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Subject: {ASSM} New Nessus YUKI3 (Must read PROTECTION first)
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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.   Please, if you are under the age of 18, 
or if you may be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read 
no further - delete the file. Note: This work is copyrighted to the author, 
Nessus and should not be used for commercial gain by any other persons. This 
includes posting on any commercial site.  Otherwise ....enjoy


Yuki
Book Two of a Political Saga
(Note: You MUST read `Protection' first)
By

Nessus

Music: (Yuki's Theme) "Sly" by Massive Attack on the "Protection" CD

Chapter Three

The cab driver fussed over me all the way from the airport into the city, 
even personally loading my bags into the trunk. He kept glancing at me in 
his mirror, chattering away to me in his thick Russian accent and I would 
nod politely, not really understanding him.

The hairdresser had been good as Krill had promised and I my hair was in a 
more modern and fashionable spiky style that just touched my shoulders. I 
was wearing an Italian pants suit in a peach colour over a simple low cut 
white top with gold jewellery. Although more comfortable with my new body 
shape, I noticed that men's eyes were constantly drawn to my chest when 
talking to me.

The hotel was in the new minimalist style with high ceilings, white walls 
and metal. The cab driver insisted on carrying my bags into the lobby and my 
heels clicked on the marble as I followed him. The lobby was crowded with 
upwardly mobile fashionable people, wishing for paparazzi and the 
conversation dropped as I walked through the groups. I felt their eyes on me 
as the cab driver placed my bags in front of the stainless steel reception 
desk.

The cab driver smiled at me when I thanked him for carrying the bags. "You 
are the most beautiful woman I ever seen," he said in that thick Russian 
accent, gallantly sweeping his battered cap off and bowing slightly. "I wish 
you a happy stay in New York."  I had paid him on the sidewalk and he strode 
off through the crowd that was watching me intently with no pretence of 
doing anything but.

The three people, two women and a man, behind the desk looked expectantly at 
me and I took a step forward but a large black shape quickly stepped in 
front of me. It was Chorister, dressed in black, complete with her dark 
glasses, suddenly looming over the reception desk.

"This is Yuki Toshiro," she said in that commanding flat voice of hers. "She 
has reservations."

The woman nodded and studied the screen and when she saw the details she 
turned her smile up by a few thousand watts. "It's a pleasure to have you 
stay with us, Ms Toshiro," she beamed and I bowed slightly. The woman looked 
up at Chorister and her smile faltered for an instant but returned. "You are 
Ms Wolf, Ms Toshiro's bodyguard?"

"I prefer Personal Assistant," Chorister corrected and a buzz of 
conversation swept through the watching people in the lobby.

"Of course," the woman said. "We have given you our best suite with two 
bedrooms and it's on the top floor. The porter will take your bags. Welcome 
to New York, Ms Toshiro." I smiled and bowed and was surprised when all 
three behind the reception desk returned the bow. This hotel obviously 
trained their staff well.

The crowd watched as I followed Chorister and the porter to the elevator 
doors where I suddenly stooped and turned to face them. I bowed slightly 
from the waist and politely said, "Thank you for being most attentive." 
Suddenly, everybody in the lobby appeared to be busy doing something and 
quickly talking about trivial things. Chorister's lips twitched as we rode 
in silence to our suite.

Chorister tipped the porter and I wandered through the enormous suite. It 
was beautiful with polished timber floors, sparkling steel columns, white 
walls and soaring ceilings. One side of the suite consisted of floor to 
ceiling windows that framed the breathtaking view of the New York skyline.

"You like it?" she asked, seemingly almost nervous.

"This is very beautiful. Thank you for arranging this." She smiled. "Please 
tell me what you told the hotel staff about me so I know what part I am to 
play?"

Chorister cleared her throat. "That you are a famous Japanese film star and 
travelling incognito. They bought it especially when they saw you. You've 
changed a little, even more beautiful. It went well?" she asked nervously 
and I smiled at her.

"Thank you, it went very well, although it did take a long time, I am now 
complete."

"I've been thinking about everything I did, about you everyday for the last 
ten months and I wanted to tell you how sorry I was for the things I did, 
things I made you do," her smile faltered.

"Don't," I said gently, turning to look at the view. "There is no reason for 
you to apologise to me."

"You must hate me," her voice cracked.

"No," I said still looking at the view. "There are times when I think I 
should thank you. I come to realise my life, as a man was narrow, confined 
and shallow. I have all ready experienced emotions and values I did not know 
existed. I am sure there are other emotions I have not yet experienced," I 
said shyly, lowering my eyes.

We stood in an awkward silence for a few moments until I turned and smiled 
brightly. "So, I will enjoy luxury of that wonderful bathroom and then you 
can take me to dinner in this wonderful city of yours."

Chorister smiled and did a mock bow. "My pleasure. I have arranged it all 
ready."

"Thank you," I said returning the bow. "Could I please ask you one small 
favour, Chorister?'

"Anything."

"Please do not wear those awful things that hide your eyes." She smiled 
broadly, removed the dark glasses and revealed her sparling green eyes. I 
smiled and walked into the bathroom.

End Chapter Three
(Nessus29@hotmail.com)
Author's Note:
Thanks for reading.
This is the second book in the series called `A Political Saga'.
If you are confused, it's because you haven't read Book One first! Do so, it 
makes it all clear.
All my stories, including `Protection' are archived at www.asstr-mirror.org
As always, interested in your comments (nessus29@hotmail.com)
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