Germany

You can’t believe it. You and Sam signed up for the buddy enlistment, so you would end up at the same first base together. However, the only way you would be assigned together would be to accept a position as a glorified secretary. But hey, at least you get to experience life in Germany.

Your first day of work arrives and you give Sam a dirty look as he gets dressed in his camo, and you have to get into your dress blues. You’ve been assigned as the base commander, Colonel Hancock, personal assistant. Some of the guys in the dorms warned you that your uniform better be perfect every time you see her, so you spend extra time making sure everything is perfect before heading out.

You knock lightly on the door to Colonel Hancock’s office and wait for her commanding voice to reply. “Come in, Airman!” she calls out.

Taking a deep breath, you step inside the immaculate office, and you salute her sharply. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and leather fills your nostrils, making you feel both excited and slightly intimidated. Colonel Hancock sits behind her pristine desk, dressed in crisp blouse that accentuates her curvy figure perfectly. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a tight bun, revealing the delicate wisps of darker blonde that frame her oval-shaped face.

She stands up from her desk and walks around you, looking up and down every inch of your uniform. She’s intimidatingly beautiful, and you can feel your pants tightening slightly as you stand there still holding your salute.

“At ease, Airman,” she says, after what feels like an eternity, returning your salute with a crisp nod before motioning for you to take a seat. As you sit down in the stiff-backed guest chair, you can’t help but notice how the fabric of your pants rubs against the bulge forming in your pants. You hope she doesn’t notice as she returns to her desk.

“Now then,” she begins, leaning forward on her elbows as she steeples her manicured fingers together, “I trust you’ve been filled in on what I expect from you?” Her green eyes bore into yours, assessing you up and down. You feel like a specimen under her scrutinizing gaze.

“Yes, ma’am,” you manage to **** out.

Colonel Hancock smiles warmly at your response before leaning back in her chair. “Good, good. Now then, this first week is going to be mostly getting settled in and learning the ropes around here.” She stands up from her desk again and begins pacing the room slowly, her skirt swishing against her thighs. You try not to stare at the enticing sway of her ass in her perfectly tailored skirt but it’s nearly impossible to look away. “I expect nothing less than perfection from you Airman,” she continues, stopping directly behind your chair and leaning down so that her breasts brush against your back. “Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.” You manage to squeak out, heart racing in both arousal and fear of disappointing her.

Colonel Hancock smiles warmly at your response before leaning back in her chair. “Good, good. Now then, this first week is going to be mostly getting settled in and learning the ropes around here.” She stands up from her desk again and begins pacing the room slowly, her skirt swishing against her thighs. You try not to stare at the enticing sway of her ass in those tight-fitting pants but it’s nearly impossible to look away. “I expect nothing less than perfection from you Airman,” she continues, stopping directly behind your chair and leaning down so that her breasts brush against your back. “Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.” You manage to squeak out, heart racing in both arousal and fear of disappointing her.

Colonel Hancock chuckles softly, a low rumble that reverberates through you. “Good,” she says, straightening up again. “Now, let’s discuss your duties.” She walks over to her desk and picks up a folder, flipping through the pages inside before turning around and facing you once more. She goes over your duties which basically boil down to doing whatever she wants you too.

“You’ll be expected to be in this office between the hours of 0700 until 1700 weekdays.” Her eyes linger on your crotch for just a moment too long before she snaps her attention back to you. “You’ll be expected to be available when needed outside of those hours,” she adds matter-of-factly. “Now then, do you have any questions for me?” She crosses her legs, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her silky pantyhose-clad thighs.