Message-ID: <44034asstr$1061334605@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: idol111@ntlworld.com (Yotna El'toub) X-Original-Message-ID: Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 19 Aug 2003 14:10:42 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 19 Aug 2003 07:10:40 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Vampyre Nights 1/12 {Yotna El'toub} (Slow F/F F/f MC WS Tg) Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 19:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman {ASSM} Vampyre Nights 1/12 {Yotna El'toub} (Slow F/F F/f MC WS Tg) ******************************************************************** WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to do so. If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE HERE IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is 18+ please abide to your own local laws. Please note and understand the content codes for this story. The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my story. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental and unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are pure fantasy; the author is keen to state that in reality adult sexuality should remain only in the adult world. Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to the hands of minors. ____________________________________________________________________ Vampyre nights By Yotna El'toub Chapter One: The auction room Joyce relaxed into her seat in the crowded room. It was so good to get sometime to her self and leave the dig behind. The last couple of months had been a constant battle against time and the construction crews. The auctioneer appeared and the murmur in the saleroom fell to a polite whispering. Joyce shifted in her seat and was able to get a clear view past the substantial man in front of her, she hoped he would stay put for the next hour. On the whole Joyce enjoyed being what the polite would call "petite" and the direct "damn short" but it did present a few problems from time to time. The heavily bearded auctioneer began a deep practiced singsong chant "Item one, a highly desirable fine oak chest..." Joyce drifted; she had always had a fascination for sales, ever since her daddy had taken her to her first one aged four. Although he had passed on two years back she liked to keep up the tradition. Just like her father before her she seldom bought, but loved to watch the buying and buyers, she had no idea why. She remained in this blissful state for some minutes before the large man in front of her realigned his buttocks on the thinly padded seat to ease the numbness. Joyce tutted quietly and squirmed her slight form to regain her view. "Item fifteen, an exciting one this ladies and gentlemen!" The auctioneer fabricated, trying to generate some excitement for an item that had no pre-sale bids "Reputed to be from the beautiful, but dangerous home of Countess Bathory an ebony handled letter opener" "Who will start the bidding at $50 for this slice of macabre European history?" His greedy eyes scanned the room eagerly looking for a bid. "Come now, at $20, this implement surely sat in that wicked palm" Again the greedy stare. "Twenty dollars I am bid, any increase on twenty, going once, twice, sold to the little lady in the forth row" The bearded man grinned directly at Joyce "Number" he queried "I'm, sorry" Joyce replied in confusion "Your bidding number, for the opener" He eyed her in a slightly old-fashioned way. It suddenly came to her, she had raised her right hand without even realizing, embarrassed Joyce replied "Sorry, 378" Quickly the impatient man noted the number and moved on smoothly to the next item. Joyce waited patiently in line to collect her unintended purchase. Finally it was her turn "378, lot 15" the tall blonde teenaged boy called to his unseen colleague. A second later a "Jiffy" bag was passed to the uninterested lad "Twenty bucks, Ma'am" he uttered sliding the packet toward Joyce. In return she placed a crisp bill in his waiting hand "Enjoy your purchase" the boy attempted to smile, but failed. Joyce walked in sunshine back to her downtown apartment, her handbag weighted down by her unwanted purchase. Closing the door behind her she sighed and dropped the jiffy bag unopened on to the hall table. She walked to the kitchen to make an espresso; she obliviously needed something to kick her into the real world. Chapter Two: Serendipity Joyce sat upright in bed and gaped at the sunshine streaming in though the green curtains. She'd forgotten to set the alarm! Glancing at the clock only confirmed her suspicion, shit it was 10 O'clock! As the hot water streamed down her body she wondered how she had slept so long. After making her coffee she had walked to the bedroom to change for her customary Sunday night stroll in central park. After stripping she had rested on the bed for a second, just to clear her head - and awoken a full eighteen hours later! Mind you she did feel great this morning, the stinging sports showerhead had certainly worked its magic today. Wearing her white bathrobe she headed out of the steaming room and headed for the kitchen. Two strong coffees later she was ready to meet the world, and headed back to her bedroom to dress. On the way she noticed the pile of mail, wandered up the hallway and shuffled the pack of letters in her hands. All but one she placed in the "later" rack on the hall table, one unstamped, handwritten letter intrigued her in its thickness. She ran her nail ineffectively along the sealed edge, great! The sender's habit of sealing letters with scotch tape had just torn her remaining long nail. It was hard enough to get her hands to look like a woman's what with the archaeological work, now due to some fool her prize nail was split. Her hand reached for the jiffy bag and slid out her previous days purchase, she truly loved serendipity. In a flash the contents of the offending envelope sat in her hands. Joyce read the flowing script with some difficulty. "Contained within provenance for lot fifteen; due to a staff oversight this was not supplied with your purchase, sincere apologies, Franklin Howard. Serendipity wasn't that great after all; she dropped the now uninteresting wad of papers with the rest. Joyce went to put down the opener, but her hand wouldn't let go! In an instant the temperature of the hall seemed to plummet, her breath condensed before her eyes. Then just as quickly, everything was back to normal. The opener clattered to the table unnoticed as Joyce rubbed her goose-pimpled arms aggressively. Feeling as if someone had just walked across her grave she fled to the bedroom to dress. Slipping off her robe she caught sight of herself in the wardrobes mirror, her nipples stood ridgedly erect, larger than she ever remembered seeing them. A cold flush hit her again; quickly she pulled her sweatshirt over her head. Joyce made a mental note to get someone in to check the heating. Chapter Three: Monday blues Claudia watched the beat up Ford swing in through the chain-link gates and park up, straightening up she gently massaged the tired muscles of her lower back. She was glad to see her boss making a relaxed start to the week, driving her self as hard as she had been recently had to end sometime soon. Brushing the mud from her hands she walked over to the car. "Sorry no part-time positions going" she joked. "Something wrong with my heating, I'll need to get the plumbers in," Joyce replied smiling broadly "Any developments in my absence?" "Nothing major, oh Kirk was looking for you earlier!" Claudia winked "I think he's taken a shine to you" Joyce grimaced "He just wants our sorry asses out of way of his diggers I expect" Joyce made her way to the site office "Hey Claudia, put some coffee on, I'll need it by the time I get out" She rapped her knuckles on the green door, a small white sign hung at a jaunty angle "Dan Kirk - Site Manager" Without pausing Joyce strode confidently in. A blonde suntanned man wearing a loud check shirt and jeans looked up from the complex drawing on his desk "Hi Joy, good weekend? Does this late start mean you guys are nearly done?" "Its Joyce, yeah the weekend was fine, and no we need two more weeks to complete the far side - over by the brook" she replied, with the feeling she was about to here some bad news. "I'm sorry!" Dan sheepishly extended his hand "Arrived first post" She took the letter, read the first paragraph and a half and then sat heavily on the grubby chair "Wednesday, this Wednesday - its not possible". Dan eyed her closely trying to decide the best tack "Why not look on it as a holiday, you've put a lot in?" Joyce scoffed "Unlike you guys, I can't afford to just jet off, so mid-October in New York - how could I resist a holiday. Anyway you miss the point! After three months of digging we are close to the Nave, and you want me to stop and walk away!" "Calm down, you need to forget going any further, it'll take you the time you've got left just to tidy the site, we start seven am sharp on Wednesday come hell or high archaeologist! Dan snapped back, "You know I'm just doing my job" "So was Stalin!" She replied before throwing the door open and tearing out into the cold mud. Over an agonized half hour she poured out her venom to Claudia, who nodded, sympathized and worried with her. Finally Joyce admitted defeat and turning to her friend said "Let's start, we're finished here, like it or not!" Claudia asked gently "Can you cast your expert eye over one more find before we tell the others, and start to pack?" "Why not," she sighed, "What have you got?" They stood before the shallow trench, Claudia got down on her haunches "just there" she pointed. Joyce squinted she could just make out a curving edge in the yellow-brown mud. "I thought it was another Altar plate but it looks to thick" Joyce agreed, she clambered down into the hollow and crouched, using a cotton bud she carefully cleaned a small section, it was gold, a thick decorative gold frame. A few minutes careful work and the hand-sized fragment of mirror came free. Joyce talked as she ran a little water onto the dull surface and cleaned away the grime "Hungarian, or some where close, looks to be carved with symbols to ward off evil, mid 16th to 17th centaury" Claudia squatted hurriedly jotting notes "That has to be the oldest relic we've found here" she commented. "By far!" replied Joyce fascinated examining the dull mirrors pitted surface. Before her eyes the mirror regained its reflective silvering, suddenly its surface was filled by the image of her crouched colleagues groin. She could clearly see the fullness of the outer lips, the deep valley dividing them and the hint of darker hued patch right at the core. At the very edges of the shorts darkened puffy skin, lightly dusted with fine blonde hairs emerged. Joyce's heart beat slowly, just as the pulse in her temples; she seemed to be floating in a sea of what? Indecision, desire or fear of the unknown, her life seemed suspended by a thread. Thump, thump, thump, and time stood still, her heart slowed to no pace at all. From nowhere an arm closed around her shoulders, and shocked she jumped from back into the day from her dreaming state. Claudia's familiar voice sounded in her ear "Are you O.K.?" her friends voice was full of concern. Joyce recoiled from the close contact it felt too intimate, too strong. "I'm fine," laughed the academic uncertainly. "Well you look as if you've just seen a ghost. Look, Joyce take a break; I can organise the breakdown over the next couple of days, no sweat!" Joyce still looked shaken "Maybe you're right, this has taken more out of me than I thought" Without further comment she slipped the dull artifact into her pocket and headed a little dazed towards the sanctuary of her car. It was only after she had pulled away that Claudia realized the find was missing; Joyce must have taken it with her! Claudia decided not to disturb Joyce in her current state of mind; it could easily wait until Wednesday. It wasn't until then that the catalog finally closed for the site. Claudia would call around on Joyce's flat and retrieve the mirror before then "I'll give her some space," Claudia decided thoughtfully. Part one of twelve ____________________________________________________________________ Foot Notes ____________________________________________________________________ I hope you have enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. As always, feedback is appreciated, since it is my only payment for my work. Please address comments to yotna_eltoub@hotmail.com This story is copyrighted by the author and as such may not be published, posted or archived on any newsgroup, website, or server, other than ASSM and ASSTR, without the EXPRESS PERMISSION of the author. 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