Angel. Security Consultant.
Angel Goes Her Own Way
Angel and Jack had once been engaged to be married. They were a good-looking couple. Angel was a 5'5" tall brunette with green eyes and a slim, toned body. Not muscular by any stretch but tight, nonetheless. She had been a bikini model in college. Her legs were a little longer than usual for someone of her stature and she had a 34D chest that she was not shy about showing off, regularly wearing tops with plunging necklines. Jack was 6' 2" and built tough. A bodybuilder and fitness fanatic who took care of himself.
Although things hadn't worked out between them, they had remained friends and business partners. They ran a service, JSS Security, which provided security specialists to bars and lounges in all the five boroughs. Angel was responsible for business development and Jack took care of training the staff, whom he recruited and trained himself.
Over the last year, business had begun to decline, due in no small part to a series of high-profile setbacks. Brawls had broken out at a trio of downtown bars, all staffed with JSS teams. JSS had failed to control the violence and the resulting damage had run into the hundreds of thousands of dollars.
Several patrons had been injured and one had even been shot. To make matters worse many of the injured and hospitalized had been JSS staff.
As their reputation suffered, Angel and Jack differed on how they could restore their client's faith in the company. Jack believed that the people he hired, exclusively men, were not tough enough to begin with and that he had to do a better job of evaluating and training them.
Angel on the other hand believed that the age of the beefy bouncer had passed. She believed that violence at clubs could only be controlled by intelligent de-escalation before things got out of hand. If violence was required, it needed to be discreet and devastating.
She believed that women, not men, were best suited for the job.
"No matter how big our boys are, there's always going to be a bigger guy." she had told him more than once.
Jack, to Angel's increasing frustration, had not wanted to listen.
"No woman will be able to handle the job. Look at what's happened to our biggest guys." had been his reply.
When, a few months later, a violent incident at a strip club staffed by JSS had resulted in two dancers being seriously injured and one JSS staffer being pummeled to within an inch of his life, Angel had had enough. She had given Jack an ultimatum. Either they began hiring women and training them in both the physical AND psychological aspects of the job, or she was gone.
Jack had refused to consider her proposed changes and they agreed to part ways. It hadn't been too rancorous a split and they agreed to try and remain friends. Jack continued to toil away at JSS, desperately trying to keep the business afloat.
He hired ever bigger men and trained them to be as brutal as possible. Although JSS wasn't thriving Jack was optimistic that better days were ahead.
Angel, for her part, had taken a couple of weeks and flown to the Caribbean. She had negotiated a modest payout for her shares in the company and wanted some time to clear her mind and plan her next move.
During the negotiations, Jack's lawyer had wanted her to sign a non-compete agreement but when Angel replied that would up her buyout considerably, Jack had instructed his counsel to drop the matter. He wasn't too worried about his ex-fiancé competing with him. He should have been.
Angel did indeed plan to compete with JSS. She planned to form a company that provided a complete suite of security services to bars, restaurants, hotels etc. She also had ideas other than just physical security services but those could wait.
Her company would be unique in the field as she planned to hire exclusively women. She was convinced that women were the answer to the rash of violent incidents that JSS had recently faced. She just needed to prove it once in the field and then build.
Before leaving for her vacation, she had placed a call to Sam Shelly, owner of the Shelly group of companies that operated 2 high-end supper clubs and a few strip clubs. Angel had been responsible for recruiting him to JSS and they got along well. She considered Sam 'her' customer. She had informed him that she had left JSS and would like to meet with him at the end of the month when she got back, to discuss his security options.
"Angel, I will meet you any time, anywhere." he had said.
They arranged to meet at TOPS, one of his clubs downtown, upon her return. Now she just needed to put a team together.
She knew she would have to be in the field herself for the first few months but needed at least one other girl. As luck would have it, she found two.
Two days before she was due to leave the resort, she was walking alone on the beach thinking about her new venture. She had been so deep in thought she had not noticed that she'd strayed quite a way away from the hotel and off the private beach. It was completely deserted except for the two men now approaching her.
Where they came from, she had no idea.
A white man and a West Indian man. They were bodybuilder types, both being well over 6' tall and muscled all over.
"Hello beautiful, you look lost," said the white guy. He smirked over at his friend. "Raj, doesn't this pretty lady look lost to you?"
"Indeed, she does Dave, indeed she does."
Dave shook his head. "Hm, Hm, a pretty lady lost on the beach. What a dilemma."
"Not at all, my hotel is right back there. Good evening gentlemen."
She turned to head back towards the hotel, but Raj scooted around her and was now blocking her path.
"Not so fast, not so fast," he said deliberately. "We wouldn't want you to get lost, or worse run into some unsavoury types. Let us escort you back. We know another way. It's a little longer but trust me. You'll have a lot more fun."
Both men laughed. Raj was smiling at her now and getting a little too close. He reached out a hand to put on her shoulder and she slapped it away, backing up to create some space between them.
"OK boys slow down. I don't' want to hurt you."
The men looked at each other and laughed. As if this babe in the black micro bikini could hurt them. Just as they started approaching her, they heard voices yelling behind them, and stopped.
"Hey, hold on! Wait for us!"
They all turned to see two women jogging towards them. It took the duo a few seconds to join them.
Both were tall brunettes standing about 5'8" and were very slim and toned. Neither could weigh more than 115lbs. and a good portion of that weight would be in their ample chests, thought Angel. They shared an olive complexion and similar facial features including matching dimples just below their lower lip. Angel guessed they were either sisters or cousins. She also assumed they were models of some kind. One was wearing a black and orange two-piece thong bikini that didn't leave very much to the imagination. She was practically bursting out of her tight black top and her orange bottom highlighted her very firm ass.
Her friend was wearing a tight, dark blue, one-piece bathing suit with mesh patterns on the front that teased her ample cleavage. It was cut remarkably high on the thigh which highlighted her tanned, toned legs and, although not technically a thong, it had the same effect.
"Hi. I'm Vicky. This is Chrissy." said the girl in blue, extending her hand to Angel.
Angel exchanged handshakes with them.
"Hello Vicky, Chrissy. My name is Angel. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too.
We were just finishing up our photoshoot and noticed you here with your friends. It looked like you were about to have some fun. May we join in?"
