The Principal's Daughter (4 page)

As they were finishing up, a gentle knock on the door caused Richard to swivel around. The door opened and a rather elegant looking woman entered the room. She was carrying a tray with two cups, and a porcelain pot. She gracefully made her way towards the desk, the tea tray remaining perfectly level. This must have come from her years spent as a beauty queen.  Followed by a career as a photography model. Richard had done his homework well. She was a number of years younger than Hank, but that was not strange these days.

Placing the tray on the desk, she leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Hanks' cheek. The look that told Richard that even after almost thirty years of marriage they were still very much in love.

"Richard I'd like to introduce my wife, Clarissa" Hank motioned with his hand towards his wife.

"Please to meet you, Mrs. Rogers" Richard took her hand gently, taking care not to squeeze.

"It's just Clarissa, Richard," she gave the same reply as her husband.

Richard thanked her for the sentiment, noticing the sparkle in Clarissa's eye. She must have been stunning in her younger days; her beauty still filled the room long after her career had ended.

Before another word was spoken, they were once again disturbed by the sound of the door being opened. This time, the figure that entered was much younger. She walked with purpose, but the same feline elegance as Clarissa. The room could have been a catwalk, as she slinked her way towards the desk. Her hips swayed with every step, her toes pointing elegantly one in front of the other. Her hair was raven black, shining in the afternoon sunlight streaming through the tall window at the end of the room. Her lips were the colour of cherries and her eyes like black coals.

Reaching the desk, she totally ignored Richards's presence, not even giving him a cursory glance. Richard examined her from head to toe. Her sleek black hair hung down almost to the top of her well-rounded and shapely ass. The pencil skirt and jacket, hugging her athletic frame. Trying to remain professional, he shifted in his chair, averting his eyes from her. She was one of the sexiest creatures he had ever seen. Yet, from her attitude towards him, he could tell that she was high maintenance. This did not stop the stirring he felt from her close proximity. The smell of her perfume drifted into his nostrils, its scent making concentration difficult.

"Daddy I need to get something to wear for that party at the Embassy on Friday night. Can you arrange something for me?" Her voice had a southern lilt to it, just like her mother's.

Richard could only guess but estimated it came from somewhere like Texas. As this was where his principal had been born, it was possible this was where the girl had been raised.

“Of course, darling, that’s not a problem,” he answered. The girl’s bovine eyes melted his heart. She was a daddy’s girl through and through.

"Richard, I've got nothing in my diary for the rest of the day, so I am going to catch up on some paperwork. Do you mind accompanying Pandora on a shopping spree?" Hank asked Richard.

“Of course, Hank, not a problem,” Richard answered, turning toward Pandora

His gaze was met with a look of disdain, as Pandora glanced at him down the tip of her nose. She reminded him of a petulant child, one that always got its own way. This little madam was going to be hard work, Richard thought.  The fact that she was not his responsibility rankled him somewhat. He was paid to protect and keep safe his client, not some spoilt brat. Yet, there was something about her that heightened his curiosity.

"If I must be babysat, then be outside with the car at 2pm." She spat out the words like venom from a snake.

Turning about on her heel, she stormed off out of the room, leaving Richard at a loss for words. He turned to Hank, a quizzical look on his face.

"Did I do or say something wrong?" he asked, shrugging his shoulders.

Hanks simply laughed aloud, pleased with Richard's state of confusion.

"No you didn't do anything wrong. Pandora is like that with people she doesn't know. Don't take any offence by it; she will warm to you in time"

Richard wanted to believe him, but had reservations. He thanked Hank for his time and turned to leave to seek out Rob.

Chapter Five

Richard waited patiently outside the house chatting with Hank’s driver. His name was Carl, he was a Londoner and a former member of the Royal Green Jacket Regiment. He had been working in the security industry for four years, mostly as a driver. His knowledge of the city’s streets was legendary, and many clients specifically requested Carl’s services. He was a typical cockney, loud, cheeky and cheerful. They were discussing the route they would take that afternoon, in order to try to minimise any delays. Richard asked Pandora which shops she would like to visit. Her answer was short and to the point.

The sound of the house door slamming shut caused Richard to turn around. Coming down the stairs was the figure of Pandora, wearing a flowery patterned three-quarter length dress, which swayed softly in the summer breeze. Richard followed her bodyline as she gracefully descended the steps towards them. The three-inch high heels she wore tensed her calf muscles as she walked. Richard was fighting the arousal within him as his mind envisioned what she was wearing under that flimsy garment.

Carl immediately went around to the driver's door and got behind the wheel. Richard opened the rear passenger door, inviting Pandora to enter. She brushed passed him and he felt a tingle of excitement rush through his body. Placing her gorgeous looking ass on the leather bound seats, she sophisticatedly swung her legs inside. Richard cursed hoping he would have had a brief glimpse of her panties. Was that a smile he saw crossing her lips?

No words were exchanged as Pandora faced forward. Richard made his way to the front of the vehicle and got into the seat next to Carl.

"Where would you like to go first?" Richard asked, trying his best to sound friendly.

"Laura Ashley, Oxford Street," came the curt, nearly hostile, response from Pandora, steadfastly refusing to make eye contact with Richard.

Swivelling around, Richard glanced at Carl, who simply nodded his head, engaged first gear, and piloted the big car smoothly away from the kerb into the busy traffic stream.

Carl expertly navigated the busy roads of the capitol, and in no time, at all they were heading north to the east of Hyde Park. At the northern end of the park, a T-junction caused the traffic to build up, and Carl adjusted his speed appropriately. Throughout the whole journey, Richard had been checking the rear view mirror, admiring Pandora's flawless beauty. He could not be sure, but on more than one occasion, he had caught her doing the same. Is she really such an ice queen, he thought to himself.

Turning right at the junction, Carl entered Bond Street. The pavements were a mass of bustling crowds either locals or tourists entering and departing the various boutiques that stretched along its length. Laura Ashley was only a two-minute drive along on the left-hand side. Checking his mirrors Carl indicated to pull over. He brought the vehicle to a slow and steady stop.

Richard immediately got out and opened the rear passenger door on the side of the pavement. This was the standard operating procedure. A client would never be asked to exit a vehicle into busy traffic. That was unless there was an emergency and a need to do so. As Pandora shuffled along the seat and swung her well-toned calves out of the door, a bright red flash caught Richards's eye. Had she just given him a flash of her panties?

Stepping onto the pavement, she rose from her seated position. As she stood erect, she staggered on her high heels falling into Richard. He instinctively grabbed her waist to steady her and stop her falling. The softness of her skin under the thin material excited him. She placed her hand on his shoulder to enable her to regain her balance. Their eyes met briefly, and Richard could smell the sweet scent of her perfume. A flush of red adorned her cheeks, the make-up not hiding its glow. She immediately dropped her hand from his shoulder once she was once more composed. Richard, in tandem, released his hold on her waist.

"You okay there," he asked in a concerned manner.

"Yes thank you" this time the response was not hostile, but friendly.

Smiling broadly, he turned to Carl.

"If you find somewhere to park, I will give you a call five minutes before we are due to come out so that you can meet us." He delivered the instruction, but knew that Carl had done this countless times before.

Turning around he saw that Pandora was waiting patiently for him to escort her into the building. Something in her attitude had changed for the better Richard considered. Moving towards the glass door, he pulled it outward to let her enter. As she passed, she smiled and thanked him. Once again, the smell of her perfume drifted up his nostrils thrilling him with its enticing aroma. He swiftly closed the door and took up a position a few paces to the rear of her as she advanced through the store. Remembering the lessons from his training, he kept the right spacing, close enough to protect her but not so close as to crowd her.

Wandering down the aisles, Pandora would stop, examine a garment for a second, and then continue. Richard constantly checked people within the store, trying not to draw attention to himself. He had learned from his time in the military on certain operations to become the “grey man.” This was someone who blended in and fitted into the environment, a skill that was perfect for this line of work.

Navigating her way through the different sections of the store, Pandora entered the lingerie section. Looking over her shoulder, she smirked rather cheekily at Richard. Picking up a couple of lacy flimsy made items of varying colours, she held them up against herself.

"Do you think this would suit me Richard" she turned, raising her voice loud enough for other customers to hear.  He simply stared at her with his mouth agape, examining the skimpy red garment she was holding up. Richard could feel himself blush, but the sexual urge within him couldn’t be restrained. His dick twitched in his pants and his heart rate increased. She looked like an innocent student, all sweetness and light, yet with a hint of naughtiness. He was finding it more difficult to keep his desires in check.

“They look really pretty.” The lame answer departed his lips before he had the chance to think.

“Pretty is that all you can say?” Pandora countered with a sexy and playful smile crossing those sweet cherry coloured lips.

She loved the fact that he was embarrassed, and held another set of lingerie up to her body. The material of the bra barely covered her voluptuous breasts.

Richard was imagining her standing there naked, like a slave girl in Rome being sold at auction. He had always been a lover of all things historical, his fantasies encompassing all periods of decadent history. No era highlighted or celebrated the naked female form than that of the Holy Roman Empire.

Taking the two sets of lingerie with her, Pandora headed off to the section of the store that housed the cocktail dresses. Richard tagged on behind her, his mind still full of the images of her half-dressed in a toga.

Pandora took very little time to choose a little black number from one of the racks and sauntered towards the changing cubicles. Pulling back the curtain, she stepped inside, returning the curtain back to block any prying eyes. But the curtain was not full length, so she was visible from the knees downward and she shoulders upward.

Richard settled down on a seat in a position where he could observe the changing facility, and anyone entering the area. Glancing across at the cubicle, he watched as Pandora began to undress. The sight of her dress hitting the changing room floor set his imagination running wild. He began to imagine what she looked like, posed in nothing but her underwear. The familiar colour of the panties he had briefly observed as she exited the car, were discarded. Richards cock twitched in his tailored suit trousers, causing him to adjust himself. He was disturbed from his lecherous reverie by the sound of Pandora's voice from behind the curtain.

"Richard do you mind giving me a hand with this god damn zip!" she called, peering over the top of the curtain.

Richard rose from his seat and made his way towards the cubicle. Pulling the curtain with nervous fingers to one side, he was confronted with the sight of Pandora's bared back. The black cocktail dress followed every contour of her perfect body. The zip was undone all the way down to just above the top of her ass cheeks. She had pulled her long and shiny black hair to one side, exposing her alabaster-coloured back. Her neck was long and slender, and it begged Richard to lean forward and kiss it. With shaking fingers, he grasped the zip between his thumb and forefinger. His fingers brushed her soft delicate skin, finding her warm to the touch. As he attempted to draw the zip up, Pandora looked over her shoulder smiling at the uncomfortable situation she had put him in. He eventually drew the zip up to the limit of its extension. Stepping back from her she turned to face him.

"Well what do you think? Will it do?" she asked standing with her hands on her hips, her breast thrust forward, the nipples taught under the lacy undergarment forcing themselves against the material.

"It looks great on you" Richard replied trying to hide the shakiness in his voice.

"Great then I will buy it then. Just give me two minutes to get dressed. You can call Carl if you want, I don't think we need to go anywhere else." She offered her back again for him to pull down the zip.

Richard did so, and this time, she leant slightly forward and he could see the red material of the lingerie just covering her ass. He pulled back the curtain and left the cubicle. Beads of sweat had formed on his brow as he fought to subdue the sexual attraction he was feeling towards her. He pressed the switch of his personal radio and spoke into the microphone concealed in his collar.

"Carl, can you bring the car to the front of the store, Carl? We will be out in five minutes."

"Roger that," Carl replied

The curtain of the cubicle was thrown back and Pandora emerged, garbed once again in her flowery dress. They made their way to the checkout where Pandora paid for the clothing using a platinum American Express card. Thanking the girl, she turned and began to head for the exit, with Richard following close on her heels.

Carl was already waiting for them with the engine running, and Richard opened the door for her. She brushed past him again, and the feeling of his touch excited her. It had been so long since she had felt this way about a man. Yet there was something about him that was driving her wild.

The journey back through the now-busy London traffic progressed in silence. Richard and Pandora would glimpse in the mirror for time-to-time, one observing the other. Drawing up outside the house in Belgravia, Richard escorted Pandora back inside. Without another word, she left him in the hallway and headed up the staircase to her room.

Watching her as she ascended the winding staircase, Richard marvelled at her gorgeous ass as it swayed provocatively. Was this show of sexiness for his benefit, or was it just how she moved? No matter the answer, she had him captivated, and he was finding it difficult to separate professionalism from his desire to fuck the living daylights out of her. As she disappeared around the corner of the staircase, he slowly followed her up.

Knocking on the door of Hank’s office, he waited to be invited inside.

"Come in!" Hanks' voice called out

Richard depressed the handle of the door and entered. Hank sat at his desk, leaning back in his leather swivel chair. He had a series of papers in a file on his lap.

"How did the shopping trip go?" he asked smiling.

"No problems at all Hank, your daughter definitely knows what she wants," Richard answered.

"Yes, she absolutely does,” Hank agreed. “Look I haven't got anything else for you today. If you wish, you can go take in some sights. I go for a run most mornings. Do you want to join me? I normally do a couple of miles starting at 06:30 if that’s okay with you?"

"Yeah that would be good" Richard replied thinking this would be a good time to try to bond with his client.

Excusing himself, Richard left the office and strolled down the corridor to his room. The room itself was spacious; with its own built-in wardrobe and bathroom. His luggage waited for him in his room. For the next half an hour, he busied himself, hanging his suits and casual clothing. He put his running gear on a chair, ready for the morning’s run. Once he had finished, he took a quick shower, dressed in jeans and t-shirt, and took a stroll in the local area.

The summer shadows were growing by the time he returned to the house. One of the security detail, whom he had not yet met, let him in. He was a giant of a man called Tom. They exchanged a few words before Richard decided he would hit the sack early. Tom wished him a good night and Richard once again climbed the stairs.

It had been a long first day, which had started at 5am that morning. In no time at all Richard drifted off into a deep sleep. Images of the beautiful Pandora filled his dreams, the sight of her naked back and shapely body.

With a start, Richard sat up in bed. Some second sense had alerted him to the fact that he was not alone. His hand went to his side to grasp the non-existent firearm. He stared into the gloom of the room, his eyes focusing on the silhouette of the figure standing at the end of his bed. The moonlight streamed through the window, reflecting off her creamy white skin. He quickly realised it was Pandora, her sleek black hair glinting in the moonlight.

Before he had chance to speak, she slowly and sensually teased the flimsy fabric of the nightie she was wearing over her shoulders. Letting it fall to the floor she took a pace forward. Her ample globes jutted forward, enticing him to reach out and touch.