Keith walked along the dark footpath through the park towards the palace. At his side was Prince A. The prince was sloshed, for want of a better word. He had been celebrating the end of another tour of duty with Her Majesty’s Navy with some of his fellow officers down-town. Keith hated the long tours of duty at sea, as His Royal pratness ponced about in his helicopter pretending to be “one of the boys”. He was supposed to be his bodyguard, but he was more often used to intimidate or beat the crap out of “the lower ranks” for the amusement of A and his officer cronies.

At the entrance of the park, the chauffeur had been ordered to stop the Rolls because the prince wanted to walk the rest of the way. Actually Keith had to admit that this wasn’t a bad idea. It was a lovely moonlit night, the chill of coming winter hadn’t yet made its presence felt but it wouldn’t belong. Maybe the walk would help to clear His Royal arsehole’s head. As they walked, Keith pretended to be amused by his crude jokes and remarks. He wasn’t how most people expected Royalty to behave, but then again that seemed to be a growing trend nowadays. Keith hated the upper class bastard and his family. Social parasites, the lot of them, living the life of extreme luxury at the expense of the depressed downtrodden masses who paid for it all through the exorbitantly high taxes.

Keith couldn’t complain - well he could, but it was either this or the dole queue. Fourteen years service in the army and made redundant overnight at the end of the ‘cold war’. At his age, 35, he didn’t stand a chance of getting a mainstream job. As far as companies were concerned nowadays you were only fit for the scrap heap once you reached 35, after all there were plenty of youngsters to pluck off the unemployment line and they could pay them less too. An ex-army mate persuaded him to become a bodyguard. A short spell guarding oil-rich sheikhs when they came to London to ‘do’ Knightsbridge and then he was offered the chance to become a Royal bodyguard. He jumped at the chance, a prestigious post that would look great on his C.V. Six months at sea with the prince had soon tarnished his rose-tinted glasses.

As they neared the palace, Keith noticed two Women Police Constables (WPCs) by the gates. One was tall and slim, the other shorter and dumpy. Apart from that, Keith paid it no more attention until they tried to enter. “You are not allowed in here Sir. Be on your way” said the tall policewoman barring their way. Something about the cockney voice sounded false, it didn’t ring true. Keith became alert and studied the two women as best he could in the poor lighting. “Don’t be so bloody stupid” the prince shouted “I’m a bloody prince, now out of my way”.

“And I’m princess D” the tall WPC replied, and both women burst into sniggers. Keith caught a glimpse of red hair under the cap of the dumpier WPC. Both women wore tall black caps with a black & white chequered band around it and a badge at the front. They had authentic looking black jackets with lapels, metal buttons, a belt with buckle around the waist and shoulder panels with a button & WPC number in metal letters and numbers. Both wore black leather gloves, white shirts buttoned high with wide black and white checked ties. Each carried a black leather shoulder bag. Black knee length skirts and black nylons completed the picture. Keith noticed that the tall one was way over 6’, probably 6’4” without heels - wait that was odd!. She was wearing shiny black leather high heels, not the dull regulation flat soles. The shorter one spoke, catching his attention “Be on your bloody way or we’ll nick yer” she said in an obviously false cockney accent. In the gloom, the penny clicked - the dumpy one was the prince’s wife princess S, and the tall one was her sister in-law princess D!.

Keith relaxed, the girls were playing a prank on the prince. In his drunken stupor he didn’t recognise his own wife and sexy sister-in law in disguise. He began to get really offensive now and tried to barge through. “I’ll have you sacked, you’ll never work in this country again, you ... you lesbian dikes!” he yells. Unexpectedly, the tall princess WPC grasped his hand, twisted his arm out and up to the side making him bend forward. “I’m sorry sir, but I have to arrest you for breach of the peace” she tells him. There was a quick motion as her skirt lifted up and she kicked him full in the face.

For a moment Keith was stunned as he saw blood pouring from the prince’s nose. He watched in amazement as the shorter princess WPC walked in front of her husband, still restrained by his sister in-law, and kicked him hard between the legs. “arghhh” the prince cried aloud as his nuts seared with pain. “This little prank has gone far enough girls” Keith spoke as he moved forward to stop them. The tall princess WPC released the prince and turned to face Keith “Take the night off. That’s an order” she told him in her soft upper class voice. The voice was very sensual like cream pouring over strawberries, it was a turn-on all by itself. Unfortunately it distracted Keith for long enough for the princess to lash out her long shapely nylon-clad right leg deep into the pit of his stomach. The power behind the kick also surprised Keith, lifting him clean off his feet and sending him flying backwards several feet.

The pavement slammed into his back knocking out any remaining breath he had in him following the kick. “I’ve taken up Kickboxing” he hears her say from somewhere up high “I’m rather good if I don’t say so myself”. He had to lay on the cold paving stones awhile to catch his breath and pull himself together. Then he struggled to his hands and feet. He was about to get up when a pair of legs filled his vision. High heeled black shoes causing her feet to arch sensuously, slim ankles tapering into long slender calves sheathed in sheer black nylons. From his position he noticed that her long right calve muscle was quite thick adding to their sexiness. “Go home now before you get hurt” her voice said “you wouldn’t stand a chance against my legs”. He struggled to his feet to be met by the sight of her lifting her left leg high up, hitching her skirt up, to reveal beautiful long shapely legs sheathed in sheer black stockings with garters. Her thighs looked quite thick compared to her height, but before he has another thought, her foot smashes hard into his face. Keith barely felt hitting the pavement again, the kick had totalled dazed him, it had almost kicked his head off.

Keith had done his fair share of unarmed combat training in the army, in fact he was quite good, but he had never expected such a powerful kick from such an elegant woman as this. He knew that if it had been any harder that it would have knocked him out. As it was he had to lie there a long time before he could even think about sitting up. A guardsman came over and helped him to his feet. “Are you okay sir?. What happened?” he asked. “It’s okay. Palace business” Keith replied “Did you see two WPCs er ... assisting the prince back to the palace?”. “Why as a matter of fact I did sir” the guardsman replied “They went that-a-way”. Keith went as fast as he could in the direction indicated. The princesses had used a side entrance. The security officer recognised Keith and waved him through as he rushed into the palace.

Soon he sees the princesses in front of him climbing a long stairway. They are slowed down by the prince. The red-head has her husbands right arm bent behind his back and pushed up high. As Keith follows he can’t help staring at the tall blonde’s calves as she climbs. Long slender calves sheathed in black nylon with a thin black seam running up the middle. Her calves are amazing, her ankles are so slim and taper along slowly before reaching the thick bulging calve muscles. As she climbs, long solid diamonds of muscle bulged and played in her calves in a kind of erotic dance. The back of her skirt tensions and relaxes emphasising the long shapeliness of the legs underneath. The sight is very sensual, very sexy indeed. He has a raging hard-on by the time they reach the top.

“Go on” she tells the smaller princess and turns to face Keith. This is the first time he has actually met the princess in person and he staggered at her beauty, sexy with a sophisticated elegance. Short blonde hair, under her policewoman’s cap, framing her long slender face. Large blue eyes mesmerise him. She has a long slender roman nose, good cheekbones, a sensuous mouth, very kissable, which when she opens shows pearl white teeth. Her figure is long and athletic almost boyish. Her long slender neck meets broad shoulders and a wide back, tapering slowly to her waist and out to her pelvis. He can make a nice pair of medium sized boobs underneath the white blouse. Dramatically long legs the rest of the way to the ground. Her skirt is knee length, showing off her sexy calves sheathed in black nylon and tipped with black leather high heeled shoes. She could easily pass for a supermodel with her looks he thinks to himself.