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Chitown
10-22-2011, 12:57 AM
"Private Security" featuring Selena Gomez
Part 1: The Job Interview with special guest Priscilla Deleon
With Selena Gomez and Priscilla Deleon
Written by chitown


The following is a work of fiction, containing material of a somewhat explicit nature, intended to entertain adults. If that's going to trouble you, or not permitted to you for some reason, read no further.


I'm George Summers, a private security consultant. At 18, fresh from high school graduation, I joined the USMC. At 23, I completed SEAL training, and joined the elite of the elite. In 2002, at 43, I blew out both ACLs prepping for the most important op of my life. I spent the last 5 years of my career in Naval Intelligence.

After 30 years, the day I mustered out, leaving one big piece of business unfinished, a comrade, a SEAL still working to finish the job, asked what my plans were. I didn't have any beyond looking for something to fill the void in my life. He told me his younger brother could use a man with my skill set – and handed me a business card for a masonry contractor in Dallas. At my skeptical expression, he laughed and said, "Do yourself a favor, fly out there, talk to him. He doesn't know he's looking for you, but he will when he sees you."

When I was admitted to Ricardo Gomez's office for our 11 o'clock appointment his initial reaction was shocked surprise. He recovered, pointed to the chairs across the desk and said, "Have a seat, please." After I did, he asked, "You're not looking to build here, are you? Danny sent you."

My brow furrowed, "He's a friend, said you could use someone with my skills, but I have to tell you, I wasn't with the Corps of Engineers."

"You were with Danny's unit?"

"I'm not allowed to talk about that."

"Danny knows I have a... private security problem, and thinks you could be the answer. You can't be a worse fit than any previous solution. Since he's family, I'm willing to trust his judgment in the matter. If you're willing, I'll fly you to LA to see if it suits everybody."

"Excuse me, but this all feels very havey-cavey to me. I need some details of expectations before I fly across the rest of the country."

He sighed, "I have a daughter on the cusp of stardom in LA. I need to find someone who can not only intimidate the riff-raff, but put down a crazy if it comes to it."

"I wasn't with the Secret Service either."

"Please, meet with her mother, step-father, see if it's a situation you'd be comfortable with"

"When?"

"As soon as you're available"

"I have no commitments for the next 4 weeks, and you're currently paying my hotel bill."

I watched and listened silently as Ricardo directed his staff through the process of getting me to LA, and 4 star accommodations for a week. "If we're all comfortable with you in place, we'll find you a more permanent residence. If not, I'll get you home."

Home? Where was that? A public storage facility housing the heirlooms that were my share of the estate? My 3 surviving brothers had families of their own.


***


Sitting alone in the last row of 1st class, I looked out the window at DFW. How long had I been in Dallas? 36 hours? I wondered if there were sights I should have seen. The whirlwind of travel felt like a deployment, though infinitely more comfortable than any I'd experienced. The steward pulled the privacy screen separating us from coach as a quiet disturbance occurred at the door. Ah, one last last-minute passenger. She was a tiny Latina, t-shirt and sweat pants trying unsuccessfully to hide her rocking body. I tried to watch covertly as she walked past the first 4 filled rows and then she stopped next to me. Caught! She placed her weekender on the empty cushion, "I think you're in my seat"

"Oh, sorry, I was just looking out the window." I got up to clear her space, "Can I put that overhead for you?"

"Would you? I have such trouble reaching"

She waited until I had both arms up, placing her bag in the compartment, to move past me and her arm grazed my crotch, sending a pulse of lightning through me. I looked down but she didn't seem to have noticed.

"Would you grab me a blanket and pillow, it gets chilly sometimes"

"Sure." I settled back in just as they told us to get ready to leave the gate.

All through meal service I couldn't resist surreptitious looks at her. Younger than I first thought -19 maybe, and even with today's array of padding and push-ups, she had to be a natural c-cup at least. I felt myself straining at the fly, and couldn't get the accidental brushing out of my thoughts. I was just thankful to have my tray table down. After the steward came to clear our dishes, I couldn't see any reason not to stow the tray but she saved me by saying, "I'm going to take a nap."

She put the pillow against my shoulder, spread the blanket to cover herself and most of me, and cuddled up, left arm around my back, hand on my shoulder. When she was settled, she moved her right hand into my lap. The confinement made my reaction painful as I was almost instantly totally erect. She began to slowly stroke back and forth the rod in my jeans.

On the principle turnabout is fair play, I made a slight upper body adjustment to free up my right arm. I walked my fingers down her back until I found the bottom edge of her shirt. They then walked back up underneath the cloth, causing shivers, until reaching her bra, following the material around under her arm to find the constrained mound. I started to fondle the melon and discovered this was all woman, maybe d-cup. I caressed, brushed, rubbed, and when I found the nipple projecting half an inch, squeezed. A jolt went through her body and she whimpered, "No fair"

With that she changed tactics – she danced her fingers across my pole, and then went looking to isolate the head. I daresay she would have had better results with a lighter fabric, but my denim jeans were negating her subtlety. When I failed to squirm she moved on, squeezing my balls, releasing and squeezing again.

Finally understanding that this was some sort of contest, to which I didn't really know the rules, I went on the offensive. I found the front hook closure and unclasped it releasing her bountiful mounds. I returned to massaging her breast, this time skin on skin.

She whispered, "I'm impressed, no guy's ever managed that one-handed before."

"Experience, honey, experience."

"Is that why I can't get you to at least squirm a bit?

I pulled my hand out from under her shirt and pinched her granite-like nipple through the cotton. She nearly jumped out of her seat, while squelching a squeal of delight.

"You mean like that?"

"Yeah," breathily.

I slid my hand down her soft tummy until I found the waistband of her sweats and then located the drawstring. "It's not so much experience, as you're working with a severe handicap." I pulled the end of the string to undo the bow. "The denim is swallowing all the small things you're doing." I moved my hand around to her back. She slowly tugged the zipper of my jeans down and my rod sighed in momentary relief. Then her hand was back, stroking on my tighty-whities, and now I was rock hard and punching my belt buckle. I slid my hand inside the waistband of her fleece pants, and decided to up the ante by going into her panties right away. With her leaning posture, I was able to caress and mold most of one plump luscious butt cheek.

"I've never had someone inside my panties."

I found that hard to believe, she'd started this game after all. "Well, I've never had a beautiful girl grab my cock in an airplane. Firsts for us both."

She changed her hand position, and gripped around my cock with undies in between, and tried to jerk me off. I could feel myself starting to ready a load, and began to wonder what I was going to do with it. "It'd be easier if you undid the belt and the button." While she let go of me to work on that, I made another body shift to lift her slightly and slide my hand under, dead center. My fingers found her moist outer lips and she let out a gasp. "Shhh, we don't need to attract attention," I couldn't help but chuckle a little.

She'd also lost a bit of coordination at her attempts to free me so I used my left hand to help out. Once that was done she lost no time getting her hand inside my briefs to caress my staff skin to skin. She massaged the pre-cum into the shaft and around the head. As I played with her lips her juices started to fully flow and I spread them around, lubing her entire nether region. The heat radiating from her love furnace felt like it might blister. Suddenly, she plunged her hand deeper and grabbed my balls. I jumped a bit and I felt her start shaking. "Are you laughing? Does that mean you win?"

"No, it's just... I've only ever messed around with teenage boys, and any one of them would be shooting all over by now. It took something so drastic to get a rise out of you, I was thinking maybe you're gay."

"Sweetheart, I was ogling you the moment you stepped onto this plane, I've got a handful of fingers poised to invade your pussy, and if you don't do something heroic, I'm going to spray the other side of this blanket in about 2 minutes."

"Really?" and with that she pulled her arm from behind me and dove under the blanket. Her mouth closed around the head of my cock as her hand started pumping in earnest. Her tongue swirled around my head and teased the little triangle on the bottom. My hand was soaking wet from her leakage and so with my fingers massaging her labia I used my thumb to wet and stroke the star of her anus. She groaned, the sound muffled by the blanket, but the vibrations sent shockwaves through my pole and I felt my balls prime the load. I was so close to blasting I felt a little desperate and sent my fingers clit hunting. My index found her love nub and I felt bolt of excitement course through her. Part of her reflex was to bite down and the pain shattered my last control and I shot my steaming wad into her surprised throat as she pumped and then sucked me dry. She swallowed the whole load, I didn't feel anything escape her vacuum-like mouth.

I blew my wad and as she was collecting it, I felt my energy slipping away. Even with my hand in her crotch I couldn't find the power to do her justice, and she deserved it. A week with no gym time and too long to count without a woman and this teen drained me in one shot. Maybe I really was getting old.

She finished cleaning me up, tucked me in my undies and pulled up the zipper, leaving the button and belt for me. She came up from under the blanket with a huge smile. I kissed her and lightly poked her lips with my tongue. She opened a bit and I slid in to just see if I could recharge. I worked my hand around her pussy, circled and swirled her clit. When she broke off the kiss she said, "Thank you," lifted her butt up and continued, "I think we're done here."

I retracted my hand slowly so there'd be no snapping, and licked it clean of her tangy juices while she worked to put her outfit back together.

"There's no way we're done. I owe you, and I always pay my debts."

"Dude, it's cool. I know girls never get there with a guy"

"Then you're hanging with the wrong crowd, and I need to show you I'm not part of it."

She didn't answer, just turned to look out the window. After putting myself back together, I'd had time to think things through. Only took about 5 minutes for it to hit me, and I felt a response rising. The 1st class washroom was across the aisle from us. I leaned over and whispered, "Why don't you use the lavatory, after a couple minutes, unlock the door and I'll join you."

"And what will that get me?"

"Hopefully an orgasm or 2."

She waited 15 minutes, and I started wondering how close we were to landing, when she turned to me, "Excuse me, I'd like to use the bathroom."

"Certainly," and I stood up and moved into the aisle, but I couldn't tell by her demeanor whether she was accepting my invitation, until as she was passing me she looked up to flash a wicked little smile and quickly groped my crotch.
Desperate to cover my surprised delight, I blurted out, "By the way, I'm George."

She just nodded and answered, "Selena"


***


I'd been sitting in the hotel's restaurant for 40 minutes, waiting on a meeting that should have started 30 minutes ago. All I could think about was what my face must have looked like as my heart stopped beating. I'd slumped back into my seat and dimly became aware of somebody shaking my shoulder, "Hey, are you okay?"

I came back enough to stammer, "What?"

"You okay now?"

"Selena?"

She looked a bit ashamed, "I'm sorry about that. I don't know why I said that. You lose someone close to you named Selena? I'm really sorry. My name's Priscilla."

Breath returned and with it, composure. I remembered the name plate. "Priscilla Deleon, Grand Prairie, Texas"

"How'd you know that?"

"The tag on your bag."

She looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well you seem to have recovered, and I still need to use the facilities." She gave me a quick peck on the cheek to cover her hand diving into my lap for another quick grope before bouncing across the aisle, and my brain still wasn't fully firing, or I'd have given her luscious butt a quick pinch.


I was getting ready to sign $100 tip on a Coke and bread basket check, when I saw them rush up to the hostess stand. We were of the same height, he and I, and could have been the same build except he wasn't as conscientious in keeping it up. He'd last shaved his head a week or so ago, and dressed casually in a white polo and khaki slacks. She wore a flowing black dress off the shoulder to just below the knee. Her shoulder blade length hair fell straight down, framing a rather pretty, round face with apparently minimal makeup. I stood as the hostess escorted them to me.

I extended my hand "George Summers"

He clasped it "Brian Teefy"

And "Mandy Teefy" I felt a small charge of electricity at her touch, but if she did too, she kept it hidden.

As we sat she offered, "I apologize for being late. My daughter apparently believes if she sabotages enough efforts to build a proper staff, I'll give up. She waited until we physically couldn't make it on time to give us Rick's message, and then disappeared."

"She sounds like a handful..."

"No. Not really. She still doesn't believe she needs a team around her. She wants to do it all with friends and family."

"OK. Granting I don't have anything more pressing to do right now, I'm still here on someone else's dime, so why don't we determine if you two are comfortable with me before we worry about convincing her."

Over the course of the next couple hours we ate, talked and a few things became clear to me. They both loved the girl dearly and had significantly reshaped their lives to facilitate her dream. They really were looking for someone to protect her from the seedy side of the world, and that I didn't have the savvy to do it without some serious coaching. Oh and that current was still flowing from Mandy to me. Civilian life seemed to have opened the floodgates of desire.
"Look, let's cut to the chase. I believe I have the large view skills and abilities you're looking for. What I don't have is experience in this particular environment. If you believe I'm your man, you'll need to coach me through in the beginning." Then with a smile, "But I should probably meet her before you actually hire me." I stood and said, "You know where to find me."

As I made my way to my 10th floor suite I pondered the torture of telling prospective employers who you are and what you can do while being sworn to not reveal any of it. The door swung open and my senses were immediately assaulted by the change in my suite. A delicate perfume wafted in the air. A trail of feminine attire: 2 pairs Converse, a blousy magenta top and denim miniskirt, a familiar pair of sweatpants and t-shirt; led to the "guest" bedroom of the suite. The doors being only mostly closed enabled me to hear 2 feminine voices, one very familiar.

"Tell me again, just what are we doing in here?" queried Priscilla.

Through the crack between the doors I caught the flash of a slim nude Latina body hopping onto the queen size bed. "The over-the-hill bricklayer staying here is busy running up a bar tab, so I think it's our responsibility to have a bit of fun in these posh quarters. Now get those panties off and join me."

Priscilla, naked as well, crossed my vision, to presumably climb onto the bed also. I couldn't help myself, I shifted my position a bit to bring the girls back into my line of sight. Priscilla was laying half on top of her friend, obscuring the other from my view, but giving me an eyeful of her luscious butt.

"Hmmph, it looks like someone's already been up to something today."

"I don't know what you mean." Priscilla replied, laughter in her voice.

"Dear heart, I've seen you before, in case you've forgotten, and those lips of yours have seen some excitement recently. Plus you're positively glowing. Spill."

I heard a brief kiss and then, "Ok I tried to play the nap game on the plane this morning."

"Uh huh," doubtful.

"Only this guy, he didn't get flustered, he went along with it."

"No way," excited.

"Apparently he didn't know the 'rules' either, because he kept upping the ante."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"He'd already unclasped my bra, and slid his hand in my pants as he suggested I undo his."

"Holy shit Pris, when did you stop him?"

"Well he hadn't actually stuck any fingers in me yet, when he blasted into my mouth, so I thanked him and told him we were done."

They didn't speak for awhile as they kissed and caressed each other. Finally, "That's why you're on cloud nine? Some guy feels you up and down, shoots off in your mouth, leaves you hanging and you're over the moon? I'm not buying."

"That's because I haven't gotten to the second act yet."

"Which is?"

"He felt the same way you do, and so tells me to meet him in the bathroom."

Incredulously, "An airport restroom? When was your last tetanus shot?"

"Don't be silly. We were still on the plane."

"Nooo..."

"Yes."

I decided this just might get good, so I gathered up their scattered clothing and pulled a chair up to the doorway. When I was settled and looked through the cracked doors the stranger was sitting, more or less on Priscilla's chest, ankles beneath Pris's arms. I have a worms eye view, starting with my sexy little Latina's feet, slightly separated so her shapely legs form a tunnel effect ending in her sweet little snatch, over looked by the soft roundness of her stomach. Beyond that her firm mounds struggle against gravity to keep her small perky nipples pointing to the ceiling. Rising up from there, narrow hips lead to the tiny waist of her friend. Waves of brunette mane obscure everything above that, but she clearly hasn't finished her growth yet.

"One more time so I can believe this picture in my mind. He's seated on the lid. You're stripped bare, he picks you up and sets you on his shoulders, locking your crotch to his face."

"Yep. And pretty much like yours is now."

"Schwartzenegger..."

"No, not even. He wasn't overdeveloped, but rock hard and probably the strongest person I've ever met."

"Whatever. Show me what he did next..."

I saw a shiver rack her body as the tongue ran up the crease where her leg joined her body. First one then the other. She kissed the tender folds and the neatly trimmed bush tickled her nose. She used her tongue to caress the lips, following the contours, finding the seam that leads deeper. She pulled back slightly to lick her own lips, and then puffed a breath over the blooming flower before her. She re-engaged, opening her mouth wide, poked the lips with her tongue and then began to lave them in earnest. The hips of the young girl were beginning to buck of their own accord and at the first taste of moisture flowing the older brought up her hand, so when her tongue moved north in search of the clitoris her fingers opened the outer doors and massaged the inner.

Deftly lifting the hood her tongue proceeds to swirl around, caress, and lave the love nub. With this prompting the free flow of juices a finger now pushes through the portal and begins to explore the inner sanctum. The beneficiary of this treatment begins to breathe rapidly and irregularly, and bracing her hands on the headboard, grind her pubic mound into her friend's face. Suddenly she releases a piercing cry and her muscles spasm uncontrollably. The only reason she doesn't fly off the bed is her own body weight locks her ankles under Priscilla. As her breathing settles down to panting and she regains conscious control of her body, I return from my reverie of what I did to Priscilla that morning to realize at some point I pulled myself out and I've just shot a load over the pile of clothes I'd gathered.

"My Lord Priscilla, did he really eat you out like that?"

"Oh, yes, but the best part, I can't really show you. I don't have the equipment."

"How does it get better?"

"He lifted me down off his shoulders and set me on his lap. I could feel he was ready to party again, and I was sopping wet, so I opened his pants again-

"No. You didn't."

"Yes I did, and yeah it hurt at first, but he was gentle and... It was like nothing I've ever felt."

Tentatively, "I thought you said you wanted you're first time to be with someone you love and trust.'

"Sel, every time I'd thought I'd found 'him', he just wanted me for his score card. This guy, he just wanted me. And I don't have to worry about him bragging to his friends."

I'd cleaned myself up, and closed up shop. They were cuddling in each other's arms, and I decided it was time to draw the curtain on the day. Priscilla had just confirmed what I already subconsciously knew, she'd just gone down on her cousin, Selena Gomez, the girl whose security detail I was hoping to join.

I pushed the doors open, "Well, ladies, it's been interesting, but I think it's time you got dressed and headed out. I'd suggest something from today's shopping excursion." I pointed to the department store bags thrown in the corner, glad I didn't have to send them out in outfits I'd soiled.

Priscilla had just lain there and wondered softly, "How'd you find me?" while Selena had scrambled up, grabbed a sheet and covered herself, "Who the hell are you?"

At 15 she was cute as a button, the pictures in my internet research last night didn't do her justice. In a couple years she'd be killer. "I'm the over-the-hill bricklayer your father sent to run up a bar tab."

She stood up straight, trying to maximize her maybe 5'5 height, and showing off the pokies in her ad hoc toga, which in turn had a disturbing effect below my belt. "I've already met the guys my father has available to watch over me, and you're not one of them."

"That's ok, you're Uncle Daniel recommended me."

Softly, "Oh." Then as a connection is made, louder, "OH," and finally, turning to Priscilla, "Hey, what did you mean, 'How did you find me?'"

Meekly, "He's the guy from the plane."

Chitown
10-22-2011, 01:01 AM
Ok so this is something thats been floating around my head for a couple years, and after discovering the fanfic section of the site a few months back started to put on paper. While I'm not sure this is ready for public consumption, my first attempt, with the news of the restaining order breaking, I felt it was time to get this character out there. If you think its got potential go ahead and let me know ... I've a couple more episodes mostly written and others outlined. thanks

jakedood
10-22-2011, 07:37 AM
The names confusion made the idea quite hard to understand, but other than that, a great story, you have a lot of potential as a writer

viper2134
10-22-2011, 05:46 PM
Good stuff, great start, honestly just keep it up. You've got a great start going.

Chitown
11-12-2011, 06:17 AM
http://img40.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=86021_SelenaGomez_BeachBunnySwimwear2011fashionshow_MBFW_Miami_160710_015_122_8http://img40.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=86021_SelenaGomez_BeachBunnySwimwear2011fashionshow_MBFW_Miami_160710_015_122_82lo.jpg 2lo.jpg

Its amazing what you can find just by following the suggestions at the bottom of the page. This picture from that fashion show she went to with Kim K, for all you who dont know, the chick in the peach? outfit is Priscilla.

Ok and clearly I still havent figured out how to put a pic in a post.