Confessions of a Security Guard: The Sexy Trespasser

By Gerard Peters

His night shift is about to get a lot more interesting!When a security guard, working alone on a night shift at an isolated building site, suddenly encounters a trespasser, things don't turn out as he might have expected them to.

The woman is cold and wet, soaked through from the heavy rain and barely clothed. She's also stunningly beautiful and smoking hot. But her story, that she was taking a shortcut home, doesn't add up. The contents of her pockets are odd and suggest she may not be who she claims to be. But, when she makes a proposal of the indecent sort, there's no way he's going to refuse. As a sizzling night of passion unfolds, with an insatiable woman who just can't get enough of him, will he discover her true identity?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gerard Peters
• Release date: Apr 7, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386061816

Gerard Peters

I was born in Portsmouth, England, the eldest of four children. After completing school I held a number of jobs before enlisting in the the Royal Air Force, serving for eight-years. After completing my final years in Germany and the Falkland Islands in the mid 1990’s I returned home to England. I currently live in Southampton with my wife and cat, Lottie.

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Chapter 1

It all started one very cold, wet, and dark night; I was working a shift on a building site. Not one of my favourite places to work, but for someone in my line it’s just another assignment and money to pay the bills. The only problem is – it’s right out in the middle of nowhere, I’ve got no signal for the security cell phone or my own. And no working land line in what is laughingly called an office. The site has been burgled a number of times now for copper piping, building materials, and just about anything else thieves can lay their hands on.The site is poorly lit, covered in gaping holes of varying depths and equipment is strewn everywhere. Talk about easy target! What I do have however is a pathetic excuse for a site torch and a metal topped pick axe handle given to me by the off going day guard.

Like I said – not one of my favourite of places to look after.

And to cap it all it has just started to pour with rain.

Heading back to my office after a patrol, I hear something, at first I tell myself it’s the wind but then I catch a glimpse of movement, the unmistakable shadow of a figure. I place the almost useless torch quietly on the floor and pull out my own pocket security torch. Taking firm hold of the pick axe handle I crept slowly to the side of my office; to the rear of which is a wire fence running parallel to an unlit footpath. I see a figure moving within the compound; my heart is beating fast, adrenaline surges through my body. In a moment I jump out shine the small torch at the figure raising the pick axe handle ready to strike.

‘Don’t fucking move you thieving bastard!’ There is scream, a woman’s scream. Shining the torch down I see the figure of a young woman laying on her back holding up her hands.

‘Don’t urt me — Please! I ain't no thief.’ 

Getting her to stand I frog march her into my office. In the light I see she is about 5