It was the morning after Fight Night, Dee had headed off to The Black Door for her shift and Angela and I were still trying to wake up after a wild night and just four hours of sleep but over breakfast was probably going to be the only time quiet time we would have that day.
I had told her about most of my conversation with the Old Man the day before and explained that he wanted me to set up a private company that would provide bodyguard services for special visitors and other VIPs. The main customer would be the Old Man's department but we would also be able to handle commercial clients as well.
It sounded interesting and it gave me something to do that might keep me in Canberra but Angela had a hundred questions about how, when and who plus what did I know about being a bodyguard and a stack of other questions that I hadn't even begun to think through.
I guess I had trusted The Old Man to think through all the problems and I was in 'following orders' mode and just blindly following The Old Man.
"I have just the person who can make that all happen for you and help you work through all those questions. You were going to meet him on Sunday anyway, so let's just bring that forward a couple of days."
I instantly knew that she was talking about the couple that she had mentioned on the way back from Appledale. They regularly hired Angela for a night of fun ... and they had been asking her to bring along a male to turn their threesome into a foursome ... and I was going to be that male.
"But," she said looking at me over her coffee cup, "there's one question I haven't asked you; why? Why is he asking you to set up this business? Why can't he use some of the people in the department instead of bringing you back from the dead to hire a bunch of outsiders."
I have to admit that I had a lot of trouble forming a coherent answer because, while Angela was looking at me over her coffee cup her naked boobs were looking at me from under her coffee and her nipples were rather hard and alluring.
I had quietly checked her for bruises and had expected to find some after the fight with Jay but apart from a couple of red marks around her pussy there were no visual reminders of the fight at all.
I was still letting my eyes wander over her beautiful body and was so focused on how hard her nipples were when she suddenly leaned across the table and gave me a gentle slap.
"Focus Steve, talk to my face not my tits OK?"
It took me a few moments to remember what we had been talking about but it came back to me and I managed to explain that the people that I would employ wouldn't really be from outside, they would all be former operatives with the unit and would be fully trained and vetted. I also explained that, sometimes, it best to use an outside team to do a job that might be a little embarrassing if the Australian Government was seen to be directly involved in things that could turn into political hot potatoes.
"Yes, but why you? Can you really trust The Old Man? Will he throw you under a bus if something goes pear-shaped?"
I sat back from the table and beckoned her over. She smiled and I swear my heart missed a beat and my cock throbbed. She was wearing nothing but a very brief pair of lacey burgundy panties that moulded themselves around her pussy and curved around her cute ass.
I groaned as she came around the table to me and eased herself onto my lap. "How are you feeling after the fight last night?" I asked as I ran my fingers gently up the inside of her thigh.
"I feel fine," she murmured as she kissed me gently. "Fighting Jay made me so horny and then having him fuck me hard was wonderful. You know, he's a really nice guy and he won't mind if you play with Shanti when you take her car back later ... and don't even think of asking if I would mind!"
I chuckled, "I don't think she'll be in the mood for anything after last night."
"Don't be so sure," she giggled and ground her arse on my cock, "Shanti is as much of a slut as I am and she'll want you."
My fingers slowly started to rub her clit through her panties, "Do you want me?"
Angela groaned and pushed against my fingers, "Oh fuck Steve, you know I do!"
Two minutes later I had my first ever lap dance and thirty seconds after that Angela had a cum-filled cunt that was starting to leak cum onto my balls.
By 8am Angela had an appointment for me with her friend ... and she was coming along too. That appointment wasn't until 1.30 so after breakfast Angela went into her office to continue working on the designs she was putting together for a major retailer's winter fashion banners while I had time to return Shanti's car and get some things rolling for my business.
The idea was that I would drop Shanti's car off at her place and then get an Uber straight back because Jay would be at work and Shanti wasn't allowed to drive while she was on the painkillers she had been given at the hospital.
But things didn't quite go according to plan. Even before I left home I got a message from Shanti, who had got my number from Angela, 'Save a poor girl ... bring coffee ... flat white with one.'
OK, if I was going to buy one I may as well buy two and I arrived at her front door with two coffees in hand. Fortunately she opened the door just as I was starting to try and juggle two coffees and a set of car keys so I could find a free hand to knock on the door.
She stood there wearing just another long t-shirt and when I saw what she was wearing I had to smile as I remembered running my hands under her t-shirt the night before.
"What are you grinning about?" she asked in her rich West Indian accent as she challenged me with her eyes. "You were wondering what I was wearing under my t-shirt today, weren't you?"
I stammered and blushed and made an absolute fool of myself but she just smiled and took the cups from me, "Come with me ... and close the door behind you."
Outside it was turning into another blazingly hot summer's day but in Shanti's apartment the aircon was keeping it nice and cool ... but not cool enough to make Shanti's nipples stand out the way they were when she turned around after putting the cups down on the kitchen bench.
She laughed when she saw that I was almost mesmerised by the hard little lumps that were pressing against her t-shirt.
"Well now," she said with one hand on her hip, "you wanted to know what was under my t-shirt ... so why don't you find out?"
"Umm ... do I have to fight you to find out?"
"Oh no," she murmured as she put her arms around my neck, "all you have to do is kiss me."
I kissed her slowly and ran my tongue across her teeth before sliding over her tongue and going deeper into her mouth. That really seemed to light a fire in her and, as the level of passion in the kiss rose, she grabbed my hand and pushed it between her legs, and I found myself cupping a naked pussy in my hand.
She moaned into my mouth as a finger slipped between her pussy lips and slowly pushed up into her cunt.
"Oh fuck ... oh fuck," she gasped as one finger became two and together they found her g-spot. She wailed as I gently played with her pleasure button and then slowly withdrew them.
