TV personality Rachel Riley has been receiving lots of abuse online lately from some trolls. Her agent is worried about her safety so hired security to escort her around wherever she goes.
Luckily for me I work for said security firm. We deal with a lot of high profile people all the time so it didn't faze me when I was asked to be that person. I have always had a thing for her, ever since she appeared on Strictly Come Dancing. That girl has a figure to die for and never ending legs.
She likes to show them off when she is on Countdown in the skimpy dresses she wears. Today was one of those days.
I always wait in her dressing room until after she has finished filming, watching the filming taking place on the TV. She didn't seem herself today.
After filming had finished she made her way to the dressing room. As she enters she asks me if I can take her straight home tonight and not to her boyfriend's Pasha's house. This is quite unusual for her as nearly every night she goes for what I can tell is a bit of a 'release' so to speak.
"Is everything alright Rachel?" I ask her as she collects her stuff and heads out the dressing room.
"Not really Mark, we had a blazing row this morning which has played on my mind all day. That's why I haven't seemed myself today. I don't know how much longer we will be together. I think the 'Strictly Curse' is affecting us in a different way. I feel like we have lost that buzz we had and things are just stale in every way."
I wasn't going to pry as it's not my place but she made sure to emphasize the word 'every', clearly meaning the bedroom department.
The journey back to her house is a quiet one as she is on her phone most of the time, a couple of calls which I could hear getting heated. As we pull up to her house I always walk her inside to make sure it is safe.
"Everything is good to go Rachel, I will be outside in the car if you need anything." I state as I begin to head towards the door. Normally she says ok and I leave but this time was different.
"Do you mind staying with me for a while Mark, I don't feel like being alone right now and I feel safe when you are here." I could see the sadness in her eyes as she asked me, how could I say no?
I nod as I take my coat off and make myself comfortable. She fetches us both a drink. I won't drink while working so I just have a water while she fixes herself a large glass of wine.
We sit there talking easily for a couple of hours. In this time she has gone through a bottle of wine and decides to fix herself something stronger, she brings out a bottle of vodka and pours herself a glass.
"Wow, it really was a bad day for you wasn't it!" I laugh as she sips on it. She has kicked her shoes off and has her feet tucked under her legs. They still look stunning and her toes are beautifully painted along with her nails. She clearly takes care of herself.
She seems to be relaxing a lot more now. She starts rubbing her shoulder though, she looks in some pain. "Is everything alright?" I ask.
"I think I slept funny last night, shoulder is killing me. Just another thing to add to my woes!"
"Would you like me to massage it? See if I can release any tension for you?" She nods and smiles.
I stand up and walk behind her as I begin to work on where she says the pain is. She lets out a slight moan as her head rolls forward, clearly enjoying it. I work on the other shoulder at the same time as
I slide the straps of her dress down her shoulders to give me more access.
I work her shoulders for a good 15 minutes. She is really relaxed now. "You know what would also be good? A nice head massage for you." I don't give her a chance to answer as my hands work their way up to her head, running through her hair and starting to massage her temples. The tension drains from her as I feel her body start to really relax. This is like heaven for me. "I bet Pasha never does this for you does he?" I ask.
She doesn't say a word, clearly enjoying it. By now I am starting to get a bit turned on, there has always been something about giving a massage that does it for me. I decide to take a chance and tell her to lay down so I can really work on her back and shoulders.
"How about we go upstairs so I can really get comfy." She says, already heading that way. I can't help but watch her pert ass sway as she makes her way upstairs. I follow her as we step into her bedroom. There isn't much to it, pretty plain but nice looking dΓ©cor.
"Can you unzip me? I'm just going to make myself more comfortable before I lay down."
I oblige and unzip her dress, as the zip comes down I can see she isn't wearing a bra. She holds her dress up as she steps into her walk in closet. She tells me there is some body cream in the drawer next to bed which I can use. I grab the cream as she comes out in a fluffy dressing gown. She walks over to the bed and lays down on her front, unstrapping it before she lays down.
I move the dressing gown down to her hips, not wanting to take this too far just in case. Squirting some cream onto my hands I start to massage her again, this time really able to work through the knots. Her arms are above her head and I massage them as well, including her hands. She lets out another moan. "Wow, were you a masseuse in a previous life?!" she asks laughing. "This is amazing!"