One After Another
Fox gave the grassless garden a glance before looking up at the beauty, who shortly after closed them and stood up. Her tower, however well wrapped around her torso, smoothly fell to the floor as she stepped towards him. Then, the beauty fully revealed herself to a Fox who still held the doorknob and didn't move, or rather, charge towards her.
A young woman, maybe 12 years older than Fox, still in her prime, with bright white skin, Dawn aesthetics, long jet black hair and pure black eyes. She was a bit tall, albeit short when in front of Fox. That only further excited her, smiling as she lifted her hands towards his shoulders.
This was miss Selena, the celebrity Fox was to bodyguard from now on. Although only today would he attend to her from early morning to night, she was his new client, and from the looks of it, new lover.
“Mfh, ah. Mr. Fox, you do seem worthy of certain praises,” the beauty landed her hands on his shoulders before directly pushing her semi wet body against his torso. Her eyes narrowed seductively, looking up in search for a pair of lips.
In the next moment, she felt his hands land below her armpits, making her body slightly shudder, but in another, she was pushed a few steps away with her body sore under her armpits, above her chest. Backtracking, she looked up at him and covered her breasts, but not her mound of venus.
“Miss, ascertain yourself. I am Fox, your new bodyguard, this is my new job; to protect you and see your performance and mental/body health is at an above standard value. Nothing else,” Fox looked at her before turning his head behind him, where her matrimonial bed had clothes atop.
He walked to it and grabbed them before entering the bathroom. Selena looked at him do all this before lightly pushing her back onto her chair, even crouching to grab her towel and handing it to her. Then, Fox checked around the steamy bathroom before disconnecting a few devices, finally leaving with them after dropping her clothes on her lap.
“Call me if you need anything, I’ll be outside waiting.” Fox said before closing the door when turning around. Selena sat on her chair, feeling clothed and covered, perhaps like never before. She couldn’t help but recall the squirming movements Fox did after pushing her away, as if he just got covered in feces. Not knowing if to feel ashamed or insulted, she prepared herself.
…Creak. After more than half an hour, taking a toll on her mentality before glossing her bare beauty up, Selena opened the door of her bathroom and walked out of it. There was no longer as much steam inside, as she closed the door and looked at him, sitting on her bed.
Fox rested his right leg on his other knee, supporting his chin with his right fist, and looked at her. He seemed to have been waiting for her to come out, as he kept the position even after she showed up. Then, before she could speak in her defense, Fox uttered, “To entice someone, maybe don’t try methods that’d make any old man or woman glad to take the chance.”
“…” Regardless of how she felt before, Selena now felt insulted, but Fox continued. “And if you look to have that fun, be it with someone you want to. With me, you’ll stop seeing others if they ask you, buy you, entice you, or make you submit.”
“…” Selena was awestruck. This time, she looked up at Fox, having lowered her head like a little girl being reprimanded. She felt… different.
Fox stood up from the bed and walked to her. Despite having just showered and being somewhat vulnerable, at least from her state of mind, Selena serenely looked up at him without feeling afraid.
“Just… just one thing. I’d like to ask something,” Selena waited for a few good moments before opening her lips. Fox nodded. She bit her lips before asking out loud, “Is there not a trace of likeness from you towards me? Am I not beautiful to you?”
“… No, you’re beautiful.” Fox blinked in silence before bluntly stating. Selena smirked herself to comfort, lowering her gaze. She blushed a little, took a deep breath, and walked around her room after exclaiming, “Okay!”
Fox looked at Selena, who seemed to gain spirit, moving around with her ordinary, casual clothes that looked a bit too much elegant with her figure, exquisite features, and youthfulness. He opened his mouth after thinking a few things, “When was the last time you had contact with your parents? Do they know of you? Of the possible incidents?”
“Huh?” Selena stopped, grabbing 2 bags, one small and the other regular, before looking at Fox, feeling a bit startled. She made a slight hook of the left corner of her long, enchanting lips, “You investigated enough to… what, maybe suspect my extracurricular activities, but not my family?”
“I refrained from doing so,” Fox commented, not taken aback by her clever remark. She opened her eyes wide, relaxing her jaw. Then, Selena’s lips twitched before moving, “How so? Thanks, many others don’t seem to care…. What would you like to know?”
Fox nodded at her comment before giving out his thoughts, “I think miss should see to have her family watch her work. Maybe in some public demonstrations, where they can sit along a crowd. Take time, perhaps not soon enough, but you may want to include them in a few weeks or so. When you feel… ‘clean’, or more likely to enjoy being seen without shame.”
“Wow, Mr. Fox, you have a way for being direct.” Selena remarked after sobering up from his words. Then, she smirked, and neither denying nor agreeing, she pointed towards the door. “Shall we?”
Fox nodded and went over. Just before opening the door for her, carrying a few other non-fashionable bags she just packed, he turned his head to her and said, “Just Fox is fine.”
. . .
The first day working under a celebrity was filled with eye-rolling for Fox, but it wasn’t taxing. If anything, it was like staying in the boutique during his free time, albeit he had to move around a lot. It wasn’t a problem for Fox, as he didn’t mind walking to do things instead of just wasting time. Many cameras, albeit less than a third, turned to Fox instead of his client.
When miss Selena presented herself to a radio station where she would undergo an interview, the people in charge actually came out, which Selena told him rarely happened in public. Fox could smear the nervousness and fear from their very eyes.
After introductions and pleasantries, Selena was invited to the booth. However, being as tall as a towering mountain to instill fear, and the tiger hiding within it to make them feel compelled to his ‘intervention’, Fox ‘forced’ his way to enter the booth as well.
With just these first few hours ‘working’, Fox gained a pair of dependent eyes looking at him pitifully. That of which, albeit concealed, were pretty obvious and not new to Fox.
In the booth, the voices from the station focused all on Selena, trying to forget the big bad murderer who stood beside them like an unmoving mountain. But after a while, way before half the interview transpired, the situation turned towards ‘Selena’s bodyguard’ and not much else.
While a bit despondent, she remained polite, and whenever she seemed about to fall apart, she looked at Fox. He looked at her in tranquility, seemingly transmitting it to her. When the interview ended, and they were no longer on air, the farewells began.
Selena was invited to attend a private meeting with the voices of the radio, which is for just a few people, well knowing she had an appointment elsewhere a couple of hours later. But Fox intervened, claiming she had to prepare for the next appointment soon.
Lying through his teeth, Fox walked out of the radio a minute later. Who the fuck would dare to say no to his lies? Yet, even though Fox now knew not only the power of reputation, but that of a big bad boy like him. He didn’t care about it, nor did he think of planning to do more crazy stuff.
Fox continued his first day without obstruction, bringing Selena away from the radio to a random restaurant, where nobody dared bother Selena once their ordered food arrived. This was, indeed, still Fox’s reputation. But for the first time, she relaxed while still on a working day.
From then on, be it showing up at well-known clothing businesses, such as companies, and even a few enterprises; other high-end restaurants, science/technology development studies, and the like. Fox brought the little celebrity, who depended on him a lot, to do her advertising everywhere she was supposed to.
Additionally, on the first day still, Selena’s agency called for the good efficiency of her work, and the ‘new aura’ she was praised with from every brand and contractor. However, Fox also heard from her phone of her manager berating her for refusing 3 private meetings in the latter half of the call. He spoke with innuendos and some ‘keywords’ before ending the call.
Later that first day, when Fox returned her to her apartment. Just before leaving, he prohibited her from going to her agency, and much less having direct contact with his manager whenever he wasn’t immediately next to her.
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With that, Fox left the still insecure young woman to fend the night for herself, and he returned to the boutique to check on things, where the youngsters remained to elaborate how the day went without him.
It was all fine, except for a few individuals who seemed kin on asking about the boutique. Nothing else mattered.
… Like this, Fox spent another 2 days. This time, and from then on, at least during the weekdays, Fox first went to open the boutique before going to Selena’s apartment still in the morning to begin her day. She had a busy season this time, and perhaps even after the end of the year. It was unknown how long he’d stay with her, but his first 3 days were paid 40k each.
In the late evening of the 3rd day, after delivering Selena to her apartment, Fox took another bus and arrived at the workshop where his baby was being repaired. The mechanic had waited for him while working on the components of the Myertha, and wasn’t alone anymore.
He and another 5 worked the Myertha, but there was a ‘naked’ bike on the other side of the workshop, garnering Fox’s attention after it reminded him of his baby. Walking to the mechanics, Fox talked to Mauricio, who began attending his Myertha at first.
“How is it?” Fox asked, feeling in a relaxed mood, soon to grow better. Mauricio slid out from under a machine holding a few pieces so that one could relax their neck, working like they were dealing with a car instead.
Looking at him, Mauricio gestured to the prototype on the other side of the workshop, “Ah, you’ve arrived. Look, we’ll soon finish the safety measures of your baby while the other parts arrive. See that one there? That’s gonna be the new body of your Myertha, go try it. We still have time to change it, so we can adjust if you’d like to change anything.”
“Take into mind it isn’t a finished prototype, so some braking, countersteering, and speeding might be a bit tricky. You just ride with a mind to test how it feels, alright?” Mauricio added, giving him a couple of ultramodern keys, looking like diminutive data transfer devices.
Fox nodded, saying nothing and giving the others a look. They used thick gauntlets that went up to 2 inches before their elbows, more or less made by design to be as efficient and the same as the rest. Some used intricate machinery, tools that looked quirky and a bit too big to hold, but that facilitated many steps into a single yet elongated process.
Fox turned to the bike and headed towards it. Meanwhile, the other mechanics looked at Mauricio, exchanging eyes before smirking. It really was as Mau said, or so they thought.
Arriving before the unfinished prototype, Fox could distinguish it only needed its covering material and one layer of paint before it could look like a proper bike. As for its properties, there did seem to lack a few things, but nothing that compared to the times he went to Preut and rode through uneven terrain everywhere.
Without offering much word, Fox introduced the keys into its double-hole ignition switch. After triggering it, the bike immediately activated its lights, with a light hum echoing thorough, indicating it was waking up. Fox could tell it had some components inside still belonging to his Myertha, he smirked, caressing its back. “Yeah, I can feel you.”
Hopping onto it, he checked the wheel, the height, and the correlation from his butt to the handlebars, feeling a bit unsatisfied. Taking note in his mind, Fox drove it outside the workshop slowly.
“There he goes,” some mechanics paid attention to him leaving the workshop for a few moments before focusing solely on saving the beauty’s life. There was hope still.
… Fox rode the unfinished prototype and could immediately feel it was his Myertha, though incomplete, it was there. He rode slowly, passing by the streets around the workshop, planning on only moving a bit before returning.
Yet, after 3 laps, Fox grew to like it. While some things were off his expectations, the rather silent sensation as it moved felt just right. Even when going past buffers, he felt pretty comfortable still. The bike was precise, and unless Fox was direct and exerted a reasonable amount of demanding force, the bike wouldn’t move so easily.
That meant, if it came down to it, in a road fight where Fox moved with his bike in the future, he wouldn’t be too worried of other people’s hands also riding bikes. Among other things, but that was the first thing that came to his mind. Who didn’t want a loyal machine without conscience?
Furthermore, this was the best thing one could imagine getting that couldn’t compare to but was a decent enough compensation for mecha enjoyers. After trying it on the streets for 15 minutes, Fox went into a highway to circulate Proteros a bit.
He sped up at last, although it took 5 seconds for it to start speeding up. Fox felt the harshness of wind on his face again and marveled. His back leaned, straight, and feeling cold; worked magic on his mental state, calming him down from things he didn’t know he was irritated for, and in the future. It was that beneficial to him.
A few minutes into the road, Fox felt a few other bikes come close to him. They approached him carefully, not intending to startle or bump into him. Doing so would easily mean at least another bike’s terrible end.
When Fox had enough ignoring them, turning to one of them, he saw a biker with helmet on make signs to him. Easily understanding their meaning, Fox felt like it and tried adjusting his unfinished prototype’s speed, taking a bit more than he would when using any other bike.
The others were patient, and once he aligned up with a few of them, with others a little behind or to the front, one of them lifted his visor and revealed his eyes, mouth, and nose. His helmet pressed around his chin and cheeks, keeping his mouth somewhat free from air currents.
“We see you, congratulations,” the man said, confusing Fox. He grinned upon seeing this, adding, “We just wanted to let you know— if there’s people who don’t like you, there must surely be those who do. We’re just some of them. Also, what bike is this? Haha.”
“Prototype, for a Myertha.” Fox spoke slightly loudly. His broken, soft voice was heard well despite their situation. The man lifted his eyebrows as much as he could, tilting his head as little as he could, and commented, “Alright. From all my guesses, I did not think it would be this.”
Fox nodded a bit, continuing driving. He didn’t feel intimidated, nor did they show signs of wanting to be. It also felt a bit… nice, to have these bikers, with quite good quality albeit humble-looking bikes riding alongside him.
“Hey, we’re moving to a motorway, maybe go outside the outskirts and spend some time in the rural. We’d go back and forth in like 5 hours, if you wanna go. There’s a large gas station on the way there, too.” The man proposed after a few seconds. Fox looked at him, then at a few other bikers around them before nodding.
The man smiled, with the others making unique greeting signs as they sped up. There were still a few tens of kilometers before said gas station.
They rode for minutes without end before the man signaled Fox to take a right turn with them in the next chance they get. Just as Fox nodded, and they headed there, the back of his neck tingled a bit, making him squirm somewhat.
Vrrrrrooooom~! At the same time, a rather big engine sounded behind them, echoing closer and closer. Fox leaned to the right and changed lanes until he felt these sensations go away, putting himself at ease. But it was only he who did, while the others took him for preparing for the right, which they didn’t need to.
When Fox looked back to see what was going on, the other did as well, wondering what was up. Of the several bikers on the left, they suddenly became blinded as a pickup truck’s lights went from standard to very strong, but many reacted and fled, orderly moving away from the lights.
However, 2 bikes didn’t. One was a lone young man, and the other a young couple.
The truck advanced rapidly out of nowhere. Fox began speeding up without knowing, watching this unfold. The truck neared the young couple first, just a foot behind the young man. Seeing the incoming truck, the latter pedaled the former’s bike at the front, pushing it away, nearly causing them to scamper, but they stabilized.
However… when they looked at the young man, who was quick to maneuver and avoid getting bumped by the truck’s bumpers, they also saw the tall, wide white truck chase after him. The other bikers sped up, ignoring the turn to the right as they shouted, trying to grab his attention before provoking the driver, afraid he’d actually hit the young man.
“Hey, nobody’s doing anything to you!” - “Move to the side, please?!” - “Hey, ey ey. What are you doing?” - “There’s a bike in front of you! Stop!” - “Shit… he won’t stop. Look at him! Fuck…” - “Hey faggot, piss off!” - “Motherfucker, you think we won’t jump you?” - “Break his mirrors!” - “Ingrate, leave us alone! We are not-”
“…” Fox’s bike was still amidst its engineering to begin speeding up, not even on the motion yet. But he could still hear and see what was happening. Even before the bikers became desperate, the driver began playing with the young man, trying to derail his bike.
The young man was skilled, able to stabilize time and again after the continuous, tardy attempts from the truck. But Fox could see nothing was changing, and furthermore, they were also endangered. His polycoria eyes trembled a little before he sent his hands to his rear and lower hidden pockets beside his shins and heels.
As Fox took disassembled small pistol parts and put them together, a drone flew over from a bridge for pedestrians, focusing on them as it chased and recorded them. Fox didn’t care, knowing these procedures, as they went well over the speed limit and other vehicles nearby were getting restless.
When Fox finished assembling it and stored it at his rear, something happened up front. Their speed increased ever more, threatening to cause an accident before the truck could do anything. The bikers broke the mirrors and started hitting its sides, breaking the lights in front and in the rear. But then, the young man finally erred, mentally exhausted, and his bike slumped rightwards as it inclined far too much into the ground.
“…!” Fox watched as the young man’s terrified face past his pitch-black visor neared the ground, and the bike turned to the right as it inclined, facing him and the other bikers, of which not everyone realized.
The visor’s glass broke, along with thin traces of blood bursting from within, before the truck timely steered to the left, just a bit, ‘eating’ the young man’s left side, crushing limbs and torso alike. Then, the motorcycle made it bump, crushed by its left front wheel, causing further weight pressuring on the ground, which met with the young man’s paralyzed body, with a heart half-crushed, at best.
The young man’s body got crushed. Fox had the opportunity to see the helmet crack entirely, as the truck’s rear wheel were that thick, and the corpse glued to the wheel. It accompanied a third of a spin before it shot into the air, along with the central section of the motorcycle following suit.
Fox dodged, seeing an unrecognizable, as a human, flattened face with eyelids down, but eye organ matter splashed past its closed eyelids for an instant. He forcibly leaned his bike to the left, passing by the corpse to his right, above, and the motorcycle part, below and further to his left.
Fox’s eyes widened uncontrollably. As the others noticed, Fox once again sped up, having cancelled it to build the small pistol at his rear, with his eyes entranced on the white truck like a king cobra upon discovering prey. Meanwhile, the other bikers noticed, slowing down as they wanted to preserve… what remained of the corpse.
“OH MY HEAVEN!” - “Shit… shit, shit… no- ah, shit!” - “Mother…fucker… how… why- shit…” - “Stop, stop, stop stop stop…”
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