1. The Perks of Military Command- Part IV


    Date: 10/1/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    Lovejoy responded. I inquired as to which unit she was being assigned. “Headquarters Company, sir” she replied. I looked at the desk sergeant. “Can you assign her to G-3 Operations?” I asked. He looked at the manning roster on his desk. “No sir,” he replied. "There are not any openings for a PFC.” I looked at the manning roster. “It says there is an opening for an E-3 Corporal as a G-3 clerk,” I remarked. “Sir, PFC Lovejoy is a Private First Class,” the desk sergeant responded. “Well, I am promoting her,” I replied. The desk sergeant looked at me. “Sir, I don’t think you can do that. She doesn't have enough time in grade as a Private First Class. And she has to pass a promotion board.” I glared at the desk sergeant. “Sergeant,” I responded, “I understand the promotion procedures, but I have it within my authority to promote a lower grade soldier any time I choose to do so. I happen to know this is an above average soldier and she has the skill-sets and training I need as clerk. I have an opening for a clerk. Now, either you can assign her to my office, or I can demote your ass and you can do the work.” “Sir, yes sir,” he responded. He wrote her name on to the G-3 manning roster. Looking up at me, he asked, “Is there anything else, sir?” “Yes, soldier,” I replied. “I said she had been promoted. You wrote down PFC Lovejoy. She is now a Corporal.” The desk sergeant scratched through the “PFC” designation and wrote “CPL”. I looked at my new clerk. “Corporal,” I remarked, ...
    “congratulations on your new assignment… and your promotion.” She popped to attention and rendered a hand salute. “Step over to my office,” I ordered. “I have a few things for us to discuss.” I looked at the desk sergeant, who was not very pleased to have had his authority usurped. “That will be all,” I remarked. He sat down behind his desk. I retreated to my sparsely decorated office with Corporal Lovejoy following me. I closed the door behind us. “Take a seat,” I instructed. I leaned on the front edge of my desk, my arms folded across my chest. “Look,” I began, “what happened back at basic, I just want to apologize.” Corporal Lovejoy smiled. “That was basic,” she responded, her hands clasped and fingers interlocked and dutifully placed in her lap. “This is the real Army.” “You don’t have to take this assignment." Corporal Lovejoy stood and took a step in front of me, stopping about an arm’s distance from me. “If I didn’t want it, I would have said so. You have done so much for me, and I would love to show you my appreciation.” As she spoke, she unbuttoned her BDU blouse. Testosterone, be gone. Corporal Lovejoy placed her hand on my right shoulder, bit down on her lower lip, and smiled. “Sir,” she remarked in almost a whisper, “anything you want, I will get it for you.” I stepped over to my office door and made sure it was locked. By the time I turned around, Corporal Lovejoy had stripped out of her BDU blouse. I could see her nipples poking through her bra and the fabric of her ...
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