Bodyguarding: Dafne and Xochitl
Weeks had passed since Rick and Dafne's first fuck. Their unprofessional relationship had continued as the tour for Deadpool and Wolverine continued from premier to premier around the globe. In public and during the day Dafne barely regarded Rick, less bubbly with him than the other bodyguards on their detail like Dexter and Big Sam but when they were alone... the sparks flew. Rick has discarded his feelings of immorality regarding the girl, any risk of getting fired was beyond worth it for the chance to fuck this young cock hungry slut whenever he got the chance. From LA to Tokyo, from Paris to New York they'd fucked in hotel rooms, on the beds, the sofas and the showers. Then the next day they continued like they were strangers to each other. Even when Dafne was in her 'ignoring Rick' mode she'd still WhatsApp him a picture of her tits only to make him want her more.
They were near the end of tour; their final stop was the London premier. Back home for the both of them but for her more than him, a man who stayed away from London as much as physically possible. Rick had always felt like an alien in London, it was nothing like Glasgow where he grew up. The premier was the usual affair, stalking closely to her but far away enough to not end up in the pap pics. It was dull at this point and Rick was zoning out in Leicester Square as Dafne answered a question about being in Secret Wars for the fifth time that night. Rick had earned respect for actors having to answer these benign questions repeatedly every day with some level of faux enthusiasm. But at the same point if he was getting paid what they do, he'd put up with it as well. Since it was the end of the tour, the rest of the security had been sent away, Rick offering to do the final premier himself, telling the others it was so they could stay home in the US with their families when he had other intentions. That meant making it through this premier would lead him to an all-night fuck fest with Dafne, likely their last one for a decent chunk of time.
As with most premiers, the cast skipped the actual film because they had already seen it a million times already. In fact most premiers these days are full of influencers and local journalists rather than anybody involved in the actual film. That led to most of the cast and crew occupying the after party area. With this being the final premier the atmosphere was less celebratory than the others as the media tour ended, while a lot of crying and hugs were going on, Rick planted himself in a corner at the bar. He had a clear view of the room and Dafne cast her looks towards him every so often, so he wasn't worried she'd get kidnapped from under his nose. He felt he had survived this press tour too, he deserved to celebrate just as much, he wanted to order himself some Jack Daniels but he kept as sober as he could on the job. A nagging urge was at him to get a drink but he kept on the straight and narrow.
He followed Dafne with his eyes as she went around the room, mingling with the A-listers at the place. She had actually introduced him to Hugh Jackman, one of the few actors he cared about in the whole film because he did that movie Prisoners which Rick had enjoyed. If he had to do an entire global tour with Dafne again, he hoped she worked with Tom Cruise, Rick loved that guy. Dafne was wearing a leopard print bottoms and top, her dark bra fully visible to everyone, the top was tied around her mid-section. She got all the attention from the cameras that night and Rick was giving her it with his eyes as well. He couldn't wait to tear it off her when they got back to the hotel tonight, he was going to make sure this fuck they both remembered for a long time after. He spotted her hanging around with another girl. She was a petite Latina that he did not know the name of and was wearing a long black dress that split at her legs and holes at the waist. Rick spotted Dafne whispering in the pretty girl's ear and they'd both occasionally glance to look at him, something he wasn't entirely sure was good news for him.
He was sat on his fourth glass of water when they finally approached him, Rick worried he had accidentally had alcohol when he couldn't understand a word they were saying, but he then realised they were talking in Spanish. Dafne was born in Spain with a Spanish mother so it was just as much her first language as English. They got to him and just kept laughing and speaking Spanish as they got drinks from the bar. Dafne liked being back in the UK, she could drink at these things instead of the US where she was too young. They talked a bit more before Dafne finally reverted to English for his sake, ''Rick, say hello to my friend Xochitl!''
Rick looked toward the tiny Latina, smiled and raised his glass, ''Hola senorita! Una cerveza por favor.'' She eyed him quizzically, ''What?'' She asked in an American accent.
''Oh sorry, I just decided to use up all the Spanish I know on you at once,'' Rick replied.
They both giggled at his shit joke, ''He thinks he's funny but he's not,'' Dafne said to Xochitl.
''So you an actress too then?'' Rick asked the cute girl, noting her lack of bra showing off her point nipples through the fabric.
''Have you not seen Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness?'' The girl replied incredulously.
''Is that a Batman?'' Rick replied with a wry smile before looking towards Dafne who was sinking down shots behind Xochitl. ''Oi! Slow down missy!'' He yelled at her.
Dafne swallowed and turned to him, ''Richard, you said to me 'free alcohol should be treated with the respect it deserves.' That's exactly what I am doing!''
''Aye well, slow it. I'm not carrying you to your bed.''
''You certainly didn't say that in Tokyo,'' she replied quickly with a wink.
Rick looked to Xochitl quickly and her embarrassed reaction gave it away that Dafne had told her about their special relationship. He looked back to her, ''Dafne! What the fuck!''
