
                              ICE ARENA
                             by Q. Kimber


This "inside story" about an up-and-coming figure skater looks
"behind the scenes" at what it takes to make a talented skater into
an International champion and ice skating star.  

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Copyright 2001 by Q. Kimber.  All rights reserved.
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Published with permission from the author by TYGER.  

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The glitter and pizzazz of the New York State Junior Finals was
something not to be missed.  The young boys and girls in their
spangled and brightly colored satin costumes glided across the ice
with the grace of ballet dancers.  They practiced their single and
double toe loops, lutz, flips, axels and dizzying spins.  It was
beautiful to behold.  The arena was completely full of the skaters'
friends, families and guests, each of whom had their eye on their own
special contestant.  To those observing the practice before the
competition, each child appeared, to his or her parents, to be equal
to or better than most of the others.  But a lot of eyes were on
fourteen year old Holly Martin who had taken the ice skating world by
storm over the past twelve months and who seemed to be destined for
the Olympics in a little more than a year.  Among the female skaters,
she would be the one to beat.  And, many parents were wishing that if
only their daughter scored equal to or higher than Holly...maybe
their daughter would go on to the Seniors competition.

A whistle blew, and all the skaters silently left the ice rink as the
lights dimmed and a spotlight came on to the first female contestant.
The classical music began to flow through the loudspeakers to create
an ambience for the sole skater in the spotlight.  The candidate, a
girl of thirteen, nervous though she was, tried to perform with an
aura of complete confidence and relaxation.  Even her missteps were
glossed over with a glowing smile hiding the tears the girl felt
inside as she hoped and prayed the judges didn't catch the little
mistakes she was making.

When Holly Martin, the eighth female competitor of the evening, took
the center of the ice rink wearing a spangled red and white skating
dress with matching skates, her golden hair pulled back into a bun,
she was a rare beauty to behold.  Seldom had the ice seen a skater
with such grace, perfect features, a fair complexion, sky-blue eyes
and, more than anything else, a smile that seemed to emanate from
within infecting the audience and making them share Holly's inner
confidence.  Even if Holly was your toughest competition, it would
have been hard not to like her.  She was the perfect picture of
fourteen-year-old innocence, virtue, talent and enthusiasm.  Holly
had the look of a girl who knew she would win.  And, as she glided
effortlessly across the ice doing her leaps and spins, the audience
had to agree with the judges: she was in a class all by herself.  The
judges gave her near-perfect scores, and the audience threw roses at
her feet.

Her mother, Sandy Martin, was also a picture of beauty as she
demurely sat in the audience, a very young mother glowing with pride
at her daughter's performance.  Sandy was aware that a lot of other
mothers were looking at her, but she acted as though she was aware of
nothing other than the current skater's performance in the ice arena.
Many of the other mothers were quite envious of Sandy: Sandy was
exceptionally pretty with her raven hair in bangs contrasting
startlingly to her almost violet eyes.  She was the mother of a
beautiful girl who seemed destined for championship status.  But more
than anything else, Sandy appeared to be quite unassuming and
unpretentious.  She would talk freely with the other mothers and
never had anything but good things to say about the other skaters.

When Holly finished her performance, the crowd in the ice arena gave
her a standing ovation.  Holly acknowledged it softly and with what
seemed to be genuine humility.  The audience and the judges
absolutely loved her!  She skated to the waiting box and was joined
by her coach, Guy Lauder.  They both smiled and waived to the
audience as the judges' scores announced Holly's victory.  Then Holly
and Guy left the arena area and went together to the dressing room
where the earlier contestants were now changing into their street
clothes.

The other girls in the dressing room thought nothing of Guy's
presence in the room while they were changing their clothes.  They
knew that Guy had no sexual interest in girls.  He was one of the
world's leading skating coaches, and everyone in that dressing room
would have liked him to be their coach, but Guy, in addition to being
very safe around girls, was extremely expensive.  Guy only coached
the very best skaters.

Like the others in that room, Holly thought nothing of Guy being
there as she removed her skates, unzipped her skating dress, pulled
down her costume panties and tights leaving her clad only in a cotton
bra and cotton panties.  In a moment, however, Holly had thrown on a
knit shirt and jeans.  She bent over and started pulling on her socks
and shoes.

"You were absolutely great, darling," purred Guy.

"It felt good," responded Holly.

"I know you wanted to do your triple, but I simply felt it wasn't
necessary this time."

"You were right...as usual," quipped Holly.

Guy glowed with pride.  "You looked like you were born on the ice."

Holly looked directly into Guy's eyes and her mind started to drift:

                                  ***

Born on the ice?  No, she was not born on the ice...but she came very
close to it.  Her mother had thought figure skating was the most
beautiful thing in the world, and she wanted her daughter to become a
figure skater.  By age four, Holly was learning to skate.  By age
five, her mother had hired a coach who worked at the local ice rink,
to start teaching her how to move gracefully, skate backwards, and
make spread-eagle turns.  It wasn't long before Holly was showing
exceptional promise.  To encourage Holly still further, Sandy started
buying her decent ice skates and skating dresses.  But the cost was a
big factor: Holly's father had deserted Sandy when Holly was two, and
Holly had not seen or heard from him since.  Sandy worked hard as a
Fedex delivery person, but had to switch over to waitressing because
it gave her more hours to be with Holly and her skating.  Still, the
expense was high.  When Sandy found she did not have enough money to
provide Holly with the things she needed for skating, Sandy found
that a good way to get the coach to reduce or eliminate his fee was
to have him spend the night at her apartment while Holly slept in the
next room.  Sandy was only seventeen years older than her daughter
and a true beauty to behold.

Holly was a "natural" on the ice.  She was so very pretty and
graceful that she caught the eye of a lot of skaters and parents.
When Holly went onto the ice, it was as if the rink belonged to her.
Other skaters would clear the way for her because Holly was something
special to see.  Even when the rink assigned a specific "patch" of
the ice to each skater, Other skaters gave Holly a wider and wider
birth until Holly would somehow "take-over" the rink.

As Holly grew, a couple of her coaches began hinting that they would
enjoy spending the night with Holly instead of her mother, but Sandy
would have none of it.  She watched her daughter as though she had
eyes in the back of her head.  Nothing escaped her probing looks and
questioning of Holly if Holly ever spent any time alone with a coach.
Not that Holly ever gave her any reason to suspect anything.  Holly
was completely focused on her skating and Sandy liked it that way.

By the time Holly was twelve her figure was developing, as was her
competitive ability.  The costumes she had worn even one year ago had
become too small, and to start entering serious competition, she
would need new costumes and new skates.  Sandy gathered all her
living relatives and begged, without success, to borrow money from
them to have Holly enter the Junior Regional competition.  When her
relatives made up all kinds of excuses, Sandy became even more
determined and maxed-out all her credit cards.  This was it!  All or
nothing!

There was a little prize money available, but the big prizes were to
get Holly known and recognized and maybe get some suppliers to
endorse Holly and let Holly use their equipment for free.  The entry
fee to the competition was only the beginning.  To compete with other
top skaters of her age, Holly would need new and better skates, new
skating dresses, new music, new routines... and a lot of
encouragement.

By the time the big day arrived, Holly and Sandy had no nails left to
bite.  When Holly's turn came, she skated onto the ice as if she was
a master of the ice rather than a frightened little girl entering her
first major competition.  In fact, to many in the audience, she was
far and away the best skater in the competition.  The audience
applauded loudly for her as she took her bow gracefully.

Unfortunately, the judges did not agree and relegated her to 6th
position in a field of twenty.  Both Holly and Sandy were devastated.

Dejectedly, and overflowing with disappointment, they left the arena.
On their way out, one of the other skaters came up behind them and
gave a note to Sandy: Sandy read it...then she read it again...then
she read it for a third time.  Then she started to laugh, and hugged
Holly so tightly that Holly's breath was squeezed out of her.

Chase Burns, who was the personal manager of more skating stars than
you could count on your fingers, had written the note and said he
would like to see them at his office tomorrow afternoon at 3:00.
Excitement and anticipation coursed through both girls' veins.  Both
knew, without question, that if "the" Chase Burns was willing to
become Holly's manager, then their financial problems would be over
and, more important, Holly would be groomed for stardom.  This was
the best news they ever had!  According to the note, Chase Burns had
seen Holly skate in the competition and liked her.

The next day, both Holly and Sandy got dressed in their finest
clothes and took the subway to the lower Manhattan office of Chase
Burns Management.  They were so nervous and filled with hopeful
anticipation that they actually felt goose-bumps on their arms.  They
entered the sixty-two story office building.  Burns' offices were in
the penthouse.  Even the express elevator ride to the sixty-second
floor was impressive.  The elevator doors opened to a large, granite
reception desk set on a huge oriental carpet.  Behind the desk was a
pretty girl of about twenty.  She smiled as Sandy and Holly stepped
up to the desk.

"May I help you?"  she smiled.

"Yes," said Sandy, "I believe Mr. Burns is expecting us."

"Your name, please?"

"Sandy Martin."

The receptionist smiled and looked at Holly.  "Then you must be Holly
Martin.  Mr. Burns is expecting you both."  The receptionist picked
up the telephone and announced "The Martin's are here."

In a matter of seconds, a tall, thirtyish, blond woman dressed in a
very finely tailored suit appeared.  She had a distinctly British
accent.  "Mrs.  Martin?  Holly?  I'm Miss Ellis, Mr. Burns'
secretary.  Please come with me, Mr. Burns is expecting you."

She led mother and daughter through two immense glass doors behind
the reception desk and down a marble corridor with many people busy
at work in offices off to each side.  The walls were covered with
larger-than-life-size photos of virtually every figure skater that
mother and daughter had idolized.  At the end of the corridor, Miss
Ellis opened the door to an enormous corner office which was
furnished with chairs and couches covered in the finest white Italian
leather.  The large windows overlooked much of New York City and
Central Park.  Behind a massive mahogany desk stood Chase Burns.

Burns was in his mid forties, and an absolutely gorgeous looking man.
His temples were just touched with gray.  His complexion was
flawless with only the lines of an athlete around his mouth.  He was
slender, at least six feet tall and, and although he was wearing an
Armani suit, you could tell he kept himself in very good shape.  He
stepped from behind his desk to greet Sandy and Holly with a big
smile.

"Mrs.  Martin...Holly...thank you so much for taking the time to
come."  Miss Ellis discreetly left the office and closed the door
behind her.  "Please sit down.  Can I get you something to drink?
Perhaps a Coke for Holly?"

Holly smiled showing white, even teeth, still missing the upper eye
teeth on both sides which had not yet come in.  Burns went to a wall,
pushed a button, and an exceptionally well-stocked bar appeared to
come out of the wall.  He poured two glasses full of Coke and gave
one to each of them.

Burns then walked around to the front of his desk and sat on the edge
of it.  This gave Burns a feeling of intimacy and informality
although he was still at least ten feet away from mother and daughter.

"I imagine you're wondering why I asked you to come.  The fact is
that I was at the Junior Regionals yesterday, and I saw Holly skate.
I liked what I saw, and I'm interested in managing her."

Both Holly and Sandy felt a brief shot of adrenaline shoot through
them.  Holly grinned from ear to ear.

"Please bear in mind," continued Burns, "that I'm not offering Holly
a management contract...yet.  I'm interested in Holly, but there are
a number of hurdles to overcome."

"Such as what, Mr. Burns?"  asked Sandy.  Instinctively she became a
little apprehensive.

"First, I think I should explain how the ice skating business really
works: It's not at all as the public seems to think.  The reason that
Holly scored so poorly yesterday was because the judges were not
prepped for her.  They were told who the top few candidates would be
and, if they want to maintain their status as judges, those are the
candidates they favor with their scores."

Holly glanced at her mother not quite understanding.

"You mean it was fixed?"  asked Sandy.  Chase smiled in response and
Sandy thought, "He's got everything.  Looks, wealth, power..."

"Not quite," responded Chase.  "You see...skating is not really the
open competition the audience believes it to be.  There is, of
course, genuine competition between the top few skaters, but unless a
skater is presented to the judges beforehand, she...or he...doesn't
really stand a chance.  And, to be among those top few skaters, you
have to have a top coach and a top management firm behind you.  Just
between us, Holly was easily the best skater in the competition.  I
believe Holly has a lot of potential, but she's going to need a top
coach, a top choreographer, a musical director, and a strong
management team behind her.  She's going to need skating dresses that
will capture the imagination.  Skates that can help her do the things
she'd like to do and will be reliable under all circumstances.  She's
going to have to learn how to behave on and off the ice.  She will
have to be coached in her mannerisms to the spectators and to her
adoring fans as well as her ability on skates.  Remember, an ice
skater is a performer...and a top ice skater is a top performer...on
and off the ice.  This requires a lot of training and takes a
significant investment of time and money.  There's a lot more than
meets the eye in the making of a star."

Holly and Sandy held their breath.

"And, of course, Holly will have to be surrounded by the kind of
publicity which will make her name a byword among skaters and judges.
Before we can accept the responsibility of becoming a skater's
manager, we have to be very certain of what we're doing.  It's a
major investment for us and we can't have any doubts about someone.
We won't really make any return on our investment until Holly turns
professional...in four or five years.  Of course, in the interim,
there will be endorsements, television commercials and other things
to keep your bank account healthy...and to repay our outlay of funds.
But that's why we have to choose the few we select very carefully.
We can't take a chance that some little girl...or her mother...will
allow us to invest our time and money and then, when the skater
becomes a star, choose to go with some other management company or
disaffirm our contract because it was entered into when she was a
minor.  We can't afford to have someone get a taste of fame and money
and decide that they don't need us any more."

"We'd never do that," blurted Sandy.

Burns ignored her and continued.  "Nor can we take the chance that
our candidate here...or her mother...will not do absolutely
everything we tell them to do...without hesitation and without
question.  We know what it takes to make a champion and a star out of
an unknown.  We can't afford to have someone disobeying our
orders...or saying things to people which may destroy the illusion
we'll build around Holly.  When you're in the public eye, the way you
really are is far less important than the way the public believes you
are.  So you see, when we tell you to say something or do something,
you've got to say it or do it right away...without question and
without hesitation.  It's not important whether or not you understand
'why' we tell you to do it...You've got to have the faith and belief
that whatever we tell you to do is important and will help to make
you a champion.  And when I say do everything I tell you to do, I
mean precisely that."

"There are sponsors and judges that have to be entertained by your
presence.  I can provide you with the very best in training...in fact
Guy Lauder was with me at the competition yesterday, and he's told me
he would be willing to coach Holly...of course, that is if Holly is
under contract to us.  Actually, we figure that we will have invested
between three and five hundred thousand dollars in you in the first
year alone.  It's our job to make you one of the top candidates for
the Olympics in less than three years...but whether or not you win
the gold will be strictly up to you and your skating skills.  We've
got to have you trained, tutored...we have to have you winning
Regional contests, State contests, National titles...You will have to
leave school and go onto a 'home study' program.  You must place
yourself solely at our disposal...day and night.  And, if you do
absolutely everything I tell you to do, there is a good chance we can
mold you into a champion.  Now, Holly...Sandy...do you both
understand this completely?"

Holly and Sandy nodded mutely.

"And you are both willing to do whatever I tell you to do?"

Again the girls nodded their heads mutely.

"Remember, if you're not willing to do what I tell you to do without
question, tell me now and you can walk out of this office none the
worse for the wear.  You can leave at any time, and there will be no
hard feelings...but I caution you that if you leave you will not be
invited back.  There are literally thousands of potentially great
skaters out there...and I've chosen you.  Do you understand me
clearly?"

Both Holly and Sandy nodded again.

"O.K....Let's start.  Holly, get undressed!"

Holly's eyes became as wide as saucers.  "What?"

"I said get undressed."

Sandy suddenly jolted to life.  "Wait a minute...wait a minute.  Why
do you want Holly to undress?"

"Mrs.  Martin...I cannot afford to have my orders questioned.  Either
do as I direct, or go home."

"But you're asking my daughter to get undressed.  What are you?"
gasped Sandy, "Some sort of pervert?"

Chase smiled.  "I'm the worst kind of pervert.  I teach little girls
how to become international celebrities...how to achieve a level of
celebrity that nine hundred ninety nine girls out of a thousand would
sell their very souls for.  Yes, there are times when I may act like
a dirty old man...but there are millions of dirty old men out there.
And very few can make the difference between you earning ten dollars
an hour plus tips for the rest of your life and a million dollars for
a single appearance.  Of course, you know our track record.  We have
never taken on a skater who has done less than a silver medal in the
nationals or earned less than a few million.  So please make up your
mind that you're going to do whatever I tell you to do without
question and you'll have the opportunity for a life beyond your
wildest dreams...or...go home...and I promise I will not hold
anything against you."  Chase stared directly at Holly.

Sandy stood up.  "Come on, honey, let's go."

Holly turned her head towards her mother.  "Wait a minute."

Sandy turned to look at her daughter, an expression of genuine shock
on her face.  "What?"

"Mom...I might even become national champion."

"Holly..."  gasped Sandy, "...you don't know what you're saying..."

"Mom...This is my whole life.  I might even compete in the
Olympics..."

"Holly!"

"Just tell me something, Mr. Burns..."  began Holly, "What about all
of these other stars you represent...Did you make them undress for
you, too?"

Chase smiled.  "Every one of them.  And, I might add, they all became
champions in every way, admired by the entire world."

"Holly..."  cried Sandy, "Let's get out of here now."

"Wait a minute mom.  All he wants me to do is undress."

"Don't you realize he just wants you for sex?  You're too young to
even know what sex is!"

"You're wrong, mom...I know."

"You don't know anything.  You're only twelve."

Chase sat on the edge of his desk and smiled.  He was enjoying this.
"Sandy..."  began Chase, "How old were you when you learned about
sex?"

Sandy stopped in her tracks and stared at Chase.

Chase picked up a manila folder from his desk and glanced at its
contents.  "Let's see...you were seventeen and two months when you
had Holly.  That means you were having sex when you were sixteen,
right?  Or is my math incorrect?  And then, of course there was that
incident at Lincoln Jr.  High School when the janitor caught you
giving oral sex to a boy named Robert Klein in the boy's bathroom.
Let's see...you were thirteen then...is that right?"

Sandy looked like she had been stabbed with a knife.  "Where did you
get that information?"  she asked.

"A successful businessman always does his homework thoroughly.  And
tell me, Sandy, what was your first introduction to sex?  The back
seat of some old car?  And what did it get you...besides being
pregnant when you were sixteen?"

Sandy staggered back to her chair and sat down.

"As a matter of fact, Sandy, Holly is about the same age as you were
when you started to experiment with sex, isn't that true?  The only
real difference is that instead of playing dirty games in the bushes
or the back seat of a car...pretending that you're in love but
knowing that it's all a game...worrying about getting pregnant...Yes,
Sandy...part of the price you'll have to pay is sexual, but in
exchange for it I'm offering you and your daughter a chance you will
probably never have again.  and if you think about it, a little
sexual activity is nothing to become upset about.  If Holly hasn't
already become sexually active, she will soon...with or without my
company behind her.  And she has a great deal to gain if she chooses
to be with me."

"Holly's never had sex with anyone...I know she hasn't," said Sandy.
Sandy looked at her daughter for acknowledgement, but Holly turned
her head away.  "Have you Holly?"

Silence.

"Have you Holly?"  repeated Sandy.

"Mom...I'm still a virgin...but I've played around with some boys.
They've seen me naked, so what difference does it make now if someone
else sees me?"

Sandy could not keep the tears back.  "But you're only twelve..."

"I'll be thirteen in a few months."  Mother and daughter just looked
at each other.  There were a lot of words in the air, but none were
said.

"Ah, yes," mused Chase.  "The loss of innocence which wasn't there in
the first place.  It's always a little shocking to discover the
truth, isn't it?  But don't let it bother you.  Innocence is only
something parents imagine in their children...it's never really
there.  Sooner or later, every pretty girl is going to become a sex
object to some men.  The big difference is whether it happens in the
bed of an old pickup truck or with someone who can make every single
aspect of your life into a dream come true.  One way or another, it's
going to happen.  You're fortunate that you have a choice.  Most
girls don't have any choice in the matter."

Holly looked at her mother.  "Mom?"

Sandy looked beaten.  "I know you're growing up...but I always wanted
to protect you from the way I grew up.  I don't want you to do
this...but I know that it could mean a lot to you...Go ahead...do
whatever you want."

"That's not enough, Mrs. Martin...Sandy.  I need your full
cooperation as long as Holly is under the age of eighteen.  I want
you there every step of the way.  I want you to tell her,
enthusiastically, that you think this is an opportunity of a lifetime
and that you both should follow my direction without question.
Reassure her that you'll support her in all aspects of her training,
including her sexual training.  I'm sure you know what it's like to
learn about sex in the back seat of a Chevrolet."

"It was a Honda," muttered Sandy.

"It's your decision to make."

Sandy moved her jaw as if to speak, but no sound was forthcoming.  "I
can't," she whispered.

"Then leave...both of you!"

"Mom!"  piped Holly putting her hands on her mother's shoulders.
"Tell him whatever he wants to hear!"

Again Sandy moved her mouth as if to speak, but no sound came forth.

"Mom...tell...him...what...he...wants...to...hear!"

Still no sound from Sandy.

"Mom...I'm going to do whatever he wants anyhow...Skating is my whole
life!  I have a chance to become a champion.  If it takes learning
about sex, that's fine with me...I don't mind."

Sandy shut her eyes slowly, then looked up at her daughter.  "Go
ahead, Holly.  Do whatever Mr. Burns tells you to do."

"Thank you, Sandy," said Chase, "but I want more enthusiasm.  This is
a great opportunity for both you and your daughter.  If I were you,
I'd show some love and joy for Holly...You've got the chance to make
her life the life you never had.  Remember Sandy...Holly's future is
in your hands...right now."

"Please mom."

Sandy straightened herself up in her seat.  "Alright...alright.
Holly...do what Mr. Burns tells you to do.  Everything.  It will be
fine with me.  I will do my part and support you."

Holly hugged her mother's neck and kissed her.  Then she turned to
Chase.  Slowly and deliberately she unbuttoned her blouse.  With each
button, her anticipation grew stronger.  It was as if, in her
twelve-year-old way, she was trying to put on a show for Chase.
Weakly imitating some actress she had seen in a movie, she slowly
removed her blouse and let it drop to the floor.  Then directly
facing Chase, she slowly unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt letting it
drop to the floor.  She stepped out of it.  She was now wearing only
a cotton undershirt and a pair of white, floral print, panties.  As
she glanced up into Chase's eyes, she could sense the lust burning
there...and she became less certain of her own moves.  "Everything,
Mr. Burns?"

"Everything, Holly.  And please call me Chase."

Holly kicked off her moccasins and pulled her undershirt over her
head.  Her breasts had just begun to form and her nipples appeared
much too large for the slight swelling behind them.  Then she turned
away from Chase so she didn't have to look at him as she slipped her
thumbs under the elastic and quickly divested herself of her panties.

"Turn around and face me," ordered Chase.  As Holly slowly turned to
face Chase, her arms instinctively went across her breasts to hide
them.  But as she wilted under Chase's piercing eyes, she dropped her
arms to her sides.  Chase scrutinized her carefully.  There was
already a modest growth of dark hair growing around her labia and her
hips were just beginning to round.  Holly stood there, not saying a
word.  Chase drank every inch of her in with his eyes.  He made no
attempt to disguise his lust or pleasure at what he saw.

"Very good, Holly.  Now Holly, I want you to come over here and kneel
in front of me, unzip my fly and start sucking my cock."

Holly turned to her mother, who sat watching transfixed as though in
a trance.  Holly then turned back to Chase.  "I don't know how," She
whimpered.

"No problem," smiled Chase.  "Sandy...come over here and teach your
daughter how to suck my cock."  Sandy sat motionless.  "Now!"
snapped Chase.

Her whole body trembling, Sandy stood up and walked over to Chase as
if hypnotized.  She fell to her knees and unzipped his fly as Holly
also came closer.  Sandy pulled Chase's semi-hard cock from his pants
and started to lick it.  As it began to grow and get hard, Sandy
placed it in her mouth and started to caress the shaft with her hand.
There was no question of it, a part of Sandy was becoming aroused as
she demonstrated oral sex to her preteen daughter.  Suddenly Chase
pushed Sandy's head away.  "Alright, Holly, now you!"

Holly looked at her mother and smiled reassuringly.  Then, silently,
Holly moved in front of Chase.  She hadn't realized how big his cock
had become and she wondered if she could get the whole thing in her
mouth.  Slowly she took his shaft in her hand and placed the head on
her lips and started to lick.  The taste wasn't nearly as bad as she
expected and she allowed a little of the head to enter her mouth.
Following her mother's lead, she began to move her head back and
forth as her tongue swirled around the head and Holly gradually took
more and more of the shaft into her mouth.  A slight moan escaped
Chase's lips and Holly looked up at Chase's face.  His eyes were
closed and he was obviously, lost in the pleasure of what was
happening.

It suddenly occurred to Holly that the pleasure Chase was
experiencing was being caused by her.  An unexpected rush of total
femininity filled Holly and she began to enjoy what she was doing in
earnest.  She noticed that if her tongue swirled over certain areas
of Chase's cock, it brought a moan of pleasure from him.  As Holly
played with his shaft in her mouth, she began to gain a feeling of
power from controlling the situation.

"That's it, sweetheart.  You're doing fine," her mother told her.

Suddenly Holly noticed that his cock was getting even harder.
Chase's hands grabbed the back of her head and he began to fuck
Holly's face.  Holly had to fight a gagging sensation.  "I'm cumming,
Holly," he whispered.

"Ok, Holly,", Sandy spoke with a degree of urgency in her voice,
"hold him inside your mouth and swallow.  Pump his shaft with your
hand to milk his sperm into your mouth.  Swallowing his juice won't
hurt you."

Holly felt the cock in her mouth become completely rigid and then
start to spasm.  She began to swallow as Chase filled her mouth with
his hot sperm.  At first it seemed like the spasms would never end,
but as they slowed to a dribble and Chase's cock began to soften,
Holly instinctively kept sucking until nothing more came into her
mouth.

Chase pulled back out of Holly's mouth and smiled broadly.  "That was
very good, Holly.  But, Sandy, you've got too many clothes on.  I
want you both naked."

Sandy looked at her daughter questioningly.  "Go ahead, mom, do as he
says."

Sandy looked at Chase thoughtfully.  She had just finished teaching
her twelve year old daughter how to suck cock...something she could
never have believed herself capable of doing.  Sandy was surprised by
how wet her own crotch had become.  And the inkling of recognition
that she, too, was getting-off on what was going on entered her mind.
In the fraction of a second it takes to recognize something right in
front of you, Sandy realized the truth that she wanted Chase to fuck
her.

Sandy reached behind herself and unzipped the back of her dress.
With a shrug it fell to the floor.  Slowly and deliberately she
unhooked the front of her orchid-colored satin bra and removed it
showing two perfectly shaped 36-C breasts.  With her thumbs placed
under the elastic, she peeled off her matching bikini panties, then
stood naked in front of Chase.

Chase looked at her admiringly.  "You are really a beautiful woman,"
he said.  "By the time I finish training the two of you, Holly's
going to be an Olympic champion."  Chase stood up and started
removing his own clothes.  Both mother and daughter noticed that his
member was again semi-hard.

Chase finished undressing then leaned over and wiped two of his
fingers across Holly's engorged slit now heavy with her juices.  He
looked at the moisture on his fingers and rubbed his thumb and
forefinger together feeling the slickness between them.

Holly closed her eyes and started breathing heavily.

Chase lifted Holly onto one of the leather chairs and spread her legs
wide.  He then bent down and began licking Holly's pussy.

As his tongue lapped at the opening to Holly's vagina, Holly began to
experience new, pleasant sensations emanating from within her
vagina...and the pleasant feelings began to build as Chase's tongue
continued to massage Holly's clit.  The new feelings were now
encompassing her whole body and, again, Holly felt the strange rush
of femininity mixed with new, beautiful sensations.  Holly began
thrusting her hips upwards to meet Chase's lapping tongue.  There was
a burning excitement building up inside her and she didn't really
fully understand the tension emanating within her.  She wasn't even
aware that she was moaning and panting loudly as her body shuddered
with its first orgasm.

Chase lifted his mouth from Holly's dripping vagina and leaned up.
He put is arms under her knees and pulled her body to him.

Chase's cock had become hard for the second time.  He gently massaged
her clit as he pressed his stiff cock against her very wet labial
opening, then he applied gentle pressure.  Chase watched as the
bulbous head of his cock slowly separated the lips and Holly's young
labia stretched to accommodate him.

"You're hurting me," said Holly.

"Sorry, honey.  It usually hurts the first time.  But then it will
never hurt again," said Chase softly.

Sandy's breathing became deep and her mind disoriented as she watched
the bulbous head of Chase's cock entering her daughter's vagina.

Chase looked down and watched as the head of his cock seemed to force
the labia to open even wider.  Then, with one hard thrust he plunged
his cock into Holly's cunt.  Holly let out a gasp of pain, and
screamed, "Stop...it hurts!"

"It's O.K., baby.  It's gonna be O.K.  Just relax...It'll be over
soon," Sandy soothed.

Chase continued thrusting slowly without regard to Holly's tears and
he watched Holly's face with satisfaction as her expression of pain
was replaced with a look of concentration.

Chase was very surprised when he felt Sandy's warm, moist tongue on
his balls as he fucked Holly.  Chase withdrew from Holly and turned
to face Sandy.

Sandy immediately took Chase's cock into her mouth, deep-throated it
and then backed off.  She looked up at Chase pleadingly.  "Please
fuck me,", she whispered, "I need to get off."

Chase lifted Sandy, like a toy and pushed her back to the wall,
letting Sandy slide down and engulf his cock in her womb.  He lifted
her up and down with one arm under each leg.  In less than a minute,
Sandy started to scream as she exploded into a monumental orgasm.
The contractions of Sandy's shuddering cunt as she exploded brought
Chase to his own climax as Holly watched in awe.

All three sat on the carpet and marble floor, completely spent.

"This was far better than I had hoped," muttered Chase.

"It was ok up to the fucking," piped Holly.  "I sure hope you're
right about the next time."

"I'm sure it will feel much better next time," Chase reassured her.

"I always thought my first time would be with a boy my own age...but
I guess there's no turning back now."

"Would you want to turn back if you had the chance?"  asked Chase.

Holly looked at Chase...then turned to her mother...then back to
Chase.  "No," she said softly.

Chase sat up.  "I liked it, too...and we'll do it many times...with
lots of different people...people who can help you in your skating
career.  And between you and your mother I can tell you for sure that
you're going to have one helluva future."

Chase sat down next to Sandy and pulled Holly onto his lap.  "Let me
tell you the rules," he began, "Unlike most sports, in skating you
don't score goals or cross a finish line first.  How well you do on
ice is based on the opinions of the judges.  What we're going to
start doing is shaping their opinions before the competition starts.
I have some influence because I've managed three Olympic Champions
and four National title holders."

"The judges are usually people knowledgeable about skating, but they,
too, are beholden to people who sponsor their athletes.  Holly, you
and your mother are going to meet them all...and you're going to get
them all beholden to you...even if it means doing with some of them
what we just did together.  Some will prefer to be alone with your
mother, but a surprising number will want you."

"You mean all these people will want to fuck me?"  asked Holly.

"Not all," continued Chase, "Probably very few.  But there will be
some who like very young girls...which reminds me...When you go home
tonight, I want you to shave your pussy.  Some don't want to see any
hair."  Holly nodded.  "And once you have been intimate with them,
you will tell them how much you enjoyed it... it will be my job, not
yours, to casually remind them that they could go to jail for knowing
you so intimately."

"What about you?"  chimed Sandy, "You could go to jail, too."

"Of course...but I don't think that's likely, do you?  I may have
forgotten to mention that I have three video cameras on in this
office at all times.  The District Attorney might have an interesting
opinion of a mother who teaches her twelve year old daughter how to
suck cock.  But I don't want to end a beautiful day on a sour note.
It would be the height of foolishness for us to start threatening
each other.  There is a tremendous amount of work that's going to
start tomorrow morning, and I want you to devote one hundred percent
of your life to doing the things necessary.  The Olympics is little
more than two years away, and that doesn't give any of us much time.
Get your clothes on, and when you leave I'll turn you over to Miss
Ellis who will prepare a schedule for you starting tomorrow morning.
I've already told my legal department to start preparing a contract
for you."

"You were pretty confident we'd do what you wanted," said Sandy.

"Winners are always confident," smiled Chase.

Chase stood up and started to gather his clothing.  Sandy and Holly
did likewise.

"Now go home and shave that pussy.  Guy Lauder already has you on his
schedule to start work with you at 8:00 tomorrow morning.  He will be
your new coach and will be paid by my company."

"Will he be fucking me, too?"  asked Holly.

"No," Chase smiled, "He much prefers the company of young boys.  But
he's the best coach in the country and he'll discuss your training
schedule with you when you see him tomorrow.  Today was a day for
pleasure...but starting tomorrow, you're going to begin working
harder than you've ever worked.  And, oh, before I forget, I'm going
to have a combination press conference and party to announce you to
the public in about ten days.  I'll want the both of you looking 
your best.  Miss Ellis will take you both shopping and to the beauty
parlor next Friday.  And I must say that I have rarely seen a
mother-daughter combination where both are so ravishingly beautiful."

Chase and the girls finished dressing.

"And, by the way...just in case you're wondering whether you made the
right decision... you did!  I'm going to make Holly into the biggest
skating star the world has seen in years.  The fun is just beginning."

                                  ***

Holly snapped out of her daze in the dressing room as Sandy came in.
"Holly, your performance tonight was great...and Baby, I've got
wonderful news..."  she said.

Holly and Guy Lauder looked up at Sandy.

"Chase just told me we've got two weeks to get ready for the
Nationals in Seattle."

"The Nationals?"  squeaked Holly with delighted surprise.

"Chase said that the chairman of the Nationals Committee was here
tonight and told Chase that you were being added as a last minute
addition."

"Two weeks?"  squealed Guy.  "We've only got two weeks to prepare you
for the Nationals?  Come on Holly...go home and pack your bags.
We're leaving for Seattle in the morning."

                            END OF PART I
