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As Shakira's private car pulled up outside the local nightspot, I looked out at the darkened street in the lovely, warm evening, people going about their plans for a great night of drinking, dancing and sex. And then I looked back over at Shakira herself, the gorgeous Colombian singer sat next to me on the plush black leather seat, looking out the window with a smile, evidently enjoying the idea of a night out when it wasn't a PR event. As the car stopped I opened the door and stepped out of the car, feeling the warm, dry air of the bustling city envelop me, taking a breath of it as it overwhelmed the cold, crisp air-conditioned air of the car. Closing the door, I walked round to her side, glancing at the still abundant traffic despite the late hour, marvelling how the modern city just never stopped, its pulse constant and strong. I opened her door, stepping aside to wave her from the comfortable car.
"Thanks," she said with a smile, looking up at me as she carefully exited the car, careful to keep her reasonably short, loose black skirt down over her gorgeous thighs so as not to give the photographers that were inevitably present a view up it. I was Shakira's bodyguard, one of them at least, but a senior member of her security team and the longest serving, and on top of that she was a good friend, as in several years working together we'd built up quite a good, close relationship in our close quarters and so much time spent together. That wasn't hard when she was such an amiable and pleasant person to be with, and it made the job a pleasure to do as she travelled around the world. And it was never a bad thing to be friends with the hottest thing to come out of Colombia.
"Always a pleasure," I replied with a smile, carefully ushering her from the car and closing the door, tapping on the window to signal the driver to pull away, which I swiftly did, his duty performed. With the car gone, Shakira's arm slid through my own, a friendly, normal thing she did, and I escorted her towards the front door of the club as flashbulbs went all around us from the photographers getting snaps of her for their celebrity rags. She paused to quickly chat with fans and sign autographs, making some dedicated fans entire years as she signed their photo or arm, depending how crazy they were, but none of them were dangerous obsessed types, long since noted by me as I scanned the crowd of people outside the club wanting their moment with her. With the autographs signed, Shakira once again lightly took my arm and we entered the expensive club, the kind of place that sells fifty thousand dollar cocktails with diamond rings in, being greeted by very polite staff who suggested a VIP area.
"So how's it feel to have a night out of your own, well sort of," I said with a smile, meaning me, since I was a link to her everyday, superstar life.
"It feels great," she said with a wide smile, a genuine one, not the everyday one she wore for the cameras, "just so rarely get any days off when we're touring to explore any of the incredible and vibrant places we go, feels so good to actually do it, get out and taste the essence of a place," she gushed, evidently quite thrilled to get a night out.
"Can't get better company though it seems," I teased, smiling as we walked towards the VIP area.
"Don't be silly, you're not just some hired goon to look after me, I'd happily have a night out with you over people," she said with a smile, turning back to walk ahead into the luxurious VIP area, leaving me to stare after her, checking out the lovely slender pinch of her waist, the flare of her hips and her gorgeous bum, so round and firm, part of her incredibly toned, flexible body. I couldn't help but gaze at her lustfully for a moment, her gorgeous body and fine ass. I'd always wanted a crack at her, what man wouldn't, but I assumed her out of bounds, firstly because she was my employer and it was my job to look after her, and secondly because she had a long term boyfriend and was pretty sure she'd have little interest in just another security guard, even if they had become firm friends.
"Come on," she said, snapping me from my thoughts, at which I quickly followed her into the VIP area and headed to the booth she'd picked out and sliding onto the long seat beside her, where they immediately ordered some drinks, Shakira opting for their unique cocktails as I opted for whiskey with a bit of ice, just enjoying the smooth blended flavours. It was a bit quiet to begin with, but it quickly filled up with the rich and famous, the VIP area bustling, a few people pausing to meet Shakira but generally leaving them be. As the night wore on they drank more, their conversations, which were quite deep about their lives, their families and their life on tour, how they missed being at home but relished it all at the same time and so on. Eventually, though neither of them knew how or ever questioned it, the conversation turned to sex.
"It's been a while," Shakira said, quite pointfully shortly after their topic had turned that way, looking up into my eyes.
"I...really?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me, unable to hold back from trying to find out about Shakira's activities between the sheets.
"...Yeah, been on tour for months, my boyfriend's back home, not had any for a while bar, well nevermind," she said, looking back down to her drink.
"Bar what?" I asked.
"Bar...my toys," she said quietly, glancing about to make sure nobody was listening, though of course they were all wrapped up in their own little world.
"Oh right, not quite the same though huh?" I asked with a slight smile.
"No, not the same. Good sure, they get me through, wouldn't like to be here on tour without my vibrating friend, but it's not the same as proper sex," she said with a smile.
"I'm sure," I said with a smile, loving that Shakira would divulge this to me, both of them quite drunk though.
"What about you though? When's the last time you got laid?" she asked boldly, sitting back nonchalantly in her seat and draining the last of her sizeable cocktail.
"I dunno, before the tour began, months, just like you, only I don't have a friend in my bag to help me along," I said with a laugh.
"You have your hand though," she teased with a smile, leaning forward again.
"True," I said with a laugh, loving the light hearted way they could chat.
"But seriously, none on the tour? I would've thought you'd get out there and find some little groupie or someone to hook up with?" she asked, looking quizzically at me.
