Deanna was sweating still. Even the air conditioned car ride from the club was not enough to cool her down. She had enjoyed dancing with her friends all night, and her bodyguard, Nikki. She looked at Nikki as they got onto the elevator to Deanna's penthouse apartment on the 80th floor. Despite the elevator being an express, it would still take nearly two minutes to reach the apartment. Deanna was 26 years old and Nikki had been her bodyguard since she was 16. Nikki had been discharged from special forces after getting into a brutal altercation with another soldier and nearly killing her. The discharge had been honorable since the other woman had started it, but since the other woman was also a commander's daughter, Nikki was clearly getting out of the military. So at 22, she became a private security, high level body guard and Deanna was her first client. She had done similar work for dignitaries at times as a soldier and was a natural. She had watched Deanna mature into the woman she was today and Deanna had always remained respectful and kind. Nikki was being paid absurdly well for the work and Deanna's job and family took her to all parts of the world which Nikki loved. Over the years, both women, who were bisexual, allowed their business relationship to become a "with benefits". Neither was in love with the other beyond their deep friendship, but they enjoyed fucking when they didn't bring home someone else. And sometimes, even when they did. Tonight, they didn't bring home anyone, as Deanna had to work the next day and didn't want to have to 'one night stand' anyone. As they got onto the elevator, Deanna looked at Nikki and smiled. Now on the private elevator, Nikki took her little black dress off. "Oh gosh, I'm so fucking sticky.." she smiled. Deanna almost drooled. Nikki never wore a bra. She didn't need to. And she had on the tiniest G-string.
Deanna hit the stop button and pressed her body into Nikki's their big breasts pressed together as Deanna plunged her tongue into Nikki's warm mouth. They kissed passionately as Deanna rubbed Nikki's throbbing clit through the blonde's flimsy lace g-string. Nikki moaned.
They made out for several more seconds and finally Nikki broke the kiss and said, "Let's go upstairs."
Deanna smiled and hit the button. As she did, she spun and looked at Nikki, "Wait," she exclaimed, "Did you see that chick on the dance floor with the huge tits and the crazy leg tattoo? "
Nikki smiled, "Dee, you know what my job is, right? I saw her and the redhead that came in with her and the asian that met them. The three of them left 18 minutes before we did in a blue suburban. "
Deanna laughed. "You're so good, it makes me want to fuck you. "
"You will." Nikki smirked.
As the elevator climbed steadily towards the penthouse, Deanna looked at Nikki and said, "Have you ever worried about me?"
"Dee, that's my job. To worry about you. Do you remember when the Tajuana cartel sent those three women to kidnap you and they beat the shit out of me and took you?"
Deanna's face darkened, "Oh god, you got me back in like 20 minutes, and killed all three of them, but that big bitch really beat the shit out of you. And it was 20 minutes that seemed like an hour to me."
"Well it seemed like days to me. And yes, she broke two of my ribs and my index finger. She was a tough motherfucker."
Deanna started laughing, "But she wasn't the toughest bitch you ever fought, was she?"
Nikki looked puzzled for a second and then started laughing too. "No. You're right"
They said in synchrony, "Shawna Hess..."
"Oh gosh, remember her?" Deanna asked.
"How could I forget Shawna, that redheaded hottie. What did I win that night? A porsche and 1000 dollars in jewelry?"
"Something like that. All beacuse of a poker game."
"All because I wanted to fuck her girlfriend..." Nikki said and they both laughed again.
The elevator pinged. The door began to open. "Nikki, that chick with the big tits and the weird leg tattoo, she had evil eyes. She scared me a little."
"Deanna, why do you think I know what car she left in?"
They got off the elevator into the dimly lit lobby and walked through the fingerprint coded door to the penthouse, the lights in the foyer were out but the light in the sitting room was still on.
"I always wonder why it makes you or me nervous and whether we should be worried."
Suddenly Nikki stiffened. She spun to her right, towards the shadows of the foyer. Heels clacked on the hardwood. A new voice said, "You should be."
From the shadows came the woman with the crazy leg tattoo. She was totally naked.
"Go upstairs Deanna. Lock yourself in the room. Safe room too."
"Oh, she won't need that. I'm going to take her to my boss either way."
"Over my dead body." Nikki said.
"I know. If necessary." said the woman. "It's why I took my dress off. I don't want to get blood on it."
Deanna ran up the stairs to the second floor balcony of the aparatment. She couldn't bring herself to run to the safe room yet--she wanted to watch Nikki beat the shit out of this interloper....