One of the major advantages of having realistic virtual reality was the possibility to train soldiers and police in ways that would be otherwise impossible in the real world. Even the best in simunition and acting could only go so far to simulate real danger without putting the participant in actual danger, whereas in the virtual world you could put your trainees into as much danger as you like without any real risk. You could give them pain as accurate as the real wound and excerpt them until they dropped of exhaustion and still they would come out as physically fresh faced as when they'd been put in, but with greater knowledge than any other form of training would alloy.
Virtual reality training also allowed the testers to place the subjects into situations that would be impossible to recreate in the real world without incurring substantial costs and requiring monumental coordination and prep time on the part of the testers. You had personally experienced many of these tests in your training to be a law enforcement operative (LEO for short), racking up hundreds of hours in training in an array of situations that tested everything from your pattern recognition skills, to your reaction time, and even your ability to make lucky guesses. In the modern world where even petty thugs can get their hands on cybernetic upgrades to double his strength and any old meth dealer can be packing a chip to boost their reaction time the police have evolved into LEO, a government run organization with agents like you designed to deal with any and every possible scenario no matter how outlandish.
Currently you were in a simulation designed to test out your ability to avoid distractions and stay focused. Somewhere in the simulation their was a killer on the loose, a stock villain of the virtual training program known as "Fiona" and you had to stop her as fast as possible with as few civilian casualties as possible and of course without getting butchered yourself. This woman was physically rather attractive if you were to look past the retractable blades in her wrists and blood red eyes, with a toned body and tight features all topped off with sweetest looking doll face you could imagine and hair as crimson as the setting sun.
Normally finding a woman like this would be a no brainer; look for the gal with blood on her hands who won't take off her sunglasses and bingo, you have your perp. The problem was the setting. You currently stood in the midst of a lovely beach, a soothing midday sun beating down from on high and warming you to a delightful degree. The breeze softly lapped over the whole of your body in a loving embrace of serenity and brought forth the delightful scent of the ocean.
Oh yeah, and you were surrounded by beautiful naked sunbathing models on an entirely female nude beach. That was also a distraction worth pointing out. Row after row, all of them demanding your attention; some asked to be oiled up, others for a massage, and others still lacked the subtlety of their peers and just asked for a straight up fuck. One woman in particular caught your eye, or rather her ass did. Plump tan and elevated just slightly off her towel with heels slowly kicking off of them like a drum. The woman could tell from your lingering shadow that you were admiring her. She laughed coyly and said "Enjoying the view are you?"
"Uh, yes ma'am." You say, her inquiry catching you off guard. Realizing what you had just said you stammer "I mean no ma'am. WAIT, I MEAN-"
She cut off your nervous reply with a giggle and responded "Relax officer, you don't have to be so nervous around little old me! Besides, I'm a little glad you're here. So far only other women have come to the beach, and while I do enjoy a good woman every now and then I really feel that the more stern hands of a man would be better to get sun tan lotion onto my back. If you're not to busy officer, would you care to give me a hand?"
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