Back In Secret Agent School

You awake half an hour late the next day and the Chief is not impressed as you stumble into the assembly room for training, late and blurry eyed.

"So glad you could join us Mr Bond," muttered the Chief darkly.

"Mr Bond?" asked a husky woman's voice. You turn to look at the lady who spoke through bleary eyes. She is a drop dead gorgeous blonde wearing skin tight black pants which are flared at the bottom and a white blouse that is tied in a knot between her breasts. The blouse leaves her taut, flat stomach bare and also shows off an expansive amount of cleavage for your viewing pleasure. Her tits are very big, a DD cup in your well trained estimation, not as big as Agent Hooters whoppers but definently a pair you'd love to bury your face in.

"This is the other new trainee in this months intake of new agents," explains the Chief and you look around to realise there is only you, Anna and this sexy blonde in the class. Things will be very interesting indeed.

"Her name is Trish Stratus, now code-named Agent Slut," continued the Chief.

"Pleased you meet you Trish," you say, gallantly taking her hand and kissing it.

"Alright then ladies and gent," says the Chief, "First class is self defence in half an hour. Trish here is a highly skilled wrestler and will be taking the class. We begin in one hour, before that I'd like you all to check in with Gadget for a physical exam."