Parliament
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Once upon a time- there was this little boy who grew up to be someone as powerful as anyone would want. But power sleeps too, and for a long time- his power had slept, only to hire someone who was to help his almost bedwetting life.
Enter the woman surnamed Mayer- an educated woman of 25 years who had spent almost half of her life training for this part of her life. Part nanny- full time bodyguard to him, utilizing the lithe build of five foot and ten inches and the skills of her hands and eyes as every passing day goes by. She had gone from intense to relaxed and back to the intensity that had always conquered her with every walk she takes with her boss.
She was Mayer to him and him her boss. No matter what she did there was this wall that had come between them that she had often been tempted to bash with the largest cartoon mallet strong enough to break it with the lightest poke. Sure, her bank account was something he was generously filling but then there was something more that she wanted. Many attempts and plans were laid by her- the meals, the unnecessary walks, and advices. It was all too tiring that she thought them to be duds.
She can't blame herself either- for there was no time that she brought herself to smile before him, nor show off the annoyance that was part of the job. It was all: pick up this pick up that, kill this and kill that, give me this and give me that.
Exciting you might call her job? Most probably. She wanted this- but never did she see this as a part. Never did she think she would be hired as a highly paid private guard.
It was the 17th of October, year 2003. A meeting was just held at the R&D complex that was to be continued on the coming days. She would know- for it was just part of her job. The man had all the money he could wish for, the gear to go with it and for some reason- he chose to walk. Summing them up, going to the conference and back home all amounted to two hours of walking. It wasn't really tiring- it was just... frustrating.
The good night came in, and it bade the two to take their own chambers to rest after 3 hours that had passed from finishing dinner. That would be, let's say- twelve on the clock, midnight?
That was exactly the time. The home was something to brag about, the interior all white with the posh-class furniture and technology that the man alone can produce, state-of-the-art products in demand by the high-profile colleagues of the Boss. This was something Mayer was surprised about and has used to live with in the end. She had been given her own bedroom, at the end of the hall on its left side, the third floor of the four storey mansion. It was so for the bedroom that she was supposed to be looking after was taking the whole cheek of the right part of the hall. Ah- how I wish I could go on and on for I know I could go on forever about the house. But that wouldn't be the reason why you are reading this.
12 on the clock was the time for Mayer to get up from behind the beige soft satin-covered cotton sheets of her bed- a bed that felt like it can eat her up. Clad in a white teddy top and a pair of matching panties- she slips off the bed. It was a night she was resting off duty and it was the perfect night to execute a plan. The table that was beside her bed had a pistol of the model 9000 of the Beretta brand- an issue that she was given by those who gave her the job. This thing she grabs by her right hand.
"Perfect." She growls in a low voice that echoes in her wide room. She had the perfect buddy for this night's activity.
Obviously, the next move was predictable: she slips out of her room in a light pace. Yes- the presence of the security cameras were unnoticeable but then again- she'd know they were on and she does not have to worry about them. Them security guards would probably dozing off. Right across the hall was the room- the treasure chest that was given for her this night.
"A blessing. Hot dang... Dang it Sharpner."
Oh she couldn't contain it! The jolts from the barefooted steps slipping up fast into her inner thighs- her chest having some kind of tension to it, only making its peaks push against the fabric.
The polished wooden door met her eyes, and the knob she turns to allow herself the entrance to the master's chambers. Just as she thought- he was asleep. The man was in the middle of the bed, dozing off the two-hour walk they claimed this day. To his side she walks, with steps ever so careful. Kneeling down she rests on the left side of his bed- the one that he was closest to.
What a sight.
Un-snoring, no noise but his breathing and his own form heaving lightly against the bed, them highlighted by the moonlight that was slipping in through the windows. Oh how it sent a violent ripple through her skin, her heart pounding, her chest giving her this impression of taking in a rounder shape, her thighs warming up to tickle what was between them.
Why the sudden reaction? She was near him- and the pistol she accidentally drops on to the wooden floor beside her.
Stupid.
Enter the woman surnamed Mayer- an educated woman of 25 years who had spent almost half of her life training for this part of her life. Part nanny- full time bodyguard to him, utilizing the lithe build of five foot and ten inches and the skills of her hands and eyes as every passing day goes by. She had gone from intense to relaxed and back to the intensity that had always conquered her with every walk she takes with her boss.
She was Mayer to him and him her boss. No matter what she did there was this wall that had come between them that she had often been tempted to bash with the largest cartoon mallet strong enough to break it with the lightest poke. Sure, her bank account was something he was generously filling but then there was something more that she wanted. Many attempts and plans were laid by her- the meals, the unnecessary walks, and advices. It was all too tiring that she thought them to be duds.
She can't blame herself either- for there was no time that she brought herself to smile before him, nor show off the annoyance that was part of the job. It was all: pick up this pick up that, kill this and kill that, give me this and give me that.
Exciting you might call her job? Most probably. She wanted this- but never did she see this as a part. Never did she think she would be hired as a highly paid private guard.
It was the 17th of October, year 2003. A meeting was just held at the R&D complex that was to be continued on the coming days. She would know- for it was just part of her job. The man had all the money he could wish for, the gear to go with it and for some reason- he chose to walk. Summing them up, going to the conference and back home all amounted to two hours of walking. It wasn't really tiring- it was just... frustrating.
The good night came in, and it bade the two to take their own chambers to rest after 3 hours that had passed from finishing dinner. That would be, let's say- twelve on the clock, midnight?
That was exactly the time. The home was something to brag about, the interior all white with the posh-class furniture and technology that the man alone can produce, state-of-the-art products in demand by the high-profile colleagues of the Boss. This was something Mayer was surprised about and has used to live with in the end. She had been given her own bedroom, at the end of the hall on its left side, the third floor of the four storey mansion. It was so for the bedroom that she was supposed to be looking after was taking the whole cheek of the right part of the hall. Ah- how I wish I could go on and on for I know I could go on forever about the house. But that wouldn't be the reason why you are reading this.
12 on the clock was the time for Mayer to get up from behind the beige soft satin-covered cotton sheets of her bed- a bed that felt like it can eat her up. Clad in a white teddy top and a pair of matching panties- she slips off the bed. It was a night she was resting off duty and it was the perfect night to execute a plan. The table that was beside her bed had a pistol of the model 9000 of the Beretta brand- an issue that she was given by those who gave her the job. This thing she grabs by her right hand.
"Perfect." She growls in a low voice that echoes in her wide room. She had the perfect buddy for this night's activity.
Obviously, the next move was predictable: she slips out of her room in a light pace. Yes- the presence of the security cameras were unnoticeable but then again- she'd know they were on and she does not have to worry about them. Them security guards would probably dozing off. Right across the hall was the room- the treasure chest that was given for her this night.
"A blessing. Hot dang... Dang it Sharpner."
Oh she couldn't contain it! The jolts from the barefooted steps slipping up fast into her inner thighs- her chest having some kind of tension to it, only making its peaks push against the fabric.
The polished wooden door met her eyes, and the knob she turns to allow herself the entrance to the master's chambers. Just as she thought- he was asleep. The man was in the middle of the bed, dozing off the two-hour walk they claimed this day. To his side she walks, with steps ever so careful. Kneeling down she rests on the left side of his bed- the one that he was closest to.
What a sight.
Un-snoring, no noise but his breathing and his own form heaving lightly against the bed, them highlighted by the moonlight that was slipping in through the windows. Oh how it sent a violent ripple through her skin, her heart pounding, her chest giving her this impression of taking in a rounder shape, her thighs warming up to tickle what was between them.
Why the sudden reaction? She was near him- and the pistol she accidentally drops on to the wooden floor beside her.
Stupid.
