Although Ms. Stone had told me that my first assignment as Mrs. Twombly's pool boy was a great success, she didn't seem to be rushing to use me for other assignments. My finances were starting to look a bit better, but the stipend from FD Corp. was just barely covering my day to day personal expenses. I mean a guy needs to do stuff and buy stuff.
I was caught up with my classes; thanks to my new corporate diet and exercise regime I thought I was looking pretty hot. With the deep tan and blonder hair from my pool boy grooming I thought I looked like a fashion/fitness model.
Ms. Stone had mentioned that I was free to take 'normal' CFNM gigs as long as they didn't interfere with assignments from her. I had hoped to get some clients from that wild Hollywood cocktail party I worked, but nothing seemed forthcoming. My personal 'entertainment' funds were looking pretty bleak.
Just when I was starting to worry I finally got a call. A lady had seen my ads for party services and wanted to know if I only did parties or if my services were available one-on-one.
Although my exhibitionist streak has me preferring to work in crowds, I'm usually cool with anything that won't get me hurt or arrested so my services are certainly available for individuals as long as the price is right.
She told me that she worked as a night security guard in a small office building that was in the process of remodeling and that while most of the place was vacant and the new security cam system hadn't been completely installed she wanted to play out a fantasy before the building was fully up and running again.
It seems that she was beginning to find her job mind-numbingly dull, and working nights had pretty much eliminated her social life. She confessed that she enjoyed being a security guard. Being in a position of power and authority gave her a rush, but that the night shifts she worked didn't give her any opportunity to exercise her 'muscle' as there was so seldom anyone else around.
She had informed me that she was a pretty large woman. She described herself as a BBW but she said that she wasn't having much luck on the dating scene. Although not a lesbian, she looked a bit on the "tough" side, and a lot of guys found that 'off-putting'.
An encounter with an attractive young man in an office building might be just the thrill she needed. She also mentioned that she wanted to dominate and intimidate me and hoped I didn't mind if she liked to play a little rough and if the scene felt a bit dangerous. I must have been feeling a bit sex-starved and kinky because I felt my cock starting to swell. It's also possible that I was chafing a bit at feeling 'owned' by FD Corp. and wanted to prove I could still get some money-making gigs all on my own.
I thought that experiencing a bit of rough play and danger might come in handy for my upcoming FD Corp. assignments...so we talked over the scene she wanted and tentatively arranged the appointment. I made sure to contact Ms. Stone, to be sure that this gig wasn't going to conflict with anything she had coming up. I was a bit surprised when Ms. Stone asked for the name of the person and the location as well as the time.
"I just want to check things out Randy; after all I am investing a great deal of time, money and effort in to you. I appreciate you contacting me so as to avoid any schedule conflicts. I'm sure that there will be no problem but I also want to be sure that the assignment will be safe for you. I'll let you know for certain tomorrow."
Sure enough the next day Ms. Stone called and gave me the OK to take the gig.
"Randy, I've spoken with your client and I think you will find the experience very enlightening. You're role playing skills and sense of adventure should prove very valuable."
I wondered what the hell that meant but I called the lady guard and confirmed the booking.
The building was actually in walking distance from campus, which made it convenient. The entrance lobby was off the main drag and a bit up a side street. We had arranged for me to come late at night when the building and area would be quieter. The lady guard had mentioned that the offices in the building were primarily photographers, modeling and acting agencies. Nothing big or famous, but Hollywood is full of such offices. She lamented that her night shifts didn't allow her to see any of the 'talent' coming and going.
I arrived in a fitted shirt over a muscle-t, tight jeans with a button fly and thin bikini underwear. The jeans were well worn and really hugged my ass and the crotch left little to the imagination. We had discussed that I would likely be naked at some point so I wanted to dress as though I weren't really expecting to be naked. I was also carrying my CFNM modeling portfolio. I was supposed to be coming to the building for an appointment with a lady photographer. It is Hollywood, after all.
I went to the lobby door and pressed the intercom. The door and windows had that silver coating...the kind that lets you see out but not in very well. As it was dark and the lobby lights were on I could just barely see the inside.
She buzzed me in and I went to the reception desk where she was sitting.
She did look a bit like central casting's idea of a female security guard. Not a hottie by any means, but not a bad looking woman. She was also very large and imposing. I was surprised that she wasn't looking for work as a professional lady wrestler.
"Good evening ma'am, I'm here to meet with a photographer to see about being considered for a fashion shoot."
She eyed me up and down, her eyes lingering on my crotch. I thought I saw her lick her lips. She snatched my portfolio out of my hands.
"Please sign in. I will need to see your portfolio. For security reasons we have to be sure no one is bringing in weapons or hazardous materials."
She unzipped my portfolio case and began flipping through the photographs. I made sure to include some provocative poses and toward the end of the book, a few artistic nudes.
She didn't make much comment, but took a very long time looking over my photos, and lingered on several of the nudes, running her fingers on the photos. Beads of sweat formed on her brow. She ran her eyes up and down my body again. I imagine she was trying to compare the nude photos with what was standing in front of her.
"Are you sure that you have an appointment? It's very late. This seems a very strange time to schedule an interview. Which photographer are you here to see? There are several in the building."
"This is going to sound so stupid, but I forgot her name. It's a woman, and she said she was working for a very chic and kinda provocative Women's magazine. She said that she'd leave my name at the desk. This is the time I was told to be here."
She grunted and didn't even look at her sign in list.
"I'm sorry, but I don't have your name on my list. From your description there are only two people it could be. She went to her desk phone and pushed some buttons. "No answer at this office so let me try the other. No answer there either. As far as I know we are completely alone in the building. However, I only came on duty a short while ago. Perhaps your photographer ran out on an errand. I suppose it won't do any harm if you wait a bit."
She came around from the lobby desk. She was indeed an imposing woman. Her uniform was tight and ill fitting but her slacks were showing severe 'camel-toe'. She could probably pick me up and throw me if she tried. I wondered if she could lift me up in the air if I asked her. I was surprised to feel blood stirring in my crotch as my cock began to swell and lengthen. I was making quite a visible bulge in my jeans. I wondered if she noticed. In my dating life I was always the top. I wondered if having a woman on top and in control would be a kick.
"My job is to prevent unauthorized persons from entering. You'd be surprised how many would-be actors and models try to sneak in without appointments. I certainly can't allow that. In case she does return I'll need to search you before you can go upstairs. It's just routine. I must be sure you aren't carrying any weapons or contraband material."
"Umm, OK. I guess I understand security measures."
I was told to stand with my arms straight out at the side. I did so, while she patted down my sides and arms. I started to put my arms down but she said "Not yet!" It was more an order than a request.
I jumped a bit as I felt one of her hands on the back of my neck. She began slowly tracing my back with her other hand, almost like a massage. Both hands found their way to my pecs and torso. She was going to give me a very thorough body search.
She pressed her body tight against my back and let her hands work along my arms, really crushing my biceps. Wow, she was strong.
Next, she moved her foot between my legs...kicking them apart and forcing me to adopt a wide stance so that she could pat down my legs. As she worked her way along my legs, I noticed her grip getting much tighter at my thighs and butt. In fact she was squeezing my butt more than patting it.
I was finding this to be very arousing. She worked her hand between my legs. She began massaging the bulge in my jeans until I was almost fully hard. I was thinking this might be a lot of fun. Like one of those porn movies about a lady policeman or something when suddenly she took a very firm squeeze of my crotch, crushing my nuts. I yelped.
She pulled out her gun and pushed the muzzle right into my crotch. Her other hand still had a death grip on my junk.
"I think you have some sort of weapon in there, mister. Put your hands on your head and don't move."
I protested her vise-like grip on my crotch, which made her squeeze all the harder.
"Please ma'am. This really hurts. I swear there's nothing in my pants but me!"
She jabbed my nuts with the muzzle.
"Owww, Owww! You're hurting my nuts!"
"Stop squirming and whining you little prick! I can't have you coming in here with a dangerous weapon and you're definitely packing something in those jeans. We'll have to find out what's going on here."
She let go of my crotch and reached for the metal detector on her desk. This was starting to get a bit rougher than we had discussed. I should have been shocked or alarmed to find that my cock was now rock-hard but instead, I was VERY aroused.
