Tara Is Told What She Must Do In The Future

The two of them sat on the carpet and marble floor, completely spent.
"This was far better than I had hoped," muttered Steve.

"It was ok up to the fucking," piped Tara. "I sure hope you're right about the next time."

"I'm sure it will feel much better next time," Steve reassured her.
"I always thought my first time would be with a boy my own age...but I guess there's no turning back now."

"Would you want to turn back if you had the chance?" Asked Steve.
Tara looked at Steve...

"No," she said softly.

Steve sat up. "I liked it, too...and we'll do it many times...with lots of different people...people who can help you in your skating career. And between me and you, I can tell you for sure that you're going to have one helluva future."

Steve pulled Tara onto his lap. "Let me tell you the rules," he began, "Unlike most sports, in skating you don't score goals or cross a finish line first. How well you do on ice is based on the opinions of the judges. What we're going to start doing is shaping their opinions before the competition starts. I have some influence because I've managed three Olympic Champions and four National title holders."

"The judges are usually people knowledgeable about skating, but they, too, are beholden to people who sponsor their athletes. Tara, you are going to meet them all...and you're going to get them all beholden to you...even if it means doing with some of them what we just did together."

"You mean all these people will want to fuck me?" Asked Tara.

"Not all," continued Steve, "Probably very few. But there will be some who like very young girls... And once you have been intimate with them, you will tell them how much you enjoyed it... it will be my job, not yours, to casually remind them that they could go to jail for knowing you so intimately."

There is a tremendous amount of work that's going to start tomorrow morning, and I want you to devote one hundred percent of your life to doing the things necessary. The Olympics is little more than two years away, and that doesn't give any of us much time. Get your clothes on, and when you leave I'll turn you over to Miss Ellis who will prepare a schedule for you starting tomorrow morning. I've already told my legal department to start preparing a contract for you."

"You were pretty confident I'd do what you wanted," said Tara.

"Winners are always confident," smiled Steve.

Steve stood up and started to gather his clothing. Tara did likewise.
"Now go home. I already have you on my schedule to start work with you at 8:00 tomorrow morning."

"Today was a day for pleasure...but starting tomorrow, you're going to begin working harder than you've ever worked. And, oh, before I forget, I'm going to have a combination press conference and party to announce you to the public in about ten days. I'll want you looking your best. Miss Ellis will take you shopping and to the beauty parlour next Friday. And I must say that I have rarely seen an eighteen-year-old so ravishingly beautiful."