength that few women had. As for his big cock, she praised it frequently, whispering lustily that she deserved a good seeing to. That evening, on the Persian carpet, she howled for more, letting all her pent up frustrations loose at once.
Alan, seeing his beloved in wildcat mode, returned her aggression, roaring and promising terrible attacks on every orifice. His climax was enormous, fountaining in and on her. Gasping for breath, she wailed, "The carpet! Get us a towel, please. Your mother will never forgive me."
He brought her a towel and rolled her into his arms. "Maybe I shouldn't tell you this, because I just got the best stress relief sex of my life, but in the latest report to cross my desk, you are at the top in almost every category. Not for the first time, either. How did I hook up with someone who is so talented and so motivated?"
She liked the way they fit together when she was on top. It didn't matter whether he was in her or not. She giggled and snuggled close.
He mumbled, "Not another giggle? I thought you swore off?"
She blew in his ear and giggled again. "Take me to your bed, we need to talk."
With a detour through the shower, they were quickly in each other's arms again.
"My graduation is just a couple of weeks away. What happens then? The proctor for our class is as silent as can be."
"There is method in their madness, tiger. You've noticed there are only scraps of paper confirming your acceptance into the program. And no employment information. And strictly cash payments for your living and honorarium expenses.
"This accomplishes two things. First, it gives you and the ministry deniability if you should wash out for any reason. The outside world will know only that you took an extended leave for self enhancement at some undisclosed location.
"Second, it keeps a wall between this recruitment program and our regular hiring of college graduates. When you finish, there will be a day or two when you sit with a panel of senior agents and go through the process of matching your talents to the current needs of the service. The covert service, that is.
"We haven't talked about this, but very few people are allowed to know the extent of this program for which I recruit. Reggie knows, because he has been a high level consultant to and confidant of HMG for years. But Carolyn doesn't, which is why I was careful to ask that you provide her as little information about your recent activities as possible."
"She thinks I am training for service as a diplomatic bodyguard for women."
He leaned for a kiss and pinched her prominent nipple. "What if you happen to be assigned to a diplomat who is also an agent, and also lesbian?"
She kissed back, her tongue exploring his mouth. "You'll never know, since I am sworn to secrecy under the Official Secrets Act!"
He was hard again, and she wanted more. Quickly sitting on him, she said, "Since you are receiving benefits this very moment, I want a promise that you will promote my candidacy for the best possible appointment in the service!"
He groaned and closed his eyes. She bounced and clenched and drove him mad, until another fountain erupted and she climaxed, closing her own eyes. They each had a silent thought that the other was an amazing, wonderful lover and person, but said nothing and fell together in a deep sleep.
Over a quick coffee in the morning, he said, "I guess you meant that business about my sorting a good assignment?"
"I do, but know it may be painful for both of us. It could be a long way away from London, couldn't it?"
"Yes, I'm afraid so," and they went out the door in a hurry to work.
Too soon, Sarah thought, as she arrived with the rest of the class at their last week of training. Most of it, they found out, was a series of graduation tests. The instructor was quick to tell them that no one failed these tests. "You are all going to be offered positions with the Security Service. The purpose of the tests is to establish a baseline, at the end of this phase of training, of your capabilities. Think of it as measuring your strengths across a wide spectrum of activities. When you sit down with the billeting people, the profile of results will be right before you and enable a better match."
The conclusion of the tests was on a Wednesday, after which they had a free day. A discreet little card they were handed at the last class invited them to attend a graduation ceremony at Thames House, the Security Service headquarters on the south bank. There were directions, with a notice that security was tight and please leave cell phones behind, and a further note to please arrive promptly at ten am. Attire was to be coat and tie for men, and cocktail style dresses for women.
As it happened, Alan was away for several days in Scotland, so Sarah decided to keep company with Sir Reginald and Carolyn, who fortunately were at home. When Reggie discovered Sarah had made it to graduation in her usual fine style, he was overjoyed, and insisted on a Thursday private lunch.
"I would love to take you to my club, Sarah, but today we will talk of private things and so I propose an al fresco lunch in the park near LSE?"
Walking from his office, a basket under his arm, they held hands and smiled at each other. "You've done it again, Sarah. Alan tells me your instructors are impressed that such a small package has accomplished such great results in the training program."
She gave him her best stare, and said, "It's all your fault, Sir Reginald. Without that dinner, I never would have known about this opportunity!"
He squeezed her shoulder, "And I'm damn glad I mentioned it to you. And glad to have pointed you in Alan's direction. He tells me you have rejected all his offers of marriage, saying agents do not marry and female agents do not find themselves pregnant!"
Soberly, she said, "That is true, although I am pained to say it. There is a part of me that keeps insisting I am fated for more than housewife's duty. I feel rotten about poor Alan."
Reggie laughed, "Poor Alan my foot! He's got the sexiest, smartest woman in creation in his bed most nights, and without entanglements!"
