American Princess
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 13: Rules of Engagements
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13: Rules of Engagements - Princess ‘Carrie’ Caroline disappears, but for Jim she becomes a visitor who captures his heart. They start their adventures, dodging the public, authorities, and then abductors. Her new life sex, swinging, polyamory, and some wild parties, all while building a new career. The princess, Jim, and new friends fall in love and enjoy unusual experiences and adventures. Much sex.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Celebrity Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Royalty
Jerry arrived at the condo right at two o’clock on Saturday afternoon. He was dressed casually, but still sharp: loafers with no socks, slim jeans that hugged his muscular thighs, a button shirt with contrasting collar, and a vest. The vest was to hide his pistol holster.
After we greeted, we all sat in a circle in the living room. Jerry started, “So you went out to dinner in public – two ‘A’-List personalities. You expected nothing would happen, but surprise, surprise, all hell broke loose. What lessons did you learn?” At least he was laughing about what had happened the night before.
Carrie said, “Not to say ‘yes’ to people that want selfies with me, for starters.”
Jerry said, “Better than that, what you need is a vocabulary that is polite, but firm about no. For instance, ‘I’d love to, but it would soon have everybody in the restaurant over here wanting one. What I will do is shake your hand.’ That gives them a take away, but doesn’t start a stampede, at least most of the time. The problem is that then everyone will want to shake your hand.”
Marjorie said, “Some guy copped a feel of my boobs.”
Jerry laughed, “Best response to that is to slap him and scream out something like ‘Stop sexually assaulting me’. Word gets out early, plus if his wife or girlfriend is in the restaurant, she’ll raise hell with him.”
I said, “I have a feeling there are rules or a checklist that we should go by.”
Jerry nodded. “Right. Most of it is common sense, and most of that involves advance planning. Your days of spontaneity are over. For instance, call ahead to the restaurant and tell them who you are, what time you want to be there, and so on. Even places that don’t take reservations will set a table aside where you’ll either be mostly unseen or it’ll be hard for the other diners to get to you. Maybe it’ll even be a private room. Be willing to suggest what you need.”
Carrie said, “I remember that growing up. We always had to tell my security detail at least a week ahead what we wanted to do during the week. I guess they worked things ahead.”
“They did. They would check out a place, look at entrance and exit routes, plan how your car or motorcade would get you there and leave, build in contingencies, figure out whether to dress to fade into the background or dress to be very up-front and visible. There’d also be the decision about whether weapons would be carried, and if so whether they’d be visible.”
Jerry paused and went on, “The issue of who would be on your team would also be considered. Did you need men, women, or a mix? Did the people have experience spotting potential terrorists or others who want to do you harm in some way? A lot goes into providing executive security.”
Marjorie said, “So we don’t just waltz into an ice cream shop for a treat?”
Jerry laughed, “The unplanned things in limited environments can be spontaneous and fun, but the idea is not to be predictable and to always be time limited, in other words don’t stay long. Get in and get out fast, and I mean in only a couple of minutes. For instance, get your ice cream and leave pronto. Don’t stand in line either.”
Carrie said, “Well, I have this new job, and I’ll be out doing interviews of people when I’m not in the office doing research or working up a script for a TV special.”
Jerry nodded, “Just plan your trips, and aim for the unexpected in terms of disguises and so on. Keep people off balance, not necessarily the people you’ll be talking to, but the others who you’ll pass on the street or in a building. The best response by them is either no recognition or it dawns on them who they saw about five minutes later.” He chuckled.
“What else?”
Jerry lectured, “The big responsibility for everyone involved is Situational Awareness. You have to constantly be scanning your environment, looking directly at people, and assessing whether they pose a threat to you – what kind, how much, when, and so on. If you detect even the hint of a threat, you need to leave wherever you are as soon as possible. Get out of the situation. If you’d left the table at the restaurant immediately after your first encounter, the rest of the night including the chase wouldn’t have happened.”
Carrie asked, “Am I doomed to have to live my life with a bodyguard?”
Jerry shook his head, “No, not if you can get smart about how to react in certain situations.”
Carrie tossed out, “Grocery shopping?”
Jerry countered, “Have a list. Again, be fast in and fast out. Let the manager of the store know you’re coming and don’t want to create an incident. Suggest that they have someone meet you and accompany you through the store. If you sense trouble, get out; walk away from it. Have an exit plan; maybe use a back door.”
I tossed out, “Going to Jacques for drinks and dinner?”
“Call ahead, ask for a table away from the general public if possible, and certainly one where Carrie and/or Marjorie can sit and not be seen by everyone. Try to use the back or side entrance. Park close to an exit, and use it. Again, if you sense a situation developing, walk away.”
Marjorie asked, “Going to a mall to shop?”
Jerry said, “Take a friend or two. Disguise yourself in some way: head scarf, hat pulled down, big dark sunglasses, regular glasses, headphones, and anything to put your appearance off from how people know you. Dress down. Be crisp about your shopping. Pick parts of the store that are relatively unoccupied by shoppers if you can. If you sense people gathering, leave the scene. If you sense trouble, flee at a run and call for help.”
Carrie said, “I think I’m getting it, but when should I involve you or someone like you?”
Jerry said, “There will be situations where you just know you’re inviting a crowd, for instance going to a movie premiere as an ‘A’-List guest; or a charity ball or even a ball game where you’ll likely be seen by thousands and even appear on TV. Take a professional with you in situations like that. The same rules apply but they can run interference for you, block people from bothering you, and certainly extend the image that you are well protected.”
“You?”
“Some times. I have a couple of dozen other people who I work with a lot – other independent security agents. We trade off a lot, so our clients don’t always appear with the same rent-a-cop in tow. Two-thirds of us are men; one-third are women.”
Carrie said, “So, can we go out for dinner again tonight and practice some of this?”
“Where would you like to go?” Jerry asked.
Carrie said, “Someplace Italian. I have a craving for marinara sauce over some kind of pasta, plus some protein to go with it, like chicken.”
I said, “Rosetti’s?”
Everyone but Carrie nodded; she didn’t know the place. Jerry called up the number on his cell phone and dialed the place, and put it on speaker. He asked for the manager. We listened as he arranged a seven o’clock ‘celebrity’ reservation. He carefully described who would be in the party, the kind of table we preferred, how we hoped to be served, and extended our gratitude for the extra service so we didn’t provoke an unpleasant scene. He was smooth and polite – a perfect gentleman.
Later, when we showed up for dinner, everything went just like clockwork. There was no hassle, we were shown every courtesy, and we were generous with our tips when we left. I felt certain that most of patrons recognized us; however, not one bothered us in any way. We were in a small alcove for the four of us, and only a few of the other patrons could actually see us.
On the way home, Carrie wanted a Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. I was driving, and Jerry was riding shotgun. As we got to the strip mall with the shop, Jerry hopped out of the car and strolled into the store, had a look around, sized up the other patrons – mostly adults with young kids in tow, and then gestured us in.
We got our ice creams and sat at a table to eat.
Pretty soon, a young girl about eight years old came up to Carrie. “Are you a princess? You look like her.”
Carrie smiled at the girl, “I am, but don’t tell everybody else, otherwise you’ll create a big fuss that I don’t want.”
The girl thought about ‘a big fuss’. “I wouldn’t want to do that.” She paused and said, “Well, nice to meet you princess,” and then turned and walked back to her parents, both of whom gave us apologetic looks for the spontaneous interruption.
Jerry said, “Carrie, you handled that perfectly. Never be afraid to say no to someone, even a kid. Also, just to give you some balance, you can always be nice, too.”
His last comment resulted in Carrie stopping by the table the girl was seated at. She introduced herself to her parents, shook their hands and that of the little girl, and then we all left. The parents had their mouths agape that they’d actually met the famous princess who had been in the news so much, plus also her friend, the notable TV reporter, Marjorie Henson.
Back at my condo, Jerry decided that Carrie needed a CPO for the night, and that he was just the right person to do. It turned out a CPO stood for Close Personal Operative, a euphemism for the term bodyguard.