Note: All of my stories are true. The names have been changed to protect the guilty.
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In the mid 1970s I was fresh out of the United States Marine Corps and going to college full time on the G.I. Bill. To supplement my income I worked as a security guard because you could get unlimited hours and most of the time you could spend a good chunk of them doing homework. I figured out that you could make an extra 50 cents an hour working details that required carrying a gun and moved toward that line of assignment. The security company was glad to use me because of my military background and because I knew when and when not to use my gun.
One assignment that I got would change my life in the short run and provide a sexual playground that at the time was beyond my imagination. The Drexler Park Apartments was a new luxury high rise in a swanky suburb of Boston. They had been overly eager to fill up the units and had neglected to do the diligent background checks of new tenants and as a result had ended up with at least a dozen hookers in residence. The customers and pimps were accosting the residents and the security staff. I was sent there to do two things: protect the residents and guards and to provoke incidents with the pimps and rowdy Johns that could be used as a pretext to evict the hookers. This was a perfect fit for me because I didn't look like a tough guy, slim and wiry was my build but I had a ton of martial arts training, police training and was stupid enough not to care that I was putting my life at risk for $3.50 an hour (heck, it was more than the Marine Corps paid.) I worked from 8:00PM until 6:00AM to be there when the action was going on. The regular security staff was also on duty so I was free to roam and do my thing.
Within 4 months I had pretty much cleared out the bad element through either intimidation or court summons for eviction (along with some assault and battery charges.) The management of the complex approached me and offered me the job as Head of Security. They offered me $100.00 more a week than I was making and a two bedroom apartment. It was a no brainer because it eliminated my commute to school from the suburbs. I had also discovered that there were a ton of beautiful women most of whom were enrolled in Boston colleges living there. I was responsible for hiring a security staff, training them and scheduling them. At the tender age of 22 it was an irresistible offer. I stayed in the position for 3 years, until I graduated from college and had sex with over 180 different women there.
I had my first sexual adventure there while I was still working for the security company. There was a woman there called Chicky. She was in her mid twenties, red headed with short hair and big tits. The down side was that she shared her apartment with her Mother. Every night I saw Chicky when she came home and greeted her warmly making small talk. After about a month there Chicky came home later than usual and was obviously shit faced. She could barely open the lobby doors and was not steady on her feet at all. I walked over to give her support. She told me that it was her birthday and that she had gone out with some co-workers and gotten a little too drunk for her own good. I asked her if she had gotten everything that she wanted for her birthday. She paused and then slurred "Everything but a good lay!" She then fell into my arms and started French kissing me.
