LUCY
                            by Cheetah


     I was never very popular with the girls growing up. I was a
bit near-sighted, so wore glasses from an early age, and that
began the self-fulfilling prophecy of being a 'brainiac.' I grew
up on the border of a large city in a fairly nice neighborhood,
son of a municipal executive mom and an absent dad. They'd
divorced back when I was about two and I really didn't remember
him much. Money was tight at my house.  Maybe it was because I
didn't have a dad, or maybe it was just my own innate
awkwardness, but I felt directionless, and never felt manly
enough around the girls.
    Yeah, I had a date or two throughout high school, but nothing
very intimate or lasting.  There was the one party where we
played spin the bottle and I got to kiss Terry Winchell, but she
wouldn't let me use my tongue, and she acted as if she were doing
me a big favor for going through with it.
     Then, shortly before graduation I met Liu Tse. Everyone
called her Lucy, though, and technically I'd met her long before
graduation. It's just that I'd never really noticed her before
that March.
     Lucy was not much of a joiner, and immediately after school
she seemed to disappear, so few knew her much more than what she
did in the classroom. She also tended to wear grundge clothing,
so all the baggy pants and shirts didn't flatter her.  She tended
to let her hair hang down on the sides of her head so that it
acted like blinders would on a horse.
     Lucy, I learned that year, was born in Thailand. Her father
was an American serviceman who had gotten her mother pregnant
while stationed over there, and just after she was born he was
transferred without further word to them. When her mother died a
couple of years later she went to live with her grandfather. I
guess when she was about ten he decided to come to America and
give Lucy the chance to be brought up in the land of the other
half of her lineage.  The serviceman had seen to it that she was
certified as of American descent, so that helped grease the skids
of her grandad wanting to come into this country with her.
     He set up a Thai restaurant, and it was there that Lucy went
every day after school. She would waitress and do much of the
bookkeeping while her grandfather ran the kitchen with an iron
fist. Around his little Lucy, though, he was a teddy bear.
     I met Lucy in swim class when we both took lifesaving. She
was a year behind me, but underclassmen and Seniors often took
gym classes together, and since our school had a really nice
natatorium I had signed up for many of the swimming classes.
They taught us lifesaving techniques and first aid, but nearly my
entire attention was on Lucy.
     As I said earlier, I'd never been very popular with the
girls, being considered a nerd most of my life, but my senior
year I'd begun to fill out and grow a little. Instead of being
one of the smallest in my class I'd finally grown to just a hair
under six feet tall. All the swimming I did finally had developed
some of my chest muscles (though still no chest hair) so that I
was filling out respectably, and I didn't feel too self-conscious
around the other students.
     We had to wear swim team suits to do all of the exercises,
and our school's colors are green and white. We all had on green
Speedos with white slash stripes all over them, and the first day
of that quarter's classes I noticed the little Amer-Asian with
the awesome figure.  Lucy wasn't very tall, but the non-descript
girl in the baggy clothes was revealed to be a stunner *out* of
her clothes.  Her suit must have been one size too small because
it hugged her like shrink wrap, and showed off her light brown
skin color that, even after a long cold winter, looked like she'd
been tanning for a summer.
     Her breasts were full and round, and the suit did little to
disguise how chilly she must have been, if her pointy nipples
stretching the suit even further were any indication.  Our school
had the latest in competitive suits, and her tiny waist was
highlighted by the high cut of the fabric on her thighs. Below
that were shapely and muscular legs. I suppose that all the hours
of waitressing she did had given them their fine shape.
     What really got my attention, though, was how she stood and
the silhouette it formed. Her perky round bottom looked like it
was made for fondling. Her hips thrust forward just slightly
enough that it made her stand looking absolutely sexy, the way
some girls look wearing high heels. Her natural stance had a
little extra curve to her back that focused just a hint more on
her tight buttocks.
     She had pulled back her long, dark hair for swimming (the
girls didn't have to wear caps because our pool filter was good
enough), and it framed a beautiful face with surprisingly full
red lips. One thing I noticed about her lips were that they were
always slightly parted in the center, which made them look like
they were about to give a kiss.
     When I saw her slightly slanted but sparkling green eyes,
though, I was captivated.  We didn't make eye contact for long
that first day by the pool, but when our eyes did meet she smiled
brightly and the moment was captured in my memory forever.  She
looked a little like Kristi Yamaguchi, but in a slightly more
sexy package. Needless to say I had a hard time wearing just a
thin little Speedo that quarter.  I'd never been so turned on by
a female before in my life.
     When it came time to buddy-up in the class, Chloe tried to
be my partner. She'd begun to show an interest in me, and was
a passingly pretty red-head, but I managed to successfully
pretend that I hadn't heard her and sidled up to Lucy casually
suggesting that we be partners. Soon we were swimming and doing
the activities together every other day.
     I'll never forget the day we had to do the cross-body carry
as a way of rescuing a swimmer in distress. I put my arm across
her chest and tucked her shoulder into my armpit for a tight
carry, but the feeling sent shivers all over me holding her so
close. The feel of the wet nylon under my arm, and the bare skin
of her back against my chest began to make my own suit too tight.
Later I asked to do a couple of laps at the end of class, and she
and the rest went to the locker rooms while I used the time to
let my arousal settle back down before getting out of the water.
     Funny, but when she dressed back in her grundge clothes, she
seemed to disappear back into the crowd at school for everyone
else but me. I now could picture the taut body under the facade,
and her hair now couldn't hide the scintillating jade eyes that
glanced out every now and then.
     We began having lunch together, and it wasn't much later
that I asked her out.  She had to get back to me, I suppose to
ask her grandfather, and when we met the next day for lunch she
said that I had to meet him first. It was old-fashioned, but it
only made me respect her family situation even more. I had wormed
out of her that despite her anonymity in school she was a
straight-A student, so I knew how hard she was working at both
the restaurant and at her studies. The rest of that week I
noticed that she began to wear her hair back, no longer hiding
her scintillating green eyes and cheerful expression. It looked
good on her.
     The next weekend I found the Snow Leopard restaurant. Lucy
came over to wait on me, and I hardly recognized her. She wore a
white blouse and short dark blue skirt with her hair in a pony
tail, and 'perky' is the word that came to mind. I ordered rice
and a pork dish that she recommended, and then she went back
about her chores.
     After I'd finished eating, this wizened old man came
trundling out, and slapped a smeared towel over his shoulder as
he sat down across from me. He asked me a lot of family
questions, but only grunted in anything resembling satisfaction
when he learned that no one in my immediate family had served in
the military. He seemed to grudgingly approve of the changes he'd
seen in his granddaughter since she had begun telling him about
me, alluding to her taking more of an interest in looking like a
female than a "tommy-boy." I could see that Lucy was watching us
intently every chance she could while she worked, and when the
old guy got up he barely glanced her way and gave the slightest
nod of his head.  That was all it took, though, for her to break
into a large smile that was sent my way and nearly floored me.
Just when I thought we were in the clear I saw her face grimace.
One of the busboys sat where her grandfather had just vacated and
fixed me with a glare. 'Boy' was a misnomer, because this was no
youngster. His hair was slicked back above the eyes that bore
into me, and where both sleeves were rolled up I saw he had
rather large, muscular arms.
     Tran, it turned out, was Lucy's 2nd cousin with much more
Chinese in him than she had American. He didn't like the idea of
Liu Tse going out with an American, and I gathered it was more
jealousy than protectiveness that motivated him.  I tried to
defend myself and claimed honorable intentions, but he sneered at
that and flipped a card onto the table. As he walked away, he
told me in his broken English I should get my jollies at the
establishment advertised on the card rather than at his cousin's
expense. I put the card in my wallet before Lucy could see, and
put a bright face onto the conversation I'd just had with her
older relative. He hadn't, after all, threatened me in any way if
I did take her out. I should have known then that he would be
trouble, but I dismissed his inquisition rather quickly.
     So it was that the sexiest girl in my school and I began to
go out. My friends at first couldn't believe that I was dating
'the mousy little foreigner,' but as the days and weeks went by,
Lucy began coming out of her shell.  Now she not only was wearing
her hair back, often in a ponytail, but instead of baggy clothes
she began to wear tight fitting tops and bottoms. She sported
some distressed denims that hugged her like OJ's gloves, and
often wore bare-midriff blouses.  The weather continued to get
warmer, and soon she was wearing shorts and tights.
     It turns out she had an older female cousin who was passing
clothes along to her, but was slightly smaller in frame than
Lucy.  Thus the swimsuit, the jeans, and all the rest were just
barely still her size so that she could wear them, but had the
positive side-effect, as far as I was concerned, of being
enticingly snug.  Needless to say, my friends no longer called
her the mousy little anything. Lucy's smile was a winner, and she
wore it most of the time these days. Anyone caught in its glow
warmed to her immediately. My own "stock" began to soar in the
school, and when Senior Superlatives were voted on, Lucy and I
were voted 'Cutest Couple.' We went out every Thursday and Sunday
night since she had to work at the restaurant on their busy
Friday and Saturdays.  We saw a bunch of movies, went bowling,
walked around the mall, and hadn't done more than kiss and do a
lot of talking in our time together. As we grew closer in our
friendship, though, the urge to increase our physical
relationship grew as well.
     The day came of nominations for the Junior-Senior Prom
Court, and when Lucy's name was included we began to make plans
for Prom weekend. It was never verbalized that that weekend was
when we would make love, but the plans we had in mind certainly
pointed in that direction. She had gotten permission to have the
Saturday night of the dance off, we knew of a party without
chaperones, and she had permission to attend the all-night deal.
Her grandfather still just grunted in my direction, but I often
caught him smiling when he looked at his 'little Lucy.' I did my
best to show him respect, and it was paying off. Her cousin,
though, still sneered whenever he saw me, and I doubted if he
would ever accept an American as worthy of his family.
     Lucy and I continued in the lifesaving course and she had
the bad habit of pinching me in the rear at the worst of times. I
tried not to let on in front of the teacher, but she could look
so innocent walking by that he never suspected her teasings. I
would yelp at awkward moments, so I would just bide my time and
tickle her unmercifully in the water at my earliest opportunity.
Despite the tightness of her suit she always wore the same one,
and it always had the same affect on me -- not to mention my
imagination!  It was all so storybook-like:  the beautiful girl
from another land, her blossoming like a flower in the spring,
the friendship and romance, the idyllic days of planning for a
special weekend. Then, just two weeks before the prom, everything
fell apart.

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     I learned from a friend that Lucy had resigned from the Prom
Court. I finally tracked her down between classes, and what I saw
completely befuddled me. Where Lucy had become outgoing and
sexily self-confident, she now was completely reverted to her old
look.  She had her hair down nearly covering her face, her baggy
jeans that dragged on the floor were back, and above that she
wore an old T-shirt that nearly reached her knees. She wouldn't
look up at me when I asked her why she had withdrawn from the
court and why she was wearing her old clothes.
     She said that things weren't going to work between the two
of us, and that she wasn't going to go to the prom. She
apologized for leading me on, but she felt her studies were being
neglected, as was her job at the restaurant, and I should just
forget about her.
     I was stymied at first, and tried to reason with her, but
she wouldn't look at me, and wouldn't continue the conversation.
She apologized again, said she had to do this, and walked away.
The rest of the week was a half-conscious fog. I'd had the
emotional rug pulled out from under me and didn't know what to
do. My friends thought she'd pulled a shitty one on me, and urged
me to just forget her. I expected to talk with her in the swim
class, but she'd dropped it and no longer was there. Chloe was
there with an offer to buddy-up and I took her up on it, but just
couldn't get the dark-haired, jade-eyed beauty out of my mind.
     I tried everything I could think of to get back together
with Lucy. She wouldn't answer my calls, wouldn't do more than
stare at the floor, apologize and walk away in school, and after
nearly a week I began to give up. On Friday, a week and a day
before the Prom, she told me that she was going away for awhile,
and that when she returned after her 2 week trip that I'd better
stop bothering her.
     I made one last try to by driving to the Snow Leopard to see
her where she worked. When I entered someone must have spotted me
and sent word to the kitchen, because her grandfather came
trundling out with an angry look on his face. He chastised me for
breaking his little girl's heart and said that she had decided to
spend two weeks at a relative's house in another state to try to
get over me. I protested my innocence, claiming that my showing
up was to try to get her to tell me what I had done and to
reconcile, but he wouldn't hear it and practically threw me out
of the place.  The older male cousin met me on the sidewalk and
said I'd better stick to Thai women at the Blue Parrot rather
than come back and hit on Liu Tse. I didn't understand exactly
what he was talking about, but got the idea I'd better not come
back looking for Lucy.
     And sure enough, at the beginning of the next week Lucy was
no longer in school, and I had to face the reality that my little
storybook romance had come to an end.

     The next few days I lived as a pissed-off dude. Actually, it
felt like I'd been pissed on. Something special had been
developing between us, and in the blink of an eye she had decided
to end it. I wracked my brains for what I had done wrong, but
eventually I gave up trying and put the blame on her. Maybe she
allowed her resentment of her father to transfer onto me. Maybe
her coming out of her shell had scared her and she wasn't stable
enough to handle friends, school, and someone special to care for
all at once. However I looked at it I knew the facts that she had
dumped me, and that I felt like crap inside.
     My social life didn't end, though. My new-found status as an
eligible bachelor caught the eye of every available girl in the
school who hadn't been asked to the prom yet. I was constantly
receiving attention from the opposite sex, and while it didn't
make up for the loss I felt, it sure stroked my ego. I played
along with a few of them, but the field really had been pretty
thoroughly picked over, so I fell back on my ace-in-the-hole.
     Chloe hadn't committed herself to going to the prom, being
only a Sophomore, but when Lucy dumped me you'd have thought she
was my undershirt, that's how close she clung to me. I have to
admit that the talkative redhead was easy enough on the eyes --
it was just that she was so hard on the ears. I put up with her
incessant chatter, though, 'cause I didn't feel a whole lot like
talking myself. It was the perfect match:  one who only wanted to
talk and another who didn't want to talk at all. As vindication I
asked her out right away and she went right to work making her
own dress.
     When Prom night came my fears about her handiwork proved to
be unfounded. She'd chosen a pale pink silk ankle-length dress,
and had made sure that it fit just right in all the right places.
The front scooped revealingly low, the slit in the side of the
dress ended just higher than decency allowed, and the back dipped
far enough to show the small of her back. Her red tresses were
pinned up in curls and a matching pale pink bow, and she had on
more make-up than I'd ever seen her wear before. The effect was
quite stunning, and her smile began to warm me when I first
entered. But then she parted her lips and out came the same
almost-whiny voice describing every step and detail of the dress'
making, and all I needed to do was nod and offer the occasional
'uh-huh' for her to happily meander on in her monologue.
     When I pulled up and parked near the Snow Leopard for dinner
her voice hesitated momentarily, but if my choice of restaurants
made her nervous, she made up for it with renewed vigor in her
yapping. We went in and had a hurried meal, for the eyes of
everyone working were fixed on us with a glare. I guess I'd also
gone there to show her family that not only couldn't they
intimidate me, but that I had moved on. Looking back now I see
that taking Chloe there was really only a way of venting my
frustration, and was just the opposite of showing that I was over
Lucy.
     Anyway, after the hurried dinner we got to the banquet room
holding the Prom, and soon were into the swing of things. Chloe
and I danced some of the fast dances, but when a medley of slow
ones came along I found how pleasantly her body hugged mine.
About the third slow dance in, our pelvic areas began to rub
together, so I slipped a hand down in the darkly lit room to cup
her ass. When I did she snuggled even deeper against me and a
hidden thought rose up to dominate my mind. I tried to dismiss
it, but the willing body next to mine seemed to demand it: I was
going to poke this girl tonight!
     My hardness was impossible to ignore, so I acted on it
without thinking. I suggested we go outside for some air, and
when we got out of the dance I steered her over to my car. We
kinda snuggled beside the car and soon I had the door open and
beckoned her into the back seat. She slowly entered. My hormones
were now raging out of control, so I leaned back and drew her to
me. The smell of her hair, the softness of her dress, the hint of
pink flesh beneath the fabric. I could feel her heart pounding
against my chest, but it was nothing compared to the blood
pounding through my loins.
     I let my hand wander from her back to her chest and ever so
carefully I eased the top of her dress down as we french kissed.
I met no resistance to this gesture, and soon I had both of her
breasts exposed. I leaned farther back from the kiss to take in
the sight of her. Her skin was pale and pink, with quarter-sized
aureolae and eraser sized nipples sticking straight out. She was
well-endowed, so I aimed my mouth for her right nipple and when I
first touched it with my tongue she leaned her head back and
gasped. Her breast pushed into my mouth, so I suckled it gently
and then with gusto. I drew much of her soft flesh into my mouth
and with my gums over my lips I nibbled her to what must have
been an orgasm. She shuddered all over and gave a little cry,
holding my head to her chest, her fingers twined into my light
brown hair.  With such encouragement coming from her I used my
other hand to slide her dress up her silky legs. I about fell out
of the car when I discovered that her stockings were not panty
hose, but went to her upper thigh where they were held in place
by a white lace garter belt. Nothing turns me on more than lacy
underthings and I thought I was going to cream my pants. I let my
hand slide up her leg to the apex, and began to rub the outside
of her silk underwear. That brought further little moans, so I
used the back of my middle finger to push in where her crack
would be under the thin fabric. Her undies were getting moist, so
while I held on to her breast with one hand and sucked it like I
was a starving baby, I now used my other hand to start undoing my
pants. I just had to release my throbbing manhood and see if it
was any kind of fit with the musky regions I had just discovered.
At that point any kind of fit would do.
     That's when she changed her mind and pushed me away. She
moved to the other side of the backseat, pulled her dress down,
slid her top back up and told me that it was all going too fast.
Maybe we'd better go back to the dance was her suggestion.
     I didn't know anything else except that my aching dick was
in overdrive, heading for home, and wasn't about to shut all
systems down at the first resistance it encountered, so I leaned
over and suggested strongly that we finish what we had begun and
I tried to kiss her again.  If only I could rekindle some of the
heat she had been emanating I was sure I could get her to part
her legs.  We'd been so close!
     When she insisted that she didn't want to go through with it
I tried once more to insist that we do, and I think I scared her.
To tell the truth, I scared myself, too. The thought of forcing a
girl to have sex had never occurred to me before, and the
headlines of "date rape" flashed before me while she sat cowering
before me. That's when my raging hormones fled back to where
they'd come from, and left me feeling mean and ashamed of my
selfishness.  Chloe wasn't to blame for me wanting to just poke
somebody - she was to be my consolation prize, and I should never
have put her in that situation.
     I apologized and backed out of the car. She retreated out
the other side and asked to go home. We circled the car opposite
each other and got into the front seats, and an icy silence hung
like a wall between us. When I took a quick glance at her on the
quiet drive home I saw her hair looking disheveled, her corsage
smashed on her wrist, and her makeup a bit smeared. Her allure
was gone, but I realized that I was the one who had taken it
away.
     When I dropped her off around 11:00 p.m. she told me two
things:  that she wouldn't breathe a word of what had happened to
her folks, and that I'd better find a way to get over Lucy. 'She
knew all along,' I thought to myself.
     She said that she had always liked me, ever since we were
little kids, and I was the only big friend she had that didn't
pick on her or make her feel like a tag-a-long baby. She'd always
looked up to me, and had been hurt when I'd started going out
with Lucy, but she'd seen how truly happy I'd become and that
made up for any jealousy she'd felt. She had admired Lucy for
making me happy, and then hated her for dumping me, and had
promised to do anything she could to help me get over her. Now
she knew that that was just wishful thinking, and that I was
still very hung up on the green-eyed monster who had stolen my
heart and then stomped on it.  She thought maybe she could handle
catching me on the rebound, but found that she'd gotten herself
in over her head and couldn't let me use her. Then she got out of
the car and walked proudly into her house.
     My esteem for Chloe went up a lot that night, and my self-
esteem took a nose dive. She'd seen right through me and had
still tried to help, and even if she'd been foolishly hoping for
something between us, what she'd gotten from me wasn't what she
deserved. I pulled away hoping that she find the right guy
someday -- someone preferably with patient listening skills.

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     I wasn't ready to call it a night, so I stopped for a bite
at the Quick Mart. When I opened my wallet to buy the donut, I
noticed the card in there that I'd been given by Lucy's
domineering cousin a couple of months before.  "The Blue Parrot
Night Club -- Bar & Entertainment." It was located in Little
Thailand, so maybe it was a club where other Thai women would be.
Maybe I could forget Lucy with someone that looked similar. I
couldn't decide if it was really Lucy I wanted, or if it was just
the Oriental mystique, and I was still pondering that question
as I pulled up outside a rather large warehouse-type building
with a small neon sign hanging off its front.
     The street was deserted of people, but luxury cars were
lined up and down the block. I had to park three blocks away in a
dimly lit side street.
     When I entered I had to squint to see what the place was
like. The smoke and low lighting made it hard to tell what was
going on. The first room was a typical bar, except for the fact
that most of the patrons were Thai. It wasn't a subdued
atmosphere nor was it a party. People were drinking, throwing
darts in a corner, and there was even a small dance floor where a
half dozen people were trying to keep the beat. Many of the women
were Thai, but most were much older than myself, and most were
dressed in casual clothes. My tux stood out like a sore thumb and
I got quite a few stares, but I ignored them and ordered a
whiskey on the rocks from the bartender -- and received it
without question.  When I had two of those in me I turned and
leaned back against the bar on my stool and was now better able
to survey the room. What caught my eye was a doorway at the end
of a hall with a burly guy standing, or on guard duty, in front
of it. I asked the bartender what was in there and he told me it
was the nightclub, that this was just the bar in the front of it
that anyone could use. Back there took a special pass. When I
pulled out the card I'd been given he said yeah, that was the
kind. I thanked him, left a generous tip, and walked with
determination towards the guarded door.
     At sight of me the burly Thai man with the fu-manchu
moustache stiffened to attention. I handed him the card I had,
but he still didn't move aside. I started to ask him what else
was needed, and noticed his hand barely extended, so I crossed it
with a twenty and he smilingly opened the door for me.
     Inside the rather large room with a high ceiling, booths
were arranged in a semi-circle around a protruding stage. There
were three levels that the booths sat on, with about 25 on the
first level, maybe 15 on the second, and only 10 down on the
floor. The stage was even with the second level of seats, and
there was a revue of girls dancing together to loud music.
     I was given a little black mask to cover my face around the
eyes, and was ushered to a nearby booth on the second level by a
petite Thai woman in a long gold silk dress. As she walked ahead
of me I could see that it was cut on both legs up to her waist,
so that I could see her thighs. The way it hung, though, revealed
nothing else.  It was enough, though, to re-stir my loins.
     I was seated in one of the high-backed booths on the second
level that allowed me to view the stage, the level below and the
other side of my level, but still gave the feeling of privacy.
The table was much smaller than the half-circle of cushion, but
that gave me room to stretch and spread out if I needed to. The
hostess swished away seductively, and when she was gone I turned
my attention to the stage show.
     A dozen young women pranced to the beat of the music, and
when the lights hit them just right I noticed that they were
topless. I gawked, caught myself gawking, and then saw that no
one else could see me, so I gawked some more. I'd heard of Las
Vegas shows, and of Paris revues, but never expected to find such
a show in my hometown. The girls on stage wore spangly pants and
feathery headdresses, but seeing two dozens breasts bouncing on
the stage made my head swim. Before I knew it the production
reached its conclusion and all twelve disappeared in the wings
and the curtain fell.
     Then I saw waitresses moving throughout the floor and one
stopped at my table and asked if I was ready to order. She wasn't
topless, but she was the next thing to being bottom-less. She
wore a g-string and a small bikini top and now I really had to
stop myself from staring. Her body looked perfect in the dim
light, but as I looked up into her patiently waiting face I saw
that she was much more pronounced in her Asian features than were
to my taste.  She smiled and revealed a set of white, but crooked
teeth, so I turned my attention to the leather-bound menu on the
small table.  She could tell that I hadn't even looked at it yet,
so she promised in a high voice to be back shortly. I watched her
go and was rewarded with the sight of her pert buttocks as she
retreated.  If I had been floored by the revue going on on the
stage, the menu was even more of a shocker. There wasn't a food
item listed -- it was filled with choices of girls! The choices
were Asian (Chinese, Korean, Japanese, Thai, Vietnamese),
American (Black or White), Hispanic, Combinations, Appetizers,
Stage Girls, and Specials. The rates were all listed in Thai
monetary figures, but a small box at the bottom showed a simple
exchange rate, so I quickly figured that it ranged from $10 for a
Dippin' Girl Appetizer, to $250 for a Full Platter Special. I had
nearly a grand in my pocket for the big weekend, but hadn't
planned to spend it on hookers. I changed my plans.
     My waitress returned before I could get my thoughts back
together, so when she tilted her head, smiled, and asked what I
would have, I could only stutteringly ask what she would
recommend. She asked if it was my first time here, and when I
nodded, she recommended a Dippin' Girl, and that I watch some
more of the floor show, that I'd probably see something I liked
before long. She let me keep the menu and bounded away to fill my
order from "the kitchen."
     I couldn't help but look around a bit as waitresses brought
other peoples' orders. A black woman met a masked white middle-
aged couple across from me and the three of them headed for a
nearby exit. I noticed a couple of girls on all-fours down on the
floor, but they didn't seem to be doing anything more than that,
so I peeked over the back of my booth to the upper row.
     There I saw two Japanese-looking girls taking turns giving a
blow job to the guy in a nearby booth. A little further away a
blonde in a pink mask was being eaten by an Hispanic woman, who
was being fucked from behind by a masked heavy-set bald guy. I
dropped back down into my booth for fear of being caught as a
peeping-tom. My pants felt awfully tight, though, as my
surroundings had given me a pronounced hard-on.
     A naked young Thai girl with a small set of boobs then
approached my booth with a tray.  She never looked at me, but set
the tray on my table, got down on all fours and waited nearby. On
the tray were carrots, celery, miniature cucumbers, bananas, and
some cloth napkins. I felt uncomfortable with a naked woman at my
feet, but I did begin to snack on the veggies. My waitress had
been watching from nearby and when she saw me eating, she hurried
over to whisper in my ear.
     Apparently I was not to eat the food plain, but was to 'dip'
them into my girl, otherwise she would be humiliated and punished
for displeasing me. It hadn't dawned on me that a Dippin' Girl
was to personally provide the dip!  Now I saw that not only my
Appetizer was on all fours facing directly away from me so that
her ass and pussy were pointed right at me, but the other girls
down on the floor were in the same position with respect to the
tables that they served.
     I didn't want to dip, but the thought of her being punished
for my stupidity didn't seem right, so I took a carrot, slipped
it slightly between the pink pussy lips, withdrew it quickly and
nibbled. The musk of the girl's heat was on the food, and it may
as well have been an aphrodisiac. My hard-on got even harder, so
I dipped again.
     My girl began squirming in discontent when I ran out of
carrots, so I moved on to the cucumbers. They weren't full-sized,
but were still large enough to need some help fitting into the
now dripping wet pussy. Behind my mask I felt less inhibited, and
began to make plans for which combinations to try on her next.
Just as I finished the cucumbers and was about to move on to the
bananas the lights dimmed and the curtain rose.  My Dippin' Girl
stood, retrieved her tray and slipped out of sight before I could
even say a word.  I was no longer hungry for food, but other
appetites left me feeling starved.
     The stage was set like a classroom, although somewhat
different than a typical American one. The six students were
female, dressed in a sailor-type of uniform, cut very short. Each
sat at a desk/chair combination. The teacher was a well groomed
young man in a suit and tie, pointing at different points on a
hang-down map in front of a green chalkboard. A pulsing rhythm
was playing in the background and the scene played itself out in
pantomime. As the lesson continued, two of the "girls" in the
back row began to whisper and giggle, which caught the attention
of the teacher.
     He walked unnoticed over to where the two were chatting and
slammed his pointer stick down on one of their desks. The two
jumped in surprise! Then he pointed to the wall where they
quickly scurried and they stood with their faces to the wall. The
other four girls acted as he pointed out what he wanted them to
do. The two in trouble were quickly disrobed. Their skirts were
pulled down around their ankles exposing their tight little
asses. The taller brunette wore a black g-string and the shorter
Thai girl had on a blue silk garter belt but no underwear. Their
sailor tops were left on.
     The teacher had each in turn lean way over, asses to the
audience, and then he gave their cheeks a sharp rap with his
pointing stick. Before he had struck the second girl's buttocks,
the red line stood out distinctly on the first's cheeks.  He
rapped the second's ass with gusto leaving a welt there she would
still feel the next day.  He turned the second girl sideways to
the audience, still bent over, and dropped his pants to the
floor.  He stepped out of them and showed his erect cock to the
audience.  Cheering went up and calls from many to give it to her
good. He strutted around on stage a bit more and then moved in
behind his chosen target.
     He wetted a finger and began to probe her pussy with them,
quickly finding entrance.  One of the other students moved in to
help her stand up in the bent position, and after the teacher had
her minimally lubricated he aimed his erection with one hand and
drew her onto him with his other.  Her lack of wetness didn't
slow him much as he banged into her repeatedly, using both hands
now to on her hips to alternate pulling and pushing.  I couldn't
help but feel the bulge in the my pants rise at this live sex
show, although I did feel a bit badly for the girl getting
screwed so ruthlessly.
     He slammed into her for a good long while before he
withdrew, still fully erect.  He left her and went to the other
student who had misbehaved.  He forced her down onto her knees,
and then pulled her blonde hair so that her face met his crotch.
He kept his fingers twined in her blonde curls and again pointed
his meat with his other hand.  He then forced her lips apart as
the head of his engorged cock parted them and I could hardly
believe my eyes as he thrust himself entirely into her mouth.
Well, by that I mean she must have been swallowing his dick half-
way down her throat, because when I saw him slowly withdraw I did
a little mental figuring to conclude where his length must have
extended to.
     He slowly moved in and out of her face, holding on tightly
to her tresses.  Then his pace increased and I deduced that this
scene had been done countless times before because she was taking
him as fast in her mouth as the smaller student had taken him in
her pussy.  I could see her looking up at him as he thrust down
her throat until finally his body stiffened and the spasms of his
orgasm became unmistakable.  About what I figured was half-way
through his climax he withdrew from her mouth and hand-pumped the
rest of his cream all over her face.  White gobs were dripping
down her cheeks and nose, and she tried to get some more of the
sticky substance in her mouth with little success.
     My own prick was rock hard and nearly ready to burst when my
waitress came up and asked if I saw anything I liked either in my
menu or on the stage.  It was then that I noticed that the other
four students were being escorted to the steps leading down from
the stage to masked men who were given a pointing stick like the
teacher's. Each couple then moved out of sight through a side
hall door. 'More lessons were going to be learned,' I thought.
     I still hadn't read the menu much and all the girls from the
stage had been escorted out, so I declined to place an order and
sat back for whatever was to come next.

                       ******************

     The curtain had been pulled and I was just opening my menu
to look over the choices again when a spotlight picked out a
young girl walking her dog across the stage.  She was Thai with
long black hair flowing over her shoulders and down her back to
her waist, and she looked no older than 14.  I recalled Lucy
telling me that Thai females were considered nubile, that is, of
marriageable age, at 14, so I realized that they considered this
girl a full woman, although I wasn't really sure what her age
was.  She wore short-shorts of a shiny blue material, and a pink
stretchy tube top leaving her miniscule waist and stomach bare.
     She led a large black labrador retriever on a leash, and
they crossed the stage that was bare of everything save for a
wooden chair.  Eventually she sat in the chair center stage, the
spot light dimmed by a pale blue gel filter that softened the
scene we all watched in rapt silence.  She spread her legs and
had the dog stand with his hind paws on the floor and his front
paws on the chair so that he was practically face to face with
her.  He began to lick her face and ears and I found myself
disturbingly excited.  I'd heard of the live-sex shows of
Bangkok and knew that it was a profitable tourist attraction over
in Thailand, but seeing one in person is quite different than
imagining it.  I couldn't avert my eyes as the lab's long pink
tongue with a few black spots on it licked her cheeks, nose, and
ears.
     The young but fetching girl turned her head to the side and
pulled back her hair over her ear and the dog licked and lapped
the proffered ear with noisy abandon.  Whether he'd been trained
to do so as a pup or whether she had put some kind of smell on
her, the dog relentlessly went at what ever skin parts she held
before his muzzle.
     She pushed the dog's nose away, pulled her tube top up and
over her head, and redirected his face toward her undersized
breasts.  Despite their small size the nipples were pointy and
large, and the labrador gave each a dozen long slurps before
alternating back and forth.  I reached down and unzipped my pants
in the dimness of my private booth and withdrew my own pointy
piece of flesh.  I wet my palm and slowly squeezed and rubbed
myself up and down as I watched the canine licking and drooling
all over the girl's small chest.  Even from here I could see the
red meaty excitement between the hind legs.  The girl must have
noticed also because she used one hand to hold her breast in
place for the slobbering tongue and reached down and under the
belly of the black beast between her legs and began massaging the
redness down there.
     Quickly she stood, dropped her little shorts to the floor,
and in total nakedness lay on her back on the floor.  The dog
stepped over her chest with his hind paws by her armpits and his
forepaws past her head.  She raised her head and to my amazement
began to give the dog oral sex.  The thought repulsed and
captivated me simultaneously, and my hand began to move quicker
on my own meat.  She reached up with one arm and held onto the
dog's back and with the other used her hand to pull back the
sheath farther so that the engorged red dogcock could hump her
mouth.  She was good at giving the dog head, and soon I could see
the dog's knot extend free from its sheath, and she sucked him in
up to but no farther than there.  The lab had curved its back and
lowered its haunches to hump her face, but from my vantage point
I could still see her closed eyes and her overworked lips.  It
was probably only a minute or two, but I marvelled at her staying
power.
     The next position she moved into was to come out from under
the dog's legs, kneel in front of the chair, and lean over so
that her tiny titties were pressed to the floor as she held onto
the front legs of the chair.  The lab took the hint and hopped
onto her back so that his meat met her exposed pussy.  The dog's
thrusts quickly established contact, and for nearly ten minutes
he humped her furiously.  I knew that dogs could last, but I'd
had no idea it was so long and so frenzied.  Little by little the
two bodies were inching their way across the stage so hard was
the pounding she took.  I could see that the dog's knot never
entered her, but if it had they may never have been separated.
The dog must have expended himself enough because when she
crawled out from under him he didn't protest.  The engorged cock
between his legs remained, but she was done with that part of him
for now.  She sat spread eagled on the chair, and soon he had his
muzzle buried in her little muff, licking back out all the cum he
been filling her with.  She spasmed over and over again, and with
her hands she held onto the chairs seat next to her hips for dear
life.  Her head tossed back and forth and little groans escaped
from her shiny red lips on a regular basis.  This, too, went on
much longer than I thought was physically possible.
     I found my hand pumping faster and faster, and long before
the girl on stage finished her climax scene I finished mine. I
gushed all over my hand, the table, and out onto the floor past
my booth.  I had leaned back slightly as I arched my back for
better hand action, and I noticed my waitress peeking over the
edge from over by the wall. I couldn't stop what I was in the
middle of, and as I finished pumping my bilges, she appeared
around the corner of the booth with some moist cloths.
     She asked if I liked what I saw and I murmured that I guess
I had. She opened the menu to the section that listed all the
various animals I could have a girl do or be done by, and as she
pointed them out I saw that the girl and her dog had left the
stage to be replaced by an older teen with a horse. I thanked my
waitress and watched in amazement as this bigger breasted Thai
girl lay on a table just under the horse's belly, and after some
hand stimulation proceeded to somehow squeeze the stallion's
enormous hard-on up and between her legs. Maybe she practiced by
being fist-fucked, because the width of the thing's penis was
about the same as my hand. This demonstration didn't bring a rise
from me at all, and the thought of a girl with a pig or a goat or
any of the other menu items really began to turn me off.
     That's when the stage was cleared, darkened, and the part of
the show where I made a selection began.
     After a short interlude where the stage was re-set, the
curtain opened and slowly the lights came up to a dim blue. The
stage had a canopied bed, an old-timey tub, a doorway between the
two, a kitchen, and a dining room. It had the look of an old
Victorian home, and dim human shapes could be seen walking
through the rooms. The lights came up a notch more and the
figures could be made out as female, looking elegantly dressed
with their hair done up wearing many sparkling jewels.
     The light came up a little more and the figures were now
discernible, but still were dimly lit, but what was revealed took
my breath away. The beauties that had taken the stage earlier in
the evening were dross compared to this lucky seven. Each was
stunning in her own way.
     Two were blondes that showed ample cleavage. One had her
hair up while the other's was cut in a page boy. They both wore
long gowns that shimmered, and they strolled through the house
hand in hand. All the other performers had gone maskless, but
this group of seven wore feathery masks of varying hues.
     Three looked to be Thai, but wandered through the mansion on
their own.  One had a beauty mark on her cheek, and she wore a
satin mini-dress of pale lavender. Another wore a yellow long
gown whose back dipped to below the small of her back and
emphasized her cute ass.  The third had on a green cocktail
dress, but was bedecked in a multitude of pearls.
     The sixth was black, wore a flat black dress, spiked black
high heels, and a leather mask. Her smile, though, framed by a
rich red mouth shone through the darkness and lit up her face.
     The seventh seemed Hispanic, and she walked quickly, as if
she needed to be wherever she was going in a hurry. Her long
amber bangs drew attention to the big round eyes outlined by her
yellow mask just below, and the chest on this woman was enough
for any two women, much less one.  It was offset by the tiniest
of waists and a perky butt, so she looked large but not fat.
Each went to a room, with the two blondes meeting in the dining
room, and the black woman and the Hispanic hot tamale meeting by
the tub. Music swelled in the room and simultaneously all seven
began to slowly undress. Each wore silky little underthings, but
my attention was drawn to the Thai girl slipping out of the long
yellow dress next to the canopied bed. I imagined that if Lucy
and I had made it to the prom that that was the kind of dress she
would have worn:  a bit daring and sexy, but not so much so that
she'd have incurred any censure. I watched as the Thai girl
slipped the straps off of her shoulders, and let it fall away
from a black silk bustier.
     My mind filled in Lucy's face onto the dimmed features of
whoever was taking off that yellow gown. I pictured my little
Lucy looking much like the slim Asian who stepped out of the
dress to reveal a yellow g-string, black garter, and dark silky
stockings that ended in petite feet wearing matching yellow high
heels. Her top was still covered with a black silky bustier.  The
girl began to dance to the music, and it looked like she was a
bit self-conscious.  Her movements were none too smooth, and my
attention wandered to the rest of the rooms.
     The blondes had undressed each other, including their bras,
and now they were slow dancing together, firm breasts pressed
against the others, hands wandering up and down each other's
backs. As I watched one slipped her fingers inbetween the other's
cheeks, and the recipient continued to dance, but with her legs
farther apart so that the fingers could make contact with anus
and pussy.
     By now the two other Thai girls were down to a thong and a
teddy, respectively. They danced in their own rooms but my
attention wasn't caught by either of them. Then I noticed the
black and Hispanic in the tub room. The red lips of the dark
beauty were all over the bared breasts of the other, and she had
a hard time covering them with her stimulations -- they were just
so huge. The feathers of her mask swayed back and forth from
around her face as she alternated her attention on each huge
breast. The Hispanic girl was sitting on the side of the tub and
the African was squeezing and sucking in a very auditory fashion.
Then I noticed the men entering the mansion from the "front"
door. One each headed for a room.  Each was bare-chested,
muscular, wore a small black mask, and had on tight black leotard
bottoms. The effect was sinister as they infiltrated the mansion.
One met the two in the bathroom and soon had them alternating
giving him a blowjob.
     The two blondes stood asses to the audience with the man
alternating his dick dipping into their pink wet pussies. One of
the Thai girls was being bound and gagged, while the other in the
thong was begin tickled with a feather all over and under her
body.
     My attention, again, was focused on the Thai girl in the
yellow and black, as her man tied her wrists to the top of the
bedposts at the end of the bed. Next, her ankles were tied, and a
shiny red rubber ball was popped into her mouth with a rubber
band through it that went over her head to hold it in place.  The
guy then pulled the bed away from her revealing that the "bed
posts" were actually long shafts that extended up from the floor
and were not a part of the bed.  She was now in an X, completely
at the mercy of her partner.
     Her ripped off her top, and as he was walking around her
eyeing up a way to tear off her little panties I noticed the
birthmark on the girl's upper chest. It was a little heart-shape
that I knew instantly from swim class. The shapely creature up on
stage that I had been imagining as Lucy was actually her! As my
jaw dropped he tore off her panties from behind leaving her naked
except for the garter, stockings and heels. My growing boner
tried to crawl back up into my body. It was one thing to see
willing participants doing what they got paid to do, having only
to think of them as sex-objects, but this was my girlfriend up
there. Well, she had been my girlfriend, and from what I knew of
Lucy, she would never have willingly gone through with this.
     For a moment I sat frozen, watching the guy inspect her
nakedness that revealed her nearly perfectly shaped body. Then I
waved over my slinky waitress, who smiled to see that I was
finally going to make a purchase. I asked her if what I wanted
was available, and she explained the procedure. I took off my
jacket and left it in the booth with my wallet in the pocket,
gave my waitress a very hefty tip, and found myself being
escorted up onto the stage with a couple of other masked citizens
just as Lucy's man got out the whip. Before I could complete the
transaction he gave her two lashes from behind that I soon saw
produced long red stripes across her body.  Not a sound came from
her, though whether it was the gag or her own fortitude that held
her in check.
     One audience member got to the two blondes and was getting
ready to hump the available one, while another patron met up with
the tub-sisters. I met Lucy's guy who eyed me suspiciously, but I
noticed that it was Thang, Lucy's distant cousin from the
restaurant. I knew I would have trouble with him down the road,
but had no idea it would be under circumstances anything like
this!
     I told him that I had paid to take the girl's place, and to
have her whip me, which brought a big grin to his face. He
obviously didn't recognize me behind my mask. He gave her one
last lashing across the buttocks which caused her taut body to
stiffen and then her head slumped forward. He handed me the whip,
and when he went to unfetter her limbs I walked to the back of
the stage and waited there. When he had her loose she collapsed
in a heap on the floor and then looked around for me.  He spotted
me in the back nearly behind a curtain, and I waved him over with
quick hand gestures.
     He was briefly at a loss for what to do, me beckoning, the
girl at his feet, and the audience waiting, but he decided to
find out what I wanted. As he drew near I waved a couple of
hundred dollars as incentive for him to draw closer.
     When he stepped into the darkness I handed him the $200 and
told him it would be for this:  and I gut-punched him as hard as
I could. He obviously wasn't expecting that and doubled over. I
grabbed the back of his hair and slammed my knee up into his
face, knocking him out.
     I don't think anyone had seen what happened, but I knew I
didn't have much time. I laid him out and quickly yanked his
leotards off. I yanked off my shirt and put it on him, then
doffed my pants and pulled them onto his legs. I quickly put my
black mask onto him, and put his spangly mask over my own eyes.
I pulled on his stretchy spangled leotard bottoms, hoisted him up
with one of his arms around my shoulder and walked him back onto
the stage.
     I bent down and picked up one of the ties he had used on
Lucy, and quickly tied his arms up high and tight so that he no
longer sagged in his unconsciousness. I tied his ankles into the
X-shape, and now we had completely switched places. With his mask
and leotards on I was indistinguishable from the other men on
stage who were leading the audience members through variations of
what had been happening on stage. I removed the red ball from
Lucy's sweet mouth and shoved it into Thang's.
     I helped Lucy recover her wits by helping her to her feet,
and when she heard my voice her eyes went wide with surprise and
fear. I could see that she was confused by looking at me,
thinking I was still Thang, but hearing my voice coming from
below his mask. I hurriedly assured her that it was indeed me,
and that she was going to have to play along with my scheme if we
were going to get out of here safely. I whispered in her ear what
she had to do, and despite her fear and confusion she nodded her
big green eyes in agreement.
     I helped her to her feet, and she cringed in humiliation at
her nudity. I couldn't help but stare at her displayed flesh,
seeing the flat stomach, upturned breasts, triangular black pubic
bush, thin waist and alluring flare of hip. She crossed her arms
quickly over her chest and lowered her eyes in shame, but then
shook off her reverie and did as I had asked.
    As I picked up the whip, Lucy moved across stage to one of
the other men. He was in the process of receiving a blow job, and
motioned for her to join in, but instead she moved to his side
and whispered in his ear. I looked back at Thang, and he slowly
opened his eyes in regaining consciousness and looked up to see
me. I leaned over and quietly told him that it was me, and that I
was about to visit his worst nightmares upon him. His eyes grew
as wide as frisbees as I stepped back and began whipping him. I
put all my pent-up frustration and anger into those lashes.
     I was on my 4th or 5th stroke when Lucy grabbed my arm from
behind. It was enough, she told me, and when I handed her the
whip she said that it was enough that *I* had done, and now it
was her turn.  Her green eyes smoldered red, and the lash cracked
with fury across his chest and back. He tried to cry out, and he
struggled corybanticly, wetting himself in his attempt.
    When Lucy saw that Thang had completely humiliated himself
she walked up to him and stared into his pleading eyes. Without
mercy she spit out the words of what was going to happen next,
and I slipped a hundred to the man she had gone over and talked
to. I repeated to him that this was what the "client" had paid
for, but that I had duties to attend to, and it was up to him.
With a grin he tucked the bills under the string on the back of
his head that held his mask in place and moved in behind Thang,
whom he thought was the client. Lucy and I left the stage when we
saw Thang's pants pulled down and the other male making
preparations behind him. He began to do what the client had paid
for, except he didn't know that I was the client, and he was
doing to Thang exactly what I wanted to happen to him. We slipped
down the stairs behind the stage, and headed for Lucy's room.
    I took off the mask that marked me as a stage performer, so
that anyone we passed would know me for a client. We went down a
dimly lit corridor for a ways and then ascended a set of stairs
at its end.
    The next floor up wasn't much different:  just a long
corridor with doors evenly spaced along it. The one difference
was the woman sitting at a small desk at the opening to the
hallway. Lucy whispered to the hugely overweight Thai female what
arrangements had been made downstairs and then gestured for me to
follow her. I had a hard time deciding which was more fascinating
to look at -the gesturing nubile form of Lucy, or the hideously
grotesque form of the overly made up desk-sitter. I decided to
watch and follow Lucy, but the attendant stopped me and asked if
it was my first time here. I nodded that it was and continued on
past, but not before noticing that she scribbled some notes on
her desk pad.  Lucy led me quickly to a room about half-way down
the hall, and we hurried inside. Once behind a closed door Lucy
grabbed and hugged me for dear life - all her frustration and
shame mixed together into one long-lasting bear hug. When we
finally eased our hold on each other I pulled away and handed her
a robe I'd noticed on a peg nearby. It was very short and barely
reached her crotch, but she pulled it around her giving her a
small sense of decency.  Then I noticed that it was made of see-
through material, but Lucy seemed grateful for my gesture anyway.
    We sat on the bed and talked for a long time. She explained
how her grandfather had opened his restaurant with monies
borrowed from the owner of this club. Most Thai girls ended up
working for him, as a way that families paid back their loans,
along with substantial monthly payments. It was the accepted way
of doing business back in Thailand, except that her grandfather
had never agreed to her being a part of the payment.
    She had dressed as dingy and as drably as possible so that
the owner, Bull, wouldn't notice. Bull was the nickname everyone
called Bu-Lanai, the club's owner. For sixteen years she had gone
without his noticing that she had grown up. Then she had met me,
and as she came out of her shell and had begun dressing more
modernly, Thang had alerted Bull to her maturing, and Bull had
begun insisting that her grandfather give her to him.
    Her grandfather refused to follow the Thai way, insisting
that his payments were enough, and now that they were in America,
he was going to follow his new country's ways. Bull had agreed
publicly. Privately he began sending messages to her through
Thang that her grandfather was in physical danger, and the only
way for his safety to be guaranteed was for her to come to "work"
for him.  She had resisted for a short while, but soon was so
scared for his life after a kitchen fire had begun mysteriously
that she finally gave in and agreed to do whatever he asked, as
long as her grandfather was spared.
    So she had done her best to get me to lose interest, knowing
that she was going to debase and humiliate herself, and turn into
the kind of woman she supposed her mother had been, which no
self-respecting American man would seriously want. She had told
her grandfather that she was broken-hearted over me, and wanted
to go and stay with her aunt. Her aunt had agreed to cover for
her, and a week ago she had come to live in Bull's brothel.
    The first few days were not so bad, she said, as she spent
time in classes learning etiquette, make-up, and dance.  Then the
classes had moved on to how to please both men and women, and her
dread had turned to actual fear. She had been shown videos,
taught by the veterans, and made to practice on sex toys and her
other female classmates.
    Then two nights ago she had begun working as a dippin' girl
and as a stage dancer. She had preferred being a dippin' girl,
because she could turn her back to her customers and pretend that
it was me touching her. Up on stage, however, she was exposed to
whoever was present, and apparently her shape and her looks had
earned her the right to begin working the customers for real,
being told that she had made the final show as the S&M girl. Bull
had figured that a few whippin's from the johns would break her
spirit, and tonight's performance was her first.
    As she talked she slowly sat up straighter and soon was
talking with confidence. The little robe she wore did little to
hide her hard nipples, slim waist, and enticing physique, but I
did my best to ignore her near-nakedness and look her in the
green eyes that had regained a little of their sparkle. Her story
had ended where I had come in, and now it was obviously my turn
to fill in the details.
    I began with how devastated I had been with her rejection,
and told her all the lengths I'd gone to re re-win her affection.
She hung her head again dejectedly, but I lifted her chin and
softly urged her to not feel badly, that I understood her actions
and thought them highly honorable.
    Before I could continue and confess my near infidelities she
hugged me and leaned her head back for a kiss. I made contact and
soon was smothered with her kisses. She shrugged out of her robe
as we lip-locked and then began running her hands up and down my
body. When her fingers found my hardness I pulled back in shame
and tried to get the words out about my betrayal, but she shushed
me and said it was only my presence now that mattered to her.
Everything from our break-up onward was her responsibility, she
explained, and if she was willing to forgive me then that was her
prerogative.
    I submitted to her logic and to the heat I felt boiling up
inside of me as I held her quivering body in my arms. Her last
words before we entwined were that she was going to try to put
her training to good use. Then we kissed hard as I cupped her ass
and pulled her in closer so that our bodies were pressed together
steadfastly.
    Her thumbs hooked the back of my leggings and pulled them
down to expose my backside. We parted just enough for me to allow
her to pull them down to my knees where I could then work them
off with my own feet. Her wet kisses moved to my ear and then she
began tonguing it. I had never been french kissed in the ear
before, and it felt incredibly sensuous. While she did that her
soft hands began lightly touching my engorged penis, and I about
squirted into her hand.
    To my surprise, though, I didn't, and held on as she began
licking her way down my neck and chest. She lingered momentarily
there circling my nipples and then nipping each with her teeth.
It was a little painful, but in a bittersweet way that only
heightened my anticipation. Her tongue traveled lower and kissed
its way down to my navel. I'd never thought of my belly button as
an erogenous zone, but the way she worked it with her mouth it
most definitely was.
    Now she was low enough that I could see what she was doing,
and I thought I must be in a dream, having lived in a nightmare
for the past two weeks. Here was the woman I'd fantasized,
dreamed, daydreamed and longed for over the past months -- naked,
willing, trained, and readily giving herself to me. Or should I
say that she was lovingly taking me? Either way, I was living my
dreams, and I could only lay back and marvel at her beauty.
    Her mouth was now down to my privates, but she didn't go for
my shaft, but for my testicles. She held them in her cupped hands
like they were precious jewels and then began to lick my hairy
scrotum. She lathered my jewels with wet strokes before beginning
at the base of my rock-hard shaft and began easing her way up.
Just as she was about to the top she looked up with her bright
jade eyes into mine, smiled a mysterious smile and then took my
large mushroom into her mouth. She sucked the end with her lips
over her pearly white teeth and I could feel my control
slackening.
    As my senses started to tingle I felt myself sliding deeper
into her mouth and I saw her face approaching my belly as she
took me fully, still cupping my wet balls. She bobbed slowly
about half-way up and then back fully onto me and I felt a sense
of overwhelming pleasure as my cum rose and then pumped rapidly
into her mouth. My static hardness now became dynamic and the
spasms started that brought sweet relief to all I had been
experiencing over the past weeks. She tried swallowing, but her
training hadn't taught her to do that, and white fluid leaked and
oozed out around the corners of her mouth.  I arched my back and
gushed for a full ten seconds before the well began to run dry,
but by then I noticed that she was slowly, but not in any way
painfully, squeezing and releasing my 'nads.  Then came a short
period of time when my meat was ultra-sensitive, and during that
time Lucy just held me in her mouth without any stimulation.  My
hardness slowly subsided, but the pleasurable feeling lasted
longer than any other climax I'd ever had. She truly was a gifted
love-maker, gifting me with her first attempt and succeeding
beyond my wildest imagination.

    It wasn't my imagination, though, that a younger, but shapely
Thai was now standing inside the doorway! I pulled out of Lucy's
mouth and snatched some covers over my middle. Lucy saw what and
who I was reacting to and went over, knelt and bowed her head to
the floor at this younger woman's feet.
    The interloper was Shan Zi, Lucy's tutor and long-time
resident of the house. She wore a black lacy teddy that showed
off the differences between her and Lucy's figures. Where Lucy
was nicely proportioned all over, Shan Zi was fuller at the top
and thinner at the hips and buttocks. Her face was a mixture of
youth and experience that looked frighteningly seductive. Her
stance by the door was confident without being cocky -- almost
business-like.
    She spoke in Thai to Lucy at her feet, who then stood but
kept her head bowed. They conversed briefly, and then Lucy asked
me to tell her teacher how she had done. I closed my eyes,
smiled, and spoke of how wonderful she had been as Lucy
translated. Shan Zi then gestured Lucy back to the bed and
followed her. Lucy explained that her teacher now wanted to
witness first-hand how her progress was coming, and that I was to
be the test subject.
    I protested to Shan Zi that I couldn't with her in the room,
but Lucy interrupted and told me that her tutor didn't speak
English, other than to follow some basic sexual directions from
her clients. With her head bowed, she stated that this was an
expected and required part of any new trainee's program, and the
house had to insure that the training would produce a profitable
whore. I started to argue that I wouldn't be able to have an
erection for a while now that we'd just made love, but she simply
told me I would be ready when the time came, to sit at the
headboard of the bed and watch. With that she turned toward Shan
Zi, seated at the foot of the bed.
    Shan Zi reached a hand out and stroked her fingers through
Lucy's dark hair and murmured something in Thai. Her fingers then
stroked palm up down past the neck and onto Lucy's breasts, where
she used her long pink nails to circle her nipples. Lucy's breath
caught in her throat and she looked up into Shan Zi's probing
eyes. Her teacher leaned over for a kiss, and when Lucy slightly
leaned back and away, the fingers stroking her nipple turned over
and grabbed the breast holding her in place. Lucy knew it was
futile to resist, so closed her eyes as their lips met. It was
apparent that Shan Zi had her tongue deeply exploring Lucy's
mouth. As the kiss went on and on the younger, but more
experienced girl continued to firmly kneed the breast she held
onto with one hand while her other roamed up and down Lucy's
back.  Finally she used that hand to cup my love's creamy cheeks
and pull her into a closer embrace. She released Lucy's breast
now that she had her in a tight hold and pulled down the material
of her teddy to expose her own larger breasts.
    She leaned Lucy backwards until she was on top of her on the
bed, and Lucy's head nearly rested on my legs, arranged Indian-
style under the covers. Shan Zi then ended the kiss to slide
farther up so that her head was in my lap, and her breasts
dangled over Lucy's face. It was obvious what Lucy was to do, but
I was unsure if I was to participate. Lucy parted her lips to
have them filled with delicately scented flesh. This began to get
Shan Zi hot, and she started kissing my crotch area through the
covers. I was still flaccid, but the image of these two women
performing lesbian sex right in my lap certainly had my mind
erect!
    When Shan Zi moved her legs so that she was kneeling on all
fours over Lucy, with her head still in my lap, I could see Lucy
reach her hand up between the spread legs. With a small snap the
fabric of the teddy was undone there, and Lucy began touching the
moist flesh. The musky smell filled my senses and I was amazed to
feel life returning to my dead member. It hadn't been five
minutes since I'd spasmed into Lucy's mouth, but there was no
denying the arousal that was slowly responding to the visual,
olfactory, and physical stimulation.
    Lucy moved her head and took the other breast in her mouth,
and I could just see that both her hands were busy between the
legs of the woman in my lap. I was still under the covers, but
Shan Zi reached and touched my hardening flesh through the
bedspread. Just then Lucy must have done something good to her
for she gasped and grabbed me hard, as if to hang onto my rod as
an orgasm hit her. This lasted a short while, but my prick hurt
from the handling it was getting so soon after being tender.
Lucy spoke to her instructor as the hand pressure relaxed on me,
and my tormentor replied with a one word affirmation. She lifted
a leg so that Lucy could roll out from under, and then she lay
down on the bed where Lucy had been. Lucy then knelt on the end
of the bed and leaned down to face the other's pussy. I could see
that Lucy had a clean plate to work with as the pubic region was
shaved clean.  Shan Zi had the hips of a young girl, and with her
mons pubis having no growth evident, it further added to that
virginal taboo appearance. Only the oversized jugs gave her away
as being into her teens... those and the facial expressions that
came only with having been around the block a few hundred times.
Lucy was not going to endanger our time together with a failing
grade from her mistress, so she wrapped an arm around each of the
spread legs and dove into the bare muff (is that an oxymoron?)
with her tongue a-flyin'. Her ministrations bore fruit quickly,
for the head in my lap began tossing left and right.  Both hands
came up over her head and she once again found my sweet spot.
    As she tossed her head back and forth I watched her firm
boobs bouncing right in front of me. I wasn't tempted in the
least, however. They were ripe, taut, and it would have been the
easiest thing in the world to lean over and begin suckling them,
but I knew that my lack of interest in a willing and certainly
able young Thai girl right in my lap was proof that what I felt
for Liu Tse (Lucy) was the real thing.
    Shan Zi garbled some words out, apparently to Lucy, who
looked up at me and told me with a dripping wet mouth that her
teacher said I was now again ready, and that such a nice
apportionment as I had been given should be bestowed upon them in
some way and not wasted. Coming from such a seasoned veteran was
high praise indeed, she said, and I should act quickly.
    I squirmed out from under her head and walked to the end of
the bed, my pointer leading the way. Lucy was kneeling between
the spread-wide legs, her derrier pointed up towards me where I
stood behind her. I could see that she hadn't been shaved, and
that the place between her legs looked much more mature and more
inviting.  I reached a cupped hand out and lightly touched her
right at her apex and I felt her shudder. I caressed her nice ass
and quickly stepped up so that my knob could find its home. I
aimed myself between two reddened little flaps of skin and pushed
slowly in.  She was very very tight, and I had to withdraw and
push in again over and over, making very little "head" way each
time.
    I still wasn't all the way in when I hit a wall, so I just
started stroking as far in as I could. Shan Zi must have been
getting the result of my thrusting indirectly because her gasps
became moans, that became cries, that escalated into shouts.
Each thrust now brought a shout from the girl on the bed, and
when I held Lucy's hips and gave a really hard shove I heard a
different voice cry out. The wall I'd been battering gave way and
I saw some blood around the entrance I'd been hammering away at.
    I started to pull out for fear that I'd hurt her, but Lucy
reached back and held my hips so that I couldn't withdraw. She
whimpered a little, then began slowly gyrating her hips so that I
edged and inched into her a little farther. I took the hint and
very carefully pushed and pulled until my sword was fully buried
in her scabbard. When I was all the way in she lowered her face
back into the musky flesh before her and really let her have it.
    What had been shouts before now became gurgling, strangling
noises as Lucy unrelentingly forced wave after wave of orgasm
upon her mentor. Having recently cum myself, I now had longer
control than I ever dreamed possible, and stepped up the pace of
my thrusting. Shan Zi gave one long and loud outburst that I
thought would bring security, but either the walls were super-
insulated or the bouncers knew her sound because no one came to
see if some person or animal was being horribly tortured. When
she ran out of breath she seemed to pass out, and Lucy stopped
her mouth action.  She reached back and stopped my thrusting,
pushed me away so that I completely withdrew, and then lay on the
king-sized bed to the side of Shan Zi. A quick glance showed that
she still breathed, and lay spread-eagled in a coma of pleasure.
Lucy's reaching up with both arms beckoning me to her drew my
sight, and I descended onto and into her with all my heart, soul,
and body.
     We made long, slow love there on that bed, and when the
climax came we knew it was simultaneous for us both, and clung to
each other like those drowning. This was what I had dreamed of
ever since meeting the little half-asian in gym class seemingly
eons ago. We were still just both high school teenagers, but we
felt like we had waited a lifetime for this moment of mutual
bliss.  The embrace lasted long after my erection subsided, and
we held each other not wanting to let go and have to think of
anything beyond the moment.
    Eventually, though, Shan Zi stirred and began to recover. She
reached over and stroked my back in her haze of bliss, and
whispered some words I couldn't understand. Lucy translated them
as saying that she had never been a part of such moving physical
coupling, and only wished that I had bestowed my gift upon her
instead of her student. To Lucy, though, she said that she
thought there was little she could teach her further, except for
those requests that involved pain mixed in with the pleasure, but
those lessons she would probably learn on her own.
    She sat up, arranged her teddy back into its original state
of covering her breasts and being snapped between her legs, and
left the room. Lucy smiled up at me, and again my heart melted to
see her not only happy, but happy to be with me, and told me that
she had passed her test. I told her that she had passed my test
the first time I laid eyes on her. She hugged me for that, and
her body next to mine felt like the yin that matched my yang.

                   ***************************

    But what to do next? We were still deep inside enemy
territory, and despite having passed the test, how long would it
be before Lucy was expected to leave me and hook up with another
client?
    And what about Tran? Had he been released, and was he now
searching through the house for us, hell-bent on revenge? The
thought of him being ass-fucked up on stage, though, gave me
pause from my new concerns to smile the smile of justice.
    I hugged my Lucy closely, and asked what to do from here. The
two of us shared ideas, but as Lucy filled me in on the operation
she had become involved with, my resolve to shut them down for
good grew. It turns out that Bull had connections back in
Thailand that allowed him to receive girls illegally into the
country.  Their families sold them as payment on bad debts,
loans, or to pay for drugs. Women were practically a commodity in
their country, and Bull was growing ever richer on this
arrangement of flesh.
    Lucy had come into the "house" very late in life, whereas
there were girls as young as 8 who were turning tricks to
survive.  I wondered aloud why authorities hadn't shut this place
down and Lucy explained that it was common knowledge in the
"house" that the authorities were on the take. Videotapes had
been made of city officials, who looked the other way whenever
charges of wrong-doing were filed. A few raids were made with
forewarning given so that Bull could toss a girl or two to the
wolves, but however many were sacrificed, more were on hand to
step in and keep business "up."
    I told Lucy a kernel of my developing idea, and the two of us
watered and nurtured the plan together until it ripened in our
minds. With little further to lose and further love to gain we
set our plan into motion.

            *****************************************

    Lucy wore revealingly little on her petite frame, and I
dressed back up in Tran's tights and mask. She led the way out of
our room and towards the office. We went hand in hand, her in the
lead, and walked with purpose like we had somewhere important to
go. The fact was, we did, and no one that we passed gave us more
than a passing glance.
    We stopped before the last corner, and I waited while Lucy
went ahead. There was a burly guard before the office door, and
when I turned the corner after waiting the allotted 2 minutes,
she had him down away from the door, his back to it as her hands
moved up and down his body in obvious "awe at his muscle size."
That diversion gave me the time to slip inside the door
undetected.  That's as far as the plan had been laid
specifically. Once inside I was to look for anything that might
implicate Bull or the establishment in their illegal activities.
I searched the desk and a file cabinet all to no avail. Then I
heard a little confrontation outside the door, so I hid in the
coat closet. Soon after I heard 2 men come in, talking mostly in
Thai so that I couldn't understand a word they said. One word
came up twice, though, and on that I thought I could hang my hat:
"Stevenson."
     William "Billy" Stevenson was the Deputy Mayor my mother
worked for. Hearing his name used in that office was a link I was
sure I could use. The two men found whatever it was they had come
for and left. I went back to the file cabinet, and in the bottom
drawer I came across some videocassettes with various names on
them, one of which showed "Stevenson." I took that and made ready
to leave.  I looked around for something I needed, and spied a
heavy lead crystal decanter, filled with a deep amber colored
liquid. I grabbed it by the neck.
    When I peeped out the door I was unhappily surprised to see
the guard back in place next to the door, Lucy nowhere in sight.
So I tucked the tape under my arm, removed the crystal stopper
from the bottle and tossed it down the hallway. When the guard
moved that way to investigate, I slipped from the room quietly
and then noisily acted as if I were just coming down the hall
from the opposite direction.
    The guard spied me and I thanked him for finding the bottle's
lid. Then I asked him where the girl was that was seen down this
way. My stomach lurched when he told me that Tran had taken her
with him to the "special" room. I replied that I had been sent to
look for her by Tran, and to bring him this bottle, and asked
where the "special" room was. He told me where to find it, and
off I went at a quick clip.
    I passed what I noticed were all young, underage girls
wearing next to nothing in this slave-pit of a whorehouse, and
hurried even faster to find Lucy and finish our plan.
    I found what I believed was the right room and boldly walked
in. Tran was standing by the side of the bed where he had Lucy
stripped naked, and tied spread-eagled onto it. He had some
device that he was about to use on her when I walked in. He was
annoyed at the intrusion, but in the dim light didn't recognize
me as anything or anyone other than an intrusion. When he asked
what I wanted in obviously annoyed tones, I replied that I had
come to deliver the bottle to him and when he gestured toward the
dresser with its open drawer exposing further sexual implements,
I stepped between him and the dresser, turned and bashed the
bottle into the side of his head. I delivered the bottle just as
I'd promised him.
    I had expected that it would shatter into a million pieces,
but the thing was hardier than I would have anticipated, and with
the squishy sound of contact, Tran fell to the floor and the
bottle remained intact. I saw Lucy's look of relief and she began
to cry. I untied her hands and then her feet and she clung to me
like the last tip of tree above a swirling flood. Then I noticed
that I was holding her just as hard, my own sobs matching hers.
Finally I grunted out that we should finish what we had begun.
Lucy found a teddy in one of the drawers to wear, and I found
some matches. I lit fires at about 6 different places in the
room, left the bottle on the floor next to Tran's head where he
was heaped, and walked into the hallway. I grabbed the first
person walking by, told her that the guy in there was drunk, and
that the place was on fire. Two others raced in and pulled Tran
from the flames, cursing his drunkenness, and in the ensuing
commotion Lucy and I made our getaway.
    All we had to do was yell "fire!" and point back where we had
come from, and soon everyone we met either headed that way to
help, or headed our way to flee.
    Once out of the building I tugged Lucy towards where I had
parked, several blocks away, and only when we got into my card
did I remember that my wallet, keys, clothes, etc. had been left
at my place in the viewing room. I tore off Tran's mask and told
Lucy to stay in the car, lock the doors, and not open them for
anyone. She begged me not to go back, but I really had no choice.
    I went in through the smoky Blue Parrot bar and in the
confusion no one really paid me much attention. Few were in the
main viewing room, even though smoke had begun to enter there as
well.  I found my booth and saw that the Dippin' Girl I had had
during the show was there going through my left-behind stuff. She
wore nothing still, and when she who it was her face went through
a series of emotions.  First was guilt when she saw she was
caught picking someone's pockets. Then I saw that she recognized
me, so I told her to give me my wallet and keys. As she handed me
my stuff she stepped closer and without warning slammed her knee
up into my groin. White lights flashed in front of me as I
doubled over in excruciating pain. I watched her open the wallet
and withdraw all my money, throw down everything else, and I saw
her feet move off.  I couldn't help but look higher through the
smoke and the pain-induced haze to admire the departing cute
little butt as she left with her booty, her head held high.  At
least down on the floor the air was more breathable than up high
where smoke was beginning to fill the room.
    When I recovered use of my body I went through a side exit
that let out onto an alley.  It turned out to be a shortcut back
to the car, and when Lucy saw me through the window and let me
in, she asked if I had run into anyone. "Just the knee of
justice," I replied, and didn't elaborate further despite her
quizzical look.
    We drove to her grandfather's Snow Leopard restaurant, which
was closed by now, but she knew where a key had been hidden. We
went in through the aroma filled kitchen to the office where I
placed a hasty call to Stevenson. He came fully awake when I
asked if he knew much about the Blue Parrot and what went on
behind the guarded door. I told him that there was a fire in
progress, that I had a tape of him from there, that many underage
and illegal immigrants were abandoning the building, and now
would be a sweet time to get the police and INS involved in
return for the tape.  He hastily agreed when I told him where he
could meet me and get the tape back first, and the phrase I would
use so he knew it was me.
    I went back to my car, put on Tran's mask again and waited in
the alley behind the restaurant. I recognized Stevenson when he
came around the corner. I began to get afraid when two men in
trench coats waited at the corner as he came forward to meet me.
I lowered my voice and disguised it as much as possible by giving
it a Thai accent, but I don't think I really fooled him. 'Nice
shoes,' I said, using the phrase I had told him I would use to
recognize me. He asked if I had recovered any more tapes and I
replied in the negative. I assured him that this was the
original, that I hadn't made any copies, and obviously hadn't had
time to make any copies. He pressed me again and asked if I had
found any other tapes, and rattled off 4 names, two of which I
recognized as the mayor's and the D.A.'s.  When I again replied
in the negative, he smiled, took the tape, turned on his heel,
and headed away.

    Lucy's grandfather had been awakened by our arrival and had
come down to investigate. At first he was glad to see Lucy, and
angry to see me. Then he noticed our manner of undress and looked
like he was going to strangle me with his two old and shriveled,
but very powerful hands.
    Then Lucy told him what had really been going on. How she had
lied to him and had gone to work for Bull to help pay off his
loan and keep Thai goons from being ordered to trash and burn his
restaurant. Tears made their way down her face continually during
her recitation of the events, but she held her sobs in check, and
spoke with resolve. She told of conditions in the house, of girls
being illegally smuggled into this country to work there, and of
my rescuing her. She reached over and held my hand, her back
arching and her chest swelling with pride as she told of my
making the switch on stage with Tran, sneaking into Bull's
office, Tran's grabbing her and near-torture before I again saved
the day. She told of the fire we had set, the fire and police
arriving, and the possibility that the House that Bull Built
being shut down forever. She didn't mention our love-making, the
tape, or the little meeting I'd just had in his alley, but he is
such a shrewd old geezer I'll bet he inferred most of what she
left out anyway.  The final results were more than we could have
hoped for.  Deputy Mayor Stevenson led the raid that put a
notorious underworld Thai mobster in jail. Dozens of underage
Thai girls were freed from forced prostitution and many of Bull's
henchmen were jailed as well. Tran was one of those, though he
didn't get there until after a long stay at a hospital for his
head wound.
     During the raid tapes were recovered that implicated the
Mayor and the District Attorney in aiding, abetting, and
protecting Bull, who it was revealed had been blackmailing them.
Deputy Mayor Stevenson was promoted to Mayor, and the luster of
his actions will probably propel him back into office in next
year's elections.  Consequently, my mother is now secretary to
the mayor, and the boost in salary has made a nice difference
around our house.
    Lucy and I told my friends that she had had surgery for a
cancerous growth, and she had dumped me as a way of protecting me
from being hurt in case it had been fatal. It was a bit of a
stretch, but they fell for it, and actually thought more highly
of her for being so self-less. She was able to dump wearing the
baggy clothes pretty easily since they had all burned in the
whore-house fire anyway. She didn't go back, though, to wearing
such tight and skimpy clothing as she had when she first came out
of her shell. Her new look was sophisticated and decidedly older
--and it wasn't a phony look for her in any way. She had grown up
and matured through her circumstances.
    I'm now a student in the State University nearby, and Lucy is
a senior in high school. Word is that she will be nominated to
the Prom court again at the end of the year, but more recently we
attended the Mayor's Christmas Ball. Lucy wore a stunning off-
white gown and high heels. Her natural tan was the perfect
contrast to the dress, that was cut low.  The material was nylon,
and it stretched over her frame in a way that was reminiscent of
her team swim suit that always seemed just a little too small.
Her body was now a little more filled out, and the tightness of
her dress supported her chest like a wonderbra would, adding to
her cleavage in a most enticing manner.
     I wore a tuxedo, much like the one I'd worn to last year's
prom, and we were a handsome couple if I say so myself. We
entered with my mother, and the Mayor came to greet us with his
lovely wife on his arm.  He greeted my mother warmly, who
introduced us to him.  He admired us as a good looking pair,
noticing Lucy's Thai facial features, and I could see that his
memories of Thai girls was exciting him a little too publicly. He
seemed captured by Lucy's sparkling green eyes, and then he
looked her up and down and it looked like he was trying to
picture her lithe body under her gown when I commented about his
footwear.  "Nice shoes," I said and his attention was arrested to
me as he turned to gape for a minute.  Recognition and panic
crossed his eyes for a second, but he was the consummate
politician and recovered before anyone else caught on to what had
transpired. He stopped eyeing Lucy's lithe physique and shook my
hand in greeting. It was a little too hard, but I returned the
grip equally, and he made a comment that seemed innocuous to
everyone else, but which I caught for what was behind the words.
"Nice to meet you son. I've been wondering who you were, ah,
since your mother talks about you so much. Your mom's a great
asset to me and has helped me get where I am, so if you ever need
a favor, just look me up. I owe you one."
    I thought he might have a hidden threat in there, but he
repeated, "I owe you... one," and I caught that I could ask once
for something, and then I'd better never come into contact with
him again or he'd take me for a shake down artist.
    Still gripping hands I replied, "I've always admired your
work, Sir, especially that bust you made last year. I appreciate
the offer, but I don't want you to feel beholden to me at all.
All I ask is that you treat my mother right," which drew a purr
of appreciation from my mom and a look of greater respect from
the Mayor. He nodded in agreement and we finally released hands.
    Out on the dance floor Lucy's and my bodies fit together as
we danced. Lucy's dress felt smooth to my touch, almost like it
wasn't even there, as I held her closely. I saw people staring at
us throughout the night and heard murmurs about what a lovely
couple we were. Lucy was the envy of every woman there, being
such a vision of loveliness, and I saw that I was resented and
envied by every man there for being her partner. But I began
making contacts that night that would prove to be important to me
down the road, for I now had a purpose I could live for. I
planned to be the mayor someday, and finish the job Stevenson had
only been forced to begin of cleaning up our town's corruption.
With Lucy at my side, I knew I could reach any heights. I hugged
her taut body to mine and began to reach some new heights even
then.

                             THE END


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edited. I hope you have enjoyed this novella, and if you did you
should look for the "New Neighbors" and "Co-ed" stories
previously released. Copyright 1997.)