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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Far be it from me to refrain from jumping on the bandwagon, so here is 
my contribution to the Y2K story project.

Intelligent comments and criticisms will receive appropriate responses.  
Flames and juvenile slobbering go straight to the recycling bin.

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WHY, TO KAY?

Copyright 1999 by MichaelD38@aol.com


"So there I am, right?  Three hours late to the fucking hearing because 
the first one ran long.  HesterCon's counsel is sitting there like he 
wants to slit my throat, and I can tell the judge isn't any happier."

Jack nodded vaguely as he listened to Bill's story about a hearing he'd 
gone to the previous week, some attempt to lift a bankruptcy stay so 
their client could file suit against a co-defendant who was in Chapter 
11, and thereby get at their liability insurance.

"Never mind that I've been calling all damn morning telling them I was 
going to be late," Bill droned on.  "Never mind that it's not my damn 
fault Phillip made me attend two hearings thirty miles apart on the 
same morning.  Nothing I could do but stand there and let the judge rip 
me a new asshole."

Jack took a sip of his beer.  Something else had caught his attention.  
Over Bill's shoulder, beyond another clump of attorneys, he saw a 
pretty young woman he didn't recognize.  She was mid-twenties maybe, 
shoulder-length blonde hair, athletic figure, standing by herself in a 
knee-length black cocktail dress, nursing a mixed drink.  

The woman saw him staring and smiled at him, very briefly, before 
looking away again.

". . . so then--"

Bill stopped talking and turned around.

"What are you looking at?"

"Who is that girl?"

"Oh.  She came with Ray."

Ray was one of the junior partners, a holy terror who enjoyed lording 
it over new associates like Bill and Jack.

"Girlfriend?"

"Beats me.  Probably."

"Why's she by herself then?"

"Ray probably dropped her there to tell everyone about his new 
Porsche."

"I'm going to go talk to her."

Bill's eyebrows went up.

"Are you nuts?  You can't hit on Ray's girlfriend."

"I'm not going to hit on her."

Jack broke away from Bill and got himself a fresh beer from the 
kitchen.  He drifted back toward where the woman was standing until she 
looked over at him again.

"Hi."

"Hi," she said.  She had a smooth, silky voice.

"I've only been with Richards, Bellgarden a few months, but I'm fairly 
sure you don't work here."

The corners of her mouth curled upwards.

"You gonna throw me out?"

"It's New Year's.  I guess not."

"I came with Ray Mitchell.  I'm not sure where he is."

"I thought so.  How long have you guys been together?"

She smiled again.

"From my perspective, twenty-six years."

Jack's forehead creased in confusion, and she laughed.

"I'm his sister."

Jack relaxed for a moment, exhaling, before considering that hitting on 
Ray's sister was probably no safer than hitting on his girlfriend.

He extended his hand anyway.

"I'm Jack."

She took it lightly.  Her hands were long and slim, her nails 
unpainted.

"Kay."

"Ray and Kay?"

She smiled again.

"Our parents thought it was cute."

"What brings you here?  No other parties to go to?"

"No.  I'm a staff writer for 'National Geographic.'  I'm only in town 
for the holidays.  Monday morning, I'm getting a flight to Irian Jaya."

"Wow.  Where is that?"

"New Guinea.  They changed the name a few years ago."

"And you're doing an article for them?"

"About vanishing rain forests and all that.  The highlands of Irian 
Jaya are seriously threatened because of all the logging that goes on 
there."  She paused for a moment, smiling again.  "I'm sure you find 
all this fascinating."

"No, it's all right.  I have a subscription to 'National Geographic' 
myself.  Would I have seen anything else of yours?"

"No.  This is going to be my first real byline."

* * *

Jack checked his watch.  Twenty minutes to midnight.  Kay saw him do it 
and stopped in the middle of her story about a trip to Denali National 
Park in Alaska.

"How much longer?" she asked.

"Twenty 'til."

They had drifted away from the other guests, though Jack had been 
checking on Ray's location every few minutes.

Kay cocked her head slightly, and an odd look came into her eyes.

"What?" he asked.

"Did you ever spend any time thinking about Y2K when you were a kid, 
like where you'd be and what you'd be doing?"

"Now and then.  What I remember most is thinking how old twenty-eight 
would be and how far off it seemed."

"Me too.  Up until I was a teenager, I imagined myself being married 
with kids.  Then I started thinking about being a travel writer, and I 
thought I would be somewhere exotic tonight."

She paused, then lowered her voice before continuing.

"And when I was in college, I got this idea about having sex at the 
precise stroke of midnight.  Ringing in the new millenium with a bang 
and all that, you know?"

Jack tried to nod without betraying the shock and thrill that had just 
shot down his spine.

"Uh-huh."

"But I broke up with my last boyfriend about six months ago.  So it 
looks like I'm going to be 0-3."

Jack looked into her eyes, seeing that she was just waiting for some 
comment like "I could help with the last one if you wanted," but he 
held his tongue.

"I guess a law office is not the most exotic locale for New Years'" he 
forced himself to say.

She stared at him for a few seconds before laughing, hard enough that 
she had to lean down onto one knee.

"I'm sorry.  I'm sorry.  But that isn't what you really wanted to say, 
is it?"

"Uh."

"I've had too much to drink if I'm telling you things like that."

She took a deep breath and exhaled, folding one arm under her breasts 
and propping her other elbow on it, then looking away from him.

"You know, I've been bouncing around this idea of seducing someone 
tonight.  It's completely out of character for me, but I keep telling 
myself that this is the only turn of the millenium I'm going to see."

Jack glanced around, trying to see if anyone was overhearing this 
conversation.  He saw Ray near the far end of the office, blathering on 
about something Jack was too far away to hear.  He looked back at Kay, 
who was staring at him expectantly.

"Are you listening to me?"

"Um, yeah, sorry.  This is just probably not the best place to be 
talking about something like this."

She bit her lower lip for a second or two, fighting a grin.

"I bet we could find someplace better."

Jack glanced behind them again.

"Uh, it's just that Ray--"

He felt her take his hand.

"Oh, fuck Ray.  He hasn't said five words to me since we got here.  I 
was standing by myself for fifteen minutes before you came over."

* * *

Jack walked gingerly up to the edge of the roof, looking out at the 
rest of downtown Los Angeles.  The city had blocked off some of the 
streets, and there was a big party going on near the new Staples 
Center, with searchlights spinning through the nighttime haze and a 
band playing some tune he couldn't quite place.  Was that Ricky Martin 
up on stage?

He glanced to his side, where Kay had come up to watch the performance.

"I don't know if we're supposed to be up here," he said.

She leaned against him, reaching down to pinch his butt lightly.

"You have no sense of adventure."

She finished off her drink, then tossed the ice into the sky.  Jack 
watched the cubes tumbling through the air until they disappeared.

He took a nervous breath.

"Um, just so we're clear here, you're very attractive, but this isn't 
something I usually do."

She grinned at him.

"And you think it's something I do?"

"I didn't mean it that way.  I mean, you said it was out of character."

"It is.  But 'carpe diem,' you know?"

She took his hand, pulling him away from the edge.

"Come on."

She led him back to the center of the roof, then stopped.

"Where do you think?"

Jack glanced around them.  Nothing looked remotely suitable.  Then Kay 
pointed to one of the huge AC compressors next to the stairway they had 
emerged from, a big gray metal block in the center of the roof.

"There.  On top.  That should work."

The compressor was about five feet high, and he had to help her up on 
top of it.  She extended her hand and pulled him up.  

The compressor was running, and the vibrations coursed through his 
body.  Kay laughed.

"Ooo.  I like this.  Do you feel that?"

"Yeah."

Kay spread out the tablecloth she had filched from the firm kitchen and 
lay down, propping her head up on her hand.  Jack lay on his stomach 
beside her, facing the concert.  He could hear the strains of the music 
now: "Shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon . . . shake your bon-bon, 
shake your bon-bon."  That made it Ricky Martin.

"How much time do we have?" Kay asked.

Jack glanced at his watch.

"Ten minutes.  But I have a feeling we'll know from whatever is going 
on over there."

She reached over and began playing with the hair behind his ear.

"We'd better get started then."

He turned to her, and they kissed softly.  He put his arm on her 
shoulder, and she rolled slowly on her back.  He could taste the liquor 
from her drink as he probed around her mouth with his tongue.  She 
pulled him closer, pressing her body against his.  The night wind was 
cool (though not too cold), and their legs intertwined, seeking mutual 
warmth.

The music stopped, and the crowd cheered as Jack moved his hand to 
Kay's breast.  Ricky began another song.

She was firm and round under his touch, and he could feel her nipple 
erecting through the fabric.  He reached around, and Kay rolled over a 
bit to let him at the zipper on her dress.  He pulled it down, then 
reached inside to unsnap her bra.  

She let him pull down one strap from her shoulder as he sought her 
breasts, kissing him harder.  He took the warm flesh in his hand, not 
quite a handful but well shaped.  He tweaked the nipple a few times, 
rolling it between thumb and forefinger.

Kay's hands sought his butt, squeezing and pinching.  One hand slipped 
between them and found his zipper.  It snaked in thorough his fly and 
was soon gently caressing his erection.

"How much time?" she gasped.

He lifted his head just long enough to check his watch.

"Four minutes."

She pushed him away, rolling him on his back, and sat up beside him.  
She dug his cock out of his pants and bent to take him in her mouth.  
He gasped as she bottomed out, sucking hard, then withdrew, bobbing 
slowly.  His hand groped at her thighs, and she spread herself open a 
little as he reached under her dress.  He found the tops of stockings 
and probed further as she licked and sucked his erection.

She had no panties on, and she giggled around his cock as he found her 
crinkly nest of pubic hair.

"I came prepared."

Then she swallowed him up again, shivering as he found her clitoris, 
slick with her fluids.  He stroked it gently, slipping a thumb between 
her lips.  She bobbed faster on him, sucking so hard that he began to 
ache.

Ricky finished his next song, and they could hear the crowd cheering 
the impending stroke of midnight.  Someone took the mike from Ricky and 
began revving them up further.  Kay sat up.

"Come on."

She threw her leg over his waist, hiking her dress up over her hips.  
He groped at her as she took his erection in her hand, bending it 
backward as she sank down.

"Oh, shit," she moaned.

The vibrations of the compressor shivered through both of them, and Kay 
bent all the way down.  She kissed him vigorously as he pushed up into 
her.  Her hips began to roll against him.

"Midnight," she gasped, "I want to come at midnight, okay?"

He nodded rapidly, pulling his head up to seek her breasts.  She pulled 
the other strap down and pressed her nipples against his mouth.  He 
sucked on them hard, biting every so lightly, and Kay groaned, grinding 
herself against the base of his cock.

The cheer crowd grew louder and louder.  Jack strained through the fog 
of his arousal to hear what they were saying.

They begun the countdown: " . . . fifty-six . . . fifty-five . . . 
fifty-four . . ."

Kay rode him faster, hands digging at his shoulders like claws.  He 
began to doubt his ability to hold out long enough and groped at her to 
slow down.  She laughed huskily and tried to comply.  He pulled her 
down and they kissed roughly for a few seconds, crushing their mouths 
together.

" . . . forty-nine . . . forty-eight . . . forty-seven . . ."  Whistles 
and car horns were beginning to split the night air around them.

Kay began to move again, more slowly this time.  Jack pushed her back 
to resume sucking her breasts.  He groped at her buttocks, squeezing 
them, feeling tense and relax and tense again as she rode his cock.

" . . . thirty-six . . . thirty-five . . . thirty-four . . ."

She began to squeeze him inside her, gripping and releasing 
rhythmically.  She felt like a slick glove around him.  His semen began 
rising in him again, aching at the base of his cock like molten lead.  
One of her back garter straps popped loose under his fingers.

Kay whimpered softly, pushing him away from her breasts.  He lay flat, 
still holding her butt as she humped against him.

"Midnight . . . with me, at midnight . . ."

". . . twenty-two . . . twenty-one . . . twenty . . . nineteen . . ."

The cheers grew louder.  The M.C. was howling various banal 
exhortations about the end of the Twentieth Century.  Jack was suddenly 
distracted at that, wondering why it was so hard for people to 
understand about when the millenium really ended.  It was enough to 
restrain his impending climax for a few more seconds.

Kay cried out, bouncing eagerly on his cock, hands gone to claws on his 
shoulders.  He matched her thrust for thrust, trying to guide the 
movements of her butt.  The other garter strap gave way a moment later.

". . . ten . . . nine . . . eight . . . seven . . ."

She convulsed, pounding herself down at him.  It was too late for 
either of them to stop now.

"Oh, God!  Oh!"

Jack grunted, humping up at her as if she were riding a carnival 
attraction.

" . . . three . . two . . . one . . . Happy New Year!"

Kay let out a shriek as the fireworks went off behind them, shuddering 
with the vibrations of the compressor.  Jack stabbed up at her with 
everything he had, coming so hard it almost hurt.  They shook and 
quivered together, Kay falling forward on to his chest, as the crowd 
cheered and howled and began singing "Auld Lang Syne."  

Still shaking in the last vestiges of climax, they lay together, trying 
to catch their breath.  Kay rolled her hips slowly against his 
deflating cock, luxuriating in the giant vibrator they lay on top of.  
Jack began to laugh at what they had done.

Kay lifted up a bit and kissed his nose.

"Happy New Year."

"You too."

She sat up a bit further, looking around downtown.  

"The lights are still on."

"So is the air conditioning."

She laughed.

"But maybe not for much longer," she said.

"It's only eleven o'clock in Alaska."

She leaned back down, letting her hair fall into his face.

"And only ten o'clock in Hawaii."

"Will Ray notice you're gone?"

She kissed him.

"I'll tell him I went over to watch Ricky because he was ignoring me."

He laughed.

"'Shake your bon-bon.'"

She did.

* * *