The Principal's Daughter Page 6

  After making his way downstairs, Richard entered the spacious dining room. The room itself had a high ceiling with a crystal chandelier at its centre. A bit ostentatious for a group of three, he thought to himself. Hank and his family were already seated, chatting amongst themselves.

  Hank rose from his seat and pulled back a chair for Richard to take. Richard nodded in appreciation, and wished both Pandora and Clarissa good morning.

  "What will you have for breakfast, then?" Hank asked

  "A full English, if there is one going" Richard replied, never being shy at coming forward.

  "No problem at all. I'll tell the chef." With that, he left the room.

  There was an uncomfortable silence as the two women and Richard waited for Hank’s return. Pandora would give him a sly glance, a smirk crossing her mouth. At last, the silence was broken as Hank strolled back into the room. He carried a plate heaped with bacon, sausage, egg, tomatoes and baked beans. Placing it down in front of Richard, he took his chair once again.

  Picking up his knife and fork, Richard began to devour the mountain of food. The exertions he had expended with Pandora, and then the run with Hank had left him needing to top up his energy levels. He placed the first fork into his mouth, and as he did Hank spoke up.

  "You must have really impressed my daughter yesterday. It was her idea to invite you to breakfast. She doesn't normally take easily to people, so you must be doing something right"

  Richard almost choked on the sausage he had placed in his mouth.

  "She is a lovely young woman. You must be really proud," Richard said, trying to sound genuine.

  Pandora tittered, and fluttered her eyelashes at him. Then Richard felt a foot stroke the inside of his inner thigh. He surreptitiously looked under the table, to see Pandora's outstretched leg. She had kicked off her shoe, and her toes were attempting to find his crotch. Richard shifted in his seat, causing the foot to fall to the floor. Pandora's face twisted, her eyes wide open. It was a warning, thought Richard. She meant to use him at every opportunity.

  The remainder of breakfast was taken up with small talk and current affairs. Richard still felt uncomfortable with Pandora's scathing looks. He was thankful when Hank stood and said he was going to his office. This was his cue to make a rapid escape. Excusing himself, he headed out the door in search of Rob.

  The team room was empty except for Rob pondering over a map laid out on the table. He was in deep concentration, and seemed to have a concerned look on his face. He looked up as Richard walked into the room.

  "Good morning again, mate" he greeted Richard, the worried look on his face still present. "To keep you up to speed, I have received an intelligence update from Scotland Yard's Anti-Terrorism team. The UK Border Agency have flagged up to them the entry of three known Hezbollah members, out of Syria. Hezbollah are a Shi'a Islamist militant group and political party based in Lebanon. They cannot confirm anything but suggest there may be an attempt on Mr. Rogers's life"

  "I see. So it's time to start earning our money, then," Richard responded, joining Rob at the table. He now understood the reason for the concerned look on Rob’s face.

  The next hour was spent going over the itinerary for that morning. It was only a lunch meeting with a member of the Lebanese Ministry, but they needed to make sure all angles were covered. The venue was to be the Ivy Restaurant in the affluent Chelsea area of the city. This was only a ten-minute car drive from Belgravia, so the transit shouldn't be a problem. The security advance party, which consisted of normally a driver and two people, would check out the venue thirty minutes prior to their arrival. This was normal procedure, and Richard had practiced it many times on his course. They would sweep the venue for likely escape routes, and would inspect for unsavoury characters in the building. It was their task also to drive the route and make sure that they would travel unimpeded.

  The main party would consist of two cars, the client’s leading, with Carl driving, and Richard with Hank. Rob was team leader. Along with Rob, a driver and two others formed the personal escort section, which would follow up with the second car. If there was an issue on route like a breakdown, or threat to the principal, the client would be transferred, or “cross-decked” to the second vehicle. This would allow travel without delay.

  Once Rob was happy that Richard was in the picture, he asked if he had any concerns, or any problems he might foresee. This was what was known as a “Chinese parliament,” and was used by most British military forces. Richard asked a series of questions which Rob readily answered. Nodding his head at the plan, and content with the drills to be carried out, Richard turned to Rob and said, "Well it looks like we're good to go. I'm going to get changed into my suit. What time do you want to meet up?"

  Rob smiled at him. It was great to work with people like him, consummate professionals. Little did he know about the events of the previous night.

  "I'll get the team to meet here thirty minutes before to run through the move," Rob said

  "Okay I'm off to my room then, I will check with Hank to see what he is wearing, don't want to out stage him." The pair of them laughed, but there was a serious point to Richard’s remark. A close protection officer never put himself in a position to embarrass his client.

  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 return
ed 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.