Message-ID: <44797asstr$1066313408@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031016044255.27042.qmail@web20508.mail.yahoo.com> From: Lazlo Zalezac X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 15 Oct 2003 21:42:55 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} John Carter II 18 (mf mmf ffm ff mm sci-fi) Date: Thu, 16 Oct 2003 10:10:08 -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 __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Shopping - with improved product search http://shopping.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "Mesa18.txt" begin> DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. If you are offended by sexually explicit material or are under the age of 18, stop reading now. This material cannot be reproduced for commercial purposes without the consent of the author. John Carter By Lazlo Zalezak Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezak, 2003 Part 2: Mantle Of Aries Chapter 18 John stared at the black three-inch binder as if it were some sort of poisonous snake. Nine months of work distilled down to four hundred pages of documents separated into twenty-two chapters. One chapter was the introduction which gave a high level view of the document. Twenty chapters laid out an action plan for the twenty largest cities in the country. The final chapter was the conclusion detailing the consequences of following the program laid out in the rest of the document. This binder was the executive summary intended for three people to read. There were twenty boxes of additional material to go along with the binder. The boxes were in storage at his house in a safe. Each box contained a set of sealed envelopes with orders addressed to specific agents. Inside an envelope were detailed instructions identifying where they were to go, when they were to be there, and what they were to do. On the cover of each envelope was the name of the agent for whom it was intended and a time at which it was to be opened. The essential element of his plan was secrecy. It was targeted at removing a number of leaks within the FBI and local police while avoiding judges known to be in the payroll of organized crime. Once the plan was put into effect, organized crime would have lost hundreds of millions of dollars. Hundreds of crack houses would be out of commission. Several dozen middle-level drug dealers would be removed from the streets. Three dozen fencing operations would be shutdown and the goods confiscated. Several credit card fraud farms would be eliminated. Four banks that provided money-laundering services would be raided and essential people arrested. The goal was to remove an entire tier of the organizations thereby forcing higher level leadership to get dirty. The exposure would make it easier to catch them committing a crime. John wrapped the binder in bubble wrap and set it inside a box. It was a snug fit. He sealed the box with packing tape and then wrapped the box in brown paper. He wrote a single name and address on the paper. His part in this whole effort was nearly done. He turned to Ed, "Bring him in, please." "Sure thing," replied Ed with a twinkle in his eye. He knew this was an important moment. He opened the door and leaned out. With a single gesture, he beckoned the man waiting in the hall into the office. The nondescript man entered the room without saying a word. Everything about this man was average. He was of average height and weight. His dull brown hair was styled in a simple hairstyle. He was middle aged with the slight paunch that was common among men his age. Even his speech had the standard Midwestern accent. Ed stated, "Do you know what you are to do?" "Yes." The courier was telling the truth. At a nod from Ed, John pushed the package across the desk. "This is to be delivered to Mike Holden at the FBI building in Washington DC by three tomorrow." "I'll be there." Ed nodded again. John stated, "You can go now. I'll have need of your services in five days." The man left the office carrying the package. Ed shut the door behind him. Turning to John he stated, "I'm glad that is gone. It will be good to avenge Sean's death." "I agree." John went to the computer, removed the disk drives from the computer, and put them into his brief case. He added, "I'll be glad to get these drives into the safe at home." Ed stated, "We have four days off. What do you want to do with them?" John smiled, "I want to pamper the women for most of it. We haven't been home in two days and I'd like to make it up to them." "Excellent idea." "If we go straight home, we can drop this off and come back to town to get some presents for them. We'll be home before they get off from work." "Let's go!" John, Ed, and Rover left the office. They stopped at the receptionist, "We're leaving now. We won't be back for four days." "Hold on. Ann wants to see you before you leave." The receptionist picked up the telephone and dialed Ann's extension. After a pause, she stated, "They're leaving." Ann came running out of her office. As she entered the reception area, she demanded, "Tell me what you are working on." John calmly looked at her. "No." Ann froze, "What do you mean, no?" Ed answered, "I think he meant he wasn't going to tell you what he's working on." Ann glared at Ed for his restatement of the obvious. Her question was intended for them to explain the answer. "I'm the head of this office. If you sent something out of this office, I should know about it." "Generally, that's true. However, in this case I can't tell you." Ann exploded, "Get out of here!" Ed smiled, "That's what we were intending to do." The three exited the office leaving behind them an infuriated Ann. She stormed off to call Mike Holden. John had walked the border on just this side of proper behavior, but he had leapt across that line over the past nine months. Ed was just as bad. One day he comes in and flashes Treasury Agent identification. She knew that he was a full time student at the university. John drove them directly home. They went straight to the safe and locked up the briefcase. Relieved at having the material safe from prying eyes, the two men went to the door to leave. They waited to see if Rover or Shadow would join them. Tiger was at the hospital guarding the women. Until the war with organized crime was over, no one went alone. One cat would go with each pair and another would stay in the house. Ed asked, "What's keeping the cat?" John thought about it and slapped his forehead. He answered, "Of course, Rover's gone out to hunt. He's been locked up in the office for a couple of days. Shadow won't leave until Rover returns. We've got an hour to kill." "We can get something to eat." John agreed, "Sounds good to me. How about grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup." "Campbell's?" "Of course." "Marguerite is not going to like that," remarked Ed with a laugh. The chef they had retained was professionally trained and hated cooking out of the can. She would mutter and complain the whole time. The pair walked into the kitchen. Marguerite was singing in time to the music on the radio. She was standing in front of the stove slowly stirring a concoction in a large pot. She was dancing in time with the music. John asked, "So what kind of foul potion are you trying to brew up now?" Ed laughed at the look on her face as she spun around and glared at John. She was embarrassed at having been caught dancing while she was cooking. She continued to glare at them as she asked, "So what kind of canned crap do you want today?" "Tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches." "I bet you want that horrible store bread with American Cheese Slices on it." Ed smiled as he answered, "Yes, and the more horrible the store bread the better." She sneered. "Why in the hell did you hire me if all you want to eat is crap? You can hire a Vegas whore to cook this junk." John stated, "True, but who would be able to cook dinner tonight?" "Huh?" Ed knew where John was going with this. He added, "Yes. We need one of those dinners that last for hours with all kinds of courses. The whole works. We'll even let you include a little wine, except for us men." John turned to Ed. "Do you think she's up to the challenge?" Ed laughed, "She might have forgotten how to cook after making all of that canned crap for us." Marguerite was hardly listening as she started to mentally assemble a full ten-course dinner for them. She went to the meat locker and started going through the meats. She had completely forgotten their request for lunch. John and Ed watched her at work, knowing that for one of the first times since she had arrived they had truly made her happy. John tapped her on the shoulder startling her. He said, "You forgot about our lunch." She cried out, "Oh, I'm so sorry." Ed joked, "Just for that, you and the staff have to serve us in the nude tonight." She blushed and ran to make their lunch. John laughed at her reaction. "She went off to make our crappy lunch without any complaints. Maybe you should threaten her with that more often." The men went to the table to wait for lunch. She was much more prompt than usual and set their plates in front of them without a complaint. She ran out of the room as soon as the men started eating. They enjoyed the meal tremendously. Shadow joined them at the front door. They left for Phoenix and discussed the purchases that they would make as they drove along. They initially thought they would go for elegant dress that would be fitting for the evening that they planned. However, as they were driving, they passed a medieval store. Both men looked at each other with a knowing smile and John turned the car around. They pulled up in the parking lot and got out. Entering the store was an experience. There were swords, suits of armor, tapestries, and costumes. Most of the stuff in the store had no real counterpart in medieval Europe, but it was nice and showy. The jewelry was large and gaudy, necklaces that were intricate weaves were intended to show off breasts barely covered by tight fitting dresses. John and Ed wandered about looking at the general layout of the store. Shadow found a corner where he could keep an eye on everything and yet remain unnoticed. There was a man and a woman in medieval garb behind the counter. They glanced over at John and Ed with the lack of interest that comes of too many months of bored interactions with window shoppers. John knew they probably had a small circle of customers that accounted for the majority of their business. John winked at Ed and marched up to the counter. "Greetings my young entrepreneurs. We are having a dinner tonight and wish to dress our guests and ourselves in medieval attire. The whole works including shoes, clothes, jewelry, and whatever else is appropriate. You have two men and two women to outfit, money is no object." Ed interrupted, "Nay, my good man. You have forgotten the servants. They too must be properly attired!" As the couple behind the counter stared at them in shock, John countered, "Ah, you forget. You had requested the servants to serve us naked for their transgression of lunch today!" "Alas, that was under the formal, but decadent theme we would have followed. We have changed the theme!" John nodded. "So be it. I have no idea of their sizes, though." The woman behind the counter suggested, "Call them and ask." John gestured to the telephone. She handed it to him and he dialed the number for the kitchen. After Marguerite answered, John handed the telephone back to the woman and stated, "Here's Marguerite. Get the data that you need from her. Only tell her that you are a uniform shop. I'd like to surprise her." The woman behind the counter smiled. She picked up the telephone and after an animated exchange agreed to hold until Marguerite got all of the information required. She covered the mouthpiece, "She doesn't sound too happy." John laughed, "That's okay. We're interrupting her cooking. She's passionate about that and we don't let her cook that often." Ed turned to the male clerk who was still staring at both of them. Ed turned to the clerk, "How about locking up so that we aren't interrupted. And don't mind Shadow, he won't bite." The male clerk got out from behind the counter and moved towards the weapons. He decided that this was a holdup and he was going to resist in a most medieval manner. Ed noticed the move and nudged John. John reached in his wallet and removed his platinum card. He set it on the counter. The clerk took one look at the card and moved to lock the door. John and Ed waited patiently for him to return. John stated, "Here's a picture of the women. We want things that will make them look outstanding." The clerk looked at the pictures for a moment and then smiled, "Let Chrissy handle outfitting you and the ladies. She has impeccable taste and will make you look like real lords and ladies. I'll handle the clothes for the servants once she gets the data. For now, let's get you outfitted with the necessary accompaniments for a lord." Ed stated, "Lead they way, my good man." They went over to the weapons. The majority of weapons were huge and threatening looking. The clerk walked right past those to a simple counter containing small knives. He stated, "That big stuff is just for show. A real lord would carry a small weapon like this for personal defense within his castle. Outside, he'd carry a simple sword, which was more a sign of rank than for actual use." He picked out two simple blades and presented them to John and Ed. John stated, Okay. Put them on the counter. We are in your hands." Chrissy came over with a list of clothes sizes. She handed it to the man and stated, "Here you go, Greg . Make them look sexy! The woman on the phone said the staff didn't want to look like hotel employees." Greg smiled as he had an interesting thought, "How about the chain mail clothes?" John looked at the chain mail bikini and shook his head. He stated, "I'm not quite sure the staff would go along with that look." Greg nodded, "Okay. I'll lay out several outfits for you." Chrissy requested their attention. She stated "Let me start with the men since you are so much easier. You will want to wear a shirt like those over there. You will wear breeches with hosen. Over that you will wear a doublet with a hat and a belt." Ed and John looked at each other. John said, "this sounds a little complicated. Can you round up some friends to help us dress tonight? We'll pay and treat them to a Mexican dinner." Crissy looked over at Greg who shrugged. "Sure we'll help out." John stated, "Good. We'll need someone for each person. So there are four of us and four that work for us, so we'll need eight people." Ed smiled, "How about men to dress the women and women to dress the men?" John frowned, "I'm not sure the staff would like that, but for the four of us -- why not! Greg, can you line up eight people?" Greg shrugged, "Sure, I'm pretty sure that I can do that." John smiled. "Okay, have everyone get here around 5:30 tonight. We'll send a van over for you." Chrissy nodded at Greg, "Count me in. This sounds like fun." Greg went to the telephone to make some calls. Chrissy selected an outfit for John and then one for Ed. Both men looked at their outfits and whistled. John looked at Chrissy, "Wow, this looks outstanding." Ed agreed, "This is great! I love it." Chrissy stated, "Do you want to try them on?" "Sure." "Why don't you strip down to your underwear and I'll help you dress?" John and Ed shed their clothes rather quickly. As John removed his, Chrissy stared at the scars as they were revealed. The only part of his body that wasn't scarred was his face and hands. In a way, he looked like a medieval man that had lead an active and rough lifestyle. She handed them items one at a time, telling them how to put them on. She had to help them tie the doublets. The last thing was a pair of high leather boots. They looked in the mirror amazed at the transformation. John slipped the knife into the belt and stepped back. Chrissy was about to suggest a medallion when her eyes fell upon the medallion around his neck. She reached out to touch it, but the hairs stood up on the back of her neck. She quickly pulled her hand back with a great sense of relief that she hadn't touched them. She looked at Ed and noticed the similar medallion around his neck. For some reason, trying to examine the medallions made her skin crawl. Ed looked at him and stated, "You are a fine looking medieval lord." "Thanks, Ed. So are you!" Chrissy studied the pictures of the two women for several minutes. She frowned, "They are going to need very different styles to look good." "Do what you must!" She went to the wall and pulled down several pieces of clothes. She assembled a velvet outfit in green that incorporated several layers of clothes. She put them together to show what the final outfit would look like. She suddenly remembered that they would need period shoes and got out a pair that went with the clothes. John frowned, "I just don't see it." Chrissy stepped back. She went to the wall and pulled down another outfit. "I'll be right back." She left the room. John went over to Greg and asked, "How's it going?" Greg pointed to an area on the floor where he had four separate female outfits and two separate male outfits laid out on the floor. "Well, I've come up with those options. The one on the right is a serving wench and next to it is the assistant serving wench. This is a simple woman's two-tone dress. The last one is a peasant outfit. The men's outfits are appropriate for a peasant and a swordsman. I wish we had something that was appropriate for a male servant, but the closest is the peasant outfit." John pointed to the serving wench and the two-tone dress. "We'll take one of each of those two outfits for each of the women. Both outfits for the men." Ed called out, "Add whatever accessories are appropriate." John turned around and saw Chrissy in the outfit. "Wow! That looks great. That would be perfect for Beth!" Ed took one look, "Oh yes. I agree completely. She'll love that outfit. I bet she'll wear that everywhere." John nodded, "Add a necklace, bracelets, rings, and headgear. I'll trust your judgement as to what would go well with that." Chrissy went to the jewelry counter and started putting on accessories. She put on a fancy metal headdress, body jewelry, and a hand flower. She picked out a waist chain and put that on. When she stepped back the effect was amazing. John looked at the jewelry case and pointed to various different styles of the same accessories. "Add those and let them take their pick." Chrissy frowned, "I'm afraid these tend to be a little expensive. You might want to select one." John shook his head, "Are they under a thousand each?" "Yes." "Then go for it. Now lets see the outfit for Kelly." Chrissy went to the wall and put together a completely different outfit. This was black velvet outfit. She laid it out and picked out another copy. She winked, "I'll be right back." John and Ed decided that they should probably get dressed in their regular clothes. Greg and Chrissy would want to get all of the information off the clothes and pack them up for them to take. They had changed by the time Chrissy came out of the back in the other outfit. John and Ed looked at her and nodded appreciatively. She was right, it was more appropriate for Kelly's appearance. John stated, "That's great. We'll take it." Greg was busy writing up the order. As he wrote down the items and the prices associated with them, he was getting increasingly more worried. He had already totaled up close to four thousand dollars worth of merchandise for the help and hadn't even started on the accessories that John had picked out. He feared these guys would see the total price and drop the whole thing. John looked at some of the table settings. He motioned Ed to come over. Ed looked at the table settings and nodded. They turned to the very worried Greg who had just finished adding the accessories to the bill. John stated, "Hey Greg, can you add forty of these plates, eight of these small plates, eight of these small glasses, eight of these large wine glasses, eight more of these water glasses, sixteen bowls, and full set of silverware? Oh, and add serving dishes that match." Greg went over to the stock and realized that he couldn't fill the order. He turned to John, "I can't do it. I just don't have enough of them." John asked, "Can you fill half the order?" "Just." "Okay. Do it then." Greg got the rest of the merchandise and added that to the bill. He hadn't even got to their costumes yet. He was in shock. This sale was more than he usually had in six months here at the store. Most of his sales were single items at Renaissance Fairs. He knew it was too good to be true. In a very depressed mood, he finished totaling up the sale. He sucked in his breath when he realized that it came to more than twenty-five thousand dollars. John asked Ed, "should we add some stuff for atmosphere?" "Like what?" "Oh, a couple of those tapestries." "Sure." John turned to Chrissy who had just changed back into her original clothes. John pointed to two different tapestries, "Add that tapestry and that tapestry." She nodded and removed them from the walls. She stated, "You do realize that this one is an original tapestry. It costs fifteen thousand dollars." "Add it." Greg looked positively green when she brought the tapestries over to him. He added them to the bill and frowned. He turned to Ed, "I'm afraid the total is $44,546." John smiled, "Okay. Put it on the card." Greg looked scared, "I'm sorry, but do you mind if I call the credit card company? I've never handled a sale this size before." Ed could tell Greg was worried. He reassured the man, "Yes, please call them. However, if you prefer we can do this on a debit card, certified check, or direct transfer into your account." Greg stuttered, "No, the credit card is fine." He called the credit card company. He was shocked when they laughed at the amount and called it paltry. They gave him an authorization number over the telephone and wished him a nice day. The sale was legitimate, which pleased him. It wasn't until he really looked at the name on the credit card that he realized who his customer was. He hung up the telephone in time to hear John tell Ed, "Wow, we got out of this cheap. I was going to pay that for one necklace if we went the formal route." Ed and John laughed at the thought of the fun they were going to have tonight. John turned to Greg and stated, "Let's get all of this stuff into the jeep." When John and Ed got to the door of the store, Shadow came out from under the table where he had been watching over them. Greg nearly dropped the bags that he was carrying when he saw the cat. Chrissy screamed in surprise. Shadow just looked at her as if she was a complete idiot and not worth his time. After loading the car and reminding them to be there at 5:30, John and Ed drove off to their home. Shadow's ride was uncomfortable with packages shoved in every spare space of the jeep. The men were in very good spirits. They arrived home before their wives. At home, they finished setting up the plans for the evening. Marguerite looked at the plates and glasses they had purchased. She laughed and went back into the kitchen. At least the meal she had planned would fit a medieval theme well enough. On reaching the oven where the roast beef was cooking, she had a horrible thought. They were going to expect her to dress up like some sort of medieval serving wench; she'd rather be naked. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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