Free The Principal's Daughter by Zak Hardacre

swivelled to observe what had happened. The sight of her bending at the waist, her ass in the air, greeted him. The short skirt had ridden up just enough so he could see the shapely form of her rear. The white panties she was wearing grabbed his attention. Pandora grasped the ball she had dropped in her right hand, and looked over her shoulder.
    She delighted at the look on Richard's face, knowing that he was getting hard at the sight of her butt exposed to him. Keeping the position, she placed down the racket and with a finger, traced a line around the area of her pussy. Teasing the material with its tip, causing the material to dampen and change colour.
    The moment lasted only a few seconds, and she then stood erect once more, and carried on her way to the front door. Richard blew out a breath of air and shook his head. He did not know how long he would be able to carry on without someone noticing the connection between them. Putting it out of his mind, he continued to his room.
    The team had met and been briefed, and Richard had left to collect Hank. He was surprised to find that both Clarissa and Pandora would be joining him for lunch. The reasoning for this was that Middle Eastern men loved the company of beautiful women, and it could help smooth over any tricky negotiations. Richard wondered who had suggested this, but it wasn't any of his concern. His primary objective was the safety of his Principal.
    The security advance party had reported that there were no obstructions with the route. Although the traffic was heavy, they should arrive at their destination on time. The venue had been cleared, and they were awaiting the arrival of the rest of the team. Once they were there, the Security Advance Team would leave, and take up a position outside in case they were needed in a crisis.
    The journey had lasted as planned, only just over ten minutes. The cars pulled up outside the famous London eatery. The second car waited until Richard opened the door for his client, and ushered the party inside. They would then give it a few minutes before the personal escort section would enter the restaurant.
    Hank and his family made themselves known to the maître d', and were seated in the table that Rob had specified. This would give them the safest escape route if anything should happen. Nothing was left to chance when the safety of a security officer’s client was concerned.
    Richard had taken a seat at a table close enough, but not too near to overhear conversation. Yet, it was ideal if he needed to step in to whisk his client away, should the need arise. He sat and carefully checked out the clientele in the room, looking for any sign of nervousness, hostile intentions, or anyone that did not fit in. Comfortable that everything seemed to be fine, he relaxed slightly. On cue, the rest of the team, with Rob leading them, was shown to a table in the corner of the room. They gave the impression of work colleagues or businessmen on a working lunch. This was the mark of a good security officer, the ability to blend in.
    Every now and again Richard would glance over at Hank and his family to make sure everything was all right. On more than one occasion, he caught Pandora observing him, with that now-familiar salacious smile on her face.  Clarissa had noticed the attentions of her daughter and had placed her hand on her wrist, encouraging her to return to the conversation. Was she making it so obvious that her stepmother had begun to notice? Richard's pulse began to race, and hoped that he was just imagining it.
    The family were soon joined by Hank’s lunch appointment. The Middle Eastern diplomat shook Hank’s hand, and smiled at the two women who were still seated. He took his place, and his bodyguard took up a position just behind them. Richard chuckled to himself when he saw the bloke had his back to his client. How was he going to safeguard his client if he could not see what was going on?
    A group of three swarthy, half-shaven