kristin chooses peach.

name:  jei

experience:  he has had plenty of experience with girls, but none with guys.  

personality:  a strong, active boy.  this is jei's first assignment as a
slave.  criminal actions have brought him to this new life.  that could mean
that he became a slave as punishment for his or someone else's criminal
actions, or that he was illegally made a slave, your choice.  since jei is
used to giving orders, it may take awhile for him to adjust to his new
status.  also, his relations with the other boys are likely to be rocky at
first, as he will tend to feel superior.

description:  reddish-brown hair, dark green eyes, somewhat sun-tanned.  5'8".  

clothing:  jei still wears the regular clothes he had on before becoming a
slave. however, some minor alterations have been done, and now two stretchy
white lace see-through panels in the front and seat of his pants display him
to advantage.

room:  white feathers are everywhere, covering the floor, filling the huge
hollowed-out marble block that serves as a bed.  the "bed" is also padded
and lined with white velvet inside.  the room is romantically lit by
hundreds of candles, and dozens of vases of white roses fill the air with a
sweet scent.


The Peach Key
part 1


        Tia laughed and giggled, watching the desert being drowned in rain.  
It was funny somehow to her that a dry desert was so wet.  Maybe it was 
special for her and Alexi's wedding.  She turned and smiled at her husband, 
knowing she was a little drunk on the very fine champagne they had been 
served.  But more than that, oh so much more than that, she was high on life 
and happiness and enthusiasm.
        Alexi's deep bright eyes met her from behind his spectacles, the gold 
rims highlighting and accentuating those wonderful turquoise eyes that had 
first drawn her to him.  Tia felt the sudden urge to run her fingers through 
his thick hair, and she saw no reason not to, so she went and sat in his lap, 
her skirt riding up as she straddled his legs.  "How long until we land?" she 
purred, wanting to know if they had time or not, wanting to know how far they 
were, wanting to know what he could tell her.
        Alexi's hands, those pianist's hands, came to her waist as he held her 
against him.  "An hour or so," he replied, and she could feel his heartbeat 
and his hardness.  She wanted him and he knew it, knew that she was very hot 
when drunk, knew that she would get what she wanted.
        "Good," Tia growled, gold eyes narrowing and then closing as she 
caught him in a kiss and he caught her back.  And she couldn't wait, wanted it 
now, wanted him now, was half-delirious and half-drunk and it was her wedding 
night dammit....
        Her hands crept between them, to the fly of his pants, and struggled 
with the button, undid the zipper, felt him throb against her through the silk 
of his boxers, and caressed... stroked, teased, waiting for him to reach that 
breaking point of want, to put his hands inside her panties, to stroke her 
with her own wetness, to push her to the floor and drive into her, all 
encumberances be damned....

                             *       *       *

        "Sweetums," Tia murmured to her husband, "your stepmother is such a 
wonderful woman... I really really like her, did I ever mention that?"
        Alexi laughed a little, looking around the cool interior of the vast 
marble palace that had greeted them upon their arrival in the desert.  It was 
pouring rain outside as if the skies would never have another chance to 
release their damp weight....  And his wife, who had been so thoroughly 
wanton, so deliciously drunk and fucked less than an hour ago, looked as cool 
as the building, dressed in a white summer dress with black polka-dots, a 
matching white straw hat upon her head, with a black stripe around the outside 
of the rim, and white heels whose straps crossed her lower ankles three times.  
No one would ever imagine this woman, rich and seeming to have just stepped 
out of a store on Rodeo Drive, to be the precious, beloved doxy Alexi knew her 
as.
        He took a moment longer to admire her; Tia had managed to be 
incredibly lucky in life.  She was born into wealth and breeding, had looks, 
intelligence, and the hard drive that made her dealings as CEO of the housing 
company her father had started so successful.  She, for the moment at least, 
had it all.
        And he'd met her in a bookstore.
        Such an inauspicious beginning for a marriage between a 
Russian-English pianist rumored to be among the top ten in the world, and an 
American heiress whose family status rivaled that of the famed Kennedys.
        Tia flicked a wandering strand of her long, black hair back over a 
shoulder and continued with the "innocent" act.  "How*ever* did she think of 
such a gift?" she asked.  "*My* family certainly wouldn't have...."
        "Mother has a special gift for giving interesting presents, remember?" 
Alexi asked, leaning forward against his bride and ducking under her hat to 
murmur into her ear.  "Besides, *she* knows both of our tastes to be a bit... 
wild."
        He could feel her heart skip half a beat at the emphasis he'd placed 
on the last word, and smiled.  Underneath that designer dress, he knew she 
wore no panties.
        He straightened as one of the group of handsome young boys swarming 
around them to deal with their luggage paused and knelt, offering a black 
laquered box to Tia.  "Would it please the lady to choose a room key?" the 
young man asked, voice soft and pliable.  He opened the box, revealing a 
beautiful array of silver keys on a black velvet background, a dazzling 
rainbow of silk ribbons attached to them, glowing in all colors against the 
darkness.
        Tia's hand reached forward, passing over the selection, one key after 
another, until she paused and went back one, fingers resting on the 
peach-colored ribbon for a moment.  Then her manner turned decisive, and she 
pulled it out of the box and into her hand.  "This one," she said, and Alexi 
could hear that diamond-hard will sheathed in the silk of her tone.
        "As it pleases the lady," the boy (surely he couldn't be more than 
seventeen) said, closing the box and handing it to one of his compatriots, who 
vanished into the background with it.  "Please, will the lady and gentleman 
follow?"
        Alexi admired the view as he followed his wife, who followed the boy.  
Pretty and pretty again.  And he wondered if the rumors he had been heard of 
this place were true, if his stepmother had ever been here herself (it 
wouldn't have surprised him in the least; he knew that Lady Julia hadn't been 
exactly strict about honoring his father's memory with her chastity... not 
that Alexi's father had done that himself when he'd been alive and very much 
married to her), and what he and Tia were likely to find in the room their 
key unlocked.
        Something very special, very wonderful, and very exotic, if Alexi knew 
his stepmother.  And given that it had been a wedding gift, something very 
erotic as well.  He felt his pulse quickening in more than one part of his 
body at that thought.  He liked to "play," to experiment, as did his wife, and 
not a few of their sexual interludes had included some of her friends, some of 
his, or both.  But only people they could trust to be discrete, only people 
they knew to be clean.
        Their guide finally paused before a door, and Alexi felt his heart 
pound in anticipation.  Looking down at his wife, he knew she was feeling the 
same excitement.  "The lady's key will open this door," the boy said, bowing.  
"Your things have already been delivered within.  And please, may I wish you a 
joyous honeymoon.  The lady Julia has sent her regards, and instructions that 
we are to provide you with anything you may desire."
        The boy bowed again, then managed to vanish.  Tia's eyes met Alexi's, 
and she smiled at his smile, then turned, inserted the key in the lock, and 
opened the door.