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Desc: Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - The ongoing story of Mike Stewart, defenceman at the University of Michigan and so much more. New readers should read the first two stories to know what is going on. This story starts at the beginning of the summer semester between Mike's freshman and sophomore years.
As I suspected, Coach Benson was waiting for me when I finished my workout early Monday morning before the start of my first classes of the summer semester.
"Hey Coach, I thought I might run into you soon," I said, shaking his hand.
"Hi Mike, I thought I would just drop by in case you wanted to talk," Fred responded. "Rolf told me that you come in every day when you're in town. Congratulations on being drafted by the Islanders. First pick in the second round isn't too shabby though I thought you should have been in the top five of the first round. I don't know what those general managers were thinking. I was very impressed on your combine testing and I thought they would be as well."
"Thanks Coach," I replied. "I suspected I would drop when I didn't commit to visiting them to do some on-ice workouts. I can't say that I'm real happy about where I went in the draft, but since every team passed on me I can't really get mad at just a few select teams."
"So, how did the initial meeting go with the Islanders?" Coach asked.
"Ok, but they put a full court press on for me to forego the rest of my college career and join them right away," I admitted. "They have some good points but also slanted the arguments in their favour as would any good debater. I'm going to head to New York this weekend and visit their facilities and check out the area. I'm sure they will pull out all the stops to entice me to join them."
"So how do you feel about going pro?" he asked as we walked out into the arena.
"Like everything in life, there are pros and cons to it," I answered. "I'm confident that I could play at that level physically, but I'm not sure if I have enough experience to make the right decisions even half the time. Everyone says that the speed is the biggest change from college versus the NHL and I know I have to work on that aspect of my game."
"You're fast enough on your skates, but I agree the biggest change is the need for quick decisions while keeping up with everyone who are at least as fast as you," he commented. "Every rookie has to develop that as quickly as he can or he'll get sent down to the minors to develop it. Where you might have a second to make a decision on where to pass the puck in college hockey, at the minor pro level it shrinks to half a second and the NHL level it has to be instantaneous in some cases."
"The only way to develop that skill is with experience, something that I lack at this point in my career," I told him. "I honestly don't want to spend a year with their farm team in Connecticut at the expense of my degree. I either play in the NHL or stay here. The problem is I can't come back here to play if I go there and get cut. It won't be an easy decision to make."
"It never is," Coach agreed. "I think we both know that you will eventually end up in the NHL unless you get hurt. It really comes down to what else you want to do with your life besides playing hockey. You're smart and have ambitions above and beyond playing a sport for a living. Sure the money and attention is great, but you have both of those with your modelling career. You're not an athlete that is a student; you're a student that is also an athlete."
"I've been doing nothing but thinking about that," I told him. "They made an interesting argument that I could pick up specific classes there that I will need to further my education without taking some of the filler courses that really aren't needed for my specific needs in computer and AI programming. I'm already compressing my degree from four to three years, and I think I'll take a look at what really is important to me in terms of my future requirements and streamline my studies even further. I've already taken one graduate course and I'm starting a new one this semester."
"It sounds like you might want to only spend one more year here if you do stay," Coach stated.
"A degree is nice but the knowledge is more important to me," I told him. "I'm not going to go out and get a fifty to eighty thousand dollar job programming for someone else. I'm going to play hockey and develop my own software ideas. So the decision is where spend the next year to get the knowledge and skills I need to further that plan. Money isn't an issue so I have to decide where the best place to be is. I'm going to talk to a couple professors to get their take on it as well as find out what schools are close by in New York."
He was quiet for a few moments.
"It sounds like you're doing a good job of thinking things through rationally," he eventually stated. "What I'm not sensing is the human side of the equation, the emotional side of it, if you will. Mike, you're one of the smartest and driven freshmen I've ever met, but you lack things in your life, like fun and friendship. I know you've had girlfriends and have dated supermodels and other beautiful women, but other than John, I don't think you have a good friend on the team or at school. I want you to think about that aspect when you make your decision. You need to set aside some time in your week to just live, whether it's college life or a NHL rookie's life."
Now it was I who had to think about what he said.
"You raise an interesting point," I admitted. "My schedule is pretty tight around here with work-outs, practice, classes and homework during the week and then travel and hockey on the weekend. I'm sure that playing in the NHL will be even more hectic. Add modelling to the mix and it's a wonder I'll ever get a free moment at either place. I guess I need to set aside some time for life wherever I end up."
"Good to hear it," Coach said. "Now, I have one more piece of information to pass along to further screw up your decision making process. I spoke to Ken Howard, the Detroit Red Wings general manager, last week and you came up. As you might know, Steve Yzerman is the Executive Director for the 2010 Canadian Olympic Hockey team and Ken will be helping him with that task. They, along with the coach Mike Babcock, want to invite you to the tryout camp in Calgary from August 24th to August 27th. I think you know you're a long shot to make the team, but you might be able to be a substitute if someone gets injured."
"Wow, I never suspected that they would even consider anyone not in the NHL," I said, very amazed. "I assume that you won't mind if I miss a week of practice at the start of the season."
"Of course not, I'm not worried about you; we have a ton on new guys to assimilate into our roster this year," Coach responded. "So, here is Steve's number as well as Ken's. Give either of them a call back and let them know if you're going to attend."
"How do you think this should affect my decision?" I asked.
"I don't know," Coach replied honestly. "I think you know you could play in the NHL this year and I guess others think so as well. It's really up to you to know if that's what you want to do or is it more important to get another year of specialized education under your belt first. Add in the question of free time and a bit of balance in your life and you're left with a decision that I'd not want to have to make."
"So you're not advocating one or the other?" I asked.
"Oh, I'm definitely advocating you staying here," Coach replied with a chuckle. "It's for purely selfish reasons of course. We'd be a much better team with you here. But I'm here today and any other time you need to talk, just to be a sounding board for your ideas and to answer any questions you might have. It's your life and your decision. You have to make it for the right reasons like who are you leaving behind if you go and what will you be missing out on if you stay? In the end neither choice is going to be a bad one but you'll have regrets either way."
"Thanks for your time coach, I appreciate everything you've said," I told him as we stood up. "I'll keep you in the loop as the summer continues."
"Thanks for listening, Mike," Coach replied. "Call me anytime if you want to talk. You should get pick up a schedule of free ice times for the summer and get back on the ice. Let me know what times you pick and I'll try and come around. We can get some guys together if you like as well."
"Sounds like a good plan," I told him. "I'll stop by and book some time and let you know. Thanks Coach."
You're welcome, Mike," he responded. "I'll talk to you later."
I stopped by the booking office and got a schedule. After quickly looking at it, I booked time every early morning and then another hour in the afternoon after my last class and before the summer league took to the ice after dinner.
I drove to the main campus and parked in a lot with my new parking sticker clearly shown. That was going to save me some time in the fall if I still was around.
I had the second half of both graphics and db programming in the morning and then the graduate game design course at one pm. The morning flew by with reviews of the first half's material in both courses plus the first new chapter. I worked on the assignments while eating a sandwich and then attended the graduate class.
There were eight other students, all older than me in attendance when the professor came in.
"Hello, I'm Doctor Henry Mitchell, I'll be the professor for this graduate class in game design level one," a tall, skinny man with glasses said. "For those new to one of my classes, I'll make it simple. There will be three projects making up thirty, thirty and forty percent of the marks. I don't care if you attend my lectures or not, but I would think that you will find the content useful in your projects. This is game design so the first two projects will be to design various portions of a game while the final project will be to design and program an entirely new game, using modern graphical techniques that I'm sure you've all played with in the various first person and third person games on the market today. What we won't be doing is reinventing the wheel. If there are already software functions to render a person on screen, you will be allowed to use them in your program. You will of course need to design your own characters and interfaces. This class will teach you how to develop your game layout, interfaces and all of the other behind the scenes architecture. The visual aspect of the game is just a small portion of what you have to consider. Ok, any questions before we begin?"
There were none and he started into the lecture. I was fascinated by everything he said as I was going to be using all of it to design my game and for various portions of my AI project down the road. He went through several chapters of the book, picking out topics here and there. I made a note to continue my own research in my spare time.
I drove back the arena and used my key to the locker rooms to get at my equipment and get dressed for the ice. I had to wait for the public skating to end but used the time to stretch and warm up. Rolf drove the Zamboni around the ice and then I helped him get the nets on the ice and attach a new metal overlay with a picture of Chris Osgood painted on it.
"I like the new one, Rolf," I said when we got it on.
"Thought we might go with Oz this year," he said. "Patrick got enough abuse last year."
"You're probably right," I replied with a chuckle. "I booked this time every Monday thru Thursday as well as early morning every day."
"Sounds good to me, I'll have it ready for you each day," he said before he shut the doors behind him.
I took it easy this time out so as not to pull anything. I did my regular skating and shooting routine but just not at full speed or full power. I was pretty rusty but didn't let it get to me. After a quick shower, I drove home and made a couple of phone calls.
"Hey Stacey, how are you?" I asked.
"Not bad, how are you Mike?" she inquired.
"Pretty good, had a full day of workouts and classes my first day back," I told her.
"So you're taking summer classes," she said, sounding disappointed.
"Might as well make use of the time," I said. "I got on the ice as well so that felt good."
"That's good to hear," she replied. "So, are you still coming here on the weekend?"
"Yep, that's why I'm calling," I told her. "I'm going to fly in Thursday evening and I was going to book a room at the Marriot near the Coliseum if that's ok."
"That's just what I was going to suggest," Stacey said, sounding cheerier. "Shall I pick you up at the airport?"
"No need for that, Stacey, I'll take a taxi," I replied. "Shall we meet for breakfast Friday morning at the hotel?"
"Sounds good and then we can tour the facilities," she said. "I'll start getting everything lined up and email you an agenda."
"Sounds good, Stacey," I replied. "I'll talk to you later in the week and we can hash out any details."
"Ok, I'll talk to you soon," she said before hanging up.
I called Ken Holland next.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Mr. Holland, it's Mike Stewart from the University of Michigan," I said.
"Mike, it's good to hear from you," he said. "I assume Fred Benson gave you our invite?"
"Yes Sir, it came as quite a shock," I told him. "I thought you and Mr. Yzerman and the others would be going strictly with NHL players like the last couple of Olympic teams."
"Oh, that was the prevailing opinion, but we thought we might check out a couple younger players as well, for various reasons," he answered. "It will provide good experience for the future teams and will also serve notice to the players who think they can rest on their laurels. I know you will give everything you have and push the more experienced players to work harder while showing that you belong."
"Well, I'm honoured to be selected and I would love to attend," I said. "I'm back on the ice and never gave up my daily workouts so I'll be in great shape in late August. I know I don't have a shot at making the team but I'm not going to make it an easy decision to make."
"I expect nothing less from you, Mike," he said. "And don't count yourself out so early in the process. You bring some intangibles to the ice that we all think could be of some benefit, or we wouldn't have bothered inviting you. Someone will be in touch soon with all the details."
"Thank you, Mr. Holland, I appreciate this more than you can imagine," I replied.
"You earned this, Mike," he replied. "Steve or I will talk to you soon."
We both hung up and I couldn't stop grinning. After a few minutes picturing myself in the Canada hockey jersey skating in on net for the winning goal against the Russians, I shook my head and went online and booked the flight to New York and then the hotel room for three nights.
Finally, after thinking it through, I called Elizabeth.
"Hey Mike, I was wondering when you were going to call," she said when she answered. "How was your trip?"
"Hi Elizabeth," I responded. "My trip was good; busy but I got a lot accomplished. How was your week off?"
"I got to go out to the proving grounds to drive the new Mustang Cobra Jet and had a blast," she said. "I even got to tinker a bit with the engine and it was so cool to work with experts."
"Good for you," I said. "Are you in Lansing?"
"Yes, and I had three classes today," she replied. "You?"
"Yep, in Ann Arbor and had three classes as well," I told her. "It was a bit tough to get back into the grind."
"Tell me about it," she agreed. "I'm taking a class in alternative fuels and I almost fell asleep when the professor went on and on about the chemistry of the fuels."
"We all need to take courses that aren't that useful," I conceded. "I had to take a creative writing class and a philosophy class last year."
"Yuck!" she said. "Not much use for either in computer science."
"It's supposed to make us well-rounded, I guess," I told her.
She laughed and replied, "Just your butt from sitting in the chairs too long in useless classes."
I chuckled for a bit.
"So listen, I think it's time we dialled in this thing we have going on," she said. "Talking on the phone is great and all, but it would be nice to see you again and find out a bit more about you. I don't even know your last name and you don't know mine."
"I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you," I said in a deep voice.
"Oh, I love the Barry White impression," she said with a laugh. "So what do you say? Care to kick it up a notch?"
I thought about it for a bit and said, "Elizabeth, we should probably meet at least one time so I can explain a few things. I'm not sure if you'll want to continue afterwards but I owe you at least that. Before you get worried, it's nothing to do with you; I just happen to get some news today that changes my schedule and I've had a couple people come into my life in the last week."
"So I have competition for your time and attention?" she asked.
"That's a good way to put it," I replied with a chuckle. "Listen, I have to go to New York Thursday night and I won't be back to Sunday night. Either we meet tomorrow or Wednesday evening or the following week."
"I'd die if I had to wait a week or more to hear what you had to say," she replied. "I don't even want to wait until tomorrow night. How about I drive over there now and we can have a quick bite to eat somewhere and spill all our secrets?"
"I guess that's ok," I agreed. "I could drive to Lansing if you like."
"A U of M man in Lansing is not taken lightly while a MSU woman is welcome anywhere," she said with a laugh. "What's your address?"
I gave it to her and she said she would be there in an hour before hanging up.
I went around the condo picking up after myself and started a load of laundry to tackle the pile I had from my trip. I quickly did the dishes and had time for a shave before switching the load to the dryer and putting in another one the washer. I vowed to call Daphne and get her back on the job as soon as possible.
I tuned in a sports show and just vegged for a bit before the buzzer rang.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Is this Barry's pad?" Elizabeth asked.
"Yes it is," I replied in a low voice. "I'll be right down to get ya."
"Oh, I'm all a flutter," she said.
I laughed and let her into the lobby before putting on some shoes and grabbing my keys before heading out the door.
She was looking at a couple of Japanese paintings on the wall so I could only see her back. She had on some black dress slacks and blouse that looped around her neck and left her arms, shoulders and some of her back bare. It was also in black as was her hair, long and straight this time. When she turned, I saw that some of it hung over one eye and it made her look a bit exotic. The blouse plunged low between her breasts to show some cleavage and the entire effect was of sexiness and class.
"Wow, you look fantastic!" I told her as I approached. "I better upgrade our dining plans from McDonalds."
She grinned and replied, "I wasn't sure what the plans were, so I thought I would dress to impress."
"Very impressive, I'd say," I told her. "Let's go up to my condo for a second and I'll quickly put on some better clothes and we'll head out."
"Sorry," she said as she followed me to the elevator.
"Don't apologize for looking gorgeous," I told her. "I don't mind being seen with a beautiful woman dressed like that. It will just take me a second to change."
We got into the elevator and she watched as I pressed the button for the top floor.
"The name on the condo was Mike Stewart," she stated.
"I put that on there so I don't get so many ladies buzzing for Barry White," I told her.
She grinned for a bit and then said, "I honestly didn't recognize you back at the prom."
"I try not to use the deep voice all the time," I remarked with a shrug.
"I meant you being Mike Stewart, silly," she said with a roll of her eyes. "It was dark and you look different in real life."
"So you know of my heinous crimes, do you?" I asked. "I'm surprised you didn't already run away screaming."
"I thought about it after remembering how horrible you were to my Spartans on the ice," she said with a glare, "but I also remembered what you did for that actress and thought that it would be nice to have someone like that around."
"I'm glad you stayed," I said. "Sorry I didn't tell you earlier, but I was enjoying our conversations without all that other stuff in the way."
"So was I," she said. "Not that there is anything wrong with that part of your life. It was good to talk to the guy behind all the public stuff."
"I'm glad you think that way," I said as the elevator door opened.
I led the way into the condo.
"Nice digs," she said, looking around.
"Thanks," I replied. "Why don't you look around for a couple minutes while I put on some good clothes? The view of the campus is great from up here."
"Ok, see you in a bit," she said, moving to the balcony doors.
I quickly got into some dress pants and a collared shirt and dug out my dress shoes. She was still out on the balcony when I went looking for her.
"It is a very nice view and a very scenic campus," she said, turning to me.
"Yes it is," I agreed. "Shall we go?"
"In a minute," she replied. "Let me ask you something."
"Sure, what is it?" I asked.
"Why me?" she simply inquired.
"You're beautiful, smart and different," I said. "You not only race cars, you want to build them. I also like your attitude. You're who you are and don't care if someone doesn't like it. You didn't go after the football player like I'm sure you could have. I enjoyed how you just appeared beside me that night when I was leaving. I just want to get to know you better."
"Damn, I'd want to date that person too," she said with another grin. "I just liked how you looked in your tux."
"There's not accounting for taste, now is there?" I asked.
"So, other than being a hockey player and a famous supermodel, what issues are stopping you from continuing to see me?" she asked.
"Right to the point, before we even go to eat," I noted. "There are three or four reasons. One: I was drafted by the New York Islanders last week and there is a chance I could go play for them in a couple of months. Two: I found out today that I'm invited to the Canadian Olympic men's hockey team orientation camp in late August so I'm going to be on the ice twice a day to get ready for that. Three, I ran into an old friend from high school and I'm helping her group record an album. All three of them are moving in today downstairs. She was my only friend back when I was a chess playing geek, and I was one of her only guy friends. So she's back in my life. She's only here a couple of months and then probably go on tour so I'm not sure where we stand, short term or long-term."
Finally, I explained the whole Mitsy – Asuka storyline and what Asuka dropped on me last night.
"Ok, I can see how those points could cause issues," she said. "Congratulations on being drafted and being invited to the Olympic camp."
"Thanks, it's been an amazing week for hockey news," I replied. "I don't think I'm ready for all of that, so I'm going to have to spend a lot of time getting prepared while trying to keep up with assignments in my two undergrad classes as well as the projects in my graduate game design class."
"You're taking a graduate course?" she asked.
"Yes, I took one last semester in artificial intelligence and did well," I informed her. "This one will be just as challenging. So you can see I'm going to be very busy."
"You're living a very full life right now, Mike Stewart," she stated with a shake of her head.
"Yes I am," I agreed. "So I don't know if getting serious with you is wise or fair to you right now, especially when the other two also want to spend time with me. I'm not sure how to handle any of you without pissing everyone off."
"Crudely put, but to the point," Elizabeth replied. "So to sum up, you're very busy, you have other women in your life and while you might want to continue to see me, you can't commit to a serious relationship for at least a couple months and you might not even be here after that. Is that basically it?"
"I'd say you hit the nail on the head," I agreed as I heard a knock on the condo door. "Great timing, I have the feeling you're going to meet one or more of the ladies in question."
"This should be fun," she said with a grin.
"You are much too cheerful after hearing all that," I remarked as we walked to the door.
"I haven't heard anything that tells me that you don't want to continue to see me," she explained. "I'll take dating on the weekends for a couple of months over not seeing you at all."
"Really?" I asked, stopping in mid-stride to look down at her.
"Really, really," she replied with a grin. "You do still want to see me right?"
"Yes I do," I agreed with a smile.
"Then it's settled," she said with an answering smile. "Now we deal with your other women."
I rolled my eyes and opened the door.
"Hey Mikey!" Willow said with a grin.
"Hey Willow," I replied with a smile. "Where are the hooligans who let you up here?"
Asuka stepped into view from the side with a grin.
"I should have known it would be you," I said. "Come on in. This is Elizabeth, another good friend of mine."
"Hello, I'm Willow Rose," Willow introduced herself.
"Hi, I'm Elizabeth Ford," she replied. "Mike was just telling me about you two. You must be Asuka; it's nice to meet you both."
"Hello Elizabeth," Asuka said. "Michael mentioned you last night but didn't say how beautiful you were."
"He did mention that you two were beautiful and both very talented in different ways," Elizabeth responded. "We were just discussing where we were taking our relationship and he informed me about you two stepping back into his life. So it's probably perfect timing for the two of you to show up so we can get it out in the open and see what's best for Mike and for us."
"You're taking this much better than I would have thought you would," Willow observed.
"I guess I pre-empted the two of you by getting him to agree that he still wants to see me and I want to see him," Elizabeth stated. "We agreed not to get too serious as Mike has some good news to tell you that will affect the amount of time he can spend with us.
They looked at me and I told them about the invite.
"Congratulations Michael, that is very impressive," Asuka stated.
"That is amazing," Willow added. "They don't invite non-NHLers to camp anymore."
"I was very surprised when coach told me they called," I agreed.
"So you're going to be on the ice every chance you can, knowing you," Willow continued. "So I see why Elizabeth is willing to settle for dates rather than getting serious. So where does that leave us?"
"I for one don't have a problem if you two want to spend some time with him as well," Elizabeth said.
All three of us looked at her in surprise.
"Really?" Willow asked. "You wouldn't be jealous?"
"I think the three of us would have to come to some sort of agreement on some issues and on a schedule, but I don't see why we can't keep this amiable," she replied. "Mike needs our support and maybe we can be stress relievers rather than additional points of stress in his life."
"That's very mature and thoughtful," Asuka remarked. "I would agree to an arrangement like that."
The two of them looked at Willow.
"I would be interested in hearing more about it," she said cautiously.
"Why don't the three of us sit down and hammer out the details while Mike orders us some food," Elizabeth suggested.
"He hasn't eaten yet?" Willow asked, looking worried. "We better take care of that before he starts eating the furniture."
"I agree," Asuka said quickly.
"Ha, ha," I said. "What do you want? Pizza, Chinese?"
"Pizza," Asuka said. "We need to get Daphne back on the job here and downstairs."
"Ok, who's this Daphne?" Elizabeth asked. "I'm not sharing him another woman."
"She's a high school student that I hired to clean and do my laundry and get groceries," I informed her. "She needs the money for college. She did the condo downstairs when the quartet lived there."
"Oh, ok," Elizabeth relented. "We should probably meet her then. Pizza is ok with me."
"Me too," Willow agreed.
"Ok, I'll order it while you three schedule my life for the next seven weeks," I said dryly.
"Thank you dear," Elizabeth said with a grin.
"Yes, thanks honey," Willow added.
"Thank you, Michael," Asuka finished.
"You're welcome, um, girlfriends?" I asked.
They giggled before walking to the living room and sitting close together on the couch. I ordered two pizzas, asking for Daphne to deliver them. I folded some laundry and tidied up a bit better in the kitchen and laundry room before heading back out. They were still huddled together, so I grabbed my textbook and went out to the balcony to read until the buzzer rang.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hey Mike, its Daphne with your pizzas," she said cheerfully.
"I'll be right down," I replied and let her into the lobby.
When I got there I gave her a smile and said, "Hey there Daphne, long time no see," I said.
"Yeah, I thought you forgot about me," she replied.
"Sorry, I've been swamped and out of town a lot," I said. "But I want you to start taking care of the condo again if you have time and I've got you another client if you want to come up and meet her."
"Sure, I didn't take another delivery in case you wanted to talk," she told me.
We went upstairs and she congratulated me on being drafted while we were in the elevator.
"Thanks, though it sucks that's its so far away," I said.
"Are you going right away?" she asked.
"Not sure, I'm going to visit them this weekend just to check things out," I told her. "My plans are to stay in school but you never know."
I opened the condo door and let her in.
"Hey Asuka," Daphne said with a smile.
"Hello Daphne, it's good to see you again," Asuka replied as they stood up. "Let me take those and Mike and Willow can make the arrangements for your services."
"Sure, thanks," Daphne said, handing them over.
Elizabeth and Asuka moved to the dining room and then the kitchen.
"Daphne, this is Willow, she's going to be living in the condo downstairs with a couple friends while they record an album," I said. "Willow, this is Daphne, she's a whiz at cleaning, doing laundry, shopping and makes a great lasagne."
"Hi Daphne, with that recommendation, you're hired!" Willow said with a grin.
"Great!" Daphne replied. "It's nice to meet you. I do Mike's shopping, cleaning and laundry on Monday and can do yours on Wednesday if that's ok?"
"Sounds good to me," Willow agreed. "How much do you charge?"
"I'll take care of it," I said. "Just have your grocery list ready by Tuesday so you can email it to her so she can pick it up before she comes over."
"Ok, I can do that, but we're going to discuss her payment later," Willow replied. "We don't get back to the condo until five or six."
"That's fine or I can use the key that Mitsy made for me and come during the day at least until school starts," Daphne said. "Don't worry; I'm very trustworthy, right Mike?"
"Very," I said. "And she keeps her mouth shut about anything she might see. Remind me to give you a key to get up here as well."
"Ok, anytime Wednesday it is," Willow agreed.
"Great, here's my card with my contact information so you can email me your grocery list or call if you need anything else done," Daphne said. "I can do errands or anything else you need done. Mike used me for dry cleaning runs as well. Let me know if you want me to bring a lasagne over as well on Monday night with Mike's or on Wednesday when I do your condo."
"Wow, you are certainly a go-getter," Willow remarked. "The lasagne on Wednesday sounds fine. I'm sure we will have some dry cleaning so you can do that on Wednesday as well. We might need things at the studio from time to time so I'll keep this handy."
"I still need a few grand for college in September, so I'm wiling to do just about anything to raise the funds," Daphne explained.
"Have you enrolled yet?" I asked.
"I've been enrolled but I need to make a payment at the end of the month," she answered.
"Let me get my wallet so I can pay for the pizza," I said and walked to my bedroom.
I grabbed my check book and made out a check for ten grand to her. There was no way she was not going to college in the fall. I grabbed some twenties and put the check in the middle of the folded up money. I found a spare key and went back.
"Ok, here's the money for the pizza," I said. "Put the rest of it in your college fund. You can do this place on Wednesday as well this week if you think you have time. Here's the key and I'll keep the alarm off that day."
"Ok, thanks Mike and Willow," she said with a smile. "I'll do a great job for you."
"I'm sure you will," Willow replied. "I'll see you Wednesday night."
Daphne left after saying goodbye to Asuka.
"She seems nice," Willow said.
"Yes she is, and a very good worker," I said as we moved to the dining room.
"She's cute too," Elizabeth noted.
"Yes, but too young for me, so don't worry," I replied.
"Daphne knows to behave," Asuka noted and then asked me, "When are you going to give that poor girl enough money to pay for her tuition?"
"I just slipped a check in the pizza money for ten grand, that should be enough for now," I said.
"That was generous," Elizabeth stated.
"It's nothing," I told her. "She works very hard and her mom can't help her. She deserves some help."
"I agree she could use the help, but can you afford that?" she asked.
The other two laughed.
"Ok, what's so funny?" Elizabeth asked, looking perturbed.
"Modelling pays very well apparently," Willow told her gently. "He put five hundred thousand in our band's account last week to pay for the studio and Vera our manager and probably some of the tour expenses too."
"Oh, I didn't know he was well off as well as a hunk," Elizabeth observed. "Though the Ferrari he rented for the prom should have given me a clue."
"Calvin Klein makes a great deal of money off of me, so they like to make sure that I'm happy as well," I said. "Please let me know if you need anything so I can spoil you a little bit as well."
"I'm fine but it's nice to know I won't starve if my family disowns me for dating you," she replied with a grin.
"Oh, I won't be welcome at the Ford house?" I asked.
"They're probably already picking out suitable candidates for a husband for their only daughter," she said as we sat down. "I usually try and run them down the first chance I get so the list is getting harder to fill. While you may be well off, you probably don't have the proper background to be deemed suitable in their eyes."
"I'm crushed," I said, putting on a sad face.
Everyone grabbed some slices and we dug in while we talked.
"So your family is very well off?" Willow asked.
"My family is the Ford family, as in the Ford car company," she replied before looking at me. "Sorry I didn't tell you earlier, but like you, I wanted you to like me for me, not for my family name or money."
"Its fine, we're even," I said. "I suppose they're all Michigan State fans too?"
"Everyone went there, my mom and dad, and my three brothers," she admitted. "I didn't have a choice of where to go to school."
"Swell," I said.
"Dinners at the family mansion should be interesting," Willow remarked with a grin.
They all laughed at that while I rolled my eyes. The conversation went on to other things, like our martial arts, Willow's music and Elizabeth's racing and fascination with engines and cars in general. Once we were finished eating, we sat down in the living room.
"This is what we have so far," Elizabeth took charge. "Asuka gets you three nights before and after the Dojo; Willow and I split Friday and Saturday, depending on when I need you for a sorority function or an event with the family. I'll take the Wednesday and she'll take the Monday evening. This is all tentative of course."
"Of course," I said. "You do realize I need my evenings for homework during the week?"
"We would just spend some time here with you during the week," Willow said. "Have supper with you and read or watch TV while you work."
"That's ok but I'll be doing a lot of programming so I kind of get in the zone sometimes," I informed them.
"We can make sure you take breaks now and then," Asuka responded.
"Ok, we'll see how things go," I agreed.
"As I said, I might need you as an escort on the weekend so I might have to introduce you as my boyfriend," Elizabeth said, looking a little worried at everyone. "How does everyone think about that?"
"I have no problems with that as long as we are all equal in Michael's eyes," Asuka said.
"I'm not so comfortable with that," Willow admitted. "It gives you a big advantage down the road. I'm not saying that either of us will end up with Mikey permanently, but if you get to be his girlfriend now and never give it up, where does that leave me?"
"How about she just introduces me as her date," I suggested. "Her family and friends can assume whatever they want, but the three of you are still equal. You're all dating me."
"Hmmm, not great but I can live with it," Elizabeth stated.
"I can live with that too," Willow agreed.
"Glad to hear it," I said. "What else do we have to talk about?"
"Each of us is different, so there will be different levels of intimacy on our dates," Elizabeth said with some delicacy. "We've agreed not to get jealous of each other and not try to compete against each other for the next couple of months. We'll handle any birth control issues and all of us will get tested though we don't think any of us has a cause for concern."
"I was tested for everything back at the end of May at the combine and haven't been with anyone since," I told them.
"Good to hear it," Elizabeth replied.
"I have a bit of concern or issue," I said. "You're splitting me up to be individually with me but I think I'd like to spend time as a group as well. I propose that Sunday is a group day where we can all spend time together, if you can make it of course. We could go to brunch and then do something as a group. I don't want this to be me with three different women; I'd like us to be friends."
"I'm fine with that," Asuka said. "It would be nice to have friends here."
"After that, how can I say no?" Willow asked. "I'm happy to hang out with all of you."
"I have family commitments sometimes but I'll be happy to spend time with you when I can," Elizabeth added.
"I'm very glad to hear it," I said to them all. "Here's to the start of a beautiful friendship."
We all raised our glasses and clicked them together.
"Ok, I have assignments due tomorrow so I'm going to head back to Lansing," Elizabeth said a bit later.
"I have as well," I admitted.
"And I have to unpack and get settled in for tomorrow morning," Willow added, getting up as well.
Asuka joined us getting up and they all put their shoes on.
"Who wants to see my new car before I go?" Elizabeth asked with some enthusiasm.
"I suppose we can go see it," Willow said.
We piled into the elevator and I asked them to keep the Olympic tryout a secret until they announced it next week. They agreed as the doors opened and we walked outside to look at the light blue Mustang.
"It's a brand new Mustang Cobra Jet," Elizabeth said with visible enthusiasm. "It's a production race car and only fifty a year are made. It's very, very fast."
"It looks like it would fly," I said.
"We should put it up against my bike sometime," Asuka added.
"We can do that at the Michigan proving grounds, on the weekend when Mike is in New York," Elizabeth told her with a grin.
"I will be there if you let me know where and when," Asuka promised.
"How about you Willow, want to take a ride in it on the weekend?" Elizabeth asked.
"I guess so," Willow replied.
"Ok, we'll talk later and set it up," Elizabeth said. "Alright, tomorrow is Asuka's evening and then I'll see you on Wednesday. You'll owe Willow a date when you get back."
"Alright, I'll see you Wednesday anytime after four," I told her.
Elizabeth went up on her tippy toes and gave me a kiss and a hug.
"I'm glad we could work this out," she said to us all before getting into the car.
She started it up with a roar and grinned as she peeled out of the driveway and onto the road.
"She is a good addition to our group," Asuka said as we headed back in. "I like her."
"You would, you're as much a speed demon as she is," I remarked. "She's very confident and likes to be in charge. You two need to keep on your toes with her or she'll take over. I like how you stood up to her on the girlfriend thing, Willow."
"It was too important to let her get away with it," Willow responded. "My music might keep us apart from time to time, but I'm not going to lose you again."
"That goes for me as well," Asuka added. "I think we make a good group. Elizabeth is nowhere as pushy as Mitsy was and Willow is very committed to be with you. We will have to make every effort to make this work."
They both gave me kisses and hugs when I stopped the elevator on Willow's floor.
"I'll see you tomorrow afternoon," I told Asuka. "Willow, don't forget to email Daphne your grocery list."
"I'll do that tonight," she promised. "Can I pop in to see you before you go to New York?"
"Of course you can, just because one of you is with me, doesn't mean the others can't come over," I told her. "The three of you should probably talk about that and anything else while I'm gone."
"We will," Willow responded. "I'll see you soon."
"Good night, Michael, I'll see you here for supper, which I will bring," Asuka said.
"Good night you two," I replied and went upstairs.
I finished my assignments due tomorrow and then read ahead for all three courses before calling it a night. My phone rang and it was Daphne.
"Hey Daphne, you're calling late, is everything ok?" I asked.
"Mike, I appreciate the offer but I can't accept this check," she said. "I want to earn my way."
"And you are, it's just not fast enough and I don't want you to miss out this semester," I told her. "You know I can afford it and it makes me happy to help someone who works so hard. I'm not giving it to a lazy bum who doesn't deserve it. So, you take it and pay for your tuition and any books and supplies you need, understand?"
"Mike, it doesn't feel right taking this check," she said.
"You would rather miss out on an education because of your pride?" I asked. "There is pride and there is foolishness. You deserve some help. Think of it this way. It took me twenty minutes to earn that money. Surely you're worth twenty minutes of my time."
"I guess so," she replied. "I just don't want charity."
"This is assistance, not charity," I clarified. "I want to see that check cashed tomorrow Daphne or I'll be most upset."
"Well, I can't have my most important customer upset, now can I?" she conceded. "Thank you Mike, you're a good man."
"And you're a great young lady," I told her. "I expect you to get great marks and do something great with your life."
"I'll work my butt off making sure I do," she replied.
"Leave your cute butt just as it is," I said with a laugh. "I might see you Wednesday but if not you have the key, right?"
"Right," she replied. "So you think my butt is cute?"
"Of course I do, but I'm not getting into trouble by saying or doing anything else," I told her. "Good night Daphne."
"Good night, Mike and thanks so much," she replied.
"You're very welcome," I replied. "Bye for now."
We hung up and I felt good about helping her. She deserved to go to college and it was easy for me to help her.
I hit the hay but it took a while to fall asleep as I thought about the three ladies in my life. In the end, I vowed to enjoy myself with them and not get too worried about the long term relationship as I didn't have a clue where any of us would be in the fall.
Tuesday morning I stepped up my workout, adding both weight and extra reps to my sets. I wanted to add a few pounds to deal with the heavier bodies of the NHlers at the orientation camp in a few weeks. I would have to watch my diet to make sure it went on as muscle instead of fat. I had gotten down to two hundred and thirty-five pounds and when I had looked up some of the weights of the guys most likely to go, I found that only Joe Thornton weighed that much. I still wanted a few pounds extra in case I had to try and move him from the front of the net.
After working out, I got on the ice and concentrated on skills practice for half of the hour and then shooting for the other half.
After the two morning classes, I called Coach and let him know the times I booked during the week and that I would have the ice early in the morning all week. He said he would start showing up next week. After another interesting game design class, I hit the ice and worked on power skating as well as carrying the puck in on Oz and getting off quick wrist and snap shots at various points inside the blue line. There wasn't always time to get off a booming slap shot so having other shots to use would help. It could also catch a goalie off guard by switching up when he expected a longer windup.
I had a quick shower and went back to my condo. I smelt something cooking when I stepped inside and went to the kitchen to investigate. Asuka was working beside the stove cutting up some vegetables and then added them to a frying pan before looking over at me.
"Hello Michael how was your day?" she asked with a smile.
"Very good, I got in some good practice in the morning and the afternoon sessions," I replied. "Game design was interesting as well. How was your day?"
"Good, Mitsy and I attended a few meetings and I also got to research some recipes," Asuka replied. "I'm trying out a Japanese stir fry tonight."
"It smells delicious," I complimented her.
"Thank you," she replied. "It should be ready in fifteen minutes if you would like to set the table."
I set the dining room table up and chatted with her until the food was ready. She poured the stir fry over some rice and we carried our plates out to the dining room.
I tried a couple of forkfuls and it was delicious.
"Very tasty Asuka, you're a good cook," I told her.
"Thank you Michael, I'm trying to learn new things so I can fit back into regular society," she said. "I'd like to start enjoying life and I think you and I can be good for each other."
"I agree," I told her. "We should go out sometimes, to a movie or to an Art exhibit or anything else you might like to do."
"I would like that very much," she replied.
After supper I finished up my assignments for tomorrow while she cleaned up and then she rode with me in the SUV to the dojo.
"Mitsy and Norio aren't going to be joining us, they've decided to take a lower level class together," Asuka told me as we stretched.
"That's too bad," I said.
"They will get the right level of instruction there rather than trying to do too much to keep up to us," Asuka explained.
Sensei came in and we went through the forms and then they decided to go against me two on one, first without weapons and then with. I constantly had to shift to try and keep them from bracketing me while avoiding their attacks. They sped up and I had to go on instinct to defend against simultaneous attacks.
It was soon after that I realized that I was still upright and not only defending myself well but I had time for a counter attack every few seconds. A minute later I slipped a punch through Sensei's defences and had to pull it at the last split second before I hurt him. As it was, he staggered back and I turned my attention to Asuka to push aside a kick to the stomach and sweep her pivot leg aside. I followed her to the ground and stopped a punch to her face as her knee stopped just before hitting me in the groin.
"Very good Michael, your instinct finally kicked in when you were overwhelmed and your brain couldn't keep up," Sensei said as he picked himself up from the mat.
He walked back to us, rubbing his stomach as I helped Asuka up.
"Very good, Michael," Asuka complemented me. "At a certain point you have to stop thinking and just react."
"Something just clicked and everything was clearer," I told them. "It should be interesting to see if I can do that again."
"It's been my experience that once you have that breakthrough, it gets easier to let go," Sensei remarked. "Let's try it with weapons next."
We got some bamboo rods and they came at me from both sides. It was tough to keep up but I tried my best and then it clicked again when I stopped trying so hard to think of every move. I took the attack to them and got in a grove beating them to the attack. I knocked the rod out of Asuka's hands and then quickly concentrated on Sensei. We went at it for a few seconds but he managed to hold me off long enough to let Asuka retrieve her rod and rejoin the fight. I held them off for a couple minutes until they combined to knock my rod out of my hand and stuff an end into my gut to knock the wind out of me.
"Good work Michael," Sensei said once I caught my breath.
"Thanks, but I have a long way to go," I said, rubbing my stomach.
"You're up against two experienced fighters," he told me. "You did very well. How about we take a break and then you and Asuka can do some sparring one on one?"
"Sounds good to me," replied.
I held my own with Asuka for longer than usual and got in a couple of shots as did she. We took a break and went at it a couple more times before we called it a night.
I drove home and Asuka came up with me to the condo, saying she had things to pick up. She went into the kitchen and got a bag and came back out. Instead of heading to the front door, she continued on to the hallway towards the bedrooms.
"I'm going to have a shower," she said. "Would you like to join me or have one in your room?"
"Um, I'm not sure," I said.
"Michael, it's still our date night," she reminded me.
"I wasn't aware we were proceeding so quickly," I said.
"I'm going to get undressed and get in the shower," she responded. "I suggest you let your instincts take over like you have all night and things will go well for you."
She smiled and she was transformed from a serious and tough looking fighter to a beautiful and sexy woman. I kicked off my shoes and found myself heading down the hallway without thinking about it. She was going to head into the guest bathroom but I grabbed her hand and pulled her farther down the hall into the bigger bathroom attached to my bedroom.
"Stop," I commanded when she started to take off her top.
"Why?" she asked, the top half way up her stomach.
"That's my job now," I told her and reached for her.
"Oh, ok," she replied with a smile.
"You, my dear, must remember one thing from now on," I said, reaching for her top.
"What is that, Michael?" she asked as I slowly pulled her shirt up to expose her muscular torso.
"When you smile, you're one of the most gorgeous women I have ever seen," I told her. "It's by far your most powerful weapon against me."
"You should never tell a fighter that Michael," she said, shaking her head with a frown.
"I didn't," I responded. "I told my woman that."
"Oh," she replied and then smiled after thinking about it for a second.
She raised her arms over her head and let me pull off her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra so I could see her perfect breasts, not large but just right for her slim frame and very firm and already her nipples were hard.
I dropped the tee shirt to the floor and Asuka moved close and draped her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. She let go of my neck and started working my shirt up my chest while my hands travelled down her back and slipped into her tight sweats. I pulled her close to me by her ass and she moaned into my mouth when she rubbed up against my hardening erection.
She leaned her torso back and continued to pull off my shirt, stopping the kiss when she had to bring it over my head. I knelt down and pulled off her pants and discovered she wasn't wearing underwear either. She held on to my shoulder and stepped out of them one leg at a time. I caressed her leg as I stood up and lightly brushed her pussy on the way up.
Asuka moaned again as my fingers discovered how wet she already was. Her legs opened and I used the moisture to moisten her little button at the top and start rubbing it gently.
"Oh Michael," she whispered. "You're through all my defences already."
"I'm glad, now I'll see the real you," I replied as I eased a finger inside her slowly and gently.
She was very tight, even with how wet she was. I leaned down to kiss her and she kissed me with a passion I had never seen from her. Her hands caressed my shoulders, chest and went down my abdomen as she slipped her tongue into my mouth. Her hips started moving and forced my finger deeper in her as my thumb took over rubbing her clit.
Asuka's hands worked their way into my sweats and pulled them down to my thighs. She then slipped my tight underwear down as well and grasped my cock when it popped up. Her hands were surprisingly gentle as she explored it for a bit before sliding one of them back and forth in time with her hips as she rode my finger.
It took her a surprisingly short time to reach her peak as she started gasping for air as she sped up her hips. She held onto my spare arm that was holding her up while I my other drove her over the top. Her hips went wild as she flooded my hand with her juices. I was watching her face and she had her eyes closed and panted heavily but kept quiet as she came hard.
I held her up as I slowed down my other hand in time with her hips until she stopped moving them. I slid out my hand and picked her up in my arms, her arms quickly wrapping around my neck.
I turned on the water in the shower with one hand and waited until it was warm before stepping underneath the spray. I made sure she got wet and warmed up before ducking and getting my head under the spray.
"Michael, you can put me down now," she said with a smile.
"I like holding you," I told her.
"And I like you holding me as well, but we need to get washed up," Asuka stated.
I put her down and held her until she was steady on her feet. She smiled up at me and then stepped in front of me to get under the water. I watched as she let the water soak her hair and then I reached for the shampoo and poured some in my hands and started washing her hair.
"Michael, I can wash my own hair," she said in a soft protest.
"I'm sure you can, but I want to do it," I told her. "Try and enjoy it."
"You're ruining all my plans for tonight," she muttered.
"Are you enjoying it anyway?" I asked.
"Very much so, but I was supposed to be seducing you," she replied, her eyes closed as I continued with her hair.
"You seduced me with your smile," I told her. "You made the first move now let me take care of you tonight."
"Alright Michael," she said, smiling up at me.
I used some suds to wash her face and then her torso, taking extra care of her breasts. My hands spread the shampoo suds all over her body as she seemed to enjoy my caresses. I turned her around and admired the tattoos on shoulder blades and back of her shoulders. They were green and red matching dragons with fiery eyes and long teeth and talons. She had another smaller pair on her lower back leading to her butt. Finally, I put her back under the water and rinsed her hair and face until the shampoo was gone.
She wiped her eyes off and opened them to see me smiling down at her.
"Can I wash you now?" she asked.
"Nope, I still have to wash you," I told her, reaching for soap and a washcloth.
"You just did," she protested.
"No that was just exploring," I said with a grin.
I proceeded to soap her up from head to toe, making sure she was squeaky clean before I rinsed her off and the washcloth off.
"Ok, my turn," she demanded, grabbing the shampoo and looking up at me. "Under the water, Michael."
"Yes Ma'am," I said and ducked my head under the spray.
I kept my eyes closed and bent my head down so she could reach it easily and she gently started shampooing my hair. Asuka also used the suds to do a body wash, exploring my body with her slick hands. After letting me rinse, she used the washcloth on me and then had me rinse again. I pulled her under the water with me and gave her a hug and a kiss.
"Shall I take care of this now so you're not so rushed the first time?" she asked as she grabbed my erection that was hitting her in the stomach.
"I think I'll wait if you don't mind," I told her as I shut off the water.
I reached for a towel and bundled her up in it and used a second one to dry her hair while she dried herself off. I quickly dried off when she took over her hair and I ran a comb through my hair. She took it afterwards and combed her hair back off of her face and tucked the still wet strands behind her ears.
I led the way into the bedroom and she put a towel on the pillow on one side.
"Ok, my turn Michael," she said with a smile. "I'm going to give you a massage and then we'll continue on from there."
"Sounds nice," I replied as I lay down on my stomach.
She straddled my legs and worked my shoulders, arms and back for the next ten minutes with her strong hands. She was an expert at finding the tense spots and working out the kinks in my muscles. She continued down my lower back and then kneeled between my legs and did the backs of each of them.
Asuka had me turn over and did my front, sitting so that my cock contacted her pussy. She made sure that she rubbed it while still massaging me with her hands. After moving down to massage the front of my legs, she lowered her mouth onto me and lightly circled the head with her tongue. I grabbed the sheets as she took the head inside her mouth and continued to swirl her tongue. One hand grabbed the shaft and worked in time with her mouth as she bobbed her head, all the while looking up into my face.
She couldn't take too much into her mouth but it felt terrific and I soon got close to cumming.
"Asuka honey, I'm getting close," I told her.
She winked and continued on and I let loose a minute later with a shout. She swallowed quickly but let some run down when it got too much for her. I put my head back and tried to catch my breath. I felt her tongue on me, cleaning me up and then she got off the bed and went into the washroom. She came back in a minute with a washcloth and finished the job and then lay beside me.
I leaned over and gave her a kiss and she smelled and tasted of mouthwash.
"That was wonderful," I told her with a smile.
"I'm glad you liked it," she replied, returning the smile.
"Now it's my turn to give you a massage," I said, sitting up. "On your stomach, my lady."
She complied and I proceeded to try and duplicate her excellent massage. She seemed to enjoy it as she sighed and relaxed underneath my hands. I spent extra time on her tight ass and she obligingly spread her legs to let me caress her pussy from behind. Her hips rose a bit and I took time to get her worked up before continuing on with her legs.
I had her turn over and continued to ramp up her desire by tweaking her nipples after massaging her neck and shoulders. I moved down to her tight stomach and then bypassed her pussy to finish her legs. She was panting and looking down at me with a lustful look that turned me on.
I leaned overtop of her and gave her a kiss which she returned with some passion. I had to break it off so I could continue downward and take her breast and nipple into my mouth.
"Michael!" she said loudly, arching her back while she pulled my head to her breast.
After a minute, Asuka moved my head over to the other one and then pushed me downward. I kissed my way down her stomach and then teased her by kissing around her pussy.
"Michael!" she growled.
I grinned up at her and then got down to business. She was open and wet and I ran my tongue through her lips to find her clit. She hissed when I hit it and I concentrated on it while easing a finger inside her.
She was surprisingly responsive and I had no trouble taking her up and over for her second climax. I gave her only a few moments to rest and then started up again.
"Get up here Michael," Asuka commanded and grabbed my ears to make my decision an easy one.
She hugged me tight and kissed me, not caring if I still had my juices on my face.
"That was excellent," she said in between kisses. "Now it's time to make me yours."
She slipped her hand between us and lined me up as her legs spread wide. Once she had me at her opening, she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me in. I took it slow and just popped the head in and stopped as she was super tight.
"You're very big," she said.
"I'll take it slow and easy," I told her, watching her face closely.
She smiled up at me and pushed her hips upward and forced more of me inside her.
"It's ok Michael, I'm not a blushing bride," she told me. "I'll open up soon enough."
I pulled back and eased back in, going further than I wanted to when she used her hands to pull me in. She moved her hands to my hips and started directing my movements by pulling or pushing me. It took a few minutes until she opened enough to take me in as far as she could without wincing.
I took over then and make love to her with a slow, steady rhythm. She tried to urge me faster but gave up when I just bowed my head and took her breast into my mouth. She moaned and held me tight and brought her legs up to my sides. Her pussy started squeezing me every time I pushed into her and quickly got me excited. She made sure that I rubbed on her clit each time so she was getting turned on as well.
We kept it up for a few minutes but we hit a plateau and neither seemed to be rising to a finish.
"How about a new position?" I asked.
"That would be nice," Asuka replied.
I pulled out and she sat up and gave me a kiss.
"Do you have a preference or shall I take over for a bit?" she asked.
"I'm easy," I told her. "If you have a favourite position we can try that."
"I have a couple," she said. "Let me take care of you for a bit and then we can try the other later."
"Ok," I agreed.
"On your back then," she commanded with a grin.
I lay down beside her and turned over to look at her. Asuka took my cock in her hand and leaned down to lick it and take it in her mouth. It didn't take long for me to get very stiff again as she licked and sucked on me. Holding me in one hand, she climbed on top of me and lowered herself slowly down on me. Once I was in as far as she could take me, she sighed and leaned down to lie on me while looking at me with a sultry smile.
"This is my favourite position because I can control the speed and depth while squeezing you tightly," Asuka said. "Enjoy."
She sat back up and started moving slowly up and down as I reached to tweak her nipples. She had amazing control of her internal muscles and used them to squeeze me on the way down. I had to fight not to cum within the first five minutes.
Asuka ground herself on me every time she hit bottom and soon she was as excited as I was. I started thrusting up into her as she sped up and it took only a few more minutes for her to make me cum, which allowed her to let loose and orgasm right after.
She collapsed on top of me and we lay there for a few minutes to catch our breath.
"That was fantastic," I told her. "You felt wonderful around me."
"And you felt wonderful in me," she said, patting my chest.
Eventually she got up and went to clean up. She brought a washcloth back and cleaned me up before getting back into bed and lay down beside me.
"Do you mind if I stay the night?" she asked.
"Of course not," I replied. "You don't have to lay way over there either."
She moved in close and rested her arm on my chest.
"I head to the arena early to work out and then go on the ice," I told her. "Sleep in and make yourself at home if you like."
"I'll head back to Mitsy when you leave," Asuka informed me. "I have to relieve the security that watches over her when I come here."
"Alright, you have a good night," I told her, giving her a kiss.
"Good night Michael," she replied.
Wednesday morning Asuka and I got up when the alarm went off. She had a quick shower while I got my stuff ready for the day.
"Have a good day, Michael," she said, giving me a kiss before putting on her helmet. "Remember Elizabeth will be here around five. You might want to call her and discuss dinner plans."
"I'll do that," I replied. "You have a good day too and say hi to Mitsy. I had a wonderful night with you."
"As did I with you," she replied with a smile.
She took off with a roar and I followed more slowly, turning the other way to the arena.
The day was pretty much a repeat of yesterday, with a workout, on-ice skating and shooting as well as classes. It felt good to be back in a routine and I finished my two assignments for tomorrow's classes at lunch and before afternoon practice. I called Elizabeth and left a message that I would handle dinner by picking up some steaks and barbequing on the balcony unless she had a problem with that.
After practice, I stopped by a butcher and picked up a few cuts of meat for several meals and then drove home. I saw her mustang parked in the visitor's lot so I stopped off at the lobby and found her in the small alcove waiting for me.
"Sorry Elizabeth, I stopped by the butcher's to get some meat," I told her, showing her the bag.
"No problem, I just got here," she replied. "Come here a minute."
I stepped closer and she pulled me down for a passionate kiss and hug.
"Hmmm, that was nice," I said.
I grabbed my mail and we went upstairs to the condo. After putting our books on the dining room table, she helped me marinate the steaks and get some potatoes wrapped in tinfoil for the barbeque. I got the barbeque started up and we put the meat and potatoes on low before spreading out our school work on the table. One of us went out every five minutes or so to check on the steaks and flip them over.
I had a bag salad that we washed up to start with and then we put pulled off the steaks and potatoes from the barbeque and sat down for the meal. We covered the potatoes in butter, sour cream and bacon bits and enjoyed our meal.
"So, how was your day, dear?" Elizabeth asked with a grin.
"Fine, and yours Honey?" I replied.
"Same old, same old," she responded. "I did talk to my mom today and she wants to meet you. I didn't tell her who you are yet, just that I had a date tonight with a tall, light and handsome man."
"I'm sure we can arrange something next week if you'd like," I told her. "Maybe go out for dinner sometime where they'll feel comfortable."
"I'd like that," she said. "She won't stop bugging me until they check you out so maybe a week from tonight?"
"I guess so, if not the weekend," I suggested. "Just let me know the details and the dress code and I'll be there."
"Thanks Mike," she replied.
I nodded and we continued to eat.
"This is a really good meal," she said after a while.
"It was a team effort," I responded. "I don't barbeque enough."
"It's probably not fun cooking for one," she stated.
"I usually stick to simpler things," I conceded. "Do you do much cooking?"
"No, I'm just too busy to fend for myself," she replied. "I'll pick something up or usually just grab something at a school cafeteria or at the sorority house. I'll probably have to learn when I move to an apartment for fall semester though. I can't stand all the politics and infighting at the sorority. Women can such bitches sometimes. Sometimes it can be fun but those times are few and far between."
"Why join in the first place?" I asked.
"My mother was in that sorority so I was a legacy and she wouldn't hear of me not joining," she replied. "It's not for me. I'm more interested in cars and engines than gossip, clothes, frat boys and who's dating who on campus."
"But you're willing to take time out to be with me," I stated.
"I may be a tomboy but I'm still interested in men," she said. "And you're by far the most interesting man I've met."
"I'm flattered you think so, but I'm sure you've met some pretty important men at your family's functions," I responded.
"Important doesn't mean I'm interested in them or that I'd date them," she explained. "Most guys my age are immature; most men that are mature are too old. You're surprisingly just right."
"Thank you for the compliment, but I'm not that mature," I chuckled. "I still like to play computer games, play sports and hit people from time to time."
"Oh well, no one's perfect," she replied with a grin.
"You set the bar pretty high," I told her. "You're beautiful, mature, highly intelligent, and sophisticated and love to tinker with engines. I've never met someone like you before. I like that you're fairly unique."
"So we could make an interesting couple," she stated. "It will be interesting to see how we get along."
"I think as long as we can compromise and respect each other's feelings, we'll get along fine," I replied. "I think it will be harder for you to get along with Asuka and Willow than with me. I'm pretty easy going and you don't seem too bossy or witchy."
"I try not to be," she replied. "I hope the four of us all get along. I like the two of them."
After we finished dinner, we cleaned up together and then continued to work on our assignments. I watched Elizabeth from time to time and she tackled her work with a single minded focus that impressed me. It was after eight when we finished up and packed our books away.
"So what's next on our exciting date?" she asked with a grin.
"We sit and talk and learn more about each other," I said. "It won't be the most romantic first date ever, but this isn't the most conventional situation we find ourselves in."
"The night is young, we might have a bit of time for some romance yet," Elizabeth corrected my thinking as she led the way over to the couch.
She sat me down and then stretched out her long legs and put her head on my lap, looking up at me.
"Ok, tell me all about Mike Stewart," she demanded.
I looked down at her smiling face and then at her lovely body. She was wearing a tank top and short shorts and she looked very inviting.
"Eyes up here Mister," she stated with a fake frown.
"Yes Ma'am," I replied with a grin.
So for the next quarter hour I told her about growing up in Dryden and then what happened in the last year after I came to Ann Arbor.
"Ok, your turn," I said, looking down at her.
She grabbed my hand that was on closest to her and held it to her stomach.
"You're so warm," she said, snuggling against my arm.
"We could go sit outside if you like," I suggested. "You're not dressed for air conditioning."
"No, I'll use you for my heat source," she told me.
She told me about growing up in the Ford household and having to learn etiquette and how to dance and all the other things a lady must learn. She loved to sneak away and tinker with her oldest brother's car when he was working on it, an old mustang at the start. She talked her dad into getting her one of her own to work on when she was twelve and it was still in the back garage back home, all fixed up. Boys started taking an interest in her when she started high school and, while she had some interest in boys, she waited until after sixteen to really explore the opposite sex. She seduced a senior that she was attracted to but didn't enjoy it. A college friend of her third brother was next and was at least proficient if not romantic. In college, she tried again with an older graduate student and had better results until she caught him with another freshman. Her last boyfriend lasted two months and they broke up when he went back home after graduating.
"You're due for some better luck with men," I told her.
"That, or convert to the other side," she replied with a laugh. "I've had offers all through high school and college, probably because I come across as a bit butch."
"You're looking all woman to me right now," I told her, rubbing her stomach a bit. "Besides, I bet you look pretty sexy working on a car. Not that you wouldn't look sexy with another woman if you decided to see what the experience was all about."
"I'm sure you would love to watch, right?" she asked.
"I'd have to hand in my man card if I didn't watch you anytime," I said with a grin. "Well, not with another guy. That would suck big time."
"Oh, so you're allowed to date three women at the same time but we have to be monogamous with you?" she inquired. "That's quite the double standard, Mike."
"True it's not fair, but you three, with you being the ringleader, made this deal up, not me," I replied. "I must admit to that being a deal breaker for me. If we're going to make this work, than it's just the four of us."
"I don't think you have to worry, Asuka is very devoted to you and Willow has waited a long time to be with you," she said.
"How about you, I'm sure you get offers all the time?" I asked.
"I'm not interested in anyone else but you," she told me. "If we don't get along or suit each other, I'd tell you and we can move on without any hard feelings. I'm looking for a long term thing with you, even though we don't know how things will turn out. There isn't anyone in the world that I would trade you for."
"I'm happy to hear it, because the three of you are very much at the top of my list as well," I said.
I leaned down and gave her a kiss. I could faintly taste the tobacco of a cigarette on her breath.
"I do have one issue with you though," I said when I sat back up.
"Oh, what might that be?" she asked.
"Your smoking," I told her.
"You sound like my mom," she said, sitting up.
"One, your mom doesn't have to kiss you, but she will have to bury you if you continue to smoke," I said sternly. "I've had to bury my mother after watching her fade away from breast cancer and it's a horrible thing for everyone to go through. I'd rather not go through that again with someone I care about. Smoking has no redeeming value and for someone of your intelligence and strength, I'm surprised you allow yourself to be addicted to anything."
"I'm not addicted; I just smoke now and again at parties and with a few of the girls at the sorority," she defended herself.
"You of all people don't need to smoke to look cool or fit in," I replied. "There isn't a woman I know who should intimidate you into feeling insecure. I know it's a hard habit to break, but I want you to try."
"And if I don't want to?" she asked.
I sighed and then said, "Then I would say I had a nice first date with you and have a good life, however short it may be."
"You would stop seeing me?" she asked in shock.
"There are already too many things in this world that cause people to get sick," I said. "For you to put your loved ones through something like that on purpose is perhaps the most selfish thing you could do. I don't want to be with someone who would subject us to that possibility when she could do something to avoid it."
She looked at me for a long time, and I watched the various emotions show on her face.
She finally spoke up, "Fine, I'll quit."
I gave her a big smile and pulled her in for a hug.
"You had me scared there for a minute," I admitted to her. "You looked ready to tell me where to go and march out of here. How about I take you anywhere you want to go in the world as a reward for quitting."
She couldn't help smiling.
"I had you scared, did I?" she asked. "I don't do well with ultimatums. And don't think I won't take you up on that reward. I've always wanted to go to Australia and swim the Great Barrier Reef."
"Your wish is my command, my lady," I said. "I'm not sure when, but we will go swimming with the fishes."
"It's the least you can do make up for how annoying my life is going to be for the next month," she pouted.
"I'll have to take your mind off of it in other ways," I said, giving her another kiss as my hands caressed her back.
"Hmmm, I bet if they offered this incentive to quit, many more women would give up the habit," she said with a grin before kissing me again.
She moved onto my lap and we made out like teenagers. My hands stopped at her waist while hers were in my hair holding my head. I wanted to grab her ass and pull her tight against me but I didn't want to spoil the moment in case she wanted to go at a normal pace.
"We better stop here, before I get carried away," she said when she broke off the kiss.
"Ok," I said, taking my hands off of her.
"Hey, you're supposed to want to keep going and I have to push you away," she pouted.
"Oh, sorry," I said, leaning back in to kiss her again.
"Enough all ready," she said, pushing me away a minute later. "I'm not some trollop that get's into your bed on a first date."
"Um, we're on the couch," I replied.
"And that's where we're staying, mister!" she replied, her arms still around my neck.
"Ok, you're acting a bit strange," I said. "We can go as slow or fast as you want, Elizabeth; no one will know except us."
"I'm supposed to be a lady," she reminded me. "There is a definite sequence of events to these things. One cannot be seen as coveting a gentleman too quickly or the lady will appear less than ladylike."
"I see, my lady," I responded. "I'm surprised you entered a gentleman's abode without a proper chaperone to protect your virtue in the first place."
She smirked and gave me another kiss, her tongue insisting on entering my mouth. My hands moved up and down her sides making sure not to touch her breasts. She moved her mouth to my neck and trailed kisses down to my chest until she hit my shirt.
"You shouldn't be wearing this shirt," she said.
"I'll take it off if you take yours off," I replied with a grin.
"Not a chance, Mister," she retorted. "I need to tell my mom all about this and this is as far as I'm willing to tell her we went on a first date."
"I see," I said. "So you're going to tell her what we do on every date we go on?"
"No, just the first couple so she knows things are going ok," Elizabeth responded. "She still worries about her only daughter."
"That's nice," I said as she got off of my lap and straightened herself up.
So, you're gone until Sunday night. We should plan what we do next Wednesday. Do you think you could visit my folks? If not, maybe on the weekend?"
She looked so hopeful that I couldn't say no.
"I'm sure we could, whatever day you want," I told her. "If you want to spend a lot of time with them, we should make it on the weekend; but Wednesday is ok if it's just for dinner."
She thought about it and replied, "Let's make it Wednesday, so we can spend our weekend date doing whatever we want, just the two of us. I'll pick you up next Wednesday because we can't show up driving a Lexus."
"I guess I better get a Ford if we're going to keep seeing each other," I sighed theatrically.
"Damn right you will," she replied with a grin. "I'll come along and make sure you get a good one."
"Alright, we'll do that in the next couple of weeks," I said. "Let me know the dress code for next Wednesday with your parents. I can be ready by about four thirty."
"Ok, assume suit and tie, and we can always have you take off the tie and jacket when we get there," she said. "Thanks for being so accommodating."
"No problem, eat here or somewhere else, it's no big thing," I said. "Besides, I love it when you dress up. You look very sexy and all woman."
"Alright, I should go," she said, looking at her watch. "Willow wanted to spend a few minutes with you before you left for New York, so she'll be here in five minutes. She's going to meet me at the stairway door so she can come up and I'll catch the elevator on her floor."
"Ok, I had a great first date with you," I told her as we stood up.
"As did I," she replied with a smile.
We kissed one last time by the door.
"Don't worry, I'm not a prude," she whispered in my ear. "I want you as much as I hope you want me."
"That much?" I asked with a grin. "I'm surprised you can walk out the door then."
"I'm surprised you kept your hands off my good parts," she replied before her tongue swirled around my ear.
She stepped away and opened the door, looking at me with a sexy grin.
"I'll see you in a week, Mike," she said before walking down the hall.
I stepped out to watch her sexy ass in those short shorts and she looked back to catch me looking. She wiggled her butt and laughed before opening the door for Willow. They whispered for a minute while looking back at me and then they hugged before Willow walked to me. She was in a tee shirt and shorts, almost as tight as Elizabeth's.
"Hey there beautiful," I said. "How was today's session?"
"Good, we got through one song, both the instrumental track and the vocals," she replied with a tired smile. "We stayed a bit longer to finish it off so I'm a bit tired."
"Well, I won't keep you long then," I told her as I gave her a hug and we went inside.
"Let's go sit outside, I've been cooped up inside all day," she suggested.
We each took a lounger out on the balcony and she told me more about her day.
"Vera is a very good manager," Willow stated. "She not only is a good organizer; she also has a very good musical ear. The song sounded so good when we put it all together, and that's even before we do any other editing and final mixing."
"That's great, I'm glad she's a big help," I responded. "How are Rach and Crystal?"
"Very good, they're enjoying it so far," she replied. "They like a couple of the session musicians already so it should get interesting."
"So, did Daphne come today?" I asked.
"Yes, and she brought a great lasagne for us," Willow answered. "It was so good and she did our laundry and cleaned the whole condo top to bottom. She did a great job. I want to pay for her work, Mikey."
"I'll handle it," I told her. "No use you spending money that you need for the band."
"That girl is got it bad for you, you know," Willow informed me.
"She's going to have to get over it because I can't handle you three let alone a forth woman," I told her. "She's one girl I'm just going to be a friend of."
"I guess I should be glad about that," she said. "So what should we do Monday evening?" she asked.
"Dinner here and you get to watch me do my homework," I said with a grin. "If you're lucky, you get five minutes of my time before I send you back downstairs."
"Oh, be still my beating heart," she said, holding her hands to her chest.
"I know, I know, five minutes is probably too long, but you'll just have to make sure you don't swoon," I responded with a straight face.
She laughed and came over and sat down on me, her back to my stomach.
"You are a funny guy," she said, leaning back to put her head beside mine as I put my arms around her. "Hmmm, this is nice."
"Very nice," I said into her ear. "So you're getting along with Elizabeth and Asuka?"
"Yes, we talk every day and make sure we're all on the same page when it comes to you," she replied. "Elizabeth looked gorgeous tonight; did you have a good time with her?"
"Yes, we had a nice dinner and got to know each other better," I told her. "I have to go meet her parents next week."
"That should be interesting, I bet they're going to be a bit stuffy and not be too thrilled about their only daughter dating you," Willow said. "At least Elizabeth isn't like that. She likes you for the right reasons."
"That's why I'm willing to go with her at least once to meet them," I told her. "So, what do you want to do on Monday evening?"
"Dinner and spend some time with you," she said with a grin. "However, next weekend I expect to have a proper night out, with you sweeping me off my feet for a romantic evening."
"Ok, I'll think about it and plan something out," I said. "I probably need to do it for the other two as well, something different for each of you."
"I'm sure they would appreciate it as much as I will," I she agreed. "This arrangement isn't the most romantic setup, so a little reminder that you care for us is nice."
"I care for all of you a lot, I hope you know that," I said, hugging her close. "I wish we could all spend more time together so you knew how much you meant to me."
"It's nice to hear it," she responded. "We made this agreement for practical reasons and kind of forced it on you. It's going to take time to get used to it."
"Hopefully everyone has some patience until we figure things out," I stated.
"Oh, don't worry about that," she replied. "None of us are going away for a couple months at least. Enough talking for now, I need a bit of attention if you're going away for a few days."
Willow turned around in my arms and planted a kiss on me, her tongue soon demanding entrance into my mouth. Our tongues wrestled for a bit in my mouth and then in hers as my hands travelled up and down her back. Her legs slipped to either side of me as she straddled my lower torso. I kept things tame for a while and she didn't' seem to want to go much further during our first make-out session.
"That was nice," she said, when she sat up a bit later.
"Very nice," I agreed. "You're a very good kisser."
"As are you," she replied with a smile. "And thank you for not moving too fast. I'm not experienced at all so it's nice to learn without the pressure of having to go all the way right away."
"Take all the time you want," I told her, rubbing her arms as she looked down at me. "I'm going to let you decide when to go further, if that's ok. I don't want to make you uncomfortable in any way."
"Thanks Mikey," she responded, leaning down to kiss me softly. "I want to learn everything with you so I won't be a prude about it, just slow. Hopefully Asuka and Elizabeth will keep you satisfied enough so that I'm not making you frustrated."
"Don't you worry about that at all," I assured her. "You go the pace you want and I'll appreciate every second with you."
That got me another smile and a hug before she eventually got up.
"I should go and get some rest," she said. "I find a good night's sleep is essential so we can start right away in the morning."
"Thanks for coming to visit me tonight," I said. "I can't wait until Monday."
"We'll all miss you," she said as we walked to the door.
"I hope the three of us spend some time together when I'm gone," I responded. "But you're all so busy yourselves so it won't be easy to find time."
"Oh, Elizabeth will drop in on her way to her parent's house and Asuka is close by," Willow responded. "We decided that we need to be good friends as well. Rach, Crystal and I spend so much time together during the week that we've decided to split up on the weekend so we don't get sick of each other. Elizabeth and Asuka are going to spend time with me, especially on Sunday."
"I'm glad to hear that," I told her.
"I'll see you Monday afternoon, unless you want some company Sunday evening if you get back at a decent hour," Willow said as we walked to the door.
"I'll let you know," I replied. "My flight lands at eight so I'll be back by nine. I might have some homework to finish up depending on how much spare time I have in New York."
"Ok, I'll be available if you want a bit of company to talk about your trip or just need a massage to relieve the tension of the trip," she informed me. "Have a safe trip and make sure you don't pick up any stray women for the weekend. If you expect us to be loyal, we expect you to be."
"I'll be good," I assured her. "There are always temptations but I've been pretty good at fending women off so it should be fine."
Willow got a worried look on her face and said, "I don't like the sounds of that. Should I take care of you tonight so you're not so tempted?"
"I'll be fine, Willow," I answered. "Don't look so worried. I don't like one night stands and I know what's waiting for me back here."
"You better, we're all counting on you and have put a great deal of effort into this," she told me as she came close.
She ran her hand down my chest to my abdomen until it was just above my shorts.
"Willow, don't do anything you're not ready for, just to ensure that I'm faithful," I told her. "I'll be good, I promise."
"Alright, but you're getting a reward when you get back," she said. "You're coming back to three women who will make sure that you don't have to stray, understand?"
"Ok, I'll look forward to whatever you come up with, but it will just be good to see you after a long weekend away from you," I said, leaning in and giving her a kiss.
Willow kissed me back with some passion and her hands pulled me tight again. Her whole body squeezed me tight and she made sure her chest and hips ground against me.
"Keep that up and I won't let you leave tonight," I told her.
"I'm just making sure you know what you have waiting for you," she replied with a grin. "Don't blow the opportunity you've wanted for years by sleeping with some tramp in New York. You wouldn't want some other man to be my first, would you?"
I growled a no out as I held her tight for a minute.
"I like your response," she said into my ear. "I want you so bad, Mikey. I'm yours as long as you want me, even if I have to share you with Asuka and Elizabeth. We won't be going too slow so just be a bit patient and we'll be together. I'll see you Sunday evening, ok?"
"Ok Willow," I said, leaning down to give her a kiss. "I can't wait to see you again Sunday night to get hugs like that again."
"You'll get a bit more that this," she promised. "I need to keep my man interested."
"I'm very interested," I assured her as my hands found her ass and squeezed it gently as I pulled her tight to me.
"Oh my," she said before she kissed me passionately.
"I suggest you try to get an early flight home," she told me with a sultry look on her face.
"I'll try," I replied.
"Good," she said before reluctantly stepping back. "I will see you Sunday Mikey. Have a safe trip."
"Ok, you be safe here as well, and call Asuka if anything bothers you," I told her.
"I will," she said. "Have a good sleep."
"You too," I said as I opened the door for her.
I walked her down to her floor and made sure she got into her condo. Once back inside mine, I packed up my suitcase as I was going to leave from the arena for the airport. I read for a bit and then hit the hay.
Thursday went by quickly with my normal routine. I was at the airport by five and in the air at six thirty, in first class. The flight was short and I was driving to Nassau County by eight in my rented Ford Mustang. I liked the power it had but wondered about it's drivability in the winter with rear wheel drive and so much torque to spin the back wheels on ice and snow. I guess I could use it as a summer car if I bought one.
I pulled into the Marriot by nine and parked in the lot before checking in with my suitcase and book bag. I was shown up to a nice suite and relaxed a bit before going to bed early after the long day.
Friday morning I met Stacey in the hotel restaurant for breakfast after working out in the hotel's exercise room.
"Morning Stacey," I said with a smile as she stood up from the table.
"Hi Mike, it's good to see you," she said with an answering smile. "How was your night?"
"Good, thanks for asking," I replied as we sat down. "How are you this morning?"
"I'm doing quite well, thank you" she replied. "They have very good breakfast here, and I know how much you like to eat."
"Good, because I'm starving," I remarked with a grin as I picked up the menu in front of me.
We placed our orders and then Stacey went over her proposed agenda for the next three days.
"After breakfast we'll do the tour of the Coliseum and meet some of the staff and management during our time there," she started. "We'll then take a drive to see Iceworks, which is the Islander's practice facility and have lunch with Mr. Snow and Mr. Wang. In the afternoon, we'll do a tour of Hofstra University, one of the best on Long Island and just down the road. This evening, Mr. Wang is hosting a party at his house on Long Island Sound that we're invited to."
"Sounds like a full day," I responded.
"It is," she agreed. "Tomorrow, we have an early photo session with John and Calvin and then we'll see some of the sights and a few of the neighbourhoods where you might find a place to live. After lunch, we'll drive to East Hampton and spend the rest of the day and night there. Sunday we can stay out there and enjoy the beaches and the atmosphere and then come back into town in the afternoon. When is your flight back to Detroit?"
"Six forty-five in the evening," I replied. "I should probably get to the airport by five pm to get through security."
"Ok, I'll make sure you're there on time," she said. "Is there anything you want to do while you're here?"
"Not really, you've covered what I wanted to see," I told her.
Our breakfast came very quick and we didn't dawdle over it. We walked over to the nearby Coliseum and entered the building. After a quick tour of the lower level where there were some restaurants, Stacey took me upstairs to look at some of the luxury boxes and where the idle players would watch the game. It was an impressive building, though a bit older than most.
After that, she showed me the locker room and other facilities for the Islanders. I met the trainer and a couple of his staff and they showed me around the training and treatment rooms. I was impressed with what they had, it was a step up from what I was used to.
As we walked out, Stacey commented, "Most of the players are back home, but a few might show up at the party tonight. John and Calvin should be there as well."
"Sounds good," I replied as we got into her car, a Ford Explorer.
It took us twenty minutes to get to their practice facility to the north of the Coliseum. The facility had one full pad and another half rink. She showed me through the locker room and everything was modern and in good shape.
We met Mr. Wang and Mr. Snow at a nearby restaurant and they stood up to greet me when we were shown to their table.
"Mr. Wang, Mr. Snow, it's a pleasure to see you again," I said, shaking each of their hands.
"Welcome to Long Island, Mike," Mr. Wang replied. "How was your trip in?"
"Fine, no problems," I replied.
"And your morning with Stacey?" Mr. Snow asked.
"Great, we did a tour of both facilities, which are impressive I must say," I told him.
"Well, the Coliseum is getting old, so we're hoping to get a new one built in a few years," Mr. Wang stated. "The Iceworks is state of the art though. Let's order some drinks and some food before we continue to talk, shall we?"
"Certainly," I replied.
I ordered my usual Diet Coke while the others had a cocktail of some sort. I decided on a porterhouse steak and Mr. Snow followed suit while Mr. Wang and Stacey had a stir fry.
"So, have you given some thought to what we talked about a couple weeks ago?" Mr. Wang asked once our order was in.
"I've given it a lot of thought and talked things over with friends and family and with Coach Benson," I told them. "I haven't made up my mind either way; I wanted to wait until after my visit here so I had as much information as I could to make an informed decision."
"Wise move," Mr. Snow stated. "We still have a couple months before the preseason starts, though we would like you in our rookie camp at the beginning of September."
"I'll be free from the first of September if I decide to go pro," I told him.
"Excellent," Mr. Snow replied.
"Is Stacey treating you well?" Mr. Wang asked.
"Of course, she has a full agenda planned for the weekend," I answered. "She's been very professional and informative."
"Good to hear it," Mr. Wang responded before turning to Stacey. "What are some of the things you have planned?"
"Right after lunch we tour the Hofstra University computer science department and then drive around to some of the sights before joining you at your house this evening," Stacey replied. "Tomorrow is the photo shoot with John and Calvin and then we'll look at some real estate in the area. After lunch, we'll head to East Hampton and stay the night. Sunday is relaxation time on the beach there and then we head back to get Mike to the airport for five pm."
"That is a full schedule," Mr. Wang stated. "Make sure Mike enjoys some down time when you can squeeze it in."
"Yes Sir," Stacey replied.
"Mike, you'll enjoy the tour of the university, my company hires grads from there and they are very capable after graduating from their program," Mr. Wang said. "I've sponsored some scholarships there so I made sure they had a great program before putting my name to them."
"I'm looking forward to it," I told him.
"You should have fun out in the Hampton's tomorrow evening and Sunday," Garth Snow added. "The weather is perfect and you're bound to run into some celebrities while you're there."
"I'll enjoy the sun, I don't get much time outside anymore," I commented.
We ate some appetizers while we waited for our entrees and we talked about some nice neighbourhoods within a half hour's drive from the Coliseum.
"You'll see some nice places on the way to my place out on the Sound this evening," Mr. Wang said. "Stacey, make sure you leave a little early so you can detour if you see something for sale out there."
"Yes Sir," Stacey replied.
"It's a wonderful area, not too crowded and still has some woods here and there," Mr. Wang continued. "The Sound is wonderful to look out on if you can find a house for sale on the water."
"It sounds great," I said. "I grew up surrounded by woods near a fresh water lake up in Northern Ontario."
"Normally we would have you live with one of our older veterans to help you adjust but since you've been out on your own for a year I think we can make an exception," Garth said. "You seem very mature for your age."
"From necessity," I explained. "It hasn't been easy but its second nature now. I don't have leisure time but that will come later."
"You have to make some time for fun," Mr. Wang said. "All work and no play isn't good for your health."
"I find the guys who take too much time for fun tend to be the one's watching from the bench or failing out of school," I explained. "Work hard now and play later when the others are still finishing was my father's saying."
"Wise man," Garth remarked.
"He was," I agreed.
Our entrees arrived and we ate in companionable silence for a few minutes.
"This is a very good steak," I complimented the food.
"This is one of the best restaurants in the State," Mr. Wang stated.
"I can see why," I agreed.
After we finished up, Garth excused himself to go to the washroom.
"How are you two getting along?" Mr. Wang asked.
"Fine, Stacey is very professional and I like how organized she's been," I told him. "I have no complaints at all."
"I'm glad to hear it," Mr. Wang. "Have the two of you spent time alone, so to speak?"
"We had dinner in brunch in Montreal and breakfast alone this morning," I replied, deliberately misreading his question.
"I meant intimately," Mr. Wang elaborated.
"Of course not, she's an employee of yours, that would be unethical and grounds for sexual harassment," I replied quietly. "Besides, my girlfriend would roast parts of my anatomy over a fire if I even contemplated that."
"I see," Mr. Wang said, looking at her with a frown. "Would you be interested in someone else perhaps?"
"No, Stacey is a beautiful and intelligent woman who is doing a great job being my personal coordinator," I replied. "That's all that I require from her."
"This is most unusual," Mr. Wang stated. "The others before you enjoyed the extra care their coordinators provided and everything was kept away from their girlfriends or wives. It has been my experience that it helps relieve stress and promotes a better working relationship."
"I'm happy to keep the relationship platonic and professional," I told him. "It's just less complicated that way."
"We'll talk more of this tonight," Mr. Wang said, spying Garth coming back from the washroom.
I shrugged and kept quiet.
"Alright, have a good tour of the computer science department," Mr. Wang said, getting up. "We'll see you two this evening."
We shook hands and the two of us left them there to continue to talk business.
"That didn't go too well at the end," I said.
"No, it didn't," Stacey agreed. "I expect I'll be replaced after this weekend."
"It won't help their case to sign me," I told her. "I'll make sure to tell them that. I'll even support you if you want to file a sexual harassment lawsuit against them."
"You'd do that?" she asked, surprised.
"Of course, they can't make you sleep with anyone and I won't sign with them if they get rid of you," I told her.
"You're an odd duck, that's for sure," she said as she shook her head.
I just shrugged and got into her Explorer. We drove back to the Coliseum and then on to the nearby University. The campus was nice, not on a par with U of M but decent. The computer science department was in a nice, fairly modern two storey Adam's hall and we were shown around by a graduate student. After the tour, I met with the department head and we went over some options for independent and part time study.
After I was done, we took a drive around the area and she showed me some of the sights while also driving by some of the closer subdivisions that had some houses for sale.
She dropped me off at the hotel and said she would be back in a couple of hours. I was to have a snack but there would be some food at the party.
"I won't even ask to come up," she said as she leaned on her car. "Listen Mike, tonight I want you to stick to cans of pop or closed water bottles and stay in the main room as much as you can."
"That bad, eh?" I asked.
"They're pretty desperate to get you here," she said. "I suspect that other women will be used to entice you, especially if I'm asked to go see Mr. Wang. Keep close to Garth Snow; he's not involved with any of this stuff."
"Thanks for the advice," I responded. "You might want to get it across the Mr. Wang that the more stuff he pulls with me or you, the less likely I'll go pro."
"I'll try but he probably won't listen," she said. "Just keep yourself clean and sober tonight and you should be clear for the weekend. We're staying in a small inn at East Hampton, so no one should bother us tomorrow night."
"You're not instilling a lot of confidence in these people," I told her. "Maybe I'll just pass on the party."
"Not a good idea if you want to play with them at some point," she suggested. "Just keep your wits about you and you'll be fine."
"Swell," I said as she got back in the car and drove off.
I went upstairs and crashed for an hour before ordering a clubhouse sandwich and fries from room service. After eating, I had a quick shower and got dressed in a casual sports jacket overtop of dress pants and shirt before meeting Stacey in the lobby. She was wearing a sleek, dark red dress that hugged her very gorgeous body and let her long legs be seen. Her hair was done up and she looked very much like a celebrity on the red carpet.
"Wow, pulling out the stops tonight, are we?" I asked with a grin.
"Mr. Wang isn't going to be able to say that I shirked my duty wearing this," Stacey replied with an answering grin. "Nobody he tries to replace me with is going to look any better tonight."
"I'll vouch for that," I agreed.
We walked out to her car and I helped her in the driver's seat, admiring her long legs.
"You can keep doing that all night," Stacey remarked once I got in. "It's good for my ego and might get him to rethink his next move."
"It won't be hard to do," I admitted. "You're looking very hot. If I wasn't already attached, I'd be sorely tempted."
"Thank you, it's good to hear I can turn even your head," she responded.
We drove in silence, except when she pointed out something of interest or took a quick detour to show me a house in different areas as we travelled north. Some were very nice and I wouldn't have a problem living in a couple of them. One had a fantastic view overlooking an inlet and was surrounded by trees on three sides and the cliff down to the water. They wanted three million for it but in this market they would probably take two and feel good about it. I put all the information down just in case I did turn pro, though with Mr. Wang's attitude, it didn't seem likely.
We had to park at the end of his driveway as it seemed half the county was at the party when we arrived.
"Remember, don't drink anything handed to you unless you open it yourself," she said. "If I'm called away, go find Garth and strike up a conversation because they'll try and get another woman attached to you. Don't leave with another woman or they'll set you up for something. And watch out for Chung; he's a nasty Chinese guy who does Wang's dirty work."
"You watch out for yourself as well, I don't want you wandering off either," I said. "You can do much better than this job. I'll find you something else to do. You should be able to walk into Calvin Klein and get hired immediately, especially with my referral."
"Ok, I'll take you up on that if you're serious," she responded. "Let's see how the weekend plays out and if it goes south, I'll quit as soon as soon as Monday."
"I'm always serious," I told her as we approached the door.
It opened and a small Chinese man in a white suit appeared.
"Stacey Bates and Mike Stewart," Stacey said to him.
"Yes, you are expected," he said. "Please come in."
He stepped aside and I followed Stacey into the house. After he shut the door, the man in the suit led the way down a hallway to a large open room, with windows along one side overlooking the Sound. The room was two storeys high with a stairway to the balcony overlooking the room on the second floor. The room was decorated in expensive white leather and modern art on the walls, each with its own spotlight. The floor was dark walnut buffed to a shine rarely seen in a house.
The room was crowded with people of all colours, ages and sizes. Everyone was well-dressed in suits or dresses and had the air of being very well off. The row of cars probably should have given that away as I had never seen more Italian sports cars in one place; not even at the Detroit Auto show in a good year.
"Mike, Stacey, I'm glad you could make it," Mr. Wang said loudly. "I must say you two look fabulous tonight."
"Thank you, Mr. Wang, but anyone would look good with Stacey by his side," I said with a grin. "I'm afraid you're going to have a fight on your hands if you take her away from me for business tonight."
"I wouldn't think of it, my dear boy," Mr. Wang said with a laugh. "Though I think I'm supposed to be immune to threats as owner of the team. You're supposed to want to beat up the opposition!"
"I'd tell them the same thing if you invited them!" I replied with a chuckle.
"This is my wife, Kim Wang," he introduced his wife.
"Mrs. Wang, it's a pleasure to meet you," I said.
"Welcome to our home, Michael" she said in accented English. "We're pleased you could make it to our party."
"Thank you for inviting me," I replied. "You have a wonderful home and the view is spectacular."
"Charles tells me Stacey has been showing you homes on the way out here," she continued.
"Yes, I saw a nice one overlooking the sound a few minutes away that I would be interested in if I decided to go pro in the fall," I told her.
"It is good you're not rushing into the decision," Mrs. Wang said. "I'm glad Charles suggested Hofstra University as an alternative instead of just abandoning your education."
"We toured the campus and the computer department this afternoon and I was impressed," I told her. "It doesn't make my decision any easier."
"I would worry if the decision was easy," she replied. "Nothing important in life is easy."
"Very true," I agreed.
"You two go get yourself a drink and mingle for a bit," Mr. Wang instructed. "Mr. Snow is around here somewhere and he'll introduce you around to some of the team and the management. I'll bring some of the other guests around to meet you later. There will be some food out in a while so enjoy and have some fun."
"Thank you, Mr. Wang," I said, with Stacey echoing my sentiment.
They walked away and Stacey led me to the bar. She ordered two Diet cokes and watched carefully as the bartender poured them into glasses filled with ice. After taking a sip, she guided us to the corner where John and Calvin were standing with their personal coordinators.
"Hey guys, some house eh?" I asked.
"It's something else," John agreed.
"So Mike, you going to go pro this year?" Calvin asked.
"Haven't decided yet," I told him. "I hadn't planned on it but I'm exploring both sides of the equation."
"We sure could use you," John admitted.
"As could the Wolverines," I replied. "It's not an easy decision to make. Money isn't the overriding factor."
"Lucky you," Calvin stated.
"I guess," I replied. "It just means I have other factors to consider, like education and loyalty to Michigan. You two have known for years that you would be playing hockey for a living while I've just been playing organized hockey for a year."
"That's why you got picked so low," Calvin said. "You should have been picked in the top five."
"That and the fact that I wasn't planning on turning pro for a couple of years," I added.
"Gentlemen, good to see you all in one place," Garth Snow said as he walked up with a pretty blonde by his side. "I'd like you all to meet my wife Jennifer. Jennifer, this is John Tavares, Calvin de Haas and Mike Stewart, our first three draft picks this year."
We exchanged greetings with her and shook both of their hands.
"Enjoying yourselves?" Garth asked.
"Yes Sir," John spoke up as Calvin and I nodded.
"Good to hear it, Mr. Wang throws a great party," Garth said. "I'll bring some of the guys over to be introduced during the evening. Have fun and we'll see you later."
We nodded and he and his wife moved on. John's coordinator whispered in his ear and he smiled and nodded.
"We're going to explore the house a bit," the blonde woman said with a grin. "You guys want to join us?"
Calvin and his coordinator nodded but I declined.
"Your loss," she said as they moved away.
Stacey and I found some seats at a small table near the windows overlooking the water.
"Smart move declining their invitation," Stacey whispered.
"I'm staying in view of the crowd as much as I can tonight," I told her. "So who are all these people?"
For the next half hour Stacey discreetly told me who was who amongst the guests. Most were New York businessmen who controlled various banks, hedge funds, fashion houses. She pointed out Calvin Klein for me so I could speak to him at some point in the evening. We people watched for a bit until Mr. Wang came by with a beautiful young Chinese woman.
"Mike and Stacey please meet my niece, Ling Wang," Mr. Wang said.
I stood up and shook her hand, saying, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Wang,"
"The pleasure is mine," she replied, in flawless English before turning to Stacey. "You're looking very beautiful this evening, Stacey."
"As are you Miss Wang," Stacey replied. "It's nice to meet you."
"I've asked Ling to show you around the house and the property while it's still light out," Mr. Wang stated. "There are many things to see."
"That would be nice," I said.
"Right this way then," Ling said. "We'll start outside and enjoy the sunset."
Stacey and I followed her outside through some patio doors and we walked by an in-ground pool and its separate change house. We heard moans coming from inside.
"Some of our guests enjoy some time with someone other than their significant others," Ling explained with a grin. "We're a bit more practical in that regard than Western society dictates."
We moved on without comment and walked along the cliff's edge overlooking the sound.
"It's beautiful out here," Stacey said as we looked out over the water.
"Yes it is," Ling agreed. "The view really sold the property for my uncle."
She led us to a large building and showed us the many exotic cars the family used to drive around in.
"This is my favourite," she said, proudly showing off an Austin Martin convertible. "It's the same as the James Bond one in the last movie."
"Very nice," I told her as I admired the sleek lines.
She led the way to some stairs leading down.
"This was a cool feature that was already here when Uncle bought the place," she said, opening a door.
It opened up into a passage way that was lit with lights every thirty feet or so.
"It's an old smuggler's tunnel back to the house," Ling explained. "Now we use it to get to the cars in the winter time."
"Very convenient," I said as we walked back to the house underground.
A couple minutes later, she opened the door at the other end and put a finger to her lips. We entered a small room with another door on the opposite side. Ling opened the door quietly and looked out on the hallway. She waved us forward and then opened the first door on the left and quickly had us in and the door shut behind us.
She turned on a dim light and led us to a window. She fiddled with a switch and we heard sounds coming from speakers on either side of the window. The room we were looking at was also dim but we could see and hear two couples going at it. When our eyes adjusted, we saw it was John and Calvin with their coordinators, with both girls bent over the back of a couch.
"Well, this is rather naughty," Stacey said with a grin. "I'm surprised you're showing us this."
"Either one of you is smarter than the four of them combined," Ling said. "While this has provided entertainment and sometimes suitable video to persuade reluctant business partners, we knew pretty early that Mike wasn't going to play along. Mr. Carroll warned my Uncle about trying anything funny with Mike and luckily he heeded his advice. Neither of you seemed surprised to see this."
"So again, why show us this?" I asked.
"Just thought you might be interested," she replied with a grin. "They are quite energetic, don't you agree?"
The two girls seemed to be enjoying their work with the two guys so I just shrugged.
There was another steel door through what I would have thought was the outer wall of the basement. She punched in a code and the door opened with a hiss.
"Shall we continue the tour?" she asked with a smile.
"This doesn't look like something we need to see or know about," I said, not willing to get locked behind that door. "I think we'll head upstairs by the normal route if you don't mind."
"You're a singularly incurious man, Michael Stewart," Ling commented. "It merely leads to the shaft down to the cave at the bottom of the cliff where the smugglers would unload the contraband."
"That's ok, no need to see that then," I said, moving towards the other door.
"A big man like you scared to get trapped with a little woman like me?" she asked with a smirk.
"I have a very healthy respect for little oriental women," I replied. "You move much too gracefully not to be dangerous."
"Only an expert would know of such things," she said, her eyes suddenly piercing. "There is more to you than meets the eye."
"As with you," I responded. "Let's get back upstairs and we'll leave if you don't mind."
"No need to leave so soon, you're perfectly safe," she assured us as she shut the steel door. "The food hasn't even been served yet."
She led the way back out into the hall and past the room with the two couples in it. I was expecting someone to rush out of the other doors along the hallway and wasn't surprised when a Chinese man came out of the room at the end of the hallway and waited for us. He was well built for an oriental and his face, while impassive, would scare most normal men and women.
"That's Chung," Stacey whispered.
"Ah, Chung, so good of you to join us," Ling said with a smile.
Chung bowed his head slightly and stayed quiet.
"Michael, I wanted you to meet Chung, he deals with any issues that we can't resolve by other means," Ling said, still pleasant.
"And Stacey and I are one of those issues?" I asked with a grin.
"Not at this moment," she replied, looking at me with a puzzled expression.
"So he's what you use to scare the women you use in your dealings," I said. "I can see where would do a good job of that. I gather I'm supposed to be scared as well?"
"Chung is very good at his job," Ling stated. "For someone so smart, I'm surprised you're not more careful right now."
"Am I supposed to be so scared that I sign the worst possible contract and turn pro tonight?" I asked.
"The contract would be the best possible one," Ling replied.
"I see," I said with a grin. "I suppose Chung knows all sorts of martial arts that will have me on the floor writhing in pain after a couple of seconds?"
"I'm afraid he does," she said in mock sadness.
"Is this really your Uncle's plan to get me to go pro right away?" I asked.
"Oh no, this one's mine," she grinned back. "His was just to get you and Stacey on camera and shame you into signing."
"Well, you're both a bit batty, if you don't mind me saying," I told her. "I'm afraid I won't be signing any contract tonight or anytime soon."
I took off my sports jacket and handed it to Stacey, all the while looking at Chung and keeping one eye on Ling.
"Ok, let's see these moves of his," I said.
"Michael, this isn't necessary, you really should just sign the deal," Ling said. "Chung won't leave a visible mark on you but you'll be in agony for days and Stacey will be as well after he's done with you. You'll sign your first born away quick enough once he starts on her."
"So be it, but if he's out of the picture, I'm sure you're going to be doing a bit of screaming down here as well," I told her.
She just shook her head and motioned Chung forward. The man's expression never changed as he moved like a cat stalking his prey. I stood with my arms at my sides, hoping my training with Asuka made my reflexes fast enough to surprise him. I had no idea how good he was but the marks on his face told me he survived some pretty deadly fights.
When he got close I put up my hands in a classic boxer's stance, hiding my martial arts lower body readiness by moving my arms around like a crude boxer. I saw a slight contemptuous look briefly cross his face before he tried to split my arms and attack my stomach with a quick punch.
I blocked the punch to the side and counter attacked with an elbow to the side of the head and then a knee to the diaphragm as he staggered from the first blow. He bent over slightly and lowered his guard for a split second, allowing me to connect at the same location on the back of his jaw with another elbow. We all heard the bones snap and Chung went down on the floor in a heap.
I looked at Ling who backed away from Stacey and I.
No use running away, Ling," I said. "You have some explaining to do to your Aunt and Uncle. Stacey, go have Mr. and Mrs. Wang come down here please."
"Yes Sir!" she said and quickly scooted by Chung's body.
Ling looked around with wild eyes but stayed where she was until the three of them came back.
"What is the meaning of this?" Mr. Wang asked sharply.
"Your niece thought she could intimidate me with Chung here and had him attack me," I told him. "He wasn't as good as she thought he was. She wanted me to sign a pro contract tonight or both I and Stacey would be in agony until I did. I'm sure you have cameras that can verify what happened here if you don't believe me."
I looked up at the small domes at either end of the hallway to make my point.
Mr. Wang looked at his niece with a very angry look on his face and Ling looked down to the ground in shame.
"This is most unfortunate, Mr. Stewart," Mr. Wang said, trying to control his voice. "This was not sanctioned by me in any way."
"That's what she said, though she did show me the room with a window set up to catch the other two having sex with their coordinators," I told him. "That I know is your idea. I'm afraid I'm going to have to get the authorities involved in this."
"Let's not be hasty," Mr. Wang replied quickly. "I'm sure we can come to a mutual agreement to settle this matter without any official action taking place."
"Such as?" I asked warily.
"A payment to an offshore account to both of you," he said.
"I don't want your money," I said with distain, pulling out my phone. "I'm afraid this relationship is no longer viable. I'm sure the authorities will find other things here that they would be interested in."
Mrs. Wang stepped in and said, "How about a trade to another team of your choice, a very generous severance package for Miss Bates and a glowing letter of recommendation. You have our promise to get rid of this person and to discipline our niece harshly. No further repercussions will be taken ever against either of you or your family or friends. We'll make a donation to the charity of your choice of a million dollars annually. And we'll do anything else you deem necessary to keep this private."
"Any film or pictures or other recordings of those two in there or any other players are to be destroyed and the practice and any other underhanded or immoral activities to be permanently halted," I said. "Any other women involved in that type of activity to be compensated and either given a generous severance package or new duties."
"Agreed," she said.
"Chung and/or your niece must never attempt to seek revenge against us or our families," I stated.
"This thing will disappear and our niece will never attempt to grow an original idea ever again," Mrs. Wang said sharply.
"I'm not hearing anything from Mr. Wang or Ling agreeing with you," I stated.
She looked at him and said something in Chinese.
"I agree to everything stated here," he said before shouting at his niece.
"I agree not to seek revenge or harm either of you or your friends or family, ever," Ling said in English.
"If Stacey or I, or our families or friends are harmed or disappear, much more dangerous friends of mine will remove you and all of your family from the public eye less than a day later," I told them. "People who taught me how to do that and so much more will find you wherever you are, I kid you not. Everyone will disappear forever. Live up to your end of the bargain and this stays between us. Do we have a deal?"
"We do," he said, coming forward to offer his hand.
I shook it and looked him in the eye, and said, "Alright, we have a deal."
Mr Wang nodded and then shouted at Ling to get Chung out of the hallway out of sight. Stacey helped pull him into a side room while we watched either end of the hall for observers. They had just come back when John and Calvin and their two ladies came out of the room down the hall. The five of us put on happier faces.
"We were just watching some TV away from the crowd," John said.
"I'm glad you're enjoying your time here," Mrs. Wang replied as they walked by. "I think the food is getting served if you're hungry."
"I'm starved," Calvin said with a grin.
They sped up and rounded the corner before we spoke again.
"What team?" he asked.
"Detroit," I said. "You can tell them that I'm going to stay at Michigan at least one more year and you can't wait for me that long. I think a fair compensation would be a second round next year and maybe a minor league defenceman. I'd appreciate it if it was done now as well as with Stacey's compensation so she can move on. The other girls can be done in the next week or two and you can inform Stacey and me so that we can verify it."
"And the charity?" he asked.
"Would you be agreeable to an equal split between the Canadian and US Cancer Society?" I asked.
"That will be fine," he agreed.
"Then if you will instruct Mr. Snow to make the call to Mr. Holland, I'll listen in and then you can give Stacey a check and we'll be on our way," I said.
They both nodded and, after sending Ling up the stairs first, went up with us following. Ling came back with Mr. Snow. Mr. Wang, Mr. Snow and I went into Mr. Wang's study.
"Garth, Mike and I had a talk just now and he's decided to stay in school for at least one year," Mr. Wang stated. "I've decided to trade him for a minor league defenceman and maybe a second rounder in next year's draft. Can you call up Ken Holland and see if he'll make a deal tonight. Mike and I would like to get it finalized quickly."
"Are you sure Charles?" he asked. "Maybe we should sit on it for a couple of days to let emotions die down."
"Normally I would take your advice to heart Garth, but in this instance I'm going to have to insist that you do as I say," he said. "We'd like to get this over tonight if possible."
"You're the boss," Garth replied and pulled out his phone and searched for Holland's number.
"Ken, Garth Snow here, sorry to call so late on a Friday evening, but I've got a deal that I think you'll jump on," Garth said.
"Mike Stewart has informed Mr. Wang that he won't be going pro for at least a year and we would like to get someone here to help this year," Garth said. "Do you have a good minor league defenceman you could trade for him and as well as a second round pick in next year's draft?"
"Paul Jones?" Garth repeated. "Give me a second to look him up."
Mr. Wang already had a laptop booted up and he typed in his name. Garth and Mr. Wang looked him over and agreed.
"Ok, he's good, and Detroit's second rounder next year?" Garth asked.
"Ok, we have a deal," Garth stated. "I'll do the paperwork in the morning and you can announce it on Monday after it goes through. Sound good?"
"You're welcome, you're getting a great guy and I think the steal of the draft," Garth said. "You owe me the next time we do a deal."
"Good enough; have a good weekend Ken," he said before he hung up.
"It's done," Garth said with a sigh.
"Thanks Garth, I appreciate what you got for him," Mr. Wang said.
"Mike, I'm sorry to see you go, I think you'll be a great player in a few years," Garth said.
"Thanks Mr. Snow," I replied. "It was nice to have met you."
We shook hands and he left the room. Mrs. Wang and Stacey came in before the door shut as Mr. Wang pulled out his check book.
"Is a hundred thousand enough?" he asked, looking at both of us.
Stacey nodded so I agreed.
He made out the check and handed it to her after ripping it out of the book.
"Mrs. Wang and I will destroy the film and video of everyone and then compensate any and all parties involved until she is satisfied," Mr. Wang said. "Trust me, she'll be very thorough."
Mrs. Wang spoke harshly in Chinese for a few seconds and then turned to us and said, "I will make sure that you have no reason to worry about a thing with our family. I appreciate your kindness in this matter and either of you are welcome to inspect this house or ask questions of any employee of ours if you wish to investigate further. Chung will disappear and our niece will find herself in the lowest position I can find for her. You can visit at any time to check her status."
"Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Wang, I believe you have met the initial items of your side of the deal satisfactory, and we will hold our side of the deal," I said. "We'll take our leave of you now. I will set up instructions should it be found you had any involvement with us or our families or friends. I'm sincerely hoping you heed my warning."
"No one will ever harm you or your families," Mr. Wang said. "You have our word."
"I'm glad to hear it," I said. "Goodbye."
"Goodbye," he replied.
Stacey and I left the study and quickly left the house. I pulled out my phone and quickly dialled Asuka's number.
"Michael, how is your visit going?" she asked.
"It hit a major snag as I'm going to explain," I said.
I hit the main points as we walked down the long driveway.
"So you're our insurance until I can get something to my friends across the pond tomorrow," I said.
"It sounds like they won't bother you but of course I'll avenge you should they succeed," she said calmly. "Now what are you going to do with this Stacey?"
"I'll see if Mr. Carroll will give her a job tomorrow," I replied. "I'm not going to go to the Hamptons now so I'll fly back tomorrow."
"Ok, that's fine on both accounts," she said. "I'll let Elizabeth and Willow know what's up and we'll see you hopefully tomorrow afternoon. Remember not to let Stacey thank you, that's our job. You're going to have three happy women here now that you're staying in the area."
"All right, I'll see you tomorrow sometime," I said and then hung up.
"Ok, she'll handle things if they try anything," I told her.
"I guess that's the best we can do tonight," she said as she unlocked the car. "Stay back and let me start the engine."
"Stacey, let me do it, they wouldn't have had time to do anything," I said.
She slipped in and started it up and nothing happened but the normal engine sounds. I got in and she grinned at me before driving away.
"You really took that guy out fast," she said once we were on the main road back to the hotel.
"He underestimated me, that was all," I told her. "Asuka is much better than he was so I'm used to fast attacks."
"Well, thank you for saving us and getting such a great settlement," she said. "Do you think I'll get a job at Calvin Klein's?"
"Of course you will, you're good at what you do, you're smart and gorgeous," I told her. "Just remember not to let anyone push you around or make you do anything you don't want to. The people at CK know not to screw around with my friends."
"So Asuka warned you not to let me thank you properly, right?" she asked with a grin.
"Correct, so unless you want me to end up like Chung and you to end up like Ling, I suggest you put that out of your head," I told her.
"Fine, but I owe you big time," she responded.
"You can keep an eye out for me at CK," I said. "Katie and I needs eyes and ears here when she's out on the road with me or the band."
"You got it, it's the least I can do," she agreed.
"Good, now let's find a bank you can deposit that check in before they decide not to honour it," I said.
"Good idea," she agreed and drove right to her bank, luckily still open late on a Friday evening.
I went in with her and she got it deposited and took out some cash before she drove me home.
"Mike, thank you so much for everything," she said. "I'd hug you right now if I could."
"You're welcome and thanks for the warnings," I told her. "Pick me up at eight and we'll drive into New York and I'll see if I can get you an interview before I head home."
"Sounds good, have a good night," she said before I got out.
I went up to my room and got out of my clothes before collapsing on my bed. I woke up a half an hour later when my phone rang.
"Is it true?" Elizabeth asked excitedly.
"Yes, I am laying here in just my underwear," I said.
"That wasn't the question but I like the answer," she said with a laugh. "I hope that Stacey isn't there."
"Nope, I'm all alone, missing you and the others," I replied.
"So, did you really get traded to Detroit?" she asked.
"Yep, but you can't say anything until after it's announced," I told her.
"Oh, I am so happy right now," she told me. "I can't wait to see you tomorrow. When are you back?"
"I'll call and see what I can do once we're done here," I said. "I'm driving into Manhattan with Stacey at eight to get her an interview at CK and then she can drop me off at the nearest airport."
"Why are you getting her an interview there?" she asked.
"Because she helped me out today by warning me early, and she's out of a job now," I said. "I help friends and she's a friend, only a friend."
"Ok, I'm sorry for being a jealous bitch," she responded. "We're acting like you feel about us with another guy. It makes us a bit crazy to think about you with another woman."
"I understand, and I'm trying my best to limit things so you don't have to worry," I said. "So where are you now?"
"I'm at my parent's house," she said. "They pausing the movie for me so I better let you go soon. I wish I could tell them about you and what happened."
"You can tell them who you're dating and that I have some good news to share next week," I told her. "Next week we can talk about the trade and the Olympic camp after they're announced."
"Ok, thanks Mike," she said happily. "Listen, I know it's early for this, but I really like you a lot and can't stop thinking about you. I hope you'll feel the same about me in time."
"Elizabeth, I like you very much and I think about you a lot as well," I said. "Maybe we can all get together tomorrow or Sunday."
"I'd love that," she replied. "Let us know when you'll be back so we can meet up with you."
"I will, tomorrow morning," I told her. "Enjoy your movie and I hope your parents won't be too disappointed in me."
"I think they'll be happy once they find out you're going to play for Detroit," she said. "They won't be happy about the Michigan thing but nobody's perfect."
"You're pretty darn close, Elizabeth Eleanor Ford," I said in a low voice. "Have a good night my dear."
"Oh, another few sentences like that and I'll have to have a shower to clean up," she said in a sexy voice. "You're going to get so lucky very soon."
"I'm already very lucky but I can't wait to see you," I replied. "Good night darling."
"Good night Mike," she said before hanging up.
I called information and got the number for American Airlines and then called them and changed my ticket for tomorrow at two. I emailed all three ladies so they could make plans. I turned in early and fell asleep soon after my head hit the pillow.
Saturday morning I was up early and was done my workout and checked out by quarter to eight. I met Stacey looking smart in a dress that showed off her assets without looking anything but professional.
"Are you hungry?" I asked.
"No, I'm too nervous to eat," she said.
"Relax, you'd have to confess to hating babies not to get a job offer," I told her. "You look great and I know you can do anything they need."
"Ok, thanks Mike," she said, taking a deep breath. "Mr. Wang sent me an email with a very nice recommendation letter, explaining my release due to lack of work rather than any issues with my performance."
"Good; I'll add to that when we get there," I told her.
We got into her car and drove into the city, luckily the traffic being very light on a Saturday morning. We parked in a nearby parking garage and walked into the head office around nine-thirty. I had deliberately not called ahead to see if they would treat me a tad better than last time. I was in good casual clothes but nothing fancy when we approached the desk.
"Hello," I said when the receptionist looked up.
"Hello, you look a lot like our Mike Stewart, model extraordinaire," she said with a smile.
"Guilty as charged," I said, looking at her nametag. "Cindy, is Mr. Carroll available this morning or if not, someone in human resources?"
"I'm not sure if Mr. Carroll is in, he didn't walk by me this morning," she said. "Let me buzz him for you, Mr. Stewart. If not, I'll see who can see you in human resources or in upper management. If you'll take a seat, I'll let you know as soon as I can. Would either of you like some coffee or anything else?"
"Water would be great," I said, looking at Stacey who nodded.
"Two waters coming up," she said.
We took a seat and watched as Cindy burned up the phone lines. A minute later, a gorgeous young woman, very tall and dressed in a short skirt and blouse, brought two water bottles on a tray and Cindy pointed over to us.
"Mr. Stewart, it's so nice to see you here this morning," she said with a smile. "I'm Tracy and I'll be taking care of you this morning."
"Good morning Tracy, please call me Mike," I said. "This is Stacey Bates, a good friend of mine."
"It's a pleasure, Miss Bates," Tracy said. "You look gorgeous this morning. Mr. Stewart has an eye for beauty."
"Thank you Tracy," Stacey said with a blush. "You're very beautiful as well."
"Thank you Miss Bates," Tracy said. "I'm just starting out in the modelling field but I hope to get in some ads soon."
"I think it's safe to say you have what it takes," I told her. "Keep up the good attitude and the smile and I'm sure you'll be moving up soon enough."
"Thank you for the vote of confidence, Mr. Stewart," she said. "Would either of you care for some breakfast or something lighter?"
"Not right now," I replied. "I think we'll be too busy in a second."
I looked over to see no less than four people bearing down on us. Stacey and I stood up and waited for their arrival.
"Hello, Mr. Stewart, I'm Terry Sanders, VP of Marketing," a tall, skinny man said, offering his hand.
"Terry, it's nice to meet you," I said, shaking his hand. "This is Stacey Bates, a good friend of mine."
They shook hands.
"I was in town and when Stacey told me that she had just been laid off, I immediately thought that she would be a great fit here," I said. "I thought we would just drop in and see who was around. I gather Mr. Carroll isn't in."
"No, but I'll be happy to get Miss Bates set up in an interview immediately," Terry said, looking around at the other three, "ah, Miss Vincent, just the person to handle that. Mr. Stewart, this is our Human Resources manager, Cathy Vincent."
"Cathy, it's a pleasure to meet you," I said. "This is Stacey Bates, until very recently a very good personal coordinator for the New York Islanders. I believe she would make a very good coordinator or could fit in many other roles here if there are any openings."
"We can certainly interview her immediately and see where we can use her talents," Miss Vincent said.
"Excellent, I'll leave her in your capable hands," I said with a smile at the two of them.
Stacey thanked me and then shook Miss Vincent's hand before being led away by her and the two others.
"Terry, what do you know about this wonderful young lady here?" I asked, indicating Tracy.
"I'm afraid I don't know a thing except that she is a very lovely young lady," he said apologetically.
"I think I'll take her and have someone take a few pictures of us together, if you don't mind?" I asked.
"Of course not, Mr. Stewart," Terry said. "Let me get Cindy working on finding a studio and a photographer."
Tracy looked bewildered as Terry went over to the receptionist.
"What's going on, Mr. Stewart?" she asked.
"I have some spare time to kill, so since you've been so polite and kind this morning, I thought we could take a few pictures together," I told her.
"Really?" she asked looking excited.
"Really, really," I said in a horrible Scottish accent.
"Cool," she said with a grin.
"Wow, you're a tall one," I said to her. "How tall are you?"
"Five eleven," she said.
"And how old are you?" I asked.
"Eighteen," she replied.
"So what are you doing here today?" I asked.
"I intern here every Saturday, doing anything they need me to do," she said. "Sometimes they need me to do be part of a group of girls in a photo shoot but mostly I fetch things and help in any way people need."
"Well, I think they'll see who they have after today," I said as I walked with her to the desk.
"Any luck Terry?" I asked.
"We seem to be very slim on photographers this morning," he said. "We have one who's busy with four models for an important shoot for Mr. Klein."
"How about an intern or an assistant?" I suggested. "I just want a few pictures with Tracy here."
"I'm sure we can find someone," Terry said, turning back to Cindy.
"Tracy and I will head up to find a studio," I said.
"There is an open one on the second floor, Room 210, with a bunch of clothes ready for Monday's photo shoot," Cindy said as we walked by.
"Thanks Cindy," I said as we started up the stairs.
Tracy and I found the room and I had her look through some of the clothes while I checked out the backgrounds. I dialled through until I found an office scene and set it up.
"Ok, I picked an office scene first so what you're wearing is fine for the first photos," I told her. "Then you can pick a couple more business outfits or dresses."
A young man came in with a bag on his shoulder a couple minutes later.
"Hey, I'm Mike and this is Tracy," I said with a grin.
"I'm Stan," he said.
"Are you ready to take some photos of us Stan?" I asked.
"Um, I guess so," he said.
"Stan, let's see a bit more enthusiasm," I suggested. "This might be Tracy's big break and it can be yours as well."
He looked at Tracy and then at me and clearly straightened up and nodded at me.
"Tracy lets get practice a couple of poses while Stan gets ready," I suggested.
I helped her positioning on three or four standard poses until Stan was done with the light setup and had his camera ready. He came up to us and did a quick check of our hair and Tracy's makeup before starting taking pictures from different angles.
It took a few minutes for both of them to warm up and get comfortable. After that Stan got Tracy to lighten up and start posing like a woman enjoying herself. We had Tracy change into a sexy dress and we posed again. She got creative a bit with her poses as she moved in close to me.
Her third outfit was a mini skirt and see through blouse showing a lacy bra. Stan had her put her hair up and then started shooting us, making sure Tracy posed sexily. He had me take off my shirt and she did a few poses facing me and then the camera.
Her final outfit was nothing but a man's shirt that showed off her long legs. Her blonde hair was let down and Stan had me take off my pants to be in just my underwear. She posed cutely and then sexily until Stan finally ended the shoot.
Several people had watched from the doorway and the window and gave us a mini-ovation. Tracy had a big smile on her face as I put on my pants and shirt. She went behind the screen and got back into her own clothes.
"Great job you two," I told them.
"Thanks Mike for doing this with us," Tracy said. "Even if they don't use the pictures, we both got some great experience working with you."
"You're quite welcome," I said. "I'm pretty sure they will use the pictures if they turned out. What do you think Stan?"
"Oh, definitely, you both looked great," Stan said. "I'll download them now and we can look at them if you like."
"That would be cool," Tracy said happily.
I moved over to Terry who had a big grin on his face.
"You two looked very good together," he said. "I hope he got some good shots because it sure looked great from here."
"I hope so too, Terry," I said. "Thanks for helping get this set up. I trust you'll get them to the proper people so they'll get used rather than filed away."
"Definitely," he assured me. "Mr. Carroll will want to see them as well as Katie. She's going to be pissed she wasn't here."
"She needs time off now and again," I stated.
"Is Stacey done yet?" I asked.
"Let's go find out," he replied and led the way up to the third floor.
We found her with Cathy Vincent filling out some paperwork.
"So how did it go?" Terry asked, a bit anxiously.
"We're filling out her employee information as we speak," Cathy said with a smile. "Stacey will start out as a model coordinator to learn the ropes and we'll move her up the ladder as quickly as she can absorb the lingo and learn a bit about fashion. She has excellent people skills as well as organizational and computer expertise."
"Fantastic," Terry said.
"Yes, it sounds like a perfect fit for both sides," I added.
"Thank you everyone for giving me a chance," Stacey said. "I'll work real hard to learn the fashion industry and help take care of the models."
"You're welcome," Cathy said. "Welcome to Calvin Klein."
"We'll meet you in room 210 when you're done here, Stacey," I told her and left when she nodded.
Terry and I walked in and got to look over Stan's shoulder as he scrolled through the pictures he took.
"Wow, those look really good," Terry said. "I'm sure we can use a bunch of those."
"I think we have a new model and a new photographer," I said with a smile.
"I'd have to whole heartedly agree," Terry added. "I'll make sure they get both get promoted on Monday."
"Stan, you better email those to Terry and he can forward them to Katie and Mr. Carroll," I suggested.
"I'll copy them to a zip drive," Stan said, digging one out of his case.
Five minutes later, Stacey and I said our goodbyes, after I suggested that Stacey and Tracy might work well together.
"Mike, thank you so much for what you did for me today and yesterday," she said as we walked to the parking garage. "I'm going to move into the city if I can find a place to share with someone."
"Ask Katie if she knows anyone looking for a roommate," I suggested.
"I'll do that," she replied as we climbed up the stairs to the right floor where we left the car. "I can't believe you helped both Tracy and that young photographer today as well. You're a pretty great guy."
"I am, aren't I?" I asked with a grin. "I'm sure you're going to do well and with you looking after her, I think Tracy will become a top model as well."
"I'll do my best to make it happen," she stated as we got into her car.
We talked a bit more as she drove to LaGuardia Airport. Stacey gave me a hug and a kiss when she dropped me off and promised to keep in touch. The flight home wasn't too long and I was back at the condo by four.
"Welcome Home!" a chorus of female voices shouted when I opened the door.
Asuka, Elizabeth and Willow were all there, dressed in Red Wing Jerseys over short skirts with high heels on. Their hair was all up and they looked very sexy.
"Wow, you three look fantastic!" I said with a big smile. "That's it; this is the required welcome back dress code from now on."
They all laughed and came to give me hugs and kisses after I put my suitcase down. Each of them was very passionate with their welcome home greeting.
"I could get used to that real quick," I said as I slipped off my shoes. "I'm very happy to see the three of you getting along so well."
"And we're very happy that you're staying so close for the foreseeable future," Elizabeth responded.
"As am I," I agreed. "It's a dream come true in more ways than one."
They pulled me to the couch and had me go over the last two day's events in more detail.
"You sure get in a lot of trouble when you're by yourself," Willow said. "Maybe it's not such a good idea to let you travel alone. Or go to New York either."
The three of them looked at each other and probably were communicating telepathically by the way they nodded after a few seconds.
"Ok, that was scary," I said, looking at the three of them. "You shouldn't be doing that already."
"Doing what?" Asuka asked innocently.
"Communicating so well without talking," I answered.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Michael," she said, shaking her head. "So, we want to celebrate with you tonight."
"We want to go out to dinner and then dancing," Elizabeth stated.
"Somewhere fancy," Willow added.
"You can't go to a fancy restaurant wearing those jerseys, as nice as you look in them," I told them.
"We know that silly," Elizabeth said. "Go have a quick shower and get into the clothes we laid out and we'll be ready when you are."
"Yes Ma'am," I said, getting up.
I looked down at the three beauties and my eyes wandered to their sexy legs, bare up to a few inches below their lovely charms. They didn't seem to mind me staring as they were all grinning at me when I looked at their faces.
"See something you like?" Elizabeth asked with a smirk.
"Six sexy legs, three gorgeous faces and six mesmerizing eyes," I replied.
They smiled up at me and it was like the sun came out from behind the clouds.
"Wow, you can't all do that at the same time; my heart can't take it," I said, holding my chest.
They looked at each other and grinned again.
"Go shower, Michael, Elizabeth made reservations and we have to drive a bit," Asuka told me. "You can stare at us all night."
"Yes Ma'am," I said, shaking my head to clear it.
I walked down the hall and heard them giggling behind me. I was nice to hear them getting along. I had a quick shower and dressed in the light grey suit they picked out for me. They were still on the couch when I came back out.
"Oh Mikey, you look very handsome," Willow said.
"Very studly," Asuka added.
"Very debonair," Elizabeth put her two cents in.
"And you three haven't changed yet," I noted.
They held up their hands and I helped them up off the couch. Once standing, they pulled off their jerseys to show clingy blouses that showed added to their sexiness while still being elegant enough for any restaurant.
"Ladies, you look simply the most beautiful women in the world to me," I said, looking at each of them. "I don't deserve to be this happy."
"Nonsense, you've earned this and more," Willow said. "Now you better feed us soon or you'll see the ugly side of us."
"You three don't have an ugly side, corner, edge or point on you," I replied as I led the way to the door.
I slipped on my good shoes and asked if they needed jackets but they declined. We piled into my SUV and Elizabeth directed me to the city of Troy and The Capital Grille in the Somerset mall. There were several small groups in the front bar and we earned looks as we entered. Elizabeth strode forward confidently and approached the hostess.
"Good evening," the lady said.
"Good evening," Elizabeth replied. "Reservation for four under Elizabeth Ford."
"Yes Miss Ford, welcome back to The Capital Grille," the hostess said with a smile. "Your table is waiting for you. Henry will lead the way."
"Thank you," Elizabeth said before we followed the young man to our table in the crowded restaurant.
I didn't know much about the restaurant but even I recognized some of the people in the crowd, mostly from newscasts. These were movers and shakers of industry and politics in the state as well as some sports and other celebrities.
"Very fancy," I said.
"They have the best steaks in the State here," Elizabeth said. "It's expensive but we're celebrating so what the hell."
"I like your attitude, young lady," I told her.
The girls all had wine while I stuck with sparkling water. We ordered a large seafood appetizer while we perused the menu further for our entrees. I ended up going with the Porterhouse steak while the girls each chose different and smaller entrees.
"To Michael, congratulations on two great pieces of news in the last week," Elizabeth said, holding her glass up. "We are so proud of what you've already accomplished and we promise to support you to achieve even greater heights in all your endeavours."
Hear, hear," Willow said with a grin.
"Excellently put," Asuka added. "To Michael!"
I smiled and gently tapped my glass to theirs before we each had a sip.
"Thank you ladies, I'm honoured to have three wonderful women who care so much for me," I responded. "I'm just as proud of each of your accomplishments, your beauty and your intelligence. It's a pleasure to have you in my life and I hope we can be together for years to come."
"We feel the same way about you, Mikey," Willow replied.
Our appetizer tray came to the table with lobster, shrimp, crab and scallops as well as other normal appetizers and we dug in hungrily.
"Elizabeth, is that you?" an older man asked, with a lady by his side.
"Uncle Albert, Aunt Harriet," Elizabeth said with a big smile as she stood up.
They hugged each other and then Elizabeth made the introductions as I stood up.
"These are my very good friends, Willow and Asuka and our date for the evening, Mike Stewart," Elizabeth said.
"It's nice to meet you," her Uncle said to us.
I shook their hands.
"My, you're a big fellow," her Aunt said.
"He plays hockey for the dreaded Wolverines," Elizabeth said. "He also takes Graduate courses in Computer Science as well."
"Good for you," Aunt Harriet said. "Smart and athletic and very handsome. You better keep him close ladies."
"Oh, we will," Willow said with a grin.
"And you; are you still driving those race cars around?" Aunt Harriet asked her niece.
"Definitely," Elizabeth replied with a grin. "I was out at the proving grounds last week with the new Cobra Jet. Asuka and I are going tomorrow to race her bike against it."
"I'll be talking with your mother about you," Aunt Harriet threatened with a smile.
"She's given up on me years ago," Elizabeth stated.
"How are your studies going?" her uncle asked.
"Very well, I'm taking courses through the summer semester to try and graduate early, just like Mike," she said.
"We better sit down before they give our table away," her uncle said. "We'll see you before you leave."
"Ok, enjoy your meal," Elizabeth said and we sat down after the walked away.
Willow leaned over to whisper something in Elizabeth's ear which made her look at Willow in surprise. Elizabeth leaned over to Asuka and I heard washroom before Asuka nodded. They both stood up and Elizabeth indicated Willow to come as well. I got up as well as I was taught.
"We'll be back in a few minutes, Mike," Elizabeth said before leading the way to the washroom.
I watched them after sitting down until they disappeared behind the door, as did every other man in the room. Munching on some seafood, I people watched until they came back. I stood up and waited until they sat down before doing the same. They didn't give a hint of what they talked about, but just started eating the appetizers as if they hadn't left for five minutes.
"Do I get to know what necessitated the emergency visit to the bathroom?" I asked.
"We discussed how to introduce ourselves out in public," Willow said quietly. "We'll let you know what we came up with later."
"Fair enough," I replied.
A man came over to the table a couple minutes later with a rakish grin on his face.
"Lizzy Ford, you are looking fine tonight," he said.
"Bobby Taylor, they let you out after that last house arrest?" Elizabeth asked with a cool look.
"Just in time to sweep you back off you feet," he replied.
"Sorry Bobby, even if I was single and desperate, I wouldn't be seen anywhere with you," she told him. "This is my boyfriend, Mike Stewart."
"I thought you went for the more cerebral types, not the Neanderthals," Bobby said with a chuckle. "Mike, you have balls showing up here with someone so much higher up the food chain than yourself."
"Bobby, as usual you've got it all wrong," Elizabeth said acidly. "Mike is one of four geniuses at this table as well as being an athlete and a gentleman. Since you don't qualify for any of those categories, why don't you go waddle back to your table before you embarrass yourself further?"
"Why don't you kiss my..." he started to say before I stood up.
"I believe Elizabeth told you to leave," I growled down at him. "You're disturbing the fine people at the surrounding tables as well as us, so go play the idiot rich boy somewhere else."
His face turned red but he heeded my warning and walked back to his table with three other guys.
"I think we'll keep you around for a while," Elizabeth said with a smile. "Sorry about that, he's an idiot boyfriend from long ago. His dad owns an auto parts factory so he thinks he's one of the upper crust because his father is well off."
"What a little ass," Willow said, looking over at him. "He's stirring up his friends of course. They'll probably come over later or try something in the parking lot."
"I'll take care of that right now," Elizabeth said, pulling out her phone.
We watched as she scrolled through some numbers and then hit the dial button when she found the one she wanted.
"Mr. Taylor, it's Elizabeth Ford, how are you this evening?" she said pleasantly while looking right at Bobby.
"I'm fine, thanks for asking," she replied to the obvious question.
"I'm calling to prevent a little incident with Bobby," she said, and then went on to explain the situation.
"Now, I'm sitting with two people that have black belts in various martial arts and unless Bobby and his friends have become more ambitious since I last knew him, I figure they have maybe two leather belts between the four of them," she continued. "I'd rather not have an incident right in the Capitol Grille or outside in the parking lot, especially since my Uncle Albert and Aunt Harriet are sitting close by."
"I was hoping you would intervene, Mr. Taylor, I do appreciate anything you can do to make the situation disappear without undo bloodshed," Elizabeth said sweetly. "Please say hi to Mrs. Taylor for me and I apologize for disturbing your Saturday evening."
"That is so kind of you to say, Mr. Taylor, I so enjoyed spending time with your family as well," she said. "Unfortunately, Bobby fell far from the tree. You have a good evening."
She looked at us and said quietly, "You might be able to hear Mr. Taylor from here when he calls."
We watched the table and Bobby reached for his phone less than a minute later.
Unfortunately, we couldn't hear what his father said, but Bobby turned red and gave us a murderous look. Elizabeth merely raised an eyebrow and then quickly looked over at her uncle's table and then back at him. Bobby followed her glance and he quickly lost the look when he saw her uncle looking back at him with a displeased expression.
Bobby looked down at the table and mumbled something into the phone. He nodded a couple of times, forgetting he was on the phone, and then spoke up when his dad must have yelled at him. He hung up the phone and spoke quietly to his buddies and quickly flagged down the waitress for the check. They got up and quietly left the restaurant without looking at our table even once.
"And that is how you deal with little boys where I come from," Elizabeth said with a grin when they were gone.
"Not bad at all," Willow said with an answering grin.
"You're not nice at all, Elizabeth," Asuka said with a frown. "Mike and I would have had fun tossing them around the parking lot."
"Yeah, party pooper," I added with a fake frown.
"Sorry, our wonderful and bloodthirsty protectors," Elizabeth replied with a grin. "I didn't want either of you to rumple your outfits. We're going dancing after this, remember?"
"Damn, foiled again," I responded. "Asuka, why don't we go see if they're waiting for us in the parking lot?"
"Michael!' Elizabeth said sharply.
I rolled my eyes at her and grinned at Asuka and said, "She's such a worrywart."
"Yes she is," Asuka agreed. "I suppose it is possible that some of their blood might have gotten on our clothes, but it is quickly washed off. Oh well, I'll just have to take it out on you tomorrow night."
"See what you've done?" I asked Elizabeth. "It's not a good idea to take away a fight from her."
"I'm sure she won't hurt you too badly," Elizabeth replied, not looking concerned one bit.
Our entrees arrived and we dug in, forgetting about the minor disruption.
Fifteen minutes later, I pushed my chair back and said, "That was one of the best steaks I've ever had. I'm going to have to nap for a while."
"It's no wonder, you ate half a cow," Willow replied caustically.
"It wasn't that big," I protested. "Besides, you ate a whole lobster."
"It was just a tail and nowhere near the same thing," she retorted. "You're not getting out of dancing so forget about trying."
I sighed and got up to go to the bathroom. When I returned, the girls had already settled the bill and were ready to go. Elizabeth went and gave her aunt and uncle a hug and then we left the restaurant, with Asuka and I keeping a close eye out for Bobby and his friends.
They did make me go dancing at this trendy club nearby and, while I didn't make a total fool of myself, they took mercy on me fairly early on in the night and let me drive them back to my condo.
"Do any of you have things to get upstairs?" I asked.
"We all do," Elizabeth answered as they got out of the SUV.
We took the elevator up and I opened the door and let them go in first before locking the door behind me.
"I'll just be a minute; I'm going to get out of this suit," I told them.
"We're going to gather our stuff in the meantime," Willow responded, going to the couch to grab their Red Wings jerseys.
I hung up my suit and put on some workout shorts and a tee shirt before brushing my teeth in the bathroom. When I went back out, I found the three of them sitting on the couch.
"Ladies, I gather you have something to talk about before you go?" I asked.
"Yes we do," Willow answered. "We've kind of made an important decision between the three of us, so I guess you had better see if you agree."
"Ok, what is it?" I asked.
"Asuka and I have decided that Elizabeth can say she's your girlfriend as far as the public or her family is concerned," Willow stated. "Of course, that is if you agree to it. I'm going to be touring and busy with the band and Asuka never wanted to be in the spotlight, so we think Elizabeth is the perfect choice to handle the media attention you attract. Elizabeth agrees that privately we're all equal and have equal say and access to you and you to us."
"I see," I said while thinking it over.
"What do you think?" Elizabeth asked after I was quiet for a bit.
"I was just going over the pros and cons in my head," I told her. "I'm worried that you will take advantage of the position to either muscle these two out or just become the dominant woman of the group. You are a natural leader and, while these two can be assertive, they only show their leadership in certain instances."
Elizabeth chuckled and then said, "They both told me that the position was an honorary one and they wouldn't be putting up with any uppity crap from me. They know it benefits me in my personal life where it doesn't really matter that much to them. I'm happy to be your public girlfriend but I promise not to let it go to my head. We're all equal in this group and always will be."
"If the three of you are really all in agreement on this, I suppose I have no objection to it, as long as you two know I'm not choosing her over either of you," I said after putting some more thought to it. "If this goes bad, I don't want us to become enemies and never talk to each other again. I have enough of those already. Anything else we need to discuss?"
"We want to store some clothes and some spare makeup here in the other two bedrooms," Willow stated. "That way any of us can stay over any night without a problem."
"I'm fine with that," I agreed. "Why don't you three set up the other bathroom for yourselves? You can still use the shower or big bathtub in the one between my bedroom and the middle bedroom if you like."
"Thank you Mikey," Willow said, giving me a kiss.
"You're welcome," I replied. "Anything else?"
"We're going out to the Michigan Proving grounds tomorrow morning around ten," Elizabeth informed me. "Are you going to come and watch?"
"I suppose I better, though I can't say I'll enjoy watching two of my girlfriends racing," I replied.
"We'll enjoy it for you," she said with a grin. "It's in Romeo, so it will take about an hour and twenty to get to from here."
"I'll be there," I responded.
"Ok, we should let you get some sleep, it's been a long day for you," Willow said. "Can you drive me to the proving grounds tomorrow morning? These two need to drive their death machines there."
"Sure, I'll be at your door at eight thirty," I replied as they got up.
I got kisses from each of them before they left. I was in bed ten minutes later and it took only a few minutes to fall asleep.
Sunday morning I worked out and then skated and shot myself into exhaustion before having a quick shower. I was at Willow's door for eight thirty and she opened it up almost as soon as I knocked.
"Good morning Willow," I said with a smile.
"Morning Mikey," she replied. "Please tell me we can stop for some coffee along the way."
"Sure, no problem," I replied as she pulled the door shut behind her.
She told me more about the first week of recording and how pleased they were with the results. They had two songs done plus the instrumental tracks for a third.
"We should be done the recording by the end of August, including the final mixing," she told me. "Vera is already working to get a tour set for mid-September and we'll play in Toronto on the weekend the CD comes out."
"That's great," I replied. "I'm going to have to come to the studio and watch you record something."
"You should, you would enjoy it I think," she responded. "There's a lot that goes on."
"I'll come Friday, I should have some spare time then," I told her.
"Good," she acknowledged.
We met the other two girls at the entrance and Elizabeth got us signed in and led us to the two and a half mile straight away. They also had a five mile high speed oval that they both thought they might like to try.
"Asuka, why don't you do a couple runs up and down the straight away while I check out the recording equipment to make sure it works?" Elizabeth suggested.
"Sure," Asuka replied and pulled her black Kawasaki Ninja ZX-14 motorcycle on the pavement and put it on its kickstand.
She got off the bike and put a set of leather pants and jacket as well as a pair of thick leather gloves. After giving us a grin, she put on her helmet and got back on. She looked over at Elizabeth at the controls who nodded as she pushed a button to control the lights. When they turned green, Asuka sped off down the track, hunched over to reduce the wind resistance. Elizabeth motioned us over and we looked the timer and speedometer.
"Jeez, she just did 0 to 60 in less than two point five seconds," Elizabeth said. "She's topping out at 186 miles per hour!"
"Wow that is fast!" I exclaimed.
"I can match the top end but not the 0 to 60 time," Elizabeth noted. "They had to do a couple modifications to mine to make it street legal, but it still has all the power."
She showed Willow how to run the controls and went to get her car.
Asuka came back to the starting line and we told her how she did. In the meantime, Elizabeth lined up on the second lane and got into a helmet and racing suit before getting back in.
"Ok, hit the button Willow, I'll do one on my own," Elizabeth shouted.
Willow started the countdown and Elizabeth revved the engine and then smoked the tires as she took off in a loud roar. She went like a bat out of hell down the track once the tires started gripping the road.
"Wow, 0 to 60 in just over 3.7 seconds and she got up to 184 miles per hour," Willow read out the results.
Elizabeth zipped back and quickly had the car beside Asuka.
"You ready?" she shouted to Asuka with a grin.
Asuka nodded back with a grin and put down the visor on her helmet. Willow started the countdown when they signalled ready and they took off with a roar. Asuka built an early lead and it looked like she never gave it up from what we could see at the end.
They both came back at a fast speed and got out.
"That was great!" Elizabeth said enthusiastically.
"It was fun," Asuka agreed. "There aren't many places that I can open up the bike up like that."
"I know, it's the same with me and the car," Elizabeth stated. "So, do you two want to try it?"
"Ah no," Willow replied. "I'd like to live to see twenty."
"Mike?" Elizabeth turned to me.
"Maybe your car, but most certainly not Asuka's bike," I said. "I'd kill myself for sure."
"Well, you're welcome to try it but I suggest you do a couple slower runs until you're used to it," Elizabeth replied.
I took her helmet and put it on and got into her car. She helped me with the racing harness and then explained the six speed manual shift transmission and at what rev to shift at.
Willow started the lights and I popped the clutch and spun the tires for a bit before I took off. I didn't try to get down the track as fast as I could but just learned the shifting and how sensitive the steering was. I hit a hundred and twenty five after about a mile and one fifty before starting to slow down. I turned around and roared back a bit faster until I had to brake so I could turn the car around.
"Well, how was it?" Elizabeth asked.
"Pretty good, I just wanted to get used to it the first run," I told her. "It's a great car."
"It sure is," she agreed. "Want to go again?"
I grinned and nodded. Willow started the lights and this time I tried to go through the gears as fast as I could. The car had a tremendous amount of rear torque that I had to control as I moved through each gear. Before I knew it, I was past a hundred and just shifting into high gear. I stomped on the accelerator and held the steering wheel loosely as I rocketed down the straight away. I thought I saw the speed up around a hundred and seventy before I let up and coasted to the end and turned around. I gunned the engine and drove back as fast as I could. I got out when I pulled up and took off my helmet.
"Now that was fun," I said the three of them.
"You did well for your first time," Elizabeth told me. "Do you like how the car handled?"
"It wasn't bad but it was only going straight so it's hard to judge it on just that," I replied.
Elizabeth asked Asuka and I if we wanted to try the high speed oval and we both thought it would be fun. We drove over to the high banked track and the two girls took turns driving around, starting slowly to get used to it. On the four or fifth turn around, Asuka opened the bike up a bit but didn't reach anywhere near the top end as the high banks didn't suit motorcycles that well. Elizabeth got her car up to one fifty near the end of her turn.
I had a turn at the end but kept it around one forty on the final lap. It was pretty cool to race around and feel the g-force push the car up the track as I went faster.
After we all had a turn we left the proving grounds and had a quick bite to eat before splitting up. Elizabeth went to visit her parents and Asuka went to check in with Mitsy. Willow and I went back to the condo and I worked on my assignments and read ahead for next week.
Asuka and I hit the dojo after supper and did more two against one with Sensei before they both helped me pick up learn sword fighting with practice swords.
When we were done, Asuka came back with me to the condo and we had a shower together before making love slowly in the bed. We fell asleep with her cuddled up beside me.