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John Carter
By
Lazlo Zalezak
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezak, 2003


Part 2: Mantle Of Aries
Chapter 22

John stared at the cream colored envelope as if it were a serpent 
about to strike. He knew the gist of the contents; it was an 
invitation to spend the night with one of the staff. The only 
question remaining concerned the identity of the individual who 
had sent the invitation. Each staff member was allowed to issue an 
invitation once a month to one of the family members. Since the 
extended benefits program had gone into effect three month ago, 
he had not received an invitation. This was his first.

John opened the envelope, waiting would not lessen the 
significance of the contents. He pulled out the paper inside and 
stared at it. To his surprise, it was from quiet little Ling; the one 
staff member that seldom looked him in the eye. She was the last 
one from whom he had expected to get such an invitation. Of the 
whole staff, he knew her the least well. Her invitation was for 
tonight at seven and included dinner.

It was now the middle of the afternoon and he was alone in the 
house. Ed was at school working on his research. Beth and Kelly 
were at work in the hospital. He didn't have anyone to ask for 
advice on how to handle this evening. He walked around the 
house. Rover didn't follow him around, recognizing perhaps that it 
was more of a nervous pacing than preparation to go somewhere. 

He wandered around until he encountered Bob working on the 
plants in the atrium. He stopped and watched for a minute, "Hello, 
Bob."

"Oh, hello John."

"This atrium looks really great. You're doing a good job on it."

Bob stood up and faced John, "Thank you, sir."

John looked puzzled at the use of the word sir. He had never 
insisted on the use of formalities like that. He thought about the 
relationship that he understood existed between Bob and Ling. 
Perhaps he could help him make the evening nice for Ling. He 
frowned, "Can I ask you something?"

Bob nodded, "Sure, is there something that you would like me to 
do?"

"Nothing like that," replied John. He continued, "I just need some 
advice."

"You are asking me for advice?" Bob was rather surprised. 
Everyone went to John for advice. As far as he knew, John never 
sought out advice. He didn't know how John interacted with his 
family, but John stayed out of the staff's lives more than anyone 
else. He didn't know that John regularly sought out advice. 

"Yes."

"I'll try." Bob sounded doubtful.

John nodded, "Um, someone invited me to their room tonight. I, 
um, haven't done this before. What should I do to help make them 
comfortable?"

Bob knew that this was John's first time to be invited by a staff 
member. The entire staff had discussed who would be the first to 
invite John. They felt bad that no one had invited him for two 
months and decided that ignoring him for three months would hurt 
his feelings. For the most part, the staff was rather intimidated by 
John. It wasn't anything that he did. He was extremely considerate 
and always concerned about their needs. It was that none of them 
felt secure enough in their sexuality to give him something special. 
Ling eventually was selected because she was the least adamant 
about not inviting him. She actually seemed indifferent about it. He 
shrugged, "Just show up."

"Bob, you don't understand. I'm very concerned about hurting this 
person by accident. I don't want to do anything wrong." John 
looked at Bob.

Bob was rather taken aback. He hadn't thought that John could 
possibly be insecure about visiting the staff. He stated, "Ling likes 
Lilies."

"You know who invited me?" John wondered how Bob would feel 
about Ling inviting him for the evening.

Bob laughed as he stated, "Everyone knows that Ling invited you."

"Everyone?"

"Yes, everyone."

John felt there was something significant in that. He asked, "Even 
Ed, Beth, and Kelly?"

"Yes."

"Oh, I didn't realize that." He was really out of the loop on this 
invitation stuff. He wondered if the staff didn't feel comfortable 
around him.

Bob asked, "What are you worried about?"

"She seems so emotionally fragile to me. I'm afraid that I'll hurt 
her."

Bob frowned as he stated, "As far as I know, you've never hurt 
anyone. There's something else going on here. Tell me about it."

"I just feel like we are taking advantage of you guys. I worry that 
you are doing this out of fear for your jobs or as an obligation. I 
just want to make sure that everyone is doing for the right reason, 
that they want to do it." John wanted to kick himself. He wasn't 
putting this into words very well. 

Bob looked incredulous, "Out of fear? No, if you remember we 
asked for it."

John nodded, "I know. Never mind me, I'm just slow to accept 
this."

Bob licked his lips nervously. He was about to take the plunge, 
"we worry about how you view us. You are so perfect, considerate, 
and capable that we feel insignificant next to you."

John stepped back with his mouth open in shock. He realized that 
they were actually intimidated by him. He wondered how could 
they feel that way. He had never criticized them about how they 
did their jobs. He thought he had always accepted them as they 
were. They were all good people. He pursed his lips and blew a 
puff of air in a near whistle. He asked, "What have I done to create 
that impression?"

"It's more like what you don't do. You don't make mistakes. You 
never get angry. You never criticize. The rest of us make mistakes, 
get angry, and get critical of each other. We're human and you're 
not."

"I swear, I am human!"

Bob laughed as he challenged, "Well, you need to fuck up big time 
to convince us!"

John thanked Bob, "Thanks, I needed to hear what you had to say. 
I can appreciate how difficult it was for you to tell me this. Now I 
need to think about it."

Bob recognized that John was truly appreciative of his comments. 
He stated, "You're welcome."

John went to the swimming pool. He slowly stripped off his 
clothes and dove in. The cool water was a shock to his system, but 
he immediately began swimming. He swam laps working out his 
frustrations while trying to decide what to do to fix things. After a 
hundred laps he felt tired and stopped in the shallow end of the 
pool. He stood there a minute as water drained from his hair and 
beard. He pulled himself out of the pool.  

He looked at the clock on the wall and saw that he still had four 
hours before he was to show up at Ling's room. He wondered what 
he could do between now and then. He decided to go to a florist 
and get some Lilies, stop at a jewelry store and pick up something 
nice, and then get dressed up for the evening. On second thought, 
he decided that buying her jewelry would set a bad precedent.

At seven sharp, a very nervous John stood outside Ling's door. He 
carried a bouquet of Lilies. Ed, Beth, and Kelly had watched him 
leave his room with smiles on their faces. Bob, Bill, and 
Marguerite watched with a feeling of concern as John made his 
way there. They would have bet that he would be right on time, but 
no one would have taken the bet against it. He was exactly on time. 

He knocked on the door, holding his breath and halfway hoping 
that she wouldn't answer. He held the flowers behind his back, but 
the size of the bouquet made it a pointless exercise. She slowly 
opened the door and then gestured for him to enter. "Please come 
in."

John looked around for a second and then stepped through the 
door. Ling closed the door behind him. John turned to her, "Here, 
these flowers are for you."

She looked at the flowers. "They're Lilies."

John nodded, "Yes, Bob told me that you liked them."

"Oh," replied Ling as she accepted the flowers. She had hoped that 
he would try something different. She added, "let me put them in a 
vase. I'll be right back."

"Okay." John looked around the room. She had decorated the room 
with Victorian style furniture. There were actually lace dollies on 
the furniture. It did not fit with his image of her. He was expecting 
something a little more oriental, rather than British. She came back 
in the room, carrying a vase containing the flowers and set it upon 
a table. John stated, "You have impeccable taste. This room is 
beautiful. I can imagine you sitting in here in a Victorian style 
dress with your hair up in bun. Maybe drinking a cup of hot tea 
and sitting here very properly reading a novel."

Ling blushed, he had identified exactly how she spent her 
evenings. "How did you know that?"

"Pardon?"

"I asked you a simple question. How did you know that?"

John was surprised, "I just said that I could imagine you doing 
that."

Ling was embarrassed. It seemed to her that John could read her 
like a book. She stated, "Please take a seat."

"Thank you." John sat down on a chair. It looked nice, but was 
actually rather uncomfortable. His discomfort paled beside the 
discomfort that Ling displayed. He smiled at Ling and stated, 
"Relax, I'm not an ogre."

His comment only served to make Ling a little more 
uncomfortable. With a weak smile, she stated, "I'll try."

He suddenly laughed. "I feel like a teenage boy on his first date. 
My palms are sweaty and I have no idea what to say. I keep 
wondering what I'm supposed to do next."

His comment made Ling realize that he was just as uncomfortable 
as she was. She giggled and agreed with him, "Me too."

John got a sudden idea. He stood up and walked over to Ling. He 
bent down and gave her a gentle kiss. He straightened up, "Now 
that we've got the first kiss out of the way, we should be able to 
relax."

His action had Ling completely by surprise. She found herself 
responding to his kiss despite her nervousness. When he had 
stopped, she was just getting ready to respond. However, it did 
release a lot of the tension in the room. She laughed and said, "Oh, 
that's a novel approach to breaking the ice."

John smiled, "You're very pretty when you laugh. Your eyes 
sparkle."

A shiver went through Ling. She had waited a long time to hear 
him complement her. She shyly looked down. "Thank you. Do you 
like Sushi?"

John looked surprised. "I've never tried it."

Ling smiled and stated, "Well, I hope you like it. I've set it up so 
that we can make our own. It's kind of fun."

John smiled. "Sounds like fun. Have you made Sushi before?"

"Once or twice. A friend of mine had a party and people made 
their own rolls. It was one of the best parties that I ever attended."

John laughed as he thought of the party that he had thrown here 
one night. That was a blast. Maybe they should do things like that 
more often. He asked, "Do you think we should throw some parties 
here more often?"

"Definitely. I really enjoyed the last one. Did you know that the 
owner of the store added some gifts in the packages for the staff?"

John was surprised. "No, what did he add?"

"He added some body jewelry. It's very pretty."

John shook his head, "So that's where Marguerite got the stuff she 
was wearing. I had wondered about that. Not that I was 
complaining." 

"So you liked?"

"Well, I noticed and liked it a lot. She has a classic female body 
type that men find very desirable. It was hard not to say anything."

Ling burst out laughing. She remembered the number of times that 
Marguerite had come back furious that John and Ed so effectively 
ignored her outfit. "You have no idea how frustrated you and Ed 
made her. That day of the great raid, she came back to the kitchen 
and threw pans around in a fury. She kept saying, not even a twitch 
in your cocks."

"We were both so nervous that day that we couldn't have gotten an 
erection if our lives depended upon it."

Ling stated, "Lets go into the dining room and try to make some 
Sushi."

Twenty minutes later, John had fingers completely covered with 
sticky white rice. He held out his hands like monster claws and 
growled, "Watch out little lady, the rice monster has risen from the 
patty!"

Ling laughed. She couldn't believe how funny John could be. He 
made jokes almost the whole time they were fixing the Sushi. She 
retorted, "Does the rice monster think the little lady is going to 
run?"

"He's hoping she will. The chase is part of the fun!" John finally 
got one of the rolls correctly fashioned. He looked at it for a 
second and realized that it might be a very good camping food. 
One small fish could make several rolls and become a filling meal. 
He was going to have to check into it and find out some more. Rice 
was relatively easy to carry in a backpack. He stepped back, "A 
masterpiece."

Ling looked over at it, "Wow that looks great! Mine looks like a 
cigar."

He took the knife and cut his sushi roll into six pieces. It joined the 
lopsided pile on his plate. He looked at the plate and decided that 
was more than enough to eat. He looked at her Sushi, "If I were to 
light that up, it would give a new dimension to the term smoked 
fish."

Ling cracked up laughing. She looked at her plate and decided that 
it was full. She said, "alright. Let's taste this stuff and see if it is 
any good."

John smiled until he saw Ling pick up a pair of the chopsticks and 
pick up one of the pieces of Sushi. He picked up the chopsticks and 
struggled to pick up a piece of Sushi. He finally got the piece 
trapped in the sticks when the sticks crossed on him and shot the 
piece across the table. 

Ling noticed and giggled. In a way, watching him struggle through 
the meal had made him seem more human. She came around to his 
side of the table and showed him how to use the chopsticks. She 
stood behind him and helped position his hand. Her touch was 
gentle and very sensual. It took a little while, but John finally got 
the knack of using chopsticks. 

They ate the meal making small talk and occasionally feeding each 
other. John found that he enjoyed the Sushi tremendously. The 
entire dinner had been relaxing and lots of fun. He sat back and 
sipped the hot tea from the little cup. He sighed, "That was 
excellent."

Ling laughed, "As you can see, I struggled in the kitchen all day."

John gave a sly smile. "If you work that hard at everything, I'm 
going to be worn out."

Ling blushed. "You have no idea."

John looked at Ling, appreciating her as a woman rather than an 
employee. He complemented her by saying, "I like it when you 
wear your hair down like that."

Ling stood up and walked around the table. She took his hand. He 
took the hint and stood up. She led him into the bedroom where a 
four poster bed dominated the room. She let go of his hand and 
unbuttoned his shirt. He reached up to undress her, but she shook 
her head. Once his shirt was off, she knelt down and removed his 
shoes and socks. She then unbuckled his belt, struggling a little 
with it. John could feel the blood moving into his cock; swelling it 
but not making it rise.

She unzipped his pants and slowly pulled his pants down around 
his feet. He stepped out of them. He was left standing, wearing 
only his boxer shorts. She remained kneeling in front of him. She 
reached up and slowly pulled his shorts down. When his cock was 
freed from the boxers, she gasped at the size of it and realized that 
it wasn't even completely hard yet. She led him to the bed and he 
sat down.

Ling stood in front of him watching his cock. She started to undo 
her blouse, one button at a time. She started at the bottom of her 
blouse and worked her way up. When she unbuttoned the last 
button, it was clear that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. He 
expected her to remove the top, but she left it on. As she moved to 
undo the button to her skirt, the blouse moved giving him 
tantalizing glimpses of her breasts.  His cock swelled even more. 
She smiled as she watched the effect that her body was having 
upon him. 

She slowly unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her white 
thong panties contrasted with her dark oriental skin. His cock 
became rigid at the vision in front of him. She trembled with 
anticipation, unable to believe her eyes. Her cunt was getting very 
wet just looking at him. She lowered the thong to her thighs, 
bending down to do so. Her shirt swung open revealing very nice 
breasts. He hardly noticed when the thong hit the floor. She 
stepped out of them and moved to the bed. She looked down at his 
erection and said, "I can see that you like what you see."

"Like is not a strong enough word. It's difficult not to rip that shirt 
off your body." John replied as his eyes looked up and down her 
body. Her trimmed cunt was parted and a drop of moisture could 
be seen on her inner lips. He licked his lips at the thought of being 
between those legs and sucking the juices from her cunt directly. 

She dropped the shirt, letting it fall to the floor. He reached out and 
pulled her to the bed. In moments, they were laying side by side 
kissing passionately. John slowly worked his way down her body, 
giving special attention to her neck, breasts, and the soft tender 
skin on the inside of her arms. She had never realized that her arms 
were that sensitive, but his kisses brought waves of excitement 
crashing through her whole body. 

He reached her pubic area, appreciating the lack of hair. Her nether 
lips were parted and wet, anticipating the entry of his cock. He ran 
his tongue along the outer lips, appreciating the sensual aroma of 
the excited woman. She moaned at the sensations.  He ran his 
tongue along the length of her cunt and she screamed. He started 
pushing his tongue into her cunt. Her hips responded to his 
attention. Her juices flowed and he lapped them up. She started 
screaming, getting louder by the minute. When he started flicking 
her clit with his tongue, the scream turned into a high pitched 
shriek as she came. Her legs closed on his head, holding him in 
place. Her hands held his hair, pulling him into her cunt even 
harder.

When her grip on him relaxed, John went back to tonguing her 
cunt. He avoided touching her sensitive clit. After a few minutes of 
fucking her cunt with his tongue, her screams returned at a louder 
volume than before. He could hear it despite the fact that her legs 
covered his ears. She came again, her whole body vibrated beneath 
his tongue. Her cunt leaked so much juice that it ran down his chin.  

He paused in performing his administrations while she came down 
a little. He started licking her cunt again. Her hands grabbed his 
head and pulled it to her clit. He sucked it in, running his tongue 
around it. She screamed and her body went rigid with legs locked 
around his head. 

When she started coming down this time, her screams turned into a 
trance-like chant, "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

John moved up her body and slowly inserted his cock. He had just 
gotten his head into her nether passage, when she used her legs to 
pull him into him in one thrust. He started moving slowly, but she 
started trying to force him to move faster. In frustration, she 
screamed, "Faster! Harder! Fuck me!"

John sped up until he was hammering into her. Sweat ran down his 
forehead and dripped from his nose. He continued to hammer into 
her. She was screaming in a very loud voice, "Yes! Yes! Fuck me! 
Oh, God yes!"

She came a forth time. Her legs wrapped around his butt and 
locked in place. He was buried into her as deep as possible, unable 
to move. She screamed out her pleasure at the top of her voice. He 
still hadn't come. When her legs relaxed, he started thrusting again. 
He was very close to orgasm. He returned to the frantic pace of 
earlier. Ling cried out, "Oh yes, harder."

He slammed into her harder; rapidly approaching the point of no 
return. Her hips rose to meet him. Her legs wrapped around his 
body. Again, she started screaming. Her screams came in bursts. 
With a hard last thrust, he drove himself deep into her as he 
reached his orgasm. A loud groan escaped from him as he 
ejaculated into her. She screamed one last time as a final orgasm 
washed over her. He slowly moved off her and lay beside her.

He was drenched in sweat. He looked over at Ling. She was 
occasionally shaking as aftershocks raced through her system. He 
put his arm around her and held her closely. With time she began 
to recover and stared at him wide eyed. He pulled her closer and 
she snuggled into his arms. They stayed like that for about twenty 
minutes. Finally, Ling stated, "Thank you so much. That was 
amazing."

John smiled, "You were great."

She could feel cum dripping from her cunt. As much as she hated 
to move, she hated to lie there dripping like that even more. She sat 
up, "Let me wash for a second."

"Would you like company?"

Ling smiled, "Sure, let's shower together."

John followed Ling into the bathroom appreciating the view she 
provided as she walked. She turned on the shower and adjusted the 
temperature. She took his hand and stepped into the shower. He 
followed her into the shower. As the water cascaded over her body, 
he reached for the soap. He lathered her, running his hands over 
her whole body. She luxuriated in the feel of his soapy hands 
gliding across her skin. He took a great deal of pleasure in soaping 
her breasts. 

He took the shampoo and washed her long hair. She sighed in 
pleasure as his hands ran through her hair. The rinse was slow and 
sensual. She swore that he was going to come one more time 
before leaving. 

She took the soap and started to wash him. Working the soap into a 
thick lather, she started to wash his cock. Her soft hands caressed 
his cock and gently played with his balls. Her hands had the 
desired effect. She increased the strength in her grip and started 
working her hands along the length of his cock. Her motions 
became increasingly rapid. She timed her actions to the subtle 
motions of his hips; taking advantage of his natural rhythm to 
increase his excitement. She knelt in front of him, continuing her 
actions. He started groaning as his orgasm boiled in his balls. He 
was close, "Oh, I'm coming."

She moved closer to watch. The shower sprayed on her head.  His 
first spurt of semen shot forth from the end of his cock shot over 
her head. She continued pumping as spurt after spurt burst forth. 
Most of it landed on her face. The water running down her face 
cleaned the cum from her face as fast as it covered her. She was 
amazed at the power of his orgasm. 

After another quick rinse, they turned off the shower. Exiting, Ling 
realized that she was thirsty and hungry. She turned to John, 
"Would you like a milkshake?"

John laughed, "Sure, but if you start jumping up and down, I'm 
leaving."

It took her a minute to get the joke and then she burst out laughing. 
She asked, "Did I wear you out?"

"Yes, you did. Not that I'm complaining."

She led him into the kitchen and fixed a pair of chocolate 
milkshakes. They went into the living room and sat on the couch 
sipping their drinks through a straw. "This is good."

"Which, the shake or sitting here with me?" asked Ling coyly. 

"The shake is good. Sitting here with you is heavenly." John 
slowly caressed her breasts. He took another sip of the milkshake 
and pulled her closer to him so that his arm was around her. 

They sat like that, not saying anything for another half-hour. The 
milkshakes were soon finished and John looked at the clock 
realizing it was after midnight. He was amazed that he had spent so 
much time in bed with Ling. Ling saw where he was looking and 
sighed, "You should probably get dressed and go now. I have to 
get some sleep. I work for this ogre and he'll eat my bones if I'm 
late to work."

John laughed. "Right. He's a real mean one."

John stood and went into the bedroom where he quickly got 
dressed. He knew that he had been dismissed and he didn't want to 
complicate things by staying. Ling stood as he left the bedroom 
and joined him. He put his arms around her and kissed her gently. 
She kissed him back passionately. He was about to increase the 
level of passion when she stepped back. "A woman could get used 
to treatment like that very quickly. You had better go now."

John kissed her on the forehead and slipped out the door. As he 
walked to the stairs, he ran into Bob and Marguerite heading back 
to their rooms. He greeted them, "Hello. Having trouble sleeping?"

Bob laughed as he said, "I should have no problems falling asleep 
now that the screaming is over."

"Oh, sorry," answered John embarrassed that they had made so 
much noise they had kept the others awake.

Marguerite looked at him speculatively and then stated, "That's 
okay, so long as next time it's me making all that noise."

Bob laughed as John blushed. John took the easy way out by 
saying, "Well, good night you two."

He went down the stairs and headed to his room. Entering it, he got 
out his sleeping bag and lay down upon it. He fell asleep very 
easily that night.

He was wakened in the morning by a knock on the door. He 
glanced at the clock only to discover that he had overslept. He got 
up and opened the door. Beth was standing there smiling at him as 
she stated, "Breakfast time, stud."

"Huh?"

"Marguerite fixed your favorite breakfast. She made biscuits and 
sausage gravy, scrambled eggs, and coffee. She says that you need 
to regain your strength after that work out last night." Beth was 
laughing as she told him.

John shook his head as he asked, "Should I dress or does everyone 
want to inspect the goods?"

Beth laughed and ordered, "get dressed. We want you to spend 
your time eating and not showing off."

John invited her in while he dressed. As he slipped on his shirt, he 
asked, "So what is everyone saying?"

Beth smiled, "I don't know. I heard Ling got a lot of pleasure last 
night."

John frowned. "Who did you hear that from?"

"I heard it. Her screams and yells could be heard all over the 
house."

"Oh." John blushed and wondered how he was going to face the 
staff again.


