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The following is a work of fiction regarding sexual relationships. If you
feel that it is illegal, immoral, or otherwise improper for you to read
this, then *Don't Read It.*

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*Kathy*

Copyright (c) 1991, 1998, 2001 by Morgan. All rights reserved.

Please note the original copyright date. This story was basically
written ten years ago and was originally posted in 1988. As a result, you
will likely find obsolete references. I'm afraid you'll just have to live
with it; it's too tedious trying to keep up with the latest and greatest.
It was previously posted on ASSM in 1998, but not since then.

Incidentally, you will find occasional entries, _word_. The reason for
this is that MS Word's Auto Format function puts a word preceded and
followed by an underscore in italics; that's my intent. Similarly, *word*
results in the word appearing in bold face. If you use Word's Auto Format,
it will take care of things; if you don't, you at least know why it's
there.

More of my works are posted on my site <www.asstr.org/~Morgan> If you
like it -- or if you don't -- please let me know at morg105829@aol.com.

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*Book I*

*Chapter 1*

Kathy Smith was doing something different tonight, having just quit her
job. She visited Charley's, a bar she owned in town. Normally, she would
sit at a table but tonight she wanted to talk to Charley. She was sitting
at the corner of the bar nursing a club soda with a lime. It was nearly
eleven o'clock on a Friday night in Norfolk, Virginia. The crowd was, as
usual, almost entirely Navy personnel. Located across from the main gate
of the Naval Base, it was a primary hangout for sailors. After all,
Norfolk was the headquarters facility of the entire U.S. Atlantic Fleet.

Charley, the manager and ostensible owner, was protective of Kathy. He
was tending bar while looking over the crowd. Although he made a point of
keeping the stool next to hers free, while he was at the other end of the
bar a naval officer in uniform sat on the stool next to hers. Although he
wore the rank of commander, he looked like a wreck. His uniform looked
like it had been slept in despite the man looking like he hadn't slept in
days. Charley didn't like it, but there wasn't much he could do about it.
The officer looked dead tired, but he was still about six feet three, and
appeared to weigh something better than two hundred pounds. He was more
than Charley cared to take on.

Kathy looked at the officer and felt a unique sensation surge through
her. Without conscious thought, she turned and said, "You look like you
lost your last friend."

Charley saw what was happening and was astonished. This was the first
time Kathy had ever spoken to anyone in the place except for himself and a
few of the staff. For that matter, she seldom came in at all.

Kathy Smith was a built like a dream: five feet seven, with a figure and
movements like an athletic model. Although not apparent from her present
conservative dress, Charley knew she had a perfect figure. Tonight she was
wearing a camel's hair skirt, cashmere sweaters, and a simple gold chain.
_As usual,_ Charley thought, _she looks like a million bucks._

Kathy continued looking at the stranger and feeling the strange
sensation. The officer tried to focus on her. "I don't like women!"

"Why not?" she asked quietly.

"They're all bitches!"

"All of them?"

"I guess so... at least my ex-wife is. She's a real bitch."

"Have you eaten?" Kathy asked. _My God! What am I *doing?*_ she
wondered.

"I guess so, but I can't remember exactly when."

"Today?"

"I'm not sure."

"Would you like to take a ride?"

"Let's go."

Kathy got up off her stool and gave Charley a private wink on the way
out. Charley just shook his head in amazement. She and the officer went
around the corner of the building to her car, a new BMW 635 CSi. She
unlocked it and said, "Hop in."

"Is this _yours?"_

"Yes."

"The B-girl business must be better than I thought. I had better warn
you, though: I don't have any money. What little my ex-wife didn't get, my
lawyer did."

Kathy gave him an icy look. "Thanks a lot."

Kathy started the BMW up and drove off, smoothly shifting up through the
gears. After leaving the Expressway, she drove in a circuitous route to an
office-apartment complex in Virginia Beach. At a gate, she reached for an
electronic controller, pressed the button and the gate swung open. Beyond
the courtyard a garage door was automatically rising. She drove into the
garage and shut off the engine.

"Hop out. We're here."

"Where is here?" he asked.

"My place. Come on up." She took a key from her purse and put it into a
wall switch. The steel door in front of them slid open revealing a
wood-paneled elevator car. They got in and Kathy pushed an unmarked
button. As she did, she turned to her companion and held out her hand.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Kathy Smith."

"Hi. I'm Ken Stark." He shook hands and was surprised at the firmness
of her grip.

The elevator door smoothly slid open revealing a quietly decorated
entrance hall. To their right was the main entrance to the apartment.
They went on through the living room to the kitchen with Kathy turning on
lights as she went.

"What would you like? I could whip up a couple of steaks and a salad,
if that's okay."

"That sounds great," Ken replied.

Kathy noticed that Ken was starting to relax. She noticed laugh lines
now appearing when he smiled. It was obvious that his depressed attitude
was not his normal condition. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable?
Would you like to fix yourself a drink?"

"Sure. What do you have and where do you keep it?"

"Just about everything, and it's in the bar over there."

Ken looked and saw a fully-equipped wet bar located between the living
room and another room he guessed to be the library. "I think I'll just
have a beer. What can I get you?"

"I'll join you. There's Sam Adams in the refrigerator."

He opened the refrigerator and found at least six brands of beer. Most
were imported. He found the Sam Adams and opened two bottles. "Do you
want a glass?"

"Please. They're in the cabinet right above you."

Ken found the beer glasses in a chiller paneled to appear to be a piece
of furniture. He poured the beers and returned to the kitchen. "All the
comforts. I've never seen a place with so many. The B-girl business is
_much_ better than I thought.

"That's the second time you've said that, and I didn't appreciate it the
first time. Actually, I'm a lawyer."

"Business must be pretty good. How old are you, anyway?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but I'm twenty-six. How old are
you?"

"How old am I, or how old do I feel?"

"Both."

"Well, I guess my driver's license says I'm thirty-one; I just feel like
I'm 110."

While they talking Kathy was preparing two gorgeous steaks. "Do you
like spicy food?"

"I guess so. Why?"

"I'll try something different, then. Tell me about your problems."

"I would rather not. It would just bore you and infuriate me."

"Would you like to clean up a bit? You look like you've been going for
days. Come on, I'll show you where."

Ken allowed himself to be led to the master bedroom and then into a
bathroom off it.

"Good grief! I've never seen anything quite like this."

He stopped and stared like a bumpkin. The bathroom was larger than most
bedrooms. It had two sinks, a shower, a tub the size of a small swimming
pool and opened out through glass doors to a private swimming pool area
beyond. The area was beautifully landscaped and surrounded with a
palisade-type fence about ten feet high providing complete privacy in all
directions except from directly overhead. Ken turned to Kathy, "What floor
are we on?"

She grinned. "The sixth. Why?"

"Just asking. I thought it was impossible to put a swimming pool up
this high."

"It can be done. It just takes money."

"Obviously."

Kathy left Ken alone in the bathroom after showing him where a full
array of men's toiletries were kept. Ken continued to look around in
amazement. His wife had been a world-class slob, particularly in the
bathroom. There were always undies, makeup, tissues and other debris lying
around. Ken thought about taking a shower, but didn't feel like getting
back into his dirty clothes. He realized he looked terrible. Taking off
his tunic -- he was wearing his officer's whites -- Ken decided to settle
on a wash and a shave. A whore's bath would have to do. He noticed that
all the men's toiletries were Polo by Ralph Lauren. Since every container
was the same shade of green, it took a few moments to figure out which was
which. He washed, shaved, splashed on some cologne and started to feel
human again. After dressing again he returned to the kitchen.

"Feel better?" Kathy asked. "You certainly look and smell better, at
least if you like the fragrance of Polo. I do."

"Who's stuff is that? Isn't your boyfriend going to be pissed when he
finds a stranger has been using his things?"

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"Then what is it there for?"

"For you to use. And you just did. Let's eat. I didn't think I was
hungry until I started cooking. Now I'm famished."

"Good grief! It's almost two o'clock."

"As I said, let's eat," Kathy repeated with a smile.

They sat down at a counter built as a part of the kitchen cabinets. The
two steaks looked beautiful; they had been Cajun blackened. Along with
baked potatoes, there was a beautiful salad. Ken went to the bar and
returned with two more beers. The dinner passed without conversation.
When they finished, Kathy told Ken to go into the living room and sit down
while she cleaned up.

He sat down on the sofa and that was the last thing he
remembered.*Chapter 2*

Kathy sat on the sofa in the living room with her legs tucked under her,
trying to read a book. She was wearing a man's pajama top with only one of
its buttons fastened. She could see Ken still asleep in the bedroom. She
tried to analyze her motives, but could not. She had picked up a man in a
bar! She had never done anything like it in her life!

She remembered with a small smile how she had returned to the living
room early in the morning to find Ken out like a light, the poor guy. He
had just collapsed. She remembered struggling to get him into bed, and she
shivered as she recalled stripping off his clothes piece by piece. The
effect must be similar to men watching a stripper perform with the
excitement coming more from the anticipation than the realization. When he
was fully naked she admired his body. He had broad shoulders and narrow
hips; in spite of its hard use his body was that of a trained athlete.
Just then Kathy saw Ken stirring on the bed.

Ken looked around and found that he was in the king-sized bed he had
seen in the bedroom the previous night. He was naked. Looking around,
there was no sign of his clothes. Looking through the doorway he saw Kathy
sitting on the sofa with her legs tucked under her wearing a man's pajama
top. The bed showed the marks of shared occupancy. He tried to remember
what had happened. He had the vaguest recollection of making love -- of
achieving a marvelous physical release. But was it all a dream?

Kathy looked up and saw him. "Hi, sleepyhead. Have you rejoined the
ranks of the living?"

"I think so. I would get up, but I'm not dressed. What do I do?"

"You get up. How do you think you got into bed in the first place?"

"You did it?" Ken asked incredulously. "How?"

"I'm practiced," she said enigmatically. "You'll find a robe that fits
in the closet.

Ken got out of bed, ignoring his nakedness. Going to the closet he
found a navy-blue flannel bathrobe. It was a perfect fit and seemed to be
brand new. He put it on and went out to the kitchen. Kathy was bending
over the stove as he came up behind her. Her pajama top was hiked up in
the rear exposing a gorgeous little ass. Ken couldn't resist. He put his
hands over her asscheeks and squeezed.

Kathy gave a little yelp and then seemed to melt. He continued to
gently squeeze, while she had her hands on the range, making soft mewing
sounds. His right hand continued around her body. He put it on her
prominent mound and received a surprise. Her mound of Venus was bare --
there was no pubic hair. He slowly moved his hand and entered her cunt.

Kathy straightened up slowly. She didn't turn nor did she try to move
his hand. She just leaned back against him. By now both of his hands were
around her body gently exploring it. He found that her belly was flat
while her breasts were perfectly proportioned and beautifully sized. Ken
loved nice boobs, but didn't like cows. He unbuttoned the only fastened
button on the pajama top Kathy was wearing and let it drop to the floor,
then gently turned her around to face him. "You're beautiful. You know
that, don't you?"

"Thank you, kind sir. Can we go to bed now?"

"That's supposed to be my line."

"You're too slow. I'm tired of waiting."

Ken picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom.
Curiously, she seemed to be as light as a feather. Her hair was medium
length and tawny, gold in color rather than blond. Her eyes were a
brilliant blue and were focused on him.

When he slipped out of the robe and got into bed beside her, she rolled
over on top of him. Ken's phallus was powerfully erect and had been ever
since the kitchen. She got astride him and slowly worked it into her
vagina, moving her pelvis with slow motions to help. As he entered her she
continued to move her hips as his cock went in to its full length. She
gave a soft sigh, and slowly started to rotate her hips. She began making
small mewing noises as her pleasure mounted. In the meantime, her loins
were vibrating on his cock. It was almost as if there was another pair of
hands inside her, slowly squeezing him. Her body barely moved. There was
just the slow pelvic motion and that wonderful internal movement.

Then she started to move slowly up and down on his raging member. To
Ken it was exquisitely tormenting. He wanted to move quickly but Kathy
wouldn't let him. "Just lie back. I know what I'm doing," she said.

Her movements increased in tempo. As Ken was about to release, she
slowed her movements just enough to bring him down from his peak only to
bring him back up again moments later. He lost count of how many times he
had been up and down. His whole being started to scream for release. But
still Kathy maintained the tempo, nearly to climax then retreat. Each time
it seemed that the peak was higher than the time before, but still she
wouldn't let him cum. Her moans, increasing in intensity, showed she was
reaching her own peak.

Finally, he could contain it no longer and his phallus exploded. It
seemed that he would never stop cuming. His release triggered an eruption
at the heart of Kathy's being. It had never ever been like this before for
her or for him. She screamed. Her climax was so powerful she lost
consciousness and collapsed on top of him.

* * *

Kathy awoke and found herself entwined on the bed with Ken. She
stretched her arms and legs languorously. It had been so long since she
had been with a man. And it had never been like this. She looked over
Ken's body. It was beautiful, but scarred. She continued the exploration
of his body that she had begun the night before but the light was better
this time. She looked again at the dimpled bullet scars on his upper arm
and shoulder. Feeling playful, she tweaked her nipples to make them turgid
and then found that her stiff pink nipple just fit into the depressions on
Ken's body. She looked down and found him looking at her with his grey
eyes. His hair was brown, she thought, but it had been bleached by the sun
to a color similar to her own. He grinned up at her and she grinned back.
Slowly, she slid down his body, kissing it and running her nipples over it.
It was exciting to feel his body hair on her smooth skin. Ken started to
run his hands over her body. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"It's figure study by the braille method. You're beautiful."

Kathy moved up and kissed him. _Good grief,_ she thought. _That's the
first time I've ever kissed him._ The kiss lasted. She heard bells and
felt her body start to go limp. It was as if her bones and muscles were
turning to jelly.

"Do you hear them too?" Ken asked.

"Mmm, Mmm. I guess you mean the bells?"

"Have you ever heard them before?"

"Nope. Have you?" Kathy slid down Ken's body again. When she got down
to his sex, she stopped and studied it. "You have a beautiful cock," she
said.

"And you have a beautiful body."

She took his member into her mouth. Because of their earlier exertions,
it was now flaccid. She ran her tongue slowly over its head, and took the
tip inside her mouth. Ken lay back. "What _are_ you doing?" he asked.

"Just finding out what you taste like. You taste of cum and, I guess,
my cunt juices. It's wonderful."

As she continued to run her tongue over his prick, it started to stiffen
to attention. Just then, with his prick in her mouth, Ken pivoted on the
bed. His face was opposite her cunt. "It's beautiful. I don't think I've
ever seen a hairless cunt before. Why did you do it?"

Kathy didn't answer. Instead, her head started moving up and down over
what was now a full erection. Ken watched in amazement as, without
apparent effort, she took it all the way into her mouth. The feeling was
wonderful. She was doing with her mouth and tongue what earlier she had
done with her vagina: slowly squeezing and massaging his vibrant sex.

In the meantime Ken had spread Kathy's legs. He noticed that they were
like dancer's legs, smoothly muscled and firm, not soft. He put his face
near her cunt and extended his tongue causing Kathy to moan softly and
spread her legs wider to give him easier access. His tongue entered her
and found her magic button. He got it between his teeth and gently bit on
it. He ran his tongue in and out, slowly sucking in the accumulation of
fluids. It _did_ taste good. As his tongue went in and out, her hips were
undulating. Ken was beside himself. While his mouth was encountering
exquisite tastes, he could feel his prick being massaged and his balls
gently kneaded. Again, he could feel himself taken to a peak where he felt
he had to explode.

Each time Kathy eased back a trifle just before he had to come.
Finally, the excitement was too great for them. Kathy's mouth closed over
his cock swollen to its extreme size but nevertheless, she had taken it all
in. Then he exploded. He could feel her swallowing quickly as she took
his discharge.

At the same time, her hips moved violently; it was all he could do to
hold her beautifully muscled body as her fluids gushed. He licked and
swallowed; they tasted great. After licking out the final drops, he
flipped Kathy's body around so it was lying beside his own. Then they
dropped off to sleep together.

* * *

Ken was the first to awaken this time. He looked at the lovely girl he
was holding in his arms. He saw a girl with skin as smooth as satin and he
wondered at his luck. Being invited to her apartment by a beautiful girl wasn't the way his world worked. He thought about his ex-wife, Sylvia.
She was different from Kathy in every way. At its best their sex life
together had been barely adequate. Ken recalled that it was never as good
after the wedding as it had been before. She used to complain that his
phallus was too big. He couldn't recall ever getting it all the way in.
As far as going down on him was concerned, she said the idea was repulsive.

He realized that Sylvia didn't really like sex but knew he did. In
fact, he felt he had to have it so she used sex as a weapon to get what she
wanted from him. Now he wondered why he had ever bothered. Ken guessed
that it must have been his lack of experience with women going back to his
Naval Academy days. But while Sylvia was reluctant, Kathy was joyous. She
seemed to love sex and seemed to need it as much as he did.

As he studied her, Kathy's eyes opened. She murmured, "Hi."

He just grinned at her. Although he thought that his grin must look
dumb, she just grinned back. She looked at him and said, "Let's eat. I'm
starving to death, particularly with all of the exercise we've been having.
Do you want me to melt away from starvation?"

She got out of bed while Ken admired her sleek nakedness as she moved
gracefully with apparent total unconcern for her nudity. She went to the
kitchen and Ken heard a few noises. A moment later she reappeared and went
into the bathroom. After he heard the toilet flush and the water running,
she reappeared, still nude.

Stopping at the bed she looked down at him with her hands folded into
small fists on her hips. "And what are you looking at?" she asked.

"Just you. Do you _really_ know how beautiful you are?"

"No, and neither do you. You're just showing how little you know about
women."

"And you're just fishing for compliments. You _are_ beautiful, you
know."

Kathy pertly stuck out her tongue and then went out to the kitchen. Ken
got up, went into the bathroom and started to clean himself up. He found a
toothbrush, and then jumped into the shower. When he came out, he put on
the bathrobe and went out to the kitchen. He stopped and laughed.

There was Kathy, nude, wearing only a small apron, with a hurt look on
her face. "What's so funny?" she asked with a wry little grin. "How would
you like it if bacon fat spattered on your tit?"

"I wouldn't know; I don't have boobs." Ken went up to her, knelt down,
and started running his tongue over her breasts and nipples. He stood up
and took her into his arms. "I kissed it to make it better." He kissed her
gently on the mouth. She tasted delicious. And the bells sounded again.

"Please, Ken, I really am starving. I know your spend is protein, but
I've never heard of it being tested for food value. Besides, the bacon and
eggs will burn."

She took them off the stove. Ken was dazzled to find in addition to the
bacon and eggs, orange juice -- freshly squeezed -- along with hash browns
and toast. The aroma of the coffee smelled delicious to a sailor who lives
on it. They sat down again at the counter side by side where they had
eaten the previous night. The food rapidly disappeared and he realized
that Kathy wasn't just picking at hers. She was eating like a person with
a real appetite who wasn't afraid to show it. When he asked her about it,
she said, "I _do_ like food, and I told you I was hungry."

As they had another cup of coffee, Ken asked Kathy, "By any chance, do
you have a cigarette in the house?"

"What brand do you smoke?"

"Winston Lights, why?"

Kathy got down off the stool and went off to the other room. Ken loved
the way her firm little ass wiggled slightly as she went off. A few
moments later she was back with a pack of Winston Lights and a lighter. He
opened the pack, took out a cigarette and lighted up. "May I have one too,
please?" she asked.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think you smoked."

"I shouldn't, and I guess I don't really, but..."

"But what?"

"It just seems to be the right thing to do after the lovemaking, the
breakfast, and the second cup of coffee."

They smoked in silence for a few moments. Kathy rested her head on
Ken's shoulder.

"Feel good?" she asked.

"I don't know how I could possibly feel any better."

"I do. Come with me." Jim followed Kathy out of the kitchen and then
into the bathroom. As she left the kitchen Kathy dropped the little apron
on the floor. In the bathroom, she turned and took off Ken's bathrobe.
Standing up on tiptoe she kissed him gently on the lips. "Come on."

She went into the shower and beckoned Ken to follow her. Although he
had taken a quick shower earlier, he hadn't realized how large the shower
enclosure really was. There was plenty of room for both of them. Again,
Kathy manipulated a set of controls that Ken hadn't noticed earlier. Warm
water poured over them coming from every conceivable angle. Kathy pressed
a button and suddenly the flow of water stopped.

Kathy picked up soap on a rope -- again it was Polo -- and started to
soap Ken's body. She delighted in the way his body hair caused the soap to
lather. She ran her hands all over his body paying particular attention to
his prick and balls which she fondled tenderly. Then she moved her fingers
between his ass cheeks soaping all the while. Finally, she went to her
knees and soaped his long legs and feet.

Ken just luxuriated in the feeling. At that point, Kathy stood up, gave
him her own soap and said acidly, "You can do this, too, you know."

She stood there as he caressed her entire body, paying particular
attention to her gorgeous breasts. Again, as he soaped them, her nipples
started to harden. He continued, lathering her loins and her ass cheeks.
Then he bent over and soaped her legs and her feet. At this point with her
back to him Kathy pressed a button and again they were flooded with warm
water from every direction. She wriggled her hips and moved her ass
against his prick.

Ken, just following his instinct, bent her body forward. By this time
his prick was again fully erect and he moved it against her ass. Kathy
bent over, grabbed a rail, and, with the water flowing over them, spread
her legs. He put his phallus against her anus and it slowly went in.

Again, Kathy moved, this time using her ass, with body movements that
Ken couldn't even imagine. His hand went around her body and was welcomed
into her cunt. Kathy put his finger on her tiny bud, while she continued
to move her hips. Again, Ken could feel the pressure mounting in his
balls. With so much sexual activity in such a short time, he did not
believe he could possibly get hard again so soon, but he had. He moved in
and out slowly while her sphincter held his weapon like a tender vise,
slowly massaging it as it went in and out.

Once again he came and Kathy screamed her release. It seemed to be even
more violent than the times before but that was impossible. They sagged
slowly together to the floor of the shower as the warm water continued to
flow over their bodies.

* * *

Kathy got up with a groan, activated another switch and the water
stopped. She pulled Ken up and they got out of the shower. Then Kathy
picked up a huge terry cloth towel and started drying him off. She again
stood up on tiptoe and tenderly kissed his lips. She gave him a towel and
he carefully dried off her beautiful body. "Come on, we need to get you
cleaned off."

"Cleaned off! What was the shower for?"

"That just takes off the surface dirt and sweat. I've got something
else."

They went through a door in the bathroom, and entered a sauna. As soon
as he entered, Ken could feel the dry heat strike his body. It was hot!
Meanwhile Kathy took a small dipper and poured water over hot rocks which
caused it instantly to flash into steam. Then she sat beside Ken on the
wooden bench and leaned her head on his shoulder. "You know, this sauna is
much more fun with someone to share it. I've had it for a year or so, but
this is the first time I've had the chance to use it with a man."

The steam rose and Ken could feel his pores opening. Then Kathy picked
up a flat wooden stick and started scraping his skin. Although he thought
his body was clean, what Kathy was scraping off looked black. When she was
finished, Ken took another stick and started to scrape her flesh. What
came off appeared to be just the outer layer of skin with no dirt visible.

About the time he was wondering if he was going to die of suffocation,
Kathy took his hand and pulled him to his feet. Opening the door, they
went outside. The swimming pool he had seen the night before was there but
now he noticed a smaller circular pool near the sauna's door. Kathy let go
of his hand and jumped into it feet first.

Ken realized that the pool was much deeper than it seemed. Kathy's head
disappeared below the water's surface before her feet touched the bottom.
She bobbed to the surface and floated vertically. It was much too deep for
her to stand on the bottom. She ducked her head for a moment and then
surfaced. She flipped her hair back off her face, and grinned up at him.
She looked as sleek as a seal. "Come on in! You saw how it's done."

Ken dropped into the pool next to Kathy. And he almost died. The water
was like ice. Instantly, with a smooth, almost effortless motion, Kathy
pulled herself from the pool. As she got out, she put a foot on Ken's head
and pushed him under water again. When his head popped up to the surface,
Ken was sputtering and shivering. He was freezing! Meanwhile Kathy was
laughing so hard she couldn't even stand. Finally, she controlled herself
and gave Ken a hand, pulling him out. Although Ken didn't think Kathy
weighed more than 120, she seemed to pull him out without effort. She
grabbed a dry towel and, still giggling, wrapped it around him.

Ken took her in his arms, gave her a kiss which almost caused her knees
to buckle, and then suddenly picked her up. Dropping to one knee, he laid
her over his leg and proceeded to spank her bottom. The spanks were just
hard enough to redden her ass cheeks. Kathy struggled in his grip, but she
might as well have been held by steel bands.

The spanking continued as she continued to struggle. She realized her
clit was contacting his leg and was being stimulated by it. Suddenly, she
came in a flood that ran down Ken's leg. At that point he stopped and
released her, helping her to her feet. Again he gave her a melting kiss,
tasting the salt from the tears rolling down her cheeks.

Mournfully, she backed away a step, rubbing her tender ass. "You're a
brute! You attacked a helpless woman!"

"You tricked me! I almost froze to death in there. And then you tried
to drown me!"

Kathy's grin broke through her tears. "You know, I thought about doing
that when I had the sauna and pool put in. It's refrigerated water:
thirty-eight degrees Fahrenheit. I use it almost every day, but I wasn't
sure I could keep from giving it away. Usually, my teeth start chattering
and I get goose-bumps all over. I thought I handled it pretty well."

At that, Ken grinned. "You did, you stinker! You were perfect. I'll
have to add actress to the list of your talents." He started to laugh, then
paused. "I hope I didn't hurt you. I didn't mean to."

Kathy grinned back. "You injured my pride. Now my bottom is tender, in
a warm sort of way." She glared at him and said, "But you made me cum, you
brute! On the other hand, my loins are sore, my asshole can still feel you
and my mouth and throat may never be the same. I still can't believe I was
able to take in your full length. You are a woman's dream. But if we keep
up like this much longer, I'll be a physical wreck."

They went back into the apartment and checked the time. It was nearly
five o'clock. "What would you like to do this evening?" Kathy asked. "Do
you have any plans?"

Ken, standing naked looking like a Greek god, grinned at her. "No, I
have no plans... and I don't have any clothes, either."

Kathy gave a little yelp and left the room, returning in a few moments
with what looked to be his uniform and a box. She hung up the uniform and
gave him the box. "I hope it all fits."

Ken opened the box and found new underwear, socks, and everything else
he needed. "How did you know my sizes?"

"I guessed. Did I guess right?"

"You certainly did. You make me a little nervous sometimes. How did
you know I like Polo toiletries?"

"I didn't. I bought them because I like them. The fragrance really
turns me on."

"Oh. And I thought it was just me."

Kathy cocked her head and grinned. "Well, maybe it's a little bit of
you, along with the Polo."

She squealed and jumped away, covering her reddened ass with her hands
as Ken made a move towards her. When he stopped and held out his arms, she
came up to him and he kissed her. Again, her knees seemed to buckle. "Do
you want to go out tonight?"

Ken smiled at her. "If you're willing, I would like to show you off at
the Officers' Club at the Base. Would you like to go? I think they have a
band playing on Saturday night. I could try to make a reservation."

"I would love to," she said. "Let's do it!" Arm in arm they went into
the bedroom.*Chapter 3*

The Officers' Club at the Naval Base in Norfolk is one of the largest
clubs of its kind in the world. Since Norfolk is the headquarters of the
U.S. Atlantic Fleet, as well as the home of countless other military
installations, the size of the club is no surprise. Ken and Kathy drove
onto the base with Ken wearing his uniform and driving Kathy's car. He
received a snappy salute from the guard on the gate after showing his ID
and then drove up to the entrance of the club.

"Why don't you get out here?" Ken asked. "I'll go park the car."

Kathy said she would rather stay with him.

He put the car in gear and found a parking spot. Opening Kathy's door,
he handed her out of the car. Again, he was startled at how beautiful she
looked. Tonight, she was wearing a white cocktail dress with a full skirt.
With her even tan and golden hair, she was exquisite. Ken realized that
she must use her private pool area to tan in the nude because he now knew
she had a mark-free tan. Her only jewelry was a large sapphire hanging
from a golden chain around her neck. The gem was the color of her eyes.

Ken was pleased that they were the focus of all eyes as they entered the
club, and it was Kathy's astonishing beauty that was attracting the
attention. Looking at her closely, he realized she was blushing.

"It's just your beauty, Hon. I keep telling you, but you don't listen."

The headwaiter nearly fell over himself to seat Kathy at a very
prominent table. Ken took his seat and groaned.

Kathy looked at him with concern in her eyes. "What's the trouble?"

"I'm an idiot. Here we are at the club and _now_ I remember I don't
have any money!"

Kathy smiled at him an asked, "Have you checked?"

"What do you mean, have I checked? I left the ship last night with less
than five bucks, and I spent most of that before I met you. Good grief! I
don't even remember paying the bill last night at Charley's."

"Don't worry about it," she said, "I own the place." He gaped in
amazement. Then she said, "Why don't you check your wallet anyway. You
never can tell."

Ken unbuttoned the flap on his hip pocket and took out his wallet.
Thinking about it, it had felt a little different when he had taken out his
ID at the gate. He looked in the bill compartment and received a shock.
He counted. There were twenty $100 bills in it. No wonder it had felt a
little thick -- Ken had never had $2,000 in cash in his life.

Kathy looked at him with concern on her face. "What's wrong? Isn't it
enough?"

_"Enough?_ You've got to be joking. This is the Navy, not Tokyo. Of
course it's enough. But where did it come from?"

"It's mine, it's honest money, and I love you. Do you need to know any
more than that?"

"I guess that's enough. By the way, I love you, too."

Very daintily, Kathy stuck the pink tip of her tongue out at him. "The
way you said that wasn't very romantic." Then she held out her hand and
said, "Let's dance."

As they went towards the dance floor, Ken tried to conceal his
reluctance. With Sylvia he always felt like he had two left feet. As a
matter of fact he had felt that away about dancing ever since he was a
plebe at Annapolis, but he took Kathy in his arms and moved out on the
floor. He couldn't believe it! He was moving with a feather in his arms.
In bed she had moved like a dancer. On the dance floor she moved like a
dream. He grinned at her and she grinned back.

"You didn't like to dance before, did you?"

"How did you know?"

"Call it another good guess. Can we open up a little?"

Kathy moved away from him in time with the music. It appeared that Ken
was controlling her feet, when in actuality she was somehow controlling
his. Other dancers on the floor moved away to give them more room. Ken
felt like he was lost on a cloud. The music stopped. Suddenly, there was
applause from the dancers around them as well as the band members all of
whom had been admiring their dancing. Kathy made a quick curtsy and fled
back to their table.

After seating Kathy and taking his seat Ken looked around for the
waiter. "What would you like, Hon?"

"I think I'll have my usual, club soda with a lime."

"Do you mind if I have something stronger?"

"Of course not!"

The waiter came over and Ken gave him the drink order, ordering a
Beefeater martini for himself. Ken looked at Kathy. "What happened out
there?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. I can't dance like that! What happened?"

"Obviously you can, because you did." Then she added with a note of
alarm in her voice, "Some people are coming over. Do you know them?"

Ken looked over in the direction of Kathy's eyes and grinned. "It's my
parents. I wonder what they're doing here tonight. They live on the
Peninsula and almost never come down to Norfolk."

As he got to his feet, Kathy saw a man almost as tall as Ken approach
accompanied by a matronly woman at his side. He was wearing the uniform of
a full admiral and appeared to be about forty-five years old. When the
couple reached the table and joined them, Ken reached out his hand to grip
his father's and then gave his mother a quick kiss.

"Mother and Dad, I would like you to meet Katherine Smith. Kathy, this
is my father, Admiral Samuel Stark, and my mother, Betty."

Admiral Stark gave a courtly bow, smiled and bent to kiss Kathy's hand.
She blushed. Then she rose to greet Ken's mother, an overweight woman who
looked much older than her husband. "I am delighted to meet you both.
Would you care to join Ken and me?"

"Why thank you," Sam Stark replied, "Betty and I would be delighted. We
haven't seen Ken to talk to in nearly a year. After his marriage he seemed
to disappear. However, a nice thing about carrying rank is that I've been
able to keep track of him through the Navy -- but no thanks to him. How
have you been, son? You're looking very well."

"Kathy gets the credit for that one, Dad."

As the evening progressed, Kathy studied Sam and Betty Stark. She was
an expert. Sam showed all the marks of an attractive man with a roving
eye. In fact, she saw a female lieutenant commander looking at him from
time to time with a possessive look that Kathy thought she recognized.
Kathy was certain that Betty was displaying the telltale symptoms of a
woman who is afraid of losing something of great value to her: her husband.

After a very pleasant evening, Ken and Kathy returned to Kathy's
apartment. It was nearly two o'clock and they were both tired. After
taking off her dress Kathy went into the bathroom. Ken could hear the
noises as he undressed and entered the bathroom. _What a joy to have
facilities large enough for two to use at the same time!_ Ken thought. He
looked at Kathy lovingly. As usual, she was nude and was brushing her
teeth at the sink. He washed, brushed his teeth, and took her in his arms.

Again, like the morning -- could it have been only a single day? -- he
carried her to the bed. This time, though, he laid her gently on the bed
and lay beside her. As he gently took her in his arms and held her, he
could feel his arousal from their close contact. While he felt for her
moist spot, she spread her legs to make his access easier. She was wet
already. Slowly, he straddled her and moved his phallus towards her moist
cunt and entered it.

The previous times had been a near-frenzy. This time it was slow and
lovely. She arched her back and hooked her ankles around his neck to get
the greatest possible penetration. As he moved in her, she started to moan
softly. Deliberately, he moved in and out while her hips moved slowly in
the tempo. He could feel that he was close to release and slowed his
movements as Kathy had done earlier. He looked into her face and saw a
beautiful smile.

"You're wonderful," she whispered.

The movements continued. He could feel her movements speeding up while
the flow of her internal juices increased. Suddenly, he let go in a flood.
Her pelvis was bucking in a frenzy as she, too, let loose a flood of fluid
that nearly drowned his cock. She lowered her legs and they lay side by
side. Almost immediately, they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Ken awakened in the morning to find Kathy standing next to him fully
dressed. "Come on, lazybones, we're going to church."

Ken was surprised, but said nothing. He took a shower, shaved, and got
dressed. Going out to the kitchen, he found Kathy had breakfast on the
counter waiting for him. After eating, Kathy led him down to the garage
and then backed the car out.

Driving back towards the apartment after church, Ken looked around and
sighed. It was a magnificent early spring day in Tidewater without a cloud
in the sky.

While stopped at a traffic light, Kathy looked over at him. "Okay,
where are we going to play?"

Ken, looking like the little kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar,
grinned sheepishly. "Play what? What are you talking about?"

"Golf, silly. You have all the symptoms of a junkie deprived of his
regular fix. Where are we going to play?"

"What do you mean, play? You can't play golf like that. You're dressed
for church."

"Hah! My clothes and clubs are in the trunk. For the third time, where
are we playing?"

Ken gave up the act and grinned. "How would the course at the Officers'
Club be? But with the weather so nice, though, we might have quite a
wait."

Kathy smiled. "I have another idea. Why don't we swing by your club,
pick up your things and play at mine? I belong to a private club nearby."

"Do you think we can get out?"

"Since our tee-time reservation is for an hour from now, I'm sure we
can," Kathy replied.

Ken, still trying to salvage something from the exchange, asked her,
"How did you know I play golf, or would want to play?"

"Because, silly, it's as nice a day for golf as we will ever find. Any
golfer would want to be out, and you look like a golfer to me."

Driving up to Kathy's club, an attendant came rushing out to greet her.
"Good afternoon, Miss Smith. May I take your clubs? Will you be walking
or riding today?"

"Thank you, Jack. Commander Stark and I will be walking. Could you see
that he is set up in the men's locker room?"

They met a few minutes later on the practice tee. Kathy was already
hitting balls with a very fluid swing. After loosening up, Ken started
hitting balls starting with his wedge and working up through his bag. When
he got to his driver he was pounding the ball almost off the range. Kathy
stepped back and admired his shots which were ripping off the club head
with a small draw adding to the distance.

The caddies were waiting for them on the first tee. Kathy turned to
him, "Since this is my home course I won't even ask you to give me strokes,
but what are we going to play for?" The idea of an even match with a girl had never occurred to Ken. He didn't know what to say.

Kathy looked at him. "I'll tell you what. If you win, the $2,000 in
your wallet is doubled. If I win, you give me one wish. It will easily be
in your power to grant. Fair?"

"Sounds fine to me. You're on."

Before they had finished the match word of it had spread to the
clubhouse and they had attracted a gallery. Ken's drives were straight and
more than 250 yards off the tee. Although Kathy's were shorter, she was
still hitting hers over two hundred yards. But what she was losing off the
tee she was making up around the greens. She was deadly. After seventeen
holes the match was even with both golfers at one under par.

The eighteenth hole was a 460-yard par five played to an elevated green.
Ken led off and hit his best drive of the day. It was over 300 yards,
leaving him only 150 yards to the pin. Kathy also crashed one nearly 250
yards. After studying her position on the fairway she took her three wood.
Her swing was straight from a golf video. The ball cleared the lip in
front of the green and disappeared from sight in the direction of the pin.

Ken approached his ball, selected a six iron, swung -- and pulled his
shot. It reached the green, but was well to the left of the pin. They
walked up the hill together. "Where on earth did you learn to play golf
like this? Do you realize I'm playing the best round of my life against a
girl I outweigh by about 100 pounds, and we're still even?"

Kathy smiled up at him. "It's a simple game. After all, the ball just
sits there on the ground looking at you. It's not even moving. Besides,
you got me warmed up yesterday." Her eyes glistened with love.

"Thanks a lot," Ken grinned resisting the temptation to take her into
his arms. "My regular partners who have trouble breaking ninety on their
best days would kill you if they heard you say that. But I love you
anyway."

Ken's ball was on the left edge of the green. He had a forty-five-foot
putt with a sharp left-to-right break on the green. After carefully lining
it up, he stroked the ball firmly. Although his line looked good at first,
the green broke more than he expected. His ball passed below the cup and
stopped about three feet away.

Kathy's ball was about twelve feet beyond the pin. It was a very
difficult putt, downhill, with a right-to-left break. She lined it up
carefully and stroked the ball firmly. The ball, following the contours of
the green that she had read perfectly, dropped solidly into the center of
the cup for an eagle three. Ken, although he had already lost the match,
stepped up to his ball and sank his putt for a four.

Ignoring the cheering spectators surrounding the green, he took Kathy in
his arms and kissed her. Her back was wet from sweat and her face
glistened. She put her arms around his neck as their kiss lingered.
Meanwhile, the cheering increased in volume.

Finally he let her go and whispered, "That was great. It was the best
round of golf I ever played: two under par. And I lose to a girl! I'll
never live it down." He faked a grimace. Kathy, with her face hidden by
Ken's bulk, stuck out her tongue.

After showering at the club, they returned to the apartment. Ken
sprawled on the couch. "Not so fast," Kathy said. "There's a small matter
of our wager. You lost!"

"I remember. One wish. You mean you want it now?"

"I sure do," Kathy replied archly. "You are going to be my slave for
the rest of the day. Take off your clothes."

Ken stripped off his clothes, looking at her. "Are you serious? I'm
afraid you are. You want to get even for the spanking."

"Slave Ken, bring me a Sam Adams." she commanded imperiously.

Ken returned with the cold beer. "You may have one, too, if you like.
But only one."

Ken returned with his beer and went to sit beside her. "Remain
standing, slave. Better yet, kneel on the floor." Ken knelt and drank his
beer. "Slave, undress me." Kathy rose gracefully from the sofa and stood
in front of him. With trembling hands he carefully undressed her.

As the clothing came off, once again her glistening beauty was revealed.
Kathy had an idea in mind. When she was as naked as he was, she left the
room and came back a few moments later with a feather quill. She ordered
Ken, "Spread your legs slightly, stand up straight, and don't move."

She took the feather and started to run it over his chest, then his
back. She played with it over his buttocks as he continued to stand. Kathy
watched as his erection grew as large as it could possibly get. Yet it
continued to increase in size! Finally, using both the feather and its
tip, Kathy turned her attention to his genitals while kneeling in front of
him. Ken's body was starting to shake from his sexual tension.

"You're not standing still," she said sharply.

She continued to tease his organ, while the strain was showing on his
face. His body was crying for release but all she was doing was further
exciting him. He longed for release between her thighs, but failing that,
release through masturbation. She continued to torment him. Finally, his
system couldn't take it any longer. He erupted in spurts.

Kathy, still on her knees caught it in her mouth. He came in torrents,
with most of it going into her mouth but also spraying her face, her hair,
and her breasts. When his orgasm finally subsided, Ken realized that Kathy
was shaking. He looked down and could see moisture running down her legs.
Orders or not, he collapsed on the floor. "Please, Kathy. Never again. I
don't think I could survive."

That night was like the previous night, one of the most tender
lovemaking. Ken was on a voyage of exploration on the body of this
glorious girl he had found, or who had found him. When Kathy fell asleep,
her head was on his shoulder so he reached his hand around her body and
gently cupped her breast. She made a small mewing sound and snuggled her
body even closer to his. Ken fell asleep that way.

* * *

On Monday morning, Ken awakened in Kathy's bed. Having the facility of
being able to set his mind like an alarm clock, he awakened at five-thirty,
since he had to take a cab back to the base in time to be back on board by
0800. Beside him the bed was empty. He went into the bathroom, shaved,
showered, dressed, and went into the kitchen to find Kathy with another
beautiful breakfast ready for him to eat. She was wearing a flannel
bathrobe.

After eating, Ken looked at her. "May I see you again, Kathy? Soon?"

Kathy opened her bathrobe and held it spread wide like the curtains on a
stage, revealing her gorgeous body. "Is this soon enough?" she grinned.
Ken moved towards the telephone. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Calling a taxi to get back to the base."

"Don't bother. I'll be ready in a second."

As good as her word, she was back in the kitchen, struggling to button a
pair of Levi's that fit like a second skin. She had on a windbreaker and
held her car keys. Ken couldn't resist. He had to give that lovely little
ass a spank, and was rewarded with the little pink tongue being stuck out
at him.

When they arrived on the pier, Ken looked solemnly at Kathy. "Kathy
Smith, who are you, anyway?"*Book II*

-Chapter 4*

Kathy Smith stretched catlike on her bed. As she did, she appeared
older than her eighteen years. She had been at Julie's for as long as she
could remember. Looking around the small room, she didn't much care for
what she saw. Although the room was as clean as she could get it, in an
over-100-year-old house in Norfolk, that wasn't very clean.

She got up and inspected her nude body in a mirror which was showing its
age. The silvering was smoked so her reflection appeared fuzzy. Other
girls in the house admired her figure which, they said, was like a
dancer's. That surprised Kathy because she didn't get much exercise except
in bed with the johns. She looked herself over and could find no
blemishes. Her breasts were beautifully shaped with small tip-tilted pink
nipples.

She looked down at her loins. Her mound was hairless. _God, pulling
out her pubic hairs one by one had been tedious and painful._ One of the
girls had said that it was a good way to prevent crabs and reduce the
chance of venereal disease. She had done it slowly. She could still
remember the pain, sitting cross-legged on her bed, fighting the poor
light, pulling the hairs out by the roots. Her mound was still smooth and
hairless. The men loved her cunt. They said it was made to be fucked.

Kathy didn't have a bad life. Julie liked her and gave her special
treatment. She never worked the parlor downstairs. She didn't fully
understand her own attitude. It wasn't that she felt superior to the other
girls. _I guess it's the meat-market aspect that gets to me,_ she thought.
Girls sitting around in attire ranging from diaphanous shorty tops, to
negligees, to being naked from the waist up, or, with the redhead, Shirley,
from the waist down. Shirley often appeared in a tight red sweater and red mules. Her red pubic hair was combed and brushed with as much care as she
devoted to her tresses.

Still, Kathy didn't like to see the johns handling the tits of the
girls, tweaking their nipples, jamming a finger -- or a fist -- up their
cunts. "Just trying you on, sister," one said. Worst of all in Kathy's
view was the girls had to pretend to like it. But maybe they did. Most of
the girls would grab at the john's crotch to build up his ego. They said
they got better tips. At any rate, Kathy never had to do that.

Perhaps it was because she looked so virginal in spite of having been a
prostitute for years. Her body didn't show the wear and tear that she saw
every day on most of the other girls.

Kathy played a special r“le in the house. She was the house "virgin."
Once in a while Julie would dress her up in a little-girl's dress for a
special customer. Usually it was an older man. He would come into the
room and Kathy would pretend to be terrified as he slowly stripped off her
clothes. Then she would squeal as he placed his hand on her breast and
fondled a nipple. She would pretend to draw away as he felt her cunt and
her firm bottom. Before he finally entered her, she often had to help
while appearing to be trying to fight him off. Kathy laughed to herself
remembering how difficult entry was for some of them. Their biggest
problem was getting and maintaining an erection. She couldn't go down on
them which always worked because it would give the game away. After they
spent inside her she would break a small vial of chicken blood in her
crotch to make it appear the john had taken her maidenhead. Although Julie
never gave her any money, she used to say that she had earned a bonus for
her work.

At least there was one thing she didn't need to worry about. The doctor
who came regularly to inspect the girls had told her that she didn't need
to bother with birth control devices. She could not become pregnant.
Kathy couldn't remember the explanation he gave her but he had seemed
certain and, unlike many of the other girls, she had never been pregnant.

Kathy didn't know who owned the house. At first she thought it was
Julie's, but one of the other girls said she just managed it "for a man downtown." Once a month Julie would put on her best dress and take a taxi
downtown to report the month's results.

Kathy smiled to herself, thinking of some of the lines about whores she
had heard. "The only profession where you start at the top and work down."
"Spread your legs and let the johns put money in your twat."

Julie took special care with Kathy. She wore no makeup in contrast to
the pounds of it that some of the other girls wore. Occasionally, she put
on a little lipstick, and occasionally lightly rouged her nipples and her
pubic lips. When she did, she was very careful to be sure that it wasn't
noticeable.

Kathy paced back and forth across her tiny room. There was only room
for her bed, a washstand and a tiny space that served as her closet. She
had hung a curtain to hide the hooks and her negligible wardrobe. Finally,
there was her dressing table and a chair. It looked like what it was: a
room in a mid-level Norfolk whore house.

She stretched again. _Today will be an easy one. It's Wednesday, and
Sam Jenkins will be here soon._ She glanced at the clock and saw it was
almost eleven. Nevertheless, the house was still quiet as the girls slept
off their exertions of the night before.

Kathy left her room and went down the back stairs looking for Ginny, the
black maid. She found her and got clean sheets for her bed. Ginny used to
give her a hard time about her foibles. Changing the sheets once a week or
so should be plenty, Ginny said. Julie had told her that because Kathy was
a great producer she was to give her whatever she wanted. Returning to her
room, she stripped the bed and remade it with the clean sheets. The rest
of the room was as neat and clean as Kathy could get it.

She went down the hall to the bathroom. As usual, it smelled of urine,
cheap perfume and body fluids. It was an odor and a sight Kathy was now
used to but still didn't like. She climbed into the bathtub and tried to
maneuver what passed for a shower curtain to keep most of the water off the
floor. When she turned on the faucet the water started by running brown.
After letting it run for a while and adjusting the temperature, she climbed
in and showered. She carefully washed her hair -- shoulder length, golden
and wavy -- which was her pride.

Stepping out of the tub, she dried her body and her hair and returned to
her room. Still naked, she sat in front of her dressing table and brushed
her hair. Next she took a pale rouge and delicately tinted her nipples and
her nether lips. She didn't put on any lipstick. Finally, she reached
under the dressing table top and retrieved a small bottle that she kept
taped there for safekeeping. It was a bottle of Chanel No. 5 that Sam had
given her last Christmas. She wore it only for him. Now all ready, she
just sat in the chair waiting.

Sam Jenkins was strange, but in a nice sort of way. He was the oldest
customer who ever came to the house. She guessed his age at around
seventy. He had taken an interest in Kathy a long time ago. For quite
awhile now, he had had a standing reservation for Wednesday afternoon.
Normally he arrived at noon and stayed all afternoon.

The odd thing was that they never had sex. He treated her like a
granddaughter, sort of. She grinned, thinking about it. Grandfathers
don't usually spend their time with stark-naked granddaughters.

Usually they just talked. Kathy gathered that Sam was a bachelor and a
Navy veteran of World War II. She didn't have the slightest idea where his
money came from but he seemed to have enough. He lived very simply, Kathy
gathered. Probably most of his money came to her. She didn't know how
much Sam paid Julie for the Wednesday afternoons, but it wasn't cheap.
Julie handled all of Kathy's arrangements and handled all the money. Sam
always arrived wearing a rather worn blue suit and a blue tie. He was
about the only customer who ever wore a tie in the house except for the
occasional officer in uniform who would sneak in. Mostly the officers came
in civilian clothes.

Sometimes there were other things. Once, Sam had asked her to sit on
her haunches at the foot of the bed with her hands forward on her knees.
Then he took a long feather from his jacket and slowly ran it over her
nipples. He delighted in the way they hardened up. He then asked her to
come closer, still kneeling, and spread her legs wide. He took the
feather, and working with both the feather and the quill, started to play
with her slit. He searched for and found her tiny sentinel and teased it
into life. Kathy's juices started to run but Sam wouldn't let her move.

It was exquisite torture as her young body screamed for release of some
kind. She just continued kneeling with the juices flowing slowly from her
cunt, moaning softly. He caught a drop on a finger tip and licked it
slowly and smiled. Another time he asked her sheepishly if he could touch
her nipple. He said she had the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen.
It felt strange to have his work-hardened finger touch her nipple in the
gentlest possible way.

But mostly, they just talked. Sam asked about her education. She
didn't go to school, but Sam would bring her books to read. Although she
didn't know it, they were all classics. It was as if she was being
tutored, but with the tutor paying her.

She always read the books he brought her because he would want to talk
about them with her the next time he came. The discussions were
fascinating because the books ranged from Herman Melville, to Adam Smith,
to The Federalist. The most recent book was a copy of Shakespeare's
_Macbeth._

Promptly at noon, there was a knock on her door and Sam let himself in.
Kathy was lying on her back on the bed with her hair carefully arranged on
the pillow. Her right leg was raised to display its shapeliness, while her
slit was in full view the way she knew Sam liked it.

He smiled at her and closed the door. Today he looked tired as he took
off his coat and carefully hung it on a hook in her closet. Smiling at
her, he held out his arms. This time was very different. "Kathy, would
you please give me a kiss?" he asked.

Kathy hopped out of bed, ran to his arms and was surprised to find that
she was almost as tall as he was. It was the first time she could remember
standing beside him. Taking her into his arms, he gave her a tender kiss
on her lips. As he kissed her she could feel the rough material of his
suit on her smooth skin.

Kathy was surprised. Johns didn't kiss whores, but this kiss was
lovely. It was exactly like a kiss one would share with a beloved
grandfather, utterly devoid of passion but full of love. Sam sat down on
the chair while Kathy returned to her bed, knelt on it, sat back on her
heels with her back up straight and just looked at him.

"Kathy, I want you to know I love you." Sam said very softly.

Hearing the words, Kathy felt a twinge of fear. There had never been
anything like this before! She didn't know what to say, so she just said
what she thought. "I love you too, Sam."

"Kathy, what are you going to do when I'm gone?"

Kathy was scared. Tears started to form in her eyes. She didn't know
what to say.

"You seldom leave the house, do you?"

"There's no place to go, and Julie doesn't like it very much when I do
go out."

"But the other girls do. You don't have any clothes of your own,
either, do you?"

"The house is always warm, and I don't need clothes in my work. I work
on my back, Sam. I'm a prostitute. All of my bodily openings are for sale
at different prices. I have what I need. Julie is good to me. She keeps
me away from the rough stuff."

Kathy shuddered as she remembered how red-haired Shirley had been out of
action for days. It was after that ape had paid to have her tied up and
suspended by her wrists so he could beat her with a dog whip. In her mind
Kathy could still hear Shirley's screams as her body slowly rotated,
suspended by her wrists from the hook in the ceiling. He beat her on the
thighs, on her ass cheeks and across her breasts, but she really screamed
when the john pulled out a handful of her glorious red pubic hair. It was
expensive for him because he had to pay Julie a lot extra for the loss of
Shirley's services. Her pubic hair had only just returned to normal.

Kathy could vaguely understand the sadists. The ones who really threw
her were the masochists. There weren't many, but there were some. They
would pay to be bound in leather with their genitals tied tightly. During
her recovery, Shirley had the chance partially to get even by beating one
of them who was hanging suspended from the same ring to which she had been
tied during her torture.

"You spend all of your time here naked, don't you?"

Kathy looked at Sam puzzled. She tried to grin and said it was her
working uniform. "I don't work downstairs, you know, and there isn't
anything to bother getting dressed for."

They continued to talk. Then the conversation swung around to
_Macbeth._ As they talked, Sam would occasionally ask her to change her
position so he could look at her nude body from some other angle. She
wished he had the feather with him again. It had felt wonderful: sexy but
passionless. It was like masturbating alone.

About four o'clock, Sam got up to leave. After putting on his coat he
turned to Kathy and asked plaintively, "Could you give me one more kiss?
Please?"

She went to his arms and he gathered her to him. His coat was even
rougher on her tender skin than his suit had been. Instead of kissing her
on the lips, though, he just hugged her closely. Kathy was surprised at
how strong he was. She felt a tear rolling from his eye onto her cheek.
When she looked up, he kissed her quickly but softly full on the lips, then
let her go and fled out the door. Kathy heard him talking with Julie
downstairs and then heard the front door open and close again.

A few minutes later Julie came into the room and told her she wouldn't
be working the rest of the day. "It's all paid for," she said, handing
Kathy a package. "Sam asked me to give you this."

It was a book still in its bookstore wrapping. Because she had no
storage space, she was able to keep only one or two books around her room.
The others Sam took away when he gave her a new title. She unwrapped it
and found that it was a copy of the Bible.

Lying on her bed she started to read. Awhile later, she fell
asleep.*Chapter 5*

Kathy was awakened by the sound of her door opening suddenly as Julie
rushed into the room. "Honey, I just received terrible news! I got a call
from a man at the hospital. Sam Jenkins has been admitted in critical
condition. They don't expect him to live, and he's asking for you."

Kathy leaped out of bed. g "But that's impossible! He was here just a
couple of hours ago!"

"Kathy, Sam knew he was in trouble. He told me a little about it before
he left. He paid me to keep you off duty. Do you want to go see him? You
don't have to, you know. He's just another john."

Kathy frowned. _Sam, another john? Not in a million years!_ She
suddenly realized she had meant what she said a few hours ago. She _did_
love him and had to go to him. She headed for the door.

"Not so fast, Hon. You can't go out on the street like that!"

Only then did Kathy realize that she was headed out the door stark
naked. "But I don't have anything to wear! Sam asked me about clothes
earlier today. I really don't have any."

"I'll see what I can find. I'm sure we can get you something." Julie
moved quickly. She was a very large woman, about five feet ten inches
tall, weighing almost two hundred pounds. A few minutes later she came
back with a dress over her arm. "It's not much, but I think it will do.
You have a pair of shoes, and we found a raincoat that you can wear."

Kathy quickly put on the dress. It was long enough, but was made for a
woman at least twenty pounds heavier than she was. On her it hung like a
tent.

Julie looked her over. "I think we can make do with a belt and some
safety pins. Let's try."

A few minutes later, Kathy left the house and got into a taxi waiting at
the curb. Arriving at the hospital she asked at the reception desk for Sam
Jenkins and received a very strange look from the woman behind the desk.
After finding a note on her desk she asked, "Are you Katherine Smith?"

"Yes, I am."

"Mr. Jenkins is in a private room on the fifth floor. His doctor left
word that you are to go to him as soon as you arrive. The nurse on duty
will show you to his room."

A few minutes later Kathy was shown into Sam's room. It was dark with
only the night light burning along with a little light that spilled in from
the hall.

Quietly, she made her way to the bed and found Sam lying on his back
peering in her direction. "Kathy, is that you?"

"It's me, Sam." she whispered. "What's happened?"

"I'm sorry to bother you like this, Kathy. I guess you knew something
wasn't right when I saw you this afternoon. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to
go all gushy on you the way I did. The doctor told me I'm very sick, and
won't be around much longer, but I didn't realize it would be this fast."
He looked at her with love in his eyes. "Kathy, would you do me a
tremendous favor?" he asked.

"Of course, Sam. Anything."

"Would you get in bed with me and just hold me? The staff won't know.
I'm supposed to be left alone if you came. The doctor left word that you
would keep an eye on me."

Kathy hung up the shabby coat, slipped off her shoes and the dress and
went towards the bed. Since she was wearing no underwear, she was again
completely nude. Parting the covers she slipped into the bed beside him.
His body felt cold. Sam was wearing only the standard short hospital gown
that opened in the back. She nestled up to him and pulled him close to her
body to warm him. His arms closed around her, and he kissed her lips and
her hair. Reaching down she found his genitals and gently caressed them
with her fingers.

Sam sighed and murmured, "Kathy, you're wonderful. Can you just hold me
where you're holding me now?"

There was no sexual reaction from him, but his body seemed to warm from
the close contact with hers. After she kissed him softly on the lips his
eyes closed, and he slept. Awhile later, she was awakened by Sam's hand
gripping hers tightly.

He gasped, "Kathy, I love you!"

His grip loosened, and she felt his body go limp. When he did, she
pushed the emergency call button and leaped out of bed.

As she quickly slipped into the old black dress, she heard staff rushing
down the hallway towards them.

A doctor came in and quickly examined the old man. "I'm afraid he's
gone," he said, raising the sheet over Sam's head. Turning to Kathy he
said, "I'm terribly sorry, Miss Smith. He was a wonderful gentleman. I
don't know where we would be today if it hadn't been for all his support. I
understand that you are his only living relative, so I imagine you will be
making the necessary arrangements. Please accept our deepest sympathy in
your loss."

Kathy was stunned. She now realized why it had been so easy to see Sam
after hours in his private room and why she had been allowed to stay. They
thought she was his only relative!

Just then another nurse came into the room. "Miss Smith, following Mr.
Jenkins' instructions, we've contacted Attorney Ferguson at his home. We
told him that you were here during Mr. Jenkins last hours. He asked if
you could please wait for him here at the hospital. He is on his way."

Kathy didn't know what to do.

Just then a man entered the room and introduced himself as the senior
duty hospital administrator. "Would you care to wait for Mr. Ferguson in
the Administrator's office? You look very pale, Miss Smith. Could I send
down to the cafeteria for some food for you while you're waiting?"

"Thank you so much. That would be very nice," she replied.

They went down in the elevator to the Administrator's office and a few
minutes later an orderly appeared carrying a tray that he put on the desk.
Kathy suddenly realized she was starving. She hadn't eaten all day. It
was all she could do to keep from appearing ravenous to the duty
administrator who continued talking about the way the hospital had just
lost its greatest benefactor.

Kathy was bewildered. They couldn't be talking about the Sam she knew.
He just existed on his pension and Kathy had always felt guilty. She
thought he was spending more money with Julie for her time than he was
spending on himself. _What is going on?_ she wondered.

Minutes later, there was a knock on the door. A well-dressed man came
into the office and approached Kathy with his arms outstretched. When she
rose from her chair, he folded her into them. "Kathy, it's so good to see
you again. My deepest sympathies on your uncle's passing. I'm so glad you
were able to be here during his last moments. How are you?"

_My uncle?_ thought Kathy. _I don't have an uncle. In fact I don't
think I have any relatives at all. Who *is* this man?_

"Kathy, I think the staff has everything under control as far as your
late uncle is concerned. Since you just got into town and have no place to
stay, why don't you come out to my house for the rest of the night. I know
my wife, Belle, will be delighted to see you again, and she asked me
specifically to extend the invitation. Will you come?"

Kathy allowed herself to be led away.

At the main entrance a big limousine was parked with its motor idling.
When the driver saw them approach, he jumped out of the car and rushed
around to open the door for them. She got in followed by Attorney
Ferguson.

As the limousine slowly moved away, Ferguson turned to face her. "Do
you drink? No? Well, I think you need one anyway." He opened a
compartment behind the front seat and poured a drink for Kathy and one for
himself. "It's fine cognac. I think we both need it."

Kathy took a sip. She had never had cognac before. In fact, she could
count the number of drinks of liquor she had ever had on the fingers of one
hand. Julie felt that drinking was very bad for Kathy's image. Some of
the other girls drank heavily, and at least a few were alcoholics.
Nevertheless, she found that the cognac warmed her insides.

The lawyer continued, "I'm sorry about the charade in there. Sam said
you could do it, and you pulled it off magnificently in spite of wearing a
dress that looks like a Salvation Army reject. Sam loved you deeply. He
said you would pass for a queen wearing rags. You know what? You just
did! By the way, my name is Bob Ferguson, Kathy. As you've undoubtedly
gathered, I'm Sam Jenkins' attorney. As far as we can find out, you are
not related to Sam in any way. For that matter, neither is anyone else, so
you are his sole beneficiary. But we'll discuss all that after the
funeral."

The car rolled up a winding driveway to a majestic home. The door
opened and a matronly woman rushed out. Folding Kathy into her arms she
said, "Welcome, Kathy. I've heard so much about you from Sam. I'm Belle
Ferguson, Bob's wife. Bob, have Saunders bring Kathy's baggage up to the
guest bedroom while we get acquainted for a few minutes. Good Heavens!
It's nearly six o'clock. Kathy, would you like some breakfast while we
talk." Turning back to her husband she said, "Bob, the poor dear hasn't
even been to bed yet!"

Bob Ferguson looked at Kathy and then looked at his wife in amused
exasperation. "Honey, Kathy has no luggage. What she has, she's wearing,
and it isn't much. Kathy, our daughter, Sandy, is about your size.
Although most of her clothes are with her at school, I think there may
still be a few things around. Belle, would you mind taking a look?"

Kathy followed Bob up the stairway into a beautiful bedroom with its own
private bath. A few moments later, Belle entered the room. "All I could
find were some tennis outfits. Would you mind, Kathy?"

"Of course not," said Kathy, hugging the old raincoat around her, "I'm
sure whatever you found will be just fine."

Kathy took the garments from the woman and the couple left the room
closing the door after them. Since Belle had suggested that Kathy might
want to freshen up a bit first, she went into the bathroom and found the
Fergusons were equipped for unexpected guests. In the medicine cabinet
Kathy found a new toothbrush, toothpaste and all of the other cleansing
essentials.

Stripping off the coat and dress she flung them back into the bedroom.
After brushing her teeth she luxuriated in the shower. She hadn't felt so
good in years in spite of her lack of sleep. Returning to the bedroom she
hung the coat and dress in the closet and picked up the tennis outfit.
_Uh, oh,_ she thought. _I have no underwear. But I guess it's better than
walking around the house naked. This isn't that kind of house._ She
slipped on a pair of shorts and put on the tennis top.

Looking at herself in the mirror -- a good one, for a change -- she
examined herself critically. The shorts looked great with her long legs.
The top fit all right but her nipples protruded. _Oh, well, they feature
underwear that isn't supposed to show lines. Mine is just extra good._

She found the Fergusons in the breakfast room. In spite of the early
hour, the cook was about to serve. Belle commented on how beautiful Kathy
looked, making no comment about her underwear or lack of it.

Following breakfast, Bob asked her to join him in his study. "Please
sit down, Kathy. There are some things I have to talk to you about.
First, you are now a very rich young woman. Sam had a great deal of money.
Over the last few years I think he saw the end was near, so he liquefied
his estate. Now it's composed almost entirely of cash and marketable
securities. I don't expect any problems with its valuation or the probate
of it."

Ferguson smiled warmly and continued, "Kathy, Sam asked me to look after
you. I hope you will allow me to. Incidentally, I am more than amply
taken care of. Sam also made some specific bequests. For example, the
hospital where we were tonight will receive a very pleasant surprise.

"I know a bit about your background, but I'm the only one who does.
Belle thinks you are Sam's niece and she knows you are his only heir. It
might be a good idea if you let her take you clothes shopping later today.

"Incidentally, I have one very confidential telephone call to make to a
woman named Julie, who I believe you know. I'll be making the call very
soon. I would like to drive you over there to clean out your room, if its
all right with you. And I think it would be much better to go in my car
rather than having Saunders drive us, don't you?"

Kathy's head was spinning. She didn't know what to say and wasn't in
any condition to say anything. She just nodded at his comments. "I think
I need some sleep," Kathy said finally. She went up the stairs and into
her room. Stripping off her clothes, she crawled into bed and was almost
immediately asleep.

She was awakened in the late afternoon by a knock on her door. "It's
me," Bob Ferguson said. "Do you feel like taking a ride?"

"Give me five minutes, please, Mr. Ferguson, and I'll be right with
you."

Kathy raced into the bathroom, took a quick shower and put on the tennis
outfit again. Taking the old coat out of the closet, she carried it over
her arm. Ferguson was in the hallway waiting for her as she descended the
stairs.

"Good thinking. Tennis shorts would be a little out of place where
we're going." They went out and got into Ferguson's car, an inconspicuous
Chevrolet Cavalier. "I thought that this car would be a bit less
obtrusive," he said.

They arrived at Julie's. Kathy had noted that Ferguson needed no
directions to get there. It was just as well because she left the house so
seldom she wasn't sure she could have found it herself. He waited in the
car while Kathy went into the house.

The first person she saw was Julie who gathered her into her arms. "I
heard about Sam, Hon. I'm very sorry. Mr. Ferguson tells me we're losing
you, and I feel badly. Badly for me, not for you. You're much too good
for this business. Kathy, I truly love you. I don't know how you do it.
It's a dirty business, but somehow you always stayed clean. We'll miss
you. Now, is there anything you want to take with you?"

"I would like to check my room, please, Julie."

She went upstairs and entered the room in which she had spent so much
time. She took the little bottle of Chanel and the new Bible that Sam had
given her the day he died. There was nothing else worth taking.

When she went back downstairs, Julie was waiting with a fat brown
envelope. "This money is for you, Kathy. You may not want it or need it,
but you certainly earned it. I'll miss you."

A couple of the other girls came in and said goodbye. Then Kathy opened
the door and went back to the car. With the closing of the car door, Kathy
closed a chapter in her life.*Chapter 6*

A short time after Sam's funeral, Kathy met with Ferguson in his law
office downtown. The girl his secretary showed into his office appeared to
be typical of the upscale clientele he cultivated. She was exquisitely
groomed and dressed, obviously a younger member of the Junior League of
Norfolk, she thought. The secretary couldn't tell she was wearing almost
nothing under her tailored suit.

Ferguson greeted her warmly. "Kathy, we're here this morning for the
reading of Sam's will. We have already taken care of the mechanics. The
will has been filed in probate with all of the usual witness affidavits, so
we're ready to go. Would you please be seated?"

Kathy sat down. Although she appeared composed, she was scared and
nervous as a cat. The Fergusons had been very nice to her, but she wanted
to be by herself. She was amused at the thought, really. She had "lived
alone" in the whorehouse, but at the Ferguson's she felt like she was on
stage. She couldn't really relax.

Ferguson put on a pair of reading glasses and unfolded a will,
recognizable by its characteristic blue wrapper. Kathy noticed that it was
quite thin. He looked at the document and then looked over his glasses at
Kathy. "Kathy, there's no sense in my wasting your time. There are only
three important elements to the will. First, you are the primary
beneficiary. Except for some specific bequests that I mentioned, it all
goes to you. Second, there is some identification material to be sure that
the money goes to the right person. As trustee of the estate and as an
officer of the court I have satisfied that requirement. Finally, Sam
wanted you to know that he loved you very deeply. If you were his own
flesh and blood he could not have loved you more. Finally, there are a
couple of special contingent provisions which are not operative at this
time, but the net of all this is, Kathy, that you now have $55 million."

Kathy sat in the chair, stunned. She already felt wealthy with the more
than $20,000 she had received from Julie. She had used some of her money
to buy clthes and was now looking for an apartment. But _millions_ --
fifty-five _million!_ Her brain tripped out like a circuit breaker that had
been overloaded.

"Kathy, the fact is that you can expect a spendable income, after taxes
of four to five million dollars a year. That's in the neighborhood of
$400,000 a month. I think you are set for life financially. Now what are
you going to do? Sam gave me a letter to pass on to you. In it he urges
you to get a formal education. Are you interested?"

"Of course I'm interested, but I'm too old. I don't have any of the
things you need to go to school. I don't have a school record, and I don't
know who my parents are. I don't even know where I was born."

Kathy started to cry. Deep down, even as her tears flowed, she was
struck by the irony of her position. She had just learned that she was
wealthy -- so wealthy she could never spend the money she already had in
her lifetime -- but she was crying about the lack of a birth certificate.

Ferguson, who like so many men became totally helpless in the presence
of a woman in tears, did nothing. As Kathy started to fumble in her new
purse, he handed her a tissue. _My God,_ he thought, _even though she's
crying, she's beautiful!_ He studied her face and realized there was no
makeup to run. The women he knew spent hours to achieve the appearance of
no makeup but when on the face it would still run under tears.

Kathy composed herself, and gave him a small smile. "I'm sorry. I
realize how ridiculous I must look. You must think I've lost my mind."

"Don't worry, Kathy. Perhaps money can't buy happiness, but there isn't
very much else it can't buy. I have your birth certificate here. At
least, a birth certificate that will serve. It says here that you were
born in a small town in western Virginia eighteen years ago.
Unfortunately, the courthouse records were lost in a fire about ten years
ago. You will find the record of birth of Katherine Smith in the
reconstructed files today. She is you."

He grinned and continued, "As for the school record, it is all set to go
pending your approval. You see, Sam was personally taking care of your
education. Arrangements have been made for the proper representations to
be made by an accredited tutor who will vouch for your prior education.
You will be admitted as a junior at Hillsdale Academy in New Hampshire.
It's a coed boarding school with an excellent reputation. Believe it or
not, I have a special admissions test in the office ready to administer to
you. Are you interested? Would you like to try it?"

By this time, Kathy had fully regained control. She was very impressed
by Ferguson's competence and was awed by the amount of thought that Sam had
devoted to her future. "Sure," she replied with a grin. "They can only
say no. Let's do it. Can I take the test now?"

Bob Ferguson picked up his phone and buzzed his secretary. "Mrs.
Wilson, could you come into my office, please." Moments later his secretary
appeared and Ferguson gave her a folder containing the test materials.
"According to the instructions, you have two hours for the test. Mrs.
Wilson, could you supervise Kathy's test without ruining any lunch plans?"

Jane Wilson said that would be no problem, and asked Kathy to follow her
to the office law library.

For a moment, Kathy started to get nervous. She hadn't thought about a
test, let alone prepared to take one. Then she realized that any
preparation would be futile; she either knew it or she didn't. "Let's go.
I'm ready."

Less than two hours later she turned in the last of the test sections.
_It had gone quickly,_ she thought, _and was very easy._ Mrs. Wilson took
the test back to her desk, and Kathy went back into Ferguson's office.

"Let's wait a few minutes, Kathy. There's a scoring sheet that came
with the test. The official grading is done at the school, but you can get
some idea of how well you've done."

Moments later Mrs. Wilson returned with a big smile. "Kathy, you're
in! Mr. Ferguson, I can't grade the essay questions, but Kathy had no
mistakes on the short answers. Not even one!"

Ferguson looked at Kathy. "Kathy, that seems to take care of Hillsdale
admissions. Now the question is, do you want to go up there? We never
even talked about it before."

"Mr. Ferguson, obviously I've never been there. I'll take your word
that it's a good school. Did Sam know about Hillsdale?"

"Yes, he did, Kathy. He thought it would be a good school for you, but
as in everything else, he absolutely insisted that the final decision be
yours. What about it?"

"Mr. Ferguson, I think you're looking at the newest member of next
year's Junior class at Hillsdale Academy!"*Chapter 7*

Kathy Smith was settling into her apartment close to the Yale University
campus in New Haven. She smiled to herself as she thought back over the
last three years. She had liked it at Hillsdale which was located in a
small town in rural New Hampshire.

She had taken the opportunity to learn to ski. Kathy couldn't quite
understand why sports came so easily to her, but really, it was so simple.
You put on the skis and let gravity take you down the hill. Yet she knew
it couldn't be quite that simple for most people, or the spills wouldn't be
so frequent. She had made the Hillsdale ski team skiing the slalom in her
senior year.

The academic work had been fun. Although she had been a little scared
at first, she had had no problems. Undoubtedly her confidence had been
helped by the fact that the headmaster congratulated her on having the
highest admissions test scores in the history of the school. As a result
of the advanced placement courses she could take, coupled with her combined
SAT scores of sixteen hundred, she was admitted to Yale with advanced
standing. Although she was still a little older than her average classmate
she was catching up fast.

Kathy was glad to be back in an apartment of her own after a year in the
dormitory. It wasn't that she minded the other girls so much, but the
communal living was a drag. She smiled to herself thinking how similar
were the living styles of her dormmates and her fellow prostitutes at
Julie's. The only apparent difference was the social position of the
families the two groups of girls came from. The more she dwelled on the
idea, the funnier it seemed. Comparing the pampered darlings to
prostitutes was a joke. But like all good jokes it contained more than an
element of truth. One difference was the cost of the clothing thrown into
corners of the rooms. The clothes cost more, but they were treated the
same and stank the same. The odors around the dorm and the house were
about the same, too, except her dormmates' perfumes were more expensive.

She finished putting her clothes away and again she smiled to herself.
It had been so much simpler at Julie's when she never wore any. There was
nothing to buy or store or clean. Now she had to be careful that they
didn't overflow her room. She looked around and liked what she saw.
Perhaps it was the years spent wearing no clothes and having no
possessions, but Kathy hated a cluttered room.

If anything, her apartment was somewhat under furnished and the decor
was quiet and understated. _Old habits die hard,_ she thought, as she
moved around nude. It made her feel freer, and was something she had
missed in the dorm.

Kathy sat on the edge of her bed and picked up a pair of tweezers.
Swinging around toward the light, she studied her mound of Venus for any
sign of hair growing on its smooth surface. There had been a reason for
keeping it bare when she was at Julie's. Now there was none. But it was
fun keeping the secret from the other girls at Hillsdale, and now here at
Yale.

She really didn't know why she kept her pubic area hairless. Perhaps it
was a form of egotism, constantly reminding her of where she had come from.
_At any rate,_ she thought, _I don't have to worry about a bikini -- any
size bikini; there's nothing to show except my slit._ Kathy went into the
bathroom and took a cold shower. After getting dressed, she put on a
jacket and walked over to the campus.

Walking across the old Campus she met Jennifer Crown, one of her
dormmates from the previous year. "Hi, Kathy! Good to see you. When did
you get back? Where are you living now? I didn't see you at the College."

Kathy and Jennifer were both assigned to Calhoun College, but Kathy had
her own apartment. It was a fact she wasn't anxious to advertise to
Jennifer. Telling Jennifer was as good as taking out a full-page ad in
_The Yale Daily News_ and Kathy wanted to maintain her privacy as much as
possible.

"What are you doing this weekend? Do you know Bill Johnson? Bill, this
is Kathy Smith, my roommate last year."

Johnson shook hands and stripped Kathy naked with his eyes. Obviously,
he liked what he saw, but Kathy didn't like him. "Kathy, I'm delighted to
meet you. We're having a party at my fraternity house on Saturday.
Jennifer has already agreed to come, and I hope you'll come, too."

"Thanks for the invitation, Bill. I'm not sure of my plans yet, but
could we leave the invitation open?"

"Of course! I'm at the Alpha house on York Street. You know where it
is, don't you? If you can make it, just tell the guys at the door that
you're my guest. They'll let you right in. Sure hope you can make it.
Jennifer, let's go! We're going to be late." With that the couple strolled
off across the campus and Kathy watched them go.

Kathy thought about the chance meeting. Jennifer was friendly enough,
but her behavior worried Kathy. Jennifer was a redhead who reminded Kathy
of poor Shirley back at Julie's. Shirley's figure was slimmer, though;
Jennifer showed signs of running to fat. Kathy smiled to herself as she
realized what really reminded her of Shirley. Like Shirley, Jennifer had a
full bush of red pubic hair.

She worried about the girl. By reputation, she was a careless drinker.
The word was that she regularly drank far more than was good for her. She
seemed to be the type who could easily lose control. Bill Johnson was good
looking and knew it. He was also a lecher. Kathy chuckled to herself.
_Give him another twenty years or so and he will be a dirty old man. If
that is so, what does that make him now?_ she wondered. The combination of
Bill and Jennifer was potentially explosive: She could easily lose control,
and he would just as quickly take advantage of the situation. Kathy walked
on over to the Sterling Library.

On Saturday, Kathy remembered the invitation to the party at the Alpha
house. She worried about Jennifer. _It's curious,_ she thought, _Jennifer
is about my age, but I think of her as a kid. I feel like I'm her mother.
I just don't think she could handle the aftermath of a bad scene._ With
that thought, Kathy resolved to go to the Alpha's party that night.

That evening, Kathy showered and carefully dressed. It was a warm day
as it can still be in New Haven in September. She put on a skirt and
sweater. For some reason she couldn't explain -- a premonition, perhaps --
she put on her most serviceable bra and briefs. After eating her dinner
and studying for a while, she set out for the Alpha house, planning to
arrive about midnight. There was a reason for her arrival time.
Reflecting on it, she had realized subconsciously if there was going to be
any trouble, it would likely start about then.

As she walked up to the door of the fraternity house she could hear the
party noises spilling out through the opened windows. It sounded like the
party had already passed its peak. As she walked up to the door she passed
a few couples already leaving. Since the two members on duty at the door
showed more interest in their beer than in her, she was happy to leave it
that way. From their appearance the beers were not their first of the
evening, more likely their tenth.

She told them that she was Bill Johnson's guest and one of them waved in
the general direction of the door leading down to the basement where the
remains of the party seemed to be concentrated. Kathy descended the stairs
and watched the action from a darkened corner. At the other end of the
room there were a bunch of young men with Jennifer who was standing topless
on a strong table holding a glass of beer in her hand. Her breasts were
large and, because of her youth, still firm. Her nipples were large and
flaccid. While a tape deck played _The Stripper,_ she bent at the hips and
tried to rotate her tits. Kathy didn't think she had the coordination to
do it under the best of circumstances and these were not the best.
Jennifer gave up and sat down hard on the tabletop. Bill Johnson was
standing near the table egging her on.

Jennifer had sat down on a table puddled with beer and splashed the
liquid under her. "Oh, the hell with it," she cried, stripping off her
skirt and panties. Kathy didn't think that the knee-high stockings she was
wearing enhanced her sexiness. Struggling back to her feet, she stood on
the table with her body swaying. She stuck out her hips and, drunkenly
proud of her figure, swung her head back and ran her hands up and down her
body. Finally, she drew a finger up her slit. Swaying a bit, she sat down
on the edge of the table and spread her legs as wide as she could. "You're
all a bunch of wimps," Jennifer slurred. "There's not a man in this house.
I'm all woman, and I'll take you all on, one at a time or in bunches!"

The inchoate fear that had been bothering Kathy all week jumped into
sharp focus. This was exactly what she had been fearing even though she
hadn't been able to put it into words. In her drunken state Jennifer was
asking for a gang-bang. In spite of her talk, Kathy doubted that she had
nearly the experience with men that she was advertising. Jennifer could be
badly hurt physically and at the very least there would be serious
emotional scars. Nevertheless, some men, led by Bill Johnson, were
starting to shed their clothes. Kathy had no clear idea what to do but if
she did not do something now it would be too late.

Pushing through the group of men Kathy reached Jennifer. Her chin had
lolled down on her chest and she was only moments away from passing out.
Kathy was sure that at least a few of the guys weren't above fucking
Jennifer even if she were unconscious.

Grabbing the girl by the hair, she lifted her head up. The girl's eyes
were glassy; she was about to pass out. The men, taken by surprise, stood
motionless. Facing the group Kathy sneered, "What do you want to fool
around with a drunken slut for? Aren't you afraid of getting something
contagious?" She allowed Jennifer's head to drop to the table. Although
her movements were apparently disdainful, she took care that Jennifer's
head didn't hit the table hard.

The men looked at Kathy and for the first time realized what a gorgeous
woman had entered the room. If they were willing to fuck Jennifer, they
dreamed of a girl like Kathy. She took advantage of their inaction. "Do
any of you guys shoot pool? I see a pool table here."

The guys looked at one another in amazement. _Is this girl crazy? What
is she thinking about?_

"Jennifer challenged your manhood. I'll challenge your skill. I'll
take on the house champion or anyone else in a game of rotation. Every
time a ball is sunk the other player has to take off an item of clothing.
When we run out of clothing, we do what the other player wants. Is anyone
interested?"

They all looked at Bill Johnson. He leered at Kathy and said, "I'll
take you on. I'm the house champ. Since you challenged, I get to break."

Drinks were cleared off the pool table that was standing in the middle
of the room. The cover was removed and tossed towards the corner while
another member brought over the balls and racked them up. Kathy went over
to the wall to select a cue. As she examined the bedraggled collection,
she could see Johnson putting together what was obviously his personal cue
stick. It looked like it cost more than the rest of the cues combined. It
appeared to be very well-made and to have beautiful balance.

Kathy was worried. She had issued her challenge without any prior
thought. It was just the first thing that came into her head as a possible
way out of a dangerous situation. She looked at the boys who had all
undressed her with their eyes. _Oh, well,_ she thought, _I can physically
handle them all if it comes to that._ Kathy found one cue that was
reasonably straight and still had a tip on it. It was the only one that
appeared even close to being usable.

Bill stood at the end of the table crouched over his cue. He lined up
his shot and let fly. The cue ball crashed into the point ball at the head
of the rack. The balls flew around the table, and she heard one drop,
followed by another. Calmly she stripped off her sweater and stepped out
of her skirt. Carefully she hung them over a stool where it appeared they
wouldn't get soaked. The boys cheered. They stared at her gorgeous body
now clad only in a bra and briefs.

Kathy relaxed as she realized she had an advantage. She was used to
being naked around men who were dressed, but they weren't used to being
close to a nude woman.

Bill stared at Kathy and then looked back at the table for his next
shot. He found the one-ball at the opposite end of the table from the cue
ball. He had a shot. After carefully lining it up, he stroked. Kathy
could see his hand trembling slightly as he did. The ball dropped into the
corner pocket.

Kathy calmly removed her bra and put it on the stool with the rest of
her clothes. Now all she was