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Life was tough after the SAS but not in the ways I'd expected. I certainly had a lot more respect for 'civvys' than when I'd been in. Now I'd finally followed the well-trodden route to being a commercial bodyguard, my life consisted of shopping and dropping kids off to school. Oh and resisting the temptations of all the gorgeous wives who threw themselves at me. Giving in to that one would be guaranteed to stop me ever working again!

Extract:

I was in the Wellington at seven thirty, getting a couple of 'warmers into the bank,' as we used to say in the army. Simone walked in exactly an hour later and there was still no sign of anyone else that looked remotely like a bodyguard. "Where are the others?" I greeted her, as I thought it would sound better than 'why are you so late!'

"I'll have a Chardonnay," she smiled in return.
I helped her off with her furry jacket and tried not to stare, as I went back to the bar. Simone had looked almost straight up and down in the office but she was far from flat-busted. I don't know what sort of reverse Wonderbra she wore to work but it was now back in the drawer. She wore a thin cotton blouse and short skirt and her body was enough to turn a gay man. I quickly looked away and almost ran to the bar with my second inappropriate erection of the day. It didn't take long to be served – my drink for the barman earlier had seen to that and a couple of minutes later, I was sitting opposite her.

"Don't be a stranger," she giggled and patted the leather bench next to her. I shrugged and move to a respectable distance from her, which she immediately closed so her warm, soft thigh was pressing against me.

"So? Where are the others?" I asked again, although by now I think I knew the answer.

"I've got a confession," the hot twenty-two-year-old giggled and pressed her thigh against me even harder.

"Oh?"

"They're not coming! I just wanted the chance to get to know you better."

I took a long slug of my bitter. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea," I finally said with some reluctance.

Her soft hand was now on my upper thigh, gently caressing. "Why?" She said dreamily.
I took a breath. "Well, apart from Stewart's 'golden rules,' there's the fact that I'm old enough to be your father."

"Oh God!" Simone moaned liked she had cum there and then. "I love father figures!" She drained her wine glass in one and looked at me with soft, cow-like eyes. "Stewart's silly rules only count for clients and he wouldn't dare interfere in my life anyway."

"Why not?" My professional curiosity peaked.

She stood and grabbed my hand. "I'll tell you later if you come back to my flat and fuck me like the dirtiest slut ever."