Like there is an option.

"Oh um, right, so where is the bathroom?" You ask and he points. You find it and do what you must. Gripping your little man you jerk furiously then more just rub the underside of the head faster and faster till you lean forward and cum into the toilet in spurts till your body is satisfied. Wiping off every last drop you fix your makeup, smooth out your clothes, and head for the training ground.

"Never pays to be fashionably late in a job interview." Captain Montana says as you walk up. "For the tests an armored wet suit, gloves and shoes are being provided, get changed." You go into the little room and put on the neck to ankle suit, it looks like lightly textured black latex that is rather loose fitting with a button at the neck that shrinks it skin tight, an armored patch concealing your naughty bits. The cute little shoes are padded but grippy with lots of traction, and the gloves seem armored but are very light. All in place your only skin showing is above the high collar. "Up to the line." He then taps his Novacom, "Set your com to link with test one. Good. Online. Route markers in place. 7 mile run, you can hear me?"

"Yes sir."

"Go."

Running, swimming, climbing, and even a little bike ride, you race the course faster than you would imagine, the loss of mass must have at least offset the loss of strength. You get back and the captain looks at you, "Pass. Nice work Alex. 10 minute rest then put on the pack, it is 30% of your weight, then you have a one mile obstacle course and run."

"Sir." You drink down a bunch of water and just try to breathe till your next trial.

"Ready?" He finally calls out. You get on the line, the pack oh so heavy. "Go."

This time the strength loss is evident and hanging on a wooden wall he walks up to you and says, "Fail." He puts a hand on your shoulder. "Go on back to your hotel we will call you in the morning." Then he just leaves you standing there dripping wet and exhausted.