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FanFic
The Richard Dawson Experience
Last UpDated: 24 October 2001.
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Story Copyright © 2001. Rhonda "StuntChick36" Inc., All Rights Reserved.
A BODY FOR THE BODYGUARD
***This takes place shortly after Damon's return to civilization following his staged "death" in The Running Man.***
Damon Killian was sitting on top of the world. Well, almost. He's alive, but the nation thinks the host of the most popular television game show is dead. And if anyone from the Resistance found out he is alive, they may try to kill him... again.
He sits in his chair behind his desk and thinks about how to approach his new problem. Never has living ever been a problem before. And Damon could live it up whenever he wanted to. Many women in the audience would give their eye teeth to go out with Damon for one unforgettable night. The rumor was that he could seduce any woman, no matter what her disposition. He was remembering one night in particular when this woman-
"Mr. Killian," came a static-shrouded voice. Damon sits up and hits a button on his intercom.
"What," he says in his patented cold manner.
"Sir, your bodyguard is here."
A what? "Bodyguard? I didn't request a bodyguard."
"The network did, sir. They want to make sure you're not in any danger while you're working on the new Running Man."
He closes his eyes and rubs the bridge of his nose. "Where is this person?"
"Down in the receiving cubical, sir." He turns his intercom off and sits back in his chair again.
"Damn it." He stands up and grabs his coat and heads down the hall to the elevator.
Downstairs, Damon is escorted by a couple ICS security guards down a long hallway to a conference room. He opens the door and goes inside.
A young, handsome lady, dressed in a black police dress uniform and red ICS beret, immediately stands up at attention. "Sgt. Maj. Kory Rutland, reporting as ordered." Damon takes a second to look over this good looking woman in front of him. She stands straight and still as a monument as he inspects her.
"They didn't tell me you were a woman," he said coldly. "They didn't even tell me I was getting a bodyguard."
"Are you disappointed, sir?"
He grins as he walks slowly around her. "No. Not in the slightest."
"I was ordered by the network to-"
"Keep me safe. I know, I know." He stands in front of his new bodyguard. "How can you watch out for me? I hate to break this to you, sergeant, but you're small."
Looking straight ahead, she says, "What I lack in stature, I make up for in skill and strength, sir."
"Look at me when you speak, sergeant." Like a trained soldier she obeys.
"Yes, sir."
He smirks. "Very obedient. I like obedience."
"Yes, sir."
Damon steps back a little bit and points to the door. "After you." She turns to the door in true military fashion and walks out. As she walks out, Damon watches her bottom move, impressed by what he sees.
Back upstairs in his office, Damon sits down and tries to find out more about his new personal security officer. She stands in front of his desk, at ease, as he asks, "Your name's Kory, right?"
"Yes, sir."
"Would I offend you if I called you by name?"
"No, sir."
He smiles. "Relax, Kory. This isn't the army anymore. You can keep the 'sir' stuff, but you don't have to be so stoic."
"I understand that, sir. But it's my sworn duty to act with honor and discipline at all times. I am a professional soldier."
His eyes are searching hers, swimming through the blue ice in hopes of reaching her soul. "I like professionalism. It's a... very important quality." He slowly gets up from his chair and goes to his bar. "Would you care for a drink?"
"I don't drink, sir. Alcohol clouds the mind and opens one up for an assault from an enemy."
He's a little peeved. "Well, is it alright if I have one?"
"Yes, sir." He grabs a tumbler and fills it with ice.
"Are you sure? Not even a small drink?" he asks.
"No, thank you, sir." Damon picks up the bottle of bourbon and pours himself a double.
"So tell me, Kory. What did you do before you became my bodyguard?" He walks back over to his chair and sits down.
"I was a prison guard in the Sigma quad, sir. When the request was made for a personal security officer, I was sent in for the interview by my superiors. My record is clean, no disciplinary infractions at all, sir."
Damon looks at her almost lovingly. "Do you enjoy your work?"
"It has it's rewards, sir." He sips his drink, sets it down, and leans forward on his elbows and looks at her.
"Have you ever... killed anyone? On the job, I mean."
Surprisingly, she doesn't hesitate to answer. "I have, sir. But those I've... eliminated deserved it."
He grabs his glass and stands up. "I bet. Don't want to cross a sergeant while she's on the rag, you know."
A smirk almost curls her lips. "My menstrual cycle had nothing to do with it, sir. The persons in question were attempting a prison break."
He walks around the front of his desk and sits on the edge, right in front of Rutland. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be impertinent."
"Apology accepted, Mr. Killian."
Damon looks at her in mid-sip. "I didn't apologize. I never apologize." He continues to stare into her eyes, but breaks off to look at the clock on the wall. "It's 6:00. Isn't it time for you to head back to the police barracks?"
"No, sir. I'm no longer a member of the police force. I've entered into private service."
Damon's eyes flash. "So you'll be staying with me?"
"That's right, sir. 24 hours a day, 7 days a week."
He smiles and takes another sip from his glass. "Private service, huh? I could get used to that."
Around 9:30 p.m., a limo pulls up outside a large beachfront mansion. Rutland hops out and holds the door open for Damon. He leads the way up the walk to the front door.
Once inside, Rutland looks at the wealth around her. She had no idea that Killian was this rich. There was expensive and priceless artwork on the walls, marble floors, and a solid oak, hand-carved coat of arms hanging in the den.
"Make yourself at home, Kory."
"Thank you, sir." She steps into the room and takes off her beret and sinks into a chair. "Where are my quarters, sir?"
"Well," he starts, "since I wasn't aware that I'd have a live-in security officer, I don't have one prepared. However, you can stay in one of the empty rooms. You can fix it up any way you want."
She looks around. "This is a very nice house, Mr. Killian."
"Thanks. I work hard for everything I own." He goes and gets himself a drink at the bar. "You're going to find, Kory, that we have the same work ethic. We're both driven by our duty to the public."
"Yes, sir."
"But," he continues, "you and I are different when it comes to... 'R and R.'"
"Perhaps, sir."
He casually walks from the bar over to the couch where she's sitting. "We both come from different schools of thought. I, for instance, like to have a drink to relax. You don't."
"Begging your pardon, sir, but does that bother you?"
"No. But tell me, what do you do for relaxation?" Damon holds his glass on his crooked knee.
"I go to the rifle range. I always feel better after I squeeze off a few clips."
He scoots a little closer to her. "What else? Do you... like to squeeze anything besides bullets?"
She sits up a little straighter. "You mean, do I engage in sexual activity?"
A smile graces Damon's evil face. "I wasn't going to be blunt, but yes. Do you? It does wonders for the nerves."
"Sex for pleasure is animalistic, a craving that must be controlled mentally. Sex for survival is an entirely different subject. Procreation should only take place if both parents are of pure backgrounds." By now, he's right next to her and his mouth very close to her ear.
He whispers, "You make sex sound... so naughty..."
Rutland stands up. "It's not. It's the way human nature should be, Mr. Killian." She starts pacing the room. He's awakened something in her that has long been sleeping soundly. Damon, still seated, watches her with disappointment.
"What the hell's the matter with you?" he says, almost angry.
"Nothing, sir. I'm fine."
"No, you're not, you're crazy. I don't believe a word of what you just said. Whatdya mean sexual desire can be overrun? It's a normal human emotion."
"It's abnormal, sir. Animals are sub-human, therefore any animalistic behavior is sub-human."
He stands up and looks at her. "Jesus Christ! Let me tell you something. Sex happens to be a very good way to release anxiety and stress." He steps a little closer. "You ought to try it sometime."
"Sir, don't insult me."
Now Damon's agitated. "It's not an insult, sweetheart. It's the truth. Face it, cutie pie, you're frigid."
"I am not."
He sets down his glass. "You're not? Ok, prove it. Come on. Jump my bones, right now."
Her face remains unchanged. "No, sir. I refuse to act like that."
Damon, defeated, throws his hands up in the air. "Fine. You know what? I'm going to bed. You can stay out here and find something to occupy your time."
"Yes, sir." She watches him head up the white spiral staircase to his bedroom.
Rutland opens her eyes and looks at the bright blue digital clock on the wall. It's 1:34 a.m. She sees her black uniform jacket on the couch, her boots on the floor by the coffee table.
She's a little surprised that she fell asleep. Damon's words hurt her a little and she couldn't get them to stop echoing in her head. Putting her feelings aside, she quietly goes upstairs to check on Damon.
Looking down a small hallway, she sees a door that's slightly cracked open. She carefully approaches it and peeks inside. Damon's asleep, laying on his back with one arm across his chest and the other under his head. She can see his bare chest rise and fall in the moonlight that's breaking in the blinds. He almost looked surreal.
As she turns to leave, she hears a raspy voice say, "Kory?"
Rutland pokes her head into his room again. "Yes, sir. It's me."
"What's wrong?" He sounded concerned.
"I fell asleep downstairs, and I was just checking to make sure you're alright."
"Oh. Yeah, I'm fine." She turns to go again. "Kory, wait."
"Yes, sir?"
"Come in. I want to talk to you." She's a little apprehensive, not sure of what he's going to say to her this time. "Sit down here on the bed." She moves into the room, but stands close to the bed.
He doesn't turn on any lights. "What is it, Mr. Killian?" she asks.
"I couldn't sleep, and I don't want you to hate me, you know, because of what I said earlier. I shouldn't have been so cutting."
"You don't have to apologi-"
"Damn it, yes I do. I'm going to apologize, but just this once. I didn't want to hurt you. I wish I could take it back or make it up to you." He looks up at her, only to see her eyes combing his chest. "Do you like what you see?"
Her eyes quickly move to his. "Sir, I have to be honest. I couldn't really sleep because of what you said either."
His gray green eyes catch a moonbeam. "Kory, back up for a moment. Why were you looking at my chest?"
"I wasn't, sir."
"Don't lie to me." He waits before he asks her again. "Why were you looking at my chest?"
She's wrangling with her physical needs and losing the fight. "I.... I liked what I saw. Sir."
He slowly tosses the single black silk sheet that covered him aside and kneels on the bed, making him as tall as her. He gently reaches up and touches her face, only to make her flinch. "Relax. I'm not going to hurt you." Their eyes locked together, his hand touches her cheek again, this time sliding down her neck and up into her blond, almost boyishly short hair. Her eyes close and she tilts her head towards his hand. "Kory," he says, "sex is animalistic. Making love is human." He could see in her eyes that what he said sparked the needs of the woman within her.
As she hungrily kisses his lips, she says, "Yes, sir." Almost savagely, she kisses him and pries his mouth open with her tongue. His arms close around her and hold her there until she's had her fill. She steps back a little bit and takes a good, long, sweeping look over Damon's body. There he is, the most powerful man in the world, kneeling before her in his tight black boxer briefs.
"Please. I need you," he begs, his arms stretched out to her. Like a woman possessed, she steps towards him quickly and pushes him onto his back and straddles him before he has a chance to recover. She pins his hands above his head and kisses him gently this time. His body seemed to fit perfectly under hers. "Come on," he beckons, "let me show you how people express love."
"No," she says, momentarily stopping her feast on his neck to look him in the eyes. "Fuck me like an animal." He breaks her hold on his wrists above his head and rolls her onto her back, putting her in the same position he was in.
"I thought animals were sub-human?"
"Please, Mr. Killian, " she says. "I just want you inside me, and quickly. Before I go sane again."
Damon gets up to his knees and takes his shorts off. Rutland watches as his hard cock becomes visible. He lays back down on top of her and starts sliding his hands up under her t-shirt and starts to unhook her bra. When he feels it loosen, he takes her t-shirt off, then tosses the bra aside. His mouth gnaws on the flesh in between her breasts, leaving a slick trail behind. She closes her eyes and grabs his hair, her body wiggling with acceptance. Damon pushes his body up so he's now face to face with her. His lips are parted, his tongue visible. As he runs his hand over her firm bosom, Rutland opens her mouth to moan, but she's silenced by Damon's hot tongue. His mouth sealed off any route for sound to escape. He leaves her hands above her head, and moves his southward towards her pants. His lips kiss all the way down to Rutland's belly as his strong fingers unbuckle the belt and push her pants down to her ankles.
"Roll over," he commands. She rolls onto her side and he presses his body firmly up against her back. He looks down at her ass as he tugs her panties down. "I'm gonna show you how much fun this is, Kory."
"Yes, sir," she pants. "Please show me."
Damon smiles and leans forward to begin kissing her neck and shoulders. His hands are still working her pants and panties off. Once they're cast aside, he puts his arm around her, holding her close to him as he continues kissing her back. Though he hasn't entered her yet, he's rocking his body against hers gently. Damon pushes her head forward as he kisses her neck again. Rutland reaches up around her head and pulls Damon over her and lays down, holding him on top of her. She separates her legs, allowing Damon to move in between them. She could feel his stiff manhood pressing against her starved sex. He looks down at her, watching her cold, ice blue eyes sparkle in the moonlight. The longing for a man's touch was written on her face.
"Take me," she says in a breathy whisper. Damon buries his face in her neck and penetrates her flooded opening quickly. He growled with satisfaction as his hands grip the edge of the mattress. He thrusts into her a little harder. Rutland's mouth suckled Damon's chest, her teeth almost chewing through his skin and ripping his flesh from his bones. And in this moment, he would have let her. Her hands hold his hips as they move back and forth. All Rutland could think of was what an oil derrick looks like as it drills the earth hard in search of oil.
"You may be my bodyguard," he says through his clenched teeth, "but tonight, I'm yours." He slows his rhythm slightly. "Let me guard your body."
She runs her hands through his hair as he continues to stab deeper into her. Damon closes his eyes and tries to control himself, trying not to explode too soon. He stops thrusting and rolls over onto his back, taking Rutland with him. He massages her hips as she rides him. Her eyes were almost blinded by how handsome he looked beneath her in the cold, blue moonlight. She could see sweat forming on his chest, the hairs damp from the sweet moisture. She bends forward and licked some of it off, lapping some from his nipples. All Damon could do was moan.
Rutland almost smiled as she moved over him. She was eager to learn anything he could teach her about physical love. She had been in love once, but that changed the day she entered the Nordic Liberation Front. In the NLF, they were taught and drilled on the principles of celibacy, especially fornicating with those who are 'less than human.' In essence, she was a neo-Nazi.
Damon wanted to climax, so he tipped her off of him and retreated from her, guiding her onto her side, and plunged into her from behind. His mouth kissed the sweet skin on her neck while one hand came around and cradled her breast as he rocked in and out. With both of them laying in the moonlight, Damon got to see Rutland's physique; nicely toned back, strong arms, and muscular legs.
"Get on your knees," he commands again. She quickly obeys and receives his hard member again from behind. He holds her hips tightly as he snaps forward sharply, watching her ass jiggle as his hips and thighs bounce off. He slides one hand up her spine and grabs her neck, while the other hand stays on her hip. Damon started pounding her with more desperation. "I want you to scream my name when you feel it," he orders.
"Yes, sir," she groans. Her skin was on fire as both of his hands massaged the sides of her torso, disappearing under her and fondling her breasts before going back down to hold her hips again. He bent forward and kissed her back.
"Give in to me, Kory," he coaxes. "Let your body want me."
Soon, a tremendous energy from her inner core erupts and makes her cry out, "Yes, Damon! Yes! Yes!!" Her inner muscles clamp down on his cock and squeeze it and pull on it and suck on it until they wrench his fluids out of him in a violent tidal wave of ecstasy. His deep, baritone voice groaned and moaned in a way that most people will never hear. Physically exhausted and sexually fulfilled, Damon rests on all fours, his body gently leaning on top of Rutland's, who slowly lowers herself down to the bed.
"That's how humans express love, Kory," he says in her ear, kissing it. "Animals fuck for survival, humans fuck for love."
"Yes, Mr. Killian," pants Rutland. Damon rolls off onto his back, completely uninhibited. His now flaccid cock, covered in their love liquid, shimmers in the moon glow as he lays next to her. She lays facing the pillows and away from Damon. Now her guilt was setting in.
She waits patiently for Damon to fall back to sleep before she got up from his bed. She quickly puts her clothes back on and creeps out of his room and back downstairs. Rutland crashes on the couch and dozes off to sleep.
"Kory," said a familiar voice, "Kory, get up." She felt a hand on her shoulder, shaking with urgency.
"What is it, sir?" she asks, rubbing her eyes and sitting up.
Damon sits on the couch next to her. "I have the most spectacular idea. I want you to be a stalker."
Rutland shakes her head. "I'm sorry?"
"I want you... to be... a stalker. You'd be perfect!"
She sits up and swings her legs onto the floor. "Mr. Killian, I'm your bodyguard. I don't know anything about stalking."
"Of course you do. You were a prison guard, you've killed people before, right?"
"Yes, sir."
"That's all there is to it." Damon sets a warm, kind hand on her shoulder. "I can make you a star."
She sighs with doubt. "Mr. Killian, you've said it before. I'm small, there's no way the network will take me seriously."
His eyes narrow. "If Damon Killian says so, they will."
Rutland grabs her boots, sets them in front of her, and starts putting them on. "Sir, I'm only good at one thing, and that's following orders."
"Alright, so I'll order you. You are going to be a stalker. My stalker."
She looks at him, then back down to her boots. "Yes, sir."
He sits next to her in silence until she finishes tying her boots. Just as she's standing up, he asks, "Why did you leave me last night?" She halts in her tracks and sits again. "I rolled over to hold you. I was hoping you'd still be there, so maybe I could... love you again."
"I had to leave, sir. I didn't want to crowd you."
"I wouldn't have let you. I'm a pushy person."
"I know, sir."
Impatient, he asks, "You didn't answer my question, Kory. Why did you leave?"
She looks him in the eye and says, "I felt guilty. That's why."
"Why the hell should you feel guilty?"
"I lowered myself, sir. I acted completely on impulse and I was driven by lust."
He stands up fast. "So? What's wrong with that!" He reaches down and touches her face. "You were sensational."
"Sir, I'm not some piece of ass you can have whenever you feel like it. I'm a trained killer and I've been assigned to protect you. That's all my job is, no more and no less."
He's very pissed off. "If I want you to give me more, I'll get it!" He pushes his open bathrobe aside and sits next to her. "Kory, last night I showed you how I relax, and you responded to it. You can't honestly sit here and tell me that you didn't enjoy it, too."
"That's why I feel guilty, sir," she says. "I did enjoy it." Damon, looking pleased, leans back on the couch and puts a hand on Rutland's shoulder.
"Don't feel guilty," he soothes. "I wanted you to enjoy every second of it. And if you want to, I can make you enjoy it again."
Rutland looks down at the bulge in his shorts. She licks her lips, reaches out and strokes his chest, making him tilt his head back and smile. "I can't, sir." She grabs her jacket and gun belt and stands up.
"Why not?" he asks.
"I've got a job to do. And so do you."
"But-"
"Mr. Killian, I can't. I don't believe in sex for pleasure."
"That's not how you acted last night. Kory, you're a human being for Christ's sake. You've got physical desires and needs... and an incredible body that screams for worship." Rutland looks away from him. "Don't you turn away from me when I'm talking to you."
She glares back at him. "Mr. Killian, if I wasn't as mentally strong as I am now, I'd throw you down on that couch and make you beg for me to stop. But I'm centered again, centered in my beliefs and my duty."
He covers his eyes with his hands. "I don't believe this. Hitler's Minion is my bodyguard!"
"Now," she continues, "if you'll excuse me, sir, I'm going to take a shower." She snaps to attention, then dismisses herself and heads upstairs.
Later that morning, at ICS Headquarters, Damon's sitting in his office and going over applications for stalkers. Rutland stands at ease behind him and watches him work. She can't help thinking about what happened last night and how really great it was. She can still remember how fantastic he was; gentle, direct, sweet, and devastatingly passionate. He wrote his attraction to her all over her skin, so hot that her nerves can recall how he felt against her. Her daydream is broken when Damon speaks.
"Jesus, how do these people think they'll become stalkers? None of them are over 220 lbs. and only half of them are athletes." He sets a stack of files down on the desk and swivels in his chair to look at Rutland. To get his mind off his work, he tenderly asks, "Are you still speaking to me?"
She looks at him and says, "Only when I'm spoken to, sir."
He holds a hand out to her and says softly, "I'll speak to you, Kory." She doesn't take his hand, but steps a little closer to him. He takes her hand and says gently, "Please don't hate me."
"I don't, sir."
"I don't know if I believe you." She says nothing, but slowly squeezes his hand.
"Believe me, sir." He smiles as her hand grips his.
"Come here, Kory," he says as he pulls her gently down to him, kissing her mouth with smoldering passion. Damon's hand caresses her face as their mouths continue to dance. He sneaks his tongue out and touches her lower lip, compelling her to open her mouth to him. Rutland grunts softly as his tongue plays with hers and explores her mouth, just like he did the night before.
Suddenly she backs away from him. "I'm sorry, sir."
"For what? I wanted you to keep going."
"But I'm on duty."
Damon stands up quickly, putting his arms around Rutland's waist. "I find a woman who's dedicated.... very attractive." She holds her arms out at the sides as he nuzzles her.
"Please, Mr. Killian. Not here."
"Yes here. I need you again, right now." Her breathing becomes a little heavier. "You left so soon last night that I didn't have a chance to make love to you again. And I desperately wanted to."
"Stop," she whispers. "Someone's going to find us, sir." He hits a button on his desktop and the doors lock. He lets her go and goes over to close the blinds.
Damon turns to her. "No one will ever know." Rutland stands by the side of his desk and watches as he walks towards her with purpose. He steps into her, pushing her onto her back so she's laying on his desk. They start kissing madly as she lays there with nowhere to go. Damon stands back up between her dangling legs and starts unbuttoning her shirt as she looks into his eyes.
"I can't believe I'm letting you do this to me again, Mr. Killian."
"Stop talking, Kory. Words are useless now." He flings her shirt open and bends over her again, kissing her chest softly. Her fingers wind themselves into his hair as she holds him there. She brings her knees up and squeezes them together, holding his thick torso between them. She moans as she feels his hands slide down her sides, onto her hips, and finally onto her thighs. Damon stops kissing her chest and looks up at her.
"Stand up, Mr. Killian," she directs, drawing a smile from his face. Rutland pushes him back, untucks his shirt from his pants and starts unbuttoning it. Damon moans and tips his head back as she leaves sucking kisses down his sparsely haired chest. She forcefully pushes his shirt off of his shoulders as his hands come up and play with her bristly blond hair. As she continues to kiss his tight chest, Rutland's hands quickly move for his belt and unfasten it.
"You're such an animal," he growls lightly in her ear before he nibbles on it. "So feral."
She smiles as she continues to undo his pants. She doesn't push them down, but rather lets them hang open on his hips. Rutland looks at his face as she blindly reaches into his shorts and grasps his large, throbbing cock. He tips his head back and opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. Her strong hands gently and rhythmically yank on him as his hands caressing her breasts and pull her closer so she can nip at his chest.
"Yes," he groans. "Oh, yeah. Work that beast."
"Not too much, sir," she says. "I want that beast to work me."
He gently takes her hands off his hammer, pulls her off the desk and turns her around. "Why didn't you just say so?" He presses his body tight up against her back and starts undoing her pants.
"Please, sir. Hurry," she whimpers desperately. Damon slides her panties and black pants down to her knees, pushes her over his desk and enters her tight, hot depths. He moves slow at first, wanting her to feel his every move inside her.
"Is this what you wanted, Kory? Is it?" he asked breathlessly as he slowly strokes her.
She answers him with an emphatic "Yes, sir." Damon leans forward on her, letting go of her hips and curling his fingers around hers and holds on as he continues to drill her.
"Do you want me to drive you wild?"
"Oooh, yes sir."
"Want me to make you-" he bangs forward once "-scream?"
"Yes..."
"Want me to make you scream out-" he bangs forward once more "-for mercy?"
"Yes..."
He bangs his body harder against hers, the feel of their flesh touching in rhythm becoming more and more pleasure. Damon lets go of her hands and goes back to holding her hips. She turns a little, propping herself up on one hand and reaches around him with the other.
"Yes, Kory," he says, "I want you to come hard."
No sooner have the words left his lips, Rutland's body begins to shake and quiver as her soul shot straight into that wonderful wave of pleasure. Damon could feel her drawing on him and he soon joins her in that same pleasure pool. He continues to thrust into her even as the sensual waves die down, leaving both of them panting. Damon bends over her and laughs as he rests on her heaving back.
"Oh, Kory," he says with joy in his voice. "I don't want to hear you ever say that 'sex is controllable' again. Understand?"
"Yes, Mr. Killian." He kisses her once on the neck and gets off of her. Rutland stands back and pulls her pants up, sitting on his desk as she zips and buckles herself back up. She watches as Damon puts himself back into his shorts and closes his pants. He steps into her and kisses her hard on the mouth.
"And if you say those things again," he says as he puts his arms around her, "I'll make it very difficult for you to control yourself."
"More than you already have, sir?" He buries his tongue in her mouth as they share one last passionate kiss.
"Much more than I already have." Damon starts buttoning up his shirt and retucks it into his pants.
"I'll watch my mouth then."
He smiles and pats her cheek. "Good girl." She hops off his desk and buttons up her shirt as she gets back to work and stands nearby again. "So, lets see now. We got 302 Stalker applications and not one of them is Stalker material."
"Can you get in touch with Research and Development?" she suggests. "Maybe they can find people from other agencies."
"I've tried that," he says. "That's where all these stupid rejects came from." He looks at the wall when an idea hits him. "Wait a minute, didn't I tell you this morning that I-"
"Wanted me to be a Stalker?" she finishes. "Yes, sir. You did."
"Did you ever give me an answer?"
"Not exactly, sir."
"Well? I really think you'd be great out there."
Rutland paces briefly. "Yes sir. I'll be a Stalker."
One stalker down... five more to go. Thus the story of Damon Killian's return to power begins...