Tonight, we would be billeted at Bagram and would meet at 0600 tomorrow. We had to obtain our weapons and the necessary web gear to make us functional... They warned us to get all the sleep that we could, even though the jetlag would screw up our normal cycles. I knew that I'd be using one of my pills to avoid waking in the middle of the night thinking it was time for lunch.Our quarters were adequate. I didn't expect the JW Marriott or even my pad, so we had chow and stowed our gear. I needed. I was his slut, his bitch, his hot piece of ass. He continued to tell me how naughty I had been and that he had seen me staring at him when I was cheering. His fantasy was detailed enough that I knew it was rooted in real experiences. I kept his imagination going with "I'm such a naughty girl," "fuck me, daddy," "I wanted you so bad," and "do I feel good?" He never slowed his relentless pounding as he felt my body all over. He smacked my ass a few times and reached down to feel the tight mounds. I was a little surprised to see that Beth liked beer. Most girls her age don't. They would rather have a wine cooler or some fruity drink. I watched her as she drank the brew. She noticed me watching her and said, "My mom lets me drink as long as I do it in the house and I don't drive. That's cool, I guess." I nodded and she continued, "My mom is obsessed with making sure I'm prepared for the types of situations I will be exposed to in college, like alcohol for instance." "That's smart,. “I better take off. I need to find a motel for the night.”“I thought you wanted a job?”I replied, “I sure do.”“Alright here’s the deal. I have an opening for a stock person, forklift operator and merchandise handler. The salary is $2,000 per month, plus benefits. You would be supervised by Gary, my foreman. You would be on a weekly probation for three months, fireable at the end of any week. Also, I’d expect you to come in here when I call you and secretly jerk me off!”“That is one hell of a.