Is it love or lust?
Is it love?
That was the question I asked about my feelings for the little Rock Chick who had stormed into my life and turned it upside down. Every time I thought about her my stomach flipped, my heart beat faster and my cock twitched. So what is that, love or lust?
She had put me through so much, set me up for a beating on more than one occasion, blackmailed me, had vicious fights with me, tugged at my heart strings and had treated me to awesome sex. She had toyed with my emotions, almost cost me my job, and regularly made me nervous of what would happen next.
I could not get her out of my mind. Is that love?
Now it is fair to say I am a two timing bastard, twice married and divorced, kids, and twenty years older than her. But in my defence she has done most of the chasing and I am still in good shape and not bad looking in a George Clooney sort of way.
I guess it’s rather flattering, having a hot young girl after you, even if she is a bitch.
Gemma is hot, a fit body, a razor like wit, tough, demanding and, on the other hand, cute and sensitive. She’ll tear you apart in the ring then make passionate love to you. What else could a man want?
But is that love or lust?
You will know, if you have been following my life these past weeks, that I have been sleeping with her, but that when the opportunity has arisen I have strayed to other beds. My most recent deviation was with Soraya who is even younger. Well if you knew her you would deviate.
Can I help it if these girls throw themselves at me. Oh I sometime wish I could control my cock.
So….Gemma has finally used her father’s influence to get a job with ‘The Firm’, (he is my boss), and I am doing her initial training. We have completed the first week, which went well. Ok we had a bit of a fight to start with but it’s worked out ok. So far any way.
Today is Sunday and Gemma is with her family, they don’t know about me yet. I am at home resting. I can’t begin to tell you how demanding it is working with her and then the fights after work, and the sex, oh shit yeah, the sex.
Demanding? No it’s just exhausting…hey I’m getting on a bit, have a heart.
Tomorrow we have our first assignment, we are to relieve a team that have been on protection over the weekend, so an early start, and the swap is at 7am.
We will then protect a well known super model ‘X’ for 5 days, 24/7, against someone who has threatened her. The threats were obviously taken seriously so ‘The Firm’ were called in. As ’X’ is female it requires that we provide a mixed protection team, one male, one female. It’s a low level threat so an ideal opportunity for me to take Gemma and give her some on the job experience.
At 5am Gemma pulls in to my drive, I’m ready and go out with my packed bag to meet her. We are dressing to blend in, me in a dark suit, pale blue shirt and no tie. Gemma emerges from the car, ok she is only 5’3’’ but looks like she is going on the catwalk.
Her short black hair shines, her legs are covered by black trousers that reveal her shapely legs and are tailored so that they finish perfectly on shiny
high heeled shoes. A red shirt, with collar and open neck where a black necklace shows, is covered by a black ¾ length frock coat which is also tailored to perfection. She looks stunning. My cock responds and she notices.
“Glad you approve” she smiles, nodding towards my bulge.
As we drive to the location I fill her in on what we will be doing, going over as many scenario’s as possible. Trying to cover, in theory, as many angles as we can without knowing the layout of the premises and exactly what other issues may arise.
We arrive at the location in plenty of time and I take her on a sweep of the area so that she knows what to look for. We did this last week in practice so I let her lead the way. She’s good. Then I guess she’s had a good teacher.
At the appointed time we go to the house and the door is opened as we approach. To my surprise, and to the obvious annoyance of Gemma the person opening the door is Soraya. I could feel Gemma’s anger bubbling as Soraya leaned forward smiling and kissed me on both cheeks before giving a curt nod to Gemma.
At least this bulge in my trousers was hidden from Gemma as I was in front of her.
Gemma and Soraya had some history (come to think of so did me and Soraya) and now was not the time to re-kindle old issues. I stared at Gemma with a sort of ‘Stay professional’ look.
“I thought you were abroad” I said to Soraya as she led us through to the kitchen.
“Got back last week and was sent straight here for the weekend, short staffed as usual” She retorted. “You guys wanna get on with the briefing, I’m dead tired and can’t wait to get home” she added.
“Fine” I said letting my gaze hold hers for a little too long. Well long enough for Gemma to remind us she was there.
“How about you get on with it we don’t want to keep you” Hissed Gemma staring hard at Soraya.
Glaring back Soraya growled “You got a leash for that Duke?”
I so wanted to laugh but this was work, if it wasn’t, wow, this would be fun. I do have to say, Soraya looked amazing in a short dress that showed off her long toned legs….anyway back to business.
As Soraya took us through the details it gave me a chance to look at her even longer, I could feel the icy glare from Gemma directed at me, and occasionally noticed her look at Soraya as if she wanted to kill her. I just hoped she was listening to the briefing and not letting her emotions take over.
At the end of the briefing Soraya’s partner, Andy, came through to let us know all was well and that ’X’ was just getting up. I like Andy he is very professional and a first class operative. But he would be, I trained him.
Andy left and Soraya hung around to introduce us to ‘X‘, much to Gemma’s annoyance. I sent her on another reconnaissance this time closer to the house, and asked her to learn the layout, including the gardens. I couldn’t afford to keep these two girls together in case, well, just in case.
Any way with Gemma out of the way I could have a nice chat to Soraya.
That was the plan but as soon as Gemma was out of the door, Soraya checked on ‘X’ who was doing some sort of meditation, then came back to the kitchen, walked straight up to me and kissed me deep and hard.
Well what’s a man supposed to do?
I kissed her back of course, and so would you have done if a sexy girl came up to you and flung herself at you.
Eventually I had to push her off, I couldn’t take a chance that ’X’ would walk in on us.
So we chatted until Gemma called and said she was coming back in and a few minutes later we were around the kitchen table where the tension could be cut with a knife.
Thank goodness ‘X’ came through and the introductions were done and Soraya left, after giving me a kiss on each cheek. This of course wound Gemma up even more.
‘X’ started chatting. I thought she looked quite plain with no make up, in fact Gemma was better looking. Well in my opinion. She was relaxed and wore a baggy green track suit, very unflattering.
She seemed quite nice then turned to Gemma and looked down at her, ‘X’ is about 5’11’’, “How is this little shit gonna protect me” she growled. “She’s not big enough to look after herself”
Before I could answer Gemma had moved into a defensive stance and was staring at ‘X’. I think she was hoping ‘X’ would take a pop at her.
I intervened “Oh Gemma is quite good at that sort of thing” I said fairly non-commitally.
“Really” she continued “I’m going into my gym now for a workout perhaps you would like to join me little girl”
“Love to” said Gemma “I’ll just get my stuff from the car , which room you having Duke?”
I walked Gemma to the door “Don’t do this Gemma, this is work not some fucking clubroom brawl”.
“Calm down Duke, I’m only gonna exercise with her”
Oh shit why did I have this bad feeling.
While the girls got changed I made a tour of the house, more for the distraction than out of necessity. When I arrived at the gym ‘X’ was showing Gemma some of the moves from the latest fitness dvd she had just made. Of course you can guess the reaction a certain body part took at the sight of these two working out in lycra.
I just sat and admired the view. What a day for a day dream.
I guess my mind was far away, dreaming of something dirty when I heard the words I really did not want to hear. My attention was immediately back to the moment. Gemma must have mentioned being a fighter. It turns out ‘X’ has done a bit of Ju Jitsu, Karate and Judo.
I heard ‘X’ say “Show me a few moves I love to learn”
Gemma glanced my way and I gave her the most forbidding look I could muster. “I don’t think that will be appropriate” I interjected.
“It’s ok Duke I’m a big girl I can take care of myself” and, looking at Gemma, continued “make sure you don’t scratch me and keep away from the face”.
With that they faced each other and Gemma had taken hold of the models arm before she could move and, twisting the wrist and ducking under and with one swift movement she had the tall girl in an armbar. Thankfully letting go immediately before she caused injury. As Gemma moved to face her again ‘X’ nodded “Fast” was all she said.
Bouncing on her toes Gemma moved her left foot back balanced on it and whipped her right leg towards ‘Xs’ mid section. ‘X’ was ready and grabbed Gemma’s foot, then, pulling down and forwards used her long right leg to sweep Gemma’s left leg sending her to the floor with a thud.
Oh shit. Gemma’s face darkened and she was up so fast ‘X’ hadn’t even got upright. Gemma speared her taking her down and winding her. Before I could get up and cover the short distance between me and the girls, Gemma had flipped her face down and applied a camel clutch.
That’s enough I yelled as I grabbed Gemma’s arm. She let go, reluctantly. I helped ‘X’ up. She looked so angry I thought we were in serious trouble. Looking at Gemma she half smiled “Not bad for someone so small” she whispered then offered her hand to Gemma. I breathed a sigh of relief as Gemma extended her hand and moved forward,
With lightening speed ‘X’ dodged the handshake and slapped Gemma across the face. I dived in between them just as Gemma went to retaliate and took her kick in my ribs. Air rushed from my body and I dropped to my knees. I looked up at Gemma who just shrugged and walked from the room. She really could be a bitch sometimes.
Then, to my utter astonishment, I felt ‘X’ next to me kneeling, her arm around my shoulder, her soft hand caressing the kick zone, she gazed into my eyes, leant forward and kissed me.
Her lips were like velvet, her skin like the softest peach, her firm breasts hard against my chest, her hands gentle as they caressed me and her long fingers suggestive in their movements. Her tongue explored my mouth and I responded.
The kiss seemed to last forever. I was glad we were kneeling, at least she couldn’t see my other response.
Finally my brain re-gained control and I pushed her away. She stood, smiled and said “Soraya told me all about you Duke. It’s going to be a good week, what with you and your little friend” Then she left the room leaving me on my knees.
Why me?
What have I done to deserve all this?
Can I help the way I’m made?
And shit I smiled to myself why am I so irresistible?
I better go and find Gemma I thought, make sure she’s ok, there I go again back to Gemma.
Is that love or lust?
