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  "What the fuck are you doing here Rob?" he answered breaking into a deep guttural laugh.

  "For my sins, I'm your team leader (TL)" Rob replied warmly, shaking Richards hand in a vise like a grip.

  It had been almost ten years since the pair had last met. Rob Saunders had been a member of the Parachute Regiment and had attended a weapons instructor's course the same time as Richard in the Brecon Beacons in Wales. He was the consummate soldier, professional in everything he did. Richard had struck up a close friendship with him on the course and respected him greatly.

  "It's great to see you again. Rob ya Para wanker" Richard returned the greeting, in only a way soldiers do.

  "When I saw your name on the communications we received from the company, I knew it was you. I think you will like this gig, the family is nice, and the job is varied. Come on we have a little time for a catch-up before your meeting with the client." he placed his arm around Richard's shoulder and led him off to a side room.

  For the next hour or so the two chatted over cups of coffee and tea. Rob had been working in the private security industry for the past two years since leaving the military. He had recently returned from a contract in Iraq for the same company that Richard was now working. He explained what to expect when he found that Richard was deploying after this job. The time had flown by, and it was time for Richard to meet his new Principal.

  Heading up the winding staircase his heart rate began to rise, again nervously adjusting his tie he once again checked his dress. Rob led him down a long corridor to a set of double doors. Halting outside he knocked sharply on the door and waited for a reply.

  "Come in!" a voice called from within.

  Rob threw open the door and invited Richard inside with a wave of his hand. Richard entered and turned as he heard the door close behind him. Rotating his head back to face the front, the figure of a well-dressed individual sat at a rather splendid writing desk. He rose from the leather bound chair he was sitting in and strode towards Richard. He must have been around 6-foot-two, Richard guessed. He was slim, and his suit hugged his shape, giving him the appearance of an Italian model. The dark hair with greying temples and friendly eyes confirmed this was his new client.

  “Hi there, Richard. I’m Hank Rogers. It’s great to meet you.” The voice was warm, soft, and friendly. "Hello, Mr. Rogers. It’s a pleasure to meet you as well,” Richard replied, feeling the warmth of his principal's grip.

  "You can drop the Mister bullshit, just call me Hank.” His new boss chuckled as he said it, putting Richard at ease.

  Taking a seat at his desk, he pulled up a chair for Richard who sat down. For the next half-hour, the two got to know one another. Richard asked a myriad of questions relating to any likes, dislikes, allergies, family history and all the things he had been taught on his course. His new boss was forthright in providing the information. The best client-bodyguard relationship is one built on trust and honesty. Hank didn't hold back on anything, and the two of them chatted like old friends. The last bit of information that Richard required was if there had been any threats or groups that may wish to harm him. He already knew the answer, having read the case file, just wanting to see if there was anything that was missing. Hank told him what he already knew. There was a possible threat to his life by certain Middle Eastern groups. This came from his time recently spent in Syria at the embassy there.

  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 s
he 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.