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Pat started out as a model. Her mother had put her forward at a Sixth-Form talent show. She caught the eye of the sweaty scout. Two years later she was done with modelling. No way she would ever reach the top. She had all the looks and moves of any of the girls at those world class London or Brussels agencies. But, so did tens of thousands of other girls. The odds were just too heavily stacked against her. Pat came from a working class family. Her route to money and security lay along a different route. On one of her modelling jobs she started talking to a security guard. He was thick. But, he had an eye for the lean brunette. Pat had seen that look ever since she was fourteen. She knew how to turn that look into an advantage. Pat pulled every scrap of information from this bone-from-the-neck-up knuckle-dragger. It occurred to her that her best path was to get in front of very wealthy men. And what better way to do that than be a body guard.

It was so easy to get access to the vice president of the security company. The right clothes, smile and little wiggle moved her right up the chain and past the envious secretaries. The VP was only too happy to send her out on jobs. Sure, she knew nothing about security. But no one ever talks to security staff. Her looks insured that the clients stayed loyal to the company. After all, wealthy men appreciate fine art. And she was every inch fine art.

Six months went by at the company. Pat picked up the basics of security. Her skill with firearms was weak. But she could sniff trouble. Attractive women develop a sixth sense for trouble. Difficult men are everywhere. They all assume that she is just as desirous of them as they are of her. No matter how ugly, overweight or overbearing they might be. At 121 lbs., it pays to stay well ahead of any problems. Pat used that intuition to call out the potential trouble makers to her male colleagues. The males in the company were not fat or weak. Often the men she picked out would try something foolish like starting a fight at a garden party. The results were as predictable as they were painful, for that fool.

It was time for her to move to a higher profile company. She was pushing 22 and stunning. But, she needed to get in with the super wealthy. She was picked up at a high end London Security firm. Sure enough, Pat found herself close in security for high society gigs. Her heavy hitter teammates stayed on the periphery of the venues. She mingled with guests. And started getting the look from eligible men. Ascot, Knightsbridge, country homes and several castles became her hunting ground. A wealthy man was her prey.

Pat's plan was working. She started getting real attention from the elite of British Society. Men began asking for her to be added to their security teams. One Lord Saint-John Smythe was particularly impressed. Her presence was required for a two week trip to Northern Italy.

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Pat started out as a model. Her mother had put her forward at a Sixth-Form talent show. She caught the eye of the sweaty scout. Two years later she was done with modelling. No way she would ever reach the top. She had all the looks and moves of any of the girls at those world class London or Brussels agencies. But, so did tens of thousands of other girls. The odds were just too heavily stacked against her. Pat came from a working class family. Her route to money and security lay along a different route. On one of her modelling jobs she started talking to a security guard. He was thick. But, he had an eye for the lean brunette. Pat had seen that look ever since she was fourteen. She knew how to turn that look into an advantage. Pat pulled every scrap of information from this bone-from-the-neck-up knuckle-dragger. It occurred to her that her best path was to get in front of very wealthy men. And what better way to do that than be a body guard.

It was so easy to get access to the vice president of the security company. The right clothes, smile and little wiggle moved her right up the chain and past the envious secretaries. The VP was only too happy to send her out on jobs. Sure, she knew nothing about security. But no one ever talks to security staff. Her looks insured that the clients stayed loyal to the company. After all, wealthy men appreciate fine art. And she was every inch fine art.

Six months went by at the company. Pat picked up the basics of security. Her skill with firearms was weak. But she could sniff trouble. Attractive women develop a sixth sense for trouble. Difficult men are everywhere. They all assume that she is just as desirous of them as they are of her. No matter how ugly, overweight or overbearing they might be. At 121 lbs., it pays to stay well ahead of any problems. Pat used that intuition to call out the potential trouble makers to her male colleagues. The males in the company were not fat or weak. Often the men she picked out would try something foolish like starting a fight at a garden party. The results were as predictable as they were painful, for that fool.

It was time for her to move to a higher profile company. She was pushing 22 and stunning. But, she needed to get in with the super wealthy. She was picked up at a high end London Security firm. Sure enough, Pat found herself close in security for high society gigs. Her heavy hitter teammates stayed on the periphery of the venues. She mingled with guests. And started getting the look from eligible men. Ascot, Knightsbridge, country homes and several castles became her hunting ground. A wealthy man was her prey.

Pat's plan was working. She started getting real attention from the elite of British Society. Men began asking for her to be added to their security teams. One Lord Saint-John Smythe was particularly impressed. Her presence was required for a two week trip to Northern Italy.