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Chapter 3 by johnnyy johnnyy

What's the story?

An Army Recruitment Seminar

Sergeant Tara Kolgen marched down the hallway of the Community College recalling the words of the speech she had been memorizing for the past month. She had done a few of these army recruitment promotions before, but never for college students. The thought of being stuck in a room with a bunch of rowdy frat boys made her eyes roll on instinct. However, if she was going to make Major one day she knew better than to complain about the jobs her superiors gave.

Arriving at the auditorium, she was greeted by her superior, Major Falkon, who showed around the speaking area. The students had not arrived yet, leaving Tara to take in the size of the empty room. Seeing the hundreds of empty seats almost made her a bit nervous for what was to come.

"We're thankful you were willing to present for us, Sergeant," the Major exclaimed, "The Army looks proudly on willing soldiers."

"I'm always more than happy to help," Tara knew how to butter up her superiors, just do as they said without question, and quickly you'd become their favorites.

"That's great to hear," Falkon smiled, "Because I wanted to make some slight adjustments to the presentation if that would be okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, these students are easily distracted, if we want to get those recruit numbers up then we've got to go big!" Major Falkon exclaimed, sticking his chest out.

"So, what? Should I do a backflip or something during my speech?

"I'll leave the backflips to your discretion, Sergeant, but I and several campus attendees have decided we should try for a change from the usual promotion tactics," the Major then pulled out a small deck of flashcards and handed them to the Sergeant, "Here's your new script."

Tara quickly flipped through the deck in confusion, "Wait, you're changing the entire script? I haven't had time to practice this. It might not sound good."

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll make it work," the Major smiled, "Also we've decided to change your uniform a bit. just to keep things… interesting."


It was mere moments before the presentation. The auditorium was packed with an array of chattering students. Tara could hear them from backstage. Her body jittered with nervous energy as she again flicked through the notecards of her new speech.

"What was the Major thinking," she wondered to herself, "giving me a new speech at the last second was bad enough, but making me wear this outfit… if you can even call it that…"

Looking down at herself she glared at the canteen hanging from around her neck. While its straps covered her nipples and the flask itself concealed her crotch, there was no hiding the fact that she was not wearing anything behind the canteen.

Suddenly the sound of the noisy crowd died down.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the United States Army recruitment seminar," the Major's voice boomed through the speakers, "We are more than happy to tell you everything about our great Military, and we hope by the end of this presentation you'll join up!" the groans of the crowd could be heard even from backstage, "Now, I'd like to introduce your speaker for the night, Sergeant Tara Kolgen!"

Half-hearted applause swept through the crowd.

Taking a breath, Tara put on her brightest smile and stepped out from behind the curtains. Audible gasps could be heard as she came into view. The Sergeant blushed, however, her picturesque smile did not disappear as she carefully made her way to the microphone at the front of the stage.

Every step was tense as the canteen swung back and forth subtly, threatening to expose her lower half. Tara held the straps firmly in place over her breasts, in an attempt to stabilize them as best she could.

Finally standing in front of the microphone, she finally got a clear look at the crowd. It was a sea of excited murmuring and disbelieving stares. Some students even had their phones out, recording her humiliation for posterity.

Looking down at the note cards clutched in her shaky hands, Tara began, "H-hello everyone, I'm glad you could all make it to this army r-recruitment seminar. I'm hoping this presentation will be both informing as well as inspiring as we speak about your m-military and how you can join."

She looked out to the crowd, every leering eye was on her without exception. Though she felt a deep sense of humiliation at her current predicament, this was the first time she had seen a crowd this focused on her before. Maybe the Major was onto something…

She continued, "But first before I take you on a trip through our military. I feel we must take a moment to salute our flag. I will now turn and lead you all in the Pledge of Allegiance."

As the words left her mouth, the curtain behind her flew open. She turned her head to see a giant American flag. The familiar instrumental of the United States national anthem began to blare from the speakers as Tara stood in stunned silence.

It wasn't that she didn't know the words to the anthem, bootcamp had beaten that deep into her mind, rather to salute the flag she would need to turn around. And the thought of all these people getting an unobstructed view of her ass made her toes curl. Still, she couldn't just do nothing, the Major was watching!

What does she do?

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