Bend Over!

By

Annabel Bastione

 

Copyright © 2012 by Annabel Bastione

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"RECRUITS, ATTEN... TION!"

I jolt back into reality. My right leg involuntarily shivers slightly. Her commanding voice sends nothing but fear into me. From the corners of my eyes, I see my platoon mates standing up straight, motionless like a statue. Their heads tilt slightly above normal eye level. About forty-five degrees towards the sky, she would say.

My hands clench into tightly balled fists as I try to ignore the itch of sweat running down my back. She has been training our drill discipline and commands the whole morning. It is exhausting and arduous. I glance briefly at the recruit in front of me. His cotton exercise shirt was soaked through, turning it a darker shade of olive-green. I cannot see my sweaty self right now, but I know for a fact that I'm as stressed and fatigued as he is. This bullshit had better end soon, or else I'm going to report sick!

She walks on by the recruit in front of me. Poor guy, his leg is trembling too. Her stern face reflects one of sheer discipline, holding herself and her recruits to the highest standards. I remember joking with some of the guys about how hot she is, wondering what a sexy looking chick like that was doing out in some isolated military camp surrounding herself with horny, young men. Of course, our banter and lack of respect would soon disappear when she parted her luscious lips, screaming for us to run ten laps around the field at night in the pouring rain. I can't help but to shudder at the memory best buried in the recesses of my mind.

We're supposed to look straight, but cheekily, I move only my eyes, visually following her curvaceous figure through the ranks as she inspects us recruits. Truth be told, if only she kept that loud, scary voice of hers shut away, any soldier in the whole camp would bone her in a heartbeat, me included. Hell, even with that voice and demeanor of hers, with so many desperate, lonely recruits out here wondering where they went wrong in life, she'd still have no shortage of suitors.

Oh shit, she's in my rank approaching fast!

The shakes uncontrollably start up again as her pounding footsteps grows louder and louder, striking my heart repeatedly with shot after shot of pure fear. I catch her figure from the corner of my eye before almost instantly looking back ahead, finding a random cloud in the sky to focus my eyes on.

Her footsteps stop.

Fuck.

"RECRUIT JOHNSON! WERE YOU LOOKING AT ME?!"

FUCK!

"N-no ma'am!" I muster weakly, wondering if she'll take the bait.

She doesn't.

"ARE YOU SURE?"

"Y-y-yes ma'am."

Is she testing me?