I will never forget the day I met Angie Franks, the former Gertrude Schmittenhauser. We met at a charity event. I was working as private security, plain clothes and not uniformed. The hoi-poloi didn't like having too many uniforms around.
There had been several protests in the city lately. Not legitimate ones but professional shit-disturbers who make it their life's goal to make someone more unhappy than they are.
I had my eye on a couple of guests who didn't have the relaxed, comfortable look of invited guests about them. They were paying far too much attention to who was where in the room. That was when I spotted Angie Franks.
I could be forgiven for taking my eyes off a couple of questionable guests when I saw Angie. She was an absolutely stunning woman. She was a decent actress but kept landing parts as a sex kitten, it was hard to shake that image and the dress she wore tonight did nothing to help her get taken more seriously.
The questionable guests just happened to walk behind Angie or I'd have missed them. I saw both of them reach into the bags they were carrying. It looked wrong. I leapt, knocking both of them down. At the same time, a protest banner was released from a balcony. I held the two interlopers down till more help arrived. Before they were led off I checked their bags, it was bear spray. We were taught to treat bear spray as the equivalent of a loaded weapon.
Their target had been virtually anyone within 35 feet of them but specifically, they wanted Angie Franks. Angie had raised the ire of several radical feminist groups.
The party carried on and the police took the protesters away. Later that evening when the news leaked that Angie had been the primary target she sought me out.
"I just wanted to thank you for protecting me back there. It was very brave of you to tackle them without knowing what was in their bags. What is your name?"
"Peter Hamilton, call me Pete."
"You're also a man of few words."
"I'm a little bit intimidated, I don't often get a chance to talk to a movie star."
"I know we've just met and this is too formal an occasion, plus you are working. Here is my number. Give me a call and we can arrange a more casual meeting. Thank you again. I owe you one!"
She said that with her trademark "come hither look" and husky voice. I felt my little head overruling my big head but had to shake it off if I was going to be effective for the rest of the night.
She continued her schmoozing however I would occasionally catch her glancing over at me and smiling.
Two days later I texted the number.
"Hello, Angie. Thank you for giving me your number and the opportunity to meet casually. I would enjoy that. Tell me when and where. And I'll be there."
We met at a coffee shop downtown. It had some private rooms so more famous people could relax without being mobbed.
She still looked wonderful in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt with cowboy boots. Her blonde hair was done up in a ponytail. Even in casual attire and lightly made up she still projected a strong sense of sexuality.
"I still can't get over how you knew those two were going to attack us."
"I had been watching them for a while. They seemed far too furtive to be guests. They were nervous. You walked right between me and them. My attention was uh...divided. At the last second, I saw them reach inside their bags at the same time and I tackled them."
"Did I distract you?" she asked coyly.
"Ms. Franks your gown bared one flawless shoulder, the gown material was as light as an angel's breath and did nothing to hide your rather obvious charms. Yes, you were the cause of my distraction. It is rare when I am on the job but I think I could be excused."
She actually blushed which made her look even more beautiful.
"I'm sorry for distracting you. I dressed that way at the advise of my manager."
"I read somewhere that you want to get more serious roles. I don't know what your manager is thinking but dressing as you did that night just reinforces that sex kitten vibe."
"I know. But as my manager says, that's what pays the bills. What led you to your choice of career?"
"I was a fair athlete in school. I stayed in shape and took martial arts training. I went to university but I didn't fit into the narrow leftism in academia. I left and got a job with a private investigation firm. I did a lot of stake out and night work. I learned the business from there. The job is constantly changing with technology and we have to adapt with it. I'm constantly learning. Body guard training was a great asset too because of the number of VIPs in town. All in all I'm happy with my career path."
"Well you earned your keep the other night. Do you ever do longer contracts?"
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"I like you. I think you would be a great guy to hire as a body guard. You are also personable with a sense of humour. I think we would make a great team."
The thoughts of getting that close to Angie Franks would cause most mortal men to shake in their shoes. I was mortal because I was shaking in mine.
"To work with you would be wonderful. Would this be a 24/7 job or occasional?"
"Occasional to start. We can see where it goes from there. I'll have my manager send you the details. I have an event this Saturday night so keep that open for me."
This was a job men would kill for. I was a lucky man.
That Saturday I stuck by her side. She was dressed a little more conservatively this time but not much. Her medium-sized breasts were on full display. The large nipples which appeared to be erect all of the time were hard to ignore.
She was glad handing and giving air kisses to all the toffs and nabobs present. One gentleman thought he deserved more than an air kiss. He held her and kissed her cheek but a hand slid up to touch her breast.
I stepped in and put one of my large hands between them and pushed him back away from her.
"Excuse me sir but you're violating Ms Franks' personal space. Please don't do it again."
He paled at first then started to bluster. Shouting "of all the nerve!"
She spoke to him.
"Felix, he is my personal protector. Please don't get him riled or he may hurt you."
He backed away, embarrassed and angry.
"Pete, it's okay if they get that close. Although Felix can get a little handsy at times. If you notice someone getting a little too friendly just watch me. If I nod my head then please don't intervene. If I shake my head no then step in. Is that okay?"
"Got it."
She kept making the rounds until one strapping young man came up to her and gave her a hug. She nodded her head indicating that I should back off. They spent a fair bit of time talking together. They started off walking towards the elevators. I stayed maybe a step or two away following them. We got on the elevator. She told the guy that I was her private security. He wouldn't look at me, he just kept quiet.
They entered a suite. I looked to Angie for instructions. She indicated I should follow.
They poured a glass of wine each and sat and talked. I stood out of their line of sight but where I could keep an eye on them. It isn't as easy as you might think.
After the wine, the kissing began. I felt a little odd just standing there watching. It got worse when he started mauling her tits. It looked like she was loving the attention so I kept up my vigilance.
They both stood and walked back into a bedroom and she whispered to me.
"Stay just outside the door."
The door didn't close completely behind them. I stood there and heard the sound of belts unfastening and zippers being unzipped. The moans and sighs of the beginning of foreplay. The smacking of lips being kissed along with who knows what other body parts. My imagination filled in the blanks.
Then came the main act. It was like a soundtrack to a porn video. The grunting, the moaning, the sound of wetness and bodies slapping against each other. I endured hearing that for maybe five minutes before he obviously had shot his load because the activity stopped.
He came out of the bedroom looked at me with a huge shit-eating grin on his face and walked out.
I waited for Angie, who was busy putting herself back together. Half an hour later she emerged looking perfect.
"Sorry about that. He's an old friend."
"So how does someone get to become an old friend?" I asked realizing I was likely way out of line.
"You need to become a new one first and you and me are already new friends. Did that bother you?"
"You want the truth or something watered down?"
"The truth."
"Yes, it bothered me. Listening to you making love with him was highly erotic. My mind filled in the pictures. It excited me and it felt wrong. It had a voyeuristic aspect to it. If I may also say it made me feel a touch jealous."
"I accept that it would make you uncomfortable. I can easily imagine that you found it erotic. You might have a voyeuristic streak in you. But why jealous? You and I aren't intimate. Did you feel a sense of ownership?"
"No, not ownership, more a sense of wishing it was me."
"Really? We don't even know each other that well yet. I'll have to keep my eyes on you!" She smiled her killer smile and we went back down to the festivities.
I did a lot of thinking about that night. Why did I feel the way I did? I liked her, admired her and yes, if I was honest with myself, I lusted after her, who wouldn't?
