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She caught her fingers involuntarily typing in response.
Sure, come round for 7. Wear red underwear.
Company. Sex. A way through a miserable Monday evening. Better than another evening alone.
Erin took the opportunity to catch up on some sleep and set an alarm so she would be up when Sophie came over.
A dumb decision perhaps. She hoped Sophie wasn’t going to bring drama with her.
Erin’s alarm woke her and she stretched in bed, yawning. Her muscular body naked and pale from the winter. She got up and pulled on some underwear and a black vest with no bra. Her dark hair was a long tangle so she dragged a brush through it and spritzed herself with her favourite scent. It was an androgynous perfume, mostly masculine, a little feminine. It was enough, she thought as she looked in the mirror, her eyes dark and dangerous. There was no need for more clothes. She wouldn’t be wearing them long enough.
Sophie was late. Unsurprisingly. But at 7.40 the doorbell rang. Erin answered i
t. There was Sophie. Dazzling. Heels and a long coat. A cloud of scent and long blonde curls. Erin’s lonely flat suddenly was alive again.
“Hey,” Sophie said as she breezed in. “You look great.”
Then she removed her coat and there she was just in red lace underwear and heels. Her body all the curves and perfection of a swimwear model. Her heels gave her the appearance of a porn star.
Erin knew she would leave the heels on while they fucked. Sophie knew Erin liked the look. And Sophie lived for attention. Sophie shone for people wanting her.
Erin always wanted her.
Erin was all over her straight away, Sophie pushed back onto the sofa, her wet underwear pushed to the side as Erin was on top of her and thrusting her fingers into her. Sophie bit into Erin’s shoulder as she took it. Hard, passionate, relieving the frustrations of them both. They were ready, they were both so ready. Erin felt Sophie’s orgasm all over her hand and underneath her body. Sophie had this gift of never really tiring of sex, this insatiable need. She would come and then seconds later, she would want fucking again. More, harder. And the cycle would repeat. The sex between Erin and Sophie was very much one way. It always had been. But Erin didn’t mind that. It meant she never had to be vulnerable. Moving Sophie’s beautiful body as she wanted her, taking her in different positions, every which way. Moving location, all over the apartment. Sophie still loving it, Sophie vocal and appreciative. God knows what the neighbours thought. The walls were paper thin.
Erin didn’t care. She always felt like she was in a porn film when she had sex with Sophie. It was just what she needed. Sophie eventually lay satiated on the bed in a wet patch, her hair a mess and her underwear round her knees. Erin put her fingers in her own underwear and finished herself in seconds. Just looking at a well fucked Sophie was more than enough to bring her to orgasm.
Erin got straight up and into the shower. The power of the water rushing down onto her face as she closed her eyes and raised her head to the water.
Erin dried herself off and headed to the fridge in a towel. She went back to the bedroom with two beers. Sophie sat up in bed and took the offered bottle of beer.
Taking a big gulp of it, she said to Erin, “Thanks so much. I needed that. I feel so much better for it.”
And Erin did too. The sex, the beer. So many frustrations eased out.
“So, how’s life?” Erin asked.
“Oh, you know. Messy. Complicated. I’ve kind of been seeing this guy. But the sex is rubbish. I met a married couple online too and I am thinking of seeing them both together. Oh and I have started out as a self employed make up artist for weddings and things and I quit my other job. I mean I know I’m not OFFICIALLY a make up artist. But, I can do make up. So I figured, why get hung up on technicalities? So yeah, I’m trying to get some bookings. Struggling for money a bit, but you know how it is.”
That was Sophie all over. Erin sighed and realised that actually, sex with Sophie was more than enough.
Sophie left later on and Erin was enjoying another beer to herself. She had put fresh sheets on her bed and was just putting the sexed up sheets in the washing machine when her phone rang.
“Sergeant Kennedy?” a male voice said sternly.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Chief Inspector Randle here. There’s been an accident. Princess Alexandra’s Personal Protection Officer has been injured. The Princess needs a female replacement. I need you to meet her and interview at Buckingham Palace tomorrow morning at 10am.”
It wasn’t a question. It was an order. He knew damn well that no officer on a shitty residential security job would think twice when offered the chance to work on the heir to the British throne.
“I’ll be there,” said Erin.
3
It was another grey drizzly morning as Erin in her smartest dark blue trouser suit waited at Buckingham Palace for Princess Alexandra to appear. The opulence and grandeur of the decor didn’t faze her. Since working on the palaces and castles belonging to the Royal Family, Erin was no longer surprised by the decadence both interior and exterior. It had become a strange sort of normality, working in these palaces for these people. People just like us, but different. Born to nobility, to royalty. People whose destiny from birth was one of a regal nature.
Erin had read and heard a lot about Princess Alexandra although she always preferred to meet someone and judge them for herself. Princess Alexandra’s reputation of loveliness preceded her.
