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Subject: {ASSM} Lotto Dreams Chapter 8  (MF, spanking, ff mast)
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Chapter 8

The trip home from Cedar City Thursday had been pleasant. Nick had 
indeed shared the back seat with Jeanvieve then 

Connie, cuddling comfortably and kissing softly when the mood struck. 

On Friday, Nick went to the gym and drove himself to his limit, then 
went down to the pool to swim laps. Connie sat on the 

diving board, watching him and making laughing comments on his form. 
Nick's response was an imitation of a whale 

spouting. He missed her by a good 18 inches. He did get her wet when he 
gave her a hug, though.

Next stop was the dojo. His time with Franco had more the feel of a 
sparring match then before; Nick connecting enough 

to make the bruising he took worth the effort.  "Next Monday we'll be 
getting serious, Mr. Essex. If you're going to quit, 

now would be the time. Drive safe."

When he was finishing with his shower, the phone rang. "Hello Nick." It 
was Cyan. "How are you feeling?"

"Pretty good. How have you been?"

"Well Nick. I'll be honest. I'm a bit upset. You stole two of my girls 
for four days without warning me."

"Ok, let's make something clear, Cyan. I didn't do anything except go 
where I was lead. The ladies came to my house and 

announced I was being kidnapped. I went along with them. The first I 
knew it was going to be more than a daytrip was 

when Lydia packed a bag for me.

If you want to complain they were AWOL, you'll have to discuss that with 
them. The way I see it, though, it was three friends 

dragging a fourth along to have some fun.  

Perhaps we need to renegotiate our deal. I adore Lydia and Connie, but I 
know they are still your employees, even if they 

seem to have chosen to ignore that this week. But you might consider how 
they will react if you offer them ultimatums that 

conflict with their desires in a significant way. 

So, I'll make you an offer. I'll pay you five thousand dollars a week 
for their company. That means, if they do something 

because they want to, you won't offer any objection, unless you actually 
have an assignment for them that would be 

interfered with. For actual services, such as the fundraiser in 
California I was going to call you about, I'll pay you an 

additional five thousand, and compensate the lady. Fair enough?"

"So, if Connie called to ask you to take her to the movie, then ended up 
spending the night, that would be covered by my 

five thousand? What if she asked for compensation?"

"She'd receive it. But let's be honest, if she asked me to do something, 
I seriously doubt she'd ask for compensation, unless 

she was 'spending the night' unenthusiastically. And I'd rather she said 
'No, thank you' then stay when she'd rather not."

"Ok," Cyan admitted, "This is something I will have to discuss with 
Connie and Lydia. But we'll work something out that is 

acceptable to all involved. Now, tell me about this fundraiser."

"The fundraiser is on the November 4th, I thought we'd fly in on the 
3rd, come home on the 5th. Would Lydia be available?"

"I'm sure I can arrange it. Tell you what, you find out if she'd like to 
attend. If she does, I'll make sure she's free that 

weekend. I'm sorry for bitching at you, Nick. I know the trip wasn't 
your idea, and I admit, I'd have to be brain dead to think 

you'd refuse to join three pretty girls."

"You are forgiven, Cyan. But if it's a problem, it's one you need to 
work out with Lydia and Connie."

He finished dressing and sat at his computer, checking e-mail. He was 
thrilled to see a message from the broker on his 

Cessna. The Stationair would arrive on the 17th, and be ready for his 
first flight on the 19th. The owner of the Beechcraft 

was still being stubborn though. Nick decided he was going to have to 
look for another airplane. Might cost more for the 

remodel of another one, but he was getting tired of dealing with this 
particular idiot. Oh well, it could wait for now, he 

couldn't fly it yet anyway.

That reminded him, he had to confirm his class for the next day. Two 
quick phone calls confirmed that Carl would be there, 

and the class was scheduled for 12:30. Then he called Salt Lake 
Municipal Airport to confirm that the hanger space he'd 

rented would be ready and available on Tuesday, and the mechanic he'd 
arranged would be waiting when the plane 

arrived. He sat back and grinned; he was excited. He hoped Carl would 
be, too, when he told him the Cessna was on its 

way.

He was in Barnes & Noble when his cell began playing "Hall of the 
Mountain King". It was Lydia. "Hello beautiful," he 

responded when he recognized the voice. "Have you talked to Cyan this 
afternoon?"

"Yeah, and she made it clear she wasn't happy with our trip. I think she 
probably had the same chat with Connie. She also 

said the two of you had negotiated a mutually acceptable arrangement."

"Yeah, I think we worked something out."

" 'K, I'm listening."

"Basically, if I want to take you or Connie out on a date, it's ok 
unless Cyan has you scheduled for something. So, I could 

take you to dinner or a movie, and that would be all right. Major events 
would fall under the category of work, and I'd pay 

your fees."

"How about clubbing? That count as work?"

"Depends on if you think it is work to make me look good," he laughed.

"Definitely not work, then," she admitted. "Uh, Jean was wondering when 
we might get together for her, umm, 

punishment."

"What, does she want to get it over with?" Nick grinned to himself.

"If I had to guess, no. If I didn't know better, I'd think she was 
looking forward to it."

"We could take care of it tomorrow, if that was convenient for everyone. 
Why don't you give me a call after you talk to the 

others, and let me know. Tell them I'll cook dinner, too."

"I have to watch the girls Sunday afternoon. Dierdra freaked and moved 
out when Dr. Lucen told her she needed to get her 

part of the budget paid. I mean, she was only three months behind, I 
can't imagine why AnnaBeth was ticked at her." Lydia 

said sarcastically. "But if you can have me home by noon, tomorrow's 
great for me!" 

Nick remembered the books still sitting in the boot of the Jag. "Want 
some company? If the girls allow, anyway?"

"Sure, we can try. Anyway, I'll give Connie and Jeanvieve a call, and 
then let you know if you'll have guests for dinner. Have 

a great afternoon, sweet Nicolas!"

He was curled up on the couch finishing the book he had been reading 
when he was kidnapped Monday when the phone 

range again.

"Hi Nick, it's Connie."

"Hello, oh beautiful bodybuilder! How are you this afternoon?"

"I'm just sitting here relaxing. What you up to?"

"Sprawling on the couch reading a book."

"That's relaxing. I talked to Cyan this afternoon. She explained the new 
rules."

"So, what do you think? Think they'll work?"

"Actually, I was wondering if you'd like to test them," Connie admitted. 
"Have you seen "The Bourne Ultimatum"?"

"The Matt Damon movie? No, haven't gotten to it yet. You wanna go out 
with me?"

"Absolutely!"

"How about an honest to goodness date? Movie then dinner? Or dinner then 
movie?"

"Sounds wonderful either way."

"Ok, let me go get online, see what times we're looking at."  After a 
little searching, they settled on the 6:40 showing, and 

dinner afterwards. 

"Oh, and Nick, I want French toast for breakfast."

Breakfast? He shook his head, stunned at her boldness. 

"Do you like that with jam or syrup?"

"Syrup, of course! And maybe some ham? Please?"

"Of course. Where shall I pick you up?" He figured she'd choose the gym, 
but she surprised him again by giving him another 

address. "I'll see you at 6?"

"Looking forward to it. See ya later!"

Nick picked up his book again and chuckled. Sometimes people surprised 
you.


Nick arrived at Connie's door a few minutes early, and was greeted by an 
attractive woman slightly older than himself.

"Good evening. I'm here to pick up Connie."

The woman looked at him appraisingly. Nick was casually dressed in jeans 
and a light jacket. "Connie will be down shortly. 

Won't you come in, Mr....?"

"Essex, but call me Nick. You're Connie's.."

"Mother, Lillian. So, Nick?" He nodded. "You're a little older than most 
of Connie's dates. Where did you meet?"

"We met at the gym she works at. She's been my mentor and trainer. And 
yes, Lillian, I probably am old enough to be her 

father."

"I wasn't going to say it. But I'll ask anyway. How old are you?"

"Forty six as of last May." He admitted with a smile. 

"Connie's father is actually 43, I think. It's been a while since I 
thought about it."

Connie came down the stairs then. "Giving Nick the third degree, Mom?"

Lillian and Nick both stood as she entered the room. "Not quite that 
bad, was I Nick?"

"No, not at all."

"So, what are you doing tonight, then?" Lillian asked.

Connie answered. "Going to a movie, then dinner."

"What time will you be home?"

Nick looked around the room as the difficult question hung in the air.

"I'll be home sometime tomorrow morning, Mom."

Connie met her mother's eyes calmly, and after a moment Lillian nodded. 
"Have a good time."

As they settled into his car, Connie sighed. "Sorry about that. I'd 
planned on meeting you at the door."

"Nothing to be sorry for," he said as he turned to face her and caress 
her cheek. But he added with a wicked grin, "Unless 

you are ashamed to be dating me."

She leaned over and kissed him soundly. "Never!"

The movie was great fun, and dinner was good, although more for the 
company then the food.  

"Where may I take you now, Lady Connie?"

"This chariot's next destination is your castle, M'Lord Nicolas!"

"As my Lady commands," Nick said with a smile.

When they got to his house, they entered the kitchen from the garage. 
"Like a drink?"

"No, but a tour would be nice."

He took her hand and led her through the house. Besides the kitchen and 
his bedroom the house had three other 

bedrooms, each one with an attached bath. One he had turned into an 
office, where he kept two desktop computers and 

the wireless router, as well as a file cabinet and safe. In a second 
bedroom the walls were lined with bookcases, almost 

filled with a variety of paperback and hardcover books. The room was 
furnished with a couch and a recliner, as well as a 

good portable stereo. The last bedroom was the guest room.

Downstairs was a large entertainment room, with his TV, a poker table 
and wet bar, as well as several recliners and an 

extra long couch.

The tour ended in his bedroom. "Can I admit to a dream I've had since 
the day in the pool?" he asked.

She looked at him curiously. "Certainly"

"I'd like to give you a massage. I want to enjoy the feel of your lovely 
skin under my hands."

"I think I'd like that," she admitted.

Nick undressed her and had her lie down on the bed face down. "I'll be 
right back." He went into the bathroom to retrieve 

the bottle of self-warming oil he'd bought after returning home from 
Cedar City. He'd decided if the opportunity presented 

itself, he was not going to be unprepared.

He set the bottle on the nightstand and got undressed. Then he opened 
the bottle and poured a small line across her 

shoulder blades. He blew softly upon the liquid, then began to massage 
the now warm oil into her shoulders and neck. 

Connie sighed at his firm but gentle touch, his strong fingers working 
the tension from her muscles. 

He took his time with the massage, enjoying the chance to explore her 
fine fit body as her libido rose. He ended the 

massage with a kiss upon her full sensuous lips. A kiss she hungrily 
drew out as she pulled him down on top of her. She 

took his hand and placed it upon her breast, closing his fingers around 
the firm flesh and rubbing his palm against her stiff 

nipple. Wrapping her legs around his thighs, she rubbed her moist sex 
against his leg. "Feel that?" she asked. "I think you 

should do something about both of those."

He shifted around within the confines of the long legs wrapped around 
him, then scooted up until the tip of his cock 

touched her outer lips. He bent his head and took her other nipple 
between his lips as he pushed into her wetness. 

"Ohhhhhyyyessss," Connie sighed. 

To Connie's delight, and Nick's amusement, they learned that if she 
wrapped her legs around him tightly, it had the same 

effect as the water in the pool. Slow short thrusts and his pelvis 
against her clit. The main difference was that Connie 

couldn't keep her legs locked together through three orgasms, and had to 
set him free after the second one. But the third 

one was nearly mutual with his, and supremely enjoyable.

She rolled on top of him and kissed his nose. "Umm, let's do that 
again!" Then she laid her head on his shoulder and went 

to sleep. Nick wrapped his arms around her and held her gently as he 
also slipped away.

They did, in fact, 'do it again' a few hours later. And a third time 
after Nick brought her coffee in bed. Then they showered 

together after a breakfast of ham steak and French toast with lots of 
butter and real maple syrup. 

Nick walked Connie to her door and kissed her softly. "I'll see you this 
evening, yes?"

"Absolutely. No way am I gonna let Lydia punish Jean alone. Nor am I 
gonna pass up another meal that you cook!" She 

kissed his nose and then hurried inside. Nick got in his car and went to 
meet his brother at the airport for their class.

Lillian sat on the couch reading a book and sipping coffee. "How was the 
movie?"

Connie sat across from her mother. "The movie was fun, dinner was 
alright, we just went to 'Ruby Tuesdays'.  Breakfast was 

good, though. He made us French toast and ham."

"Connie, I know you're an adult. You make very few mistakes in your 
choices, and I don't want to drive a wedge between us. 

But do you really think it's wise to plan to sleep with a man on a first 
date?"

"Mom, I've been working with Nick every day for the last four months, so 
I've gotten to know him pretty well. He's always a 

perfect gentleman. And last night wasn't really our first date. He took 
us to dinner before the play, and then took us 

dancing Wednesday night."

"Us? Play? Wait, I thought you said you went to the Shakespearean 
Festival with your friend Lydia and her friend Jeanvieve."

"We did, and we took Nick with us."

"And you slept.... Never mind, I almost forgot my own advice. 'Don't ask 
a question you're not likely to want to have 

answered.' So, what are your plans for the rest of the weekend?"

"I'm going to relax this afternoon, then Nick is going to cook us all 
dinner."

"Who is all? And is that wise?"

 "All is Lydia and her friend Jeanvieve and I."

"So, what does this Nick do when he's not driving down to Cedar City?"

"Well, this morning he said he was going to his flying class. But if you 
mean what does he do as a job? I think Lydia said he 

told her roommate that he...Let me think, it was kind of clever. Oh 
yeah, he 'spends his good fortune'."

"What does that mean? Is he some sort of spendthrift heir?"

"No, I know who his brother is, so I know he's not an heir. I think he 
won a whole bunch of money somewhere. Big money, 

too, since he's taking a class from one of Cyan's bodyguard friends."

"Cyan knows him, then?" Lillian knew Cyan, and trusted her implicitly. 
Of course, if she knew the nature of Cyan's business, 

she might have been more cautious.

"Cyan sent him to the gym, and had me set him up a program. That was 
back in July. I'm going to go nap for a bit before 

work. See you later."


Nick had told Carl that his plane was arriving Tuesday, and asked him if 
he'd like to take it up on Saturday with him. "I'd like 

to get two or three hours of flight time, and maybe a half dozen take-
offs and landings in."

"Sounds good," Carl replied. "After class?"

"I was thinking maybe get an early start, maybe about 9? Fly for a 
while, go to class, then fly some more?"

"Ok. Oh, I meant to ask you. There is a charity poker tournament in four 
weeks, on the 11th of November. I booked three 

tables, twenty-four seats through work. But I've only gotten nineteen 
people to sign up. I'd really like to fill the tables. It's a 

$500 donation per person, the winner of the tournament wins a seven-day 
cruise for two, and they will serve dinner the 

day of the tournament, and a banquet the day after. Do you know anyone 
who plays poker?"  

Nick took the jab at his poker skills in the spirit it was meant. "Who 
have you invited?"

"Sarah and her partners, Larry and Craig." Sarah was part owner of 
RocketRide Tech Sports, one of the hottest NHRA car 

builders in the country. Craig was leading the points in the 'King Demon 
Crown' in a car he'd built, and another of their cars 

was leading the standings in the 'Budweiser Shootout'. Nick had helped 
the business blast off with a large investment of 

much needed cash.

"Mindy and Dad, a bunch of people from work and their friends. Think you 
can find me a few more bodies?"

"Well, you can count me in. I'll make a phone call, and ask my dinner 
guests tonight. I'll let you know for sure tomorrow, 

though." A thought snuck across his forebrain. "Hey, think Gina would 
object to me stealing Stevie Thursday?"

"I doubt it. What ya want him for?" 

"I thought I'd go out to the airport, familiarize myself with the 
instruments, warm up the engine, stuff like that. He could 

keep me company."

Carl laughed. "You can try. You might have to take him home before you 
get much done, though."

Another thought struck. "Maybe not. How's he doing in daycare?"

"He loves it, hates to leave some days. He's made a lot of new friends."

"Good to hear." 

Carl took his leave, and Nick went grocery shopping. First stop was 
Granato's deli for fresh prosciutto and provolone. Then 

the state liquor store for a few bottles of wine.  Next stop was 
Albertson's. He chatted with Lisa, the butcher that morning. 

"Hey Nick, got some nice fresh shrimp in this morning."

"Not today, Lisa. I need six nice boneless skinless chicken breasts. 
Maybe a small 'eye of the round' roast, too."

"Ok, give me a few minutes, and I'll have you set."

He moved on, gathering greens and accessories for a nice salad, shallots 
and garlic, some more mushrooms. Then a box of 

pilaf mix, and a cheesecake and fresh strawberries for dessert.

When he got home, he called Cyan. "Hello, M'Lady, how are you this fine 
afternoon?"

"I'm well, Nick. What can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if you played poker."

"Poker? Yes, I do. Why?"

Nick explained his brother's situation. "I figured that Lydia, Connie 
and Jean would go just for fun, but that still left Carl 

with an empty seat. I thought I'd invite you as my guest. Interested?"

"What day is it again?" He told her, and could hear her working her 
keyboard. "Sure, I'd love to go. And I'll make sure both 

girls are free that day. Talk to you again, Nick!"


Nick was tearing up greens when the doorbell rang. Wiping his hands on a 
towel, he opened the door and smiled as three 

lovely women greeted him. "Welcome, welcome! Let me take your jackets." 
After hanging the jackets, he led the women to 

the kitchen. 

"Lydia, would you get out the wine? I have a Riesling, a Chardonnay and 
a Sauvignon Blanc. Anyone have a preference?" 

They agreed to start with the Chardonnay, and Lydia poured them each a 
glass, and poured a large splash into a glass for 

him.

Nick lifted his glass and looked at his guests. "To the three loveliest 
ladies I know, may they know I adore them all." He 

took a sip that emptied half of the contents. The girls sipped as well. 
Then Nick picked up the wine bottle and poured an 

easy half-cup into a large fry pan on the stove and began to scrape the 
crunchy bits from the bottom of the pan. His guests 

sat at the breakfast bar and visited as he cooked, then moved to the 
kitchen table when he began to plate his preparations.

Dinner was a salad of fresh greens and a choice of dressings, chicken 
breasts rolled around provolone and prosciutto then 

fried golden brown and baked, served with the sauce he'd prepared with 
the drippings, and a rice pilaf. As they ate, he 

asked them if they'd like to join him in the poker tournament. They 
quickly agreed; each woman was a pretty fair card 

player. They finished the Chardonnay with dinner, and opened the 
Riesling as they again sat at the bar and watched him 

clean up.

"Now, I think everyone knows the real reason we are here," he looked 
significantly at Jeanvieve, who looked both nervous 

and excited. "Lydia, Connie, if you will take Jeanvieve to my bedroom 
and prepare her, I shall be in shortly."

Lydia and Connie took Jean's arms and led her down the hall. Nick got up 
and began to collect several items from the 

pantry. When he entered the bedroom, he carried a serving tray with four 
flute glasses and a magnum of champagne. 

There was also a towel wrapped around something. 

Jeanvieve stood beside the bed, nude, and Nick took a moment too circle 
her admiringly. Then he looked at her 

companions. "I believe that the victim requested that her punishers also 
be nude. I'm quite certain you both agreed."

"She said you had to be naked, too," Lydia observed as she undressed.

"True, she did." Nick also undressed then picked up the towel, before 
sitting in an armless straight-backed chair. When 

everyone was undressed, he unrolled the towel to reveal the instruments 
of Jeanvieve's punishment. In the towel were two 

wooden spatulas, each with ten-inch handles and trays three-inch square. 

"Lie across my legs, Jeanvieve, facing your sisters." As she lay across 
him, she felt his cock stir under her. He handed a 

spatula to Connie, then Lydia. "Now, show your sisters where you want 
them to stand while they punish you."

Jeanvieve brought them close, touching each of them and resting her 
hands on their hips until she was satisfied. "Now, how 

would you like me to hold you?"

"Put your right arm across my back, so you can hold me steady. Then put 
your left arm under me, and put your hand 

between my legs. While they beat me, I want you to rub my pussy with 
each blow."

Nick did as she asked. "Do you want to close your eyes, sweet 
Jeanvieve?"

"I think so, at least to start."

"Then close your eyes." When she did so, Connie and Lydia flipped the 
spatulas over, revealing the side that would be used 

against Jeanvieve. Although the first side had been bare wood, the 
reverse side had a thick cotton pad covered in soft 

artificial fur glued to it. "Are you ready?"

Jeanvieve reached out to touch her friends, then nodded. "Ten strokes 
from each of you. Begin."

As the first blow fell, the hands Jean had rested on her friends' hips 
moved, finding their way between both of her abusers' 

thighs and seeking out their sex. As the blows fell, Nick's fingers 
stroked Jeanvieve's aroused genitals as she caressed her 

friends'. On the fifteenth blow, Connie's 8th, Jeanvieve shuddered 
violently with an intense orgasm. On the 18th, Lydia 

groaned and clenched her thighs on Jeanvieve's hand. And when the 
twentieth blow had fallen, Connie sank to her knees 

and held Jeanvieve's fingers inside her as she cried out her climax.

When the women had all recovered and were resting on the bed, Nick 
opened the champagne and filled the glasses. After 

handing them out, he offered a toast. "To Jeanvieve's punishment. May 
she need it seldom, but desire it often!"

"Nick, how come I'm not sore? I felt every blow, and they both used good 
hard strokes. My ass should be stinging like 

crazy!"

Connie picked up one of the spatulas and showed Jean first the bare wood 
side. "If we'd used this side, it would." She gave 

Jean a sharp tap with the tray and Jean squealed in surprise. "But we 
used this side instead." She flipped it over and showed 

the other girl the furry side before stroking it over the red spot she'd 
left a moment before.

Jeanvieve turned to glare at Nick. "You tricked me!"

"Hush. I said you needed to be punished. I didn't actually say it was 
going to hurt. And if I had to guess, I think you all 

rather enjoyed the experience."

He set his glass down and wormed his way among them, letting his hands 
caress what ever they encountered and kissing 

anything that presented itself. And when morning came, everyone was 
thoroughly satisfied.


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