Message-ID: <7406eli$9801181708@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/7406.txt> From: Morg105829 <Morg105829@aol.com> Subject: Kathy (M/F) Part 6 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <b688acc7.34c04c0b@aol.com> To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us From: morg105829@aol.com Subj: "Kathy" II-6 & 7 (M/F) (363 lines) January 17, 1998 Thanks for the (mostly) friendly comments. This is the sixth section of a book that runs 26 chapters. Readers are most strongly urged to read Kathy from the beginning. It will make no sense otherwise. I hope to have the balance of the book posted within a week or so. Comments (of any kind) will be appreciated. Contact me at morg105829@aol.com. Although this is substantially more tame than many postings on A.S.S.M., the usual disclaimers apply. Permission is granted to repost, but only on non- commercial sites. Please inform me if you do so. "Kathy" (c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan. Book II Chapter 6 A short time after Sam's funeral, Kathy met with Ferguson in his law office downtown. The girl his secretary showed into his office appeared to be typical of the upscale clientele he cultivated. She was exquisitely groomed and dressed, obviously a younger member of the Junior League of Norfolk, she thought. The secretary couldn't tell she was wearing almost nothing under her tailored suit. Ferguson greeted her warmly. "Kathy, we're here this morning for the reading of Sam's will. We have already taken care of the mechanics. The will has been filed in probate with all of the usual witness affidavits, so we're ready to go. Would you please be seated?" Kathy sat down. Although she appeared composed, she was scared and nervous as a cat. The Fergusons had been very nice to her, but she wanted to be by herself. She was amused at the thought, really. She had "lived alone" in the whore house, but at the Ferguson's she felt like she was on stage. She couldn't really relax. Ferguson put on a pair of reading glasses and unfolded a will, recognizable by its characteristic blue wrapper. Kathy noticed that it was quite thin. He looked at the document and then looked over his glasses at Kathy. "Kathy, there's no sense in my wasting your time. There are only three important elements to the will. First, you are the primary beneficiary. Except for some specific bequests that I mentioned, it all goes to you. Second, there is some identification material to be sure that the money goes to the right person. As trustee of the estate and as an officer of the court I have satisfied that requirement. Finally, Sam wanted you to know that he loved you very deeply. If you were his own flesh and blood he could not have loved you more. Finally, there are a couple of special contingent provisions which are not operative at this time, but the net of all this is, Kathy, that you now have $55 million." Kathy sat in the chair, stunned. She already felt wealthy with the more than $20,000 she had received from Julie. She had used some of her money to buy clothes and was now looking for an apartment. But *millions* -- fifty-five *million*! Her brain tripped out like a circuit breaker that had been overloaded. "Kathy, the fact is that you can expect a spendable income, after taxes of four to five million dollars a year. That's in the neighborhood of $400,000 a month. I think you are set for life financially. Now what are you going to do? Sam gave me a letter to pass on to you. In it he urges you to get a formal education. Are you interested?" "Of course I'm interested, but I'm too old. I don't have any of the things you need to go to school. I don't have a school record, and I don't know who my parents are. I don't even know where I was born." Kathy started to cry. Deep down, even as her tears flowed, she was struck by the irony of her position. She had just learned that she was wealthy -- so wealthy she could never spend the money she already had in her lifetime -- but she was crying about the lack of a birth certificate. Ferguson, who like so many men became totally helpless in the presence of a woman in tears, did nothing. As Kathy started to fumble in her new purse, he handed her a tissue. 'My God,' he thought, 'Even though she's crying, she's beautiful!' He studied her face and realized there was no makeup to run. The women he knew spent hours to achieve the appearance of no makeup but when on the face it would still run under tears. Kathy composed herself, and gave him a small smile. "I'm sorry. I realize how ridiculous I must look. You must think I've lost my mind." "Don't worry, Kathy. Perhaps money can't buy happiness, but there isn't very much else it can't buy. I have your birth certificate here. At least, a birth certificate that will serve. It says here that you were born in a small town in western Virginia eighteen years ago. Unfortunately, the court house records were lost in a fire about ten years ago. You will find the record of birth of Katherine Smith in the reconstructed files today. She is you." He grinned and continued, "As for the school record, it is all set to go pending your approval. You see, Sam was personally taking care of your education. Arrangements have been made for the proper representations to be made by an accredited tutor who will vouch for your prior education. You will be admitted as a junior at Hillsdale Academy in New Hampshire. It's a coed boarding school with an excellent reputa tion. Believe it or not, I have a special admissions test in the office ready to administer to you. Are you interested? Would you like to try it?" By this time, Kathy had fully regained control. She was very impressed by Ferguson's compe tence and was awed by the amount of thought that Sam had devoted to her future. "Sure," she replied with a grin. "They can only say no. Let's do it. Can I take the test now?" Bob Ferguson picked up his phone and buzzed his secretary. "Mrs. Wilson, could you come into my office, please." Moments later his secretary appeared and Ferguson gave her a folder containing the test materials. "According to the instructions, you have two hours for the test. Mrs. Wilson, could you supervise Kathy's test without ruining any lunch plans?" Jane Wilson said that would be no problem, and asked Kathy to follow her to the office law library. For a moment, Kathy started to get nervous. She hadn't thought about a test, let alone prepared to take one. Then she realized that any preparation would be futile; she either knew it or she didn't. "Let's go. I'm ready." Less than two hours later she turned in the last of the test sections. 'It had gone quickly,' she thought, 'And was very easy.' Mrs. Wilson took the test back to her desk, and Kathy went back into Fergu son's office. "Let's wait a few minutes, Kathy. There's a scoring sheet that came with the test. The official grading is done at the school, but you can get some idea of how well you've done." Moments later Mrs. Wilson returned with a big smile. "Kathy, you're in! Mr. Ferguson, I can't grade the essay questions, but Kathy had no mistakes on the short answers. Not even one!" Ferguson looked at Kathy. "Kathy, that seems to take care of Hillsdale admissions. Now the question is, do you want to go up there? We never even talked about it before." "Mr. Ferguson, obviously I've never been there. I'll take your word that it's a good school. Did Sam know about Hillsdale?" "Yes, he did, Kathy. He thought it would be a good school for you, but as in everything else, he absolutely insisted that the final decision be yours. What about it?" "Mr. Ferguson, I think you're looking at the newest member of next year's Junior class at Hillsdale Academy!" Chapter 7 Kathy Smith was settling into her apartment close to the Yale University campus in New Haven. She smiled to herself as she thought back over the last three years. She had liked it at Hillsdale which was located in a small town in rural New Hampshire. She had taken the opportunity to learn to ski. Kathy couldn't quite understand why sports came so easily to her, but really, it was so simple. You put on the skis and let gravity take you down the hill. Yet she knew it couldn't be quite that simple for most people, or the spills wouldn't be so frequent. She had made the Hillsdale ski team skiing the slalom in her senior year. The academic work had been fun. Although she had been a little scared at first, she had had no problems. Undoubtedly her confidence had been helped by the fact that the headmaster con gratulated her on having the highest admissions test scores in the history of the school. As a result of the advanced placement courses she could take, coupled with her combined SAT scores of sixteen hundred, she was admitted to Yale with advanced standing. Although she was still a little older than her average classmate she was catching up fast. Kathy was glad to be back in an apartment of her own after a year in the dormitory. It wasn't that she minded the other girls so much, but the communal living was a drag. She smiled to herself thinking how similar were the living styles of her dorm mates and her fellow prostitutes at Julie's. The only apparent difference was the social position of the families the two groups of girls came from. The more she dwelled on the idea, the funnier it seemed. Comparing the pampered darlings to prostitutes was a joke. But like all good jokes it contained more than an element of truth. One difference was the cost of the clothing thrown into corners of the rooms. The clothes cost more, but they were treated the same and stank the same. The odors around the dorm and the house were about the same, too, except her dorm mates' perfumes were more expensive. She finished putting her clothes away and again she smiled to herself. It had been so much simpler at Julie's when she never wore any. There was nothing to buy or store or clean. Now she had to be careful that they didn't overflow her room. She looked around and liked what she saw. Perhaps it was the years spent wearing no clothes and having no possessions, but Kathy hated a cluttered room. If anything, her apartment was somewhat under-furnished and the decor was quiet and understated. 'Old habits die hard,' she thought, as she moved around nude. It made her feel freer, and was something she had missed in the dorm. Kathy sat on the edge of her bed and picked up a pair of tweezers. Swinging around toward the light, she studied her mound of Venus for any sign of hair growing on its smooth surface. There had been a reason for keeping it bare when she was at Julie's. Now there was none. But it was fun keeping the secret from the other girls at Hillsdale, and now here at Yale. She really didn't know why she kept her pubic area hairless. Perhaps it was a form of egotism, constantly reminding her of where she had come from. 'At any rate,' she thought, 'I don't have to worry about a bikini -- any size bikini; there's nothing to show except my slit.' Kathy went into the bathroom and took a cold shower. After getting dressed, she put on a jacket and walked over to the campus. Walking across the Old Campus she met Jennifer Crown, one of her dorm mates from the previous year. "Hi, Kathy! Good to see you. When did you get back? Where are you living now? I didn't see you at the College." Kathy and Jennifer were both assigned to Calhoun College, but Kathy had her own apartment. It was a fact she wasn't anxious to advertise to Jennifer. Telling Jennifer was as good as taking out a full-page ad in The Yale Daily News and Kathy wanted to maintain her privacy as much as possible. "What are you doing this weekend? Do you know Bill Johnson? Bill, this is Kathy Smith who was my roommate last year." Johnson shook hands and stripped Kathy naked with his eyes. Obviously, he liked what he saw, but Kathy didn't like him. "Kathy, I'm delighted to meet you. We're having a party at my fraternity house on Saturday. Jennifer has already agreed to come, and I hope you'll come, too." "Thanks for the invitation, Bill. I'm not sure of my plans yet, but could we leave the invitation open?" "Of course! I'm at the Alpha house on York Street. You know where it is, don't you? If you can make it, just tell the guys at the door that you're my guest. They'll let you right in. Sure hope you can make it. Jennifer, let's go! We're going to be late." With that the couple strolled off across the campus and Kathy watched them go. Kathy thought about the chance meeting. Jennifer was friendly enough, but her behavior worried Kathy. Jennifer was a redhead who reminded Kathy of poor Shirley back at Julie's. Shirley's figure was slimmer, though; Jennifer showed signs of running to fat. Kathy smiled to herself as she realized what really reminded her of Shirley. Like Shirley, Jennifer had a full bush of red pubic hair. She worried about the girl. By reputation, she was a careless drinker. The word was that she regularly drank far more than was good for her. She seemed to be the type who could easily lose control. Bill Johnson was good looking and knew it. He was also a lecher. Kathy chuckled to herself. 'Give him another twenty years or so and he will be a dirty old man. If that is so, what does that make him now?' she wondered. The combination of Bill and Jennifer was potentially explosive: She could easily lose control, and he would just as quickly take advantage of the situation. Kathy walked on over to the Sterling Library. On Saturday, Kathy remembered the invitation to the party at the Alpha house. She worried about Jennifer. 'It's curious,' she thought, 'Jennifer is about my age, but I think of her as a kid. I feel like I'm her mother. I just don't think she could handle the aftermath of a bad scene.' With that thought, Kathy resolved to go to the Alpha's party that night. That evening, Kathy showered and carefully dressed. It was a warm day as it can still be in New Haven in September. She put on a skirt and sweater. For some reason she couldn't explain -- a premonition, perhaps -- she put on her most serviceable bra and briefs. After eating her dinner and studying for a while, she set out for the Alpha house, planning to arrive about midnight. There was a reason for her arrival time. Reflecting on it, she had realized subconsciously if there was going to be any trouble, it would likely start about then. As she walked up to the door of the fraternity house she could hear the party noises spilling out through the opened windows. It sounded like the party had already passed its peak. As she walked up to the door she passed a few couples already leaving. Since the two members on duty at the door showed more interest in their beer than in her, she was happy to leave it that way. >From their appearance the beers were not their first of the evening, more likely their tenth. She told them that she was Bill Johnson's guest and one of them waved in the general direction of the door leading down to the basement where the remains of the party seemed to be concentrated. Kathy descended the stairs and watched the action from a darkened corner. At the other end of the room there were a bunch of young men with Jennifer who was standing topless on a strong table holding a glass of beer in her hand. Her breasts were large and, because of her youth, still firm. Her nipples were large and flaccid. While a tape deck played The Stripper, she bent at the hips and tried to rotate her tits. Kathy didn't think she had the coordination to do it under the best of circumstances and these were not the best. Jennifer gave up and sat down hard on the tabletop. Bill Johnson was standing near the table egging her on. Jennifer had sat down on a table puddled with beer and splashed the liquid under her. "Oh, the hell with it," she cried, stripping off her skirt and panties. Kathy didn't think that the knee-high stockings she was wearing enhanced her sexiness. Struggling back to her feet, she stood on the table with her body swaying. She stuck out her hips and, drunkenly proud of her figure, swung her head back and ran her hands up and down her body. Finally, she drew a finger up her slit. Swaying a bit, she sat down on the edge of the table and spread her legs as wide as she could. "You're all a bunch of wimps," Jennifer slurred. "There's not a man in this house. I'm all woman, and I'll take you all on, one at a time or in bunches!" The inchoate fear that had been bothering Kathy all week jumped into sharp focus. This was exactly what she had been fearing even though she hadn't been able to put it into words. In her drunken state Jennifer was asking for a gang-bang. In spite of her talk, Kathy doubted that she had nearly the experience with men that she was advertising. Jennifer could be badly hurt physically and at the very least there would be serious emotional scars. Nevertheless, some men, led by Bill Johnson, were starting to shed their clothes. Kathy had no clear idea what to do but if she did not do something now it would be too late. Pushing through the group of men Kathy reached Jennifer. Her chin had lolled down on her chest and she was only moments away from passing out. Kathy was sure that at least a few of the guys weren't above fucking Jennifer even if she were unconscious. Grabbing the girl by the hair, she lifted her head up. The girl's eyes were glassy; she was about to pass out. The men, taken by surprise, stood motionless. Facing the group Kathy sneered, "What do you want to fool around with a drunken slut for? Aren't you afraid of getting something contagious?" She allowed Jennifer's head to drop to the table. Although her movements were apparently disdainful, she took care that Jennifer's head didn't hit the table hard. The men looked at Kathy and for the first time realized what a gorgeous woman had entered the room. If they were willing to fuck Jennifer, they dreamed of a girl like Kathy. She took advantage of their inaction. "Do any of you guys shoot pool? I see a pool table here." The guys looked at one another in amazement. 'Is this girl crazy? What is she thinking about?' "Jennifer challenged your manhood. I'll challenge your skill. I'll take on the house champion or anyone else in a game of rotation. Every time a ball is sunk the other player has to take off an item of clothing. When we run out of clothing, we do what the other player wants. Is anyone interested?" They all looked at Bill Johnson. He leered at Kathy and said, "I'll take you on. I'm the house champ. Since you challenged, I get to break." Drinks were cleared off the pool table standing in the middle of the room. The cover was removed and tossed towards the corner while another member brought over the balls and racked them up. Kathy went over to the wall to select a cue. As she examined the bedraggled collec tion, she could see Johnson putting together what was obviously his personal cue stick. It looked like it cost more than the rest of the cues combined. It appeared to be very well-made and to have beautiful balance. Kathy was worried. She had issued her challenge without any prior thought. It was just the first thing that came into her head as a possible way out of a dangerous situation. She looked at the boys who had all undressed her with their eyes. 'Oh, well,' she thought, 'I can physically handle them all if it comes to that.' Kathy found one cue that was reasonably straight and still had a tip on it. It was the only one that appeared even close to being usable. Bill stood at the end of the table crouched over his cue. He lined up his shot and let fly. The cue ball crashed into the point ball at the head of the rack. The balls flew around the table, and she heard one drop, followed by another. Calmly she stripped off her sweater and stepped out of her skirt. Careful ly she hung them over a stool where it appeared they wouldn't get soaked. The boys cheered. They stared at her gorgeous body now clad only in a bra and briefs. Kathy relaxed as she realized she had an advantage. She was used to being naked around men who were dressed, but they weren't used to being close to a nude woman. Bill stared at Kathy and then looked back at the table for his next shot. He found the one-ball at the opposite end of the table from the cue ball. He had a shot. After carefully lining it up, he stroked. Kathy could see his hand trembling slightly as he did. The ball dropped into the corner pocket. Kathy calmly removed her bra and put it on the stool with the rest of her clothes. Now all she was wearing was a pair of loafers and her panties. To heighten the impact of her body on Johnson, she reached out her arms and stretched. The boys audibly groaned as she just stood waiting with her back straight and her breasts with their small nipples erect. Bill Johnson was just watching with his mouth almost agape. His blood pressure had been rising as he watched Kathy's performance. He looked back at the pool table in an effort to regain his concentration. When he had taken his previous shot, he had been so busy trying to control his shaking hands, he had not really paid attention to the location of the two-ball. In rotation, the balls must be hit in order, starting with the one. A player gets credit for any ball sunk as long as the cue ball hits the correct target ball first. Johnson didn't have a shot. The two-ball was in a nearly unreachable position. His only hope was a shot off the cushion and then to the two-ball. His shot missed. His miss caused the one-ball to come back on the table to be spotted on the mark. Now it was Kathy's turn, and she had a clear line to the spotted one-ball. Calmly she lined up her shot and stroked the cue. The cue ball struck the one-ball perfectly; it sank in the corner pocket, while the cue ball caromed off and sank the fifteen-ball in the other corner. She looked at Bill who took off his jacket and tie. The other men booed. Their sympathies were already starting to shift towards Kathy. Johnson just shrugged off their jeers with the comment, "You said two pieces of clothing. You didn't say we had to start with the same number of articles on." Kathy just smiled and looked back at the table. She had a good shot on the two-ball at the far corner. She delicately rolled the cue ball down the table. It struck the two which caromed into the nine which dropped while leaving the two-ball sitting at the edge of the pocket. Bill took off his shirt. Kathy sank the two with sufficient spin on the cue ball to take it back up the table to give her a shot on the three. She sank the three-ball in the corner; the cue ball ran back on the opposite side of the table and sank the twelve in the side pocket. Bill let his pants drop and took off a shoe. The boys cheered. "Go get him, Kathy." They had learned her name from Bill as they set up the table. Kathy lined up her shot on the four-ball. With six balls off the table it was getting easier to set up clear shots. Calmly she dropped the four-ball into the side pocket with the cue ball rolling to a stop setup on the five. She watched as Bill took off his other shoe. The five- ball sank; off came a sock. The six-ball rolled into the corner; off came the other sock. Now there were just six balls left on the table. Johnson was down to his shorts and was starting to shiver. It was a combination of the chill in the air, but even more it reflected his increasing embarrassment. By this time everyone still in the house had gathered downstairs with their attention divided between Kathy's body and the pool table. Calmly, she stroked the cue ball. It struck the seven-ball sharply driving it into a corner pocket; the cue ball came back setting up on the number eight. Kathy stood up from the table and watched Bill. He dropped his shorts, and stood up. Kathy had thought that he was well built when he took off his pants. With nothing on, it was obvious that he was. Surrounded by now-jeering fraternity brothers, he didn't know what to do. He was blushing crimson in embarrassment. Kathy turned back to the table and sank the eight; the cue ball caromed off it and sank the fourteen as well. "I'm sorry guys, but it looks like the game's over. Bill, my first wish is for you to pick up Jennifer, get her dressed and get her back home... without doing anything else to her. My second wish is to get dressed again and go home myself." "That's not fair, Kathy! Those weren't two wishes, they were five," Johnson protested. Kathy glared at him and picked up her cue stick again. In a matter of moments the last three balls were off the table, leaving only Kathy's cue stick where she had placed it down beside the cue ball which was still slowly spinning. "Okay. Now I have five wishes. Go to it, Buster!" Calmly, Kathy walked over to where she had left her clothes with the boys moving back to give her room. She picked up her bra and secured it, then stepped into her skirt and slipped on her sweater. "Is there a mirror around somewhere? I need to fix my hair. And by the way, can a girl get a beer in this place?" The men cheered. One rushed up with a bottle of beer and a clean glass he had found some where. In spite of being nearly naked in front of them she now had their respect. Someone wiped off a stool carefully with a towel to be sure it was dry and offered her a seat which she accepted gratefully. She was delighted at the way things had finally worked out. When she had arrived the situation was turn ing ugly. Now, a more-normal collegiate good humor was restored. Kathy looked towards the end of the room where Bill and a friend were struggling to get Jennifer dressed. Getting off her stool she went and joined them. Jennifer couldn't stand up. The two boys were ignoring her nakedness but were not making any progress in dressing her. Again, Kathy grabbed Jennifer by her hair and raised her head. "Wake up, Jennifer. It's time to go home." Her head felt like it was unattached to her body. Kathy could tell that if she released her hold on the girl's hair the head would just drop. Firmly, she slapped her face, once, twice, three times. Jennifer's eyes blinked. Kathy slapped her twice more. Her eyes opened as she started to come to. "Come on Jennifer. It's time to get dressed and go home." By this time the girl had revived enough to be able to stand with support from the two men. Kathy got her panties on and got her skirt up to her waist. 'At least she's back to the topless condition I found her in,' she thought. "Where is her bra and top?" Kathy asked. Someone produced the girl's bra. It was the lacy sort of thing that provided no support but was the kind she thought Jennifer would be wearing tonight. She fastened the clasp and then got the girl's blouse back on. Fortunately, it buttoned. Kathy didn't have to try to get it on over her head. "She's all yours, guys. Be sure she gets home safely. Does anyone know where her shoes are?" She was only wearing short stockings. The shoes were found and two boys led Jennifer up the stairs. Kathy returned to her beer. "Thanks for keeping it for me. Can I buy a second?" Two hours later Kathy left the Alpha House. Two of the brothers insisted on walking her home pointing out that downtown New Haven wasn't the safest place in the world at three in the morning. The night at the fraternity house had ended with drinking songs and football fight songs. 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