Message-ID: <29503asstr$985439405@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: <F191kz35ZgR1zRL25AE000038b3@hotmail.com> X-OriginalArrivalTime: 24 Mar 2001 01:02:55.0449 (UTC) FILETIME=[28D50C90:01C0B3FE] Subject: {ASSM} New Nessus YUKI3 (Must read PROTECTION first) Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2001 08:10:05 -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/Year2001/29503> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, kelly 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. Note: This work is copyrighted to the author, Nessus and should not be used for commercial gain by any other persons. This includes posting on any commercial site. Otherwise ....enjoy Yuki Book Two of a Political Saga (Note: You MUST read `Protection' first) By Nessus Music: (Yuki's Theme) "Sly" by Massive Attack on the "Protection" CD Chapter Three The cab driver fussed over me all the way from the airport into the city, even personally loading my bags into the trunk. He kept glancing at me in his mirror, chattering away to me in his thick Russian accent and I would nod politely, not really understanding him. The hairdresser had been good as Krill had promised and I my hair was in a more modern and fashionable spiky style that just touched my shoulders. I was wearing an Italian pants suit in a peach colour over a simple low cut white top with gold jewellery. Although more comfortable with my new body shape, I noticed that men's eyes were constantly drawn to my chest when talking to me. The hotel was in the new minimalist style with high ceilings, white walls and metal. The cab driver insisted on carrying my bags into the lobby and my heels clicked on the marble as I followed him. The lobby was crowded with upwardly mobile fashionable people, wishing for paparazzi and the conversation dropped as I walked through the groups. I felt their eyes on me as the cab driver placed my bags in front of the stainless steel reception desk. The cab driver smiled at me when I thanked him for carrying the bags. "You are the most beautiful woman I ever seen," he said in that thick Russian accent, gallantly sweeping his battered cap off and bowing slightly. "I wish you a happy stay in New York." I had paid him on the sidewalk and he strode off through the crowd that was watching me intently with no pretence of doing anything but. The three people, two women and a man, behind the desk looked expectantly at me and I took a step forward but a large black shape quickly stepped in front of me. It was Chorister, dressed in black, complete with her dark glasses, suddenly looming over the reception desk. "This is Yuki Toshiro," she said in that commanding flat voice of hers. "She has reservations." The woman nodded and studied the screen and when she saw the details she turned her smile up by a few thousand watts. "It's a pleasure to have you stay with us, Ms Toshiro," she beamed and I bowed slightly. The woman looked up at Chorister and her smile faltered for an instant but returned. "You are Ms Wolf, Ms Toshiro's bodyguard?" "I prefer Personal Assistant," Chorister corrected and a buzz of conversation swept through the watching people in the lobby. "Of course," the woman said. "We have given you our best suite with two bedrooms and it's on the top floor. The porter will take your bags. Welcome to New York, Ms Toshiro." I smiled and bowed and was surprised when all three behind the reception desk returned the bow. This hotel obviously trained their staff well. The crowd watched as I followed Chorister and the porter to the elevator doors where I suddenly stooped and turned to face them. I bowed slightly from the waist and politely said, "Thank you for being most attentive." Suddenly, everybody in the lobby appeared to be busy doing something and quickly talking about trivial things. Chorister's lips twitched as we rode in silence to our suite. Chorister tipped the porter and I wandered through the enormous suite. It was beautiful with polished timber floors, sparkling steel columns, white walls and soaring ceilings. One side of the suite consisted of floor to ceiling windows that framed the breathtaking view of the New York skyline. "You like it?" she asked, seemingly almost nervous. "This is very beautiful. Thank you for arranging this." She smiled. "Please tell me what you told the hotel staff about me so I know what part I am to play?" Chorister cleared her throat. "That you are a famous Japanese film star and travelling incognito. They bought it especially when they saw you. You've changed a little, even more beautiful. It went well?" she asked nervously and I smiled at her. "Thank you, it went very well, although it did take a long time, I am now complete." "I've been thinking about everything I did, about you everyday for the last ten months and I wanted to tell you how sorry I was for the things I did, things I made you do," her smile faltered. "Don't," I said gently, turning to look at the view. "There is no reason for you to apologise to me." "You must hate me," her voice cracked. "No," I said still looking at the view. "There are times when I think I should thank you. I come to realise my life, as a man was narrow, confined and shallow. I have all ready experienced emotions and values I did not know existed. I am sure there are other emotions I have not yet experienced," I said shyly, lowering my eyes. We stood in an awkward silence for a few moments until I turned and smiled brightly. "So, I will enjoy luxury of that wonderful bathroom and then you can take me to dinner in this wonderful city of yours." Chorister smiled and did a mock bow. "My pleasure. I have arranged it all ready." "Thank you," I said returning the bow. "Could I please ask you one small favour, Chorister?' "Anything." "Please do not wear those awful things that hide your eyes." She smiled broadly, removed the dark glasses and revealed her sparling green eyes. I smiled and walked into the bathroom. End Chapter Three (Nessus29@hotmail.com) Author's Note: Thanks for reading. This is the second book in the series called `A Political Saga'. If you are confused, it's because you haven't read Book One first! Do so, it makes it all clear. All my stories, including `Protection' are archived at www.asstr-mirror.org As always, interested in your comments (nessus29@hotmail.com) _________________________________________________________________________ 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+