Hot and Frustrated Bodyguard

This is the sequel chapter to "Pleasuring the Boss."

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***

I lay on the hot sand of the beach, feeling baked and exposed. A wet towel wrapped around my face as a blindfold.

This was only one of my boss's crazy schemes, but I was fine with it. Partly because I depended on him for my income, and partly because he was a disarming bastard.

I still wondered why he didn't fuck me again after our first "meet and greet." My insecure side thought that he just didn't find me attractive. But despite his shining veneer of coolness and confidence, he did sometimes reveal a glint of lust in his eyes.

To be fair, Liam Finch gave lustful glances to many of his other employees as well, who all happened to be handsome men, including his secretary, Daniel Milk. I was certain that my boss hooked up with them, frequently, though they never said so out loud. Nevertheless, I felt left out.

So it was all the more puzzling when Liam Finch started using me as "bait."

The first time he suggested it, I was shocked, but he worked his charm.

In a smooth voice, he said, "I know you're scared, but you'll be safe. We won't let any harm come to you." His lips quirked up with another smile. "If you're up for it, I'll double your pay for this week."

That did sound enticing, but I negotiated for him to double my pay for the month instead of just that week. Thankfully, he wasn't mad and agreed readily enough. That made me wonder whether Liam was secretly afraid that I would refuse.

Most of the time, he only wanted me to act as visual bait, to distract and charm our quarry, who were mostly closeted queer men. Occasionally, our target would be a straight or bi woman. I was gay, but I could be a pretty statue for the ladies to stare at.

There were a few times, however, when Liam wanted me to let the stranger grope my body. I was nervous, but I flirted with them until Liam got what he wanted. I didn't even need to suck their dicks, though they clearly wanted me to.

So, a part of me thought that Liam might be protective of me. Maybe he didn't want me to suck anyone's dick but his own.

Until today.

Not only was I instructed to suck the target's cock when he arrived, I would have to go "all the way," too. Liam had looked at me with that beautiful viper gaze, saying that, of course, I could back out if I wanted to.

But Liam knew me too well. I didn't want to disappoint my employer. Plus, he promised to triple my pay for the month.

Before I left for the beach to lure our mark, Daniel stopped me at the door of the Finch office building. He placed a gentle hand on my shoulder and whispered, "Are you sure about this? You're a good kid, and even I think Liam is going too far. I know the bastard can be persuasive, but if you don't feel comfortable doing this, I'll tell him to back off and leave you alone."

I gave him a wan smile. "Maybe it would be fun."

Daniel still looked worried, but thankfully he let me go. The secretary could be quite sweet for a man with so much power, second only to the boss himself. But I didn't need a father figure (or older brother figure?) fussing over me like this.

And so I found myself on the beach, on that perfectly roasted sand. I couldn't wait to be roasted myself -- I wasn't sure if I was being sarcastic or not.

Meanwhile, Kenic Pizo, a man with a loud, rough voice, was deep in debate with Liam Finch. As always, Liam sounded calm, cool, and confident. Kenic, however, became increasingly agitated.

I could hear the smile in my boss's voice. "Don't be so impulsive, Kenic. I'm giving you some friendly advice. Anna Corbin is not the woman you think she is. She's beautiful and talented on the surface, but underneath..."

Kenic cursed.

While my employer schmoozed Anna Corbin's agent and secret admirer, something else happened in the background.

A soft voice whispered in my ear. "Come on, boy. I'll get you to safety."

I made the faintest of nods, and the mysterious stranger picked me up and hauled me away with her.

***

It was like the opposite of being kidnapped. When the unknown woman set me down inside a car, she finally tore the "blindfold" from my eyes.

I blinked, startled. Anna Corbin was nothing like I had imagined. I thought she would be some stuck-up, flashy girl, like her former college friend, Fay Kowalski. But instead, Anna reminded me of a piano, with sweetly tinkling notes.

Though she was undeniably gorgeous, she also looked kind and gentle. From her ability to pick me up and carry me, however, I knew she was no delicate maiden.

Her shiny black hair splashed over her shoulder as she flicked it back. Her dark brown eyes looked worried, like those of a concerned older sister.

Meanwhile, her chauffeur plugged in the ignition and off they drove.

Anna plied me with questions, asking me how I was feeling, did Liam Finch hurt me anywhere, etc.

I smirked to myself. Oh, Liam "hurt" me, all right. Just not in the way that she thought. But I simply answered her questions in a clipped, matter-of-fact way, while acting like a gullible young man who had fallen into Liam Finch's trap.

It was funny how both Anna Corbin and Fay Kowalski believed that I was some innocent, unknowing boy, when I had actually seen much of this world; way too much, in fact. That was why I had put my trust in Liam despite his obvious problems.

Nevertheless, even with my boss's reassurances, I was nervous as Anna Corbin's driver took us who-knew-where. She seemed sweet and gentle, but I didn't trust her one bit.

After less than an hour of driving, we arrived at an elegant villa. I was used to seeing my boss's vast displays of wealth, so this wasn't a big deal to me. But I admitted that she (or her designers) had better aesthetic taste. A fountain of dancing water stood in the middle of this lovely place. Animal topiaries were everywhere like happy and loyal servants.

Anna pulled me by the arm and led me up the steps. I certainly wasn't wrong to be wary. While the actress still had a gentle air about her, she also had this hard, steely essence that made the guards rush to obey her.

She commanded the guards to take me to my room.

Even though my boss had prepared me for this moment, I was suddenly scared of what might happen.

***

The bed was luxurious and big, and the guards left me there to rest. But I knew what they were up to. They brought me a glass of orange juice and a tub of pudding. I was almost certain they were spiked, but I was starving and had already thrown caution to the wind, accepting my fate.

The orange juice was freshly squeezed, and the pudding was delicious in a creamy, milky way. I felt relaxed and sleepy. Then I smiled and retired into the bed.

When I woke up, I felt pleasantly dazed, but I was surprised that I was still fully clothed, no evidence of any tampering on the sheets. I felt both disappointed and relieved. Did Liam miscalculate Anna Corbin?

After a while of lying in bed, feeling numb with boredom, I fell asleep again, this time for many hours more.

***

Liam Finch's mood was stormier than usual. In his office, he uttered in a clipped tone, "He should be back by now. Where is he?"

Daniel Milk made an appeasing gesture. "There have been disruptions, and Anna Corbin is too smart for her own good. But her arrogance will be her downfall."

Liam shook his head. "I don't want pretty words. I want the boy back."

Daniel sighed with sympathy, not wanting to tell Liam the worst.

***

Liam's worries were not unfounded.

Right now, Tristan Wilde was naked, on all fours. He sucked on a fat cock, while another cock pumped steadily into his ass.