Bodyguards and Body Heat: Emine and Jans Steamy Valentines Day Before Duty Calls

Note: Takes place between Chapters 46 and Chapter 47

Thursday, February 14th, 2014 – Emine Mataraci “24” – Tacoma, WA

Something wet and warm nuzzled at my breast. A mouth sucking, nibbling, a tongue licking. My eyes fluttered open, a mewling sigh escaped my lips. Sandy-blonde hair spilled across my my dusky body as Jan sucked my nipple between her lush lips. Her brown eyes flashed up at me, and she smiled around my dark-brown nub.

“Good morning,” I purred, running my dark hands through her cornsilk hair.

“Morning, Emine,” she answered, kissing up my chest, nuzzling my neck, and then her lips found mine.

I enjoyed my partner's kiss.

We were the last two of the original bodyguards left, chosen that wonderful day in June when we competed for the opportunity to serve the Living Gods. Two out of twelve. Eight of our original sisters had fallen defending Mark and Mary, three in June when the nuns attacked, and five in September during Brandon's assault. The last two, 15 and 16, had retired with our Gods' blessing, reuniting with their loved ones.

Even though the Gods used their powers to make us their bodyguards, we had chosen to stay when they set us free after Brandon's attack. They were important, and I had sworn to protect and serve when I joined the Bonney Lake Police Force two years ago, and who were more important to the world to protect than the very Gods fighting the darkness?

No-one.

I kissed Jan on the lips. In our bedroom we could be our real selves, use our real names. Out there she was 23 and I was 24, but in here we were Jan and Emine; this was our safe haven, the place we could retreat to and relax. In here, we weren't on duty, and could be ourselves and love each other.

My hands roamed round breasts, my fingers finding her hard nipples; she squirmed and moaned into my lips, her tongue becoming more aggressive in my mouth. I shifted, pushing her onto her back and—

Beep! Beep! Beep!

“Dammit!” Jan hissed, reaching over to slap our alarm. We were on duty today, and that was more important than fooling around.

“Maybe we should shower together,” I whispered. “You know, conserve some water.”

“What a wonderful idea,” she purred.

Giggling, we stumbled across our hotel room—the second and third floor of the Murano hotel served as the bodyguard's barracks, and every pair of guards shared a room unless she was married or had a significant other. We passed the second, unused bed to reach the small bathroom. The water was warm—the hotel had some heavy duty water heaters—and Jan jumped in, her sandy-blonde hair matted to her slick body.

She beckoned, “Come get me, sexy!”

I joined her, my dusky body pressing against her, and we kissed beneath the shower's spray. I grabbed the body wash and a loofah, squirting the fragrant soap—lilac—into the puffy, pink sponge, and rubbed Jan's delightful tits.

“Umm, keep washing my breasts,” she purred. “I don't think they're clean yet.”

“We don't want you to have dirty tits,” I laughed. “We're going to be on TV today.”

“I don't care, just don't stop soaping,” she panted, her brown eyes squeezed shut. “That's it! Umm, you know just how to wash me!”

“Lots of practice!”

Her legs wrapped around my thighs, and her hot pussy pressed against me; she humped. “Oh, yes! I'm almost clean,” she gasped. “Just a little bit more!”

“Are you that horny?” I asked in shock. My thigh was soaked, and not with water.

“We're going to be on TV today,” she gasped. “Most of the world is going to see me dressed like a complete slut! My tits will be practically hanging out, and my skirt's so short they might catch a flash of my naked ass! Oh, fuck!”

She shook and gasped, and drenched my leg with her passion. More and more juices flooded my leg and I smelled something acrid. “Dirty bitch,” I laughed. “Did you just piss on my leg?”

“Oh, yes!” she gasped, still cumming and peeing on me! “Oh, fuck that feels wonderful!”

She shook one last time, and gave one last spurt of piss before she relaxed and panted, a smile painted on her face. She caressed my cheeks, than Jan leaned in and planted a wet kiss right on my lips, soft and gentle and full of her wonderful tongue. My dusky hands slid up, grasping her shoulders, then I forced her down.

“You're going to pay for pissing on me,” I smiled.

“Do it!” she groaned. “Piss on my face!”

I pushed my pussy right over her and relaxed my bladder. My yellow stream struck her right between the eyes. She squeezed them shut and opened her mouth, drinking my piss mixed with shower water. I wiggled my hips, letting my spray splash around her face. My pussy was on fire, tingling with pleasure.

“I'm such a filthy bitch!” she moaned. “Your filthy, little, White whore!”

I grinned at her, grabbing her blonde hair and pulled her face into my pussy. “Drink my piss, then lick my Turkish cunt!”

She swallowed the last of my stream, then her tongue pushed into my cunt, and my little, White whore devoured my pussy. She sucked and licked, and I leaned against the shower wall and moaned my passion.

“That's it! Eat me, whore! You White girls love to eat pussy!”

I humped my face into her pussy. I loved making a White girl eat me out. Besides Jan, my favorite White girl was sweet Cindy. Her first night as a maid, Cindy had learned to love drinking my piss right here in this shower as much as she had learned to love my pussy. That little kitten had a hot mouth; Dr. Willow had outdone herself with the maid selection. They were all hot bitches ready to drop to their knees and worship your snatch.

“Here it comes, bitch!” she gasped. “That's it! Like my pussy, balim!”

Jan's tongue worked deep in her, lapping at her pussy like a cute kitten. Her orgasm crested inside her, and she shuddered and almost slipped, grasping the shower bar and stumbling back. Jan looked up at her, licking her lips, concern on her face.

“You okay, Emine?”

“Yeah,” I answered.

“I made you cum that hard, huh?” she giggled, pulling herself up.

“You always do,” I told her. “Now, let's get showering, we can't be late for the morning briefing.”

“I love you, Emine,” she purred.

I smiled, and stroked her pale face. “I love you, too.”

We had to finish showering in a hurry, and threw on our uniforms: navy blue blouses, half-unbuttoned, tucked into very short, blue skirts cinched with out tactical belts; thigh-high, black leather boots; and our most important piece of gear, our enchanted, bronze amulets. They could stop almost any bullet. Sam's invention had saved more than a few of our lives.

I noticed a package sitting on the bed, wrapped in red paper dotted with white cupids. Where had that come from. “Happy Valentine's Day,” Jan grinned when she saw my questioning glance.

I flushed. “Oh, no, I completely spaced. I didn't get you anything.”

She smiled. “I know. You'll just have to make it up to me tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“We're off duty, and you're taking me out to a wonderful dinner, right?”

“Er, right. Yeah. It'll be nice and romantic.”

She leaned in and kissed me. “I can't wait.”

I wanted to open my present but, thanks to our long shower, we were running late, and it would have to wait until this evening when we were off duty. I gave her one last kiss, then we stepped out of our rooms and became 23 and 24.

Morning briefing was held in a small conference room, the Paradise Hall. It was lined with folding chairs before a podium. One wall was dominated by a mural of Paradise up on Mount Rainier, a beautiful field of flowers towered over by the majestic mountain. 51 stood at the podium, her blouse completely unbuttoned and draping around her pregnant belly. The other bodyguards trooped in, save squad H who were guarding the Hotel right now.

“Good morning,” 51 said when everyone had entered.

“Morning,” we all echoed back. We were all seated by squad; 23 commanded Squad B, and I served as her second-in-command.

“We have a big day today,” 51 continued, clicking a remote and the laptop hooked up to an overhead projector started up the PowerPoint slide show. An image of the Tacoma Museum of Art appeared, a brick structure with large windows built next to a second, cone shaped building made entirely of glass. “The Tribute to the Goddess opens today, and Mary, Antsy, and Via will be visiting the gallery to examine the exhibit.”

For the next thirty minutes, 51 detailed the security plan; we had all been briefed on it before, but you didn't take chances with security. Going over the plan one last time wouldn't hurt. Squad's A, B, C were tasked with security, supplemented with a company of the Legion. Squad's A and C would secure the exterior, while our Squad would arrive early to secure the interior, including the four young artists whose works were being exhibited and were being allowed to meet Mary.

“Are we all on the same page?” 51 asked at

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