Prologue
Barbara dressed and left the office as Bradley logged in to complete Barbara's interview file. He was not content with her level of participation. She had complied with his instructions but had left him to perform most of the exertions. She had not invited Debra to stay and join them or help out. Her natural instincts needed maturing before she could become a good assistant or later on, a field operative. He gave her middling scores and did not recommend a hire, citing her need to gain more openness in her sexuality. He expected his assistants to be livelier in their roles and duties.
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Barbara was nearing Krista's office when Anna skipped out. In the doorway, she brightly turned and gushed her gratitude.
"Thank you for hiring me into the training program. I'm going to work long and hard every day to echo TWS's faith in me. See you Monday."
Barbara watched Anna leave. She knew there were two openings and hoped she got selected for the other one. She knocked tentatively on Krista's open door.
"Oh, Barbara, please come and close the door. Let's debrief your interview and practicum."
Barbara sat as Krista quickly scanned the onscreen form.
"I see you were unexpectedly disturbed during your practicum. How did that go?"
"Well, I was polite to Debra and Mr. Bradley waited until she left to continue."
"I see...have you ever been interrupted like that before during sex... or had an audience?"
"Not that I recall. I was usually someplace more private and secure."
"So... that was a new kind of experience?"
"Yes, I guess so."
Krista was getting a sense of shyness and reluctance from Barbara. Krista would need to end this gently.
"I am sorry about this but I don't think that the interrupted practicum was a true test of your abilities and aptitudes. I want to reschedule you for another practicum later. Unfortunately, our schedule is pretty full right now. Can we call you when a time slot arises?"
"Yes, ma'am. "
Barbara looked disappointed and didn't cover it very well. Krista understood why some of Barbara's evaluation comments were not the best. TWS hired junior assistants with future operational potential in mind. They provided robust training and unending practice. But some things needed to be instinctive: initiative, persistence and stoic demeanor. Krista rose behind her desk.
"That's good. In the meantime, you should keep in top shape for the next practicum. Strive for diverse practice sessions with any man you meet at work, at the market or in your neighborhood. Three times a day can be very beneficial. Age is not important; older men can often teach you a new trick or two. Try some furtive, semi-public venues. When our call comes, we want you to be in tip-top shape to really nail your practicum. Good luck, good hunting and we will be in touch."
Krista guided Barbara out of her office. As she watched Barbara head to the elevator, she thought about her advice. Yes, the buxom Barbara wasn't yet TWS material. But some lucky men in her world would soon be savoring a tasty new treat named Barbara as she sought out specialized work-skills development opportunities.
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Present Day
Barbara exited the revolving lobby doors of the building housing Total Woman Security Headquarters. She had coveted this interview opportunity for months after she had graduated from the associated Total Woman Academy. It had been going okay until the practicum. As one of the executives was putting her through her paces, his secretary had unwittingly disturbed them as Barbara was bent over his desk about to be mounted. Darn the Luck! After greetings and introductions, the secretary had departed and the executive had finished her off. Apparently though, it had been not enough to suitably complete the interview process and she had not been hired... yet.
Krista, the Chief Executive, had been considerate, advising Barbara to remain 'tuned-up' for her out of the blue makeup practicum. Barbara was committed in her heart to follow that plan. She headed for her loft apartment downtown.
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It was late night in the upscale hotel bar. Barbara was sitting alone at a remote table near the idle baby grand piano, watching the bar empty as the lingering patrons wandered up to their rooms for what sleep was available for the remainder of the night. It was late and a lone tuxedoed gentleman and the bartender were the only ones left, in quiet discussion at the oak and brass bar as they occasionally glanced her way.
The bartender walked to her table and set a drink before her. "Complements of the gentleman at the bar" he said. She tipped her glass to the gentleman who responded from across the room with a reflective tip of his head and glass. The bar tender asked if she needed anything else; his shift was ending and he was closing up the bar service. She was welcome to stay and unwind as long as she wanted.
Barbara declined anything more from the bar. The bartender cleaned up and rolled down the security screen, locking the liquor up for the night. He whispered briefly to the tuxedoed gentleman before departing and closing the brass and dark oak doors that separated the bar from the hotel lobby. The gentleman finished his drink. He climbed off his stool and headed for the lobby doors; Barbara thought he was leaving her alone in the room. Instead, he threw the deadbolt lock and sauntered back towards her table. Standing tall before her, he quietly spoke to Barbara.
"You're out late; any particular reason or just chilling the night away?"
Barbara wasn't sure how to respond but found some words. "Just a girl out on the town."
