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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If 
you're not both of those, don't read it.  Characters in a FANTASY don't 
get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't 
use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't 
live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional characters in my stories 
are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what 
they do - someone could get hurt.

If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here, 
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the 
characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, 
since all of these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. You 
can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact, but 
if you make money off of it, you're breaking the law and pissing me off.
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Body Guards 4 (MFFFF, oral, anal, Scifi, caution)
(C)Copyright 2004 - Shakes Peer2B
shakes_peer2b@NONOsbcglobal.net
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http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Shakes_Peer2B/
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Many thanks to Rex Praedo <corsair@dancris.com> for suggesting the 
scenario for this chapter, and for pointing out the flaws in my first 
attempt!
________

Fortunately for me, Sun/Jun and Mei/Wei enjoyed sex with their 
counterparts as much as with me! With each girl having three possible 
partners with whom they didn't share a mind, I didn't wind up as a fuck 
toy for four very horny ladies, as I had feared I might.  I still got my 
share of attention, but it was kept to a tolerable (actually, a very 
enjoyable...!) level.

For the week following Sun/Jun's joining our team, we were busy planning 
the trip to the convention center and my survival up to the moment when 
the plans were handed over to the lucky winner. Today, the day of the 
announcement, would be the most dangerous day of my life.  My enemies 
knew it was coming down to the wire. They knew I had to leave my little 
fortress in the Palo Alto suburbs, and they knew where I was going. 
Furthermore, they knew, within a few hours, when I would have to make 
the journey.

This was far too much information for the opposition to have, but it 
couldn't be helped, so I maxed out my personal credit to hire some 
additional help, while we worked on changing our strategy.

Mei was just wrapping up the briefing for the hired drivers as I entered 
our impromptu conference room, while Wei went over the rented limos with 
a fine-toothed comb AND some pretty sophisticated electronics.  The four 
limos were in a tent in the back yard that was serving as our garage for 
this exercise. The drivers were hired security guys who had done this 
kind of work before.

"We will be in number three, with Mr. Hastings.  We will take this 
route..." she pointed to the green line that traced across the Dumbarton 
Bridge, and onto Highway 880 then onto Tasman on the projected map, "the 
rest of you know which routes you will take. These limos are armored, 
but the opposition will be prepared for that, so be alert.  Fight, 
flight or surrender: that is up to your judgement.  Just drive your 
route until you are attacked or reach the convention center, and your 
contract is fulfilled. Any questions?"

"Yeah," one of the liveried security guys said, "how do we collect if 
you're all dead?"

"In that case," Mei answered, "the payments will be made automatically 
from Mr. Hastings bank one week from today. If we don't stop them, they 
go out. We will only stop them if we survive and discover that you 
haven't done what you were hired for.  Beware, though! The five of us 
are VERY hard to kill. If you want your money, don't count on our deaths 
to get it.  If even one of us survives, we will stop payment to anyone 
who hasn't driven his route, is that clear?"

They all nodded.

"Oh, and one other thing:" Sun continued, "If we find that any of you 
have disclosed these plans to our opposition, you'd better HOPE they get 
all of us, because if any of us survives, you won't!"

That sort of talk would only discourage the faint of heart, of whom 
there weren't many in this game, but it was expected.

Three hours before time for the announcement, we all filed out to the 
tent where the limos waited. Mei, Wei, and I climbed into number three, 
the rear limo at the far side of the tent. Wei triggered the intercom 
and spoke to the driver.

"We will be leaving you now.  This vehicle has a number of sensors 
installed, including a GPS position monitor.  Should you make an 
unscheduled stop or deviate from the planned route, we shall know.  Do 
not open any of the doors or windows, as we will know.  Any attempt to 
communicate by electronic means will also be detected.  If any of these 
things happen before you reach the convention center or are attacked, 
your contract will be instantly terminated by the explosive device 
installed on the bottom of the vehicle. Is that clear?"

I could see the driver swallowing hard in the rearview mirror but he 
answered, "Yeah, it's clear."

As soon as number one pulled out, Mei, Wei, and I slipped out the far 
door of the limo and concealed ourselves behind the bags that had held 
the tent fabric.  The girls had stored them there for just that purpose.

Mei and Wei had searched the drivers and the limos and confiscated 
anything that could be used as a communication device, but such things 
are too easy to conceal, and we weren't taking any chances. It was a 
good bet that someone would have gotten to at least one of the guys we 
hired.

As soon as number four limo slid through the tent flaps, we made our way 
back into the house, staying low and moving quickly.

Mei spoke into a walkie-talkie. "Go!"

Jun and Sun, already at the convention center, had verified that all the 
bidders and my company's accountant were in the conference room, and 
that they were as free of weapons and communication devices as a 
thorough pat down and electronic sweep could make them.  We had chosen 
the room at the last minute, and for a particular reason.  It had a 
service door that didn't let out into the main hallways.  If things were 
going according to plan, the girls would now be shepherding the bidders 
to a delivery van backed up to the service entrance.

Hopefully, the opposition was watching for me to come to them, and 
wouldn't notice an innocuous delivery van leaving the premises.

Mei monitored Sun/Jun's progress while Wei tracked the four limos.

As the delivery van traversed the Highway 237 undercrossing, it stopped, 
and the bidders were quickly transferred to another van parked there. 
The delivery van's driver was paid and told to return to his company.

Half an hour later, the new van pulled up to the creekbed opposite the 
outlet to the storm drain that led to my escape tunnel. Quickly herding 
the bidders into the storm drain, the girls politely but firmly refused 
demands to know where they were going.  We went to the basement to 
welcome them.  The telltales showed the booby traps being de-activated, 
and Jun soon emerged from the escape tunnel followed by a gaggle of 
business-suited individuals, each wearing the required identification 
badge - some looking more than a little upset by the change of plan and 
venue.

No sooner had Sun joined them than Wei, looking at a handheld monitor, 
said "Someone has triggered an electronic signalling device."

Sun and Jun, with their own monitors in hand started circulating amongst 
the bidders. Jun stopped in front of the Japanese bidder, saying, "This 
one."

I wasn't worried about the signal getting out. We had chosen to meet 
them in the basement precisely because it was rigged with a faraday cage 
and jamming devices that allowed only pre-wired communications to get 
out, but a person who would do this had something else in mind, and we 
wanted it and him stopped here. In our planning, it stood to reason that 
my presence would be the impetus that triggered any attempts to 
communicate, which is why I had to be present, despite the danger.

Sun quietly moved the remaining bidders into one corner as Jun held out 
her hand for the device. Quicker than I could see, even taking Jun by 
surprise, the Japanese bidder, whose nametag identified him as a Mr. 
Hashimoto, was behind the diminutive chinese girl, holding her with one 
arm while the other hand held a slender, non-metallic dagger a fraction 
of an inch from her eye.

Sun said something in the private dialect she and Jun shared with Mei 
and Wei - the language I had originally mistaken for Mandarin. Wei, who 
was closest to me spoke in a whisper. "He is like us! Sun will assist 
her sister, we must move back."

Mr. Hashimoto said calmly, "Hand over the plans and I will release your 
little toy here unharmed."

I smiled, and, just as calmly, I hoped, answered as the girls had 
trained me to do, though my heart was pounding with fear for Jun, "You 
misunderstand our relationship. That is one of my bodyguards. She makes 
sacrifices for me, not the other way around!"

"This one?" he scoffed, "A bodyguard? Ha! I could break her in half with 
one hand!"

Wei and I exchanged glances, and I hoped what I read there was right. I 
answered, "You have been engineered by your masters for the work that 
you do.  These ladies were engineered to be bodyguards. What chance does 
one of you have against four of them?"

"Impossible!" Hashimoto replied, "Our scientists proved that females 
could not be engineered with enough strength and stamina for such work!"

Well, I could have disabused him of that notion, but I guessed the 
dialog had reached the limits of its productivity, so I quit while he 
was still unbelieving, for whatever advantage his disbelief might give 
the girls. I shrugged and stepped back against the wall, Wei in front of 
me, Mei riding herd on the bidders.

Once she deemed me to be out of harm's way, Jun flexed her calf muscles, 
driving her body upward with her toes, and slamming her head backward. 
Hashimoto's nose flowered with blood as did Jun's cheek where the sharp 
blade of the knife had sliced it down to her chin before her upthrust 
hand knocked her captor's away. Meanwhile, in a single fluid motion, Sun 
had flicked out an extendable baton and set about attacking the Japanese 
man with such ferocity that he had no choice but to release Jun. In 
desperation, he threw the knife in my direction, but Wei was much too 
quick and caught it by the handle as it streaked toward her.  If she had 
missed, it would have embedded itself in her body.

 From somewhere in his clothing Hashimoto produced a collapsible baton 
similar to Sun's. Jun's flicked out at the same instant as his, and the 
dance that ensued was almost a thing of beauty. Totally silent, in a 
confined space, only the clacking of batons as they were swung and 
parried, and the occasional thud or crack as one struck flesh.

I could see little more than the ebb and flow and the intricate footwork 
that accompanied the actual battle, but even though he had a slight 
reach and strength advantage, it was clear that the Japanese warrior 
could not long defend himself against the synchronized attacks of the 
two chinese ladies. Sometimes they attacked together, sometimes from 
opposite or offset angles.  Sometimes their attacks were simultaneous, 
at other times they hit him one after another, so fast that not even his 
super reflexes could counter them.

Finally, Hashimoto had been struck so hard, so often, that even his 
superior constitution could no longer sustain him.  He stopped, dropped 
his wand to the floor, and with the last of his strength, bowed once to 
Sun and once to Jun, then fell to his knees, ripping open the front of 
his shirt.  He held out his hand in supplication to Wei, and I watched 
in wonder as she tossed him back his knife, warily positioning herself 
in front of me, just in case.

With no more sound than a low grunt, he inserted the ceramic blade into 
the left side of his abdomen, just below the rib cage, jerked the sharp 
blade downward, then across his body, ending with an upward cut on the 
right side.  Sun had gone to one of the weapons lockers in the basement, 
and returned with a heavy bladed sword.

Hashimoto gave her a pained nod and bent his head forward. Sun's aim was 
true and her blade sharp. She made a perfect daki-kubi cut.  The 
assembled bidders gasped as Hashimoto's head sagged forward onto his 
chest, hanging by a strip of flesh, and blood fountained from his neck. 
This is not Chinese tradition, but I was discovering that my girls were 
well versed in warrior lore from all over the globe.

"What did you do that for?" one of the assemblage cried.

Sun looked coolly at the speaker, wiping blood from her blade with 
Hashimoto's torn shirt, and said. "He was a valiant warrior.  He 
deserved a warrior's death."

Without further ado, the girls hustled the bidders up the stairs to my 
dining room which would serve as our conference room for the occasion. 
Not standing on ceremony, I motioned my slightly green-complexioned 
accountant forward and took the envelope from his hand. I broke the seal 
and looked at the tally sheet within.

The winner was the US Defense and Intelligence consortium.  They had 
accomplished the impossible and agreed to pool their budgets for this 
purchase. My mouth quirked in a lopsided smile as I noted that the 
winning bid was EXACTLY $1,000 greater than the next highest bid.

Looking at the US bidder, I said, "Well! THAT was lucky!"

He didn't bother asking what I was talking about, but his own lopsided 
grin lifted a corner of his mouth briefly. I didn't really care how he 
had known the amount of the next highest bid, or that it WAS the next 
highest bid.  At least his people hadn't killed me to get the plans.

Mei handed him a cell phone and a piece of paper. He made a call that 
consisted of about three words and the number from the scrap of paper, 
repeated for clarity. Wei, beside me with a laptop, counted to thirty 
after he hung up before hitting 'Return' on the URL she had typed in.  I 
watched the screen paint itself and read the bottom line as it came up: 
'Balance:   $0.00'.

My heart thudded in my chest as she counted to thirty again, and hit 
'Refresh'.  This time the balance line read: '$750,000,001,000.00'. 
Exactly the figure on the paper before me. Elation flooded through me, 
and it was all I could do to keep from leaping onto the table and 
vigorously pumping my fist.  Jun hit the button that triggered a 
pre-programmed series of transfers to six other accounts, just in case 
the feds changed their minds. I used the techniques Mei and Wei had 
taught me for panic attacks to try to calm my emotions as I waited. 
When Wei nodded at me, indicating the other accounts were in good shape, 
I began unstrapping the briefcase from my body.

Wei entered her combination on one of the locks, then Mei entered hers. 
Each girl removed a key from around her neck and inserted it in her 
lock. Each placing a hand on the contact plate near her lock, at EXACTLY 
the same instant, the girls turned their keys clockwise.  This was one 
of the beauties of Bob's design for the case. The contact plates were 
connected with the locks and ensured that two people had to turn the 
keys.  Only a pair like Sun/Jun or Mei/Wei could have turned those keys 
simultaneously.

I removed the thick sheaf of paper from the case and signed the release 
on the top sheet, handing it to Mr. Shannon - the winning bidder.  He 
signed his acceptance, handed me back one copy of the release, then held 
up the cell phone that was still in his hand and asked, "May I?"

"You may, or, we can work out a lease agreement for a couple of my 
bodyguards!" I replied.

He looked at Mei and Wei, and then at Sun and Jun and said, "That's 
tempting, but my bosses would be concerned... You understand."

"Sure. Those plans are your responsibility now. You take care of them 
any way you see fit." I said, "I'm glad to be rid of them!"

My girls surrounded me as the house filled with armed, suited men 
wearing earpieces. One of them helped Shannon seal the documents in his 
own case, cuffed to his wrist with only about a foot of chain, then, 
whispering into their sleeves, they escorted him toward the door.

He paused as he passed near me. "My superiors are impressed that you 
were not only able to keep possession of these, but to survive the 
effort, as well.  We may be around to talk to you about having your 
company manufacture the devices."

"Doesn't that sort of contract have to go out for public bids?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Not something like this. Too sensitive. You've got a 
proven track record of security under extreme circumstances.  They like 
that.  They also like the fact that you already know the product."

With that, he nodded, and his entourage started off again, once more 
talking into their sleeves. As a courtesy, I kept the other bidders in 
my dining room for another half hour, serving them refreshments and 
thanking them for making it an interesting challenge.

Once all were gone, I turned my attention to Sun and Jun.  Sun had 
already stitched up and bandaged the cut on Jun's face, so it was no 
longer bleeding.  Each had a number of bruises and would be sore by 
tomorrow, but I turned to Mei and asked her to bring the car around so 
we could get Jun to the doctor. "I want to get them working on that so 
they can try to make it heal without a scar!"

Suddenly, I felt as if I was in Antarctica! All four girls looked at me 
as if I had walked on their mothers' graves!

"What have I done to displease you so, Steve?" Jun asked, her voice 
quivering.

"Displease me?!" I replied, "Nothing at all, Jun! You have pleased me 
greatly!"

"Then why would you deny me my scar?" she almost cried.

Taken aback, I searched the faces of the others for some clue. Finally, 
Wei came to my rescue.

"You must understand, Steve," she said softly, her own voice trembling, 
"guarding you is our life! To have taken an injury in that service is 
the greatest of honors!  Jun would wear that scar proudly as a badge of 
honor. Please do not deny her that!"

"Of course she may keep the scar!" I said, aghast, "I only thought to 
preserve her beauty, thinking that is what she would want!"

Jun spoke softly, "Is that what you want, Steve?"

I looked deeply into her eyes and said, from my heart, "After today, no 
physical disfigurement could make you less beautiful to me, Jun. You 
keep your scar, and I will keep its meaning in my heart."

I kissed her tenderly, trying not to put pressure on the cut. Her small, 
eager body pressed against mine, and I felt her erection growing between 
us! My own answered, but I pulled reluctantly away.

"Ladies," I said, looking around at them, "we have been cooped up in 
this dump for longer than I care to contemplate.  If you can control 
your libidoes for just a few hours longer, I would love to treat you to 
a sumptuous dinner before we embark on an evening of lust and debauchery!"

The twins chattered like schoolgirls as we made ready for a night on the 
town.  They had no formal wear, but with my newfound wealth, that was no 
impediment. Within an hour, Saks, Nordstrom, Gucci, and god knows who 
all else, had sent truckloads of clothing and overeager sales people to 
get the girls properly fitted out for a night on the town.  There was 
many a shocked expression when they found out that not only were the 
girls not quite entirely girls, but that the clothing had to fit over 
and allow easy access to, a variety of weapons and harnesses. They got 
over it quickly, and those who didn't found themselves hustled out the 
door.  The sizes of the checks I wrote that night would have given me a 
heart attack twenty four hours earlier. Now they felt like pocket change.

I left them to their preparations as I called the Japanese Embassy and 
had them send someone for the body of their assassin. I didn't like 
dealing politely with people who had just tried to kill me, but it was 
quieter and neater than dealing with the police.  They were curious as 
to why he had committed seppuku in my basement, but when we declined to 
comment, they quietly bagged up the body and took it away.

Naturally, the word of my record-breaking deal had leaked out.  The 
restaurant staff did its best but Mei/Wei and Sun/Jun still had to fend 
off a few photographers and curiousity seekers.  When we finally found 
ourselves alone in a private dining room, with only the discreet stares 
of the staff to contend with, I looked around at the four lovely ladies 
sharing my evening and thought "What a lucky bastard you turned out to 
be, Hastings!"

As the orgy started that evening, I made sure that my first act was to 
give Jun a long, slow, buildup with gentle fingering, cunnilingus, 
analingus, and down and dirty cock-sucking.  When I had held her on the 
edge long enough, I buried her long slender cock deep in my throat, and 
hummed and moaned around it while fingering her G-spot, until she 
blasted her load deep inside me, her pale, slender fingers digging into 
my scalp as she came and came.  On her second pulse, I raised my head 
and caught the remainder of her eruption in my mouth, letting her watch 
me swallow it, before I sank once more down her full length to wrench 
the last little spasms from her.

"Oh, God!" she whispered, "Thank you, Steve!"

I kissed her again, and whispered, "No, thank you!"

As I pulled away from her, I looked around for Sun. To my surprise, the 
other three had been watching me with Jun instead of starting their own 
action.  When I turned, they burst into good-natured applause. What 
could I do? I took my bows, then led Sun off to another corner of the 
big bed while Mei and Wei started in on Jun.

Mindful of her bruises, I made gentle love to Sun.  She knelt above my 
head and fed me her pussy and dripping cock, and I devoured them 
eagerly.  She mounted my rampant erection and rode me for several 
minutes while I jacked her off, before pushing my ankles back to my ears 
and taking me slowly, gently.  Her climax was almost tender, as she 
pumped load after load into my welcoming colon.

She too, whispered, "Thank you, Steve."

To which I answered, "No, Sun. Thank YOU!"

I still had not cum when Mei and Wei teamed up on me while Jun and Sun 
watched, fingering themself (not a typo). Wei attacked my sensitive 
nipples as Mei devoured my rampant cock. I tried to get them to turn so 
I could pleasure one or the other of them, but they were having none of 
it! For an eternity, they played my body like a concerto, but never 
quite seemed to reach that final crescendo. I sweated and moaned and 
thrust and groaned under their ministrations, but was never allowed to 
plunge over the edge. When they finally deemed me worthy of it, Mei lay 
face down, her sweet little ass raised in invitation.

"We know how you want to finish, Steven." She whispered over her 
shoulder. "Fuck my little Chinese ass! Fuck it good!"

Nothing loathe, I slipped in as gently as I could, well lubricated by 
their earlier attentions, and Mei moaned and pushed upward to seat me 
fully, as Wei made her own entry into my eager, open tunnel.

Several weeks ago, this would have seemed among the strangest acts in 
the world for me, but as Wei screwed my ass long and deep, driving my 
cock deep into her sister's little white butt, I felt that I was where I 
belonged! My climax into Mei's tight little colon as her sister unloaded 
blast after blast of hot lava into mine, seemed secondary to the 
contentment I felt in the loving embrace of my beautiful bodyguards.

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