Message-ID: <29401asstr$984744603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <nessus29@hotmail.com> From: "Louis Nessus" <nessus29@hotmail.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed X-Original-Message-ID: <F294wLCVYl4maEqxGGm00000fa1@hotmail.com> X-OriginalArrivalTime: 16 Mar 2001 04:50:33.0721 (UTC) FILETIME=[A27DF690:01C0ADD4] Subject: {ASSM} NEW NESSUS:Protection15/18 Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2001 07:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/29401> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, english This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy scenes of graphic sexual activity. Please, if you are under the age of 18, or if you may be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read no further - delete the file. Otherwise ....enjoy! Protection Book One of a Political Saga By Nessus Chapter Fifteen I spent the next day idling through the shops and thinking about what I had to do that night. It won't be that hard, I said to myself. Do it and get out of that apartment quickly. At least I knew Chorister would be there at the end. The shop assistant was showing me perfumes when a young man hesitantly approached me. He was tall with unruly hair in a Hugh Grant kind of way but a little more masculine than the late Harvey Garret. "Excuse me," he said, smiling nervously as I turned. "Do you speak English?" "Yes," I said, bowing slightly. "I speak English, thank you." He smiled in nervous relief. "Gosh, great. Anyway," he said blushing as the shop assistant smiled at me in a funny way. "I was watching you from over there. Actually," he admitted, "I was cutting through here and I saw you. Saw you here, I mean," he rambled. "Yes," I said politely. "Excuse me, please?" He stopped and took a deep breath, blushing a deeper shade of red. "It's just that I saw you here and I couldn't believe it. Gosh, you're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen!" He paused and realised what he said. "Terribly sorry, I shouldn't have said anything," he stuttered. "You must think I'm an awful fool." "You have a card?" I asked, smiling slightly. "Card? Of course, the card thing," he said as he fumbled in his suit pocket for a card. "Got to have a card. Here," he said triumphantly as he passed me his business card. "Roland Young," I read and he appeared startled. "Stockbroker?" "Gosh, you read English. You probably speak thousands of languages and I've treated you like a total fool. I'm so sorry," he rambled on. I smiled and bowed slightly. "Yuki Toshiro," I said softly. He froze and looked down at me. "Yuki?" "Yuki Toshiro," I repeated. "I apologise as I do not have a card." "Not at all. Not a problem. It's a pleasure to meet you. I say, have you seen the Palace? Do you have time to see some of the sights? Have you been here before?" "I have been fortunate enough to visit here before," I said slowly. "Unfortunately, I leave tomorrow," I said and his face fell. "You have been very kind to speak to an unimportant tourist in your fair city. Thank you, you have been, how you say, very sweet?" "Yes, well, that's the way things are, I suppose. I apologise once again and if you ever return....?" He stopped, embarrassed. "I have your business card," I said softly. "When I return perhaps you could show me the Palace? It will not be for several months, I'm afraid." "I don't care," he blurted out. "Whenever. Please call," he said as he started to move away. "Please?" he entreated and I bowed again, watching him merge with the crowd. As I watched him I began to wonder if I was starting to find men attractive and was it a result of the conditioning? The shop assistant was smiling. "My dear, what ever you've got, I want. That has never happened to, although, I can't say I blame him. Now, we were looking at this perfume?" I spent some time dressing that night after a long perfumed bath. Settling on a simple red dress with black pantyhose and shoes, I was fixing my face when Chorister let herself in. I watched her in the mirror and she froze when she saw my face. "You think I'm acceptable?" I asked shyly and she slowly nodded. "Yuki, you are incredible. It's your eyes, I think, so big and expressive." I stood and modelled the dress. "You can not see that I am not complete?" I asked, again in a shy tone and she blushed a little. "No sign at all. You are an incredibly beautiful woman. In pantyhose," she added slyly and I grinned a little. "Yes. You told me he will find it appealing." Chorister nodded. "He will," she said and then grew serious. "Ready?" "Yes," I said looking around and she picked up a black lace wrap. "Looking for this?" "Yes. Thank you." I stopped. "Are you sure this dress is suitable? Should I change to another?" Chorister moved close and stared down at me as she placed the wrap around my shoulders. "You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen," she said. "And I swear you will be safe tonite. I will protect you. Let's get through this and move on." I took a deep breath and then nodded. "Ready?" she asked again. "Yes," I am ready." End Chapter Fifteen (Nessus29@hotmail.com) Author's Note: Thanks for reading. This is my most ambitious work to date and it has a strange plot, unfolding as I work and I'm interested to see if it all fits together at the end. I'm clear about the first book and there are ideas for a second. Time will tell. As always, interested in your comments (nessus29@hotmail.com) and all other Nessus stories are archived at www.asstr-mirror.org By the way, the title is from the Massive Attack song "Protection". It will all fit together at the end if you listen to the song. _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+