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From: "Karen Blayne" <karen_34b@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Paul {Karen Blayne} {MF FF Exh cons}
Date: Thu, 12 Jul 2001 00:10:03 -0400
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Hope I have it all correctly done.  I'm using Karen's computer though.

Sara
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Don't you think my new word-processor is cool?  I think it is its
so cool it even guesses the words before I type them in.  Anyway
I just had to try it out just to show you how good it is and to
show off my new lap top.

Still I'm getting ahead of myself we haven't even been introduced
yet have we?  I'm Sara, Karen's sister and I live with three
other guys, Sally, Megan and Asami in this like really cool house
that used to be my Great Aunt Julie's house before she died.  You
must remember Karen, she got the cat-sitting job.  Anyway Dad
fixed it up so that I get to live in Great Aunt Julie's place
whilst the estate is settled and I don't have to move out until I
finish college.  In fact its the only reason I got to college in
the first place without the house I couldn't have afforded to
live and the local colleges just didn't do the sort of courses a
girl needs to get on in life.  You really must write to your
congressman, MP, Senator or someone and demand more local courses
in advanced calculus and statistics.  I still can't afford to
live so that's where the others help out, Sally's mum pays the
hydro and water, and she's always on at us to share a bath or a
shower with a friend, I mean to say should parents even know
about these things?   Needless to say Megan and Sally do it to me
all the time but that's not the point is it?  Megan likes to soap
my back whilst Sally does my front.  I didn't know you had to
have a soapy finger up your bum every day until Megan explained
all about personal hygiene to me.  Then Sally explained that to
be really certain I was thoroughly clean I had to have a soapy
finger up my pussy as well.  I used to be able to shower in like
10 minutes but sharing with Megan and Sally takes like forever. 
At least 20 minutes and then I have to be very carefully dried
with big fluffy towels afterwards.   Megan hasn't much money, but
she stretches our food budget and she sews.  Great Aunt Julie had
cupboards full of material and such, Megan plays with the
patterns and when she makes us something it really fits, you know
you don't have to turn it up or anything.  I have like one free
day a week from classes so I temp those days, usually as a
receptionist, since Megan ran me up some short skirts with
matching thongs I get more jobs and much better pay.  Finally
Asami who wiggles her butt in some sleazy bar or other when the
food cupboard gets really bare.

Anyway it all started when Karen's landlord went shopping at one
of the .dot coms that had gone under.  Apparently he hired 23
programmers and put a bid in for the office furniture of $501
because he fancied one of the chairs and ended up with every
thing because his was the highest bid when the auctioneer said no
cheques or credit cards.  Karen rang me and asked if I still
wanted a laptop so I said fine but was there anything for the
others.  Three days later a huge lorry roles up full of boxes so
we dumped them down the basement.  ( Don't you just love the word
lorry?  Megan came up with it one day in scrabble.  Apparently
she came across it in her modern history course something about
the second world war and the Brits and Yanks using different
words for the same thing, anyway for those Americans who haven't
taken modern history courses it's a sort of truck but more
English.  You know the drivers drink cups of tea when they are
driving. )  I unpacked a laptop but it kept asking me for a
password and I couldn't make sense of all the other bits.

So Monday I went into the office.  It's a book publisher and its
been building its own database to feed the big web sites
databases.  Paul does that.  He talks the strange computer
language you know the PMON and SMON thing.  Anyway some days he
spends all day and night worshipping the stupid thing.  The other
girls in the office told me that he just isn't interested in
anything female, and they had tried.  I saw them try as well. 
OMyGod I blush when I think about it.  Taking their bras off in
the wash room and then leaning forward to ask him if he'd like a
coffee.  Or if he'd like some milk in his coffee wiggling their
chests, adjusting their garter belts and stockings when they
thought he was coming. Stockings! I mean who wears stockings
these days?  Invites to lunch, coffee, slumber parties.  I mean
poor guy, the only male under 50 in an office of unmarried girls
and the questions they asked the guy.  I mean to say no subtlety
at all.

Monday morning Paul has been in all weekend doing his thing when
he sees me he asks me to look through his logic with him.  He's
so cute when he does that, I can usually spot the error pretty
quickly but I usually ask him to explain the bit with the error
to me so I can follow it and he finds it himself a few minutes
later.  Karen taught me to do that, apparently it makes them feel
better if they spot it themselves.  Anyway he curls up on his
sleeping mat under my desk and goes to sleep.  It's a normal sort
of morning, I change out of the jeans I came in into a flared
short skirt and slip into stockings and garter belt about 9:15,
with a ivory thong panty.  Megan had found a tiny scrap of
honiton lace on a roller in Aunt Julie's house, she showed me how
it was made just to finish it off.  OhMyGod the amount of work in
it flipping the bobbins just to finish it off, it takes ages to
make an inch of that stuff.  So anyway I flash my hand made lacy
ivory panties at Mr. Wilkins when he arrives at 9:30, oops
politically incorrect, Dave some how I prefer to call him Mr.
Wilkins.  You know the really nice thing about having dark pubic
hair is the way the pattern shows up with lace panties.  Any way
after flashing Dave I go and do some filing in his office.  You
know I had to rearrange the files so that most get put in the
bottom drawer first then moved to the correct drawer later.  Mr.
Wilkins is so sweet he asks for me specially and pays me thrice
the normal rate.  Then I go back to the reception desk.  I've
been discreetly and subtlety working on Paul for weeks now.  I
fantasize about him asking me out in a month or two, a white
wedding.... That bastard still hasn't proposed yet never mind
asked me out. Paul stirs below so I follow mummy's advice for how
to treat bastards but only nudge rather than kick him in the
balls with my big toe.  He stretches slightly and takes my other
big toe in his mouth.  He's done it before, I melt perhaps three
bridesmaids... and still have to answer the phone.  "Mrs. Wilkins
I'm sorry he's tied up in a meeting at the moment would you like
me to take a message?"  He's actually tied up by Sandra and Beth.
 They haven't a brain between the two of them so have to fuck
Dave stupid to keep their jobs.  Sandra's fun, blonde when she
remembers to get her hair dyed, with the sort of breasts that
appeal to American men's mother fixation.  Beth thinks its really
cool to be a red head, I just have to remain her when her blonde
roots show.  Dave adores being tied up but apparently his wife
doesn't understand him and I think its great cause he needs me to
come in one day a week and sort everything out.

Anyway one of the buyers from one of the big web sites comes in.
Paul is caressing my ankle as well as licking my big toe through
my stockings.  "Mr. Rump to see Mr. Wilkins, I've come to offer
him a better place on our search engine list when it selects
books for our readers."  He barked.  Since they are one of our
largest customers I flip the switch to announce his arrival on
Mr. Wilkins's speakerphone and decide to put him in the boardroom
with a cup of coffee.  I lift Paul's hands from my thigh and
stand up smoothing my skirt down.  I ask Mr. Grump to follow me
into the boardroom and feel his eyes following every swish of my
skirt, so I break into the Asami special wiggle walk.  Asami
taught me one of her routines for walking through the sleazy club
and making sure everyone's eyes were on her butt and not anyone
else's.  Its kinda fun the aim is to swirl your hemline so that
it promises a glimpse of something at any second but not actually
show any thing.  It's actually a lot harder than it looks but
great fun.

I sit him down in a comfortable leather chair and pop a video in
the projector to keep him quiet.  "Mr. Wilkins will be free in a
moment or two, I'll just put on a new line we were thinking of
publishing about the winter Olympics".  It's a special one that
starts with series of views of the Alps and goes on to describe
some of the Olympic winter sports, it starts off innocent enough
but then goes onto show some of the athletics competing in their
own version of bedroom sports after the official games.  I popped
in to the office and dragged Sandra off Mr. Wilkins.  "It's not
fair, Beth got to have an orgasm with his penis inside her why
can't I have one too?" she pouted.  I unbuttoned Sandra's blouse
another button, patted her on her fanny and sent her directly in
her aroused state to ask Mr. Grump just how he wanted his coffee.
 Then I made it just the way that was on his personal contact
information on the computer, that's where I found out about his
fixation with Sandra's chest, and gave it to Sandra to take back
in together with her mug.  Paul brought her special one at one of
his conventions, it has "Blonde Sandra's Mug" on one side and
"Please Speak Slowly" on the other.  She is so sweet, she still
hasn't got it yet but it's a present from Paul so she is very
proud of it and uses it all the time.  Actually she lives with
her mother and Beth swears that one night the two were going out
when her mother cautioned her from the front door "Now don't
forget if you're not in bed by midnight, come home dear."

I button up Mr. Wilkins shirt and tie his tie for him, pick up a
steno pad and walk him to the conference room door.  I check my
watch, should be on an innocent bit now and we walk in.  I turn
the projector off and sit down opposite Mr. Grump who is looking
decidedly warm.

Mr. Rump wants another 10 discount for arranging our books to be
a bit higher on their recommended list.  They already get the
highest discount, 45, that we give any one.  Mr. Wilkins looks
like he is going to give in when I cross my legs and give Mr.
Rump a flash of panty.  "3.5 on the Westerns 3 on the Romance and
Sandra can discuss the details with you over lunch?"  I counter,
Mr. Wilkins looks at me askance.  "7" counters Mr. Rump.  Sandra
wanders in, in response to my text message.  "Mr. Rump is feeling
a trifle peckish, would you mind very much taking him out to
lunch? I'll arrange a car for twenty minutes time?  Now were we?
2 was the figure we agreed on wasn't it?"  Mr. Grump nodded in
agreement and I hustled Mr. Wilkins outside.  "I do the books
remember?  We couldn't afford 10."  "If only we could sell
directly to our public and omit the web books sellers."  Paul put
up his head over the edge of the desk, "No problem Dave, just buy
me a few computers and we'll set up Sara's Book Store with just
our own books at 15 off list price and make a bomb."

I called Asami and she arranged with Trish to impress and a
record of the event?  First the club's limo to come and pick up
Sandra and grump.   Beth and the other girls went down the
elevator with Sandra and Mr. Rump to inspect the limo and see if
it was as long and had as many seats as their graduation night
ones.  The amount of time they spend bragging about their
graduation limos its like so who cares?  I mean mine was 60 feet
long, had seats for 85 people and flexed in the middle.  Paul was
standing next to the office door still talking to Dave about if
only he brought Paul another five Proliants Sara's book store
could open in a week's time.  I still not sure what they are but
apparently they like to hunt in packs, sorry live in racks.

I wondered off since every one was ignoring me.  I picked up my
handbag and was looking inside in case Megan had made me a
sandwich or some such, she does these really cool things with
bread and when she does I just give her my lunch money.  I
suddenly heard what sounded like a road hammer drill, but we were
on the 13 th floor?  The door burst open and three teens dashed
in.  Dave and Paul had guns held against their heads.  "Fuck Off
PIG!!".  I still feel shaken and very sad about what happened
next.  That was Paul they were holding, my Paul and he hadn't
even asked me out yet.  No way was this going to happen.  Dave
asked them to put the guns down and got a "Fuck You!!" for his
trouble.  I quietly eased the Glock from my bag and slid in the
magazine.  Then I was on the range, pace it at 10 shots in 5
seconds, the hostage range, the difficult one, head shots only
partially screened by hostages.  Two shots in the center target,
two in the far, then two in the near.  God the Glock is much
louder without ear defenders.

I held the gun covering the center target and asked Paul and Dave
to step a side and then come behind me.  You don't think of them
as people just targets.

After a few seconds a hesitant "Hello, Police Here" came from
outside.  I called out we were going to open the door slowly and
motioned to Paul to do so.  The gun came in first.  Followed by a
uniformed policeman who looked down at the three bodies on the
floor.  "I'm sorry but I think they're dead."  I lowered the gun
and took the magazine out and emptied the chamber putting the gun
on the table in front of me.  I looked at Paul, "Just hold me"
and broke into tears.

Mean while Sandra was arriving at the Blue lagoon.  Jean-Pierre,
the chef at the club, had started his own five star restaurant up
a couple of times but had gone bankrupt when times were hard.  So
these days he was a bit depressed but did the food at the club
and occasionally indulged himself in his dreams.  Especially when
it was quiet.  At Trish's words the pristine white table cloth
came out, glasses were polished and the silverware placed in
position, certainment Jean-Pierre could prepare lunch for two
people, two people huh, he would prepare the lunch for a dozen! 
Since it was Monday lunch time the club was very quiet, in fact
none of the dancers had turned up so Trish called up Jennifer,
one of the local modern dance students to see if she was
available and could find anyone else at short notice.  Next Trish
made a couple more phone calls, well if Jean-Pierre was cooking
and she was supposed to arrange something to impress they might
was well do two or three more tables whilst they were at it.  Why
not go the whole hog, she quickly changed into a french maid's
outfit complete with cap and white lace ribbons streaming down
the her back.

Ten minutes later Jennifer rolled up with her boyfriend Henri and
Patricia.  Apparently they were supposed to be rehearsing that
afternoon but if Trish didn't mind they could run through one of
their routines and possibly spice it up a little towards the end.
 Trish had little choice but to agree and the three went off to
change into their costumes. 

When Sandra and Mr. Rump arrived Trish showed them to their
table.  "Tits and Ass" she reminded herself, "Tits and Ass".  She
brought out a sealed bottle of Tio Pepe bending forward to show
her cleavage at its best, "A small glass of dry sherry to start
sir?"  She looked at Sandra and brought forth a sealed bottle of
Bristol Cream, this time making sure to push her ass back towards
Mr. Rump, showing her panties below her skirt and petticoats . 
"Perhaps Madame would care for a sweeter sherry?"  Sandra through
hers back in a single gulp.  "Not bad but the glasses are a bit
small aren't they.  Where are the powder rooms?"  Mr. Rump looked
a bit unsure and Sandra disappeared to powder her nose.  Trish
took Mr. Rump's serviette and placed on his lap pulling a chair
up next to his so her leg brushed his.  She smoothed the
serviette out and left her hand on his thigh as she gently
chatted to him to set him at his ease.  "Relax the bill is all
taken care of, set menu I'm afraid but I'm quite certain
Jean-Pierre's Duck a l'Orange will meet with your full approval.
It's been served to quite a few heads of state when he worked in
the embassy in France."  Mr. Grump seemed a bit put out when he
found the meal was a set menu but relaxed under Trish's
flattering and gentle caresses.

Meanwhile Jennifer had met Sandra in the wash room assumed she
was another dancer and taken a look at her ensemble.  "OhMyGod
haven't you got anything to change into?"  "No, should I?".   She
took her by the hand and dragged her off downstairs.  "Come on
we've barely got time to see Jonathan."

They entered a plain green door with a discreet brass plaque. 
"Johnathan's designs" just three doors down from the Bar and
climbed the stairs.  "Jonathan love you just simply have to find
this poor girl something suitable to wear, something special. 
She's simply got to have impact."  Jonathan looked up from his
sketches then minced across the floor.  "I simply have to fly,
anyway its on the Blue Lagoon's tab" and with that she
disappeared down the stairs murmuring "I'm late, I'm late". 
"Well let's see, twirl round for me.  Yes, yes let me think. 
Something special, we definitely want to empathize the front, but
long skirt perhaps with a slit.  I think you could just about
carry a deep red.  Step this way now the Blue Lagoon uses
halogens let me just put the spots on you, that's it hold the
material against your skin, no try the other, back to the first.
Yes..."  "Right now just step out of your clothes.  All of them
let's start at the skin and work out."  He turned his back and
went to a rack at the back.  "You can step behind the screen if
you want to but I've seen it all before.  Now if you were a young
man that would be quite quite different ducks, I'd be right
behind you and the screen of course."  "Now lets have a better
look.  Love the nipples, give them a squeeze for me, harden them
up a little, dear."  Sandra was a bit confused but if it got her
male attention, he was male wasn't he, still attention was
attention as her mother always said, and for attention she was
willing to make her nipples stand out.  Jonathan walked round
inspecting, "A touch of rouge first, a touch of Victoriana? 
Perhaps, yes, no, maybe, oui, I think you are the chosen one for
La Dress!"  He put a spot of makeup on her nipples to darken them
and then disappeared between two racks and came back with a black
corset trimmed with white lace..  "Try this."  The corset pushed
her upfronts up and forward leaving her nipples exposed framed
with a white lace fringe.  He pulled the laces a little tighter
until Sandra could hardly breath.  "Yes, Oh yes sweetie I think
we have the basics done.  Here catch".  He threw over a pair of
black Dior seamed stockings.  "Heavens above don't they teach you
girls how to treat stockings these days?  Much as it goes against
my principles to even touch."  He shuddered at the thought then
unfolded the stockings and carefully rolled each one up a leg and
attached it at the top.  Then he took up a black pair of panties
that bulged just slightly at the front.  The back seemed to be
two thongs and slid them up her legs.  A rather tall pair of
heels followed not too uncomfortable but not the 3 inch heels she
would normally wear to work.

Then he came back with La Dress.  Dark red velvet with a full
length skirt,  Sandra thought it was gorgeous.   She climbed into
it and Jonathon adjusted a bit here and there.  She was quite
surprised to hear the sound of velcro as he drew the waist in
tighter.  She looked at the full length mirror it really did set
off her best asserts perfectly.  A little low cut perhaps but if
you've got them flaunt them. As she turned she saw that the slit
moved apart just giving a tiny suggestion of a glimpse of
stocking top.  "Twirl, and back, One of my better efforts I
think, Oh Jonathan sweetie you really are so good at this
designing but if only I had a man to work on".  Jonathan shook
his head and minced once more across to a door at the back of the
workroom and lead her down a corridor through another door and
she was back once more in the Club.  Coming out just behind Mr.
Rump and who was that sitting far too close to him.  She walked
over and gave Mr. Rump a kiss on the head.

"You didn't miss me did you sweetheart?"  "Do you like my new
dress," she twirled then sank down opposite, smiling, bending
forward to give him the full effect of the new dress.  She
dismissed Trish with "Is my soup ready yet?" Trish recognized
Jonathan's dream and murmured "Ah La Dress" to her herself as she
walked away.

"Welcome to the Blue Lagoon its Monday and today we have
something very special for you.  A team of dancers from the local
dance school who are here to give you their interpretation of the
pearl dance and so now a big hand please for our guests today." 
The DJ played some 1920's music and the three dancers commenced.
Two dressed in flapper outfits twirling their beads that hung
down from their necks in front of them.  Sandra relaxed, her
mother had warned her that the Blue Lagoon was not the sort of
place she should be seen in.  But this was so respectable.  Real
ironed white tablecloth, proper thin crystal ware and a girl
could tell it was real silver cutlery from the hallmarks on the
back.  There were three other tables with tablecloths and dark
suited businessmen sat around them.

Trish wandered back with china soup bowls and a soup tureen.  She
ladled soup in to both bowls and unfortunately turned with the
ladle so that a drop landed on La Dress.  "Oh I'm sorry let me
take care of that for you".  She bent and lifted away part of the
dress that covered Sandra's breasts.  "I'll soon clean it up and
we can put it back". She breezed away leaving Sandra with her
hands over her breasts shielding them from Mr. Rump's very
interested gaze.  "Now now my dear I think you really should eat
your soup up before it gets cold.  Don't worry about showing your
breasts I find they are quite the most attractive I've ever
seen."   Sandra thought for a moment, Oh well what ever.  She
lowered her hands and started on her soup.   She looked down and
saw how the top of her dress was just level with her corset.  No
it must be coincidence.  I mean who would construct a dress of
velvet that was velcroed together. 

The policeman was very nice.  He asked me did I have a permit for
the gun.  I explained I was only carrying it to meet granddad
after work.  It was one sport that he and I could share.  I'd
started shooting a bit better than him on targets so I'd switched
to combat rapid fire so I didn't beat him too often.  Grandma
said he was easier to live with when we did something together
but a bit different.  He looked at the three bodies and I
explained I was frightened as they had their guns jammed against
Dave's and Paul's heads and they might shoot Paul.  The policeman
mentioned that they had just shot his partner of twenty years
with their UZIs and if I hadn't shot them he might had done so
anyway.  Then he thought again and suggested that we switch
barrels since he had the same model and the story would be that
he had come in to check on...  Did Mr. Wilkins have a car?  What
was the registration number?  Right, he'd come up to check up on
the car, parked in the wrong zone, and the kids had burst in once
he was there seized Mr. Wilkins and unfortunately he'd had to
shoot them.  

To simplify matters he thought Paul should just take me home and
we simply were never there.  The alternative would be a media
blitz about a beautiful girl, and there was a danger that some
gang member would seek revenge.  He did say he was thankful that
two were white and only one was black.   Mr. Wilkins nodded his
agreement and then the Policeman called for three ambulances. 
Apparently he wasn't allowed to say they were dead that would be
done by someone else.   I thought he was rather nice, especially
calling me beautiful.  As we left he was shaking his head saying
no one was going to believe he had shot three crazies armed with
UZIs especially as each had been shot in exactly the same place
with two shots each.  "They know my shooting, I'm lucky if I get
5 out of 10 on the target never mind miss a hostage at the same
time."  Dave ran downstairs to move his car to a tow away zone. 
Paul picked up my bag, and put the Glock back in its inner cover.
 Then he took me downstairs as I was weeping all the time.  I
noticed his car was comfortable but I still can't remember much
about the trip home.  

The three dance students ran through their routine.  Behind them
the DJ had put a series of images from the 1920s.   Jennifer and
Patricia managed to lose their dresses and continued to flap in
their 1920's style underwear.  Trish thought hard and then
inspired by the pearl beads the girls had looped round their
necks asked the DJ to announce a bicycle race. Two racing
bicycles with drop handle bars and high seats where brought onto
the stage and placed on rollers facing away from each other, the
small rear wheels touching.  Jennifer and Patricia looked at each
other.  "Now if the contestants would care to mount."  Two butts
where thrust high in the air nearly touching as well.  Jennifer's
boyfriend looked puzzled and stepped off the stage.  Trish
whispered in his ear.  A huge grin appeared.  He put on a false
moustache and took up a top hat and remounted.  "Ladies and
Gentlemen for my next act of disappearance I shall require the
assistance of this charming young maid."  "Now my dear what have
you today to defeat the Great Senior Henri?"  In an aside to the
audience " Yesterday it was pigeon, the day before a rabbit but I
remain undefeated and today you my audience will judge whether my
disappearing act has succeeded."  Trish held out a silver tray
upon which was a long string of pearls.  Henri tried to slip them
under his hat but they trickled out behind his ear.  "Failure!"
came the cry from the floor.  Henri looked affronted, then he
looked around and then with an evil gleam in his eye walked over
and behind the two cyclists and rubbed his hands together.  He
undid the chain of pearls and took one end and held it up to the
audience with his left hand.  He motioned to Trish to come
forward once more, this time there was a pair of scissors on the
tray.  He put down the string of pearls and pivoted the first
bicycle so the seat was towards the audience.  The audience could
see that the seat had a cut away at the rear so the crotch was
fully exposed.  He pulled the loose 1920's style panties away
from the girls' crotch and cut them through with the scissors. 
Next he started to feed the string of pearls one bead at a time
into the exposed pussy.  When he had nearly fed half the string
in he asked for a volunteer from the audience, and looked
directly at Mr. Rump.  Mr. Rump was directed to hold the string
of pearls whilst Henri turned the other cyclist.  He cut away her
panties and touched her crotch with his finger and held it up. 
He shook his head and motioned for the tray once more.  This time
he took up a small thin vibrator, he turned it on and held it
near the microphone so everyone could hear the buzz.  Then he
caressed the unfilled butt with circular motions, finally he
inserted the vibrator.  He counted to fifty slowly then removed
the vibrator and laid it once more on the tray.  He took his
finger and once more inserted it, this time it gleamed as he took
it out.  He took the end of the string of pearls and started to
feed it into the exposed glistening vulva.  When only a short
length was left he pivoted both bicycles until they were back
wheel to back wheel once more.  Trish picked up the remote
control that Jonathan had handed her earlier.  She switched it on
to the slowest speed and watched Sandra's face as the slight
bulge in her panties took on a life of its own. 

He fed a few more pearls into each slit until the string was
tight.  Then motioned to Mr. Rump to just hold the string as it
showed as the girls bums touched.  He turned to the audience who
were by now absolutely silent.  "I think you will accept that
Henri has once again made the item disappear?  Thank you, Thank
you"  As he took a bow.

And now for the cycle race.  He produced a stage gun and held it
up, There was a small pop and a flag popped out of the end with
the word bang written on it.   The DJ switched the feed to the
rear projectors.  This time you could see each girls face in
close up 6 feet high as they slowly moved their legs in the cycle
race.  One of the suited businessmen looked up at the DJ and held
out five fingers.  The DJ nodded and announced over the loud
speakers, "Now just to make it interesting for our two student
contestants we have a corporate sponsor who just offered a
bursaries of $500 to the winner".  Another pair of hands at a
second table were raised this time with ten fingers.  "I'm sorry
we now have two bursaries the second is for $1,000 so now the
first prize will be $1,000 and the second $500.  I would remind
you that we can arrange for full tax deductions for any further
bursary offers."  He paused and looked hopeful.  "There was I
hoping to take a modern music course next year.  Oh well.  By the
way folks those racing bicycles have soft gel seats and at the
angle those girls are racing at their clitoris will soon be
getting all sorts of stimulation."  The girls started to really
race now.  "Oh we have geared the bikes so they will have to each
cycle the equivalent of 5 miles to cross the winning line which
you can see at the edge of the stage.  Each 100 yards they cycle
will draw out another pearl from inside and I've been told by a
previous contestant they will be very sensitive to each
withdrawal.  And just to help you cheer your girl on all those on
the same side as the winning girl get a token for a free beer and
a free lap dance on Friday night."  The room suddenly became a
mass of encouraging shouts.  This contest was for real.

He pulled up in the drive, came round and opened my door for me.
Then he scooped me up and carried me to the door, it felt so nice
to have someone strong to protect me.   Megan had the door open
"Hi Blushing Bride".  Paul tried to explain that it wasn't like
that at all.  "Oops sorry it's just the landlord, drunk again is
she?  Just put her down on the couch." I asked him in.  As he put
me down on the couch his cuff caught and his shirt button came
off.   "Darn another shirt to be thrown away".   Megan put her
head out of the kitchen then stormed across the room.  "What
throw out a perfectly good shirt for the sake of a button.  Take
it off and hand it over this instant."  Megan can be a bit bossy
at times.  I got up whilst Paul took his shirt off and sat down
in his lap and ran my fingers through his hair on his chest.  We
might just have had our heads together when Asami arrived,
"OhMyGod a naked man!  Hey so how come you started tonight's orgy
without me?"  I could murder that girl sometimes.  I threatened
to double her rent.  She stepped round and saw it was I on the
couch.  "Oops sorry landlord, you weren't supposed to find out
about it".  She turned to Paul "and you must be Paul."  Paul
nodded "You're the only boy Sara even mentions by name and you
mustn't take what I say seriously about the orgy, it was only
wishful thinking." I blushed, Paul blushed a bright pink as well
as Asami's words sank in.  Asami sailed off into the kitchen,
"What's cooking tonight something special or is it cat food
again?".  "But I like cat food, gooey braised steak and fries is
like great.  I mean Kitty  likes it too don't you soft paws?  We
think its great cat food."  Kitty is the sort of cat who lives
around Megan whenever she is in the kitchen.

He kept his arm round me and we talked.  He asked if I had been
shooting long, so I told him just long enough to be tried out for
the Olympics squad once.  I told him I only did it to keep
granddad happy because he didn't have a grandson.  He asked if I
hadn't been afraid of missing.  So I told him of course not, and
that I could group ten shots rapid fire so they all hit a dime at
20 yards. I tried to reassure him about my shooting by saying I
could see nearly six inches between him and Dave to hit the guy
behind them and besides neither he or Dave were struggling.  He
went very quiet for a moment or two.  I don't think he liked to
think of me sending two bullets quite so close to him.  Nor that
if he had moved suddenly I might not have missed him.  I think he
trusts me more now but even I wouldn't want to go through it
again. I still don't know about whether guns should be allowed
though.  If the teens hadn't had guns they would still be alive
today. Even now if I hear someone say over my dead body I usually
have a little sob.

Megan called grandma and explained a boy had asked me out for a
first date tonight so could she explain to Granddad I couldn't
see him tonight.  I looked at Megan "Well he hasn't asked you yet
but I'm cooking and he's staying to dinner so that's a date
right?  And it's a first one right?"  Paul turned to me and asked
sweetly if he could spend the evening with me so that's how I got
my first date with Paul.
 
Megan and Asami tactfully disappeared and Paul asked me about the
laptop.  I picked it up from besides the couch and passed it to
him.  He opened it up and typed in a password, it sprang to life.
 Apparently lots of people use the same common passwords and Paul
just happened to know most of them.  Megan put her head round the
door and asked if he could find one for her in the basement.  On
the basement stairs Paul turned to me and kissed me.  It was a
nice comforting kiss, the second one deepened, the third just
went on and on until Paul broke and mentioned the laptop in the
basement.  I showed him the boxes and his eyes lit up like a kid
in a candy store.  Words like "Do you know who many Oracle
licenses you have here?", "Hey a real SAN" then a "Hey a whole
rack of Proliants".  Megan put her head through the door, "How
about a Hey Megan's lap top?"

When dinner was served I dragged him out of the basement.  I
think there must be something about men and computers in
basements.  They disappear and are rarely seen again unless its
feeding time.  Dad's the same.  But I suppose we did have a few
and if you are into that sort of thing...

"Wow real home cooking, hey this is great.  You know great food,
a basement full of computers, my shirt buttons sewn on, when can
I move in?"  "Well you'll have to sweet talk the landlady, but as
long as you drive me to the supermarket and back I'm not
objecting.  I think you've have to share a bed with someone
though we're a bit short.  Now I wonder who has an empty half of
a double bed".   Megan asked innocently.  Paul turned to me.  "On
your knees and I want to hear how beautiful I am not how great
the food is".  He quite surprised me by quoting poetry to tell me
how beautiful I was and would I have him to keep me warm at
night?  How could a girl resist?  Asami insisted I try him out
first before giving him an answer.  Megan nodded her agreement. 
I took him by the hand and led him upstairs.  We kissed and he
undressed me.  He kissed my neck, my cheeks, my breasts, his
hands roamed freely over my body.  I melted and felt sort of
incomplete, the only thing I wanted was a desperate urge to have
him inside me.  I fumbled with his Levis thank god they have zips
these days.  It must have been awful with buttons.  He wriggled
out of them and I kicked my panties off.  I just left my
stockings on.  It felt so right so I  took hold of his penis and
guided it inside me.  There was a little discomfort and a bit of
blood on the sheets afterwards.  But it felt so right to lie
there in his arms.  When we got up he looked down at the sheets
with a look of disbelief on his face.  I nodded shyly.  "It just
sort of never happened, I wasn't saving my self I just didn't
find the right person until now."  "Know something?  I hadn't
either."  I gave him a special big hug.  "So will I do?"  I
kissed him on the nose, "Maybe, I think I'll have to try you out
a couple more times just to be certain you understand and besides
I don't want to be alone tonight, hug me."

"So did he pass?  If not I could always give him a few lessons."
"Or me."  "Or both together if he's really slow."  "Especially if
he's really slow".  There were times when I regret being a
landlady.

On stage two exhausted young ladies were helped off their bikes
and went and sat at the business men's tables to sort out the
details of their prizes.  Henri looked round there were still no
other dancers around.  He stepped off the stage and asked Sandra
very politely and with style if he might have this dance, who
could resist such charm, Sandra certainly couldn't, and led her
up onto the stage.  He nodded to the DJ who put on an old Fred
Astaire routine.   He had two chairs and danced a simple tap
dance routine that Sonia followed even though it had been years
since she had tap danced.  As he whirled her in his arms her
dress lost a section here, and a section there, with a little
help from Henri of course.  The DJ's voice came over the Tannoy
system, and "And now here we have something very special, the
Jonathan's answer to the dance of the seven veils, the dance of
La Dress."  Sonia's thoughts were "Oh well whatever, the
attention is something quite, quite special."  Soon Sonia was
dancing in just her corset and stockings.  Henri moved reversed
his chair so the chair was facing away from the audience.  Using
the back as a support he danced sticking his derri**e8**re out
behind.  Sonia followed, giving the audience a clear view of her
exposed slit through her crotchless panties.  Henri reversed his
chair and danced facing the audience, Sonia followed suit. 
Jennifer wasn't terribly impressed seeing her Henri dancing with
another, especially after she had worked so hard to gain the
$1,000 bursary.  She got up and walked to the back of the stage
behind the two dancers, over to their box of stage props and
pulled out a strap on dildo.  She attached it and wiped it with a
few drops of lubricant.  Then she looked to the audience and
motioned, thumbs up meant in it plunged, thumbs down meant no. 
Sandra was happy to see such an enthusiastic audience all giving
her the thumbs up.  She didn't notice Jennifer approach from
behind, just the feeling of being entered.  She held onto the
chair firmly as Jennifer switched on the vibrating phallus.

I never did see Sandra again, I understand from Asami that she
has signed up with the modern dance school and works part time at
the Blue Lagoon.  Asami says she's a natural and is thinking of
doing some films with Jennifer and Henri.

Paul, well he moved in.  Since publishers have an agreement with
the bookstores not to sell direct Sara's book store is 51 owned
by Paul and I and the rest by Dave's wife.  However we pay the
publishers a fee to pack the books up and dispatch them directly
so Dave's happy.  Oh Mr. Grump, we had another conversation with
me playing the DVD Trish recorded at the Club.  I especially
liked the bit where he held the string of pearls between the two
girls.  Anyway he doesn't chase us for another 5 anymore but has
become quite useful in getting immediate feedback on what is
selling so we can change the production schedules to better suit
sales.   Additionally Paul has the basement set up to offer a Web
Hosting service with its own OC3 connection, it has its own micro
turbine so we are immune to power cuts and in fact the hydro
works out cheaper than we paid before.

By the way the author retains copyright, you may distribute this
story but only as long as no profit is made in doing so.

And finally besides everything else Megan has her own laptopnow.


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