The BodyGuard

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Casey was a taleted young woman from the start of her broken home life .At the age 12 she wrote her first book and made money as she grew older she made millions . By the time she was 16 she had her first body guard.. The man was not only her body guard but he was a father she never had.

Her body guard retired and his son took over what she didn't know was the man was in love with her .. He was only two years older then her and He was her only friend and companion..


Now she is 21 grown up lives in a different state.. Casey never had problems with fans till now when she started to get threaten letters and hide them from her Friend and Guard .. But things were getting where she couldn't hide them no more

She didn't know what to do as she sits down and writes on her laptop..



(Pm me for male part your open to make the guard you own)
 
Johnathan patted dry the top of his head. Although inheriting the mantle, the idea of taking a poorly wielded knife, or subduing a crazed fan was a curious idea for a job. But when his father handed him his suit, he knew what his future would entail, not that he regretted it.

Johnathan had just turned twenty-three. His father had him at a late age, and had passed onto him his suit, a dark black blue to go with his cold dark shades. He finished shaving his head, and looked at his watch. She had given him the watch as a present, and it reminded him of her. Bright, shiny, and beautiful.

Thirty minutes until they had to arrive for the book signing. Their agent said they had to go, but he had intercepted some letters to her, and did not like what they had said. To him, she was more than his father's client. He wondered at times if he felt too involved with her. But now was not the time as he dried his head and walked to her room to retrieve her.

Knocking on the door, he asked, "Casey? Are you ready? We need to arrive at the bookstore soon."


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Casey heard John pounding at the door she had one hell of a headache and she couldn't get the back of her dress to zip up ..

Opening the door as she put her earrings on "I hate days like this I need your help John" she waited for him to close the door as she turned her back letting him zipp her up


"You know I hate days like this I'm soooooo tired of these book signings I been doing them since I was sixteen you think I have a nice vacation from them and I have another book in my head I need to write" she moaned at the headache

She always got one before she went to signings Looking over her shoulder "I'm so glad you here with me John" she gave hm her hundred watt smiled
 
Johnathan did his best to remain cool in front of this beauty who now owned his heart. He slowly zipped up her dress, and remembered when she was a young girl and felt herself so pretty in one. Now, the reality of adulthood set in. A dress was an outfit, a uniform, to be worn -- with a false pleasant smile -- to an adoring, fickle, public. Her dress was zipped, and he found himself massaging her shoulders, murmuring half-hearted attempts to keep up her morale. He realized what he was doing, then abruptly let go. Recuperating his composure, he retrieved out of his vest pocket some aspirin -- this was not the first time she had a headache. Providing her with water, he opened the door and escorted her to the car.

OOC: Being a bit passive here as I don't want to ruin the story. All I'm coming up with is "Casey and Johnathan meet, at the book signing, a crazed female authoress wannabee who claims Casey stole her ideas for a script. Crazy female aims at Casey, but wings Johnathan instead, captures the two, then forces them to enact sleazy scene in her "sure to be a hit" novel." :D


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Casey smiled at John "Thank you .. You think of everything John I don't think I can live with out you " she touched his arm as she hurried and drank the asprin and water down ..

She looked up at John with big blue eyes " I can't do this for very long Only hour right just please no longer then an hour John" she looked at him almost beging

She got closer to him feeling his body heat that she knew was saftey to her .."Lets hurry and get this over with so I can go back in jeans and t-shirts and You owe me a pizza* she snickered at him


They play poker all the time she has a knack at winning so they bet and she won snickering he always did hate to lose ..

He took her where she was supposed to go and she started to sign away a note left for her on her seat when she got there .. Not saying a word she signed books as she looked at John .. She was wearing out from being there already she didn't know how long she could sit there with people pawning all over her.
 
Johnathan felt a special tingle when Casey touched his arm. He faked an false smile and took back the water. "An hour? Well, we'll try our best," he tried to say. An hour? It would take that long just to arrive there and set up! "Well, you're a strong girl and I know you can take it." He took out his hankerchief and dotted her dewy eyes. He was about to crack a joke for her to be strong and that "they could smell blood" but he suppressed it, after intercepting letters from a much-too-admiring fan.

As they entered the store, Johnathan gave Casey a reassuring wink as he held up her gym bag. Jeans... t-shirt... cap... as soon as the signing was done, not only could she become Casey again, she could slip any "fans" who were waiting outside the door. Oh, and he remembered the pizza coupon. Thank goodness the agency airbrushed the photographs, but he didn't feel like teasing her about it *this* time. He smiled to himself and wondered if Casey noticed it.

The signing started uneventfully. Tediously. It didn't really help that they were dressed more professionally than the air conditioning allowed, but it always interested him what sort of person showed up at these things. Except...

Johnathan spotted in line someone who wasn't quite... right. The man was dressed in a shirt alright, except it was missing a button or two and seemed to not have been made this decade. His hair was combed, but not in the right manner. And he seemed to stare a bit too often and blinked not enough. The man carried two of Casey's new books, but when he came to the head of the line, he didn't first ask her to sign it "for my Aunt Betty" like they usually asked.

"Could... could you read this note?" the man asked. The note was written on crisp white paper, folded neatly in thirds.

"Um... perhaps later," Johnathan intercepted. He glanced at Casey, and hoped she knew the unroutine routine. Johnathan immediately pulled out a photograph of Casey, a permanent black marker, and went on the attack. "What's your name?"

"Uh... Ronald?"

"Great. Casey, could you make out the picture to 'Thank you so much, Ronald'". Johnathan stood up, handed Ronald the picture, and escorted him from the line.

"Whew. We should go into hiding," said Johnathan afterwards, slumping into his chair. The rest of the afternoon was uneventful and it was time for pizza. Johnathan stood out the "Employees Only" door as Casey changed. He himself was a little shaken, and thought too much about who this Ronald person was. When Casey opened the office door to leave, Johnathan grabbed her gym bag and left with her. Neither noticed the man watching them.

OOC: Mmm... pizza. I'm thinking take-out in Casey's jacuzzi, but that's me. :D What's next with the stalker?


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Casey was tired as they picked up the pizza and took it the hotel .. After all this time she still wasn't use to being Famous Author and she wondered why.. as she looked over at John he was her rock in many of ways ...

No matter what was going on in her life she knew John would always be there for her . Makeing her feel safe and secure but then that was his job also .. She leaned her head against his shoulder and sighed ...


"No more Book tours I'm done John .. I'm tired an I need a vacation and I think you do too. " She looked up at him and smiled as she lifted up his arm and put it around her so she can listen to his heart...


"John doesn't your Dad own a Horse Ranch or something for the hell of it ... Do you think we could go there for awhile I need quiteness and be away from as many people as possible" She looked up at him begging him with her eyes...
 
Johnathan kept looking over his shoulder, but thought it silly that the man would know *exactly* where they were. Or did he? He poked fun at his Dad for being so paranoid as a bodyguard, but he was beginning to feel it, too. A beautiful woman in one arm, and a steaming hot pizza in another. It *should* have been a relaxing night out (at least Johnathan would be content with it), but Johnathan could only think of that man and how difficult it would be to protect Casey with his hands full like this. The warmth of the night embraced the two, as they made way for the hotel.

"Yes, Dad retired to his ranch. I tihink we'll be..." No, the word "safe" was not the right one to say. "having a good time there," he awkwardly said. They arrived at the hotel and went up to their floor, picking up a few drinks from the vending machine. Johnathan began taking off his jacket, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. "Okay, you go ahead and start on the pizza. See if you can get some nice music going. Relax a bit, okay? I'm going to to take off the rest of this monkey suit and take a shower. You can have a nice bath afterwards then go to sleep."


OOC: Feel free to advance the storyline, anything from the stalker entering the room or calling while Johnathan's in the shower, to arriving to the ranch. My vote is that Casey's finished her bath, but feels safer lying next to Johnathan, but, hey, I'm a guy. :cathappy:


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Casey smiled at him and waved him to his shower as she saw another letting on her bed she walked in there while John was takeing a shower ,but that wasn't the only thing that was on her bed as she looked down and smelled blood .

Pulling back the covers she saw a dead animal that bleed all over her bed and end some she read the letter telling her that she need to obey him and talk to him they could be wonderful together.

She was shaken as the Doorbell rang she open to door pointed a gun and needle at her she screamed at the top of her lungs to wake the dead as she ran away from him ..

"Wh what do you want ?" she looked at him as she started to shake in fear...
 
"What do I want?" the man said. His hair was curled and unkempt. He was wearing the same disheveled shirt he wore at the bookstore. "Tell your boyfriend to come out of the bathroom." Johnathan bit his lower lip at his failure. He came out of the bathroom, wet from the shower and clad in a robe. "Now, unless you want a head wound," the man said, staring at Casey, "or what's in this needle, you're going to do as I say. Now, come here on all fours..." He stuck the needle into the bed, just within reach. He kneeled down, fumbling for a bag, and taking out a video camera. "You think you're a writer. Well, today, you're going to be a movie star, and work for the camera. You're boyfriend's gonna star in this too. You stay on all fours, and, boyfriend, you pull down her jeans and panties." Johnathan couldn't see Casey's face, and wasn't sure what to do. Finally, regretfully, he reached around and undid her jeans.

"Sorry..." he said to Casey.

"Sorry?" replied the man. "Why be sorry? You get to fuck your girlfriend on camera. Now pull down her panties." Johnathan did what he was told. This would ruin him and Casey's friendship, but he wasn't sure what the man would do if he didn't obey. "Now take your dick out and stroke it. Wouldn't you like to stick that meat into that hot piece of ass? Now rub the head of it against her pussy." Casey took out his cock and began to touch it against her slit. "Yeah... just the head. I want this bitch to enjoy it. Don't you like playing the movie star, bitch?" He pointed the videocamera at her, and pointed the gun to her mouth. "Now. I want you to lick this gun like you did with the head of his cock. I want your tongue to go up and down it like the head of his cock is going to go into you. You're gonna be a star, baby. You're gonna be a star."

OOC: The stalker's an NPC so do whatever you want with him!

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Casey obeyed to the point as she moved her hands between her legs for John to see her pointing to the pillow underneath what would be his side ..She made hand motion that it was a gun .

She went back to sucking on the gun it was metalic.. She wasnt worried about John he would never hurt her even if she had to have sex with him .. She rather it be him then anyone else ..

Casey pulled away from the gun as she lifted her shirt off and looked at the man sticking the gun between her breasts instead as she waited for John to do what he had to do .. She would make sure she destracked the Killer

as she rubbed his hand so it would touch her breast .. She would need to take a very hot bath after this so she wouldn't feel dirty...She thougth clear headed to her self "Um Don't you want to touch me ?" she looked at him in the face .. Make her self exotic to him ..as she leaned against John chest ...
 
"Touch you? No... not yet. I want you hot and ready for me. I want you to desire and lust for my member." The man pulled down his pants, revealing his hard stiffness pressing against his briefs. He began rubbing it, having lain down the video camera long before. "Now back up and sit on your boyfriend's dick. I want to see it go in and out of your hot sweet little cunt. Sit on the damn floor, boyfriend." Johnathan obeyed, his rigid member at attention, as he lowered Casey onto his dick. It glided smoothly, sending a warm wet sensation through his lower loins. He stifled a moan, trying to refuse to give into the man holding the gun at them. He could feel Casey's back on his chest, as the man had an ample view of her body. "Okay, I'm ready. Yeah, I'm gonna touch you. I'm gonna touch your lips with my cock. Put your hands behind your friend's head and keep them there. Friend, you keep your hands there as well." He took off his underwear and his dick bobbed out. He pressed it to her lips. "Now suck it. Suck it you fucking whore."


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Casey Looked at the man and looked at John "I forgive you John because I love you " she looked at the other guy .. She suck his cock she knew what she had to do as she slowly put it in her mouth .. She watched the man ..and his reactions


It was just amount of time she could use the gun against him ...She whimpered for what John was doing to her .. She just needed to get the gun to John she kept chanting and purring to her self in her throat
 
The man looked down as Casey took in his cock. He grinned, tracing the gun up and down the top of her forehead, as her head bobbed up and down the shaft. John as well, was slowly entering her. He wasn't sure if this helped or hurt her concentration -- was she up to something? John's heart rate quickened, and drips of sweat began to perspire as his cock disappeared into her soft tight pussy. The man, meanwhile, couldn't resist, and closed his eyes, groaning at the feeling of her lips on his swollen shaft.

Casey had a chance...


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Casey dropped her hands to her side as felt the gun used to touch her she used her hands on him as she closed her eyes counting ..

She used the moved John taught her as she poped her mouth off his cock grabed the gun and turned around an fired at him right to the head..

She felt the blood Hit her in the face as she kept her mouth closed as she watched him hit the floor..

Casey started to shake as she looked back at John.."I ..I had to he was going to hurt us get the um .. police " as she moved off him and sat beside him shaking and rocking .
 
John immediately held Casey's hand. "Just put the gun on the floor." He picked up the phone and dialed the operator. "Get the police to our room. There's been a murder." He placed the phone down on its side -- he didn't feel like talking, either. He straightened his robe, and touched her hand. "Come on. We have to get that stuff off you." He led her, still shaking, into the bathroom. He was a wreck, himself. But he was also her bodyguard, even if he made a mistake. He took a breath to compose himself, as he drew her bath. "Okay. Is the water alright? Get in. I can stay with you if you need."


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Casey let John move her around as she got in the tub and grabed his arms "Don't leave me EVER" as she sat down shaking and rocking back and forth "John get in here with me " as she look up at him with a now clean face and tears in her eyes.


How could she tell him that he never once hurt her and that she was trying to get them out of it but it was just takeing so much time ..."I'm glad it was you John and not someone else I don't think I could of handle it well other wise.. But you if I wasn't scared I would of enjoyed it more "" as she babbled to him
 
Johnathan had to laugh.

The police left. It turned out their response to the stalker's death was just as much due to Casey's gunshot as it was to Johnathan's phone call. There they were, Casey in t-shirt and jeans sprayed with blood, and Johnathan wearing only a terrycloth bathrobe. The hotel manager apologized profusely and gave them an indefinite stay in another hotel room -- a room on the second floor above the row of rooms where the stalker had been shot. He doubted Casey felt much more secure. He certainly didn't. Their former hotel room was marked off for police investigation. And bullets don't cause neat holes like you see in the movies. The stalker was splattered all over the hotel room, including their open suitcases and luggage, where their clothes were.

Johnathan held Casey again. He regretted letting her go when the police came, and worried while they were being interrogated separately. When the police finally left, Johnathan and Casey shuffled off to their new room, clad only in terrycloth robes and underwear. The owner babbled something about getting what clothes he could from the gift shop. Johnathan thanked him, and started the water in the shower. Johnathan took her by the hand led her to the bathroom, and held her tight. "I'm not going to leave you. Ever." The steam of the shower was filling the room, and he looked deeply into her eyes. He brushed her face lightly with his hand, and raised her chin to her lips. A sudden knock at the door interrupted them, and the owner announced himself, again with apologies. Some brief thank yous later, Casey and Johnathan were rolling on the bed, laughing uncontrollably, at the clothes and whatnots they had received. Three pink baby doll California t-shirts, a set of XXXL sweats, a pair of shorts with something written on the ass, two bars of soap, three sets of towels, no underwear, no toothbrushes, and two tubes of travel-sized toothpaste.

Johnathan extended his hand to her. "The shower's ready. Come on."


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Casey smiled at him as they were in the shower.. She closed her eyes leaning against John .Turning back around she wraped her arms around him and hugged her ..

"I can't believe all this happen John I'm so glad that it was you I was with..But I feel like the nightmare hasn't ended and I want it to end " she closed her eyes as she was talking ..


The memory of tonights advent was going to be with her forever and she knew it as she looked back at John for the first time she saw him as a man .. She kissed him on the mouth tasteing his lips . Wonderin what he would do ..
 
John closed his eyes as he felt her, kissing him, her soft lips touching his for the first time. He breathed, his tongue playing with hers, tasting her mouth, touching and playing with her teeth and lips. They broke this kiss and Johnathan softly touched her cheek with his fingers. "It has ended. It's only us now." He placed her head on his chest, allowing the soft droplets of water to cover their bodies. His hardness pressed against her belly. "Casey, I want you," he said, guiding her hand to his rod. "I want you." He closed his eyes, massaging her back. He slowly thrust, his dick moving within her fingers, wrapping around his hard swollen cock. Precome began to ooze, and he moved his hand down her back to her front. His other hand lifted her chin, and he gazed at her innocent beauty.


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Casey wimpered in need as she looked at him ..She had to decide what to do . She was scared and unsure ..

She came to a decision as she started to kiss his chest 'YOu know John if we make love this will change everything " she didn't look up but in her own way tell him that she loved him ..

She slowly worked her way down his to his cock as she licked the precum off to taste him for the first time ..She could only taste him , The way he smelled filled her sinces as she moaned in pleasure at touching him

She looked up as she was on her knees and slowly took his cock in her mouth teaseing hiim with her tongue as she kept watching his eyes ...
 
"Yes, it will change everything. And it will be for the better." The shower's drops lightly splashed on their bodies, and down his chest. Rivulets of water trickled down his body, and she kissed him, following with her tongue the trails of winding water. His penis was hardening now, wanting to feel her lips suckling and tasting his cock. He let out a low moan as she tasted him, her tongue dashing across the sensitive slit of his cock, her lips just touching his head. He swallowed, then looked down at her, her wanting eyes seeking an answer. He placed his hand on the back of her head and pressed her towards him. "Yes... please..." he said, closing his eyes as she engulfed his shaft.


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Casey scrapes her teeth along Johns hard shaft as her head bobbed up and down ...Watching him as he closed his eyes and enjoyed what she was doing to him... She smiled as she her mouth was starting to hurt she slowly gave him one last tease as she scraped her nails up his ass cheeks as she stood up ..


"I'm sorry I know you were enjoying that but I was getting tired " she blushed as she pressed her breast against his chest her nipples puckering out even more wanting attention as Casey watched what John would do next ..
 
"Ooooh... Casey..." Johnathan smiled and winced as Casey's delectible teeth scraped the underside of his sensitive cock. Her nails playfully dug into his flesh, involuntarily causing him to thust forward into her hot wet mouth. As she stood up, he embraced her, giving her a deep soulful kiss. "You and your nails," he smiled. "Such a tough cookie for a fragile woman," he laughed. Bending over slightly, he took one of her firm supple breasts into his lips and pucked at it, then bit is slightly, flicking his tongue around her nipple and aeriola. His other hand was busy, playing with the lips of her wet pussy, feeling her from the inside, exploring fingers playing with her slit and clitoris. He moved to the other breast, sucking and licking. "Mmm... if you're getting tired, we can towel each other off in bed..." he smiled, both knowing they were anything but sleepy.


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Casey smiled at John "Are you nuts and Miss this but I don't think I ever see you the same again John " she purred out as she rubed her hips against his hand enjoying what he was doing to her ...

Lifting her leg she wraped her leg arouhd his hip as she let her hand slide between them as she started to stroke him slowly "I want to feel everything with you " she grabed his hair with her free hand and kissed him hard on the mouth purring in pleasure as she stuck her tongue in his mouth teaseing him
 
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