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PC: Dyson Does Dunedin (MF cheat)
(Another Ace Adventure)
by DrSpin 
13 April 2000

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My name is Ace Dyson and I was in New Zealand on a tight 
rein. The message from the boss in Sydney was as clear as a 
South Island mountain stream. Stay the fuck out of trouble, 
Ace. Stay the fuck away from those New Zealand sheilas.

I should explain. I'm just a humble fix-it man at the 
beck and call of the boss, usually to sort out problems for 
his aggressive multi-layered company, sometimes to be nice 
to fat prospective clients and show them a good time. But 
my last trip to Land of the Long White Cloud had been a 
career disaster. The boss lost business when I lost my way 
with a flock of females in the sleepy town of Nelson<*>. He 
appreciated the story when I told him but still docked me a 
mountain of cash for lost expenses. 

Another guy had the Dunedin route. But the silly fucker 
broke his collarbone falling out a jet boat on some wild 
and dangerous river outside Christchurch, so I was filling 
in.

Dunedin is an old-fashioned town, straight out of Dr. 
Finlay's Casebook. You expect to see the walls adorned with 
posters calling up young men for the Western Front. Rugged 
rugby country. They don't care if they win or lose, as long 
as they can maim and dismember. And sensational seafood, 
especially ocean fish from deep and cold water. 

I was scheduled for an official dinner that night to press 
the flesh of a few local dignitaries and I ordered the 
lamb. You can't go wrong with New Zealand lamb.
 
Official dinners are bad anywhere. Food en masse, this 
choice or that. And speeches. Welcome speeches. Thank you 
speeches. Serious speeches. Amusing after dinner speeches
from the alleged local government wit. I sat and waited, 
doing my duty by applauding when others did, and only 
really looking to get to bed. 

"I'm really sorry about this," a voice said quietly into my 
right ear. It was the woman seated next to me and she was 
leaning across confidentially. We'd been introduced when 
first I sat down at the table but her name had not stayed. 
She rolled her eyes, but minimally so it would be only for 
me. "He does tend to go on and on."

I smiled politely. "I've heard worse," I said, flicking my 
head in a gesture towards the rostrum. "Who is he, anyway?" 
I wasn't paying attention when he was introduced.

"My father," she said blandly. "The mayor of our fair 
city."

"And a very nice city it is too," I said carefully.

"It's a dump," she said. "Why would I be at a dull function 
like this on a Friday night? Because it's a dump and 
there's nothing better to offer. Why are you here?"

"I have no idea," I confessed. "It's on my schedule of 
things to do, that's all. I'm just standing in for somebody 
else."

A cross-looking man with heavy jowls glared at us 
disapprovingly across the table. We were talking softly but 
we were still talking while the mayor droned on. She 
hatched an idea. I saw it happen in her eyes. "Let's get 
out of here," she said, smiling impishly.

"How?"

"I'll pretend ill," she said. "You can help me solicitously 
from the room."

I am and have always been a sucker for a call for help. 
 From a lady, that is. It must be my mother's fault. It gets 
me into trouble but I still cannot help it.

"Sure," I said. "Whenever you're ready."

Immediately she put a hand on my arm as if to steady 
herself. She snatched up a napkin and pressed it to her 
mouth. Faces around the table turned to look. She looked 
for all the world like she was about to throw up on the 
floor. Smoothly I rose from the chair and took her arm, 
smiling apologetically at the circle of faces. I whisked 
her away, between tables and out the double doors.

She danced a short and furious little jig when we reached 
the bottom of the stairs. "Fantastic," she said. "Freedom 
at last."

I hadn't taken much notice of her previously. Now I did, 
because she'd become interesting. Standard female, she 
seemed. Late twenties, at a guess. Not too good, not too 
bad. Not big, not small. Curly dark hair a bit out of 
control. But nice blue eyes, dancing with sparkle and 
mischief. She was very pleased with her act of rebellion.

"Thanks," she said. "You were great. I'm Sharon."

"Sharon," I said. "The mayor's naughty daughter. I'm Ace 
Dyson and I'm just passing through."

She looked at me frankly and speculatively. "Where are you 
staying, Ace?"

"Right here, Sharon. This very hotel."

She continued to look at me directly, a smile on her face 
and a look in her eye. I don't need an idiot board to tell 
me when I'm being cued.

"Would you like to come up for a drink?" I asked.

And that's how easy it is to take a tumble. You try to be 
good. Your intentions are honourable. You want to do the 
right thing. Then some sheila comes along and smiles at you 
fetchingly and before you know it you're sliding down that 
slippery slope and it's too late to do anything about it.

She was bright, happy, pleased with herself, eager for 
adventure. Until the door of my room closed. She turned 
back and looked at it, a frown on her brow. "Oops," she 
said, as if to herself. "I don't think I should be here."

I sat down on the bed. It was an old-fashioned hotel. There 
was a bed, a bathroom, and not much else. "That's up to 
you," I said graciously, because that's the way I am. 
"You are hardly under duress. You can leave any time you 
like."

She checked the time on her wristwatch and then crossed her 
arms under her breasts. Her mood appeared to have shifted 
radically. "Any time?" she asked.

"Of course."

She smiled slyly. "Then I'll stay - but only under that 
condition," she said, stretching her arms above her head 
and pushing back her shoulders in a muscle-relaxing prelude 
to further promising events. Sexy Sharon scratched her 
stomach indolently through her dress and her eyes said it 
was my next move.

"If you stay," I said, "your virginity may be under threat. 
Only fair to warn you."

She laughed. "Ace, I'm married with two kids." Then she 
stopped laughing, quite abruptly. "You have condoms? I want 
to see your condoms. My last baby happened because of an 
inferior condom. One accident is more than enough and I'll 
have to check."

Unusual. But there was something appealingly quixotic about 
this woman. I flipped open my briefcase and flicked her a 
sealed pack. Sharon tore it open with her teeth and dangled 
the condom at close range.

"Looks thin," she said, suspiciously twisting it in front 
of the light. "Too transparent." Great White Shark was the 
top brand back home but she looked at me with narrowed eyes 
as though I was involved in a major conspiracy. "I'll have 
to see it on you."

Increasingly unusual. "You mean, like a demo?"

"That's it," she said. "Let's get it on you and then I'll 
see."

This was all getting too hard, which I wasn't. She saw my 
concern. "I'll fix that," she said. "Look, I'll show you 
mine if you show me yours." She whipped up her dress and 
bunched it across her stomach. Naughty Sharon. No pants.

"Naughty Sharon," I said. "No pants."

"I never wear them on the nights Murray goes to his boys-
only rugby parties," she said. "Just to keep him anxious."

"Murray is your husband?" I asked.

"The fat prick himself," she agreed. "Father of my first 
child."

"And your second?"

"Another bloody Aussie," she said, grinning. She wriggled 
her hips with malicious intent, pubic hair crisp and curly. 
"Why do you think I'm so fussy about your bloody condoms? 
Give me a good thick Kiwi condom any day. Come on, Ace. Off 
with your duds."

I lowered my trousers, stepped out of my briefs and stood 
before her with a disinterested expression on my loins. "I 
think I need to be warmed up," I said hopefully.

"Not a problem," she said. "I'll show you a trick my mother 
taught me."

Sharon just kept on getting more interesting. "Now you have 
my complete attention," I said.

She dropped her dress, moved over and clasped my head 
between two hands, looking into my eyes. I was expecting 
the mother of all kisses but she twisted my head, put her 
mouth against my ear and blew into it with a long, slow, 
and warm breath, at the same time stroking my recalcitrant 
organ. She stepped away and looked down. "Does it every 
time," she said with satisfaction.

Right. I was as hard as a South Island glacier. She pushed 
me insistently back on the bed, produced the wafer-thin 
Great White Shark, and rolled it on with practised 
efficiency. "Now look at that," she said, disappointment 
evident. "You can see right through the damned thing. Ace, 
I can't risk it. You're lovely and all that but I dare not 
risk another little Aussie bastard."

She rolled off the condom and dropped it disdainfully on 
the floor, then stood up and brushed her dress down. "You 
said I could leave whenever I wanted," she said sulkily. "I 
choose to leave."

I did say that and I always try hard to be the gentleman my 
mother tried to make me. But it was a great pity after the 
ear-blowing thing.

In short time we were leaving the hotel as I escorted her 
to her car. Behind us, in a noisy rumble down the stairs, 
came a group of men leaving the dinner function. Sharon 
looked over her shoulder and clutched me by the arm. 
"Quick," she hissed. "Over there."

She shoved me into a side alley off the main street and in
three steps or so swung herself against the wall. "Changed 
my mind," she said, grappling urgently with my trousers and 
hiking up her dress. I was still pretty keen, but just to 
make sure of it she blew that sexy blow into my ear. Wow. I 
was like a trembling stallion.

I plunged into her so easily it was like we'd been fuck 
partners for six years. "Shit," I said but without 
stopping. "What about the condom?"

"No time for condoms," she gasped. "Fuck me good, Ace. And 
if you can, make sure it's a girl."

It was fast, nasty and breathless. Knee-tremblers are 
always breathless - a few fast knee-bends for the do-er and 
a few hard bumps on the shoulder blades for the do-ee. It 
makes for a fair bit of mutual grunting but it is so hot 
and hard it can turn you blind.

Just after I'd given her everything I had, a bunch of men 
in suits passed by the alley, stopped talking, stopped 
altogether, and looked at us. Shit. It was not near dark 
enough and we were too close to be anything but totally 
obvious.

"Hi dad," said Sharon cheerfully.

The men walked on and disappeared around the corner.

I withdrew from her and dressed. Again she smoothed down 
her dress and I walked her to her car, only a few paces 
away.

"What was all that?" I asked with some trepidation, because 
there was definitely something behind it all.

"My father, the mayor," she said. "He'll tell Murray in the 
morning. He can't help himself."

"You want him to tell?"

"Murray keeps going to those stag nights," she said, 
chuckling.

"Sharon, you are a bad woman," I said.

"Ace, you are too easy," she replied. "And if I were you 
I'd get out of town real fast."

I always attend to good advice on matters of personal 
safety.

ENDS

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