1. A New Day, A New You part 15


    Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Fiction, Asian, Blowjob, Male/Female, Romance, Violence, Author: P.O.I., Rating: 84.6, Source: sexstories.com

    says if you won’t even listen to the one assigning you,” Watkins asks rhetorically. “What time is the evaluation supposed to start,” I ask and watch his eyebrows perk up. “Nine AM tomorrow they undergo conditioning and will have three days to practice before they certify with you. Watch them, guide them and if they aren’t qualified to your liking then make them qualified,” Watkins informs me with a smile,” Just don’t hurt any of them too badly.” I nod before being dismissed, he wins again. Training rookies while they get field certified in hand to hand, yes it happens at Quantico but your first field office usually makes sure you can do it to their field specifications. It’s more of the ‘we want it our way’ bullshit and I had to do it too when I arrived only I passed my tests with flying colors. I finish out my day taking care of a field surveillance communication that needs to be processed by someone other than me and head home. I have a loft apartment with all the basics for living. Flat screen TV not as big as I’d like but bigger than most, a queen sized bed that usually only sees me because I don’t bring women home unless I have no other option and my personal laptop that has an encryption on it that will keep even Jun out of it. Biggest thing I worried about when I walked away was Jun, Guy would try to kill me but Jun could ruin me in a heartbeat and I’d never be able to stop him. I think about what little I know about Jun and that has me thinking about Natsuko. I ...
    should have seen her instead of Guy when I went back and tried to bait him into coming after me. I figured I’d see him by now lurking around but he’s probably still at his home taking care of the kids. I settle in for a recap of the latest MMA bout, a bunch of people who slam into each other in a cage. Real fights go till someone can’t be recognized as a person with a face. I spent enough time making money beating the tar out of truck drivers and ex military jack offs in Texas to know the difference. Still pretty to look at too at 6’1” with my short groomed black hair done all spiky. It helps me look as young as I want. Add to that I work out five to seven days a week as a time killer, I had a nickname when I first arrived that didn’t stick. Senior agents called me Calvin, as in the underwear guy. Funny at first but not so much now that I’m not a rookie and don’t go into the field. Tuesday through Friday I spend with the new agents, six it total consisting of two males and four females. Most are in decent shape with one male and one female in better than average shape but the hand to hand skill check up is lacking. Most will rely on firearm and numbers but in a fight they will get hurt or worse die. I emphasize this in one on one sparring drills that end with new agents in pain and me barely breaking a sweat. Weekend is open for me and since I have no paperwork I go through basic living. For those who’ve been single and don’t have their job beating down their door it’s eat, sleep, ...