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Subject: {ASSM} Lotto Dreams, Chapter 2  (ns)
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Date: Sun, 25 Jul 2004 00:10:04 -0400
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Chapter 2

"Nick, Lydia says to keep your car handy, she's going to drag you around 
town. Have fun!" That was the message on his machine when he got home. 
He didn't wonder where she'd gotten his number; the answer would have 
been Carl obviously. He sat down instead at his computer and put 
together a new playlist for his iPod, then loaded it up. He hoped Lydia 
was in the mood for House and Trance, if not, he figured she'd find a CD 
she liked in his carrier. Then he went to take a shower and get the 
recommended nap.

He pulled up to the Hilton at 9:30. "Don't bury it, I'll be back down 
shortly," he told the valet as he handed him the keys to the Audi 
convertible. He rode the elevator to the 8th floor, and knocked at the 
same door.  It was opened by one of his favorite visions. She was a 
little shorter than he, maybe 3 inches. Small breasts covered with a 
tight gray tube dress, and nipples that rose even as he tried not to 
stare. Her hair was cut short and gelled into a spiky 'do, and was died 
electric blue. She was a cute young woman, probably in her early 20's. 
Dark brown eyes, a nose that begged to be kissed, and lips that looked 
delicious. He noticed she'd dusted her make-up with blue glitter.

"Good evening, you must be Nick. Come on in." She stepped back, then 
shut the door after him. "I'm Lydia," she said, offering her hand. "Your 
clothes are in the bedroom." 

He stepped past her, and was surprised that she watched him walk away 
with what looked to be a nod of pleased appraisal. And he'd have sworn 
her nipples had poked out more when he'd taken her hand. Must be easily 
aroused, he figured. It would never occur to him that she'd found him 
appealing. In the bedroom, he found a dark silk suit, black loafers, and 
a white linen shirt. He laughed, apparently Cyan had taken his vampire 
remark to heart. He changed clothes, transferred his wallet, keys and a 
small fold of five and ten dollar bills to his suit pockets, then set 
the envelope he'd had in his back pocket on the dresser. As he turned 
from inspecting himself in the mirror, Lydia approached. 

"Damn, Nick, you look sharp!" He smiled as she casually brushed his 
shoulders with one hand while discreetly slipping the envelope into the 
dresser drawer. Then she looped her arm in his. "Ready to dance the 
night away?"

"For tonight, as ready as I ever will," he replied with a nervous 
chuckle.

"You'll be fine. We'll start off fairly close. You know Area 51?" 

"I've heard advertising for it, never been clubbing before, so haven't 
been there."

"That's ok, it's over on 3rd West and 5th South. I'll show you where to 
park." 

They went downstairs and the valet had to look twice at the ticket then 
again at the person who handed it to him. 'Talk about major differences! 
And the babe on his arm, Good Goddamn!' the young man thought.

Lydia smiled appreciatively as Nick opened the door to the Cabriolet 
quattro, and slid into the seat. He walked around and settled behind the 
wheel. "The iPod has a Trance and House mix on it, or you can look 
through the CDs."

"Plenty of time for music in a bit, Nick, but I'll play the 'pod on the 
way home. Fair enough? Now, why don't you ask the question every client 
does. You know, 'What's a nice girl like you...'"

"Hmm, I could ask, but what if I didn't like the answer? Then we're both 
uncomfortable all night." He turned and gave her a smile. "Personally, 
I'm more concerned about what you'll do when you're confronted with the 
'spastic elephant' of dance."

Lydia laughed delightedly. "Good, that will give me a chance to use my 
teaching skills in an extreme situation! Nick, I'm in school working on 
my degree in education. I'm hoping to specialize in physical education, 
especially dance. Believe me, you will enjoy yourself tonight. And if I 
have anything to do with it, your dancing is going to impress more than 
just me!" 

Nick had already considered the impression she was going to make on the 
crowds, especially if she met any of her friends that didn't know her 
secret. But he decided she'd probably already planned for avoiding them 
already, probably by taking him to places she didn't frequent often. He 
pulled around to the parking lot, and set the anti-theft equipment. He 
hated car alarms, but there were plenty of options that actually worked 
better, and he'd had them all installed in both cars.

Lydia took his hand and led him to the front of a fair sized line, much 
to the dismay of those behind, and greeted the doorman by name. "Hey 
Lukas, good crowd starting up! This is my friend Nick," she gave Nick's 
hand a squeeze, "Remember his face when he comes back again."

Lukas studied Nick stonily, then grinned and opened the velvet rope. 
"Absolutely, Lydia! Nick, welcome to Area 51."

Lydia led him to the box-office and flipped out her membership card. 
"You can pay the cover charge since you're with me, or buy a membership 
of your own and they'll wave the cover charge for you. I'll cost you 
three bucks either way," she said with a grin. After finding out how 
much a membership cost, he bought it, and paid for Lydia. He got two 
dollars back on two tens.

They moved to the bar next. He ordered a bottle of water for them both, 
then she dragged him onto the dance floor. "Ok Nick," she had to lean 
close so he could hear her over the pounding music, "Relax. Watch me for 
a moment, and try to move as I do." She began to sway slowly and gently, 
her hands over her head. She nodded at him, indicating he should copy 
her. He raised his hands as well, and began a slow sway that matched 
hers. She smiled at him, and began to gently move faster, now thrusting 
her hands into the air to the throb of the bass. As he matched her, she 
moved closer, and began to rub her hip against his, then moved behind 
him, so they danced back to back.

Nick hoped he was still matching her moves, it felt like it, but visual 
confirmation would have been reassuring. He could feel it when she began 
to dance faster, and his pace also increased, then she moved around to 
his other hip and gave him a brilliant smile. "I think the 'spastic 
elephant' stayed home," she whispered. Then she was pressing herself 
against his torso, her nipples like little pebbles against his chest. 
And then other breasts pressed against his back, matching his moves as 
his matched Lydia's. 

His eyes widened in surprise, and his lips formed "What the Hell". Lydia 
smiled and moved slightly to the side, making sure her nipples continued 
their delightful contact, but so she could see around him.

"Good evening, Jeanvieve." Lydia pronounced it jonveev. 

" 'Ello Lydia. Who's your friend?" The woman, Jeanvieve apparently, 
continued to press against him as they all moved together.

"This is Nick. Nick, say hello to Jeanvieve. I'll introduce you properly 
after this dance." Nick swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry as he realized 
that Lydia's pelvis was massaging his groin, and he was reacting like a 
jr. high student. 

"Umm, sorry. Hello Jeanvieve, pleased to meet you." Not that they'd met 
yet.

"So, Jeanvieve, where's Terrence tonight?"

"Bastard went off with Cat, that slut bitch! So I was dancing lonely 
till you came in. Nick don't move too bad, but I noticed you started 
easy with him. A beginner?"

"Yep. I was dateless and finally sweet talked him into coming along."

"Very nice! Wish I had a friend I could steal when I was dateless." The 
music changed, and the women moved back, then took both of his arms, 
leading him to a small table. A waitress approached, and Jeanvieve 
ordered a RedBull and vodka, Lydia ordered a RedBull, and Nick got 
another bottle of water. Nick paid for all the drinks.

As they sat relaxing, he studied Jeanvieve. A tall woman, nicely shaped 
unfettered breasts in a black silk blouse, and long legs covered by a 
red slit skirt. Her blond hair hung loose to her shoulder blades, and 
her gray eyes sparkled in a pleasant but unremarkable face. As he sat 
there, Lydia leaned her head on his shoulder comfortably as several 
patrons wandered by to greet her. So much for his theory she'd avoid 
places she was known.

"So Nick, how do you know Lydia?"

The question wasn't unexpected, but he hadn't really decided how to 
answer. Lydia answered for him. "Nick was in a couple of my classes at 
the U. We had Literature 102 and Classical Appreciation 101 together." 
She squeezed his arm and smiled at him then turned back to Jeanvieve. 
Nick just nodded. How the hell did she know he'd been in both those 
classes last semester? Of course, maybe he had had those classes with 
her. They'd both been fairly large, and he'd tried not to flirt over-
much with his much younger classmates. But the only reason Lydia would 
have noticed him was because he was the oldest person in the class. He'd 
even had ten years on the professor.

"Hey, lets go downstairs. I think Nick will attract a lot of attention 
dressed the way he is." Jeanvieve said. Nick looked at her curiously.

"You don't like my vampire look?" he grinned.

Lydia laughed. "You'll fit right in at Sanctuary. It's a Goth club. 
That's one of the reasons I went with blue for my hair tonight. And you 
won't believe my makeup under the blacklights!" 

They moved to a stairway he hadn't noticed, and went down. "One bad 
thing, though Nick. Sanctuary's another club. So another cover charge, 
or another membership."

He shrugged. "Small price to pay, for the company of two lovely 
creatures like yourselves."

"God, he talks sweet, Lyd! You sure you don't mind sharing him?"

"Nah, I think there's plenty to go around." And Nick would have sworn 
she looked at his groin when she said it.

Sanctuary was much smaller than Area 51, so it felt more crowded. It was 
darker, and the patrons were dressed, for the most part, much 
differently than the dancers upstairs. Nick and the ladies moved to the 
cashier and both women offered their membership cards. Nick paid for all 
of them then followed them deeper into the club.

"Lydia, can I dance with you and Nick again?" Jeanvieve asked hopefully.

Lydia looked at her friend, then at Nick, raising her eyebrow in 
question to him. 

"Just go easy on me. We don't want to wake the 'spastic elephant', and 
the way they're jumping around here would definitely wake him up."

Lydia and Jeanvieve grinned and pulled him out on the floor. They did 
start out slow, but it wasn't long before they had him bouncing and 
shaking as wildly as the majority of the club kids.

They'd been dancing for most of an hour when his dates excused 
themselves to 'do some maintenance'. As he sat at the bar with another 
bottle of water, a young woman pressed herself against him and spoke in 
his ear. "You dance pretty good, mister. Buy me a drink and I'll show 
you some more moves."

Nick looked her over. A little bit prettier than Jeanvieve, but nowhere 
near Lydia's impact. "Sure, what ya want?"

"RedBull with" she replied. That was what Jeanvieve had ordered 
upstairs.

"Prove your old enough," Nick challenged, then was startled when she 
reached out and caressed his groin. He caught her hand and gently moved 
it away. "Not what I had in mind. Let's see your paper."

The girl frowned but pulled an ID card out of the little pocketbook she 
carried. Nick looked it over, then turned to the bartender. "Give my 
friend a RedBull, without."

Then Nick handed her back her ID. "I'd demand a refund for that piece of 
shit, sweetheart. That won't even get you smokes in a Vietnamese shop." 

"How do you know, asswipe? You a fuckin' cop?"

"Worse, beautiful. I'm a grocery clerk. And do you kiss your momma with 
that mouth?"

She glared at him for a moment, leaned over, kissed him hard and hot, 
then took her drink. "Yeah I do, but not like that!" She wiggled her 
caboose at him as she walked away.

As he watched her walk away, Lydia and Jeanvieve sat down on each side 
of him. "Who's your friend?" Lydia asked, pressing her nipple against 
his arm.

"A youngster looking for an old fool," Nick replied with a smile. 

"Why were you looking at her ID, and why did she look pissed when you 
handed it back?" Jeanvieve wanted to know.

"She wanted me to buy her a drink. RedBull with. My idea of a good 
evening is not a ticket for contributing, thank you." He laughed. "She 
was pissed cause I told her the fake ID was a piece of shit, and 
probably wouldn't work to buy cigs in a Vietnamese market. Told her she 
should demand a refund."

The lights turned off, then the room began to glow as the blacklights 
came up. He looked at Lydia, and then stared. In the ultraviolet 
illumination, her make-up had altered her appearance immensely. There 
was a band of light across her eyes, teardrops were painted on her 
cheeks and lightning designs etched her cheekbones. When he looked down, 
her dress looked like it had disappeared, and that she stood in a tiny 
bra and miniscule thong.

Jeanvieve had a similar band across her eyes, but it seemed to glow like 
the coals of a campfire instead of brightly like Lydia's. Her lips were 
outlined in blue, and she had what seemed to be a large bruise on her 
chin. Her dress had also disappeared, and now she seemed to stand nude, 
with her nipples and pubic hair glowingly highlighted.

The women pulled him out on the floor and began to dance with and around 
him, rubbing against the dim form that he was in the unusual light, 
sandwiching him between their illuminated bodies. 

They danced until 2:00 in the morning. They would have danced longer, 
but stupid Salt Lake law made dancing illegal after 2. He drove them 
home to Jeanvieve's apartment, and he walked them to the door. As Lydia 
hugged him and thanked him for a wonderful evening, she whispered in his 
ear: "Tomorrow, Neal is going to collect everything from the hotel room 
before check out. I think I'll have him bring me your clothes so I can 
burn them, and you can't ever wear them again!" Then she bit his earlobe 
lightly.

Out loud she added, "I hope I can drag you dancing again soon, Nick." 
Then she laughed and ran into the apartment, shutting the door behind 
her. 

When he reached for his keys, he found a slip of paper. When he was 
seated in the car, he saw it was a bill for an additional two hundred 
dollars. He shrugged and realized that two and a half c-notes was a good 
deal less than any other hourly rate he'd been offered when he was 
making calls earlier in the week. And honestly, the evening had been 
worth it.



-- 
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Ego sis, vero, consto redarguo, autem nullus argumentum licet vos offero

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