Zarathustra Chapter 2
I look forward to beginning your Training
The alarm woke Rachel the next morning at a quarter till six. She stretched as she hit it. She slept great. Pulling on sweatpants and sneakers, she went across the hall to use the bathroom, wincing as she sat down. Her ass was going to be hellish sore today, and her pussy actually felt sore on the inside, like she'd pulled a muscle there. A good kind of hurt, though. Khan's cock was so much bigger and thicker than Josh's, may his pecker wilt with syphilis and drop off.
She made her way down to the kitchen, then out to the back porch. The long covered porch covered the whole back side of the house. At this hour in April, the sun wasn't even up, just barely lightening the sky. The porch was tastefully lit by strings of soft lights in the rafters. She saw the loving power couple enjoying the quiet morning off in the gazebo. The porch widened out here at the corner of the kitchen into a big octagon, with a beautiful stone fountain burbling away contentedly. Soft instrumental music played on speakers mounted in the roof.
Kayden turned from talking to her husband and gave Rachel a big hug, as she had every morning since Rachel moved in two weeks ago. She was wearing pink pajama bottoms and a sports bra. Then Khan, wearing only a pair of grey shorts, embraced her in a long, warm bear hug as well. This was part of the morning ritual. To Rachel, starting the day with meaningful human contact was maybe the best part.
Kayden led the morning yoga routine. They did the exact same routine of poses every day at six, once for each side of the body. Rachel was clumsy and straining herself, getting correction where needed from her blonde Master. Khan was technically perfect with the concentration of a chess player. Kayden apparently had no bones; Rachel decided watching her that she was made of cartilage like a shark. Yes, Kayden's totem spirit was definitely the shark. It was amazing how holding still in a pose could make her sweat and work her muscles.
After about 20 minutes of yoga, they settled into seated positions in a circle and Khan led them in guided meditation. It had seemed really weird and kind of silly the first day they did this, but now she was getting into it. This kind of meditation cleared your head of all the crap you worried about. It made you ready for the day to come. You visualized yourself as a successful, powerful person. Rachel thought about the final meditations Kayden had talked her through last night in bed. (She still thought of it as being tucked in). She'd given her some good advice: Don't think with your cunt. Sure, the three of them had mind blowing sex the night before during her first Crucible, but that didn't change their day to day objectives. She was here to grow as a person and develop all her skills, not just be their fucktoy. Compartmentalize. Don't let lusty thoughts take over your whole day and ruin it. Check. She was trying, anyway.
The mediation and yoga had really helped get her head on straight. Before, she was always worrying, had trouble falling asleep, thinking about everything without resolving anything. Feeling like she didn't know what she was doing with herself. Now, she deliberately thought about how she was going to make every day a good day, each morning. And she deliberately put away her worries each night. Between that and the exertion of her daily training, she slept like a baby.
As soon as they were finished, Rachel and Khan made a dozen eggs, with cheese, peppers, and onions for breakfast, sautéed in a whole stick of butter. Kayden went upstairs to shower and change for work. Rachel was to help with every morning and evening meal prep to gain much needed cooking skills. It turned out they usually made meals big enough to feed four; Khan just got two of them. They talked around the kitchen table like any normal family would.
After breakfast, Rachel cleaned up the kitchen quickly, then showered and dressed in sweats. All she had to wear during the week were a collection of loose fitting sweatpants and sweatshirts. She used what little time she had left to straighten her room and bathroom, getting ready for lessons. They kept her hopping.
Promptly at 8, Rachel went through the study and into the office. It was a fairly small room, more like a wide hallway, just long enough for two oversize desks end to end along the inside wall. The other door led into the media room, but she wasn't usually allowed in there. Kayden was sitting at her work station, deeply 'On the Jazz'. She was a stock trader. Rachel had learned from her that there were three main ways to invest in stocks. One was investing, where you bought a stock and held on to it, so it increased in value over time. Safe but boring. Another was day trading, where you picked up a position on a trade, then sold it later that day to make a quick, but risky profit. The third way was churning, where you bought and sold a stock over and over during the day, selling it for a fraction of a dollar higher than you paid for it. Many trades over the course of a day could add up to real money. Theoretically.
Kayden was doing all three. Simultaneously. Rachel watched over her shoulder in awe as she executed trades, read reports and plotted charts, all with the financial news playing on the TV in the corner. The Stones had paid extra for the new broadband service for the Internet; dial up, even on a dedicated line, was just too slow for Kayden to make any real money. Her hands flew over the keyboard, her eyes flashing from screen to screen, like a green eyed predator with amazing cheekbones. She was dressed professionally in a cream blouse, grey pencil skirt and suede calf high boots. She insisted on dressing well, even if just working alone from a home office. Rachel got to learn at the feet of a successful businesswoman.
Even though this was just her second week, Rachel knew better than to intrude with questions. After watching the opening bell flurry, she settled in with the book Kayden had given her and took notes. Rich Dad, Poor Dad, by Robert Kiosaki, was summed up in her notebook as:
When young, work your ass off and make more money than you spend. Live frugally.
Pour all extra money into buying assets that generate money.
Use the money from assets to continue to buy more assets, preferably real estate.
When you have enough income generated from assets that you can live a normal life off it, stop if you want. You're wealthy. Easier said than done, she wrote.
About 9:30, Kayden finally relented and stretched. She motioned Rachel over and explained what she had done. Her Apprentice understood some of it.
"I thought you said the market was down. How are you making money?"
"It is, it's been sliding ever since 9/11. You can pick the ones that go up anyway. Like Raytheon here. They make all the missiles and bombs for the Army. You can bet we'll be blowing the shit out of somebody this year, so they're up. Other times you can do a put, like I told you."
"That's where you borrow somebody else's stock, sell it high, then buy the same stock later for lower and give it back, right?" Kayden nodded, sexily tapping a pen on her lips as she read.
"So, all said and done, how did you make out?"
Kayden pointed at the chart on the left hand screen. "See this cliff right here? That's still diving, and I got chewed up some as it started. So I'm only up about four grand."
"Holy shit! I mean, holy.. Stuff!"
