The Day After Christmas 
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
‘…………, and what happens the Day After Christmas?’ 


A follow on from the story - The Night Before Christmas

The Day After Christmas

It was the Day After Christmas and all through the house ... ... Well at
Number 1 The North Pole it was indeed quiet, Santa was back for delivering all
those presents and was now fast asleep in from of the fire after having
another of Mrs Clause's mince pies! The big day, the night deliveries had all
gone well and there'd been no major hic up's, the reindeer where all back in
their stables having been feed and watered. So, now it was time to relax for a
bit, before all that work started all over again.

In the canteen area there was a few Elves there, just winding down after
another successful Christmas. Two of them, an Elf dressed in red and his
friends in green where particularly pleased that everything had gone well. As
these two had had a bit of a coming together and a bit of a mix up earlier on.
During Christmas Eve the two had bumped into each other whiles carrying their
lists of naughty and nice adults from that place known as the 'City!'

The lists had got mixed up, a bit, as the two piles had been hurriedly picked
up after been scattered across the floor and put together into what should
have been a naughty list and a good list. This was because even adults go onto
one list or the other, the naughty list gets filed away until next year to see
if the person has changed their ways. But the good list, this gets a sprinkle
of magic Christmas dust from Santa. Now he has no time to check the adult
lists only the children's ones so he relies on the Elves the do the checking.
Once the magic Christmas dust is sprinkled, a bit of good luck comes that
persons way, maybe a lottery win, big or small, they fall in love over
Christmas, they met up with old friends or relatives, that sort of thing.

The two Elves knew that probably there were a few names on the good list that
Santa had sprinkled with magic dust who shouldn't be there, and they would be
getting a 'treat' of some kind, even if they shouldn't. And some good people,
even form that City who were now on the naughty list who wouldn't be getting a
treat this Christmas. But all in all, there was no harm done, was there?

Yes, the two Elves where sure there was no harm done in all this, after all it
had been an accidently mix up, so what could go wrong? (Reader may wish to
read the previous story The Night Before Christmas).

But back in the City, the City that those two lists had represented, that had
been mixed up. In that City there were still some of the effects of that magic
Christmas dust being felt. Some good people who were maybe becoming a bit
naughty and some naughty people might be getting an undeserved 'treat!'

In that City and somewhere near to the city centre there was a new building,
well actually it was a very old structure, but it had been put to a new use.
The building had been an old Victorian factory and offices. It was large with
grand features and a solid old place. It had been left empty for a number of
years until plans to turn it into new education facility had got the go ahead.

Three years ago, the transformation had started, the old factory and office
was turned into ... ... Well there had been a long debate about what to call
this new place of learning and exactly what it was. Was it a school, a college
or a university? Also, was what it going to 'teach'. To open up the City's
diversity it was planned that this new education facility would teach people
about the History, Geography, Politics and Economy of Africa, The Middle East
and Asian.

So, the new Institution of African, Middle Eastern and Asian Learning, or
I.A.M.E.A.L, was opened about 18 months ago. Obviously, it didn't take long
for people, students!, to refer to the place as 'I'm A Meal,' or 'I need a
Meal.' 'I don't need a Meal,' that was popular, 'I'm Hungry' or 'Not Hungry!'
Or depending on what lesson it was and what time it was referred to as
'Breakfast,' 'Lunch' or 'Dinner!' Well people, students, can't help themselves
when it comes to making fun of a place.

But this was a serious place of learning, the old building had all the most
up-to-date teaching facilities there where large lecture rooms, a canteen and
even a gym. Plus, to make some extra 'profit' the facilities where open up to
the public with lectures from guest speakers and so on.

One other idea was to turn some of the unused rooms here into a bit of a
museum, it was an idea that was taken very seriously, it would raise the
cultural profile of the city, bring in tourism, bring in extra money! The
Museum of African, the Middle East and Asia, which seemed the best name to
give it, had already opened to the public. It was small at the moment but
there were plans to build it up. Both the Institution of Learning and the
Museum where ongoing projects and one that had grabbed the interest of a
number of various different people. All for a number of very different
reasons!

Next to the Institution was a large park, very large park, a welcome piece of
peace and greenery in the centre of the city. It was somewhere for people to
walk, sit, think, enjoy the gardens, walk their dogs, or to just wonder around
and contemplate their lives. What was going on in their lives, what was going
wrong and what they can do about it!

One such person who was there, thinking, was Gavin Foreman, he was a man in
his late 30's who had a few problems to sort out, to think over and worry
himself about. The man's life was in some turmoil and had all stared at the
school where he worked. He'd been selected, by his god dame Headteacher, to
look after two very rebellious schoolgirls, as the girls had taken a kind of
liking to this man! Unfortunately, the girls quite liked having him as their
own personal tutor, in fact he was only a tutor to these two girls, a bit of
close supervisor, hopefully.

The girls where Devon and Clover, two young black schoolgirls that had a
sadistic way about them as they would beat their tutor, Gavin, and enjoyed it.
One of their favourite 'games' was to wait until the school was closed and
locked down, then chase the man around the old building with it long corridors
and mazes like layout. Then when they caught him ... ... ! (Reader may wish to
read the previous stories Dark Ruination & The Holiday club, girl also appear
in Special Christmas Delivery, City Take Over & Skool's Out For Summer)

Gavin didn't like to think about what happened to him, but he did like to
think about the girls, there was defiantly 'something' about each girl. So
much so that he'd even had a few, dreams, fantasies about what it would be
like to be a tutor to these girl, if only there where a 'bit nicer' to him!
Some of these thoughts about the two girls, plus their demands to play their
games with him all the time, meant that his relationship with his wife was a
bit strained to say the least.

But he couldn't tell her everything that was going on, or what he was
thinking, she'd walk out there and then, so it wasn't going to help to talk to
her. His Headteacher wasn't interested either, Gavin was doing a great job
keeping them 'calm!' While the girls had him to entertain them, they were
generally quiet and trouble was kept to a minimum, kind of. As for the local
police, they also had insisted that Gavin look after the girl during school
holidays 'it would keep them off the streets, keep the crime figure low!' So,
Gavin was pretty much on his own with the girls, those girls, the ones that
chased and beat him and the ones he had all those thoughts about!

Yes, he'd had many of those thoughts, the ones about Clover, the girl whose
mouth was always moving as she chewed gum. How she would replace the gum with
his cock and still slowly carried on working her mouth. Then his thoughts
about Devon, how she had that look as she stared at you through those large
red rimmed glasses. Then when she looked over them, and gave his that 'other
look' just before it was her turn to take his ... ... , BARK! BARK! BARK!

A dog belonging to someone on a morning walk brought the man back, just as he
was about to drift off into one of his fanaticise, 'dame!'

Gavin was on the far side of the park and close to the new Institution and it
was now that the man had an idea, African Learning? Devon & Clover, his two
black schoolgirl nightmares! It might be a bit too stereotypical but was this
a way out for him? Gavin went out of the park gate over to the Institution,
there was an open side door and a small sign said 'Boxing Day, Open to the
Public' then underneath 'Come in, walk around see what we do here, maybe this
is the place for you. Start your New Year and new life here!' This certainly
gave Gavin an idea, maybe not for the girls, that was just a wrong idea but
for him, maybe? Was this some kind of late Christmas treat, a present, a way
out to a new life for him?

The man spent a while looking around and he must admit he was impressed with
the place, maybe he should work here? Maybe he should seriously consider his
second plan!

As Gavin moved around the old building his two plans where developing,
becoming more real to him. This Institution was indeed set in an old building
and like his present school, the corridors and hallway where long and then
they twisted. Turned into a hundred dead ends, nooks, cubbyholes and mini
areas that all seemed to come out of nowhere. It would take some time to get
use to navigating around this building that was certain, at the moment the man
didn't know whether he was on the four of the fifth floor of the old building,
or higher!

Gavin carried on strolling around, he'd seen a lot of the Institution and
liked it. During his walk around, he'd see a few other people looking around
but now he seemed to be all by himself. It was now that he looked at his watch
he'd told his wife that he'd be gone for a while, he was supposed to be going
into the City to do some barging hunting shopping but this had now taken up
his time. Well his wife wouldn't mind!

Back at his home Gavin's wife didn't mind how long her husband would take, so
long as he didn't come back too soon, as right now, his wife was catching up
with her own Christmas 'Fun!' While Gavin was out there had been a visitor,
visitors to his house. Zoe from next door had popped round to see Andria, her
boyfriend was off to the Football and so the wine was opened and the bad
mouthing of 'Men' was well underway. As the wine flowed the woman got more
open and closer to each other. Then there was that point across the kitchen
table that their hands touched their eyes met and both women leaned across for
that first girly kiss.

Just as that had happened the rear kitchen door was opened and in stumbled
Charlie for next door on the other side. He was next doors Son and delivering
a whole host of stuff that had been promised by his Mum. Charlie stood there,
arms full, mouth open, eyes wide open, he'd just seen the two women kissed,
interrupted them in mid-action so to speak. And now wondered 'what the hell do
I do?' The women looked at the lad, looked back at each other, well they'd
been moaning about 'men', not 'boys' and they had just started to get in the
mood, so ... ... ! Andria wondered if, maybe, this was some kind of late
Christmas present, well she had been a good girl!

While Gavin now went off to find the Museum to see what it was like, back at
home Adrian was lying naked and on top of an undressed Zoe. Andria had hold of
Zoe's breasts, one in each hand and was lapping her tongue around her friend's
nipples. As Andria teased he friend with her mouth, behind her Charlie was
hard at work. He not been left out, after all it was just 'men; that the women
had had enough of! He was driving his cock into Andria as she kissed and
caressed Zoe's body, this was certainly more like how Christmas should be!

Back at the Institution and Gavin was starting to think that maybe he was
getting a bit lost here, just then he was sure he'd heard footsteps on stairs,
'Arh, the stairwell!' That would take him down to the ground floor where the
museum was, in the distance there was the sound of a door banging shut then
silence. It did give him a wired feeling a bit like the times he gets locked
in at school, with 'those girls' ready to play their 'games!' A shiver went up
his spine as he rapidly expelled that thought, CLICK! CLICK!

Suddenly the lights in the corridor all went out and there was now only a
faint green glow for a few emergency signs, that gave off any elimination. It
was starting to get a bit eerie for Gavin, when BANG! He turned at the sound
of another door slamming shut and there at the far end of the corridor was the
figure of a woman, a girl, mostly in the shadows and dark but near enough to
one of the dim lights to be able to see her, faintly. BANG!

At the opposite end of the corridor another door slammed shut and there was
another outline of a figure, a woman, a girl! Gavin shock with a moment of
fear, as even in this light he knew these two, he recognised the outline of
the two girls that now stood at either end of that corridor with him in the
middle. He knew them!

He knew at one end was Clover and at the other end was her friend and partner
in 'crime', Devon and it scared him, he was trapped. It was a lot like being
back at school, except this was an even older building and with an unfamiliar
layout.

At one end, Devon the smarter of the two girls, both in her looks and her
obvious academic ability. She was a good-looking girl, a bit shorter than
Gavin, and with dark hair cut into a kind of short back and sides, with a
quiff type fringe. It suited her and kind of enhanced her attractive face with
her almost seductive, eyes and stunning bright strawberry red lips. A colour
that matched her sharp nails. But she also had this firm, stern, some might
say cold look, which was amplified by large frame red glasses. Glasses she
used for reading and then staring over to give 'that certain look!'

The girl was dressed as she always was, still in her school uniform, 'On
boxing day?' With her shiny, smart shoes, her long white socks up to her
knees, then a tight pair of grey shorts, no skirt, shorts. Followed by a short
shelved white blouse tucked into her shorts, and over all this a grey
waistcoat, all of which were of course unbuttoned, enough and finished off
with her school tie loosely tied. But still in a position where her full
figure could be admired. It was her version of the school uniform, but she did
look good in it. Devon was formal and smart, and she knew it.

At the other end was Clover a polar opposite of her friend, in some ways, but
not all. Clover was a pretty girl, but a lazy girl, she wasn't dumb or
anything like that she just didn't want to work, not in the classroom. Again,
she wasn't as tall as Gavin, she had much longer, dark hair, full of body, and
almost down to her shoulders. Her hair had shocking red and pink streaks in
it, the pink in her hair matched her succulent lips and her nails. Her eyes
where dark, deep and penetrating, just like the stare she had. Clover had a
habit of chewing gum, her mouth was also moving, always chewing on something.
All of this gave her a look of being uninterested, and of course a look of
attitude.

She was dressed again in her school uniform, well like Devon it was her
version of a school uniform. A pair of small red and pink ankle boots, then
long grey socks up to her knees, a short tartan pattern skirt was next, then a
short sleeved white blouse. A blouse that was a bit too short and untucked,
with the bottom and top buttons undone. Through the thin material a red bra
could be seen holding her ample breasts and thrusting out. Clover had the
untidy and rough look about her, the look she wanted.

These where the two girls that Gavin knew, the two girls that he was 'in
charge' of back at school, and the two girls that where currently making his
life hell. The man didn't know that the girls had been sent here to the
Institution to have a look around today, both their parents where under
pressure to 'move their children on!' The school, council, police all had a
vested interest in assisting Devon & Clover finding a more suitable
establishment to be educated in, one that can meet these girls 'needs!' But
more importantly somewhere that was out of their area and somewhere where the
girls became someone else's responsibility!

And so, the girls had gone, reluctantly to have a look around on the open day,
why it had to be Boxing Day they didn't know, but they went and when they
spied their tutor, Gavin, walking around the place they suddenly became
interested. They also became a bit annoyed 'was he looking to move his job
here, to get away from them?' This thought displeased Devon & Clover, the
girls liked Mr Foreman, he worked well with the girl's, he reacted to their
'special' needs, and 'if' the girls 'had' to go to school, at least Mr Foreman
made the experience a bit more bearable for them.

So, to see him here, looking around planning to move his job here, well that's
the idea the girls now firmly had, this certainly did not best please them. It
was time to seek the man out and have a quiet word with him about the future,
his future, and if he had one!

In the dark and dimly light corridor Gavin didn't know which way to turn. To
his left was Clover, slowly making her way towards him and crewing her gum. To
his right was Devon who was now looking over her glasses at the man as she
strolled down the corridor heading his way, 'Oh Shit!' That just left the door
in front of him a third option an emergency door that must lead to a set of
stairs and away out of here. It was worth a go, it was his only option, unless
he wanted to stand there and wait for the girls to get to him!

With a sudden burst of energy, of fear, Gavin rushed the door in front of him
and broke through it. It flung open and there he was in the emergency
stairwell as he thought. After crashing through the door, he carried on and
tumbled towards and then down the first flight of stairs. The hard concrete
steps hurt as he fell and stumbled down them. He stopped on the landing below,
dropping down in a heap and laying there for a second or two and his head
cleared and he realised that it had worked, he'd escaped.

Fear grabbed him again as he now knew he had to keep moving, he scrambled up
and forwards at the same time, the girls would be after him. Slipping as he
tried to garb onto the handrail to assist him as he franticly scurried down
the next flight of stairs. Rushing as quickly as he could to put as much
distance between him and the girls. Down a few more flights of stairs, he
didn't know how many until he came to a landing, he saw a cleaner's bucket and
mop there. He quickly thought and acted.

He kicked the bucket down the stairwell, the noise would confuse the chasing
girls, they would think he was still heading down the stairs to the bottom.
But now the man slipped through the door on the landing and onto floor 3 or
was it 2, he didn't care he just knew he'd managed to slip away from the girls
and loose them.

As he quietly closed the door behind him he could see he was in another long
corridor, but all the lights where on, a good sign this meant the girls
weren't about. Trying to scare him but keeping him in the dark, as they
normally did. Gavin stopped, he now had a moment to catch his breath and
moment to think and a moment to ... ... CLICK! CLICK!

Suddenly the lights in the corridor went out, 'SHIT!' There was a second, a
very long second of total darkness and then there was the dim green light as
the emergency lighting came on. Gavin looked up and down the corridor it was
empty, but which way to go, left of right? He didn't know, couldn't make his
mind up, but he had to, he knew he dare not stay they, they'd find him! He
turned to the left and started to ... ... 'NO!' Gavin stopped, he hesitated
and turned around, 'Go the other way!' He hesitated for another second and
then started to run, as quietly as he could off to the right 'please let this
be the right way.'

He ran and ran, he could see the end of the corridor, he was almost there,
when he got there he already knew what he'd do, 'he'd ... ... ' WHACK! Just
then from what seemed out of nowhere, out of the dark came a twisting, high
kicking leg. At the end of that leg was a red and pink colour ankle boot. The
boot and leg where attached to Clover who's swinging kick was well time as she
came out of the side corridor that Gavin had not seen to deliver her man
stopping blow.

The blow had indeed stop Gavin in his tracks, a full blow that stunned and
halted him instantly. As his whole body shuddered, shocked and this numb
feeling then covered his body, he was grabbed. The girl Clover now reached out
and took hold of the man's arm closest to her. Then with a show of strength
she hauled the man around, spinning Gavin, dragging, spinning, throwing him
around and out of the larger corridor where she'd stopped him and into the
smaller one she'd stepped out off.

As he went spinning around he was sent, into the wall of the side corridor, he
went around and around, confusing him as he was slammed into the wall, THUD!
Gavin's back stung, hurt as it was driving into the solid wall, the man jolted
as he hit it, his whole body reached and shuddered. At the moment he was
grabbed again, not by the girl Clover but this time by Devon. Having stood
next to her friend it was now her turn to say 'hello' to the man, her tutor,
and like Clover this girl was interested in what he was doing here?

Devon's, firm hands grabbed onto the man as he hit the wall and bounced off
it. A hand up around his throat and a hand firmly placed on his chest, and now
THUD! OOOHHH! She thrusted him backwards, back into the wall and held him
there against it, then with a quick step closer to the man she moved again,
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! A sturdy black female leg went into action, Devon drove
her leg up into the man, pounding his groin with her knee, each blow hurt,
each blow was powerful, each blow told Gavin he was in trouble!

Clover's kick, the slamming against the wall of Gavin and then Devon's
thrusting hands and blows into his groin had told him he was in a bad
position. Somehow Gavin knew it would be difficult to get out of this one! The
man coughed and splutters as he tried to think of something 'can I get out of
this?' But realistically even he knew the answer to that one before he asked
it, 'he couldn't!'

The girl's moved in close to the hurt man, Devon on one side Clover on the
other, he knew they where there but something stupidly deep inside him though
'if he ignores them, then they will go ... ... ' At that moment the girl
dispelled that thought by grabbing hold of an arm each. Then they flung the
man forwards, but he was going nowhere as they still had a tight hold of him,
so he wasn't going anywhere apart from back again. The girl whipped him back,
catapulting him back into the solid wall of the corridor, CRASH!

Gavin's body was slammed back into that wall, his whole body jolted violently,
it hurt, he felt it, the back of his body felt as if it was on firs it hurt
that much. Then the girl began to ask questions, Clover reached out, her hand
grabbed onto his jaw "what are you doing here?" He could ask the same
question, but daren't, that wouldn't be a good move! Devon focused his mind
with CRUNCH! OOOUUUUHHHH! Her hand went low and grip the front of his
trousers, her vice like grip and sharp nails making their point!

"You were asked a question?" Devon reiterate her friends request for
information, but in the second he was allowed to answer, and should have, he
was instead trying to deal with the pain. Which was the wrong thing to do. As
he hadn't answered, Devon was left with only one option, she realised her
grip, that was good, she grabbed onto the man's arms, turned, pulled Gavin
away from the wall and thrusted her firm, round arse into the man's groin. Now
that did feel good!

The was a moment that seemed to last for ages, as if it all went silent and
all he could feel was that firm booty in his groin and his arm over the lovely
girl's shoulder, then WOOSSHH! THUD! Gavin was sent over Devon's shoulder and
slammed into the cold floor of the corridor. Not for the first time had the
good looking black schoolgirl sent her bigger white male tutor to the floor.
He landed on his already hurting back, and the fall made him jolt in agony yet
again, and as his body jerked he was set on again, CRACK! ARRRRHHHH!

This time it was Clover, still not impressed that her question had not be
answered she kicked out and sent her boot into her tutors face just at the
moment it bounced up from hitting the floor. She had a good eye, boot
coordination and Gavin had just felt its work. He went rolling across the
corridor and only stopped when he reached the far wall.

But somehow the man knew that this wall wasn't going to save him form anything
else, it just meant the girls didn't have that far to walk to ... ...
OOOHHHHH! THUD! ARRRHHHH! Devon & Clover where onto their tutor as soon as
he'd rolled into the wall. Their hands went down grabbed onto him and hauled
him unceremoniously up off the floor. In one sharp movement the girls grabbed,
pulled him up, brought Gavin up into the air and off his feet. They carrying
this on, still in one swift movement, as they chucked the man through the air
and back across the corridor, Back into his favourite wall, again!

As he hit the wall and bounced off it, and fell forward straight back towards
CRACK! SMACK! One girl twisted and sent her foot up into the man as he came
forwards, the other girl lunged towards him sending her fist hard into him as
he dropped. Gavin didn't know, didn't see if it was Devon's fist and Clover's
boot, or was it Devon's shoe and Clover's clenched hand. Did it matter, he
felt both, he was once again hurt and sent flying back to that wall. The girls
hadn't had their answer, but Gavin knew there was nothing he could say that
they would believe, so telling them he was just looking for the museum wasn't
going to work!

As the girls walked over, reached down and dragged the man up onto his knees,
ready to ... ... CLUNCK! CLICK! Further up the corridor a door opened and a
light switch was flicked on, there were footsteps that echoed around the empty
corridor and all around the whole of the floor, then silence.

Gavin was still being held there by the two girls, he managed to open his eyes
as the silence was deafening, he knew something was either about to happen or
something was waiting to happen, to him. But it was taking its time and
curiosity got the better of him so he had to look. But what Gavin saw, was
strange, familiar and frightening all in one.

There down the corridor, were three people, these where the ones that had come
out of the room, hence the sound of the door opening, once in the corridor and
seeing it was dark a light was switched back on. Whoever this was knew this
building and the noise outside the room in this corridor, the noise of Gavin
getting his beating had disturbed what was going on in that room.

There were three people, Gavin's eyes tried to focus fully, but he was hurt,
even so he could make out there was a man and two young looking girls, both in
some kind of uniform. The man looked as if 'Oh Dear', he was hurt, hurt bad,
on his knees and being held up by the two girls who had hold of him by his
hair. These girls looked young, one tall, one short and they were both
oriental. By the looks of them, and even in his current state, Gavin could
still make out they were pretty, but there was something else, a look on each
of their faces, a look he was used too.

It was a look he'd seen before in his own girls, Devon & Clover, a look of not
being too please, not being happy at all! The corridor was silent at one end
were the two black schoolgirls, Devon & Clover, holding onto the arms of their
battered white tutor Gavin. At the other end was the two oriental schoolgirls
griping onto the hair of their hurt and beat white lecturer.

The girls stood there and looked at each other, the men knelt there and prayed
... ... ! 'Maybe this place, this Institution of African, Middle Eastern and
Asian Learning wasn't a bad idea' Devon thought, 'maybe having a 'meal' here
would be too bad' Clover wondered. Gavin could almost feel the vibe the girls
where giving off and he didn't like it, the two oriental girls surly couldn't
be the Asian version of Devon & Clover 'could they?' And what of the poor man
they where holding, what had he done wrong?

This wasn't going well, Gavin had only come out to clear his head and maybe
look around for a Boxing Day barging, now look what had happened to him, some
Christmas this was! But for Devon & Clover it just looked as if they had got a
late Christmas gift, 'Oh thank you Santa!'

Back at Gavin's home and his wife Andria was waiting for her next 'extra
present', her friend Zoe was working Charlie's large tool, her hand had
control and she was just about to bring the lad off and make him shot yet
another present into Andria's face. Zoe could be quite forceful when worked up
and boy was she on fire right now, she'd had enough of 'men' and this 'lad'
was what she needed right now. Also, Andria was keeping her fire going, so Zoe
was determined to get every last drop of 'entertainment' out of both these
two. Once Zoe had got Charlie to deliver his load, again, then Adrian would
burry her face into Zoe and work her magic on her friend. That would give
Charlie some time to recover before the women needed his service again. With
no sign of her husband's immediate return, so Adrian was going to make the
most of her festive indulgence!

Back at the Institution of African, Middle Eastern and Asian Learning and on
the third floor it was almost like a scene out of some war film. There was a
truce and an exchange of prisoners, or was that presents, but as in all those
films, when the truce ends the 'fighting' starts again!

Down on the ground floor of the old building there was also something else
going on, just off from the museum and in a new area that had been set aside
for the expansion and a new display. Here the place was obviously halfway
through being set up. There was scaffolding up, great white dust sheets
hanging down here and there, boxes and creates, some open some still nailed
down. It was currently an exhibition room only half completed.

But that didn't matter this new wing of the museum wasn't due to open until
halfway through next month once all the new exhibits had arrived, been
catalogued and set out here in their new home. It had taken some doing and
there had been lots of hurdles to overcome but the antiquities where here and
ready to be displayed. But that was all going to begin again tomorrow, as for
today, something else was happening.

In the room there were a few people, one of them was connected to the museum
the rest were there for other reasons. The man connected with the museum was
Stanley Turner a bit of an entrepreneur who had funded a number of different
exhibits so far and leant his expertise to getting the Institution all set up
in the first place. But there was, of course, a reason for all this and part
of that reason was being currently 'retrieved' from the creates and boxes that
had been delivered to the museum.

There where four men, all working for Stanley that where at this moment
carefully going through the creates one at a time and take out some 'extra'
items that had been placed in them and shipped from oversea here to the City's
newest museum. The development and expansion of the museum meant that new
items need to be brought in and so a few 'extra' items had been placed in
these creates, items that, maybe, shouldn't be going out of these foreign
countries. As they certainly weren't going to end up on display, in a museum!
These extra items where for Stanley, either for the man's private collection
or to be passed on to other collectors and making the man a good profit at the
same time.

As Stanley organised his four men, over on the other side of the room his Son
Lance was sat there bored, all this museum stuff wasn't for him and he didn't
know why he had to be brought along for all this. But Stanley had brought
Lance here every time there was a delivery of artefacts, it was one of Stanley
little ploys, bring his Son in when a shipment arrived, even when there were
no 'extra's'. It all made this look ligament, having his family take an
interest in the museum, that sort of thing.

The only good part in all this was that he was sat near to Ki, she was a very
attractive woman that worked for Lance's Father. To the lad she was beautiful,
a gorgeous oriental woman, tall, taller than him, which he liked, a lot. She
was slender, but with a good, full in the right places, body. Her face was
striking, her hair dark and long, so long it went halfway down her back. Ki
was the legitimate side of Stanley's business, his company secretary, he also
brought her along again to make everything seem, again, as if it was all
correct.

While the men unpacked, Stanley supervised, Ki was on her iPad catching up
with business stuff and Lance's was trying not to stare at the woman and think
... ... ! At the moment he was thinking about what he could do if he had all
his Father's money, there was these thoughts about flying around in a private
jet, holiday's, staying in luxury hotel and lying in a large jacuzzi with him
at one end and Ki at the other! The lad breathed a heavy sigh at that thought,
Ki looked up for her iPad a look of confusion on her a face, wondered what the
young Mr Turner was doing?

Just at that moment the far door of the room opened, this was a surprise as
Stanley always insisted on privacy when 'certain' creates arrived. A woman
walked into the room, closed the doors behind her and stood there looking at
the scene before her. Stanley also looked and wondered who this person was, he
certainly didn't recognise her from here or even his ligament business', so
'who was she?'

The woman who'd come in was a tall, attractive black woman, possibly in her
late 20's, she was indeed very attractive with bright lips and a grin on her
face. With her long jet-black hair, she looked quiet stunning. Her look was
not lost on any of the men that where there, or the lad and the secretary that
where over in the back of the room. Even from where they were they could see
she looked 'Wow!' Stanley wondered whether she was from the Institute of even
the museum, even if he didn't recognise her, but by the way she was dressed he
doubted this.

Jasmin, JJ to her friends and enemies was dressed in a pair of high black
leather boots, black leather trousers, a black sleeveless t-shirt, low at the
front to show off her very ample thrusting chest 'Oh My!' Which had been
noticed by everyone. Over this was a black leather jacket, that thankfully was
undone so as not to spoil the view of her heaving chest. In one hand was a
motor bike helmet an obvious indication that she'd come here by bike, but 'why
was she here?' (Reader may wish to rad the previous stories about JJ - JJ's
Mistake, JJ meets a Racist, JJ Works out with a Friend, The Rent Man 1 & 2, JJ
Deal with a Bully, JJ's Weekend Break, The Challenge, An Accidental Meeting,
JJ Take on a Job, JJ's Quiet Night Out, JJ Helps a Friend, JJ's Reward, JJ's
Rescue, JJ's Task, Maid To Order, Park Run & JJ Quiet Nigh. JJ also appears in
- Valentine's Day Ball, Special Christmas Delivery, City Take Over, Gym Visit,
When Rivals Clash, Valentines Surprise & Fight Night)

The woman, JJ had indeed arrived by bike and was here to, well that would be
obvious in a moment. The woman went over to an open create near to her and
picked a vase out of it, Stanley immediately rushed over towards the woman,
but suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. In her free hand JJ was holding the
vase out at arm's length and to the side. An obvious show of 'one more step
and I'll drop it!'

The man went through the normal questions rapidly as he decided what to do,
"who are you?" "what are you doing here?" "what do you want?" JJ looked at the
vase and back to the man "is this a legal import for the museum or one of your
'extra's', smuggled in for yourself?" Stanley cringed, that one sentence
showed that whoever she was she knew exactly what he was up to, 'Shit!' While
this was all going on the four men had moved around JJ, she was trapped and
there was no escape. Stanley could see this and was pleased with that. All
they had to do was get the vase out her hand then she could be 'dealt with!'

JJ had seen the men move around her, but wasn't worried, "right woman, ... ...
" somehow that didn't sound too nice coming from Stanley " ... ... . you've
made a mistake here and we need to sort this all out." The four men each
stepped closer to the woman. JJ now gave her ultimatum "you have two choices,
the easily option, where you go off to the police and hand yourself in and
give back all the stuff you've stolen, or ... ... " Stanley laughed "hand
myself in, or what ... ... ?" Again, he laughed knowing he had the upper hand,
'this woman didn't ... ... !'

JJ made her move, she'd given him a chance and he obviously wasn't going to
take the easy way so it had to be her way now. She chucked the vase towards
one of the men slowly coming her way, and her bike helmet to the man on the
other side of her. All the two men saw was an object tumbling through the air
towards them, Stanley panicked and had shouted out "Catch!" very loud and
that's what the men did.

JJ now throw herself forwards, rolled and came up onto her feet straight in
front of the man heading towards her. He's shocked by this and took a step
backwards, getting out her way. The woman quickly grabbed onto him, tugged him
back to her, and THUD! OOHHHHH! A sharp knee went up into his groin, she
turned and the man's tossed over her leather covered hip and down to the
floor. At the same time the two men catch the flying objects.

The man now nearest to JJ looked down at the bike helmet in his hands 'what
the?' CRACK! SMACK! OOOWWWHHH! The woman spun around after dropping man number
one, she was around and onto her second man in a flash, kicking out, driving
her boot into his kneecap, making the man jolt and hobble. Then pounding her
fist into the side of his face, hurting him and making him more unsteady on
his feet. She rips her helmet out of his hand "mine I believe!" And with it
she now throws her arm around and slams her elbow into the other side of his
head.

The quick succession of blows sent the man stumbling backward and down to the
floor. A third man was rushing towards JJ, but she stepped, almost leap back
to the first man, who was just pushing himself back up off the floor. He'd
heard her, looked up and 'OH ... ' CRACK! The woman's boot went smashing into
his face and as his body went flying, it juddered once and this man was done
for.

JJ quickly tossed her helmet over the room to where Lance was sat, open
mouthed and dazed by what he'd just witness, "catch!" For some reason the lad
did what he was told, stood up caught the helmet as it flew through the air
towards him and carried on watching the black woman, all in black leather as
she carried on ... ... !

JJ now turned back and the third man was almost on her arm stretched out ready
to garb her and ... ... CRUNCH! AARRRRHHHH! JJ was too quick she took hold of
one of the mans outstretched arms, twisted herself around and to the side, her
other hand came up, around and grabbed onto the back of the man's head and she
now guided, forced, drove the man's head straight down and into the top of one
of the creates that was still sealed. The man's head was pounded hard into the
solid wooden create, there was a shattering sound of wood that filled the
room, a loud groan from the man, and then silence.

The man's body had jolted, shook and then was still. JJ lets go of the man's
head and his body just slipped away and down onto the floor. All this time the
last man had been watching, now he stepped forward, he was tall, broad and
strong looking, he grinned and rolled him shoulders as he made his way to the
woman, ready to take her out.

When he got close to the woman, SMACK! UUUHHHH! WHACK! OOOOHHHH" CRACK!
UUUUHHHHH! JJ lets loose with a volley of hard hits, that will show the man
not to be cocky around her! The sharp blows take the tall, strong man down
onto his knees, this man won't forget the time he underestimated JJ! The woman
grabs onto his hurt, spinning, head, points it downwards, moved her leg back
and then CRACK! UUUUUUUHHHHHH! Driving her knee upwards she breaks the mans
face, send his head catapulting backwards and drops another man to the floor.

All the time there was still the man holding onto the vase, not quite sure
what he should do, but he'd needn't worry JJ will sort that out, as she now
goes for him. Rushing him, jumping up into the air and bringing her leg
around. Stanley shouts out "No!" As all he can think about it the vase. JJ's
boot comes around crashing into the upper part of the man's arm, knocking him
over and the vase out his hands. The man falls down onto his knees, JJ leg
stays up high, above the man and then come crashing down. The heel of her boot
slams into the top of his head, he jolts and falls instantly all the way down
to the floor.

JJ reaches out catches the vase and all is done! Now it is time for Stanley,
JJ moves across to where the panic-stricken man is stood, 'his vase!' JJ
tossed the vase over to where Lance is stood, thankful he's already put down
the helmet and catches the vase easily. But as Stanley watches, follows the
vase as it sails through the air, SMACK! JJ's fist strikes and take the
entrepreneur down to the floor. He looks up at the woman who's now grinning at
him, "you chose the hard option, and that's what your going to get!" WHACK"
JJ's boot slams into the man, sending him rolling across the floor, he'd not
out cold, but won't be getting up for a while. Which doesn't matter as she had
other plans.

JJ now moves over to the other side of the room, she takes the vase out of a
very confused and stunned looking Lance's hands and puts it down, safely. At
the same time Ki hands over a large brown envelop out of her office bag, to
JJ. The woman opened it, looks through some of the papers and then goes and
scatters them around the room. Now JJ makes a call, to the police, well to a
detective she knows, has contact with, in the force.

Each time John gets a call from his 'mystery' informer he knows there's 'been'
trouble! He's told about a scam by a well know local business man to smuggle
in various object of value from overseas. Artefacts, item of cultural
significance that sort of thing. If John's goes to the new museum he'd find
the culprit and all the evidence he needs. The detective comes off the phone,
he knew of course who his 'anonymous source' was, and knew that everything she
said would be reliable. He also knew to call for a couple of ambulances, if JJ
said to go somewhere it was because she'd already been there and done 'her
work!'

Now JJ turned back to Ki and the lad, still in some shock. Ki had discovered
what her boss was up to and she didn't like him sealing artefacts from her
parent's home country, and smuggling them here. So, she wanted to do something
about it, but Stanley had friends in high places and it would be difficult to
make anything stick. So, the woman needed 'another way' of stopping her boss!
After a few phone calls, a couple of meetings and talking to someone called
Dave, Ki was put in contact with JJ. She'd informed the black woman about the
next shipment that was due in and JJ said she would sort it out!

Now there just remained one last thing to sort out, the lad that had witnessed
all this, so what was to be done with him? Somehow Lance knew this! JJ told
the lad that now his Father was heading for hospital and then jail he would
have to take over his Father business, his legitimate business and he'd have
to run it properly! But of course, there was Ki who would now be 'his' private
secretary, and would be there to give him a 'guiding hand!' That was an
appealing thought for the lad, the business and his own private secretary,
'hmmm.' This would give the lad an extra incentive to cooperate with the
police when they arrived, making business records available to them, that sort
of thing.

Suddenly a thousand different thoughts when through the lad's head, he knew
his Father was a bit of a thief on the side and so probably deserved what was
coming to him. But now with his Father out the way he was going to be in
charge of the, proper business, the money! Ki could see the look on the young
lad's face "maybe you can go on that holiday now?" 'How did she know what he'd
been thinking?'

It was time for JJ to leave now but before she did she toss something to
Lance. He caught it and looked down at the object in his hand, it was a hotel
door pass key, 'The Excelsior Hotel' the best in the City. "I have a room
there, why don't you two go there and I'll met you later. After what happened
today you'll probably have a lot to think about. We can go over, the three of
us, exactly what you would 'like to do'!" Lance looked at the stunning black
woman JJ and then over to the beautiful Ki, 'OH YES!'

JJ tuned as she left "oh by the way there's a jacuzzi in the room if you want
to use it!" Then she was on her way, she still had a couple of things to do
before she went to the hotel, after all it was Christmas and both Lance and Ki
seemed like a nice little 'extra' something for her to enjoy. Yes, just a
couple of things to do first!

Ki took Lance's hand lead him away from all this nastiness, the pair stepped
outside the new company boss and his now very personal secretary, the lad
thought about that jacuzzi, which made him smile and also about the
'Institution of African, Middle Eastern and Asian Learning.' Very
stereotypical but the black woman in leather and the oriental Ki, two out of
three ... ...! Then an idea, he'd already picked up his Father's phone,
thinking ahead the lad knew that if he was going to take over the company he'd
need this. As he scrolled through the phone and all those contacts he thought
of someone he'd seen at his Fathers, in his company, 'someone' who might like
a night out on a plush hotel. Then he could make it three out of three!

Laila was a junior manger in the company but was sure she'd been looked over
just because she was a woman and from a different background. Over the last
half hour or so she'd received a number of calls telling her that the 'boss
had been injured', 'the boss had been arrested' and other calls. The company's
rumour mill was working overtime even on Boxing Day. She wondered what was
going on and then when she got a call from the 'boss' phone and spoken to Ki,
well Laila was just a little surprised.

The good-looking Laila had been invited by the 'new boss' to dinner tonight to
the Excelsior, to talk about her future position in the company, ' ... ... and
bring an overnight bag, he's cute and you might want to stay!' How could you
say no to that? The woman from the sun kisses Persian Gulf looked over to her
boyfriend who was asleep after a beer or two too many and thought 'why not!'
Time, I had a bit of a treat, something special after all it is Christmas and
I have been good, quite good, so why shouldn't I get a nice treat from Santa
... ... .!