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======================================= I was trying to write a 500 word
story for the ASSM anniversary. I just couldn't get this down to 500 words
but I thought I'd post it anyway since I haven't posted anything in ages.
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The Golden Touch By Vickie Morgan
Ariadne nervously straightened her best dress and tried to look
composed. After all, it wasn't everyday that a common prostitute was
summoned to the palace. Not that Ariadne considered herself common, she
was very good at her profession. In fact, she had been having a most
profitable week as her clientele had doubled. She had been literally
worked off her feet. Slightly worrying had been the rumours flying around
the city that something strange was happening at the palace but she had
taken no notice until her turn to be summoned had arrived. She hadn't been
in a position to argue though, perched naked on top of a customer when the
four armed guards had burst in.
Now she was on her knees in front of Demitres, the King's chief advisor,
being told exactly what the situation was. She was finding it hard to
concentrate on his ponderous tones, as the room was crammed with glittering
gold artefacts. Her eyes kept straying to admire the glittering objects.
There was a golden of just about anything she could think of. A bowl
of golden fruit attracted her attention and she wondered if she could
manage to slip some of the grapes or a pomegranate into her pocket.
"The King has been given a wonderful gift by the gods," Dimitres
announced. "But like all gifts from the gods there are some disadvantages.
The King has been unable to reach any sexual satisfaction for several days
now. If you can ease his frustration, you will be rewarded with ten times
your weight in gold."
At the mention of a reward Ariadne's attention swiftly returned to
Demitres. This seemed far too easy. Easing men's sexual frustrations was
how she made her living.
"Could you tell me what exactly is the problem?" Ariadne inquired.
Demitres cleared his throat.
"Everything King Midas touches turns to gold. Not just his hands, but
also any part of him," he explained. "His gift is unpredictable so he has
to be careful. Over there is what happened when he sneezed yesterday. You
can see that only small parts of the material have turned to gold but the
unfortunate slave who was holding the cloak has been completely
transformed."
Ariadne took a closer look at the gold statues around the room.
"That's Penelope!" she cried in horror, looking at a statue of a naked
girl kneeling, her outstretched hands clutching at nothing. She crossed to
take a closer look but it was definitely her neighbour, now solid metal.
Ariadne shuddered in horror at such a hideous fate but still had enough
presence of mind to slip Penelope's rings off and into her pocket. They
had originally been cheap trinkets but now they too were gold and would be
worth a fortune.
"Yes, she attempted to use material to shield herself but as you can see
it didn't work," Demitres said with a long-suffering sigh.
"Has he tried satisfying himself," Ariadne inquired delicately,
demonstrating with her hand to illustrate what she meant.
Demitres' lip curled. "King Midas does not want to take the chance of
anything untoward happening," he informed her. "Part's of the king's beard
and hair have been turned to gold when he touched them. Better to lose a
few prostitutes then risk part of the king. So now it's your turn. In you
go."
As she was ushered through the imposing double doors into the king's
presence Ariadne's mind was working frantically. She had to bring the king
to orgasm without physically touching him! No wonder they had called in
professionals. But if her predecessors had all failed, she would obviously
have to do something special if she was going to do any better. had been one of the best whores in the city. Fortunately, Ariadne knew she
was the best and this was her chance to prove it. All she needed was a bit
of imagination.
She swiftly took the pins out of her hair and let it fall down her back.
She ran her fingers through the glossy black strands that were long enough
to tickle the backs of her thighs. Then she slipped off her cloak,
tightened the straps of her dress so that it clung to her figure, thrust
her chest forward and swayed into the room. The king was half sprawled on
a bed at one end of a candlelit room while musicians played behind a
concealing screen. The bed and floor and walls were all solid gold and the
king was completely naked, parts of his hair and beard glittering yellow,
just as Demitres had said.
Ariadne moved into the centre of the room and waited for the king to
notice her. He waved his hand in her general direction and Ariadne took
that as enough invitation. She began a seductive dance, the swing of her
hair accenting her movements. Slowly she began to remove her clothes item
by item, tossing them at the foot of King Midas' bed. She now had his
attention. She smiled to herself; the only good thing about following the
other was that the king must be pretty aroused already, which would
save her some work. Once she was naked beneath her cloak of hair, she
continued to dance. While she swayed alluringly to the music, she caught a
lock of hair and twisted it up on top of her hair, securing it with one of
the pins she had held on to. She repeated the manoeuvre until gradually
her naked body was revealed as her hair was piled on top of her head. She
danced nearer and nearer to the king until she reached his side as the last
strand of hair was pinned to her crown.
Stopping just out of reach, she raised her arms above her head and
twirled slowly so King Midas could admire her sleek body. She began
running her hands over her body in the way she knew the king must be
longing to do. She cupped her breasts, flicking her nipples to make them
harden and stand out. She turned around, spread her legs wide and bent
from her waist. She cupped her buttocks and pulled them apart, giving the
king a good view. She trailed her fingers along her crack, stroking and
prodding each sensitive part she came across. She began to gasp and moan
as if she was becoming excited. She could see that she definitely had the
king's full attention. He was propped up on an elbow following her every
movement. Ariadne increased her movements and her sighs, titling her head
and licking her as they dangled in her face. She built her act
towards its climax, thrusting two fingers inside herself and panting
noisily, until she gave a series of small shrieks and then collapsed
gracefully onto the floor.
After a moment to regain her breath after her performance, she crawled
closer to the king's bed. She was pleased to see that he was already erect
and throbbing, just as she has hoped. She began to blow gently on him,
playing her breath over his skin, as she would have normally used her
tongue. She was careful to hook her hands under the edge of the bed to
ensure she wouldn't forget and touch King Midas. The only thing she could
safely touch the king with was her breath but she would need to be
inventive. She took a mouthful of mulled wine to change her breath and let
the warm moist air flow over him. He twitched and moaned a little in
response. Next she crunched up some ice and let the bits rain down on him,
watching him gasp and shudder as the cold fragments instantly turned to
scraps of gold. Pleased with her success so far, she began to alternate
the hot and cold, ignoring the ache in her teeth but careful to keep her
distance. She was as vigilant as she could be but once a small lock of her
hair brushed the king's ribs and stiffened to yellow metal.
Soon King Midas began to moan and writhe and Ariadne knew he was
approaching his first orgasm in days. She warily pulled back and let her
mind drift to thoughts of the villas she was going to buy and the slaves
she would acquire with her reward. Lost in blissful daydreams of the
luxury she would shortly enjoy, she failed to notice an exceptionally
vigorous of sperm that splashed on her chin and turned her instantly
to gold.
Copyright Vickie Morgan, 2000 E-mail artemis55@hotmail.com Website,
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