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From: J R D <jrdss@pobox.alaska.net>
Subject: {ASSM} Zodiac Coin: Virgo (tg, romance) [2/4]
Date: Tue,  6 Aug 2002 07:10:05 -0400
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Here's my latest.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
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All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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"Well, I am bi. The only thing I like better than sucking cock is the 
feeling of a cock in my ass."

"So you prefer guys to girls?"

"As a general rule, no. I was just talking about having sex with 
guys. Although there have been exceptions to the rule, some guys I 
definitely preferred to most girls, and there were some girls I 
wouldn't take again unless every guy on the planet turned me down 
first."

"I can understand that." s

"So which do you prefer, guys or girls?"

"It really depends on the person. The coin was right. Sex with 
someone you care nothing about is easy to find, particularly when 
you've worked in the adult entertainment industry. But that's beside 
the point. What kind of sex do you want for the third wish?"

"Actually, it is kind of the point. For the last wish, I want you to 
fuck me in my ass."

"That may not be possible."

"Why not? You just not want to that much?"

Lynn shrugged. "Like I said before, sex for sex's sake just doesn't 
matter that much anymore to me. This is a side effect of my 
transition. In the porn industry, a shemale who can get erect gets 
paid more, even if only because they'll be wanted in more films, but 
the hormones I take to grow breasts reduce that ability, the ability 
to 'get it up'. In order to limit that effect, I wasn't taking as 
high a dosage as I otherwise would have. Once I got out, I upped my 
dosage to a level more in keeping with other transsexuals as far 
along as I was, and I'm thinking about adding androgen blockers to 
the mix, which will totally destroy my ability to get erections. So 
if you really have your heart set on me doing you, it'll have to be 
for the first wish, and don't expect it to come many times after."

"Sounds like you're not much interested in doing the fucking."

"I told you-"

"I know what you told me. Do you WANT to fuck me?"

"Don't worry about it."

"No! Damn it! I want to be your friend, and that means I need to know 
what you want, not just what you're willing to do. So, plain and 
simple, do you want to fuck me?"

"Want is irrelevant."

"Not to me it isn't. Look, I know most guys not only could jump in to 
bed with a beautiful woman without concern for her feelings but would 
actually want her not to be feeling anything, but I'm not like that. 
I would rather wait-"

"No! We can't wait, or rather I can't wait."

"Why not? What's going on?"

She hesitated, clearly not wanting to go into details about her life. 
Finally, she said, "I told you about the debts I owe. What I didn't 
tell you that the people I owe money to are not used to taking no for 
an answer. They told me that if I was willing to make a few more 
movies for them, then they wouldn't call in my debts. When I made it 
clear that I absolutely would not be doing any more films, then they 
called in my marker."

"And these are the kind of people who wouldn't hesitate to break a 
few limbs to get with they want?"

Lynn smiled. "No, but they don't have to be. They filed court cases 
against me to recoup their money. Even if I could afford the legal 
fees to fight them, I can't legitimately claim that I don't owe the 
money. I was so desperate to get what I wanted that I incurred far 
too many debts, and it's come back to haunt me. With all these court 
cases against me, I couldn't even hope to get a loan, and once the 
cases are settled, I'll have such a legal debt hanging over my head 
that I'll never be able to work my way out. If I'm to have any hope 
of living the life I want to live, then I need money. Now."

David sighed. "I didn't realize how much trouble you were in. Okay, 
we'll have sex tonight and wish for the money, but from here on out, 
we're not going to have any sex unless I actually believe you WANT to 
have sex. Okay?"

"You'd do that? You realize I might get so sick and tired of you that 
I'd walk out, leaving you high and dry?"

David shrugged. "That's a chance I'll have to take. Now, what's the 
first kind of sex YOU want to try?"

"I told you, want is irrelevant. I don't want to have to do this. 
Keep in mind, it's not you. It's my whole life situation. And I'm so 
burned out on sex that the type of sex really doesn't matter to me, 
so you pick."

"Is there any type of sex you really don't want?"

"Not particularly."

"Okay then. I'm really curious about what having you inside me would 
be like, and, since that's on a limited time frame, we'll do that 
first, have you fuck me. Second, we'll do the blowjobs. Third, if we 
get that far, can be either mutual masturbation or me fucking you 
depending upon how we feel about each other at that point."

"Sounds like a plan. So where and when do you want to do this?"

"No time like the present."

"You sure?"

"Why not?"

"No particular reason, but since we'll be having to live together 
until we're all done with this, I figured we'd get me moved in first."

"After I make my money wish, I intend to get a much bigger place, so 
we'll move everything all at the same time."

"Makes sense. So that only leaves the where."

"I figured we'd just do it in the bedroom here. We can go in, get 
naked, and do what we have to do."

Smiling, Lynn said, "You want to get naked? This will be a change."

David stared at Lynn's smile for a few seconds, then asked, "Was that a joke?"

"It was supposed to be."

"Why, my dear, I think you're beginning to warm up to me. Keep this 
up and I might believe you actually like me."

"I do like you. Don't go getting any funny ideas though, like 
expecting me to jump into bed with you or anything."

"Don't worry. I don't expect you to jump into bed, just climb in like 
everybody else."

"Oh, then that's okay."

David extended a bent arm to Lynn. She placed her hand in the crook 
of his elbow like a true lady and allowed him to lead her into the 
bedroom. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and asked, "Would you like 
help getting undressed?"

"That'd be nice, but, just in case, I think we should refrain from 
doing anything other than what we had planned."

"So undressing you is now considered a form of sex?"

"The undressing, no, but if you're like most guys... Well, do you 
really think you can keep your hands off me?"

"I'd like to say yes, but you're definitely beautiful enough to be a 
huge temptation not to."

"So we have to, as per the rules of the coin, maintain the devotion 
of a virgin and refrain from sex."

"I guess that makes sense."

"So we'll just have to be very disciplined and get undressed on 
opposite sides of the room."

They put some distance between each other and started removing their 
clothes. David was slightly impressed when she managed to unzip 
herself without any hesitation or pause. When she shimmied out of her 
dress and he saw her wearing some kind of tight fitting garment 
around her torso, he asked, "Is that a corset?"

She let out an honest, little, amused laugh and said, "You really are 
a guy. This is just a body shaper, kind of an advanced girdle. No 
lady would ever mistake the two."

"Hey, I never claimed to be any kind of expert on ladies' 
undergarments, just in taking them off," he said with a jovial tone.

"You and every other guy on the face of the planet. Even I mastered 
that skill, one of the few guys skills that I did master." She 
continued to remove clothes, including the body shaper. After she was 
naked, she looked at him and said, "Y'know, I know I was more than 
willing to do it with my clothes on, but if I get naked, so do you."

After a brief, "Huh?" he realized he'd stopped getting undressed with 
only his shirt tails out of his pants and with the shirt half 
unbuttoned, having done so in order to watch her. He blushed and 
said, "Sorry, I got caught up in watching you."

"Flattering, but I still don't see you getting undressed."

"Oh, sorry," he said as he resumed removing his clothes. After he was 
finished, he asked, "Do you like?"

"Better than average." Then she smiled and said, "I'd do ya," in a 
parody of some crude statement that might have been made by some guy 
in a bar some place.

"Wow."

"What?"

"I know you used to be a guy, or at least were born one, I mean, I 
can see the evidence right there," he said, pointing at her crotch, 
"but even when you're pretending to sound like a guy, you still sound 
like a woman trying to sound like a guy."

"Thanks. It's nice to know that all my years of practice have paid 
off." She waved at the bed. "Shall we?"

"Wait a second. Do I wish first, or do I wait until after we have sex?"

"Good question." Lynn had brought the coin into the room and set it 
on top of the dresser when she got undressed. She picked it up, 
thought about the question, said, "Wish first, then sex," and tossed 
the coin to David.

He caught the coin, concentrated, then said, "I wish I was a billionaire."

As he set the coin on his end table, Lynn said, "Good wishing. Now 
how do you want to do this, face-to-face with your knees by your 
ears, or with you on all fours?"

David thought about it. "I want to say face-to-face, but I'm not sure 
I could keep my hands off of you in that case, and with our agreement 
to take as little risk as possible of engaging in other types of sex 
before we're ready, I guess it better be with me on all fours."

"Alright then," she said as she started stroking her cock to get it 
hard, "get up on the bed and get ready."

David got on the bed on all fours, his butt pointed towards Lynn. He 
reached between his legs and started stroking his own cock. He looked 
over his shoulder and said, "I'm ready."

Lynn got up on the bed behind him, put her cock head to his hole, 
grabbed his hips, and shoved in. "How's that?"

"Nice. Not quite as hard or thick as I'm used to, but it's definitely 
a nice sensation."

"Glad you like it." Lynn took David by the hips, said, "Here it 
comes," and pulled him back on her. Serenaded by his moans, she 
started shoving in and out of him. He took his dick and stroked it in 
time with her thrusts. It was only a little bit longer before he 
groaned aloud and came.

She let him slide forward and slid back toward the end of the bed. 
David sat up and said, "That was great, but you didn't cum."

"Not unusual. I need a lot more than just physical stimulation around 
my dick to get me off. Quite frankly, you're lucky that I was able to 
keep it up throughout the entire act."

"Great. Now I feel really guilty."

"Don't worry about it. It's just who I am. I've made my choices. Now 
I've got to live with them."

"Do you experience orgasms any more?"

"Yes, I do, but I have to include an emotional content. It can't be 
just physical."

"Like what?"

"The feeling that my lover really cares for me. Like the feeling that 
he or she wants not only sex, but also just wants to be with me."

"That's a nice thought. If you don't mind me asking, would you prefer 
your dream lover to be male or female?"

Lynn shrugged. "It doesn't really matter. My tastes have changed over 
my life. I've always been a fairly balanced bisexual, but I've gone 
through periods where I preferred men and periods where I preferred 
women. Now, I'd just like a lover who accepts me for who I am and 
loves me for it."

"I think we're all looking for that. It's just the girls are more 
willing to admit it."

"I guess that puts me squarely in the girls' camp."

"I never doubted that."

"Flattery will get you nowhere." After a couple seconds, Lynn added, 
"But I appreciate the thought."

"So now what? I don't see any piles of money around here."

"Thank God that you don't. If there were actually a billion dollars 
in this room, we'd be buried under it, and we'd suffocate to death."

"So how do we check? How do we find out if the wish actually worked?"

Lynn shrugged. "Call your bank. Maybe the money was deposited direct 
your account."

"Good idea. I got some spare checks in my drawer; the number's on 
those." David got up, went over to his dresser, and opened the top 
drawer. As soon as he did, he exclaimed, "Holy cow!"

Lynn stood up and ran over to stand beside him. "What is it?" Looking 
over his shoulder, she could only repeat (although with a bit less 
vigor), "Holy cow."

Inside the drawer were stacks and stacks of bank books, and, judging 
from the print (usually embossed) upon them, most were from 
international banks. David picked up a handful of them and said, 
"There must be a hundred or so of these in here."

Lynn picked up a couple and thumbed through them. "My guess would be 
a couple hundred. Both of these say you have exactly five million 
dollars in the account it represents. If each of these books is the 
same, and there's no reason to say not, two hundred would add up to a 
billion dollars."

"Makes sense, but why so many accounts?"

"I'm not sure, but it's definitely the sensible thing to do."

"How so?"

"In today's day of electronic cash, if a billion dollars showed up in 
any one account, it'd probably be attributed to some kind of computer 
glitch and immediately zeroed out. Spreading the money out over a 
couple hundred accounts ensures that at least a few are gonna be 
overlooked."

"A few?! I wish for a billion dollars, and I wind up getting less 
than a hundred mill?! That sucks!"

"Well, don't presume the worst. I think you can pretty much guarantee 
that a good chunk of the money is gonna be lost, but even if we only 
walk away with twenty or thirty million, that's still a lot more than 
we had before."

"It's still not what I wished for."

"Well, getting a lot of money is a good wish. Getting a billion 
dollars without anybody being any wiser? Now that would be a miracle, 
and you only got a wish. Besides, we don't know that any of it is 
gonna be taken away. Let's just wait to see what the government does."

"I suppose that would be best. Do you want to strike while the iron 
is hot and get enough money to pay off your debtors now?"

"No, we'd better wait. The last thing I want is to add on a few 
hundred or even a few thousand in 'perfectly legal' fines to my bill 
by handing my debtors a check that would bounce once someone takes a 
look at your accounts."

"We could always go to the bank, withdraw the money, and pay them off in cash."

Lynn laughed. "Oh, you are a babe in the woods, aren't you? If you 
withdraw that much cash you'll set off every government accounting 
agency from here to Washington."

"What you mean? How much do you owe?"

"Somewhere between fifty and sixty thousand."

"Holy Crap! How come so much?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but it's not exactly cheap to 
change one's sex."

Noticing the harsh edge that was beginning to enter Lynn's voice, 
David said, "I was prying. I'm sorry."

Lynn side. "No, I'm sorry. You're offering to take care of my debt. I 
suppose I can fork over a little information in return."

"If you really don't mind me asking, how did it get to be so much, or 
is that what all transsexuals have to pay?"

"Not all transsexuals, but it's what I owe. Since someone else was 
footing the bill, I allowed them to talk me into more high-end 
surgery, which means I just kept getting in deeper and deeper. Add to 
that a pretty high level of interest, which I didn't know that I was 
paying, and you get a huge debt."

"Well, with any luck, it shouldn't be much longer before you're out 
from under them."

Lynn made a pointed motion of crossing her fingers. "From your mouth 
to God's ears."

"You know you're a study in dichotomy."

"What do you mean?"

"One minute you're this super cynical, world-wise girl from the 
streets, the next, you're this super optimistic, hope for the best 
type."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing. I was just commenting."

"Yeah, well, the cynicism comes from my life. I haven't found a real 
lot to be optimistic about. That's why I try to be optimistic. 
Otherwise, I might wind up breaking down in tears."

"That's kind of sad."

"I know, but it's my life."

Noticing that Lynn seemed a little vulnerable, David offered, "You 
want a hug or a shoulder to cry on?"

Lynn pulled herself together hand, at the same time, seemed to become 
a little more distant. "No, we better not. We don't want to wind up 
doing something that will make it impossible to get further wishes."

"I think I can handle one hug without getting too friendly."

"Maybe, but I don't want to chance it." Lynn then turned her back on 
David, walked back to where her clothes lay, and started getting 
dressed, clearly ending the conversation.

David decided to get dressed himself, and, since he had been dressed 
in far fewer clothes, he finished first. After Lynn finished, he 
asked, "Why don't we take the time to count all those bank books? 
It'll be something to pass the time."

"Why not?"

David went over, pulled the drawer completely out of his dresser, 
brought it over to the bed, and dumped it out. They spent the rest 
the evening going through and counting the bank books. They checked 
the balances in each and discovered that there were only a hundred 
and fifty of them, fifty with ten million each and one hundred with 
five million each. The also discovered that there were only about 
thirty banks represented with the one hundred fifty books 
representing different accounts amongst those thirty banks. They also 
discovered that a hundred and forty of the accounts were accessed by 
numbered pass code, rather than being assigned to a particular name.

After they finished, David said, "Well, since you're entitled to part 
of this, you want to take your share now, or wait until we see where 
the chips fall with the government?"

"I'll wait. That way whatever the government takes won't be mostly in 
your share or mine."

"You know, you could argue that you were supposed to get part of what 
I wished for, not what I get from a wish. Are you willing to take 
your share out of net returns?"

"Sure. After all, one way or another, we're still talking millions of 
dollars. I don't need to be greedy."

"Okay. So what do you want to do now?"

"Got any games?"

"I've got a deck of cards in the other room."

And so they spent the rest of the night just playing games.

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THE NEXT DAY...

David woke up and stretched. His back was a little sore, as it was 
every time he slept on the couch. Lynn had volunteered to take the 
couch, but he wouldn't think of it. No guest in his home had ever 
slept on the couch. He just hadn't been raised that way.

While he was stretching the kinks out, he heard a knock on the door. 
He quickly grabbed his pants and started pulling them on, yelling 
out, "Just a minute! Be right there!"

Once he got his pants and got to the door and opened it, he saw a man 
who seemed to be the quintessential bookworm stereotype. The man, 
with his oversized glasses, looked at David and asked, "Would you be 
Mr. Samson?"

"Yes, that's me."

"May I come in?"

"That depends. Who are you?"

"I'm sorry." The man reached into his inside breast pocket and pulled 
out an official looking I.D. wallet. Opening it up, he said, "My name 
is Mark Storm. I'm with the IRS."

David blanched a little. "What's this about?"

"We found a string of discrepancies in a collection of banks in your 
name. May I come in and talk to you about them?"


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"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure, I just like T.V. better."

jrdss@alaska.net
ICQ#37222294
J R D

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