It had been some time now since I had been home. Always kind of a loner, and without the military I took what work I could find. Carving out a name for myself in “life preservation “, as I had jokingly come to refer to it as, hadn’t been easy. But here I was, on my latest assignment. Free lance, your manager had contacted me. Leary, I had my reservations, but the money was to good to pass on. Besides, not many people are willing to give up everything in the name of protecting someone else.
Standing a paltry 6’1”, what I lacked in height, I made up for with size. I had always been big, the military just helped me focus and hone it into desirable traits. Looking out over the crowd of thousands, I kept my head on swivel. Surveying, watching for any possible threats. Rising from beneath the stage as if out of nowhere. You looked angelic, with your little naughty angel outfit. Shooting me a wink, my head turns, resuming my watch.
You knew I took this job seriously, I had quickly become head of your security detail. Numerous times I’d been approached, even a couple of times by friends of yours. Tempted, to use my position, my power, you’d tested me and I had passed. I made you a promise, and sure enough, I was keeping it. Watching as the lights dim, another song begins. Slowly I begin to make my rounds, always staying within your line of sight. A military term I had taught you, I start down and around the stage.
Pulling a couple of people down from the barrier separating you from them. The show goes on as I make my way up to the left side of the stage. Like clockwork you see me as you rush passed, changing outfits I catch a glimpse. A warm smile covers your face, and once again you catch me hurriedly looking away. As you run back by we brush lightly. My mind wanders briefly, wandering if you’d done it on purpose. Being a peeping Tom isn’t exactly what I want to be known for.
Standing now, hands folded just beneath the large speakers. There had already been 3 incidents, which is 3 to many in my book. The venue staff were definitely slipping. I knew the end was going to be tough, mentally I prepared myself. The music building to a crescendo, the drums, the bass, only your voice remains now. Back peddling in my direction, I look away momentarily to one of three exits I scouted out before hand. The people grew less, I knew the encore was coming to an end.
Your eyes grew wide, as you turned to walk my way. My large stride a signal of my determination, something wasn’t right. I swooped in quickly, my arm behind your back, the other lifting beneath your knees. With ease I raise you into my arms. “Hold on”, I call out loudly. Making my way to the stairs as people climbed onto the stage. Behind the stage now, snaking our way through fans, staff and general onlookers. I turn away from the crowd in time to see the doors fly open, security staff stumbling backwards forced through by the crowd of fans. Another left.
Barking orders, you notice the tiny ear bud nestled in my ear beneath the clean, crew cut hair cut I always sport. “Parking garage, east end, floor 3.” In one fluid motion my foot raises, BOOM, the doors fly open. Blinding light streams in as I carry you into the garage. Squeezing tires in the distance signal the oncoming limo. “ETA”? You hear nothing, as I try to make light of the situation. “Looks like you did it again.” I tease, reminding you of Toronto and a similar situation. The limo rounds the bend, screeching to a halt beside us as I side step it. Jerking the door open, I set you down onto the warm leather seat like a precious bouquet of flowers.
As I raise the limo you see my hand reaching, my jacket brushed aside. My hand lands securely on my side arm, “the package is secure.” Rushing around to the other side, I yank the door open, and slide in. “Go, go, go.”
(Looking for a mutual attraction sort of gig. Pretty open to most things, and looking to try new things. Not into ghosting, and just as concerned about my partners pleasure as I am mine. Very open to constructive criticism, it’s how we grow. Drop me a line on here, or feel free to message me. Fingers crossed, hoping to find something this time, haven’t really had any luck yet.)
Standing a paltry 6’1”, what I lacked in height, I made up for with size. I had always been big, the military just helped me focus and hone it into desirable traits. Looking out over the crowd of thousands, I kept my head on swivel. Surveying, watching for any possible threats. Rising from beneath the stage as if out of nowhere. You looked angelic, with your little naughty angel outfit. Shooting me a wink, my head turns, resuming my watch.
You knew I took this job seriously, I had quickly become head of your security detail. Numerous times I’d been approached, even a couple of times by friends of yours. Tempted, to use my position, my power, you’d tested me and I had passed. I made you a promise, and sure enough, I was keeping it. Watching as the lights dim, another song begins. Slowly I begin to make my rounds, always staying within your line of sight. A military term I had taught you, I start down and around the stage.
Pulling a couple of people down from the barrier separating you from them. The show goes on as I make my way up to the left side of the stage. Like clockwork you see me as you rush passed, changing outfits I catch a glimpse. A warm smile covers your face, and once again you catch me hurriedly looking away. As you run back by we brush lightly. My mind wanders briefly, wandering if you’d done it on purpose. Being a peeping Tom isn’t exactly what I want to be known for.
Standing now, hands folded just beneath the large speakers. There had already been 3 incidents, which is 3 to many in my book. The venue staff were definitely slipping. I knew the end was going to be tough, mentally I prepared myself. The music building to a crescendo, the drums, the bass, only your voice remains now. Back peddling in my direction, I look away momentarily to one of three exits I scouted out before hand. The people grew less, I knew the encore was coming to an end.
Your eyes grew wide, as you turned to walk my way. My large stride a signal of my determination, something wasn’t right. I swooped in quickly, my arm behind your back, the other lifting beneath your knees. With ease I raise you into my arms. “Hold on”, I call out loudly. Making my way to the stairs as people climbed onto the stage. Behind the stage now, snaking our way through fans, staff and general onlookers. I turn away from the crowd in time to see the doors fly open, security staff stumbling backwards forced through by the crowd of fans. Another left.
Barking orders, you notice the tiny ear bud nestled in my ear beneath the clean, crew cut hair cut I always sport. “Parking garage, east end, floor 3.” In one fluid motion my foot raises, BOOM, the doors fly open. Blinding light streams in as I carry you into the garage. Squeezing tires in the distance signal the oncoming limo. “ETA”? You hear nothing, as I try to make light of the situation. “Looks like you did it again.” I tease, reminding you of Toronto and a similar situation. The limo rounds the bend, screeching to a halt beside us as I side step it. Jerking the door open, I set you down onto the warm leather seat like a precious bouquet of flowers.
As I raise the limo you see my hand reaching, my jacket brushed aside. My hand lands securely on my side arm, “the package is secure.” Rushing around to the other side, I yank the door open, and slide in. “Go, go, go.”
(Looking for a mutual attraction sort of gig. Pretty open to most things, and looking to try new things. Not into ghosting, and just as concerned about my partners pleasure as I am mine. Very open to constructive criticism, it’s how we grow. Drop me a line on here, or feel free to message me. Fingers crossed, hoping to find something this time, haven’t really had any luck yet.)
