3 comments/ 9388 views/ 0 favorites The Tales of Ariel Brody Ch. 01 By: Reefkeeper Everyone's over eighteen and of reasonably sound mind. * William Brody used to be an advertising executive with Reese & Pettibone. His biggest account was Island Creek Dairies. A nice middle level, safe account. Now he's an advertising executive with Nash Products. Now doesn't that sound important? He was working his way up the ladder, right? Wrong! He got fired by R & P. At Nash Products he'll sell you 500 ball point pens with your company's logo on them; but he won't do it very well. They might misspell the name or maybe send the order to the wrong address. You see, William Brody drinks; and I love him. He's my dad. If you were to ask me why he drinks the answer you'd receive would change from day to day. I suppose you could trace it back to his breaking up with my Mom, but if you asked her why they broke up she'd tell you it was because of his drinking. Chickens and eggs! Dad probably earned enough to stay on top of all our bills, but he had a penchant for buying rounds for the bar and that took a lot off the top so we had frequently had cases of the shorts. So I wound up babysitting a lot! Since I had little else to do while sitting, I studied. Consequently I got outstanding grades, but my social life was the pits. I hadn't been out with a boy in close to a year and although I could remember how most of their moving parts worked, I wasn't quite so sure about my own. I had been baby sitting at the Thompson's and got home at close to one A.M. Mrs. Patalounis was sitting on my front porch, a stern 'your rent is late' look in her eye. If she was on the porch, then Dad wasn't inside. "Hi Mrs. Patalounis! Is my father inside?" "If he was inside do you think he'd be leaving an old woman sitting on his front porch? He may be a lazy drinker, but I never call him rude! He did tell me that I would get rent today. He told me that I would get rent yesterday. I wonder what he'd tell me today. He probably wonders too and is out thinking of something good to tell me. Ariel, you know I've tried to be patient but my old bones don't need to walk over here so I can sit on some tenant's porch. You know my son Nicholas has told me not to do this. You know there is waiting list for these buildings. If I tell Nicholas that you're late again he would not be patient he would get for you eviction notice. You would be gone and I would be sad that a sweet young girl like you not has a home, but for your no-good father I would not be sad. Tell me what to do." If Dad was gone then the envelope with the cash in the back of the silverware drawer was gone too. "Mrs. Patalounis I thought we had enough to pay you. When my Dad comes home I'll talk to him and then I'll come to see you." "No! When I go home I want to sleep. I will call Nicholas and tell him he must not evict until 9 A.M. day after tomorrow. If you pay him tomorrow I will be satisfied. I give you one more day, more than that is not possible." "Thank you Ma'am." Dad got home after the bars closed. "Hey Honey, how was your day?" "Hi Daddy. My day was all right until I came home from the Thompson's to find Mrs. Patalounis on the front porch. The envelope's gone, Dad. That was most of what we needed to pay her." "Now Ariel I needed to meet with this exec over at Travers & Hines to talk about..." He could see the look in my eyes. "I'm sorry Ariel." I had tears in my eyes and my voice was a little husky. "Daddy someday you're going to have to show me where that rule is written that says that no one is ever allowed to buy Bill Brody a drink, ever. The rule that says he's the only one allowed to buy. It might help me understand." I went to bed. The next morning I pulled together every dollar I had saved up from baby sitting and retrieved $250 from Dad's pockets and was still $160 short. Oh well, time to face the music. "Dad," I yelled "I'm going over to Mr. Patalounis' office. I'll bring back something for lunch." Nicholas Patalounis' office was one of those stainless and glass monstrosities that screamed 'sterile' at you the moment you entered its maw. Since it was Saturday there was no receptionist. I knocked on his door. "Yeah, come on in." he shouted. He was leaning back in his chair with his feet up on one of the drawers of hanging files in his desk. There was another man seated in one of the chairs facing his desk. "Oh, I didn't realize you were busy. I'll come back." I started to back out. "Bad idea! My mother made me promise not to throw you and the drunk out until tomorrow, but if you don't pay up before I leave today your pretty little ass is sitting on some curbside by the end of next week, and I'm not sure when I'm leaving today." "Well I..." I pointedly looked over at the man in the chair." "You can talk in front of Lou. So, do you have my money?" "Yes, well, most of it. I've got all of in except $160 which I can give you when my Dad gets paid on Friday." I put the cash on his desk. "You're short." "Yes, but only $160." He handed the cash to Lou. "Put this away and write her a receipt." He turned back to me. "You're still short." "You'll get the rest on Friday!" The desperation was creeping into my voice and I hated it. "Doesn't matter. If you were $10 short and I'd get it tomorrow, you'd still be short. What you're not picking up on is that I'd be happier with you two gone so I could re-let the place for a hundred bucks a month more. Now, you got the rest of my money?" I looked him in the eye hoping for some sign of compassion, and finding none I turned and started to leave his office. I put my hand on the doorknob. "You got anything else?" I didn't turn around. My hand was still on the doorknob as I answered "What do you mean?" "You know what I mean. In lots of cultures they work on a barter economy, trading goods and services for other goods and services. You got any other services you can perform to help pay your rent?" So there it was. I never consciously thought about his asking that question, but I also didn't allow myself to think of why, after having already gotten dressed this morning, I went back to my room to change into prettier underwear. Attorneys sometimes objected to testimony saying 'asked and answered', meaning they objected to the question because in another form, the same question had already been asked and the answer given. I guess in the back of my mind I had already asked myself this question and already gotten an answer. "Yes." I answered. "Yes, I do." I turned around. "What would you like me to do?" "For starters go over there by the window and get undressed... slowly." I walked over to the chair Lou had been sitting in and unbuttoned my shirt. I took it off and was unbuttoning my jeans when Lou came back with my receipt. I quickly grabbed my shirt and tried to cover up. "Don't stop, honey. Lou would probably like to see this too. Give her the receipt, Lou." I took off my jeans and reached for my bra. I knew I was turning red because there were two of them in the room. When I was standing there topless with only a skimpy pair of panties separating me from complete nudity, I stopped. I stood there staring at Nicholas so that he knew that if he wanted anything else he'd have to lose Lou. My standard of where to draw a line may have been shaken up, but I could still draw one. "I'll call you on your cell, Lou." Lou smiled. "I think this is probably a good time for me to run a few errands." As he walked past me Lou tweaked my right nipple. When I heard the door shut behind me and I knew Lou had left, I pushed my panties to the floor. Nicholas beckoned me to come over to him at his desk. He picked me up with his hands under my butt and sat me on the edge of the desk. Recognizing the inevitability of my situation, I decided that it would be better for me to be an active participant rather than a slab of meat. I leaned forward, unbuckled his pants and pulled him to his feet with his belt. I looked from his member to his face. "Protection. Where?" He pulled open a desk drawer and nodded. I took a condom and put it on him. He reached for it and I slapped his hand away. "I'd rather do this myself, thank you." I swung my right ankle onto his shoulder and with my left hand guided him into me. Swinging my left leg up completed the tableau. Holding the edge of the desk I started the rhythm going. It only took a few strokes before he became an active participant. My mind became a clock imagining how much longer my mortification might last. As I was pulling my jeans up he commented, "You know if you want we could make this a regular thing. You'd be helping your father out with the rent." I shook my head. "Not for a hundred and sixty dollars help." "No, we could make it two hundred off for every time we got it on!" "I'll have to think about it." "Not much to think about. If it's not next month it'll be the month after. You know he'll drink the rent one of these days." "We'll see." I walked up to him with my hand extended. "I hope you'll tell your mother that it was Dad who came up with the money." He shook my hand. "Okay, I will. Only why you still stick up for that boozer is beyond me." I walked home deep in thought. I should feel different somehow. Yesterday I was an eighteen year-old girl who mused sadly about how long it had been since I last kissed a boy. Today I was a eighteen year-old prostitute. No one cares about the why of prostitution, the act is everything. Nicholas was right about one thing, though. If I stuck my head in the sand and didn't face up to Dad's shortcomings I'd be on my back on his desk again at the end of the month. With nothing to show for it. That's what it was all about, really. I had turned a trick to make our overdue rent bill go away, but if I had made an affirmative action and turned the same trick the day before, the rent bill would be paid and I'd have at least $140 of my baby-sitting money back. I turned right instead of left at the next corner, went to the end of the block and went into the Hyatt. I found my way to the concierge station. I said to him "I was wondering if you could spare a few minutes to talk about a possible business relationship." He looked me straight in the eye for three or four seconds. "Yeah, I could do that. Fifty-fifty split." I shook my head. "No thank you sir. I'm sorry I disturbed you." I turned to leave. "Wait up! That's a fair arrangement." "I'm sure it is for shopworn hookers. I'm fresh, I don't do drugs, you won't find any tattoos, and I could easily pass for sixteen. Those factors promote satisfied customers who increase your income. I would be willing to pay a $75 referral fee." "Well, I don't know." I could see he'd take it; he just needed his ego stroked. "I'll tell you what," I smiled "after four referrals I might let you have a free sample." His face lit up. He probably hadn't been laid since the Ice Age. "Okay, it's a deal." I kissed him on the cheek and gave him my cell phone number. I didn't make it to the corner before my cell rang. I could hear how smug he was. "How's this for service? The guest in 483 just asked for a young lady for some companionship. Can you come back?" "Sure, give me five minutes." I went across the street to a drugstore to buy rubbers and rubbing oil. It was embarrassing. I knocked on the door to 483. It was answered by a man in his forty's. He looked like a caricature of an accountant. "Hi! I'm Anna." I acted bubbly. "Please come in and excuse me, I'm on the phone." He went over to the night table and picked up the receiver. "It was room service. I ordered some lunch in while I'm working on these reports. Look I'll talk to you later Arlene, do whatever you want about the electrician. I'll be back on Saturday. Kiss the kids for me. Love you!" He hung up the phone. He looked sheepish. "That was my wife." I smiled. "I figured." "How much for your services?" "For $400 I'll give you the best nude massage you've ever had." "Massage, You mean that's all?" I put on my most coquettish face. "Why you certainly don't think I'd do anything nasty for money, do you?" I lowered my eyes and continued in a softer voice. "I guess I should warn you though. When I get naked sometimes I get very horny and lose control. So if I start to come on to you or attack you physically, I want to apologize out front." "Don't worry, if you act in an unseemly manner I'll chalk it up to an upwelling of passion and forgive you." He counted out the money. I kissed his cheek. "I'm going to warm the oil a little in the microwave. Why don't you get undressed?" I put some oil in a drinking glass and while it was warming I got undressed. I actually knew a couple of massage principles, if not the specific strokes. I knew that if you confined your strokes to the direction of the venous flow, you were 80% of the way home. I straddled him sitting on his ass as I rubbed him. When I flipped him over I was surprised to see he wasn't hard yet. I started to confine my efforts to creating a penis hard enough to do the job. Between rubbing him with my hands while kissing and licking the head I finally succeeded; sort of. He finally came, again sort of, but he was happy." I couldn't wait to get home to my shower. After I got home and showered, I lay on my spread naked and softly crying. Hooker, prostitute, call girl, whore, I had never pictured a time when any of those titles would apply to me. I felt I owed myself ten minutes of self pity, but only ten minutes. I had always had hopes of going to college and studying to be a large animal vet. My grades were good, excellent in fact. I had always known, however, that it was all a pipe dream. Even with a good scholarship there were still living expenses and I knew I couldn't rely on Dad to help. I cried myself to sleep. When I woke up the next morning I was actually kind of chipper. We didn't owe any rent and I had a few hundred in my pocket. I knew I'd nail the Earth Sciences exam today. All things considered I guess I couldn't complain. We weren't allowed to have our cell phones on in class so I checked for messages at lunchtime. There was one from Luis at the Hyatt. I returned the call. When he knew it was me he got angry. "Listen you; I called over two hours ago. What kinda shit is this?" "Look Luis, I go to school. Very rarely would I be able to take a call before three o'clock. Live with it. Now, if you have a client that can wait until four o'clock set it up and leave a message on my cell. If he can't or won't wait, you'll have to get someone else." I hung up. My last class was my ES exam. I really nailed it as I expected. If I didn't get an 'A' I'd be shocked. I was finished ten minutes early and my teacher 'excused me to study hall', which meant I could leave early. I called Luis at 2:30. He picked up right away. "Good, it's you. The guy said four o'clock was okay. He's in the Suite up on twelve, 1204." I answered. "I'll be there." I knocked on 1204 exactly on time. The door was answered by a guy who looked like an actor. Over six foot tall, trim build, a shock of silver white hair, really expensive hand stitched suit, he looked to be in his middle sixties, all in all very patrician. "Please come in. I'm so pleased and impressed about your punctuality." "Thank you." I sat on the sofa in the huge living room of the suite. He looked me up and down and said "I apologize for staring but you're quite extraordinarily beautiful, and so very young." Again I thanked him. "Originally this was to be an afternoon's diversion. It occurs to me now that after we have our session I'd very much like to take you to a dinner party I'm going to this evening. I know it's rather last minute, but can you fit me into your schedule?" I answered honestly "I'd really love to but I didn't come prepared. I don't have anything appropriate to wear." He sighed an exaggerated sigh. "I suppose I'll have to postpone my carnal desires and take you shopping, all right?" I grinned. "It sounds divine." He picked up the phone. "Good afternoon. I'm delighted to say that my grandniece dropped in for an unexpected visit. It does, however, create a bit of a complication for dinner. What time does the ladies spa normally close? Well I'd be most appreciative if they could delay their closing until after six. She'll be needing a make-up and hair stylist to prepare her for an eight-thirty dinner... Really! Thank you so much." He hung up the phone and turned to me. "They don't want to keep the shop open so they're sending some girls up here to help you out. I hope you don't think of this as my being pushy." "Of course not." "Fine, let's go shopping." He introduced himself as David Knowles and took me to a boutique where none of the outfits bore price tags. We settled on a royal blue diaphanous strapless that we both agreed made me look like Grace Kelly, sort of. I loved my dress. I loved it so much I didn't have a heart attack when I saw the credit card receipt for $2,800. When we got back to the hotel there were three girls waiting in the suite. They asked David to leave and settled for his promise to confine himself to his own bedroom. They bathed me and then settled me into a salon chair on wheels they must have brought up to the second bedroom. One girl worked on my hair, another my makeup, and the third confined herself to my nails, giving me a pedicure while my hands were soaking for my manicure. At eight fifteen one of them went to fetch David. I looked in the mirror and felt beautiful. I told the girls how pleased I was. When David entered the room he looked at me and turned to the staff. "Lovely, absolutely lovely." He turned to me. "Well, my dear, we really must run." He handed cash to each of the girls. I couldn't see how much it was, but from the looks on their faces they looked appropriately pleased. We took the elevator down to the lobby floor and as we walked through the hotel to the cabstand every male eye was on me. If I could have, I would have purred. I headed for the cab, but David steered me toward a black stretch Lincoln. The driver held the door for us. It turned out that the dinner we were going to was in a private residence in the Kalorama section of Washington. It didn't take me very long to realize that David was some kind of mover and shaker. Our table seated eight. There were two U.S. Senators and their wives, Frank Wright, the owner of one of this year's Kentucky Derby hopefuls and his wife Kathleen, and the two of us. The dinner conversation was about which Congressional races would be most affected by the recent rise in oil prices; boring. I tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. I turned to Frank Wright "Are you headed through Florida this spring?" He looked questioningly at me. "I beg your pardon?" "Well three years ago you took Freeze the Moment through Florida winning the Holy Bull and the Fountain of Youth before encountering traffic problems in the Florida Derby. I still feel that that unfortunate misstep in the Wood cost you a Kentucky Derby. The rest of that field wasn't in his class. Last year you started along the same route with Sterling Intentions until you scratched him before the Fountain. The media was never very specific about what his injury was but I have my own theory." I had the entire table's attention now. Mr. Wright was hanging on my every word. "Miss Brody I'd love to hear your theory. What was wrong with Sterling?" I was having fun. "If I get it right will you tell me?" "I promise. Cross my heart!" The two Senators wives laughed at that. Mrs. Wright spoke for the first time. She had been staring at me. "Frank, I'll bet you a hundred dollars that she gets it right." The Tales of Ariel Brody Ch. 01 "Done." Every eye was on me and David actually looked proud of me. I answered. "Nothing. There was no injury to Sterling at all. You decided to give him some time so that his knees would close. He's a wonderful colt with a bright future and you didn't want to jeopardize it pushing him through the rigors of the Derby campaign with questionable knees." Frank turned to David. "David your grandniece is the most insightful girl, no, the most insightful person about horses I've ever met. Shame on you for keeping her hidden." He turned to me, "How did you know that? You're right on target of course, but I'd love to hear your reasoning." "Well, I saw his Holy Bull and thought his stride was as fluid in the stretch run as I've seen. That probably left either a training accident or immature knees. His sire OutoftheBox throws babies that become wonderful older horses, but his youngsters appear to be either devoid of talent or plagued with injuries. To me that spells immature. They're late bloomers. By the way, sir, I can't tell you how much I respect you for that decision. The aura of the Kentucky Derby mesmerizes most owners. Not many would scratch a healthy animal like you did." "Thank you, I try to do what's best for my athletes. It really is the right business decision. At the risk of offending your granduncle I'd love to offer you a job in my horse operation." I smiled. "Thanks, but I'm still in High School. I'm hoping to become a large animal vet." David jumped into the conversation at this point. "Frank, stop trying to derail my master plan. The deal is that if Ariel can get into Cornell Veterinary School on her own merits, I'll pick up the tab." The smile on my face never wavered. I was well aware of the role of ingénue I was playing for these people as well as the other role of hooker I would be playing back in the hotel suite, but for a moment I was swept into the fantasy. My heart leapt. Cornell would be the answer to my every prayer. I guess the dinner was successful, I'm pretty sure I said the right thing at the right time for the rest of the evening, but half my mind was still fantasizing about going to classes and labs at one of the foremost veterinary institutions in the country. As we were leaving, Frank brought me back to reality. "Ariel, if I can clear it with David and of course your parents, would you like to spend Thanksgiving at our farm in Lexington? Kathleen and I would love to show you our horses." I squeezed David's arm and looked up at his face as if asking permission. He nodded. "I'd have to get my Dad's okay, but I'd love it. Could Uncle David come too?" "Oh I suppose we can put him up in the stable somewhere. David?" "I'd be delighted. It will give me the opportunity to chase Kathleen around the house while the two of you are with your horses. Who knows, I might even catch her!" Everyone laughed and Kathleen answered "Oh I'm sure you'll be far too busy to waste time chasing me." She addressed the Senators and their wives. "Put these two in a room and they just lose track of the rest of the world!" When Kathleen referred to 'these two' everyone assumed she was talking about Frank and David, but I could see in her eyes that she meant David and me. She might not know about the money, but she'd figured out that you could put grandniece in italics. In the car I nestled up against David's chest. "Do Frank and Kathleen talk to each other?" "Constantly, but if you're asking if she'll tell him about us, it's completely unnecessary. It was Frank who told her. Now don't worry about it." I got angry. "Please don't tell me not to worry. I had a truly wonderful time this evening, perhaps the best I've ever had. Is it so strange that I'd want to hang on to the illusion of respect I'd gained at dinner this evening? Am I so unusual in that I'd rather be thought of as a precocious high-school girl who's knowledgeable about horses rather than your cute little whore?" I wound up crying against his chest. He held me closely and kissed the top of my head. "My sweet little Ariel, you may not understand it now, but you shouldn't wish to be thought of as anything but what you are. For you are a precocious high-school girl who's knowledgeable about horses; just as you are my cute little whore, along with a myriad of other things the sum total of which forms an incredibly self-confident and fascinating woman. The Senators and their wives accepted you at face value as my grandniece and were enchanted by you, as blissfully unaware of your true status as they are about most things in this world. The Wrights, however, started out the evening assuming that you were a hooker I'd picked up somewhere and they too became enchanted by you. Believe me when I say that the invitation to Kentucky is one which is very rarely offered. Now isn't their admiration and respect worth ever so much more because they know the truth about you? I have no idea the set of circumstances which culminated in you turning tricks out of the Hyatt. I suspect I will know soon enough because I want to. I want to because I'm fascinated by everything you've shown me so far, and I want to see more." He kissed the top of my head. I kissed him back on the lips, a kiss which lasted until we pulled up to the portico at the hotel. I smiled at him. "If we're going into the hotel, I suggest you take your hand out of my panties. It might be more seemly as we walk across the lobby." When we got to the suite David started to undress for bed. Instead of doing the same I sat on the sofa. He looked over. "Aren't you joining me?" "I'm watching you undress, just as I expect you to watch me undress when it's my turn." "I'm looking forward to it." I had never 'stripped' before an audience before. I found I loved having his undivided attention. I did feel more like a girl stripping for her lover than a performer. I knew for sure that the way I felt I would have done David for free. I could hardly wait for him to be inside of me. He was sitting on the end of the bed and when I slipped my panties down so that I was left wearing stockings, a garter belt and heels, he held out his arms for me to come into them. He kneaded my ass with both hands as his tongue darted into me. My knees started to buckle and in less than three minutes I actually came! My fists were gripping his hair so tightly I was afraid I'd pull some out. He grabbed my hips and threw me to the bed. I pulled up my legs and held onto my shoes over my head. He climbed on top of me and slid into me. The sex was really nice. When we were done he asked whether I could stay the night. I replied, "I was hoping you'd ask." I called Dad and told him I wouldn't be home tonight, that I was staying with a friend. His only comment was, "What not studying? I sure hope you're getting laid." "Could be, Goodnight Daddy." As I walked back to the bed I smiled and said, "He told me to get laid." "I'll be sure to accommodate him." The next morning I awoke in his arms. It was nice. David asked "Is your mother living?" "Yes, she is. Dad's not an heroic widower, he's a loveable drunk." I gave him the story of my home life, Mom's foibles, Dad's fears, and the financial mishap which caused me to wind up on my back. I was amazed it was only the day before yesterday that I walked into Nicholas' office. "I'm pleased to hear that you're new to the life. It might make it easier for me since I'm about to try to talk you out of it." "What is this thing about guys hiring hookers and then trying to talk them out of being hookers? It seems to me that that becomes self defeating eventually. If you were all successful, there'd be none of us left to do this..." I flipped around and took his penis in my mouth, let it slip out, and continued talking. "Or any of the other things we did last night. You sir, spent the night with a hooker." He wiped an imaginary bead of sweat from his brow. "Whew! Is that who I was with last night? For a while I was afraid I was committing incest with my grandniece. Just for clarification then, does that mean that if I had refused to pay you wouldn't have had sex with me last night?" I rested my chin on the backs of my hands, which were still holding his penis. "After the wonderful evening I had yesterday, I would have paid you for the privilege of sleeping with you." David nodded his head, picked up the notepad and pen from the night table and continued. "Here's my proposal." He wrote a number on the pad. "This is Frank Wright's number. Call him and accept his job under the following conditions. The employment would be for weekends only. My car will pick you up after school on Fridays and take you to Signature Flight Support at National where you'll be flown to Lexington. Some weekends I'll be with you, other weekends I won't be able to join you. I'm sure whatever compensation Frank pays you will be sufficient to take care of any rent shortfalls which may occur at your home. More importantly the experience at and recommendation from a farm of the stature of Gateway will stand you in good stead with the admissions office at Cornell. You will be expected to save some of your earnings from Gateway to take care of pocket money at school. I, of course, will take care of all tuition and fees. On your part, you are expected to give up your career as a prostitute. That's it." I couldn't think of what to answer. I was shocked by everything having to do with Cornell, since I hadn't taken him seriously at dinner. It was certainly the most wonderful thing that anyone had ever done for me. My eyes started to fill with tears. I snaked myself up into his arms so that could rest my head on his chest while I held his hand against my breast. I was sure he could see how I felt so I wanted to make light of the situation. I finally said, "No prostitution. Does that mean I have to stop fucking you?" "No it doesn't, but it does mean that this is the last night I'm paying for." I shook my head. "I'd be crazy not to say yes, but it all seems like rather a convoluted plan if your main intention was to save money on hookers." He hit me with a pillow. The Tales of Ariel Brody Ch. 02 Everybody's old enough, foxy enough, you're better off reading Chapter 1 first, blah blah... * William Brody was passed out on the sofa. It's funny how, with a very little experience, you can get to recognize the difference between asleep and passed out. I felt a little heartsick because he'd been doing so well the past few weeks. I could see that he'd had enough of a snootful this time that I'd have to help him to bed; William Brody's my Dad. He works for an advertising novelty firm which is the current rung on the ladder he's working his way down. I'm Ariel Brody and I'm not quite sure how to describe myself. I'm a high school student who's studying to get into Cornell Veterinary School. I'm also the part-time administrative assistant to Frank Wright. His thoroughbred breeding and racing operation is ranked as being in the top twenty in the country. I got the job with Frank after having been referred by David Knowles. Now we get to the hard part; how to describe my relationship with David. To say that he's my sixty-one year-old lover would only be partially accurate. I guess you could say that he's my Sugar Daddy were it not for the fact that he doesn't give me any money. He probably will be giving me some money if I get into Cornell, though. The deal we have is that if I can get into Cornell on my own merits he'll pick up the tab for tuition and fees. Actually, that's just part of the deal. The whole deal was that in return for getting me the job with Frank's Gateway Farms and paying my way through college and vet school I was to agree not to turn any tricks. Not that I had even the slightest desire or inclination to be a prostitute, it's just that that was how we met. He was staying at the Hyatt in D.C. and I was the hooker who was sent up to his room in response to his call. I'd only been a hooker for twenty seven hours and David was only my third customer, but that's how we met. Dad had drunk our rent and our landlord had suggested that I could partially pay that month's rent by rendering 'other services' for him. I agreed and he became the first of my three clients. Facing the reality which I had thus created, I decided that selling myself in the Hyatt would be far more remunerative that servicing Mr. Patalounis the landlord. Hence came David; several times as I remember! Dad's timing could have been better. Howard, David's driver, was waiting outside to take me to National Airport so I could fly to Lexington for my weekend job at Gateway. David wasn't flying down with us, but he was meeting me at the farm. I called Howard in and between the two of us we got Dad into bed. I left him a note telling him what to eat for the weekend and left. One of the nice things about having money, or at least about David's having money, can be found in airports. If I had booked myself to Lexington Kentucky I would have had to get to the airport at least two hours before the flight, schlep my bags through painfully long lines so I could pay for the right to be abused by a staff of ignorant security paranoids who feel threatened by the steel shanks in my Sketchers and whose cumulative IQs don't add up to the numerical size of those sketchers; only to be told at the gate that even though the plane wasn't scheduled to depart for another twenty-five minutes they had a policy not to board anyone in the last thirty minutes. Have a nice day! Howard drove me to the general aviation side of the airport, drove the Lincoln right up to David's Cessna Citation where he put my luggage and me aboard, and then put the Lincoln in the hanger the Cessna had just left. He made sure I was securely buckled in, strapped himself in too, and took off. Nobody cared if we were an hour early or late, or that my key chain ornament was one of the world's smallest switchblades at 1½ inches. Nobody asked Howard about the 9MM Beretta in his armpit for which he had carry permits in Virginia, D.C., and Kentucky. In short it was hassle free travel. After we landed in Lexington it was my turn to drive. One of the perks of my job was the use of a loaded Hummer H2. Howard got the bags from the Cessna, threw them in the back of the car and got in the passenger side. He knew better than to try to drive. The H2 was my baby! I dropped Howard off at the bungalow he always used before I headed to the clinic to check on a yearling filly with a viral infection I was very concerned about. I was taking a break behind the clinic watching the horses in the paddocks when someone came up behind me and reached around to unbuckle my jeans. I smiled to myself. "Whoever you are, you'd better perform really well if you're going to throw me behind schedule!" David pulled my tank top and bra over my head and started to kiss the back of my neck while his hand went into my pants. "Not much privacy here big boy!" "Ask me if I care." "Just for the record, are you trying to seduce me or is this a rape?" "You pick, and by the way; ask me if I care." I was rapidly getting to the point where I didn't care either. I unbuckled his pants and pushed them to the ground as I pulled him on top of and into me. After we were done David hiked himself up on one elbow. "Interesting odor." "That's because you made love to me while I was lying on top of a pile of horseshit. You're going to have to hose me down before I can get dressed. "Well we'd better get to it if we're going to be on time for dinner." I gathered my clothes and let David carry them as I strutted ahead of him to the wash rack on the end of the building. I knew I looked good naked. As he was hosing me down with the warm water hose we used for bathing the horses, Kathleen Wright came around the corner. She smiled at us but never broke stride. "No David, this wash rack is for horses. Horses are the four legged ones. Your grandniece only has two legs that I can see; nice ones, I might add." At the dinner where I first met the Wrights, I had been introduced to them as his grandniece. Dinner was delightful. Frank and I went through the list of horses, comparing notes as to what course of action was advisable for each animal. David flirted with Kathleen who was wearing a scrumptious lime green translucent dress which left almost nothing to the imagination. I couldn't imagine how any of the three of us could keep our hands off that abundant figure. She stood up. "It's a beautiful evening. Cordials and desert will be served poolside everyone." Kathleen usually allowed me one after dinner drink with the 'grown-ups' and I did have a taste for Grand Marnier. Frank was the only one who succumbed to a piece of Sacher Torte. Mostly we were just relaxing after a satisfying day. Conversation was at a minimum so it startled me when Kathleen spoke. "Well I can't take it any longer. The water just looks too tempting. Avert your eyes if you must, but I'm going in." With that she slipped out of her dress, kicked off her shoes, and having nothing left to take off, dove in. I wanted to join her, but my gut told me that Frank would be embarrassed having a naked teenage girl in his pool. It would sort of rub his nose in David's and my affaire. So I stripped down to my underwear and dove in wearing bra and panties. I guess even that was too much for Frank as he bade everyone goodnight. David came over to me at the edge of the pool. "I want to get up in time to watch the babies work at five thirty so I think I'll turn in too." I reached up and laced my fingers around his neck. That he was able to stand up with me hanging on him was impressive. I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him hard and wet. I could feel his hands in my panties squeezing my ass as we kissed. I guess he figured Kathleen was okay with just about anything. "All right if I swim for a while before I wake you up to sexually assault you?" I bit his lip. "Sure, but we'll have to see who assaults whom!" He walked back toward the bungalow. Kathleen had gotten out of the pool and was at the poolside bar making herself a drink. I called back toward her. "I know I've already had my evening ration, but I'd love another GM." "I'm way ahead of you Ariel." She was headed back toward me with two glasses and the GM bottle. I sat on one of the chaises. "I feel clammy sitting in wet underwear. Do you mind?" I took off my bra and panties. "Strip away! I loved how you looked in the wash rack." She poured the two drinks, handed one to me and sat on the other chaise. "I know he's the most charming man I've ever met, but how did sixty-one year old David wind up with someone who's six months one side or the other of the line that defines jailbait?" She leaned toward me with her glass. "Cheers!" I clinked glasses with her and downed my two fingers in one gulp. "We got together because he is charming and opposites attract?" "Don't fish for complements." She reached for the bottle and poured for us both. It took a few minutes for me to compose a real answer to her question and she gave them to me, apparently contemplating her glass of booze. "I guess I got lucky. My Dad and I had a severe case of the shorts, and little Miss Take Charge here decides that prostitution was the solution to our short term money problems. I got lucky because twenty seven hours into my new career my third client turned out to be David. We talked, we had sex, we talked, and then we made love. He told me I was through with hooking and I was. He told me I was going to work here weekends and I am. He told me that the addition of my experience here to my application would help get me into Cornell. I don't know if it was that which did the trick or not, but I got my acceptance letter on Thursday. I'm sure that there must be a statistic somewhere saying that the odds are about a million to one against us lasting any length of time, but we enjoy being around each other." I poured for us both. "Cool. Who knows, maybe it'll last awhile." She turned toward me. "So this all happened the night of the dinner at the Cuthbert's when Frank and I first met you?" "Yep. I've known David about five hours longer than I've known you." She was back to contemplating her glass. "After a while, do you get the feeling you're I-Ving pure sugar when you drink this stuff?" I had put the bottle down on the side of my chaise away from Kathleen, so she had to lean across me to reach it. I couldn't help myself, I squeezed her breast. She immediately flipped over so she was on her back in my lap. My hand ran up and down her body as she pulled my face down to kiss her. The kiss went on for a long time as our hands explored each other. Then she pulled away. "I guess if we expect men to follow rules, then we should too." "I beg your pardon?" "If you want to continue this sometime, hit on me when you haven't had a quarter bottle of Grand Marnier. We respect guys who take the amount of alcohol the girl's had into account, so I guess I should be just as noble." She sighed. "I was enjoying your kiss, though." I stretched and purred. "You have succeeded in starting my motor. I may just take you up on your invitation some time." I started to walk naked down the lane to the bungalows. I tossed over my shoulder, "In the meantime, I think it's time to rape David. Goodnight!" "Somehow I don't think he'll resist too hard. Goodnight Ariel." When I got to the bungalow David was sound asleep. I crawled under the sheet and took his penis in my mouth. As it began to get hard, David started to wake up. Funny how that happens! He reached over, grabbed my hips and pulled me on top of him. As he kissed everything from my inner thighs to my lower belly his hands stroked my body so lightly it bordered on being ticklish. My nerve endings were cranked up to the point where even the slightest touch had a powerful effect on me. He was rubbing his nose against my clit and I could feel how wet I was. I knew I had come at least twice. I had never let anyone cum in my mouth before but I was determined for that to happen now. When he started to explode I could feel a simultaneous paroxysm in myself. I think I screamed. I glanced over at the clock and saw it was almost five AM. "Sir, it's almost five o'clock. Time for your shower if you want to watch the babies work." "I'm not sure I can walk to the shower much less soap myself. That was something!" "I kinda liked it myself. In fact, even though I'm mostly convinced that the difference in our ages will do us in; right this minute I'm in love with you. I know I love your cock! I'll tell you what; if you can handle the walking, I'll handle the soaping. Besides, I don't want Kathleen to think I'd fucked you into unconsciousness." He groaned, but he got up and started toward the shower. "I'm sticky. You are one juicy wench!" I ran up behind him and bit his ass. "Just an expression of my passion for you m'dear, you make me wet." We showered and went out to the horses. The ones we were watching were yearlings and they were going through the process most people referred to as 'breaking'. Up to this point all the babies' time had been devoted to play. Now they were embarking on their new careers as racehorses. Now they still played most of the day, only now some of the games were those chosen by their human companions. To a horse each new experience must be approached with caution. Being led to the left when their natural inclination might be to go to the right would often be viewed with trepidation. A blanket on one's back can be scary to an animal that's never had one. David whispered in my ear. "Want to go riding this afternoon?" "Are you asking me to ride a horse or ride you?" "Both would be fine with me, but I was thinking of riding horses out to a spot I know by the river. Then I get to ride you, or vice versa." "Sounds great." The weekend was great. I accomplished a lot, I learned a lot, and I screwed a lot. What could be better? When I got to my front door back in D.C. I was surprised to find that it was unlocked. I went in. "Daddy, are you here?" "In the kitchen, Ariel." I dropped my bags and went into the kitchen. "Why aren't you at work? Aren't you feeling well?" "I'm fine, I'll be a little late but I'll leave in a minute. Ariel, who's Luis?" My heart stopped. Luis is the concierge at the Hyatt that pimped for me on two tricks of my brief sojourn into prostitution. "He's a guy I used to talk to once in a while, but I decided that he was a creep. I haven't talked to him in ages." "Well he's called twice this weekend and he does give me the creeps. The first time he just left a message with his number. The second time he told me that it was in my best interests to make sure you returned his call. It sounded like he was trying to threaten me." I faked a laugh. "That little creep won't take no for an answer, will he? Well I know how to make him go away. He's married and he's more afraid of her than just about anything else." I went for my bags. "Don't worry Daddy; I'll take care of Mister Rojas!" I decided that a physical confrontation would be more to my advantage than having it out over the phone, so I went straight to the Hyatt. I marched right up to the concierge station and got angry. "How dare you call my father and threaten..." "Hold on Miss Tough Guy! All I wanted was to know when to set up the appointment for you and Mr. Bennett?" "Are you completely brain dead? I don't trick anymore! I wouldn't..." "Boy you're awfully excitable today. You din't let me finish. Mr. Bennett's not a John; he's from D. C. Children's Welfare Services." My jaw dropped. I didn't know what to say or feel. "I guess that shut you up, huh Missy? Anyway, how's four o'clock sound? I know how you don' like appointments before four on a school day!" "Why do I want to meet with this person?" "Well you know, it's for your own protection. You know, teenage hooker, no visible mother, alcoholic father; sounds like 'lack of proper supervision' to me! I 'spect they'll make you a ward of the District after they take you away from that drunken father! They probably won't like any unsupervised trips to Kentucky, either. Is that called interstate tricking? I dunno." "They can't prove a thing." "Really? I dunno; I think they can prove your father's a drunk. I think they'll be able to induce me to testify that you worked this hotel on two occasions. I din't want to make extra work for housekeeping those days so I saved the cum-stained sheets from Room 483 and Suite 1204. I bet they know how to do a DNA somethin' to prove that Miss Ariel Brody was being boinked by Mr. Arthur Collins in 483 and by Mr. David Knowles in 1204. Oh, and those two guys can kiss their asses goodbye. I don't know if its statutory rape or child molestation or whatever, but they better kiss their wives along with their asses, 'cause the only kisses they're gonna be getting' are from guys named Bruno." "But I'm eighteen!" "True, but the publicity can't do either one of them any good. Oh Hell, I'm sure a prosecutor can come with something to charge 'em with. Your Dad'll probably be mad too, don't you think>" I was numb. "What do you want?" Luis smiled his most lecherous smile. "To be friends, tha's all. You're gonna be my good friend. 'S a matter of fact you're gonna be in my stable. You're going to trick for me when I want and where I want. Tha's all! Oh, and you can forget about 'a free sample after four referrals' shit! I fuck you whenever I want. As a matter of fact, I want now! Let's go upstairs." I didn't say a word. I followed Luis. My whole life was in tatters. Even while he was on top of me, thrusting away, I was only half aware of him. I just saw everything I wanted, everything I valued, drifting away. The Gateway, Cornell, David, all gone. It wasn't enough that I come to the Hyatt when he had someone lined up. He had me show up after school whether he had someone scheduled or not. Yesterday he took me back to the 'just in case' room that the hotel employees used for themselves. He made me give him a blowjob and then sent me home while he was muttering about 'wasting a night with no income'. Tonight though... Tonight he had no appointment scheduled so he dressed me in satin hot pants and a halter top. Made me wear a pair of 5 inch tall 'fuck-me' pumps and sent me out to street walk Vermont Avenue. I was convinced that someone I knew would see me, but I found I didn't care anymore. I was in some guy's parked Toyota going down on him for $50 when there was a rap on the driver's window. "Don't stop bitch." The guy rolled down his window. "What the fuck do you want; can't you see I'm busy?" I could only see the pants and belt of the man outside the car but when he said, "Excuse me sir." I recognized Howard's voice. "Excuse me sir. I recognize that this is a delicate moment, but my employer sent me to ask you if you'd like to have $300?" "What?" "My employer desires this young lady but realizes you have paid for her services. You can either finish what you're doing, whereupon my employer shall hire her; or you can stop her now and receive the $300. My employer hates to wait." The guy grabbed me by the hair. "Cool it bitch. Some asshole just threw away $300 to stop me from shooting my wad in your face." He turned to Howard. "You can have her, but your employer just wasted a lot of money on a slut who's not even very good." Howard led me back to the Lincoln. I got in the jump seat and was surprised how in control I was, considering this was the first time I'd seen David since I'd gotten home. He just looked at me without speaking. I shrugged my shoulders and got down on my knees in front of him and started unzipping his fly. "Stop that." His voice was level, calm and controlled. The Tales of Ariel Brody Ch. 02 "I just figured that since you paid..." "I said stop that and sit over there." The car was moving so I couldn't get out, so I sat down. I don't know if my face showed any defiance, but I was ready to beat his ass if he got on me about the hooking. "Young lady you've missed two days of school this week and instead of being home studying I find you're out on the town!" I was dumbfounded. "Excuse me! I'm dressed like the cheapest street whore in town, Howard just took me from a car where I had a very unpleasant man's cock in my mouth, and you're asking about my study habits? " I lost whatever control I had had and flew at David with both fists flying. I hit him in the chest, arms, and shoulders; but avoided his face. I continued pounding even though I was sobbing hysterically. He neither attempted to push me away nor to defend himself. I finally wound up on the floor still sobbing. The car had pulled into David's garage and Howard carried me up to David's bedroom. The two of them undressed me and David handed Howard every stitch I had had on. "Trash them all. She takes a six shoe and a small in everything else. Watch out the top isn't too tight; she's a little bustier than the average 'small'. I don't care about colors." Howard left and David carried me into the bathroom. He lowered me into the hot tub and then undressed himself and joined me. He held me in his arms and rested his cheek on top of my head. "You sent Howard to buy me clothes?" He didn't answer right away. He just held me tight and whispered into my hair. "Shhhh...You don't need to talk now...Everything will be all right..." I groaned. "No...Nothing will ever be all right...ever again." "Shhh...Shhh...Shhh." He was rocking me like a baby. "Luis called my Dad..." I went on, in fits and starts, and told David everything. He just kept rocking me. I didn't remember falling asleep but I woke up alone early the next day. At the foot of the bed were three outfits. I looked them over. I said aloud to myself, "A little conservative, but not bad Howard. I'll bet you had help." I showered and dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen. Howard was making scrambled eggs and I could tell they were for me since he had mixed the freshly ground pepper into the eggs along with diced onion before they went into the pan, just the way I liked them. I walked up behind him. "Morning Howard, could you turn around?" As he did so I threw myself into his arms and hugged him as hard as I could. I kissed him on the cheek and whispered into his ear, "Thank you. Thank you for the clothes, thank you for being you." I kissed him again, this time on the lips. He hugged me back. "Believe me when I say 'My pleasure'. Breakfast in the solarium. There's already coffee out there. O.J. or G.J.?" "Grapefruit please!" I called out as I grabbed the paper and went out expecting to find David in the solarium, but instead finding... "Daddy?" He stood and took me in his arms. "Morning honey." "What are you doing here? Where's David?" "Out, I don't know where. He wanted us to have some time together. I guess if you really needed him Howard could find him." At that point Howard came in with my breakfast. "I'm headed over to the market, anyone need anything?" We both said together, "No, thank you." After Howard left I repeated my question to Dad. "Like I said, what are you doing here?" "I guess the answer is I'm licking my emotional wounds. I was asleep...make that passed out last night and the next thing I knew Howard and David were dragged me out of bed. All that business about using caffeine to sober up is nonsense. Adrenaline works faster. Howard held me and David slapped me repeatedly asking one question. 'Where is your daughter?' I kept telling him I didn't know, but he kept slapping and asking again. When I finally got angry enough to be mostly sober I screamed my answer 'If you're going to kill me get it over with. I told you I don't fucking know!' At that point Howard let go and David lowered his voice. 'You should know motherfucker! That's your most important job! Look, I want you to get hold of your temper for a little while and listen to me. Ariel is in trouble. I can and will get her out of this jam, but as long as she's forced to play the parent to you as child she's vulnerable to more problems. She needs a father and for some bizarre reason she's decided she loves you enough to want you for the role.' He then proceeded to tell me about Nicholas, Luis, and some of the things you've had to do to keep our little ship afloat." Dad was speaking through tears now. "Ariel, to say how sorry I am seems so inadequate. It is inadequate. I can't promise you anything with regard to my drinking and if I did you shouldn't believe me. I will say that nothing in this world is more important to me than that alcohol never interfere with my desire to be a good father." I got up out of my chair and curled up in his lap. "So what do you think of David, Pops?" "I think he's older than my father, that he's a dirty old letch, he should, in my opinion, be breaking a few laws every time he climbs into bed with you, that it can't possibly last, but that he was the perfect person, in the perfect place, at the perfect time to help my little girl when I couldn't; so he's okay by me!" "I like him a lot, I may even love him, and he's really good in bed." He winced. "A father doesn't need to hear that. I don't need to hear that. A thirty-eight year old male doesn't, however, mind hearing that there's a sex life twenty three years down the road. And it's also true that only one girl in a thousand lives out her life with her first sweetheart, so if a boyfriend's not going to last why not pick one who has a few bucks." "Dad he has his own jet. Howard's his pilot." "That doesn't suck! How about getting your old man some more coffee?" "You got it." Dad and I were still talking over coffee when David came home. I could see right away that the tension level rose dramatically. I didn't mind much since I knew Dad had a talent for winning people over, and David was naturally charming. I was about to tell a lewd joke but decided this wasn't the right audience. Dad finally asked the question which had been rolling around in the back of my head. So what do we do to keep Luis away from Ariel?" David looked over with a curious expression. "Luis? Luis Who? I don't know anyone called Luis and I don't think either of you do either." Dad and I looked at each other and knew that the subject shouldn't be pursued. Dad thanked David again and excused himself. Then David said "Ariel I've been up all night and I need some sleep. See you for dinner?" "Okay. I know I should be studying but I need to just wander around a little. Maybe clear my head." "Fine." He kissed me and headed upstairs. For the first time since I'd known him, David looked old. I walked all over. David's place was near Dumbarton Oaks and I just let my feet take me where they wanted. The running shoes Howard had picked out were really comfortable. I guess I wasn't really surprised that they took me to the Hyatt. I needed to know how David could be so sure Luis wouldn't cause problems. I went into the hotel. I was walking toward the concierge station when one of the bellmen stopped me. "Hey, you're Luis' friend right?" "Yeah, I am. I was just coming to see him." "Christ, you haven't heard! I can tell you how to see Luis, but he won't be seeing you. There was a gas main explosion last night under his building. Luis is alive, but he got burned bad, really bad. He's got no eyes; he breathed the flames into his lungs so he's on a respirator. They say his vocal cords got fucked up; he's a mess. They're calling him 'critical but stable'. One of the nurses said that even if he lives, he probably won't be able to communicate with anyone, ever. He'd just be a veggie. Luis the carrot. Oh, I forgot, sorry." I wandered out of the hotel in a state of shock. I didn't know how to react to it all. I walked right into a man standing in front of the hotel. I mumbled "Sorry." And looked up; right into Howard's face. "Want to walk some more?" I fell into step next to him and he steered me over toward K Street. "Did you ever see that Billy Crystal movie where he jumps in the river to save the cow?" I looked up at Howard, "It was called City Slickers, I saw it." "David did that once. It wasn't a cow it was a dog, but he jumped in the Potomac up by Great Falls to save some guy's Golden Retriever. He wound up getting knocked out hitting his head on a rock, almost drowned. You know Mrs. Esposito the cleaning lady? Well her sister's boy needed a bone marrow transplant. No money, no health insurance, no hope. Then this foundation calls the sister and asks for her permission to do the surgery for free, all expenses paid; so they can teach new surgeons how to do the operation. What a crock! That one cost him $280 thou'. Then there was the time he went partners with Jimmy Wertz on some real-estate deal down near Quantico. Wertz knocked a secretary up and worked out a deal with her where he'd fire the secretary, and then she'd sue the company for $200 grand for 'wrongful termination' making it seem like they fired her because she was pregnant. It was just a scam to get money out of David. That one cost him over $800,000." I interrupted, "But if she only sued for $200,000 how could it cost him that much?" "Because he found out about the hustle and hired all sorts of investigators and lawyers. He hired them first to successfully defend him in the suit, which they did, he didn't pay that bitch a penny. And then their job was to turn over every stone in Jimmy's life looking for any kind of dirt. Two years later Jimmy Wertz declared bankruptcy the week before they locked him up in Lorton for bribing a public official. Before he fucked with David Jimmy had been worth $20 million. So Ariel, the moral of the story is that if you're one of life's innocents David will move mountains to help you; and if you try to hurt him or his, God better help you 'cause nobody else will be able to. Don't feel sorry for Luis Rojas. Let's just say justice caught up to him with a vengeance!" "Is the car around? I want to go back to David's, he looked tired." "It's parked back by the Hyatt and what do you expect? He's sixty-one." I crawled into bed as gently as I could and took his head in my arms. I had intended to just hold him and let him sleep, but just like any man his lips quickly found their way to my nipple and before long he was on top of and inside me. There wasn't a pore on my face which wasn't individually kissed lovingly. It seemed that neither of us could get as close to the other as we wanted. David's arms were squeezing the breath from me and I was trying to do the same to him. I raised my hips in time to his thrusts. Each time he drew his cock back seemed like abandonment just as each reentry an act of forgiveness. For me, each time I have sex is a little different. This one felt like mutual forgiveness, it was nice. The Tales of Ariel Brody Ch. 03 Everybody's old enough, foxy enough, you're better off reading Chapter 1 first, blah blah... * I was pumped. It was that incredible feeling you get when you realize that the exam you were completing couldn't have been any easier if you had written the questions yourself. I could see the A in Chemistry which would solidify my 4.0 for the semester. I went over my answers one more time and, satisfied with them, turned in the booklet and left. I felt like I owed myself a party but looking at my watch realized I had to get home and grab my bags so I could head out to the airport. I'm Ariel Brody and I'm a nineteen year-old freshman at Cornell College of Agriculture and Life Sciences. My ultimate goal was to go on to the Veterinary School and become a large animal vet. I'm also the part-time administrative assistant to Frank Wright. His thoroughbred breeding and racing operation in Kentucky is ranked as being in the top ten in the country. The plane I had to catch would take me to that job in Lexington. I drove over to my apartment just off campus and as I was about to insert my key I noticed that my front door was slightly ajar. I had thought I had locked and pulled it closed but... Oh well, I'll be sure to next time. I went into my bedroom to get my bags when someone jumped out from behind the door and clasped one hand around my mouth while his other hand held one of my own kitchen knives to my throat. I froze. I was fairly strong but I wasn't stupid enough to believe I was stronger than a steel blade. A voice came from behind me. "That's good, little girl! You've figured out that struggling would be a waste of time, right?" I couldn't speak because of his hand so I nodded. "You know what I'm here for, right?" I shook my head no. "I've been sent by the manners police. You freshmen girls think you can run around with your sweet asses crammed into tight jeans, your shirts half unbuttoned, driving guys crazy, and not suffer any consequences? Well honey, I'm the consequence. Take off your clothes." He took his hand away from my mouth but I didn't want to argue about the inevitable. I started unbuttoning my shirt. He said "Wait! I'm gonna sit on the bed and enjoy the show." I shut my eyes. I had read somewhere that if you hadn't seen your attacker's face and couldn't identify him, your chances of surviving a rape improved. It might have been only a novel, but it sounded logical. I resumed my unbuttoning and was surprised to be thinking that this would make me late getting to the airport. I took off my bra and as I was unbuttoning my jeans he commented, "Nice tits!" I found myself answering. "Thank you." After I had pushed my panties to the floor he called me over. "Come forward... a little to the right... that's fine, now take my pants off." I felt the tip of the knife resting on my shoulder. While I was blowing him I tried every trick I could think of to get him to come as quickly as possible to get the experience over with but he grabbed me and threw me face down on the bed. He entered me for just long enough to lubricate his cock and then he shifted to my ass. Now I'm pretty tight there since my friend David is the only man to ever enter me back there and he'd only used it twice. It felt like this guy'd driven a horse van into me but I found I was starting to get into it. When he was done I could tell from his ragged breathing that he was exhausted. "So, what did you think?" I was so surprised at his question I forgot I wasn't supposed to look at his face. I flipped over and hoisted myself onto my elbows on the bed. "What do you mean 'what did you think'? Are you asking me to critique my rape?" He looked a little sheepish. "Yeah, I guess I am!" I thought for a minute. "Well, when you first grabbed me I was really scared. That part was intense, but after the sex started you turned kind of tender. You know, stroking me, kissing my fingertips while I was going down on you. My darling, I'm happy to report that you just don't make a very good rapist. But I swear, David Knowles your timing sucks. You knew I wanted to get to Kentucky as early as possible. Why would you pick today to attack me?" "Because I figured you wouldn't expect it?" I laughed and kissed him on the end of his nose. "Considering where it's been lately I think I'll pass on kissing your dick; but seriously David let's get showered quickly so we can get to the airport." "I'll come with you!" " No, every time you get in the shower with me we don't leave until we run out of hot water. I'll go first." His expression was so hang dog I finally relented. "Oh, come on, but please try to be good. I really do want to hurry." "I promise! I'll just get into the shower on my knees and let you do your shower thing while I nibble on whatever I find down there." "Oh! You're incorrigible!" Who's David Knowles? He's my sixty-four year-old lover, he's my Sugar Daddy, he's my boyfriend, my mentor, my patron... David and I have had frequent discussions attempting to define our relationship; why don't we leave it at the fact that he's my very good friend. We met two years ago when he was staying at the Hyatt in D.C. and I was the hooker who was sent up to his room in response to his call. Twice I've told him that I loved him and both times it seemed to make him uncomfortable. I don't quite understand that 'cause I can tell that he loves me. Maybe it's because of the difference in our ages, but whatever the reason I respect his wishes and don't say it anymore. David called Howard from the car to alert him to our impending arrival. Howard Barnes was David's pilot, driver, part-time cook, Major Domo, and close friend. The preflight had already been completed, the flight plan to Lexington already filed, and all that remained to be done was to board the luggage and ourselves. We were airborne in nine minutes. Howard had been teaching me to fly for a while now, so I was sitting left seat to him. Mine had to be the only student pilot's logbook around with nine hours logged in a Cessna 172 or any other light plane and close to 80 hours in a Citation. Howard got to our cruising altitude and turned the aircraft over to me. "I'm going to go make myself a sandwich. Buzz me on the intercom as you approach LILLI." "Roger that, I'm to call you forward approaching LILLI. Bring me back a water?" "Okay." There's a highway system in the air above us so that planes, both private and commercial, can navigate in a more orderly fashion. The routes are called Victor Airways and the point at which multiple routes cross is called an intersection. LILLI was one such intersection, so Howard was asking me to call him when we got there which should be a little less than halfway into our two hour flight. About fifteen minutes later Howard was back. I said, "What are you doing back? I just turned at BLAZE. You're early." Howard slipped into his seat. "True, but you're wanted in the cabin." "Okay, you have the aircraft." I released the controls and unbuckled myself. When I got in the cabin I found David at the galley. "You rang, sir?" He handed me an iced tea. "I just got off the phone with Dr. Carstairs." He held out a package with a distinctive wrapping paper. "Oh my God! My academic advisor is giving me a gift from Tiffany's?" I grabbed the box greedily and started tearing at the paper. When it came to presents I was still a little girl. The box contained a Piaget Ladies Pave Dancer watch. I screamed. It was magnificent. "And I don't think I ever even slept with Dr. Carstairs, did I?" I put the box down and started unbuttoning my shirt. "Ariel, what are you doing?" "Chapter 17 paragraph 12 of the gift Receiver's Guide. If you're female and under 30, never put on a Piaget watch gift in the presence of the giver unless you're naked. It's a rule!" I wiggled out of my jeans. David laughed. "Doesn't your Guide provide for an exception if the gift is given for academic excellence as opposed to compensation for sexual favors?" I unhooked my bra and threw it aside. "Probably, but I just like to get naked." The import of what he just said finally sank in. "Academic excellence...talked to Dr. Carstairs..." I started jumping up and down. "What did he say?" "Oh we were just chatting and...and you did it honey. You got your 4.0. That makes two semesters, back-to-back 4.0's. Not bad." He took the watch out of the box and made to put it on my wrist. "Wait!" I pushed my panties to the floor and then held out my wrist. "Okay, now you can put it on me." I walked up and down the aisle of the plane admiring my beautiful adornment. "I think clothes detract from its elegance. Can I spend the rest of the weekend naked?" "I don't know if Frank and Kathleen are expecting any weekends guests or not but I'm sure she'd enjoy it." I had told David about the time my employer's wife had made a pass at me. We had been swimming in the pool and were lying naked in the lounge chairs when I reached out and caressed one of her DD cup breasts and she took over from there. The only thing which stopped the action was Kathleen's sense that she might be taking advantage if me because I had consumed a quarter bottle of Grand Marnier. Truth be told I was a little tipsy, but I was enjoying the sex just as much as she. In case you haven't figured it out yet, I really am a slut at heart. "By the way Ariel as it turns out I won't be able to spend the weekend with you after all. I've got a meeting in New York that I can't get out of, sorry!" "You're just trying to get out of being raped when we get to Lexington. I'm just too much for you old man!" "That must be it. I confess." I grudgingly got dressed and went forward to fly the aircraft. Howard was listening to our assigned frequency with one ear and a Yankee game on the ADF with the other. My arrival meant he could relinquish listening for Air Traffic Control to me and devote himself to the Yankees. As he was turning control of the aircraft to me he said, "You have the airplane, and by the way, nice watch." "Isn't it gorgeous?" I buckled myself in. "What's the score?" "Bernie just jacked one out with two on. Yanks are up six zip. Ariel, we need to talk." "Is this a serious talk, or should I get undressed again." I'd never slept with Howard, but I loved to tease him. "What did David just tell you about the weekend?" I didn't like Howard's tone at all. I got serious in a hurry. "That he had an unbreakable appointment in New York and wouldn't be staying in Kentucky. There's more isn't there." "His appointment's at Sloan Kettering." I was numb. Sloan Kettering is one of the foremost Cancer Centers in the world. "You have the airplane." I reached for my seatbelt buckle. "No I don't. Keep flying the aircraft and we'll talk. Don't embarrass him. We had quite an argument about you. He didn't want to tell you at all, I told him that he wasn't being fair to you. It has nothing to do with love or affection, it just would never have occurred to him to tell anyone who didn't need to know. Let's face it, receiving this kind of news is a downer to anyone and since you're not a cancer surgeon, he couldn't think of a reason to tell you." "How about because my feeling upset for him being sick is a better feeling than what I'd feel like if I were to discover I'd been left out of his loop." I unbuckled and went in the back. David was sitting on the sofa watching a Basil Rathbone Sherlock Holmes. As soon as he saw the look on my face we went through one of those 'she knows and I know she knows I know she knows' moments. I curled up on the sofa next to him with my head in his lap. It didn't last long. They opened him up only long enough to see that the cancer had metastasized everywhere. There was nothing they could do. I spent July going back and forth between New York and Kentucky. Frank was totally understanding and built a fully equipped room in his house so David wouldn't have to spend his last days in a hospital room. His nurse wheeled David out to the paddock where I was watching the babies test the length of the ever weakening strings which tied them to their mothers. In another six weeks we'd be formally weaning them, but even now they'd rather play with the others of their own age, running back to their mother's side only when something frightening was near. David sent the nurse away and wheeled himself up behind me. "I'm sorry I disappointed you." I turned to him genuinely confused. "Never once did you ever disappoint me in all the time I've known you. Even when I hit bottom two years ago I always knew that your lifeline was available if I couldn't pull myself up." "You wanted me to say how much I returned your love." He'd hit a nerve. "Oh that! I always knew you loved me." "You wanted to hear the words, though. I never felt it would be fair to you to say them and strengthen the hawsers tying you to a man 45 years your senior. You and I talked of how the odds were strongly against our relationship lasting, Kathleen's standing joke about her being next in line when you finally dumped my old ass... Well it looks like I'm going to prove us both wrong." "What do you mean?" He took my hand. "I really will love you for the rest of my life. Just as I have from the first day I met you." That was the third day I'd ever cried in front of David. David died at 2:45 on a Friday morning. First Howard and then Kathleen tried to comfort me but I wasn't having any of it. I jumped in my H2 and just started to drive. I know I stopped for gas at least once, but I remember little about the next eighteen hours. I just drove, I made turns, stopped to pee a few times although I'm not sure where, and suddenly saw a young couple right in front of my car. I hit the brakes and for the first time looked around to assess my surroundings. I was in front of some UK frat house and judging by the huge number of people milling around there must have been a party going on. I sort of parked on someone's lawn and joined the fray. I was at the bar getting my third stiff something (not sure what, might have been single malt) when a guy started to hit on me. I asked "Do you live here?" He held out his hand. "Yes I do. I'm..." "Don't you think introductions would use up some of the time which you could be using to take me up to your room?" I vowed that until I passed out I wouldn't refuse a single guy who wanted to ball me. The stupid guy who brought me upstairs kept trying to seduce me even though I'd already made it abundantly clear that he had his hands on a sure thing. Finally I gave up and walked from his room into the hall and dropped to my knees in from of the first boy I saw. He, at least, didn't need a second invitation and unzipped his fly and inserted his semi-hard cock into my mouth. While I was sucking him to a fully functional hard on I felt someone else pull my shirt and bra off and begin to unfasten my skirt. I was carried into a room and thrown on a bed surrounded by more guys than I felt like counting. Within a very few minutes all three of my holes were filled and the remaining group went about organizing lines controlling access to my gangbang. A trend began as each guy deposited his load in my mouth or on my face no matter which orifice had stimulated him to orgasm. As the parade of men filed on through the room I neither asked for nor was offered any names. I wanted no relationships, only fucking, no deep feelings, only the absence of any feeling at all. It didn't take me too long after I woke up to realize I'd just wasted an evening performing an exercise that didn't accomplish a single thing toward making me feel any better. The only positive thing it may have accomplished, judging by the two dorky looking guys sharing my bed, was to provide sex for some guys who might not have been laid since the invention of the telephone. As I started my Hummer I was hoping that none of these guys were ever planning to transfer to Cornell Veterinary School. I was checking my mirrors as I was about to pull into traffic when I screamed. A man was in my back seat. A split second later I realized that it was Howard and that he had been sleeping until my shriek awakened him. I turned around and stared at him. He yawned and said "It wasn't very hard to find the Hummer. It was even easier to find you. Once I realized that you were safe I had one of the stable hands take the Lincoln back to Gateway and I hung out here." "You saw what I was doing?" He got out of the back seat and moved to the front. "Not my business who or how many whos you decide to fuck. We each grieve in our own fashion." I rubbed my temples. "Pretty stupid fashion." "Got that right!" He yawned again. "Stop at the McDonald's, I need caffeine. Oh and we're supposed to meet McFarland at the Pendennis Club at four o'clock." I groaned. "I don't want to go to Louisville!" "You nap, I'll drive. We have to go." "I know. But I'll paper rock scissors you to see who drives." "Deal." I went fishing. "Any idea what McFarland's got to say?" "Only in general terms. David made provisions for both of us in his will. McFarland would rather go over it in Pendennis than in his office." I snorted. "McFarland would rather have sex with his wife in the Pendennis than in their home! He never leaves that stodgy club." "But they did invent the Old Fashion cocktail there! Speaking of sex I think that's one of David's provisions he made for you." I turned to Howard. "He arranged for me to have sex with McFarland's wife?" Howard shook his head. "No, he approximated that you and he had had sex 455 times and based on the rates you were charging back when he met you he figured he owed you $182,000 in back pay." "I hope you know that I'll get you for that." "Looking forward to it." Howard smiled. We kept at each other all the way back to the Gateway. I was well aware how important Howard had become to me. According to lore, the Pendennis Club was, in fact, the place where the first Old Fashion cocktail was served. It was supposedly introduced by the celebrated Colonel Pepper and the earliest printed record documenting the drink there was in 1895. Attorney McFarland looked like he might have been present for the introduction, but his age in no way dampened the lecherous look he gave me as Howard and I were ushered into the room. Maybe sexually hyperactive seniors like David had a tendency to gravitate together as his lawyer definitely looked like he'd enjoy getting me into a nearby closet. "Well then, Ariel, Howard, I'm going to leave all the persnickety details to the formal 'reading of the will' scheduled for next Tuesday, but David asked me to read the two of you a letter he left which would be totally inappropriate at that time." He cleared his throat and began: "To the two most important people in my life, greetings. I thought about leaving my ex-wife Danielle a million for instilling in me a routine of seeking out hookers to fill the void left by her disdain for all things sexual. Were it not for that routine I never would have met the most important woman in my life, but upon further reflection... fuck her. I am also, Howard, going to resist the temptation to settle upon Ariel the $182,000 in 'back pay' you suggested I owed her. I gave her my entire heart these last two years and anything else would be incidental. I'm leaving the Ferrari Daytona Spyder to your Dad, Ariel. He's the only person I've encountered who seems to experience a more visceral pleasure from driving it than I do. I've also arranged with Stewart's that the car be covered by a lifetime service arrangement. Now for the good stuff. My Estate isn't as big in terms of cash as one might think, Ariel, as most of what I own is in my Trust and in the Knowles Foundation. The Trust owns and takes care of all the real estate and the toys. The Foundation is responsible for the charitable work. Both Lewis and Howard sit on the Board of Directors of the Foundation and will continue to do so but with my death Lewis McFarland is directed to relinquish his Chairmanship in favor of the newest member of the Board, Miss Ariel Brody. The Chairwoman is to pay herself whatever salary she sees fit but no less than $1 million per year. Howard Barnes will assume the Chairmanship of the Board of Trustees of the Trust with his present compensation doubling. Since the Trust controls the toys I guess this means we're getting that G5 he's been wanting along with the Beech Starship. The Tales of Ariel Brody Ch. 03 I've never been quite as involved with organized charities as perhaps I might have been. I just could never get off on giving to total strangers. Instead I've chosen to try to impact the lives of the people I've met over the years with some direct but unobtrusive help. It was always a lot more fun for me that way. What I've done however should in no way restrict what you do. Give it all to the Association to Combat Wet Dreams if you like; it's your show now. John Lachlin over at Morgan Stanley is the Financial Adviser to both the Foundation and the Trust and although you can fire him, replace him, or do whatever you want, I'd advise you to consider keeping him because all four accounts have consistently outperformed the S&P 500 for the last twenty years. Howard, you've been not only my best employee but more importantly my best friend. Look after Ariel. She doesn't need it but it'll be good for your soul. You two always got more accomplished when I stayed out of whatever it was. Have great lives, guys." I couldn't help it. The tears were silently pouring. McFarland continued, "Your investiture as Chairwoman... David would never tolerate my saying Chairperson...became effective at the moment his heart stopped beating, but you can have as much time as you want assuming the active reins." McFarland went to a bar cart which had been wheeled into the room. "I think a toast is in order." I dreaded the idea of more alcohol but the champagne tasted good. We toasted David and then left each to their own memories of him. I had been in touch with all my professors and dove into my books so as to catch up. Fortunately this semester I had only one lab course in serology and the instructor and I worked it out so I could catch up remotely from the fully equipped Veterinary Lab at Gateway Farm until after the funeral. Dr. Hemphill, our in house Vet at the farm would act as proctor when needed. Immersing myself in work and school wasn't that strange an experience and it felt good thinking about something other than how much I missed David. I also squeezed in two quick trips to Louisville so that Lewis could instruct me in my responsibilities and duties as Chairwoman of a billion dollar charitable foundation. A Maryland Farm was having a dispersal sale and Frank had flown up to look at some mares and foals he was thinking about buying. That meant Kathleen and I would be having dinner together without any male chaperones, interesting. I left my class assignments for FedEx to pick up and went back to my bungalow to clean up and change for dinner. David was frequently away from the farm on weekends but my shower still felt a horribly lonely place. I took one of the golf carts up to the main house and instead of seeking out Kathleen I detoured into David's room. I reminded myself to call the medical equipment rental place about picking up the hospital bed and other specialized equipment, but not quite yet. I had been in the habit of reading to David each evening toward the end and we were half way through Khakec Hosseini's wonderful 'Kite Runner' when he died. I picked up the book and started reading. I started to masturbate as I read. When I got to the kitchen Kathleen was giving the salad the finishing touches. "Wine with your meal?" "I'm taking a break from alcohol. I think I'll stick to Pelegrino tonight." "Too bad, you'll ruin my master plan to get you tipsy and seduce you." I crossed the kitchen and came up behind her and kissed the back of her neck as I reached around her, put my hands under her shirt, and rubbed her nipples. "Look! Your master plan worked with just the booze left in my system from last night." She turned around to face me. "It's working better than you think. I haven't started the lamb yet. It's in the oven on a timer which should give us about an hour. Your place or mine?" "I don't think I'm ready to make love to anyone in David's bed yet. Let's use your room." I was running my fingertips up and down the backs of her arms. The sex was nice. I don't think I'm ready to switch teams yet but this was the pleasant physical distraction that the frat house should have been. I think the excessive alcohol combined with the indiscriminate nature of the partner selection process spoiled any therapeutic qualities for that evening. I can't even remember if it was good sex or not. I guess David would have told me that if I couldn't remember the sex after only one night, no matter how much booze was involved, it couldn't have been very good. David was usually right. Howard and I flew to National Airport the next morning to collect my father at Signature Aviation. I let Howard fly the trip back while I wept a little while wrapped in my Dad's arms. Howard had taken care of the arrangements and the day of the funeral I was overwhelmed. The huge number of people had been shocking enough, but the celebrity of the crowd bowled me over; seven U.S. Senators, three sitting Governors, Congressmen that you counted like confetti, the Vice President of the United States, and a Supreme Court Justice. The media were out in force. Every network, every cable station, many foreign correspondents... I looked at Howard with an amazed look on my face. He came up to me at the wake. "Sorry, I should have warned you. David was always a pretty private person, but he had me twice as vigilant to protect your privacy. I suspected, though, that I wouldn't be able to do anything to stop this circus." "Horseshit, Howard. The Vice President doesn't show up anywhere unannounced. Most of these people have social secretaries that had to do some last minute juggling to work this in. You had to know and you never hinted anything to me." He smiled. "Okay boss lady, maybe I did want to throw you a curve or two. You should have seen your expression though, it was priceless." "A curve or two? What other landmines await me?" "I told everyone belonging to the Fourth Estate that you were strictly off limits until I had talked with you." He grinned again. "Wait 'till you see what happens when I put my glasses on! That's the agreed upon signal." I put on my most pleading face. "Can I hide your glasses?" "Sorry. Just remind yourself that you're doing it for David. Oh by the way, don't worry about questions about your and David's relationship. I made it very clear that that was inappropriate ground at a funeral. The questions will mostly revolve around your chairing the Foundation. You might get a few about your job at Gateway and your studies at Cornell." "Okay, open the gates." Howard put his aviation glasses on. They were non-prescription on top reducing to sectional chart reading strength on the bottom. It wasn't as bad as it could have been. Most of the most negative feeding frenzy characteristics of the press were kept to some extent in check by the setting. In fact this was one of those rare occasions where the members of the Third Estate actually accomplished something by interrupting the Fourth Estate with expressions of condolences. It was going fairly well when my eye was caught by a young good looking reporter who walked over and asked me a question. "I was talking to Senator Lucas earlier and he remembers meeting you at a dinner party in Washington two years ago." I saw Howard's neck muscles tense up. "He might have been mistaken, though, as he seems to recall you as having been introduced as Mr. Knowles grandniece." It was like a one act play staged in slow motion. Howard's head turned toward the reporter simultaneously with the reporter's facial expression conveying the realization that he had just committed journalistic suicide. Fortunately no one else had heard the question so I decided to intercede. I laced my arm into the reporters, steered him toward the bar, and threw Howard a look saying "We'll talk later." "I remember that dinner very well just as I remember meeting Senator Lucas and his divine wife Elizabeth. David and my father were very good friends and the three of us decided that the 'grandniece' fiction made for less cumbersome introductions. We also suspected that being introduced as 'a friend's daughter' might subject me to speculation and innuendo. How'd we do with our assessment?" He looked concerned. "You were probably right." His voice dropped an octave. "So what do you say, Tom, can you get me off the hook here?" I smiled. "Abe Vigoda to Robert Duvall, the Godfather, 1972. Why'd you do it?" He shook his head. "I knew I shouldn't have. I knew the rules. I'm not stupid. It's just that I felt like I had a precious, perishable...thing with the 'grandniece' bit I'd uncovered and I just blurted it out." He shook his head again. "Maybe I am stupid." It was my turn to smile. "Probably, but I'll get you off the hook this time Sally." "I owe you." I realized there was a whole lot of smiling going on. "Bob Grasso." He shook my hand. "I'm sincerely sorry for your loss." I don't know what happened. I just started bawling. I was crying harder than at any time since David died. I buried my face in his shirt and cried uncontrollably muttering David's name and how much I missed him. He steered me into a side hallway and let me abuse his shirt for five minutes. After I composed myself and I started to rejoin the crowd he called after me. "Ariel." I turned. "You'll never see any of this in print, or hear it on the air." "Thanks." I was going to ride back to Gateway with Frank and Kathleen but I sought out Howard first. "Ariel before you say a word you should know that we'll lose credibility with the rest of the media if I give this asshole a pass. He knew better and he chose to ignore the ground rules I'd laid down." I didn't say a word. "Ariel it shouldn't matter that you think he's cute. Stop thinking with your crotch." "I'm not and it doesn't matter what he looks like. Remember meeting me outside the Hilton in D.C. after Luis had his 'accident'?" It was Howard's turn to be quiet, but I had his attention. "You told me that David took care of life's innocents and woes betide all the bad guys. Lewis McFarland's been drumming it into my head for our last two meetings that my primary responsibility at the foundation is to help those individuals my gut says are deserving, not just the formulaic needy. This kid may be an eager beaver idiot, but what he did was screw up. He wasn't trying to be an attack dog. After I had my emotional meltdown this afternoon he assured me that none of what transpired would ever make it into print. I believe him." I stood on my toes and kissed his cheek. "Call it my first action as the new Chairwoman. Let him slide." I turned to leave and as I was about to exit the room I threw over my shoulder "He did have a cute ass, though, didn't he?" I didn't wait for Howard's response. The Tales of Ariel Brody Ch. 04 I had to smile. In a way, my life had come full circle. I could remember thinking how empty my dating/sex life was the morning before I met David Knowles when I was only barely eighteen. Over the course of the next two years and eighteen days I had: ended my 42 hour career as a prostitute, met and fell in love with a man 45 years my senior, and been swept into a life altering whirlwind in the person of David Knowles. David ended my hooking career by getting me the best job in the world working for Frank Wright at his Gateway Farm. He paid my tuition at Cornell and loved me as much as I loved him until the day he died of cancer. Since then my life had settled into a new routine. A different routine perhaps but at least the periods of bursting into unexpected tears were reducing in number. I was also beginning to become acutely aware of my lack of a sex life. I spend the evening David died as a volunteer fraternity slut but however many sex acts I performed, they well all totally forgettable. I seduced (was seduced by?) my bosses wife one night and although it was nice I couldn't ever picture myself as permanently switching teams. Since then, nothing. Oh, I had dated a couple of times at school, but it had felt more like babysitting than the potential pairing of peers. The one good thing about the lack of a social life was that I was able to carry a heavier course load and still maintain excellent grades. I was even devoting some time to the campus paper. I bounced down the steps after my last Friday class and saw Howard sitting at the bottom waiting for me. Howard Barnes is my best friend and the Chairman of the Board of Trustees of the Knowles Family Trust. His closest real description would be my nanny, but no one would understand that. He looks after me. He looked up at me. "Ready to go?" "I'm all packed. I just need to stop by the paper to proof two submissions. Ten minutes, tops. Figure two hours and we'll be in the air." "I'll call in the flight plan and get your bag. Pick you up outside the paper." "Right." I headed over to the Cornell Daily Sun, our local rag I worked for occasionally. Just next to the door a man was waiting, from the look on his face apparently for me. "Can I help..." I recognized him. "Oh my God! What cat dragged you in and what are you doing in Ithaca?" It was a reporter named Bob Grasso I had once helped out of a jam down in D.C. "Actually, I couldn't find your phone number, mainly because you never gave it to me, so I Googled you and came across an article you had written for this paper. I called and found out you were on staff so I came up here to try to get your phone number." "...and you wanted it because?" I was enjoying this. "I wanted it because I wanted to call to find out when a respectful amount of time had passed so that I could call you." I gestured for him to get on with it. "...because..." "...so I could call to ask you to dinner." "Oh. 607-555-7856" I continued into the building hiding the little smirk I was wearing. It took another eight seconds for my cell to ring. "Hello." "Hi, this is Bob Grasso. Do you remember me?" "Let's see... No, I don't think I... wait... at David's funeral... 6'3", dark hair, dimples, the left cheek of your butt is slightly more developed than your right, mouth starts talking 12 seconds before your brain kicks into gear... I think I remember you." "Good, I'm glad... I'll have to remember to work on my right cheek, though. Anyway, I called to find out if a respectful amount of time has passed since the funeral so that I might call and ask you to dinner." I hesitated for a few seconds. "Yes... yes I think so; you may call if you like." I hung up. My phone rang. "Hi, this is Bob Grasso and I was wondering if you'd like to go to dinner this evening." "Oh Bob, I'm so sorry but I have plans for this evening. Besides, I only date men with a highly developed sense of spontaneity." His voice sounded indignant. "Hey, that's unfair! I have a very highly developed sense of spontaneity." "Do you Bob, do you really? Okay, my plans for this evening are to proof two articles for the paper and immediately head for the airport to fly to Lexington, Kentucky for the weekend. Want to come along so that I can feed you dinner if I promise that I won't sleep with you all weekend?" He didn't hesitate. "Definitely!" I decided he might have possibilities. "I'll be out in two shakes. If my friend Howard shows up tell him I'll be right down." I was two paragraphs into the first article when I realized that I had just mixed a testosterone cocktail. Howard was still harboring a ton of resentment toward Bob over something stupid he had said at the funeral. It was only through my intervention that I stopped him from destroying Bob's career. I marked both articles 'APPROVED' and initialed them both. As I ran out of the offices I hoped that neither article contained instructions for building a nuclear bomb. There was charged atmosphere on the sidewalk outside the paper. I decided bubbly was the right attitude to project. "Hey guys! Let's boogie. You guys know each other, right?" I hooked my arms into Bob's left arm and Howard's right so that I separated them. The takeoff was uneventful and after the tower passed me over to the departure control frequency I reported in to them and then said to Howard "I'll continue to fly the aircraft and you can go back to the cabin if you promise not to be too male around Bob." "Since when is righteous indignation a male linked characteristic? Besides, not to worry, my boss told me to let him slide. So I will! You have the aircraft." "I have the aircraft and bring me a water if you get a chance." "Better yet I'll send Bob back with it." He gestured as if to slap me. "I told you from the beginning not to think with your crotch." I smiled and put my hand between my legs. "Be nice, and besides, it's smarter than the average crotch." "It's been my experience that it's the most irrational part of any mammal's anatomy. Deer run in front of cars because of it, shy, normally introverted people expose themselves to public ridicule over it, and normally bright veterinary students who otherwise should know better hook up with members of the one class of people most stridently to be avoided; the media. They're by and large soulless, honey." Air Traffic Control said something I didn't catch. "Pittsburgh Control Citation three two one Golf Sierra please repeat... copy that, One Golf Sierra right ten degrees flying heading two two zero." I turned back to Howard. "I'll be careful and besides it's only a weekend thing." I drove us to the farm in 'my little burro' as I liked to call my bright orange H2. "Howard, could you do me a favor and give Bob the nickel tour? I want to do my inventory." My 'inventory' was when I went over the files of every horse on the property to bring me up to speed with everybody's health and training progress since I left last week. It was a ritual I'd been following as long as I'd been working there. I noticed only one anomaly in the files. I picked up the phone and called Frank Wright, my boss. "Hey Frank I was going over the files and noticed that Carlos stepped up the training schedule for the Anacreontic filly. Did he goof or is that right? What's up?" "What's up is that her half brother just sold for $750,000. I was going to run her myself but for that kind of money I'll aim her for the two-year-old in training sale in Florida. I want you to keep a close eye on how she handles the stepped up physical stress, especially on her knees. Coming to dinner?" "Okay if I bring a guest? I picked up a stray in Ithaca." "Sure, as long as he's housebroken. Is Kathleen going to try to seduce him?" "I don't know... I've never seen him under fire before but he comforted me when I lost it at David's funeral so I thought he deserved to be fed." "At the funeral? Do you mean that reporter?" "Hey wait a minute. I always thought you were active in hiring and encouraging the handicapped! Maybe you can convince him to get a real job someday." "See you at seven thirty." I walked out of my office and saw the golf cart heading down the path toward me. I stuck out my thumb. Bob pulled up in front of me and got out of the cart. "Sorry, I never pick up hitchhikers. Want to walk somewhere?" I looked him up and down. "Um hum... I was just judging your sizes. Let's see if we can scare up something for you to change into for dinner. How was the grand tour?" "Abbreviated. Basically Howard told me about all the carnivorous beasts he'd introduce me to if I did anything to displease him or you. If his primary job is to look after you, he does it very well." "Yes he does. He's my best friend. Come on; let's get you out of those clothes." "You first." I looked over my shoulder. "Cute!" I took him to the guest's bungalow and rummaged through the assorted menswear we'd accumulated over time. "I don't see anything suitable. I'll go get something. What are you, around a 42?" "44 tall actually." I did a rotten Schwarzenegger. "I'll be back." "Want me to come and try something on?" I hesitated. "Do you mind not? I was going to look in David's suite and I'm not quite ready to share that space with anyone yet." I smiled. "...but if I'm successful at least you'll get into someone's pants tonight. Shower if you want." Sneaky, sneaky, sneaky. I fully meant what I said at school about promising not to sleep with Bob that weekend but by the end of a leisurely dinner I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I was his if he wanted me. He accomplished this feat by barely acknowledging my presence throughout the meal, choosing instead to devote his energies to winning over the other three members of our dinner party. Kathleen was easy; her open and honest personality started out liking everyone until they committed some unpardonable error which moved them over to the negative side of her ledger, but the two men I knew would be different. I had approached dinner with some degree of trepidation fearing Bob would wind up saying something either Frank or Howard would find so objectionable that it would reflect badly on me for having invited him over a clearly negative predisposition on both their parts. Instead he charmed the pants off of both of them. He knew just enough about horses and racing to draw Frank out of his normally taciturn shell and after throwing in several anecdotal embarrassing stories about several prominent horsemen he owned Frank. And he was knowledgeable about Ukioé. Howard had devoted a large part of his life to taking care of first David and then me, but his was certainly not a life anyone would call 'well rounded'. His two overriding passions, however, were baseball and 19th century Japanese woodblock art, Ukioé. When Howard found out that Bob owned an Utamaro I knew that although there may be minor skirmishes yet to be joined, the battle for Howard's soul had already been won. Add in the fact that through his Washington Post friends he could probably get Howard great seats at RFK when Major League Baseball moved the Montreal Expos to D.C... Howard may not have quite become a Bob Grasso fan, but he was certainly impressed. By the time desert was served his hand had squeezed mine three times. I was getting complimented for picking a good one, I'd done well. Of course I knew we had been researched. Bob had simply done his homework and through his media sources had gotten up to speed on all our likes and interests. Knowing that, however, in no way detracted from its effect in my eyes. If anything I found I was flattered that he would go to so much trouble to get into my panties. I'm amazed that we made it to my bungalow the way we were pawing at each other as we walked down the lane from the main house. By the time we got to my door every belt buckle was undone, as was my bra, and three or four articles of our clothing wound up spending the night on my front porch. He bent me over the back of my living room sofa, yanked my skirt and panties off and jammed his cock into me. All foreplay had occurred on the lane on our way home. The volume control on my orgasm was set on 10 and anyone in the main house must have heard me as I was sure I had frightened a few of the foals in the surrounding paddocks. We moved to my bed for a more serious and intimate tryst and it seemed that he might have been as sexually backed up as I was since there was an overriding sense of urgency in everything we did together. We reawaked after a few hours to head down to the pool for a swim and a third encore. We were still in the pool wrapped in each others arms when the sun told me that the day had begun. Work starts on a horse farm at 4:30 AM and there were enough people around that we'd be sure to be spotted going back to our bungalows from the pool. I got out of the pool and went to the cabañas to get robes for us as we hadn't bothered to dress when we came down. I went to the women's side only to be confronted by the fact that the cleaning staff had already 'winterized' the place by removing all the towels and robes. I went around to the men's side with low expectations of any improvement in our situation. I muttered a low "Thank you Frank!" upon finding one lonely towel hanging from one of the hooks. My boss occasionally took late night swims as a stress reliever and had apparently brought along a towel from the big house. I brought it back to the pool and as I approached Bob I started shaking my fist. "Rock paper scissors, ready?" "Wait a sec, what are we deciding?" "There's only one skimpy towel in the cabañas. One of us has to go back and retrieve clothes for us both." "Hold it up to yourself." I held the towel up and it was large enough to cover my bottom or top, but no way could it stretch to cover both. He said. "I rest my case. Tell me what to bring for you." "I don't care, just something I can use to cover up. Once I get to the bungalow I'll change or whatever." He got out of the pool and kissed me as he wrapped himself in the towel. "I'm hoping for the 'whatever' part." "I thought you might, now get going. I'm getting Goosebumps." "But your nipples look just so great this morning I..." "Bob Grasso if you ever want to touch them again..." "I'm going!" He wrapped himself in the towel and took off down the path. I looked at my watch and groaned. It was 6:15 which meant Frank and Kathleen would be up and around. I was going to catch a lot of ribbing. By 7:10 I was getting concerned. It just didn't take that long to grab a few articles of clothing and get back. I mentally went over the steps I'd need to take between the pool and my clothes and concluded that if Bob didn't come back in the next twenty minutes I might be able to make it unseen when the staff went on breakfast break at 7:30. When my watch hit 7:30 I decided to try it. I tiptoed out of the pool area crouched low and then stood up straight and started walking. If someone was going to see me they'd see me and it didn't matter if I were crouched or walking tall, I was still just as naked. As I rounded the landscaped berm I was greeted with polite golf applause. I looked up the hill and there were Howard, Frank, Kathleen, and Bob sitting in folding lawn chairs applauding my nudity. Bob feebly called out "They made me!" and then joined in with the laughter of the rest. I walked over toward them, did a mock curtsy, and walked as proudly as I could, not back to my rooms and clothing, but to the building housing the offices and labs. I had work to do that day and I'd rather spend the day naked than admit they'd gotten one over on me. I'm sure it would get rather interesting as the morning wore on as I was scheduled to show a couple from New York a three year colt. I was determined to keep that meeting no matter what I was wearing. Kathleen came into my office with a small suitcase. She didn't say anything but opened the suitcase on the conference table. She removed and laid out underwear, jeans, a plaid shirt, socks, and my 'slop-around' work boots. She zipped the case closed and as she turned to leave said "For what it's worth, he was telling the truth. He took a wrong turn on his way back to your bungalow and wound up in the supply building. Carlos called the house and we all came down for the fun. Bob objected but we overruled him... For what it's worth." She left. I continued working for another two or three minutes and then slammed my fists down on the desk. There was no one for me to vent at so I stormed over to the counter grabbed my panties and started to dress. I said aloud "At least he didn't get the morning fuck he wanted!" The morning went smoothly. The New Yorkers bought the colt. I got an offer from one of Scott Lake's owners for a mare in foal which I'd bring to Frank's attention over dinner. It was almost one o'clock and I was ready for some lunch. I finished up a pharmaceutical order and faxed it in just when Bob walked in. I could hardly wait to see what form his apology would take when he started undressing. "You're taking an awful lot for granted aren't you fella?" He didn't respond but as he finished undressing he took all his clothes, put them in a metal waste basket, and carried it out the back door. "What do you think you're doing?" He went into the surgery, took a bottle of alcohol off the shelf, poured it all over his clothes, and lit the fire. He turned to me. "Are you about ready to go to lunch? Kathleen asked us up to the house for some shrimp something or other." I couldn't help it. I just started laughing. "I should make you come up to the house like that, but I'm afraid you'd enjoy it too much. I'll get you some clothes." I kissed him on the way out. Kathleen pulled out all the stops at lunch. She knew I had a weakness for Cajun cuisine and I guessed that was the form her apology took. Everyone was treading gently around me and I was reveling in it. "By the way Frank, we got an offer for Diamond Lilly from one of Scott Lake's people for $200,000. I think we should take it." "I don't know, Ariel, she's one of my three most useful mares and if it's born reasonably correct the foal's got to be worth one twenty five." "Which means you'd be getting seventy five thousand for a sixteen-year-old mare. And the foal's only worth that if it's correct, but if it is we won't sell it for that, we'll keep it at least until it's a yearling and who knows what it'll develop into by then. We could take the two hundred and buy those three mares you were talking about Dr. West having for sale. The foals those mares are carrying probably won't be worth as much but with those killer bloodlines I'd be shocked if at least one of the mares didn't turn into a AAA producer and they're all five-year-olds." Frank looked at me for less than five seconds. "Do it. Let's eat." I couldn't help seeing Howard unobtrusively clenching his fist in a "You Go Wench!" congratulatory gesture. Bob's jaw just remained open, and Kathleen was the only one who seemed to take my little coup in stride as if it was only to be expected, no biggie! Does business success make most people horny? It surely did it for me. The walk back after lunch was delightful. I had a bit of free time and I still was feeling that triumphant horny glow. Bob knew he was going to get lucky, I knew I was going to get lucky, but there was none of the frenzied groping of the previous night. He had his hand in the back of my pants, just as I had mine in his pants. We didn't even kiss until we got to the bungalow door. We did continue the trend of undressing each other outside on the front porch. Observant folk could keep track of our sex life just by checking the porch for stray garments. The Tales of Ariel Brody Ch. 04 The sex was extraordinary. It had taken every bit of ten minutes just to finish undressing and Bob's kisses were slow and languorous. After a while I felt his paroxysm coming so I let myself go only to realize he wasn't cumming. As the waves washed over me he was still doing a reasonable imitation of the frickin' Energizer Bunny. I had to mentally shift gears to get back on the train. It was wild! I'd probably had a twelve to fifteen partners in my life but I'd never run a sexual marathon before. I'm totally sure that there had to be more than a few similarities between the two types of marathons. I think the experience I participated in that afternoon was a lot closer to working out than it was to making love. Bloodstreams flooded with endorphins creating a physically addictive situation. By late afternoon I felt sore but I also felt that it would be a complete betrayal of my entire sex if I were to be the first to cry 'Uncle'. I would not be outlasted by a guy, any guy. When I finally wore him out I discovered we had wound up in the glider on my side porch. Our tryst had taken in quite a bit of geography. I looked down at myself and noticed a strange dark smudge-like stain on my left nipple. I rubbed it to get it off only to discover it was sticky. I licked off my finger. "Oh yeah, chocolate syrup, I remember." Without saying a word Bob finished the clean up job with his tongue. "What I'm doing now I do only in the interest of public sanitation and it in no fashion reflects an offer to continue our afternoon's activity." He looked me in the eyes. "I'm beat!" I shook my head at him as I got up to go in and shower. "Lightweight! After I had showered and dressed I decided to let Bob sleep through dinner so I headed up toward the main house. Kathleen met me at the door with a glass of wine. "Dinner's in about half an hour, tell me what you think of the wine. Where's Bob?" We both headed toward the kitchen. "Asleep. You know I'm the last one to ask about wine. I'm a total beginner." "You still have taste buds and they're unsullied by tobacco or breath spray. What's it taste like?" I took a sip. "It tastes like what we were drinking last Friday... but sweeter... and my tongue feels like I drank something carbonated, but it's not." "It isslightly more acidic. All in all an adequate description, though. Want to mix the salad?" "Sure." I started tearing and slicing. "So what do you think of Bob?" "Wow! Talk about a full court press, he really is in hyperactive pursuit mode. You don't know the power of your own charms I guess." "You guess?" She screwed up her face and hesitated before answering. "Honey, since David died you've become a very wealthy woman, which probably has nothing to do with this situation but... just file it in the back of your head." "Money hadn't occurred to me. I was well aware of the fact that Bob was trying awfully hard, and I had thought about the possibility he was digging dirt for a story, but I assumed he was just enamored with my ass." She gave it a pat. "Probably is." I teared up and my tears silently fell into the salad. "Honey, what is it?" I smiled a wistful smile. "It happens a lot. I keep wishing I could ask David for advice. He always knew what to do." The Tales of Ariel Brody Ch. 05 Everybody's old enough, foxy enough, you're better off reading Chapter 1 first, blah blah... but, if you must jump in in the middle of a series, this is the one which is most amenable to that sort of activity. * Bright and early Monday morning I was on my way to my first class when Patty Clendenin called to me. "Trade you!" Patty was also a freshman at Cornell but because she had skipped two grades along the way she had only just turned eighteen. I slowed to let her catch up. "Trade what for what?" "My weekend for yours, it looks like you had an incredible one between the sheets whereas mine was spent between the covers of a quantum physics book." My hair was brushed, my clothes were clean, and when I checked the mirror this morning there were no telltale bruises or hickeys. "What makes you think mine was so great?" "Your stride. The way you're walking tells the all seeing one that certain parts of your anatomy got a vigorous workout recently." I stopped dead in my tracks and turned. "Shut, Up!" My mind had shifted into high gear. What she said was certainly true but there was still no way she could notice the fact that I was a little tender this morning, but... "You were at the Sun's offices on Friday. You had to be." "Very good! I thought I was going to get one over on you for a second." "It's still a pretty intuitive leap from that meeting to a wild weekend of exchanging bodily fluids." "Not so big a leap considering the way you were playing with him. Who was that guy?" "Probably a mistake, definitely an onion, and I've only worked my way through the outer two or three layers." "Nice ass, though!" I smiled. "And you were right, that ass can grind all night. I really am sore today." "You realize you're sending my envy meter into uncharted territory. Prior to this weekend our mutual lack of recent sex was the bedrock I'd been building our relationship on." She shook her head. "Now it turns out to be sandstone." "Patty, what are you talking about? Are you saying you can't be friends with a girl who walks funny?" "Let's see now, what do we have in common? You're rich and I'm poor, you're connected to all sorts of power people while most of my acquaintances are truckers, you've got a job at one of the foremost Thoroughbred Farms in the country and I sell XXL t-shirts to overweight alumni at the campus bookstore. Our mutual lack of virile males linked us together. Now the only thing we have left in common is that we both walk funny. You because someone screwed you raw and me because my pussy's glued closed from lack of use." I rubbed my chin in a gesture of deep thought. "All very true, and your tits are bigger than mine, don't forget that. You've graciously omitted the jealousy I've always felt about your nearly perfect figure. I've got to get to class. Lunch at Pastore's?" "One o'clock, see ya." I had only gone two or three steps when I heard: "What do you mean 'nearly'?" I'd never had a close girlfriend growing up but from the first moment we had met at the Sun office we both knew we each had one now. We fell in to a pattern right away and what's more she had met my boyfriend at the time David when he and another friend Howard were moving me into my off campus apartment and never once indicated that there was anything strange about the difference in our ages. Her only comment having been: "Ariel I've given it some serious thought and as attractive as the idea of a ménage à trois with you guys might be, I wouldn't want to deal with the inevitable guilt I'd feel after David threw you over for me so I'll pass." She cracked me up. The guy she'd made reference to was Bob Grasso, a reporter friend I'd spent the weekend with. I had flown him to Kentucky to be with me while at my job at Gateway Farms. My title was 'Manager of Racing Operations' but in reality I was Frank Wright's dogsbody when it came to his Thoroughbred operation. I was in charge of nothing, but oversaw all matters regarding the buying, selling, breeding, and training of his racehorses. I may be Frank's drudge, but I loved my job so much I'd happily do it for free if I had to. I had an enormous amount of influence for a just-turned twenty year old. The David she'd made reference to was David Knowles, the great love of my life who had died of cancer a few months before. He was 64 when he died. We had been together for two years and eighteen days. I often found myself wanting to give away everything I had if I could make it two years and nineteen days. I got to Pastore's on time but Patty had already preempted every square inch of table space with research books and piles of class notes spread everywhere. I spoke to her. "How foolish of them to seat you at a table for four. Didn't you tell them I was coming?" I signaled to the waitress. "Would you mind if we moved to that table over there?" I indicated a table for six. "No problem. Let me help you." The waitress made to gather some books, but Patty spoke up. "That's alright, we don't need to move. The books were only until my friend arrived." She started stacking them. I spoke up. "We don't need menus, two open faced capicola and eggplant sandwiches, two small salads, two iced teas." Patty put on a mock demure face. "I do so love it when you take charge." She picked up one of the books. "You're in his class; do you think Clackson could have plagiarized this text of his? This shows incredible insight and every time I've talked to him his bulb seemed on a dimmer switch." "I've never seen that, I always thought he had his shit together. He may be the brightest professor I've got." "How bright can he be? I've been dropping hankies in his path all semester and he's never hit on me." "Ah, now I see. Did it ever occur to you that the administration frowns on its staff boinking members of the student body? Or maybe he hesitated because at the time you were underage and therefore jailbait. Maybe he follows the rules even though he's completely, hopelessly, and passionately fallen into your web." "Possible, although that would take an enormous amount of discipline." She sighed exaggeratedly and reached to grab my hands. "Why can't I meet a nice guy to keep my feet warm?" I laughed. "That's easy! You shoot down every guy that hits on you and your sights are only focused on guys you can't possibly get. If a guy does make it through your firewalls you blow him up if he's not brighter than you are, and since no one in the entire school is... I rest my case. As always, however, I have a solution. Go to a downtown pub and go home with the first guy who offers to buy you a drink. Don't analyze him, fuck him!" "I'm underage. I'm not supposed to go to bars." "Give me a break. Your fake ID's better than my fake ID, but if you insist, Chi Delt is having a party tomorrow night. Do the first guy who talks to you." "Chi Delt's a jock house!" She dropped her head to the table. "So your expectations won't be too high. You won't be shocked if you can't find his Phi Beta Kappa key after you've screwed him into unconsciousness. Besides, he'd only be a stepping stone. Success breeds confidence and confidence breeds more successes." I shifted into my best W. C. Fields. "The dumb jock's only a link in a chain, m'dear, a link in a chain. Give me a little time and I'll have you bedding half the student body." "Half the student body're women!" "My point exactly, we'll work on the other half. On another subject though, I've got a question." Patty picked her head up off the table just as our lunch arrived. "Shoot." "Frank wants me to train an assistant. Want to try your hand at it? Understand, this is only a trial and Frank has the final say as to whom we hire, but if you like it and you stick with it it's the kind of job that looks great on a résumé." "I take it as a given that you'll start me out shoveling shit or some equally noxious task, yet they all seem infinitely more desirable pastimes than working in the bookstore. When do I start?" "We'll fly down on Friday after I get out of my last class and we'll be back in time for your eleven o'clock Monday morning." "I've got a shoot scheduled over at the track in Watkins Glen Friday morning but we should be done by early afternoon. If it runs a little over would that be a problem?" Pat did some occasional modeling for teen fashion ads. "I'd kind of like to get out of here as quickly as possible on Friday so why don't I bag my class so Howard and I could go to the Glen with you. That way we could leave straight from the shoot to the airport." I could see from the look on her face that my idea wasn't going over very well. "No, I'll cancel the shoot." "Why? That's completely unnecessary. You'd be leaving the photographer scrambling for a replacement model in the last minute which wouldn't do your reputation any good and besides, you'd be leaving that fee on the table." She was still squirming in her seat, obviously uncomfortable with my plan. "Look, I suppose I should have mentioned this a while ago but I wasn't sure how it would be received. I don't model fashions in all my photo shoots. In fact a lot of them are like Friday's for which I'll be modeling mostly me. It's a nude shoot." I was surprised, but certainly not shocked. "So?" "Look I'm not at all ashamed about it, but as I said, I wasn't sure what you'd think about the whole thing." I laughed. "Honey if that's the biggest skeleton you've got in your closet you can rest easy. I've got you beat hands down! Ask me someday how I first met David." Pat's face lit up whenever she smelled good dirt. "Someday? Last time I looked today's a someday. Give it up, girl." I groaned. "Oh God I knew I'd wind up telling you this one day, but I wanted to lay a proper foundation first. David was in Washington for this charity dinner party and after he checked into the hotel he was feeling a little frisky so he called the concierge to have a girl sent up to his room." "David used hookers? He never seemed the type." "What's the type? He was a male and all his equipment worked. Most guys don't have a libido meter mounted externally." "Okay okay, sorry I interrupted, where do you come into the story?" I hesitated for only a split second. "I was the hooker sent up to his room." Wow! I had always thought it was just an expression, but Patty's jaw really did drop. "Dad and I were going through a difficult time financially so I decided to be 'little miss take charge' and earn some extra cash to tide us over. David was my third trick in a little more than one day. He offered to get me the job at Gateway and said he'd pay for Cornell if I gave up prostitution." I smiled wistfully. "It's funny but the way I felt about him after that first night I would have done whatever he said and for the next two years I pretty much did!" Patty was still staring with her mouth open. "Patty you're starting to make me feel uncomfortable. Say something!" She started speaking very slowly and deliberately. "This all blows my mind. You have another dimension I never suspected. That's a pretty ballsy solution to money problems, especially for an eighteen year old. Hell, I'm eighteen and I'm the only one I know who might come up with that as a possible solution and I haven't." I snorted. "I don't think they're about to hand out merit badges for that kind of solution. I've often felt thankful for what I came up with though. If I hadn't been hooking I wouldn't have met David." "So I guess it'll be okay if you guys are at my shoot. I'm curious about how I'll feel about Howard seeing me naked." My brain slipped into gear. "Oh my God! That's the solution to our earlier problem! Jump Howard! He's good looking, an awesome conversationalist, he's really intelligent, he's been flirting with you since forever, and he wouldn't be cheating on anyone because his life is spent taking care of me!" "I thought you said he wouldn't be cheating." "I know, I'm not exactly sure why I never attacked Howard. I guess I think of him as being a brother type. Oh well, if I change my mind it would be easy enough to steal him away from you." Patty snorted. "In your dreams, girl!" She looked at her watch. "I gotta get to class. If it's okay I want to drop over tonight to review your notes for Lawlor's class. I'll spring for the pizza if you pick up the beer?" "I've already got the better part of a case in the 'fridge. I may be asleep when you get there so just let yourself in." "'kay." Patty went to class and I went back to my apartment. I spent the rest of the afternoon plotting how I would pull this off. I was determined to hook Howard and Patty up. I knew Howard would resist jumping one of my friends on principle, but he might put the moves on a new employee at Gateway Farm. The more apparent distance I could put between Patty and I, the better chance I had. I looked at my watch and decided Howard would probably be at the D. C. house so I called. "Hey you, Frank asked me to see about hiring an assistant and I've found a girl I want to give a trial shot. She's working over at the Glen. Can you land there so we can save time on Friday?" "I'm fine, how are you Ariel? No." "Sorry, I'm fine Howard. You mean no about Watkins Glen? How come? I thought there was a little airport at Schuyler." "That's right and little is the operative word in your sentence. That's a 2100 foot strip and depending on wind conditions I wouldn't feel all that great about your landing a 172 there much less the Citation. There's a 7000 foot strip in Corning, but that's means a stop on the way back to pick up the car and a drive back to school of over an hour. It'd save you a few minutes on the way down, though. If she works out would this Corning pickup turn into a regular thing?" "No, this is an infrequent thing. She's doing a nude photo shoot at the track." I could see him smiling through the phone line. "I knew you'd get the hang of this hiring slash human relations gig! Good work." "Letch!" "What'd you meet her through Patty?" Just before hanging up the phone I smiled as I replied: "It is Patty, cowboy. It was supposed to be a fashion shoot until she heard you were coming. I guess she just wanted to get naked around you. See Ya." I bagged my Friday classes and drove Pat to her shoot. I watched them setting up for a little while and the photographer came up to us. "Hi Patty, listen, Heather Clark's a no show which leaves us one girl short." He kept speaking to Pat but turned his face toward me. "I was hoping your friend might fill in. She certainly has a good look." "That's up to Ariel. What do you say, girlfriend? Want to get naked with me?" I thought about it for a minute. "I wish I could. I'm usually quite the exhibitionist but I'm going to have to decline." "Jerry, give us a minute, will you? Let me talk to her." The photographer went back to setting up lighting equipment. "What's up? I would have thought that something like this would be right up your alley." "No, you didn't think it through. I get naked and the pictures would wind up everywhere and might cause Frank embarrassment. My degree of celebrity, however undeserved, would attract someone to print the pictures and shine a light on them" "Now I feel like a piece of garbage." "Don't. Look, under ordinary circumstances I'd be totally up for it but I'm trying to act like a grown up for my role as Chairwoman of David's Foundation. Look, I'm going over to the airport and pick up Howard. Apologize to Jerry for me." I drove off suspecting I knew how the shoot would play out. Howard was sitting by the terminal. When I pulled up he leaned into the car. "What's up? I expected two of you." "Hop in; we'll go pick her up." "At least I'll get to see naked women!" I smiled thoughtfully. "Only Patty, the other model didn't show." We parked next to the photographer's truck at the racetrack. Somehow he'd been able to get his hands on a Formula I car and as we walked up Patty was leaning against the front tire with a black leather halter top, a leather and cloth designer cap cut to look like a seaman's cap, flame retardant pants, three inch long dangly diamond earrings, and six swatch watches running up one arm. It was actually quite sexy but could certainly have made it into just about any popular magazine. While Patty was changing Howard and I pitched in and helped the photographer pack up his equipment. I asked Jerry how the shoot went. "Pretty good, I think. We sort of switched formats at the last minute 'cause Patty insisted we do the nude work first and finish up with the commercial shots for the watch ad campaign. I almost think it seemed like she wanted to get the nude work wrapped up before you got back. Have you been hitting on her lately?" I laughed, "No but I think she might want to make moves on the guy I'm with." Patty came up to us at that point. "Everybody ready?" Jerry leaned over and kissed her on her cheek. "Thanks again Pat, I really mean that. I think we got some pretty good ones. I'll let you know what the advertisers say." She kissed him back. "Thanks for your understanding." Howard let me handle the takeoff but stayed in the seat beside me until we left Corning airspace and I was in ATC's control. He unbuckled his seatbelt and headed for the galley. "Want anything?" "Water; when you get a chance. I'll call you at the last VORTAC." I knew Howard wanted to be in the cockpit when we landed. For the next two hours I actually flew the plane, rather than turn it over to the autopilot. Howard got back into his seat as we approached Lexington. I asked him "Well?" "She's really nice. Bright without being arrogant, sexy without being totally egocentric, I like her." "Told ya." We landed at Lexington and I drove us to the farm in the Hummer H2 which was one of the perks of my job. Even though I spent most of my time with my eyes on the road, there was no way I could miss the body language and frequency of eye contact between the two of them. I had a feeling I'd be the only one sleeping alone that night. When we got to the farm I dropped Howard at his bungalow and Patty and I drove on to mine. I asked her "I guess it's a waste of time to move your stuff into the second bedroom in my bungalow. Maybe we should leave it in the car and drop it at Howard's later?" "Definitely not! We may wind up exchanging some bodily fluids tonight but I'm still a woman whose primary focus should be learning her new job. I'm still kind of shocked that even though we've been friends all semester I never noticed how hot Howard is before." "I don't know about heat, but what's always amazed me about him is the way he can see all the implications of a situation almost instantly. He understands things, and people for that matter." Patty looked a little nervous. "You mean like telepathic or something?" Ariel chuckled. "I never thought about it that way but perhaps almost. I always chalked it up to being adept at jumping to correct conclusions on amazingly little data." She could see that she was making Patty ever more uncomfortable with every word. "What's wrong?" "Well, I've been thinking, maybe it's not such a great idea hooking up with Howard. I should find someone not already connected to you." "I don't get it! Three minutes ago you're telling me how hot you think he is and now you're no longer interested because he knows me? Girl it was my idea! Now go and fuck his brains out!" "I told you no! Now will you stay out of my face about it! Jesus Christ can't you leave it alone?" She banged her head against the side window for emphasis and Ariel drove on to her bungalow in silence. They pulled into the space next to the front porch and as each girl grabbed her own bags the silence continued. The Tales of Ariel Brody Ch. 05 Ariel was unpacking and putting away her things when she saw Patty in the corner of her eye, leaning in the doorway. She heard the mumbled "Sorry." Ariel turned and plopped down on her bed staring at Patty, "Yeah... What was up with that?" Pat dropped onto her back at the foot of the bed. "I shouldn't have come. I knew that this situation was going to crop up and even though I knew it was coming I felt cornered in the car." Ariel didn't speak. Patty stabbed her fists on the mattress. "I really want to have sex with Howard. I just don't know to do it without having everyone find out!" Now it finally made sense to Ariel. "You mean find out that you're a virgin?" Patty's mouth dropped open as Ariel continued. "I'm afraid you're a little late with that piece of news. I've known it forever and so has Howard. It's the only logical explanation for the way you've been acting all year." Ariel reached out and held the other girl's hand. "Your frequent rants notwithstanding there've been quite a few guys this semester who've started your engines but you always blew them off before they could get into the driver's seat." Patty quickly covered her face with both hands. "This is all too embarrassing." Ariel started running her fingers through Patty's hair as she said, "Believe it or not we all started out that way." "But nobody waits until they're eighteen except the girls who nobody wants." "First of all that's not true and secondly you already know there've been guys who've wanted to jump you." Patty rolled onto her belly. "What if I'm no good?" "Then I'm absolutely sure you picked the right guy in Howard. I'd imagine he'd be the most patient teacher you could have." She rubbed the girl's back before slapping her bottom. "Girl I really am jealous about the night you're about to have." She rubbed Patty's bottom and ran her fingers between her legs. "I wish I could watch! Come on, let's go up to the big house for introductions to your new bosses." As the two girls headed up the path Patty said "I wouldn't mind." Ariel kept walking without speaking so Patty continued. "I meant I wouldn't mind if you watched." A few steps further up the path Ariel said, "I knew what you meant." She put her arm around the nervous girl's shoulders. "I might just take you up on that... Let me think about it." Kathleen cooked Thai that night and everyone raved about her Larb Gai and rice. Ariel had been whispering to Patty during the serving of the entrée and their hostess looked as if she were in on the secret. As they were having after dinner drinks Kathleen asked the table, "Since it's a bit chilly to repair to the swimming pool anybody got any suggestions for after dinner entertainment?" Ariel looked at Patty and nodded. In a cautious, nearly timid voice Patty answered her hostess. "I have a suggestion, or maybe it's a request, but I'd need Howard's help to put it into action." Howard was taken by surprise but as he continued to eat his plum pudding and hard sauce he looked at Patty and mumbled, "Anything I can do to help, Babe, consider me in." Patty then said, "Well Kathleen, I'm really inexperienced about sex and I'm afraid I'm not very good at it. When I asked Ariel how to best solve my problem she said that if she were a... virgin she couldn't imagine a better teacher than Howard and that I should get him to be my teacher. Since he's already said he'd be willing to help I wondered if it might be considered entertaining for everyone to watch my lesson." The proverbial pin didn't drop because everyone would certainly have heard it. Ariel finally called, "Shotgun! I want a front row seat for this!" Frank said, "Everyone's kidding, right?" Kathleen poured herself some more wine and sat back down as she stared at Patty. "No Darling, I don't believe she is." She turned to her husband as she continued. "And unless I miss my guess it all sounds like one of your manager's ideas." Howard pushed his chair back from the table and went over behind Patty's chair. He leaned over and began nibbling her ear as his hand slipped under her shirt and into her bra. "They can't seem to make up their minds what they want to do. Why don't we grab our drinks and relax in the den?" Patty was a near caricature of a naïve, demure young girl as she took her glass in one hand and placed her other in Howard's. She rose from her chair and allowed Howard to lead her from the room while keeping her head lowered toward the floor, only sneaking occasional looks at her soon-to-be lover by darting her eyes up toward his without moving her head. Ariel started to push her chair back and began to rise when Kathleen asked her, "More wine my dear?" Ariel sat back down placed her glass closer to her hostess. "Yes, please." As Kathleen poured the wine she asked "So Ariel, I've heard my husband's opinions but I wanted a different opinion. Are there any two-year-olds on the farm which have caught your attention?" Ariel hesitated before answering. "Kathleen you've hit on what would ordinarily be a favorite topic of mine but I wonder whether this is the most appropriate time to address it." She again began to rise. "Except that I think this is the perfect time to discuss it." She smiled at Ariel. "After all, it seems we've lost all our other dinner guests and a hostess must keep her remaining guest entertained." A deep groan drifted in from the next room. "Actually I wonder whether the best entertainment might not be going on without us in the den." Kathleen smiled, "Possibly but if I allow you to head in there I'd probably feel compelled to follow shortly thereafter and we'd be leaving my husband with no one to entertain him. So as exciting as it might be in there, I think that room is barred from us unless Frank decides to go in and take the best seat first." "No, you girls go in. I'll head upstairs and read before bed." "Frank you know I rarely give you a hard time but tonight I'm afraid I have to. The way I see it you have three choices and reading isn't one of them. You can either go into the den and watch the sex show or you can go up to our room where you can expect to be followed by Ariel and I. For sure I'll jump your bones and she can either join in or play spectator." "You said that I had three choices." "Oh yeah, all of the above." Frank looked like he might argue but seeing the look in Kathleen's eyes he rose and straightened his tie as he headed for the den with Ariel and his wife close behind. Patty was naked on the sofa and had her feet on Howard's shoulders as his tongue explored her vagina with periodic forays up to her clit. She had more or less stopped moaning but was emitting a series of high pitched squeaks as her fingers clenched and opened in Howard's hair. Each time as she built toward a new crescendo she would yank on his hair, trying to drive his entire head into her canal. As her head snapped back and forth she spotted her new audience and smiled at Ariel saying simply, "...fucking awesome!" Howard reached up and grabbed Patty's breasts. As soon as he began massaging her nipples she resumed groaning. In a few short minutes he again brought her yet another orgasm causing her to lift her feet off Howard's shoulders and begin kicking him hard with her heels impacting his back just below his scapula. Howard sat up and Patty looked like she was about to cry over the absence of his tongue. He chucked as he said"Don't worry, I still need to pay more attention to your clit but it's time to shift positions; partly because it's time for you to share in the workload and partly to get my back out of the range of your dangerous heels." He reclined on the couch pulling Patty's pussy over his face, leaving her staring at his throbbing cock. "Kiss it!" Patty tentatively reached out and at first touched and then held Howard's cock. She smiled and suppressed a giggle just as his teeth started nibbling her clit. Suddenly her mouth opened wide as she tried to put his entire organ in her mouth. "Easy girl, it won't work without lubrication. Be gentle at first, kiss it and lick it; as it becomes coated with your saliva it'll be easier to suck. Remember when I started working on your pussy? Little kisses and gentle licks were still needed even though you were very wet inside, and I can't produce as much lubrication as you can." He lowered his lips back between Patty's legs and resumed nibbling. Watching the drama between Patty and Howard's cock reminded Ariel of a story from her childhood. Rikki Tikki Tavi the mongoose dancing his deadly dance with Nagaina, the deadly mother Cobra. Each was seemingly mesmerized by the other as they feint and parry, kiss and lick, move and countermove. It seemed that Patty had made a new best friend and was eager to get to know it's every feature, every like and dislike in as short a period of time possible. Three times she tried to deep throat it and three times she had to stop, interrupted by a fit of gagging and choking. She looked at Howard and asked, "What am I doing wrong?" He lifted his face from its snack to reply, "Nothing really but it's a skill that needs to be learned and you're trying to skip high school and go straight to college. Spin around and put your legs over the sofa back and hang your head over the edge of the seat." After Patty positioned herself Howard said, "Now this might be a little uncomfortable while your throat is learning what it's capable of but it's a far friendlier angle of attack." He moved around on his knees and inserted his cock into the teen's mouth. As he began rocking in and out he made sure that the end of his tool touched, but never penetrated the entrance to her throat. At one point she reached up and removed his cock and said, "You know from this position you could be eating me too!" He chuckled, "You already know how to receive pleasure. Besides, I don't want your attention divided. This is all about your getting pleasure from pleasing me. Now suck my cock, slut!" She smiled, "I never knew you could be a virgin and a slut so I guess I am learning." She gobbled his cock back into her mouth and after three quick strokes she grabbed his ass and thrust his full length into her and down her gullet. She scraped her front teeth through his pubic hair trying to trap some between her teeth. The thrust took Howard by surprise and he began to lose control. They both felt it coming so Patty injected a heightened sense of urgency in their lovemaking until Howard began to spurt into the girl's mouth. Her hands grabbed the base of his tool and began milking him until every drop which was within him was now in her mouth. Patty swung her legs around and once she was seated on the sofa she spit all his cum into her right hand while pulling him into a deep kiss with her left. After she broke from the kiss she lapped up most of the cum and swallowed it with a huge grin. What little was left clinging to her palm she rubbed into her nipples and offered each for Howard to suckle. Kathleen leaned over and softly said to Ariel, "She didn't need lessons, she just needed confidence." Patty heard the comment and held her hand to her mouth in a mock attempt to conceal her giggle. "Anyone want to stand in while Howard's recuperating?" Howard grabbed her chin and turned her to face him. "No going to the bullpen yet! This pitcher doesn't want to come out in the fifth inning. In the real world you won't have a bullpen to go to so you'd better learn how to accelerate my recovery time. At least if you ever want to become a top shelf whore!" Patty kept her eyes locked on Howard's as she took his face gently in the palms of her hands and began kissing her way around it. Ariel almost jumped out of her chair when something touched her left shoulder. Kathleen had apparently risen unnoticed and gotten them drinks from the bar. She held out a 10 oz. bar glass containing a tan viscous liquid. As Ariel looked up Kathleen asked, "Buttery nipple?" Ariel laughed. "Large nipples, I see." Patty had pulled Howard onto the couch and she sat on his lap facing him. As she continued kissing him she reached between them and made sure that his semi hard cock received near constant stimulation as she rubbed her labia and clit against it. Howard did very little. He allowed Patty to do him without adding much energy to her efforts. She again reached between them and repositioned Howard's cock so as to seat the purple head just inside the entrance to her core, the entrance to a path which would finally remove the one social impediment which had debilitated her for as long as she could remember. Their eyes were locked on each other's and Howard became moving his hips ever so slightly, just enough to augment Patty's efforts. He sensed that she still wanted control of her own ascent into womanhood. Like a riding student posting on horseback she let her body weight drive the spike which was his cock ever deeper into her until with one rapid thrust she impaled herself fully on that spike. Howard quickly reached up and wrapped his arms around her and showered her face with kisses before pulling back to allow their eyes entry into each other's souls. His hands slid down her back until each had firmly grabbed one cheek of her ass. They both knew it was his turn to drive. Patty quickly leaned in and gave Howard a closed lips little girl kiss and as she pulled back she flashed a huge grin to her audience who responded with polite golf applause. Howard began the rhythm of their lovemaking and all could hear the incipient moan growing Patty's throat. She needed no instruction. She was fucking.