The Package Room

04: The Package Room

Jane moved from the unisex changing room and showers into the "Package Room" at 5:30pm. The converted underground gym was well equipped with Olympic weight systems, boxing equipment and ring, and sparring mats. All the agents had access to the facility from 7am to 7pm. A full-time trainer and hand-to-hand combat expert from within the military was always on hand. Their positions were temporary and they were rotated through the Post Office as a part of their career assignments.

At this time of day, the room was filled with 8 different agents in the process of getting a workout in before the day's end. Jane moved over to the boxing equipment and began slow methodical warm up first jumping rope and working through light cardio, then she moved onto the bags. Her blows were decisive and clean, she focused on technique. Her body was sweating with exertion and she found the work out cathartic after her afternoon session with Agent Couch.

Deeply entrenched in her work out Jane broke around 6:30pm and surveyed the Package Room. The small crowd had thinned out leaving one male agent lifting free weights and a female trainer moving over toward Jane.

Jane watched her carefully as she closed the distance. She could see she was about 5'7", with a tight muscular build. Her hair was dark and her eyes were medium hazel and olive complexion. Jane could hear a slight accent in her voice as she acknowledged the male agent and guessed she was second-generation Lebanese on one side. Her right shoulder was adorned with a Marine Corp tattoo and her eyes were confident and unyielding.

"Agent? I'll be here for about 30 more minutes. Would you like me to take you through a session before we close down? I spent two tours with a special envoy to Israel and the Palestinian Authority where I trained extensively in Krav Maga." She smiled at Jane and she raised one eyebrow slightly. "My name is Emira."

Jane smiled and recognized the meaning of the trainer's name. At the invitation, Jane smiled slowly. Emira's mouth parted slightly in response to Jane's beauty. "Ok 'Princess,' I'm Agent Baker, let's see what you've got."

Jane and Emira moved over to the sparring mat and began to circle each other. Each woman recognized the other as a legitimate threat. Emira extended her arms and hands slightly away from her body, contracting the muscles in her forearms and stiffening her hands as weapons in lieu of knives.

Jane two raised her hands out and away from her body, her fingers spread slightly as she gauged their difference in reach. She realized that as Emira moved in closer the marine would have a distinct advantage. Krav Maga is a style of close combat fighting developed by the Israeli army that also incorporates Aikido Boxing, Judo, and Wrestling. As Emira moved into close proximity to Jane she would try to quickly target Jane's eyes, throat, solar plexus, ribs, and knees.

Once Emira engaged her attack was relentless and concise. Jane was initially stunned by her speed and determination and found her eyes watering as the air was driven out of her body and joints were twisted and assaulted. Jane was able to slow her slightly and use her reach and leverage to deflect some of the assault but Emira dropped her to the mat in seconds.

Hovering over Jane, their bodies sharing space, Emira grinned at the surprise on Jane's face. "I know," she said, "it's different right?" She stood up releasing Jane.

"Yes. Very." Jane grimaced and reset herself on the mat.

"Okay, let me step you through some basics." Emira spent the next 45 minutes instructing Jane in the style of fighting, reviewing the most important points of attack and how to use size and leverage and concise attacks to disable your opponent quickly. "It's not necessarily about lethal contacts," Emira was breathing heavily as they wrestled and sparred. "If you're thinking 'quickly disable and stun your opponent' as opposed to termination, it might give you an opening and advantage in close combat." Emira moved quickly attempting land blows in Jane's ribcage and throat. "For women in particular, when we're forced to engage we default into 'fight to the death.' It can be a devastating mistake."

Jane nodded, she was a good student, her learning curve was quite steep. She shifted, drawing Emira in and then using her momentum against her to land blows to her knee and throat she knocked the marine to her back. Jane smiled down at Emira who was grimacing at the blows, "Thank you 'Princess.' I learned a lot today, I thoroughly enjoyed the lesson." Jane got up and pulled Emira with her, she checked the clock, 7:20. "I'm sorry to have kept you late."

Emira moved slightly closer and Jane could feel the heat rolling off her and smell sweat and amber. "No problem Agent Baker, it's my last day here before I rotate back to base, so I don't mind a little extra time in the gym."

Jane grinned brushing against her as she moved past, "Shower, Princess?" Emira followed Jane to the showers stopping only to lock the door to the Package Room.

It took the two women no time at all to find themselves gently "sparring" with each other under the hot water. Jane's need for sexual gratification was overwhelming. For 8 months she had been in a chemistry lab running series after series of basic research experiments, staring at pipets, and processing data points. It had been a long assignment without any sexual fulfillment.

The shower partitions rose just 5 feet and allowed Emira to trap Jane between her muscular arms pressing her body into Jane's as she slowly devoured her breasts pinching her nipples and taking them into her mouth until they were rock hard with arousal. Jane groaned with pleasure burying her hands in Emira's wet hair.

"Agent Baker," Emira between mouthfuls of flesh, "You are stunning. So, irresistible." She lifted Jane's leg up around her waist and slid her fingers inside her gasping at the heat and slick need. Emira reached up with her mouth and let Jane crush her lips and dive deeply in with her tongue while she rocked her against the partition drawing her fingers down her walls slowly and purposefully. Their movements tested the shower walls and their urgent gasps echoed through the room.

Jane shuddered with release and murmured into Emira's mouth. "Princess." She finished with a deep slow kiss. Emira gasped with pleasure and gently released Jane from her grasp. She stepped slightly back from Jane creating a space that was filled with steam and water.

Jane growled, pursuing and closing the gap again. She pushed Emira back into the stream of hot water. "I'm not done with you yet." Her hands reached down and pulled Emira's hips closer to her using the woman's back to block the steaming downpour. Jane slid down Emira's body shifting her leg gently over her shoulder, opening up her hips. "Beautiful," she murmured as she moved in deeply kissing Emira's delicate pink core.

The marine threw her head back and gasped, reaching her hands out to the shower walls so that she wouldn't collapse with desire at the sound of Agent Baker's throaty voice just before her mouth covered her and the deep powerful thrusts of Jane's tongue claimed her.

Jane mercilessly pulled with her lips and teeth at the soft flesh. She tasted all of Emira before she entered with her skilled fingers in a smooth and forceful motion causing Emira's body to rock almost immediately with an orgasm.

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Jane and Emira exited the Package Room together hesitating for just a moment before they parted. The women connected in the shared understanding that both their jobs could be deadly and that their time together was fleeting. Jane smiled at Emira and with deep sincerity and gratitude, she offered a heartfelt goodbye. "Be careful out there 'Princess.'"

Emira returned Jane's smile and responded solemnly, "Always Agent Baker. You too."

Jane walked into her home with a crab cake sandwich and mac n' cheese from Clyde's. She sat at the kitchen counter eating and drinking a glass of wine and remembered why it was that agents were given downtime between skins. It was nice to remember herself again. She rolled through some superficial anchors to her true identity, foods she loved, places she'd traveled to in her college years for fun, books and movies that she has enjoyed. She glanced over at her moderate library of historical non-fiction, philosophy, and economics books. She remembered for a moment her name on a birth certificate, the name on her diploma, the name on her dress uniform, all of which have long since been locked away.

Jane thought back to Agent Couch's questions:

"Do you enjoy being alone? Do you see yourself in a relationship? Have you told anyone you are gay?"

She realized that all of her anchors were inanimate objects or limited moments. They weren't people or shared experiences. She began eliminating those within days of being recruited in college. She was still glowing from the intense sex in the showers with Emira but in truth, while Jane thoroughly enjoyed her time with Emira, she never once considered her as anything more than a necessary distraction. She remembered her own words.

"I'm not a machine. I'm not evil. I'm just not 'good.' I do not see myself in a committed relationship in the near future. I simply have not had the time or inclination to develop a meaningful relationship. But to be clear, I think I am more than capable."

Jane's thoughts continued to tumble through the day's events and were broken by the chime of her cell phone receiving a text.

"10:00AM Pick Up"

"Looks like it's back to the Post Office." She said aloud and pondered the outcome of her psych evaluation. "Will it be desk duty or the field?