The Principal's Daughter (2 page)

Chapter two

The next morning, Richard awoke to that all too familiar throbbing in his groin. His hand moved slowly down beneath the sheets to grasp his enlarged tool. The thoughts that he had harboured during the night over the delectable Tori, had given him this 'early morning glory'. His thumb brushed the velvet end of his dick, coating its surface in the sticky pre-come that adorned it. His right hand began to tease his shaft in slow rhythmic movements, while his left massaged his balls. As his attentions increased he was startled by the sound of a locker door being closed. He had forgotten where he was and that he was sharing a room.

"Stop wanking, you dirty bastard," Mike stood there with a shit eating grin on his face.

He was already dressed in his shorts and vest, ready to go for a run. Richard was not sure how long he had been standing there, but guessed the act of closing the door loud enough for him to hear was a sign that he knew what he had been doing.

"What time is it?" he asked in a timid fashion.

"Time you were up and dressed. Are you coming for a run?" Mike replied, not giving the fact that he had caught Richard about to masturbate a second thought.

"Yeah okay give me a minute" Richard threw his legs out of bed but kept the quilt covering his privates.

His dick was slowly returning to normal size, so he tussled his hair, and wiped the sleep out of his eyes to gain him a few more precious seconds. Deciding it was safe to let the quilt fall, he stood up and walked across to his locker, his cock slapping against his legs as he walked. Mike was busy tying his training shoe laces. When he looked up all he got was an eye full of semi-hard man meat.

"Feckin cover yourself up, ya fucking exhibitionist. So you've got a big cock. No need to flaunt it in my face"

The pair of them laughed out loud as Richard took a pair of running shorts and t-shirt from his locker. He quickly pulled them on, before slipping into his training shoes.

Making their way outside, they began a series of stretches, making sure that their muscles were warmed up prior to exercise. This was something ingrained in all serving and ex-soldiers, and for the next five minutes, they performed the ritual.

"You ready then?" Mike asked.

"Yes, buddy, try and keep up, eh?" Richard answered with a sarcastic jibe.

"Fuck off, ya cavalry cockwomble," was Mikes playful retort as he set off at a jog with Richard falling into line next to him.

As they passed the main family house they turned right, and descended onto the lawn area behind it. Richard immediately spotted the shapely figure of Tori as she held a perfect plank position. With her elbows resting on the ground, her lower body was supported by her toes. The angle of her back was in a perfect horizontal line with the ground. The gorgeous sight of her perfectly formed ass caught his attention. He never thought it possible to get a boner on while jogging, but indeed it was. As he followed the contours of her body from her feet to her head, he could feel his pulse quickening. Her ample breasts were almost in contact with the ground, only the sports bra she was wearing holding them in position. He wanted so much just to break off his morning run and exercise in another way. She was sex personified, he thought to himself. He had always enjoyed a morning fuck. It was the best way to start any day.

Mike had noticed his gaze towards Tori and quickened the pace to break her spell on him. Richard’s competitive nature caused him to follow suit, quickly putting aside all thoughts of nailing the young siren to one side. They continued on through the end of the garden and followed a winding path down to a lake at the bottom of the grounds. Richard had noticed the expanse of water when he had studied the map of the academy. He guessed it to be around three miles around its circumference, and would be a nice easy run for first thing in the morning. Mike had other ideas and once again stepped up the pace, but to his surprise, Richard kept up with him.

"Not bad for a donkey walloper!" Mike joked, not even out of breath.

"We will see, ya grunt fucktard" Richard replied. He then also quickened his pace, which drew a smile of respect and admiration from Mike.

As they passed the spot where Tori had been exercising earlier, Richard felt a pang of disappointment not to find her there. The pair continued on towards the house, and as they rounded the corner there she was. She had one long slender but well-toned leg up on a bench while bending from the waist. She looked like a prima ballerina warming up before a performance. The only performance that Richard was interested in was her around his shaft.

Tori noticed Richard’s attentions, and bent even further, so that he could get a good look at her cleavage once more. Richard could feel his tool starting to throb, and with the running shorts he was wearing it would be a little obvious that he was getting turned on by her warming down stretches.

"Good morning Tori," he said, trying to distract his mind from wanting to bend her over the bench and give her the fucking of her life.

He's remembered my name, Tori thought to herself. Trying to sound disinterested although her heart was racing she answered.

"Good morning, I didn't catch your name last night" she waited for his reply all the while admiring his strong physical form, his strong muscular thigh muscles tensing beneath the loose fitting running shorts. She felt the juices in her quim begin to weep at the thought of his cock nudging against her pussy lips.

"It's Richard, Richard Hunter" he replied, now happy that the ice had been broken.

A rather girlish titter and a smirk crossed those beautiful, sensual pouting lips.

"Do you really?" she asked trying hard not to laugh in his face.

"Do I what?" Richard countered in a slightly bemused fashion.

"Hunt dicks!" she spurted, out unable now to control her laughter.

A wide grin spread across Richards' face, A wide grin spread across Richard’s face. He liked this girl. She was gorgeous and had a sense of humour. It was a trait that he found appealing in a woman. Generally, those couples who could laugh together could usually lie together in his opinion.

"I can see we are going to get along, Tori" he answered, chuckling at her twist on his name. It may have sounded foreign to untrained ears from outside of the UK, but the shortened for of Richard was 'Dick'. The two of them shook hands and Richard stared into those simply divine crystal blue eyes, his pulse began to race. Tori felt the warm but firm grasp of his hand imagining them grasping her hips and forcing herself against him. There was a definite sexual spark between the two, and she felt her clit throb in anticipation. The handshake lasted longer than it normally would have done as the two of them had thoughts about the other. Finally releasing they made their way back into the house to shower and attend breakfast.

After breakfast, the course gathered in the main house, where a classroom had been set up on an extension that had been built for that purpose. The house itself belonged to a family who produced a famous brand of dog food. They rented the cottage and other facilities to the Ajax Academy. It was a beneficial arrangement for all parties. Most of the course were already there and were chatting with them. The last one to arrive was Tori. She was dressed in a fleece and black cargo pants, completed with black assault boots. Richard didn't know how she did it, but she looked sexy as hell not matter what she wore.

As she pulled out a chair to sit down, the whole room turned to stare at her. Tori undid the zip of her fleece and removed it, placing it over the back of her chair. As she turned to sit down the sight of her jutting breasts and prominent nipples poking against the thin fabric of the t-shirt caused a stir within the room. Richard looked at each guy. They obviously had instantly formed the same opinion as he had the night before. She was a stunner, and he was sure that most of the course would attempt at some point to get into her panties.

The 'floor show' was rudely interrupted by the sound of the classroom door opening. The figure of a guy a shaven head, and the body of an inverted pyramid entered along with John, the chief instructor. They made their way to the front of the room, and the powerfully-built guy turned to face them.

"Good morning, guys. I’m Steve, the director of the Ajax Academy. I would like to welcome you this morning but first I will tell you a little about my background" he said in a strong Geordie accent, which Richard recognised as coming from somewhere around the Newcastle area.

Steve then went on to give a brief history of his career in the military and in the private security industry. He had a wealth of experience, having served on a major contract in Iraq, ultimately assigned to the protection of the highest-ranking American general in theatre at the time.  Once he had finished, he said that he wanted everyone to stand up, one at a time, and give accountings of their own careers and experiences.  This was known as an “ice breaker,” and was familiar to any with military experience.

One by one, each of the candidates rose from their chairs and gave a brief summary of their lives. Richard was only partially listening, his attention drawn to Tori, who was sat there flicking her hair away from her face. Her body language exuded sex appeal, and Richard couldn’t help but find his hands wandering to his groin, gently stroking his cock surreptitiously under the desk.  He thought he was going to explode, and was only disturbed when it came her turn to speak

The whole room turned as one, giving their undivided attention to the only female present. Having a female in the course was new to most of them. In the military, women were barred from serving in most front-line units. It was a rare treat for them, and they listened intently, drooling over Tori’s beauty.

Speaking confidently, Tori seemed not the least bit intimidated by being the only female. In fact, she secretly lapped up all the attention she was receiving. Tory surveyed the room as she delivered her accounting, imagining her course mates totally naked. She supposed their dicks would all be throbbing at the thought of fucking her brains out. She teased them, pulling down her tight t-shirt to enhance the shape of her breasts in her push-up bra as she informed them that she had worked the past six years in SO19, a firearms unit of the London Metropolitan Police. Prior to that, she had worked four years as a constable.

This put her age around 30 years old but she looked a lot younger Richard thought to himself. Richard realized she did a good job looking after herself. He liked that in a woman. Her confident manner was also another turn on for him and he wondered if she was as confident in the bedroom. Tori finished speaking and took her seat once more. She peered across at Richard, who was still gazing intently at her. She smiled provocatively at him, her lips pouting.  She knew what he was thinking, and that his feelings mirrored her own. At the first opportunity, she would make it her mission to feel his skin against hers.

Chapter three

The icebreakers over, the course were invited outside where they were shown how to check the vehicles they were using for serviceability. This was an essential skill that all close protection officers needed to learn. Clients’ vehicles must be kept roadworthy at all times. There was nothing worse than breaking down in transit. Putting clients at risk was not an option.

The maintenance lesson done, the course was divided into four groups, and a car assigned to each group. They were to take a familiarisation exercise of the local area. Richard learned that he and Tori were assigned to the same car, and his heartbeat accelerated as they made their way to the vehicle. He walked behind her, watching her shapely ass wiggle from side to side in her tight fitting cargo pants.

On reaching the Ford Focus car, Tori opened the rear door on the left-hand side and jumped in. Before anyone else could take the remaining seat, Richard rushed to the opposite side and got in next to her. The scent of her freshly showered skin and hair was pervasive in the confined space. It was an aphrodisiac and repressive, soft and violent at the same time. It smelled of honeysuckle, magnolia, and the mysterious smell only a woman can exude. Richard's cock responded to their close proximity.

The rise in the sound of the engine, and its tyres making traction on the gravel car park, jolted Richard from his thoughts. The vehicle was steered along the driveway. The trees lining the drive swayed in the soft summer breeze. It was although they were acknowledging their presence, and greeting them with a polite bow of their branches. Departing through the wrought-iron gates the car came to a halt. The driver, an ex-Italian Special Forces soldier called Max, checked the traffic to the left and right. He was a suave and debonair type, with a stocky build like a strongman in a Victorian circus. He was stocky with a shape like an old strongman that you would see in the Victorian circus. Richard guessed from the way he had spoken about himself during the ‘ice breaker’ that he was definitely a lady’s man.

Satisfied that the road was clear, Max placed the vehicle into first gear and turned left, entering the main road. As he did so, the centrifugal force of the car turning caused Tori to lurch to her right. She unceremoniously ended in Richard's lap, her hand touching his groin. Richard flinched as he felt the excitement and tingle from her touch on his dick. Tori peered up at him with eyes like small azure lakes, and a playful smile crossed those moist full lips.

“Oh I am sorry” she said, trying to sound as if she was genuinely apologetic.

“That’s okay,” Richard said, blushing but thinking at the same time that she had done that on purpose. The movement of the car had not been so dramatic as to cause her to fall.

Nothing else was said about the matter, and the car reached a village around half a mile from the Ajax training academy. It was a sleepy little hamlet so typical of those found in rural areas of England, its many thatched cottages a testament of the old building techniques. The cottages had whitewashed lime walls, privet hedges surrounding the gardens, and hanging baskets adorning the doors on either side. A couple stood chatting outside the village post office, giving it a peaceful sense of tranquillity. It was far from the hustle and bustle of town or city life, and Richard could see himself living in such a place when he had reached his latter years. First, he needed to quench his thirst for excitement and adrenalin. That was why he was there in the first place.

The vehicle commander for the familiarisation was a Danish bloke who had already completed six years on different contracts in hostile environments. He was called Flem and had been an officer in the Danish army. He was attending the course as a refresher, as was the requirement from time to time. He was a softly spoken and calm individual, and quietly gave directions to Max as he studied the map of the local area.

For the next two hours, which was the allotted time given for the exercise, they checked as many local landmarks as they could. Each landmark was on the map, identified by a coloured dot with a number. When transporting a client, these points would be used to indicate to the team their location along a given route, all controlled by a team of two people in the operations room at the academy. This again would be the case when working in hostile environments. The threat of a client coming under serious attack was a real one, constantly assessed and reassessed, so that appropriate safeguards could be put in place. The two hours flew by, and the four candidates made their way slowly back in the direction of the training facility. During the drive, everyone had been totally professional, noting likely choke points, and possible areas where attacks were more likely. They discussed possible alternative routes both in and out of the academy. People in this business knew the dangers of setting patterns. The most dangerous parts of a mission were at the points of departure and arrival. There had been no other flirting between Tori and Richard during the drive.

The car turned right and through the gates towards the big imposing house. Some of the other members of the course had already returned and were busy checking the vehicles over. The car pulled up onto the car park, it's tyres causing the gravel to crunch. It came not so gracefully to a halt, and the team began to get out. As Tori turned and pulled the release handle to her door, Richard caught a neon flash of the G-string she was wearing. The feelings of unbridled lust once again filled him. The sight of her lower back and the top of her sweet ass drove him wild with desire.

“You got a good eyeful there, ya dirty fucker” Tori playfully admonished him.

Knowing he had been caught in the act, Richard cheekily grinned at her and replied.

“Not bad at all. Those press-ups obviously are doing their job on those buns of yours”

Tori laughed and climbed slowly and sensually out of the car, giving Richard the chance to admire her arse a little longer.

Once all the cars had returned, the course was joined by the Chief Instructor John and Steve the Director of the company. The next thing on the timetable was to go through car and walking drills. These were the essential skills every close protection operator must learn and hone. A silver armoured Chrysler car had been parked adjacent to the lush green lawn of the grounds to the rear of the house. Behind it was a black Ford Escort with its doors open.

“Right, guys and girl, the first thing we are going to cover is how to enter and exit correctly from a vehicle. I need one person as the driver for the first car. Another as the Personal Protection Officer (PPO) for the client, who in this case will be played by me.” He waited for anyone to volunteer. Nobody volunteered, so he nominated two to go to the first vehicle. Richard, designated PPO, made his way to the car, opened the door, and got in. In the meantime, Steve indicated four more of the candidates to act as the Personal Escort Section (PES). It was their duty to provide 360-degree all-around protection for the client. Once he was happy that they had taken their places, he climbed into the rear seat of the Chrysler.

John took over the PES on how to exit the vehicle. Steve informed Richard that the doors to the client’s car were to remain locked at all time until the PES were in position. Richard complied with the instruction and watched in the passenger mirror for the doors of the vehicle behind to open. The PES exited their vehicle in a fluid movement and took watchful positions at all four corners of the car. The remaining two took up a similar position to the rear. Richard noticed the perfectly formed arse of Tori, who was now at the front of the Chrysler. It wasn’t until Steve gave a disgruntled cough in the rear seat that Richard's mind turned his attentions back to the job at hand.

Unlocking the doors with the press of a switch, he exited the car and went to the left-hand side passenger door. Steve shuffled across the luxurious leather-upholstered seats and swung his legs out until his feet touched the ground. Rising from his sitting position, he stood back slightly to allow Richard to close the door. The driver remained in the vehicle, as he would do for real.

Steve immediately began to walk to his left and onto the luscious green lawn. Richard at once followed him, positioning himself to Steve’s left, not crowding him, but remaining close enough to give the appearance of friends taking a casual stroll.

            “Which hand to you use to fire your weapon, Richard?” Steve asked.

            “My right, Steve,” Richard replied after a nervous and pregnant pause.  He knew he’d erred, and even knew how before Steve even spoke.

            “Then, whenever possible, position yourself to that side,” Steve instructed in a manner that was friendly and not condescending.

Richard moved across to Steve’s right, as instructed, maintaining that same spacing.    John talked the PES through the drill, instructing each on where to stand relative to the client. They did this first from a static position, and then as a walking party, practicing different formations and confrontations of mock threats for varied directions. All the time, Richard’s concentration was hampered by the sight of Tori’s ass moving hypnotically from side to side as she walked. 

“Keep your mind on the drills!” Steve’s voice was raised now and not as friendly as before.

“Being a close protection officer, especially a PPO is a serious professional business. You can fuck as many people you want when you are off duty but not in the client’s time!”

Richard felt his cheeks warm, and could tell he was blushing. He felt like a scolded schoolboy, and was annoyed with himself, admitting he deserved it. He simply nodded his head in acknowledgement and got on with the lesson.

By lunchtime, each member of the course had taken turns in every role of PES and PPO. Steve and John seemed genuinely happy with their progress, so they called a halt for the mid-day meal. The course returned to the dining room to eat. As they strolled back, Richard plucked up the courage to talk to Tori.

“Do you exercise every morning?” He asked the question already knowing what his next would be.

“Yes, every day, either core exercise or a run.” She smiled at Richard, fluttering her eyelashes as she did so. She loved to tease, and knew that he had the hots for her, and could imagine him getting hard in his boxer shorts.

“Well if you want, we could go for a run together tomorrow morning?” Richard almost blurted out the suggestion.

“Yeah, why not that sounds like fun. You will have to keep up though,” Tori mocked him in a playful way.

Richard could feel his pulse rate rising along with his dick as he savoured the next morning events.

The following morning, Richard awoke just as the sun was rising. Mike was still fast asleep, so Richard tried to be as quiet as possible as he pulled on his running shorts and vest. Tying his trainers, he stood up and silently left the room, closing the door softly behind him. Padding down the short distance along the corridor he knocked gently Tori’s door. Getting no answer, he depressed the handle and walked in.

Tori had her back to him, dressed in shorts and a sports bra. She was silhouetted by the light streaming in through the window. He stood there, admiring her perfectly formed sensual ass, his organ engorged and throbbing. As if she could feel his gaze, Tori turned around. He stood there, transfixed his eyes drawn to her massive orbs, fettered by the restraining material of the bra. Her nipples were taut under his gaze, and he swore that he saw them grow.

“You ready for an ass-kicking then?” Tori interrupted his thoughts.

“Bring it on, Miss Plod” Richard retorted, using the slang name for a police officer in the UK.

Pulling on a t-shirt over her shoulders and tight abdomen, Tori brushed past him towards the door. As their skin touched, Richard felt his cock quiver once more. Tori opened the door and invited him to follow.

Once outside, the pair began a series of warm up stretches to ensure they didn’t pull any muscles on their morning exercise. It wasn’t that kind of exercise that Richard was hell bent on, though, and his mind raced on how the hell he could get into her panties.

Setting off at a slow jog, the two of them rounded the main house and headed out over the lush-looking, almost emerald green, lawn. They reached a path at the end of the grounds that winded its way down to the lake below. Richard allowed Tori to take the lead and set the pace. It wasn’t that he thought he was fitter than Tori, or a gentleman. It was so he could watch the captivating jiggle of her ass as it moved from side to side.

The path gradually levelled out, and in no time they had reached the banks of the lake. The ground had turned from a soft soil to the tarmac of the walkway that encircled the body of water. There was a morning mist drifting over it like sea fret drifting in from the sea. It was a beautiful calming sight, and with the sound of the birdsong, typified an English country morning.

As they began to traverse the lake, Tori began to build up the pace. Richard quickly responded, keeping up with her. He smiled to himself, impressed by the athleticism of this sexy vixen. They continued around the water, the pace ever increasing, until suddenly Tori changed direction. She took a sharp right and began heading towards a small coppice of elm and oak trees.

Richard had to break his stride to change direction, and sprinted to catch up to her. The ground was slowly rising up toward the small piece of woodland. The earth was heavier underfoot, and Richard’s breath began to labour under the renewed effort.