Chapter 2: The Job

My visitor was the head of a private security company. He offered me a job guarding politicians who were going to dangerous places. Places like Iraq or Venezuela. Places where they wanted to see firsthand what was going on. I jumped at the job.

Now here it is 8 years later and I have my own team. I have guarded people from the State Department, U.S. senators and quite a few congressman and congresswomen. I love my job!

I just got my next assignment. My team is being sent to north Mississippi to guard some private businessman. This is different. The client is familiar, Robert Stark the shy introverted genius from the University of Memphis. It seems this super nerd found a way to protect the Air Force drones that everyone in the world is trying to hack into. That made him rich so he can afford to pay my company to protect him. Why? Well the bad guys want to know how he does it and there has been some chatter that they are coming after him. The government decides to pick up our tab and my team is being sent in to make sure no one kidnaps this tweeb.

Now let’s talk about my team. Me first. I am tall 5’ 9” tall, red hair, green eyes and 34-C breasts. I am still an expert with a pistol (now I am carrying a .45). My sex life? Why is that important? Okay. No, I am not a virgin warrior like Joan of Arc. Hell I am almost 30 years old for God’s sake! I have not been a virgin since my high school prom. In the Corps I played around some, I was no slut. I had a couple of friends with benefits, know what I mean? While on the police force there was a boyfriend but nothing special.

My second year with the company I met a Marine helicopter pilot. We fell I love and planned on getting married when he returned from his deployment. His chopper was shot down in Helmand providence, Afghanistan. I attended his funeral and watched as his father was handed the folded flag.

It was two years later that I met Sam. Sam was the total opposite of my Marine. First Sam was short for Samantha. Yeah that’s right. I go both ways. But Sam was also married! What? Yes I said married and she has two kids!

We met at a bar one night. She was not wearing her rings so I did not find out until the next morning when she said she needed to get home to fix breakfast for her family and get her kids off to school. She took my number and I thought I would never hear from her again. But I was wrong.

She called the next week. I agreed to meet with her at a restaurant for supper. There I found out that her husband was okay with her going out. Just as long as it was with a woman. That was part of their marriage. He watched the kids once or twice a month sometimes more but she was always home in time to get the kids up and ready for school. Her boys were six and eight years old. She liked me and wanted to know if I could live with this arrangement. I thought I could and we had a good relationship for almost 2 years. I never met her kids or her husband. I suggested a threesome and she said not “no” but “hell no”! The agreement she has with him is that she gets to play, he does not.

We had done everything two women can do to each other. Of course we ate pussy! We also scissored, I used a strap-on on her, and she used it on me. I ate her ass and she ate mine. I guess this would have gone on forever except her husband got transferred out of D.C. to the West coast. We talked a few times but she eventually told me she found someone else and it was over between us.

Enough about me on to my team.

Jamal Atkins is my second in command. He is a former Marine Gunnery Sgt. with 6 combat tours. He is 6’ 4” inches tall weighs in at 235 lbs. and is tough as nails. He is also black. I know what you are thinking. Hot red head, big black guy with probably a foot long cock. How could I resist? Easy, Jamal is married and has four kids. He is devoted to his family and is only doing this to help pay his kids college tuition.

The other two guys are former Green Berets. Saying they know their shit is an understatement. How many combat tours they did during their time in service is anybody’s guess. I just know when we are sent to some shithole of a country they would talk about being there “when so and so bought it.” I thought it best not to ask.

We got off the plane and made our way to our van. It had been parked in the short term lot the day before. It has all the firepower we might need and then some. Two hours later I was pulling up to a guard gate at Robert’s compound. We were waved through. Robert met us at the door.