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| THE BODYGUARD by Enola <<< part 1 PART 2 It was the night of the British Awards, about two weeks later and Sharon was on of the bodyguards of a young American singer who had to perform that night. She didn’t know much about her, she had just known that teenagers were mad about her. The day before, the young singer had rehearsed the song she had to sing during the event. All the people there had been enthusiastic about her performance but Sharon hadn’t found anything good in that, she had heard better! Some days before, when she had known about the British Awards, she had asked permission to have a look at the guests’ list and performers’, and the list of people who had to receive or give a prize. She didn’t want to have any unpleasant surprise that night as protecting a teenagers’ idol was enough. HIS name wasn’t in any lists…but what was the name of the band? She couldn’t remember it. She had read the names of the bands one by one and, to her great relief, she was sure that none of them was the right one. Actually, she didn’t have to worry about that because she was sure that he had called Pamela straight away and Sharon knew very well that she had lots of ‘resources’ to entertain him. The young singer, whose name was Vanessa, was extremely kind to Sharon and since the latter was the only woman among her bodyguards, she had asked her to stay always close to her to make her feel more at ease. Vanessa asked her another favour: she wanted Sharon to wear a dress that night because she didn’t want her to seem a bodyguard but a ‘friend’ of hers. Sharon decided to content her because she had realised that Vanessa was quite scared of what was happening around her. Sharon wore a long dress since their legs, above all the right one, were full of nasty scars that she preferred concealing. She arranged her hair in a ponytail on the top of her head and put her gun into a small handbag. As soon as Vanessa saw her she opened her eyes wide! She couldn’t believe that she had no make-up so she insisted that she had to put on at least some lipstick and lent Sharon hers. Everything was alright. Sharon was in the backstage with Vanessa and three colleagues of hers. Vanessa was quite talkative, she said she couldn’t help talking a lot when she was nervous. She even apologized to Sharon since she was sure he had a big headache because of her. Sharon didn’t mind listening to and talking to her, she was a nice girl after all. Now her behaviour was undoubtedly different because the situation was different. Vanessa was a girl who just wanted to have a chat to another girl to relax before her performance; JDB was a MAN and it was well-known that the majority of men, if not all of them, had a hidden purpose. While Sharon was chatting to Vanessa she looked around for a while and had a shudder when she saw JDB. He wasn’t alone, there was Pamela with him and they were holding each other hands. Last time Sharon saw Pamela was more than half an year before and she had noticed she wasn’t changed at all. On her neck there was a showy sparkling diamond necklace. She had a mini silver lamé dress which hardly could manage to cover her bottom and Sharon was sure that that was the only thing she had on since Pamela was famous as the perfect no-underwear-type. She’d look vulgar even in a nun’s dress. She was rather ugly, she had a big aquiline nose and was as flat as a pancake. She had the misfortune to be allergic to anaesthetics and consequently she couldn’t have any plastic surgery so, to look attractive, she put on a lot of make-up and if she hadn’t been a slut no one would ever have her. Sharon only had a glance at them because she didn’t want they noticed she was looking at them. Vanessa asked her if she was fine since she was suddenly turned pale but she replied she was aware of the fact she was lying. Some moments later also JDB noticed her and was very pleased to know she was there too. Finally, Pamela as well saw her because she had realised that he was staring at her. Sharon didn’t understand why he was there when his name wasn’t in any lists but after a while she suddenly remember that a psychopath was threatening him so it was obvious that his management had kept his presence secret until the last minute. He was having a cigarette drinking a whisky and couldn’t stop looking at Sharon. He found her utterly beautiful in her simplicity and in her natural grace. After she had resigned he had been thinking of her night and day, neither Pamela nor drinking managed to make him forget about her. Sharon felt safe with her colleagues, she was sure he wouldn’t dare go close to her if she was with them. She turned without even know why she was doing it. He was looking at her and raised his glass as to wave at her. Some minutes later it was Vanessa’s turn to sing her song. Sharon and her colleagues followed her until she was onstage and stayed there to look at her for a little while then a voice she knew thundered in her ear, “Hi…’Sharon’!” She shut her eyes and turned slowly. Her colleagues were a bit far from her. “Can call you Sharon, can’t I? You don’ work for me anymo’!!” He smiled. Sharon neither spoke nor looked at him. On the contrary, he looked at her from head to toe, “Y’know Sharon, with this dress you almost looks like a woman!” He turned pretending to go away so he turned again, “Oh by the way, thank you soooo much for suggestin’ Pamela…she’s…errrrm…she’s great in every sense of the word! At least she follows me everywhere…even to the loo when I go for a piss!! And you should hear her screaming when I fuck her…shit! She blows ma mind!” He cackled for a short while then blew smoke in her face and went on, “Y’know Sharon, I’ve tried wondering how it might be fucking you…but couldn’t figure it out! I just think that fucking a corpse would be more exciting!” He went even closer to her. Her smell made him swallow hard and the thought he couldn’t have her drove him crazy. He desperately wanted to touch her amazing body, run his fingers through her beautiful hair and kiss her, kiss and bite those wonderful lips. He just spoke again, “If you were a true woman you’d show me I’m fuckin’ wron’ right now!” Why was he wasting his time with her? Wasn’t it he tired of telling those bullshit just to annoy her? Obviously, he wasn’t, she thought and she knew he found it extremely exciting. “Have you finished?” she said slightly angry scowling at him. There was a twinkle in eyes, he laughs and replied, “I’ve just begun!” At that moment she saw Pamela, “Why don’t you go and shag your bitch? She looks horny!” “I will don’t worry! I’ll shag her all night long!” “Good! I hope she’ll make you die of a heart attack, at least I’ll get rid of you once and for all!” She said with contempt. Just then Vanessa left the stage so Sharon went away with her. She looked up and thought, What the fuck have I done to deserve all this? Pamela went close to James so he grabbed her and kissed her roughly. “Aren’t you tired yet of that nonentity?” She sighed. Suddenly something broke inside him. He didn’t bear the idea she called her in that way, Sharon was worthier than anyone else, but ‘one’ like Pamela couldn’t understand that. “Shut up fuckin’ slut!” he snarled at her. She grinned giving him a lustful gaze as that was the greatest compliment a man could pay her. Sharon was pissed off, she looked forward to going away. If only she had had the possibility to leave she would have done it immediately. But she couldn’t, she couldn’t allow ‘that fucking arsehole’ to fuck up her job, she couldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her run away. As soon as Vanessa went back onstage to get her prize, Sharon went to the ladies because she needed to stay alone for a little while, but her moment of tranquillity lasted too less as Pamela arrived. “Ah Sharon Sharon…one year has passed but I see you’re not changed at all…you’re so boring girl!” The sound of her voice was annoying as usual and Sharon didn’t want to stay there another second, so she walked past her to go away but Pamela stopped her grasping her arm. “Hang on darling! You can’t go away yet, before I have to thank you for giving up your job with James. I’ll be eternally grateful to you for that! He fucks me as nobody has ever fucked me!” She sighed and went on, “But a little good girl like you can’t understand how it feels being shagged anywhere for hours and hours…against the wall, on the floor…on the table…” While she was listening at her Sharon realised that Pamela had used the same language he had used before and that meant they really were a perfect couple. “I’d better go, don’t wanna be infected with your whore’s syndrome!” Sharon snarled at her then added, “By the way, nice necklace! How many shags is it worth? Honestly, it doesn’t seem to be worth that much anyway…and that’s weird ‘cos he’s got a lot of money…evidently, you aren’t that good at fucking him! Enjoy this moment, the world’s full of sluts even better than you, don’t think you’re the top!” Sharon walked towards the door and opened it but before leaving she stopped to add, “Is there an award for the best whore of the year? I wonder if he’d ever give you his vote…what’s his name? Um…Jason?” Afterwards she finally left and before she joined Vanessa and her colleagues she met JDB, “’ave you seen Pam?” he smiled, “Yes!” she grinned, “she’s in the toilet…she’s picking her teeth up from the floor! You know, she looks even prettier now!” she smiled ironically. Fortunately, Vanessa decided not to go to the party after the show as she was tired and preferred going back to her hotel. While they were going away a disgusting scene caught Sharon’s attention and she felt like being sick. JDB and Pamela were snogging in front of people, she was with her back against the wall while his hands were squeezing her buttocks. Everyone’s eyes were on them but they seemed not to care at all about the others. That night, when they went back home, he fucked her like a beast. She was just a ‘fucking slut’ after all. PART 3 >>> <<< Enola's stories |