index


Message-ID: <48679asstr$1091412604@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: Paradox <paradox116beme@yahoo.com>
User-Agent: Xnews/5.04.25
NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 01 Aug 2004 22:05:48 GMT
Subject: {ASSM} Lotto Dreams Chapter 6  (MF)
Lines: 305
Date: Sun,  1 Aug 2004 22:10:04 -0400
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

Chapter 6


He got to the gym early, determined to make up for the missed day. 
Connie smiled at him as he signed in, then let him ride the stationary 
bike to warm up. As he started his first  rep on the weight machines she 
approached. "Lydia tells me you met the girls. She tells me it was the 
most amazing thing she'd ever seen."

Nick shrugged as pressed down on the plate, stretching his legs and 
forcing the weight up on its pulley. "They're good kids, I don't think I 
did anything amazing."

Connie stopped him and added another twenty pounds, then let him 
continue. "Nick, I've known the girls for six months. I see them at 
least once a week. They will wave at me if they're in a very good mood, 
and ignore me most of the time. If they're in one of their less pleasant 
moods, they'll scream at me until I leave. Believe me when I say what 
happened yesterday is unprecedented."

She made him work harder at everything that day, changing his weights 
and the number of repetitions on every exercise. When it was time for 
him to start his walk, he was exhausted, and she set the treadmill at a 
slow jog instead of his normal fast walk. 

"I'll meet you in the pool when you're done," she told him, then walked 
away. 

Connie had never been to the pool with him. In fact, he seldom saw 
anyone in the pool except...."Oh my god, she's gonna pull a Lydia on 
me!" He thought about playing with the timer, but reconsidered. Connie 
knew exactly when he'd finish with his jog, and probably had a pretty 
good idea of how long it would take him to shower and change clothes.

He was right, she was waiting at the far end of the pool, her arms 
spread along the pool wall and languidly treading water as she floated 
on her back.

"Shut the door Nick, flip the lock, and pull down the shade.

Now, get in the water and swim the length of the pool using your least 
favorite stroke."

He obediently breaststroked to the pool edge. "Lydia thinks I should 
start motivating you like she does. Don't look surprised, you know we 
tell everything to Cyan; well, Lydia and I talk, too. And quite often 
it's about you. We both adore you in your 'gentleman mode'. But 
sometimes we don't want a gentleman. Sometimes, a gentleman isn't 
useful. So, today, I'm doing two things. I'm going to motivate you, and 
break you out of your gentleman mode with me."

She slipped the top of her sea green bikini off, displaying breasts that 
were every bit as nice as he'd suspected. "Want to touch?" He nodded, 
but didn't move, suspecting how the game would be played. "Very good, 
you know the game. Two lengths. Breast stroke, and if your form isn't 
pleasing, no reward till you get it right. Go!"

It actually took him four lengths before he found her nipples were even 
more sensitive than Lydia's. "Umm, you have good hands, Nick. Two 
lengths, sidestroke. Go!"

He did better with the sidestroke, just the required two lengths. He 
also learned that Connie could orgasm having her nipples lightly bitten. 
When she'd caught her breath, she told him, "Two lengths, frog kick. 
Go!"

He was getting tired now. It took him six lengths before his form 
satisfied her. But his reward showed him that the pool water didn't wash 
her musky scent away. "Two more lengths, Nick. Any stroke you like. Go!"

When he reached her again, this time she was leaning against the side of 
the pool, her arms spread again, but her body submerged this time. "Take 
off your trunks and tread water, Nick."

He obediently stripped and began to tread water, and she swam to him. 
She pressed herself against him, then kicked upward a bit and wrapped 
her legs around his waist. He knew immediately she was still nude. 
Holding herself against him, she reached down and stroked him to full 
erection, then took him in her hand as she sank down. When he was 
pressed to her opening, she wiggled around until he was buried within 
her, and gave a sigh of delight. "Ok Nick, swim us to the side of the 
pool, and fuck me senseless!"

It wasn't easy to swim with her legs locked around his ass, and twice he 
almost went under, but at last he could grasp the side of the pool and 
pin her against the ceramic tiles lining it. Then he learned that the 
water robbed him of most momentum, and all he could use were short slow 
thrusts, thrusts that forced his pelvis to rub her clit with each 
movement. He felt the gorgeous brunette orgasm three times before he 
filled her channel with his seed. 

"Oh god Nick, that was wonderful! I'm not going to wait another four 
month for the next time, though." Then she kissed him passionately. "Now 
go home, eat some lunch and get some sleep. You have an appointment at 
3:00 at the address on your towel. And I will see you Wednesday. You are 
going to need tomorrow to rest!" 

He simply shook his head as she pulled herself out of the pool, her 
perfect ass wiggling in its naked glory as she left the poolroom. He 
retrieved his trunks and pulled them before moving to his towel. Sitting 
on it was a card with the name of a martial arts studio. "I guess it's 
time to be less 'clumsy'," he thought.

He went home, ate a high-protein lunch, set his alarm for 2:00 and fell 
asleep. He was surprised at how refreshed he felt when the alarm went 
off, but suspected he was going to be a bit sore in the morning. After 
showering he drove to the martial arts studio on the card.

The receptionist was another of his favorite visions, a beautiful 
Eurasian woman with long black hair and breasts midway between Lydia and 
Connie's. He strongly suspected that this particular vision would kick 
his ass if he offended her, though. "Hello, my name is Nick Essex, I 
have a 3:00 appointment."

The receptionist's voice was sweet honey. "Yes Mr. Essex, Franco is 
expecting you. Down the hall, and to your right, third door."

He went through the door behind her, and followed a long hall with six 
widely spaced doorways, three on each side. He entered the third room 
and a giant of a man approached.

The man was easily seven foot, and his chest was as wide as Nick's leg 
was long. "Mr. Essex? My name's Franco, I'll be your instructor."

"No offense, Franco, but what exactly are you supposed to instruct me 
in?"

"Self defense, Mr. Essex. I'm here to make sure you can defend 
yourself."

"So, we doing Karate? Tai Chi? Judo? And you can call me Nick.

Franco laughed, and it was a sound that made Nick's spine tingle. "No, 
Mr. Essex, I teach defense. You're a rich man, and eventually someone is 
going to notice. When they do, they'll try to rob you, or seize you or 
someone you care about. My job is to make sure you can prevent the first 
two, and teach you what do about the third. 

I'll teach you hand-to-hand combat, then I'll teach you how to use a 
baseball bat, a knife and even handguns. I'll teach you defensive 
driving, and how turn the other guy into blood on the highway. And when 
I'm done, I'll expect to have broken both of your arms and your jaw. And 
you'll know how to use a cast as a lethal weapon. Ready?"

And for the next two hours, Nick got his ass kicked. And managed to hurt 
Franco twice.
"Excellent session, Mr. Essex. You did very well. It isn't often anyone 
gets a hit in on me the first session. I'll see you again on Friday, 
unless you choose to quit. Drive careful, and buckle up."

Nick got home, ran a bath, and soaked his bruised and battered body till 
the water was icy. Then he got up and called a masseuse to batter him 
some more before bed.


Goddess, he hurt. Nick staggered into the bathroom and looked in the 
mirror. He expected a mass of bruises on his torso, but could only 
detect one or two pale ones if he looked very closely. Even the thyroid 
aspiration he'd endured four years ago had left a more visible bruise, 
and he'd been terribly disappointed in that one. But he definitely ached 
all over. He ran another hot bath, and soaked till the water cooled, 
then got out and spent the next forty-five minutes stretching his 
muscles. When he finished, he felt almost human.

He sat at his computer with a cup of coffee by his monitor and began to 
check his e-mail. He was in negotiations for the purchase of a 1995 
Beech/Raytheon King Air 350 turboprop. The main sticking point was the 
owner wanted to re-do the interior to Nick's satisfaction, and charge 
him for it, while Nick preferred to oversee the renovations himself. 
They were still negotiating. But there was some good news, his offer on 
a 1999 Cessna Stationair had been accepted, and he should expect 
delivery at Salt Lake Municipal Airport in two weeks. Within three 
weeks, he'd be learning all it's quirks.

He looked at the clock. 11:30, time to get ready for his lunch with 
Cyan. She'd said she was meeting with her banker. He doubted Cyan met 
her banker dressed casually, although if he'd been meeting with his 
banker, it would have been his standard uniform of jeans and tee shirt. 
He took a few minutes to shave, then, since it was a little cooler and 
overcast today, he put on his gray pinstripe wool-blend. He still 
struggled to tie his tie properly, even after thirty years, but at last 
he was satisfied, and made the drive downtown.

Cyan was just leaving the Walker Building when he pulled up. Putting the 
Jag in park, he jumped out and hurried to hold the passenger door for 
the lady.

"My, you're looking snazzy today, Nick. I might have to revise my 
restaurant list." She was dressed in a calf-length dress of emerald 
green, with her shoulder length red locks loosely curled.

"Thank you, may I say you look as spectacular as always?"

She laughed, "You may, but I don't know that twice counts as always." 
She guided him to one of the nicest restaurants that served lunch in the 
downtown area, filled with deal-makers and yuppie hanger-ons. Then she 
performed Lydia's club trick and strode to the maitre d' and addressed 
him by name. They left a dozen people waiting in the lobby as they were 
shown to a very nice table.

When the waiter had taken their drink orders, raspberry lemonade for 
him, a nice Riesling for her, they looked at the menus. "My treat today 
Nick, since I invited you. Just don't tell the girls, they'd never get 
over the shock."

He chuckled. They had a delightful meal of fresh trout and pasta, and he 
sampled each glass of wine she was served. "You know, for some reason I 
assumed that you didn't drink for religious reasons, considering the 
prevalent religion of the area. But it didn't bother you a bit to take a 
sip from my glass. Care to enlighten me?"

"Cyan, there is only reason I do things anymore. Personal choice. I 
don't drink alcohol as a rule because I don't care for the taste. It 
doesn't mean I won't have a beer at a baseball game, but I only really 
enjoy a sip or two. I find wine distracting when I want to enjoy a meal, 
but I'll more than happily provide it for my companions."

"If you think about it, it's the same with the service you provide. If 
you feel a certain woman is better prepared for a specific occasion, I 
happily accept her company, and try to make sure she has a pleasant 
time. But given my personal choice, I prefer Lydia's company, and to a 
somewhat lesser extent, Connie's. Like I said, personal choice."

When they were finished with the meal, and were just visiting, Nick 
noticed a discreet but constant stream of businessmen that stopped by 
and gave a greeting to Cyan. He was amused that although he was always 
politely acknowledged, he was pretty well ignored otherwise. 

Finally Cyan indicated she was ready to leave. Normally, he'd loop his 
arm through his companion's, but the major difference in their heights 
made this difficult. Cyan ignored the problem, putting his arm around 
her shoulder as she wrapped hers around his waist. "I apologize for the 
interruptions and their discourtesy. But I suspect they looked at you as 
my latest toy. And me with my hand here probably isn't helping." Her 
hand was at that moment tucked into the left pocket of his suit pants, 
and he didn't get the impression she cared to remove it anytime soon.

Nick laughed, and she turned her face up to look at him. "If I were you, 
I'd be offended that they don't think you could have someone much better 
that I."

"Oh no, Nick. I've never been one to favor boys for toys. You are 
definitely handsome and intelligent enough to catch my attention. And in 
this suit, you definitely have a physique that makes a woman look twice. 
I know; I saw at least two of the younger women waiting for lunch check 
you out as we went to our table." 

He was shaking his head in amused disbelief when he noticed the display 
they were walking past. "Do you need to hurry to another appointment, or 
do you have a few minutes?"

"No, I'm in no particular hurry. Why?"

He didn't answer, but lead her through the doorway of the bookstore on 
their right. He stopped and looked at the signs hanging from the ceiling 
offering direction, but didn't immediately see what he was looking for. 
A saleswoman was passing, so he caught her attention.

"Hello, where would I find children's books?"

She pointed him in the proper direction. Cyan, hand still tucked in his 
pocket, chuckled slightly when she glanced back and caught the 
appraising look on the sales associate's pretty face. "So, what are we 
looking for, Nick?"

"Winnie the Pooh, preferably the Disney version, with lots of 
illustrations. Although, good copies of A.A. Milne's books will work as 
a second choice. But I know four year olds prefer their stories with 
bright pictures. Oh look! A copy of "The Adventures of Winnie the Pooh" 
on DVD." He flipped the package and read the list of cartoons out loud: 
" Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day, oh, and Pooh Sticks!" Then he 
spoke in the voice that Cyan remembered from her childhood when he said, 
"Oh Bother."

"My goodness, that brought back memories! I take it you're a Pooh fan?"

"Oh yeah, for as long as I can remember. I actually took a class on 
children's literature in high school. We read some Pooh, and "Alice's 
Adventures in Wonderland". At one time I had the poem Jabberwocky 
memorized." He recited:

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.

"I'd have to think about it a bit to remember more, I fear."

Cyan grinned and applauded him. "I don't care, that was wonderful!"

For the next hour, they explored children's books and memories they 
brought to life. He left with a pair of Disney illustrated Pooh books, a 
brightly colored copy of Alice in Wonderland, and a complete works of 
A.A.Milne's Children's stories.

When he parked beside her car in the parking garage beneath the Walker 
Building, she kissed his cheek as she opened the door. "Thank you Nick, 
sometime I forget how wonderful childhood is." Then she slid out and 
shut the door behind her.


-- 
I may, indeed, be guilty, but no proof can you present

Ego sis, vero, consto redarguo, autem nullus argumentum licet vos offero

-- 
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> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+