*Lust and Love can run at cross purposes; control your Lust because Love will always take you farther*
(Another great job of editing by Steve150177)
(This tale uses racial stereotypes for the sake of the story; these are not things I hold to be true)
(This is not really an incest story as there is no blood relation and little familial bond)
Workout Buddy
Wednesday Morning I was just warming up when Zuiko came stumbling in looking angry with the world. I'd only then finished my warm-up and I saw she was forgoing the pleasure when Dulce, our morning housekeeper gave me a call over the inter-house system. Dulce was Maria's cousin's brother-in-law's daughter so she carried some weigh around here despite her youth. Maria had brought me up to speed on the true hierarchy of this place.
"Senor Duke, there is a...policia, a mujer policia waiting for you -- at the gate," she informed me. I tapped the number for the gate.
"Hello, Daniel La Roche here, how may I help you?" I called out hopefully.
"Duke, this is Holiday Lake," my policewoman friend from my YMCA work out days greeted me. Since she was municipal PD, we shouldn't have had a professional problem -- especially at 6 am.
"Come on up, I'll buzz the gate," I told her. Zuiko gave me a studied look because I'd just invited a person into her house who she didn't know. I opted to explain things to Dulce because she actually mattered in this. From the part of the Hemisphere Dulce came from, the police were rarely her friend.
Once we were square that Ms. Lake was a friend back when my real mother was dying everything was good. No employee here was going to need to slip over the back fence until the situation died down because I vouched for Holiday and Maria vouched for me. Donato brought Holiday to our room -- he was our guy who handled, amongst other things, the sprinkler system.
Maria said he was from Peru and I believed her; he was a plumber back home but here he worked on the hydroponics systems in Dad's greenhouses as well as oversaw the lawns. His English was dreadful but he knew French and Portuguese fluently. He was normally very quiet but Holiday had Donato talking up a storm when they arrived.
He bowed politely and departed leaving me to rush into Holiday's arms.
"Hey Kiddo," she patted the side of my face. "I've missed you too." Zuiko cleared her throat loudly.
"Officer Holiday Lake, this is my stepmother Zuiko La Roche," I introduced the two.
"What department are you with, why are you familiar with my 'Son' and aren't you aware he is serving twenty month house arrest?" Zuiko sounded all icy.
"Calm down," Holiday placed a warding hand on my chest and the other toward Zuiko. "I met Duke when his biological mother was suffering from cancer."
"We took some of the same YMCA classes ending with a self-defense class," she smiled my way. "We always ended up sparing because his size was already intimidating the other classmates". (She was referring to my body mass index that weightlifting was only starting to augmented back then -- honest).
"I had a chance to take a Krav Maga class downtown and I offered Duke a chance to join me, we partnered up again and stayed that way until he went to college," Officer Holiday turned her friendliness toward Hotness. "I recently heard he had some troubles and I'm repaying the help he gave me then with some support now. I've come by to teach him some of the moves I've been taught in the past five months while he's been away -- if that is okay?"
"It is not okay," Hotness grumbled.
"It will be just fine," I got out a moment later. Zuiko and I locked gazes. "I am certainly allowed to have a police officer over if she wishes to help me work out."
"I think we'll let the Sheriff's department decide on what kind of martial arts nonsense you are allowed Daniel," Zuiko zinged back my way.
"LAPD Patrol Officer Holiday Lake," my old buddy began. She read off her badge number as well. I could tell she was a bit queasy about confrontations with other law enforcement due to her past troubles inside the force but she was not backing down on account of me and what I'd gone through. As far as I'd been able to tell, I was her only guy-friend since her difficulties with a sexual harassment suit versus one of her superiors.
Zuiko stormed off and Holiday shot me an inquisitive eye.
"I have no idea and let's go get your car. It's not safe to leave a beater like yours on the street here," I jibed. It is said by some of the staff that the street sweepers took out any car that was over three years old if left unattended. They were only half-joking.
At the bottom of the driveway my ankle bracelet gave me a warning beep so I had to give her my code and waited for Holiday to drive up. Her car, an ancient Pontiac, was definitely road-bait so we stashed it near the pool gate and rushed back to the gym. We were still working Holiday through her warm up when Zuiko came back to announce the Sheriff's department was sending out some Deputies to 'settle the matter'.
Seeing that Holiday and I were being 'intimate', she stormed off again.
"That girl needs to check her hormone levels," Holiday mocked my general situation.
"I thought it was because she hates my guts and I banged one of her daughter's friends yesterday afternoon," I groaned.
"Seriously," Holiday tsk-tsked me, "couldn't you be somewhat discreet? Your Dad took you in after all." I then gave her the skinny on my circumstances and Holiday darkened incredibly.
"Damn it," Holiday groused, "I wish you had called me; I would have taken you in."
"A convict sleeping on your sofa is the last thing your career needs, Ohlie," I smiled.
Ohlie stood for Officer Holiday Lake -- OHL -- Ohlie. I think I'm the only one to use it but she didn't mind.
"I think I passed my Sergeant's exam too," Ohlie snorted. "I called but all your numbers were disconnected, sorry."
"Guess whose fault that was?" I winked back. "She really wants me gone. I hate to think about how stuffed my Inbox is on my email account -- wait, my account expired last month; oh well."
"So you really had sex with some girl -- of age -- outside of a bedroom yesterday?" she teased.
"Hard Money Sex," I bragged. "I was ridden like Orb at the Kentucky Derby," I added. Holiday got me interested in horse racing and breeding as a mental coping mechanism way back when.
"She had to be ambitious if she wasn't calling out for the local and county LEA's (Law Enforcement Agencies) plus God Almighty as she took on your equipment," Holiday poked my ribs.
"Gee thanks Coach," I mock-protested as I helped her off the warming mats and got ready for some sparring. We competed seriously for twenty minutes until Dulce called down to tell me that two Sheriff's Deputies were coming up. I politely requested that she bring us two each of those Panamanian, Columbian and South Beach coffee blends plus six of those small, glazed croissants that are so tasty.
I knew we had some prepared because Zuiko loved to have a half dozen every morning. I also publicly resolved to give Dulce a feet massage after breakfast. The two deputies arrived first; Holiday showed them her badge and where her gun was stored in her gym bag. Zuiko showed up and glowered then redoubled her unhappiness when she had to sit powerlessly by as the two Deputies scarfed down her favorite pastries and drank her imported coffee.
The two officers fed off of Zuiko's negativity; they decided I could have over a lawful police official who could teach me whatever she felt like as long as it didn't involve a controlled or restricted substance because I was a lawful resident of this domicile and Holiday could have a firearm with her at all times because that was part of her job description.
They gave Zuiko the number of the county and city complaint lines if she wished to pursue the matter with the LAPD because there was nothing the Sheriff's department could do as long as I followed my end of the agreement. They rounded off the visit by giving polite good-byes to Dulce and Holiday, a grunt to 'Mom' and a thank you to me for the 'righteous drink and eats' that they are going to tell the other patrol units about.
I warn them to be careful because every service call earned Dulce another feet or shoulder massage from me. They told me to suck it up because I was a convict. We laughed -- we parted ways and Hotness was livid. I didn't think Zuiko knew how this game was played but when she got back from some therapeutic shopping, she found I'd moved in next door to Cybil's room on the second floor. I'd let her figure out that I was planning to get Scout to buy me a new computer on her credit card. If she knew of my purchases she might have attacked me.
Cracking Under the Pressure
It wasn't really my intention when I started out to sleep with my Stepmother -- not because of any fictitious familial tie and certainly not because she was married to my father, but because I didn't like the woman's personality and I thought no amount of available voluptuousness would compensate for that.
It turned out Ohlie could come three days a week to help me out but she promised to come by and use the pool as soon as her crappy schedule allowed. On the third day she was over, annoying Hotness, who decided to stick it out and see what real synergetic exercise was all about. After warming up, we practiced some KM then we went through our workouts before finishing with some jujitsu and finally synchronized centering techniques -- part Tai Chi and part modern dance.
Seriously, they taught this at the Y, but nowhere else either of us has heard of, and it was some of the best breathing and extension moves I'd ever seen. Perversely, doing it in close proximity to a flexible, intelligent, friendly woman was not a problem for me because I didn't concentrate on the boobs, crotch or face -- you felt their breathing and their muscles flexing and coiling.
The only flaw in all of this was the technique was this was mainly done in close contact either face to face, or front to back and if your partner had a tight, firm ass this could be a problem. I guess she could say that having a man whose flagship refused to obey signals was a problem too. Thankfully Holiday was a good sport about it.
"Hey," she chuckled the first time it happened there, "how many girls besides me can now look down the barrel of a .44 Magnum and be less than impressed." Ouch.
Two days later it was, "That's not a parole violation, that's a contravention of the Geneva Accords."
