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Subject: {ASSM} "Alphabet Game: White Knight" {Dancer} (no-sex real humor)
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{ASSM}"Alphabet Game: White Knight"{Dancer} (no-sex real 
humor)

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Admonition: This story contains explicit descriptions of 
people engaging in careless and unprotected sexual 
activity.  PLEASE do not emulate these people since they 
are fictional characters existing in a fantasy world where 
sexually transmitted disease and unwanted pregnancy don't 
happen.  You don't live in such a world, so "let's be 
careful out there."

Oh, and minors shouldn't be reading this stuff - if you 
can't place the quote I just made in the last paragraph, 
you probably aren't old enough to be flipping through ASS*. 
Bugger off and watch 'TV Land' instead, so you can bone up 
for little age-testing quizzes like this! :)


Copyright notice: Dancer, the author of this smutty little 
opus, holds all rights of reproduction.  Private copies for 
personal perusal and archives for NON-commercial 
distribution are permitted by her.


Plea for attention: The only reward ASS* authors can expect 
is the joy of sharing their creation with the rest of 
humanity.  But wait - how does that author KNOW if people 
are reading and enjoying his story?  Yep; if you like a 
story posted to alt.sex.stories.*, the fair thing to do is 
email the author and tell them so.  I promise that it'll 
make YOU feel good to send them kudos, after all, Mark 
Twain said, "The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to 
cheer someone else up."  As always you may contact me (and 
my wife Dancer) through my 'legacy' Deja News email 
account:             <empath69@my-deja.com>  
(Wow, I'm not just an author, now I'm an AGENT, too!  ;)


Editor's Note: Here it is - part Twenty-three of Dancer's 
'Alphabet Game'; twenty-six hot, little vignettes she 
whipped out in something like a week or two - Lord Malinov 
eat your heart out with that semi-annual 'story-a-day' run 
I remember *way* back in the 20th century! ;) (Is he still 
around?)

And relax - these stories are all self-contained - you 
don't HAVE to read them in order, or read any of the ones 
that might squick you...

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The Alphabet Game (23/26) 
White Knight - A Mikel & Nadine story
Copyright Dancer 2001


"Check."

"Damn! How do you do that?" I looked at the chessboard 
carefully and tried to figure a way to protect my king. She 
had me cornered with a three-pronged attack. My king was 
flanked left by a bishop and right by a knight with her 
queen protecting the two pieces at a distance. I racked my 
brain to come up with a solution while she fiddled with 
taken pieces. They tumbled across the table, breaking my 
concentration and I frowned at my wife. "What are doing?"

Nadine plastered an innocent, 'who me?' look across her 
face. "I'm not doing anything," she protested and whistled 
off-key and toneless as only she can do. I glanced at the 
box top and bottom we used to corral the taken tokens. She 
had the knights hooked over the side of the red-checkered 
top by their necks, watching, much like their true-life 
counterparts, at what was happening around them. The rest 
of the pieces (two bishops, both white rooks, my queen and 
a mixture of pawns) were scattered about in the other box.

I gave her The Look, which brooked no fibbing or evading. 
"Tell me."

"Oh, all right," she sighed. "I was making a daisy chain 
out of the bishops and pawns, pretending the bishops were 
each getting a blowjob from the pawns." Nadine demonstrated 
what she meant by setting up a white pawn, covering its top 
with a hollow black bishop and placing another white pawn 
on top of that. She fashioned the second bishop and two 
more pawns similarly.

"What about the queen? Or was she just standing by 
regally?"

Dini shook her beautiful face no. She stuck one pawn up the 
queen, a rook in the pawn, a different pawn up the rook and 
placed the last rook over the queen's crown. "The rest of 
'em were waiting for their turn." It was silly and 
childish. A grown man wouldn't stoop so low as to play this 
kind of game. I grinned and twirled the ends of my mustache 
like a b-movie villain.

I removed my king from the board and said gruffly, "What 
are you doing with my men?"

"Your Majesty! I was only inspecting the troops!" Nadine 
cried in a higher-pitched voice than her usual little girl 
tone. She freed the queen and tapped it over to my king. "I 
thought you'd be busy servicing my ladies-in-waiting."

"I left them to their own devices," I grumbled. "Gudgeons, 
the lot of them! I -AM- King! You think they'd be begging 
for me to mount them but nooo!"

The queen knocked the king over and Nadine made kissing 
noises. "Oh, Your Highness, I've missed you so much!"

I tapped the queen away and harumphed. "Yes, well, you 
weren't missing me five minutes ago. Too busy getting it on 
with my rooks." The queen tried to console the king. "No, 
no, none of that! It's very silly and a bit suspect." I 
hooded my brown eyes at Dini and she brushed against my 
hand.

"Would you like to come upstairs?" she asked, a la Carol 
Cleveland. I sucked a breath through my teeth and felt my 
arousal press painfully along my fly. "Or are you here for 
a holiday?"

I held her dainty hand in mine and stood, then dragged her 
body flush against me. "Silly bunt," I murmured before I 
captured her mouth and kissed her soundly.

End part 23


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Editor's Postscript: Okay, she's just as willing to make 
fun of herself as me. :)  And yes, this is pretty much true 
- she beats the pants off me at chess, which I wouldn't 
mind too much except I TAUGHT HER HOW TO PLAY!!!  <grumble>  
;)

And YES, we do behave like this - her silliness is one of 
the biggest things I miss. <sigh>  The 'silly bunt' and 
other odd comments are references to Monty Python's Flying 
Circus; we're both big fans. :D

Oh, and 'gudgeons?!?'  I'm gonna have to look that one up! 
:)



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