The Principal's Daughter (6 page)

Leaving the room, Richard made his way up the stairs. As he reached the bottom of the staircase, he observed the shapely figure of Pandora coming down towards him. She was dressed in a very short white pleated tennis skirt with a tight-fitting white matching t-shirt, accentuating the shape of her impeccably formed globes. She was carrying a tennis racket in one hand and a couple of yellow balls in the other. As she passed him on the stairs, she gave him a cheeky grin and a wink. Pouting her lips at him, she imitated blowing him a kiss. She was seductive temptress and knew how to push Richard's buttons. He could feel himself growing in his jeans, the throbbing of his cock driving him wild. The scent of her perfume lingered after she had passed, a heady aroma.

On reaching the hall, she dropped one of the balls she was carrying. “Oops! I'm so clumsy," she said in a raised voice loud enough to make Richard turn around. The exclamation had the desired effect, and Richard swivelled to observe what had happened. The sight of her bending at the waist, her ass in the air, greeted him. The short skirt had ridden up just enough so he could see the shapely form of her rear. The white panties she was wearing grabbed his attention. Pandora grasped the ball she had dropped in her right hand, and looked over her shoulder.

She delighted at the look on Richard's face, knowing that he was getting hard at the sight of her butt exposed to him. Keeping the position, she placed down the racket and with a finger, traced a line around the area of her pussy. Teasing the material with its tip, causing the material to dampen and change colour.

The moment lasted only a few seconds, and she then stood erect once more, and carried on her way to the front door. Richard blew out a breath of air and shook his head. He did not know how long he would be able to carry on without someone noticing the connection between them. Putting it out of his mind, he continued to his room.

The team had met and been briefed, and Richard had left to collect Hank. He was surprised to find that both Clarissa and Pandora would be joining him for lunch. The reasoning for this was that Middle Eastern men loved the company of beautiful women, and it could help smooth over any tricky negotiations. Richard wondered who had suggested this, but it wasn't any of his concern. His primary objective was the safety of his Principal.

The security advance party had reported that there were no obstructions with the route. Although the traffic was heavy, they should arrive at their destination on time. The venue had been cleared, and they were awaiting the arrival of the rest of the team. Once they were there, the Security Advance Team would leave, and take up a position outside in case they were needed in a crisis.

The journey had lasted as planned, only just over ten minutes. The cars pulled up outside the famous London eatery. The second car waited until Richard opened the door for his client, and ushered the party inside. They would then give it a few minutes before the personal escort section would enter the restaurant.

Hank and his family made themselves known to the maître d', and were seated in the table that Rob had specified. This would give them the safest escape route if anything should happen. Nothing was left to chance when the safety of a security officer’s client was concerned.

Richard had taken a seat at a table close enough, but not too near to overhear conversation. Yet, it was ideal if he needed to step in to whisk his client away, should the need arise. He sat and carefully checked out the clientele in the room, looking for any sign of nervousness, hostile intentions, or anyone that did not fit in. Comfortable that everything seemed to be fine, he relaxed slightly. On cue, the rest of the team, with Rob leading them, was shown to a table in the corner of the room. They gave the impression of work colleagues or businessmen on a working lunch. This was the mark of a good security officer, the ability to blend in.

Every now and again Richard would glance over at Hank and his family to make sure everything was all right. On more than one occasion, he caught Pandora observing him, with that now-familiar salacious smile on her face.  Clarissa had noticed the attentions of her daughter and had placed her hand on her wrist, encouraging her to return to the conversation. Was she making it so obvious that her stepmother had begun to notice? Richard's pulse began to race, and hoped that he was just imagining it.

The family were soon joined by Hank’s lunch appointment. The Middle Eastern diplomat shook Hank’s hand, and smiled at the two women who were still seated. He took his place, and his bodyguard took up a position just behind them. Richard chuckled to himself when he saw the bloke had his back to his client. How was he going to safeguard his client if he could not see what was going on?

A group of three swarthy, half-shaven looking men in suits had taken a table just one away from Richard’s. They screamed out security detail to him. Looking nervously around, they were checking the diners out. Now, Richard knew why the British had such a good reputation for security work. They were never obtrusive, at least the ones who worked for reputable companies were not.

He turned his attention back to Hank, who was now giving his order to the waiter. As the waiter passed Richard, he stopped him and asked what his client had ordered. After receiving the answer, he picked the next item down from it, this being not so expensive. It was a benefit for personal protection officers to dine well when with their clients. The unspoken rule was you never overstepped the mark, and ordered the most expensive thing on the menu.

Hanks order came to the table and the party began to dig in. Richard sipped on his water, waiting for his meal to be served. Within minutes, his starter was placed in front of him. It looked and smelled gorgeous. He thanked the waiter, picked up his utensils and rapidly devoured the contents of the plate. One of the things he had learned was that a good close protection officer, should always be one course ahead of his principal. This was to ensure he was ready to leave prior to his client finishing his meal.

The meeting took almost two hours, and Pandora was getting a little loud, due to the amount of wine, she had consumed. She may have been the apple of her father's eye, but he politely admonished her for her behaviour. The meal was soon over and the group rose to leave. As they did so, Rob and the others left the restaurant, having already paid for their meal. Richard waited for the handshakes and goodbyes to be said and done, and followed closely behind Hank, heading for the exit.

The journey back had been uneventful, except for the chastisement that Hank had given Pandora for her actions earlier. It was apparent from what Richard heard that it was not the first time this had occurred. She obviously was a bit of a wild child, as he knew all too well.

Chapter Seven

The remainder of the week was occupied with escorting Hank to his office at the Embassy. There were no other meetings planned outside of this. The next big job would be the Embassy party on the coming Friday. This meant that Richard spent a lot of his time hanging around the Embassy building. The duties of a close protection officer or bodyguard were not as glamourous as the movies seemed to depict. Unlike the movie The Bodyguard with Kevin Costner, red carpet events were few and far between. This was not to say they did not have to deal with crowds that might endanger their clients. Luckily for Richard, his client had very few enemies, apart of course from the threat from Middle Eastern militant.

Rob had been keeping in touch with the anti-terrorist team at Scotland Yard. They had a team keeping the three Hezbollah militants under surveillance. Their intentions were unknown, but the precaution of surveillance made sense. This relieved some of the pressure from the security detail, but they remained on a high alert. It was not uncommon for terrorists to slip through the net.

Pandora had continued her teasing of Richard over the past three days, but no sexual activity had taken place. He had noticed a marked change in Clarissa, though. She had taken a stake in her daughter's attentions towards him. He hoped for his own sake that this was her just being protective of her stepdaughter. She had grown up without the guiding hand of a mother, and Clarissa had made it her mission to rectify that. At least that is how Richard perceived it.

At least while Richard was at the Embassy he was out of harm's way, un tempted to repeat the events of the other night. There was enough eye candy for him to marvel at in the building. He spent most of his time wandering around getting used to the layout of the complex. Going through his head the various scenarios and responses if the security umbrella was breached. This was highly unlikely given the number of armed Marines and security staff, not just outside but also within the Embassy.

The day dragged on, most of which Richard spent chatting to the Ambassador's secretary. She was a little thing only about five feet four inches, and came up to Richards's chest. She was heavily stacked in the chest department, and with a low-buttoned blouse. Her breasts were almost spilling over. She had a tiny waist and an ass to die for. Richard would just sit in her office and watch her move from her desk to the filing cabinet. her hips swaying provocatively, causing his dick to twitch in his suit trousers. He fantasised bending her over the desk, forcing up her tight fitting skirt, and plundering that sweet asshole, her tits forced into the polished mahogany surface, as he had his carnal actions with her.

The fantasy was broken by the sound of the public address system, asking that he make his way to Hanks office. Richard immediately rose, the recognisable sign of his hard on, evident for the secretary to see. She grinned as she took the teacup he had been drinking. Wishing him a good day, and remarking that she would see him tomorrow, she watched his arse as it disappeared out the door. She had a thing for British guys, especially ones with rugged good looks.

Richard knocked on Hank's office door, and asked to enter. His Principal was busy packing away the papers from his desk into a safe on the wall. Locking the safe, he turned on his heel, smiling at Richard he asked how his day had been.

"A little stagnant to be honest, Hank. I have drunk so much tea that I think my bladder is going to burst," he replied.

"Well, at least this evening you will have something to do. The Embassy parties are notorious for people getting drunk and making asses out of themselves. Just try and steer me clear of any of them, will you?" Hank laughed at his own joke.

"I will do my best" Richard responded, turning to open the door for his boss.

As they walked along the corridor, Richard spoke into his radio, ordering Carl to be outside in five minutes. Carl had parked around the corner in the secure car park. His day would have been about exciting as Richard’s. Therefore, by the time they had exited the building, he was waiting directly outside, engine running. Richard opened the rear door for Hank, who slid across the seat. Richard jumped into the passenger space, and they set off.

By the time they arrived back at the house, they only had two hours before they were leaving again for the party. Richard returned to his room, took out his dinner jacket, trousers, a dress shirt and bow tie. He hung them on the outside of the wardrobe, and ensured that they were in pristine condition. The shirt need ironing, but he would do that after he had showered.

He quickly undressed; tossing his clothes on the bed, and entered the bathroom. Opening the glass shower cubicle, he turned the dial to the required temperature. Rotating the control to release the water, he stood back, waiting for it reach the required heat. Steam quickly filled the room, and he stepped into the cubicle.

Lifting his face to the showerhead, he clenched his eyes tightly shut. The warm water made contact with his eyelids soothing them, releasing the tension of the day. Richard stood there for a moment motionless, allowing the water to cascade over his body. Taking a bottle of shower gel from the tray screwed to the tiles, he squeezed a generous portion into his hand. Massaging it first into his scalp, he worked his way down to his chest, torso then finally his groin. Cupping his balls in his hand, he lifted them, kneading the liquid all over. They felt heavy and full since he had not emptied them for a couple of days now, and the urge to satisfy that need was growing stronger.

Taking his shaft in his hand, he gently began to stroke it, feeling it throb in his grip. With the aid of the gel, it slid readily through his fingers. He thought of Pandora, her lithe body against his, her pussy muscles squeezing him. His hand action grew steadily faster as the images flickered through his brain. His veins were throbbing in his cock as he came close to his ejaculation. Placing his left hand against the wall of the cubicle, he watched as his hot come squirted from his dick. He was relieved as he felt his balls contract, their load now lightened. As he was squeezing the last drops, his attention drawn by the sound of a knock on the door.

Stepping out of the cubicle, he grabbed a towel and hastily wrapped it around him. Rushing out of the bathroom, he halted in his tracks at the sight of Pandora standing in the centre of the room. She looked radiant in her black cocktail dress she had purchased a few days before. Her cleavage was prominent, probably with aid of the underwear she had also bought that day. Her lips glowed a cherry red, moist and succulent. The makeup she had applied gave her the appearance of a toy doll. Although Richard had just satisfied himself, he felt the urge to rip off her dress and fuck her all over again.

"Would you help me put on this necklace, please?" she pleaded to him, her voice taking on a helpless tone.

Richard stood transfixed, admiring her. her long black sleek hair, pulled across to one side, fell over her left shoulder. The end of hair lay tantalisingly over her left breast.

“Of course,” Richard replied.

Taking the proffered necklace from her outstretched hand, her fingers lingered on his for just the briefest of moments. He stood behind her admiring her slender neck, which was exposed, as she pulled her hair further to the seed to give him access. The heady smell of her perfume filled his nostrils. With shaking hands, he lifted the necklace over her head. His body was pressing against her, and his cock was stiffening as she pushed back against him. Securing the necklace with its clasp, he pulled away from her.

“Pandora, we don’t have time for this” he admonished her.

“Why not? We have another half an hour before we have to leave” she pouted and gave a disappointed and desperate look.

“Yes and I have my shirt to iron, and few final checks and brief with Rob. What happened the other night should not have, I am paid to look after your father, not to screw his daughter,” he explained to her, not really sounding convincing.

“Okay but I’m not finished with you yet” Pandora spoke in a threatening voice.

Richard stood back, and with a gesture of his hand invited her to leave. She glared at him, her eyes burning bright, swivelled on her heel, and stormed out of the room. She was so used to getting her own way! How dare he reject her advances?

The security party for that night consisted of Richard, Rob and two members of the personal escort section. The security advance team had already swept the route and confirmed that it was clear. They then stood down for the night, and the remainder awaited the arrival of Hank, Clarissa, and Pandora.

They appeared together, walking across the plush carpet of the hallway. Hank was dressed in his dinner jacket and bow tie, his arm linked through Clarissa’s, while Pandora did the same on his other side.

“You’re looking very sharp there, Richard,” he greeted his bodyguard.

“That’s very nice of you to say so. I try my best,” Richard replied, blushing at the same time.

Clarissa’s eyes were all over him, checking him out from head to his highly polished shoes. Pandora gave a wink and a smile, appreciating what she saw, and knowing what lay beneath.

Ensuring that everyone was ready to depart, Rob spoke into his microphone and informed the two drivers they were leaving the building.

The journey through the city was uneventful. The traffic was busy but it was to be expected for a Friday evening at that time. On their arrival at the Embassy, they went through the usual security checks, but were waved through in a timely fashion. Hank was, after all, the number two diplomat at the Embassy.

They were some of the first to arrive, and Hank immediately sought out the Ambassador. Richard followed on a pace or so behind him, while Rob headed over to the head of the Ambassador’s security detail. The brief conversation with the Ambassador had come to its conclusion and Hank and his family lined up to his left to receive the guests that were now arriving.

Richard stood just behind his client, eyeing each of the guests as they made their way down the line. Nations’ diplomats from all over the world were present, from the Far and Middle East, to the countries of Africa, and the New World. It was a full hour before the formal greetings had ended. Hank shook hands with the Ambassador and gave his wife a peck on the cheek. He explained that he had better mingle, to which they nodded their approval.

For the rest of the evening, Richard shadowed his Principal, never more than two or three paces away from him. He was drinking sparkling mineral water and could die for a glass of the Champagne the rest of the guests were consuming in great quantities. To try and blend in, he would engage in conversation with some of the guests, his back never shown to his client.

Pandora’s voice rose more and more as the night went on, her hysterical laughter echoing through the great hall. The look of disapproval once again from her father spoke volumes, but was disregarded by the spoilt brat. She wasn’t the only one enjoying the free hospitality, as Richard saw that man others were looking a little worse for wear.

  Rob’s voice in his ear caused Richard to break the conversation he was having with a pretty lady from Australia.

“Looks like one of the Middle Eastern delegates has had a little too much to drink. Strange that, as Muslims aren’t supposed to touch alcohol.” Rob sounded sarcastic, but it made Richard smile.

His senses were heightened for any impending danger, moving closer to Hank as he observed the drunken man making a bee line towards him. The look on his face told him that the audience he sought was not going to be friendly. When he was about six feet from his client, Richard expertly placed his body in between Hank and the would-be troublemaker. With a firm grip on his upper arm, he guided him away. He nodded to one of the Ambassador’s security detail a few paces away. Without a word exchanged. the American whisked the now protesting man out of the room. As Richard was about to turn around he felt a hand squeeze his arse cheek.

Rotating his body, he looked about him, no one was near except Clarissa who had her back to him. As he shrugged off what he thought must have been his overactive imagination, Clarissa looked over her shoulder and winked. What the fuck, he thought to himself, has she really just done that with her husband right beside her?

The guests slowly began to depart, the hour was late, and Richard’s feet were beginning to ache. The amount of water he had consumed made his bladder feel like it was going to burst. He looked across at Rob, and motioned him across.

“Keep an eye on Hank for me will you? I need to take a piss,” he said as Rob joined him.

“No worries mate, don’t be long I think he wants to leave in ten minutes” Rob said taking up a position close to Hank.

Richard disappeared, but returned after only a short while. Hank was putting a shawl around his wife’s shoulders. Pandora was draining another glass of Champagne, swaying unsteadily on her feet. Hank took the glass from her and handed it to a passing waiter. Richard couldn’t quite make out what was said, but she didn’t look happy.

They left just minutes later, the personal escort section and Richard forming a protective cordon around the group as they made their way to the cars. Everyone now back in the safety of the vehicles after another successful night, they headed out of the Embassy grounds and back to Belgravia.

The door was opened by one of the security advance party, who returned to the house after clearing the route. Clarissa had to give her daughter a helping hand navigating the few steps into the building. Hank was not in a good mood, and Richard could see another argument coming with his daughter. He was surprised when his client turned around once they were inside and proclaim.