0 comments/ 57514 views/ 6 favorites Jade East By: JocelynJoyce This is a story of the old Hong Kong of a generation ago, of a gateway between West and East, of a place of unique people with unique attitudes. A century from now, this will all be a vague memory, a rumor among other rumors in abandoned texts. Chapter One. At the moment, Laura Scanlon is alone in the airplane, seated near the window, her eyes on the darkening sky and the calm Pacific Ocean so vast in its extent. They've been in the air seven hours, seven hours out of San Francisco, seven more hours to Hong Kong. She smells perfume from somewhere, or is it a man's cologne? No, it must be perfume. Then she wonders why Emilio hasn't yet returned. Is he still in the lounge? These days she always feels so lost without Emilio. She can't bear the idea that soon they'll be parted. She wants Emilio here beside her again. She runs her fingers over the soft leather purse in her lap. The lights in the cabin are dim as people rest before the evening meal. Enough time has passed since they left San Francisco to make people weary of each other, to make them eager for silence as the noise of the engines continues. The steward approaches, glances at her, smiles and passes on. Laura looks at the man on the opposite side of the aisle and she wonders if he lives in Hong Kong. Their eyes meet and she turns her face away to look at the window again. The only man she wants is Emilio. She feels so insecure without Emilio. She'd rather they go to Europe than to Hong Kong. They might bask in leisure on the Riviera if it pleased him. * * * Seen from a certain angle, she looks younger than her twenty- eight years. The skin of her face is translucent, the cheekbones high, the lips full and modestly sensuous. Her brown hair is luxuriant, carefully waved, a cluster of impish curls on her left temple. When she stands erect before her mirror, her breasts are substantial enough to be slightly pendulous, the curves of the two breasts neatly balanced by the perfect curves of the two buttocks. Except for the curves of breasts and buttocks, her body is long and slender. Her belly is flat and her thighs are long, and at the joining of her thighs the hair is only slightly darker in color than the hair that frames her face. She keeps her grooming immaculate, hair, nails, makeup, all of it cared for with the utmost devotion. * * * Emilio returns to her with a bottle of wine and two glasses in his hands. "Look what I've brought for us, darling." Laura shows her happiness by kissing his cheek as he sits down in the seat beside her. She watches him as he opens the wine, and then she holds her glass to be filled. She waits until Emilio has filled his own glass, and then they toast each other, smile at each other, sip the wine with their eyes on each other. "I love you," she says. Emilio smiles as he touches her hand. A late dinner is served, and she listens as Emilio tells her an amusing story of a trip to Brazil. She feels happy. She feels happier now than ever before in her life. She wants nothing except to make Emilio as happy as herself. * * * In Florence one morning she stood in front of the dressing table in their hotel room wearing only a pair of white lace panties, her hands on her hips, her eyes on the mirror as she looked at her breasts, turned her body to look at them from another angle, wondering if they were as pretty as she thought. Then Emilio came out of the shower with a huge erection under the towel, and when she saw it they both laughed and he pulled the towel away to show it to her. He came behind her, pressed himself against her, his stiff penis against the white lace that covered her ass. She leaned her hands against the dressing table as he pulled the panties down her legs and off her feet. She leaned and bent forward as he slid his penis deep inside her sex and started doing it to her from behind. His balls slapped against her sex, and when he finished she quivered as she felt the wetness between her legs. Afterward they went out to look at the statues in the Piazza del Duomo. * * * When the dinner has ended and the trays are cleared by the stewards, they sit back in their seats to watch a dull film on the screen. Laura feels drowsy as she leans her head against Emilio's shoulder. The sky outside is dark now, the cabin quiet as the passengers settle in for the long night. She hears the voices in the film only vaguely as she attempts to sleep. She cuddles against Emilio. She always feels so secure when she sleeps against his shoulder like this. She does not want to think about tomorrow. * * * Sometime during the night she awakens as she feel Emilio's hand sliding into her lap. She remains motionless, her eyes closed, waiting. A blanket now covers them and she hopes no one can see anything. She waits for Emilio's hand. The hand continues moving over her knees, then slides under the edge of her dress to stroke her knees through the nylon of her pantyhose. What time is it now? She opens her eyes and she looks at the cabin around them. The cabin is so dark, it must be past midnight. Emilio's hand moves upward, his fingers pushing between her legs, her breath catching as she feels his fingertips stroking the insides of her thighs. She opens her legs to him, her knees parting under the blanket. She closes her eyes and she remains motionless as Emilio's fingers at last touch the nylon that covers her sex. She wants him to stop it. She wants him to go on. "Darling, wait..." "No one can see us." "Yes, but let me go to the washroom first and I'll take something off." He sighs as he pulls his hand away. She kisses his cheek, and then she rises and she slides her body out to the aisle. Now she tries to remember in which direction she ought to walk, and then when she does remember she turns and she walks down the long aisle to the washrooms. * * * One day when they were lovers only a short time, he asked her if she was more devoted to him than to any other man that she'd known. She said yes, it was true, she was more devoted to him than to any of the others. He said he wanted to have her in a public place but that she had to be specially dressed for it. She would have to wear a black dress, and under that black stockings and black shoes with very high heels. She would have to find garters to hold up the stockings or maybe stockings with elastic tops. When she had what he wanted, when she was dressed in the manner he wanted, he took her into the country and he made love to her against a tree. He had her against the tree with her dress raised to her hips and one of her legs lifted so that he could get his penis inside her. Then he had her on the ground with her legs in the black stockings on his shoulders and his cock driving into her sex with such force that it made her cry out with pleasure. * * * In the airplane, when the door is locked, she looks at the minuscule washroom and she's thankful it's still clean. She glances at her image in the mirror, at her red lips, at the waves of dark brown hair that frame her face. Then she slips out of her shoes and she lifts her dress to get at the waistband of her pantyhose. She pulls at the tights, pulls the nylon sheath down her thighs and legs and then off her feet. After she drops her skirt, she gathers the pantyhose and she stuffs them inside her purse. The plane rocks a moment and she has to steady herself against one of the walls. Then she slips into her shoes again, rising up on the high heels, her eyes on the mirror over the basin. Once again she looks at her face, at her eyes. She pulls at her dress to slide it upward, and then she moves a hand between her legs to touch her sex. She quivers with pleasure as she feels the wetness, the moisture coating the outer lips. As she leaves the washroom, she thinks only of Emilio. She walks along the aisle again, searching for their seats, searching for Emilio. Then at last she finds him in the darkness and she slides past his knees to seat herself next to the window again. In a moment their laps are again covered by the blanket, and as Emilio once more slides his hand under her dress and between her legs, he murmurs his approval when he finds her pantyhose gone. She turns her face toward his and they kiss in the dark. His hand moves again under the blanket, his fingers stroking the insides of her thighs, the bare skin of her thighs under her dress. He finds her sex and he strokes it lightly with his fingertips. Her eyes closed, she opens her legs even wider under the blanket. Someone passes along the aisle in the darkness. Is it the steward? Laura quivers as she feel Emilio's fingers touch her again. She feels her thighs trembling. She wants her sex to be open to him, open to his hand, open to his fingers. Is she wetter now than before? She moans as Emilio strokes the lower part of her slit, avoiding her clitoris, avoiding the apex. He whispers in her ear: "You're excited." "Yes." "You're thinking about tomorrow." "No, it's not that at all." He makes a sound of amusement. "But I think it is." "Emilio I told you..." "But you're doing it to please me." "Yes, if you want it." His fingers again. The pleasure he can give her with his fingers always amazes her. No other man has ever been able to do to her what Emilio does to her. No other man has ever brought her such excitement. A shudder passes through her body as he begins a slow masturbation of her sex. His fingers have still not touched her clitoris, but she knows it will happen. She sits half-reclined, her head turned to the side, her eyes closed as Emilio's fingers gently stroke the parted lips. Now he finds her stiff clitoris and he grazes it carefully with a fingertip. Her sex is drenched now, and it occurs to her that her dress will be stained. But she planned to change her dress in the morning anyway. She groans as Emilio presses his fingers against her clitoris. She wants him inside her now. She craves to have his fingers inside her. Inside my cunt. Inside my cunt here in the darkness. He continues to stroke her with his fingertips. Then at last she feels one of his fingers penetrate the mouth of her vagina. She prays for him to finish it, prays for him to bring the orgasm on quickly. She feels her knees shaking, and then he touches her clitoris again, rubbing it with his finger, rubbing it back and forth, until an instant later her belly twitches and she gasps as the fire of the orgasm sweeps through her sex. When she recovers her senses, she kisses his cheek. "I love you." "You come like a schoolgirl," he says with amusement. He pulls at her hand to get it into his lap and she immediately knows what he wants. She finds the bulge of his penis and she explores its contours, the stiffness under the cloth of his trousers. For a while she merely runs her fingers over it, exciting herself as she feels its rigidity, the length of it, the bloated glans under the cloth. "Go on," he says. She senses his impatience and she finds pleasure in it, a reassurance of his desire for her. Her fingers find the zipper along the front of his trousers and she pulls at the tab, pulls the zipper down toward his thighs. Then she slides her hand inside the opening to find his penis, her fingers pulling at the tube of warm flesh, extracting it, bringing it out of his trousers under the blanket, her fingers squeezing it, her excitement increasing as she feels the wetness at the swollen tip. "Go on," he says. Yes, go on. Her fingers curl around the rigid shaft, stroking it slowly. Now she recalls the image of it, the picture forming in her mind, the memory of his penis bloated and strong, extended to its full dimensions, the knob so much darker in color than the shaft, the veined length of it. She feels a great warmth in her belly, an affirmation of her love for him. This is my master, she thinks. Her fingers are on the shaft, her fingers curled. She begins to stroke it, her hand moving, her wrist moving, her fingers squeezing and then relaxing again. She tries to remember the first time she did this to him. Where was it? In the Bahamas? Yes, in the Bahamas, in that bungalow they had on the beach. He came to her naked after a shower and she fondled his genitals and she started masturbating him. Then he stopped her and he made her go with him to the beach and start it again. They stood on the beach under the moon and the dark sky and she stroked him with her hand until he came in great spurts on the sand. She remembers the way the sperm glistened in the moonlight. Does he want to come quickly? She adores making a man come. She adores making Emilio come. She adores the way his penis always twitches and throbs in her hand when it begins spurting. She feels the increased size of it now, the swelling all along the length of the organ, the swelling of the bulb of the glans. With her free hand, she opens her purse, fumbles inside it, extracts a tissue and then carries the tissue under the blanket to the tip of his penis. Now she strokes him with more determination, her fingers gripping the shaft, her wrist moving up and down, up and down. Then she feels the pulsing, the twitching, and finally he utters a muted groan as he begins discharging the sperm into the tissue that she holds over the glans. She finishes it. The presence of the blanket covering their laps makes it awkward, but she manages to finish it completely. Afterward she leans against his shoulder and she tries to sleep. * * * In the morning when she opens her eyes, she discovers she still holds the wad of tissue in her hand. What time is it now? Is it seven yet? They breakfast together, smile at each other, use the washroom to clean their faces and change their clothes. "I think I'm frightened," she says. "No, don't be." "But will he like me? He may not like me at all." "It's all arranged." But she remains uncertain. She has agreed to things, but she's still uncertain of the consequences. How does one ever know all the consequences of things? She has agreed to things because Emilio asked it of her. Only because Emilio asked it of her. I do love him, she thinks. As they circle in toward Kai Tak Airport, she looks at Hong Kong Island, at the bay and Kowloon. "Where's his house?" she says. "In the hills of Kowloon." Chapter Two. Li Wu is smiling at them. He wears an English suit and his appearance is trim and elegant. They sit in a large room in his opulent house in the hills of Kowloon. They drink cool white wine and they talk quietly about trivialities. "The weather here has been quite wonderful," Li Wu says. His English is perfect; not British, but not completely American. Emilio nods, and they begin talking about the various climatic zones and their significance in the scheme of things. Laura watches them. She looks at Emilio and she looks at Li Wu. She hears the words but she pays no attention to them. At intervals Wu looks at Laura. Their eyes meet. She turns her eyes away to look at a Chinese tapestry on the far wall. Then in a moment she glances at the two men again and she's relieved to find that Wu is no longer looking at her. She feels overcome with uncertainty. When she looks at Emilio again, he smiles at her as if to offer her reassurance. She looks at the decor. The house is indeed beautiful, filled with Chinese and European antiques. Li Wu is evidently a man of refined tastes, a collector of art objects, a person of sensibilities. After a while Li Wu rises, murmurs an apology and leaves them. Emilio smiles at her, and when she rises from her chair, Emilio also rises and he goes to her and takes her hand. "I'm uneasy," she says. "But everything will be fine." He kisses her forehead as he strokes her shoulders. Then she presses against him and she's amazed as she feels his erection pushing at her belly. "Everything will be fine," he says again. "But you must remember to be obedient." "Yes." "I'm going to leave now." "Please, not yet..." "No, darling, it's time." She wants to cry, but she restrains herself. He kisses her again, this time kissing her lips, and then he pulls away from her and he leaves her. * * * One time in Barcelona they had a lover's quarrel. They'd been strolling in the Plaza de Cataluna, and when they returned to their hotel room Emilio said he wanted to watch her masturbate. She had never done that while anyone was watching her and she refused. Emilio became very angry and he left her alone in the room for several hours. When he returned he asked her again and this time she agreed. After she undressed, he told her how to arrange her body in the middle of the bed with her knees up and her thighs open. He sat near the foot of the bed, in a chair near the open window, and he watched her as she fingered her sex. Having him watch her do it excited her greatly, and she soon had a series of strong orgasms. After that he made love to her, and when he entered her he said her sex felt swollen and hot. He promised that if they quarreled again he would never leave her. * * * She's alone in the room. She looks at the furnishings, the Chinese paintings, the antiques. She goes to the window to look at the gardens. Through the trees in the distance, the bay is visible. In which direction is Hong Kong? Then she look at the edge of the gardens and she feels a sudden shock as she sees Emilio and a girl. Or is it a woman? At this distance it's not possible to tell one way or the other. She stares at them, at Emilio and the girl They appear to be talking, the girl turning her slender body a moment, and then turning back to face Emilio again. Emilio takes the girl's arm and he leads her away. Laura watches them until they move out of sight, around the corner of the house to where the front drive is located. She can see part of the road that leads from the front of the house to the highway. She stands at the window without moving. All the windows are closed and no noise enters from the outside. She hoped she would not see them. She did not want to see them. But now that it's happened, she isn't sorry. It's better, she thinks. Suddenly a long black limousine appears on the road to the highway, the long car moving slowly away from the house and toward the gate at the edge of the estate. It must be Li Wu's car, the same car that brought them from their hotel in Hong Kong. Emilio and the girl are no doubt in the car now. She watches the car. She feels a great dismay as she watches the car vanish beyond the trees. Well, you knew it, she thinks. You did know it. * * * "Women are made to give pleasure," Emilio once said. "Don't you think that's true?" "Must they give pleasure always?" "Yes, always. In any case, they ought to." "And if it doesn't please them?" "They ought to give pleasure anyway. They ought to take pleasure in the pleasing. It's more sensible, isn't it?" * * * Li Wu has returned to the room. They sit facing each other across the blue and white Chinese rug. Is the rug also an antique? Li Wu talks about his house, his collection of Oriental objects, his fondness for the paintings of the Frenchman Utrillo. "You're very beautiful," he says. "Thank you." "Much beyond my expectations." "Is that girl your wife?" "Which girl?" "The girl who left with my husband." "The agreement is that one doesn't speak of such things. She knows nothing about you, you see. Nothing at all. Isn't that fair?" "Yes." "Will you have more wine with me?" He pours the cool chablis into her glass and she sips it. He looks at her ankles. Her legs are covered with a dark beige nylon that gives them a sleek look. Then he lifts his eyes and he gazes a long time at the front of her silk blouse. Jade East "Tell me about your breasts," he says casually. "Are they as firm as they look under the silk?" * * * She has put the wine glass down on the small table beside her chair. She feels a deep uncertainty, and she also feels the flush in her cheeks. How silly, she thinks. She remembers her promise to Emilio, the assurances repeated again and again. "I don't know," she says. "I don't know if my breasts are firm. Yes, I suppose they are. How do I call you? Do I call you Li or Wu?" "You must call me Wu." "Yes." He seems content. He talks of the Colony, of his friends in Hong Kong and Kowloon, of their tastes and habits. She wonders about him, wondering about the source of his wealth, the position he maintains in Hong Kong society. Does he visit the Governor's Residence? She remembers that Emilio told her Wu is an important figure in Hong Kong affairs. Above all things, Wu is polite. For the first time, she notices the beauty of his hands. The fingers are slender, artistic, expressive. She thinks of Emilio's hands and she groans inside at the need to be with Emilio again. Wu nods politely. "I'd like you first bound and gagged," he says in a quiet voice. "It's merely a fancy I have. Do you mind? You won't be hurt, of course. Nothing like that. I've no desire to cause you any pain or discomfort. Is it all right?" Once again she has no idea what to say. Is this expected? Did Emilio warn her? Yes, of course he did. She looks at Wu and she nods. She remembers Emilio's caution to be obedient. Wu seems pleased. With a soft sigh, he settles back in his chair and he sips his wine again. "I'm tired," she says. "I'd like a bath and some rest, if it's possible." Wu is solicitous. He immediately rises and he rings for the butler. When the butler arrives, Wu speaks to him in Chinese and the butler bows without looking at her. Then Wu turns to her and he smiles. "Koy will show you to your room. If you need anything at any time, Koy will provide it." * * * When they lived in Paris, Emilio said it gave him great pleasure to protect her from the world. He said certain women are fragile creatures, hot flowers than need to be protected from the elements. He accompanied her on all her shopping trips, helped her choose her clothes, her jewelry, her perfume. They visited lingerie establishments and Emilio selected the slips and brassieres and panties that he liked. In one place they had a display of pretty corsets and bustiers, and a red waist-nipper caught his fancy and he bought if for her. That evening he insisted she try it on. He wanted her wearing the waist-nipper and high heels and nothing else. After the hooks were fastened, he made her walk back and forth in front of him. He said the waist-nipper made her ass irresistible. That night for the first time he penetrated her anus. The pain was horrible and she cried. In the morning he did it again and this time it was better for her. * * * In the room to which the butler escorts her, she finds her clothes have already been put away by the servants. As the butler bows and leaves, she wonders if he speaks English. How can he provide her with anything if he doesn't speak English? She walks to the window and she looks at the lovely gardens outside. She thinks she can see the highway in the distance, but she isn't certain. A bath would be welcome. She ought to relax now in a warm bath. She walks into the large bathroom that adjoins the bedroom and she draws the bath. After that she strips her clothes off and she climbs into the tub with a sigh of relief. Yes, this is what she needs at the moment. Later, after she tires of the bath, she leaves it and she dries her body. Then she wraps the towel around herself and she returns to the bedroom. She opens the closets to make certain her clothes have been hung properly, and then as she looks at the dressing table she notices for the first time that someone has put a tray with a pot of tea on it. How nice that is. Yes, she does want it. How thoughtful of Wu. She pours a cup of tea, drinks some of it, and almost immediately afterward she feels dizzy. Oh my God, she thinks. She staggers to the bed, and in a moment she falls down on the counterpane and she blacks out. * * * Before they left New York, Emilio said: "Are you happy?" "I'm always happy with you." "People often don't understand happiness." "Will we be happy always?" "Yes, I think so." "I'll always be happy with you." * * * When she opens her eyes again, she has no idea how much time has passed. She discovers her wrists and ankles are attached to restraints, the lower part of her body raised on a support of some kind. Her mouth is taped tightly enough to prevent any movement of her lips. The towel is gone and she's naked, and as she looks around her she realizes this isn't the bedroom at all, not the room she was in before she blacked out. She's in some other room, on a bed again, a dimly lit room with hardly any furniture in it. Then the door opens and Wu enters. He now wears a Chinese robe of maroon silk. His face is without expression as he walks toward her. For a moment he does nothing but stand at the foot of the bed and gaze at her. She feels herself blushing as his eyes fix on her breasts and then on the hairy thatch between her legs. The way her ankles are bound and pulled apart, she has no doubt he can see everything she has down there. How ridiculous to be exposed to his eyes like this. She feels embarrassment and anger and then embarrassment again. She tries to protest through the tape on her mouth, but nothing comes out except a meaningless noise. Wu removes his robe and he reveals himself to be naked. Since he stands directly in front of her at the foot of the bed, she can't help looking at him. What she sees is a slender but masculine body with an erect penis. As she watches him, he takes hold of his penis with his hand and he slowly caresses the length and thickness of the upright organ. A quiver of excitement passes through her as he carefully retracts the foreskin to uncover the glans. "I thought it would be easier to have you bound while you were drugged," he says. "But it's only a harmless sleeping potion and the effects wear off quickly." After that he says nothing more. He approaches her and he reaches out to stroke her slit with his fingers. She closes her eyes and she groans through the tape on her mouth as she feels his fingers separate the lips of her sex to get at the groove between them. She opens her eyes again. He pulls at the labia, toying with her flesh, inspecting her sex, and then without warning his fingers penetrate her vagina. She groans again as she feels the fingers churning around and around as if to widen the passage. In a moment he withdraws his fingers and he replaces them with the knob of his penis. She watches it. Her eyes open, she watches his thick organ penetrate her sex with a single thrust. He mutters something, and then he begins a rhythmic thrusting, his penis sliding in and out of her channel, his fingers now stroking the upper part of her slit to manipulate her clitoris. It seems to last forever, and she soon finds herself crying out with pleasure again and again. Before he reaches his crisis, he withdraws his penis from her vagina and he spurts his seed on her belly. Transfixed, she watches the squirting cock as he finishes milking it with his hand. After that he dons his robe and he leaves the room. * * * The first time Emilio used the ropes was after a party in a Village townhouse. She had no idea he had the ropes, the velvet covered pieces that were designed for this purpose and no other. When they arrived home, he kissed her as always and he said he wanted to make love to her. But when she undressed, he brought the ropes out and he said he wanted to tie her to the bed. She was frightened at first, and then she told herself this is Emilio and he wouldn't hurt her. So she agreed to it and he tied her to the four corners of the bed with the velvet ropes. Then he teased her clitoris with his fingers until she came a few times, and after that he straddled her breasts and he put his penis in her mouth. He took her that way, his member pushing and sliding in and out of her mouth until he discharged, and when that happened she gagged on the sperm and she was ashamed. He stroked her face and he said he loved her. Then he untied one of her hands and he asked her to masturbate while he watched her. She did what he wanted, and when the orgasm arrived he kissed her again and he told her she looked beautiful. * * * She lies there helpless, aware of the puddle of sperm on her belly, shocked by the realization that whatever is happening to her, she wants it. I want it, she thinks, I do want it. The door opens and the butler comes in. Her embarrassment is acute, her dismay intense as the old Chinese walks to the foot of the bed to look at her. He looks at her sex and at the pool of sperm on her belly. He doesn't touch her; he merely looks at her. Then he goes to a small dressing table against the wall and he returns with a towel. He wipes the pool of sperm from her belly and he tosses the towel away. After that he removes the restraints that bind her wrists and ankles, and then he removes the tape that covers her mouth. He brings a robe to her and she puts it on. The butler leads her out of the bedroom and down the corridor to her own room. He leaves her. She goes to the bed and immediately she collapses on it in a flood of tears. She moans: "Oh Emilio." Then she stops crying and she rolls over on her back. She reaches down to part the robe and touch her sex. She strokes the slit, the outer lips, and then her clitoris. As she lies on the bed with her knees raised, she begins to masturbate. She continues until she has an intense orgasm. When it's finished, she rolls over on her belly again and she sleeps. Chapter Three. The next day she sees nothing of Wu. She leaves her bedroom in the morning to have breakfast in the dining room, but only the butler is there, waiting for her, his face without expression. When she sits down, he serves her breakfast. "I'd like orange juice," she says. He looks at her without understanding. "Orange juice," she says. He shakes his head and he says something in Chinese. She thought everyone in the Colony spoke English, whether or not they were Chinese. How inconvenient it is to have the butler speak no English. Then she blushes as she remembers the way he looked at her when she was bound and gagged on that bed. She has breakfast alone and she sees nothing of Wu. She has lunch alone, again served by the butler in the dining room. Still, she sees nothing of Wu. In the afternoon she amuses herself with magazines. Then she walks in the gardens to look at the various exotic flowers. After that she goes to one of the sitting rooms and she watches the English language television channels. * * * In the early evening, the black limousine returns from somewhere. No doubt Wu is inside it. She waits for him to summon her, but nothing happens. Instead the butler brings a note to her room. In the note, the letters in a cramped style, Wu asks her to dress for dinner at eight o'clock. He says he looks forward to seeing her then. Signed: Wu. She puts the note on the dressing table and she gazes at it a long time. * * * Later, as she bathes and prepares herself for dinner, she thinks of Emilio again. She wonders where he is, where he's gone with that Chinese girl. Or is it a woman? She imagines Emilio has taken her to a house somewhere, maybe in Macao, maybe in Singapore. Emilio is worldly enough to know many houses. After the bath she chooses an evening dress before applying her makeup. It's a question of the coloring. An actress friend once taught her to always choose the dress before doing the makeup in order to make the skin-tone appropriate. Instead of pantyhose, she decides to wear a lace garter belt and sheer stockings. She always does this with Emilio in the evening when they dine in a restaurant or when they go to a party at a friend's house. This is her first dinner with Wu and she's pleased that he's told her to dress for it. She'll wear the sheer stockings for Wu. Now Wu has become her lover and she'll dress for Wu the way she dresses for Emilio. It's what Emilio wants, she thinks. He did tell her that. She wears the sheerest black stockings she can find, and sandals with high thin heels. She remembers how Wu looked at her legs when they first met, as she sat with Emilio in that large living room. She feels excitement as she recalls the way Wu looked at her when she was bound and gagged. He does excite her. She wants Emilio, but Wu does excite her. She perfumes herself and she chooses jewelled earrings. * * * She already knows the way to the dining room, and at eight o'clock she leaves the bedroom and she descends the stairs alone to find Wu. She passes no one on the stairs, no one in the large hall between the foot of the stairs and the front of the building. Chinese paintings adorn the walls, and an occasional small painting by Utrillo of one street or another in Paris. Wu waits for her in the small sitting that adjoins the dining room, and when he sees her he seems pleased by her appearance. "You look lovely," he says. "Thank you." "May I call you Laura?" "Yes, please." She recalls the previous day, the straps that held her to the bed, the look in Wu's eyes as he opened her sex with his fingers. They sit opposite each other at the dinner table, only the two of them, the servants bustling back and forth with the various courses. Wu apologizes for his absence all day, explaining that he had business to attend to in Hong Kong. He says he'd like some day to leave Hong Kong and live permanently in New York, but the time hasn't come yet. Does she enjoy New York? She says yes, she and Emilio do enjoy New York. They also spend part of the year in Paris and they enjoy that too. * * * After the dinner is finished, Wu suggests a stroll in the gardens. "It's a warm evening," he says. "The gardens are lovely at this time of year." She takes his arm as they walk through the French window and into the gardens. Yes, the night is lovely, isn't it? A lovely night with a host of stars in the black sky. Once again she wonders where Emilio is. Where is he at this moment? If she asks Wu, he won't tell her. But then it's possible Wu doesn't know either. It's possible Wu knows nothing more than she does. Wu is silent as they walk. She holds his arm and she looks at the starry sky. After a while he leads her out of the gardens and into the house again. "Have you seen the library?" When she says no, he takes her to the wing of the house that contains the library. The room is large, square, the walls covered with books from floor to ceiling. He says the library is hers to use any time she wishes it. Then he points to a footstool and he says: "Why don't you sit there and I'll sit here. I'll have some tea brought to us." The chair he has chosen for himself is not far from the footstool. She hesitates at first, but then she does what he wants. She carefully lowers herself to the footstool, and she sits facing the armchair with her legs together and her dress covering her knees. Wu uses the telephone to order tea, and then he sits down in the armchair and he gazes at her legs. "It's peaceful here," he says. "The books always make me feel at peace." She quivers with uncertainty at what will happen next. In a moment the butler arrives with a tray, a teapot and two porcelain cups. The tea is poured and the butler leaves. As the door closes, her cup makes a tinkling sound against the saucer that she holds in her hand. They sip their tea and Wu continues to gaze at her legs. Then he puts his teacup and saucer on the small table beside the armchair and he leans forward. He pushes the edge of her dress back to expose more of her knees. He asks her to open her legs. "They're much too pretty to hide." She feels the blush in her face. She's afraid she'll spill the tea that she holds in her hands. She glances to the side, and then she places the teacup and the saucer on the floor beside her. Then she does what he wants. She pulls at the dress, and in a moment the edge of her dress is back far enough so that now the tops of her stockings and the straps of her garter belt are revealed. Wu gazes at her thighs, at the white skin above the tops of her dark stockings. He asks her what she did all day to amuse herself in his absence. "Were you bored?" She tells him what she did. She tells him about the magazines, the walk in the gardens, the English language television channels. "Did you masturbate?" She feels her face blushing again. "No, not at all." "In the future when I'm not at home you might do that. It would give me pleasure to know that you do it in my absence." He appears amused by her modesty, her reticence to discuss masturbation. He asks her expose her legs further, and she does so until her panties are revealed. "The most divine temple," he says. The archaic language is an amusement. Is he teasing her? She knows part of her dark pubic triangle is visible through the sheer black lace of her panties. Where is Emilio at this moment? She feels the erotic tension between herself and Wu. She has done this with Emilio, but not with anyone else. Emilio likes to have her without panties when he looks at her this way. Wu continues to gaze at the joining of her thighs as he tells her how much pleasure he had when he took her the previous evening. "The bonds made you a bit frightened," he says. "And because of that the possession was more interesting. Did you enjoy it also?" "I don't know." "But you must be truthful." "Yes, I did enjoy it." He nods and he seems pleased. Then he leans back in his chair. His hand moves to the front of his trousers and his fingers search for the tab of the zipper. He pulls at the tab, pulls it down as far as it will go. He slides his hand inside the front of his trousers and he brings out his erect penis. He says the view of her charms has brought a fire to his loins. "As you can see," he says. She stares at it. She watches as his fingers expose the glans to her eyes. Where is Emilio at this moment? Wu nods. "Won't you suck it?" The sight of the swollen glans excites her. She leaves the footstool and she goes to her knees in front of him. She takes his erect penis in her hand and she slips her lips over the bulb of the glans. Where is Emilio at this moment? The taste of Wu's member excites her. She begins sucking it, her excitement strong enough so that she hurries it. She moves her head up and down as she uses her mouth to stimulate his tumescent flesh. The heat of the cock in her mouth excites her tremendously. His organ feels on fire, as if all the blood in his body has rushed into it. Suddenly the door to the library opens and someone enters. A male servant. Wu makes her remain in place with his penis in her mouth. Mortified, she closes her eyes. But she keeps her head in his lap, her mouth filled with his cock. She feels the eyes on her, the eyes of the servant. Wu speaks to the servant in Chinese, and a moment later the servant leaves the library and quietly closes the door. Wu tells her to continue, but more slowly. "You mustn't hurry it," he says. She feels the pounding of her pulse now. She wants to finish it; she wants his pleasure to match her own. Despite his request to do it slowly, she hurries it again, her mouth agile and active. Wu soon reaches the point of crisis. He makes a sound of pleasure as he ejaculates, the sperm that gushes out of the tip of his penis thick enough so that she has a small orgasm as she swallows it. Jade East He groans again and he makes her remove her mouth from his penis. He seems displeased that she rushed it so. "You shouldn't be awkward," he says. "It's not good to be awkward." She feels an embarrassment that she hasn't pleased him. Emilio is always pleased when she does it this way, the quick sucking, the active movements of her head and lips until the ejaculation occurs. Wu evidently wants something else. "Improvement will come with time," Wu says. Then he apologizes because she hasn't had her own pleasure. "It doesn't matter." "No, it's quite necessary." He tells her to rise, and he asks her to hold her dress up to show her legs to him. "That's lovely," he says. She supposes her sex is drenched, the wetness visible between her legs, the nylon of her panties wet and clinging. Wu uses the telephone, and in a few moments a pretty maid enters the library. He tells Laura to keep her dress raised, and when the girl turns and sees Laura, the girl blushes and averts her eyes. He speaks to the girl in Chinese. The girl nods, and she immediately goes to Laura to take hold of Laura's panties. "Let her remove them," Wu says. Laura remains motionless as the maid pulls her panties down her thighs and legs and off her feet. After that the girl gets down on her knees and she gently pushes Laura's legs apart. Laura protests. "Please, I--" "Yes, you must," Wu says. Laura groans as the girl fastens her mouth on her sex and begins sucking it. She quivers as she feels the moving tongue in her slit. The girl is skillful, practiced, and Laura soon has a tremendous orgasm that causes her to shudder from head to toe. Wu seems pleased as he watches it. * * * In Wu's bedroom she kneels on his bed wearing only the sheer black stockings and the high-heeled sandals. Wu is on the bed behind her, his hands slowly caressing her buttocks, his fingers moving gently over the contours of the globes. Then his fingers move to the bulging sex, the hairy lips of her sex, his fingers tickling the swollen flesh. He kisses her buttocks, his mouth sliding over the smooth skin. She moans as he touches her clitoris with a fingertip. Then he pulls back. Is he looking at her? She quivers, her hips swaying slightly as she waits for him. At last she feels him again, this time his penis, the glans pushing between the lips of her sex to find the entrance to her vagina. He pushes forward, stretching the orifice, filling her passage with his tumescent cock. He grunts as he begins thrusting, driving, pushing inside her. Again and again she feels the force of his excitement. Finally his crisis arrives and he begins spurting. After a while he withdraws and she falls away with his wetness in her sex. * * * Later, alone in her bed, she lies in the dark and she wonders what Emilio is doing. Where is Emilio at this moment? She remembers the feel of the girl's tongue in her sex. Oh Emilio, she thinks. Chapter Four. Wu is gone. She hasn't seen him for two days and she has no idea where he is. The house is quiet, and as she wanders around the place she wonders what the servants think of her. She feels the eyes on her; she feels the servants are always watching her. After breakfast in the morning, she likes to walk in the gardens. These lovely gardens make Wu's house a magical place. She loves the smells of the exotic flowers, the sounds of the birds and the insects. When she's inside the house with nothing to do, she reads in the library. Wu has a collection of books of erotic art, and she amuses herself by turning the pages that show people in various copulative poses. The Chinese are dainty, the Japanese are fierce, the Westerners are too photographic. Nevertheless, the pictures make her excited and they act as an antidote to her boredom. She thinks of Emilio. Where is he at this moment? She sits in a warm bubble bath and she thinks of Emilio. She fondles her breasts, strokes them, toys with her nipples. She slides a hand past her belly to find her clitoris. Holding the tiny organ between her forefinger and middle finger, she jerks it back and forth. It amuses her to masturbate this way because it's almost as if she has a penis. You're too lonely, she thinks. In the afternoon she takes the sun on one of the terraces and she drinks gin tonics. * * * Today Wu has returned and she has lunch with him while he talks of his business affairs. She's happy to have his company again. She never likes it when she's left alone by a man and it's always better when they return to her. She walks in the gardens with Wu and she shows him the various flowers that she's discovered. He appears to know nothing about them. He says Koy is the one who understands the flowers. Koy? The butler, Wu says. Doesn't she remember his name? When they come to a white bench in the garden, he tells her to sit down. He stands in front of her and he says nothing, and then he opens his trousers and he brings his penis out. The glans is only a few inches in front of her face and she's startled by it. His cock dangles, not yet fully erect, and for the first time she notices the olive cast to it. Maybe it's the sunlight. Wu takes his cock in his hand and he rubs the tip back and forth across her lips until she opens them. Then he pushes forward and he begins to slide his penis in and out of her mouth. "Tighten your lips a little more," he says. She does that. She makes the ring of her lips tight enough to grip his penis more firmly. She's a bit astounded by the whole procedure because no one has ever done this to her out in the open. Not like this. She can feel the sun beating down on her face as Wu's now rigid cock slides in and out of her mouth. He takes hold of her head and he starts moving his hips with more vigor. With each thrust, his penis drives deeper inside her mouth until the tip of the glans begins to strike her throat. She becomes afraid of his thrusting, afraid of the force with which he's now doing it, but she holds her head still as her lips grip the sliding shaft. Finally Wu grunts and pulls back until only his glans is in her mouth, and then he holds his body motionless as the sperm jets out of the tip of his penis. She feels the hot sperm on her tongue, squirt after squirt, until he gives a final wriggle of his hips and it's finished. As she swallows the sperm, he looks down at her and he strokes her cheek with his fingertips. "That was pleasant," he says. * * * One afternoon Wu takes her to Hong Kong. They drive in the black limousine through the tunnel that connects Kowloon to the island. Laura peers through the car window at the crowds, the vehicles, the colorful signs over the shops. But Hong Kong seems more sedate than Kowloon. Wu takes her to Gloucester Street, and there they leave the car to enter one of the dress shops. Two girls immediately hurry forward, bowing to Wu, glancing at Laura and bowing to Wu again. She has taken great pains with her appearance today and she knows she looks attractive. The two salesgirls have obviously concluded that she's Wu's mistress. But it's true, isn't it? She's Wu's mistress now. Wu chooses various dresses and he has her try them on. Each time she comes out of the dressing room to model a dress for him, he seems pleased at her appearance. She walks back and forth. She turns. She glances at her image in one of the full-length mirrors. He buys nearly everything. The salesgirls are delighted. They smile at each other as they hurry to wrap the packages. Laura stands off to the side with her eyes on the exterior of the shop, on the traffic in the road. The clothes that Wu has bought her are as good as anything she might buy in New York. Where is Emilio at this moment? Is Emilio in New York? After they leave the dress shop, Wu has the driver take them across the bay to Kowloon. In Nathan Road, Wu leads her into a small lingerie shop. This place is quiet, tended by only one person, a handsome Chinese woman of fifty. Wu speaks to the woman in Chinese and the woman nods. She goes to the front of the shop and she locks the door. Then she puts up the sign announcing the shop is closed and she lowers the blinds to hide the interior of the shop from the outside. "Go with her," Wu says to Laura. The woman leads Laura to a fitting room. "Please undress," the woman says in perfect English. "Everything?" "Yes, of course. He wants to see what he buys for you. He always does, doesn't he?" "I don't know. I haven't known him that long." "Oh I see. Where are you from? Are you from California?" "No, I'm from New York." When Laura is naked, the woman looks at her appraisingly, her eyes moving up and down from Laura's breasts to her belly. "You're very pretty," the woman says. "Thank you." "Here, put these on. I think this is the sort of thing he wants for you. I'll wait outside with Mr. Wu." She hands Laura an open box with some white lace things in it. After the woman leaves, Laura takes the things out of the box and she finds a bra and a pair of panties and a skimpy garter belt. All white lace. When she looks at the bra she discovers the cups have openings to make the nipples exposed. She puts everything on. She puts her own stockings on and she attaches them to the long straps of the ribbon garter belt. Then she steps into her high-heeled pumps and she inspects herself in the full-length mirror. The embroidery of the white lace is delicate, exquisite, the pattern of the panties arranged so that most of her pubic thatch is visible through the sheer mesh. The panties are cut high on the sides, the fit tight enough so the back panel has already slipped into the groove between her buttocks. Since the garter belt consists of only a narrow ribbon around her waist and the set of straps to hold up her stockings, the view of her buttocks and belly is unimpeded. The bra is quite startling. She has never worn a bra like this one, the cups fashioned with embroidered holes so the nipples are completely revealed. The lace cups firmly support her breasts, her dark nipples bulging outward through the openings like two succulent raspberries. She turns once again to look at her ass, at the lewdness of the display. Where is Emilio at this moment? As she walks into the lounge where Wu and the woman are waiting, they turn to look at her with interest. Wu seems pleased. He says something to the woman and she nods. The Chinese woman approaches Laura, urges her to turn slightly to show her ass, and then she adjusts the back panel of the panties. She talks to Wu in Chinese, pulling at the panel, sliding it into the groove between Laura's buttocks, then pulling the lace material out again. After that Wu calls Laura to him, and when she's close enough he reaches out to stroke the cups of the brassiere with his fingertips. He takes her nipples between his thumbs and his forefingers and he tugs them gently. He says something to the woman in Chinese and Laura feels herself blushing as the woman smiles. What did Wu say? The woman leads Wu to a counter where Wu examines examples of various colors. He waves his hand and he buys everything. All the colors. Laura will have the bra and panties and garter belt in a dozen different colors. As she walks back to the fitting room to find her dress, she realizes her nipples are stiff. * * * One time in Paris, Emilio announced he would take her to a striptease. "Someone told me of an interesting place." That evening he took her to a night club in Pigalle, a large room filled with smoke and noise and a crowd of people sitting in twos and threes at small tables. She was surprised to see so many women in the place, but she thought some of them might be prostitutes. After a while a girl came out on the small stage, and she began undressing as she spoke to the audience in French. Laura had no idea what the girl was saying, but she seemed to be telling a story of some kind. As she talked, the girl took everything off except a cache-sexe and her red stockings and the red garter belt that held them up. She also left on her red shoes. Her long breasts jiggled a great deal as she pranced around the small stage on her high heels to show the audience her ass and belly from various angles. The next day, as Laura and Emilio walked along one of the boulevards, Emilio stopped at a lingerie shop and he pointed to a display in the window. In a corner of the window was a mannikin whose upper half was missing, only the buttocks and belly and legs remaining. This lower half of a mannikin was dressed in a red lace garter belt and red stockings. "Why don't you buy it?" Emilio said. "That girl last night wore something just like it." While Emilio walked to the corner kiosk to buy a newspaper, Laura entered the shop and she bought the red lace garter belt and the sheer red stockings. The girl spoke enough English to assure her the belt and the stockings were the right size for her. Later at their hotel, Emilio wanted to see her wearing the red stockings. "Nothing else," he said. "Just the garter belt and the stockings. It's a pity you don't have red shoes, but I suppose those black sandals will do." She did what he wanted, and after that he made her kneel on the bed on all fours while he looked at her. This arrangement of her body always made her feel totally vulnerable, totally exposed. Her breasts hung down elongated from her chest; and since she wore no panties, everything she had between her legs was revealed to him as he sat partly behind her. "That's wonderful," he said. When she turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, she saw the lust in his eyes and it excited her. He started talking about her body, describing it to her, telling her how the red color of the garter belt and stockings seemed to make the skin of her ass glow. Then he talked about what he saw between her buttocks and her thighs, her anus and her sex. He said her sex looked fuller than usual from this angle, the larger lips bulging outward. He described how the hair that fringed her sex grew into the valley between her buttocks. The way he talked about what he saw made her blush. In a few moments he came behind her and he stroked her sex with his hand, his fingers pushing between the lips to find her clitoris. She dropped her head down on the mattress and she arched her back with pleasure as he caressed her. She groaned. "Go in me now. Please..." "With my fingers?" "No, I want more than that." He made a sound of amusement, and then he teased her by continuing to stroke her with his fingers awhile. Finally he removed his robe and he came behind her to penetrate her with his penis. She moaned as she felt the stiff cock pushing inside her waiting sex. "Is it good?" he said. "Yes, it's marvelous." He stroked in and out awhile, and then he told her to move her hips. "Wiggle around," he said. "It excites me when you do that." She did what he wanted. She moved her hips from side to side, rolled her buttocks, her breasts shaking, her throat erupting in a series of moans as his thrusting penis slammed into her sex again and again. She came when he finished inside her, at the moment she felt the penis twitching and spurting in her passage. Tomorrow she would buy red shoes. She remembered seeing a lovely pair of red shoes in one of the shops near the hotel. * * * When Wu brings her home, he has tea served to them in the library. Then he asks her if she'd mind modeling the clothes he bought for her. "I'll wait for you in my bedroom." "Which clothes?" "Why not everything? Do the dresses first, and after that the other things." She goes to her room and she bathes and perfumes herself because she expects he'll want her later on. Then she dons one of the dresses and she goes down to his bedroom to have him look at her. She finds him seated near the open French window wearing a smoking jacket. He folds the newspaper in his hands and he looks at her. "Yes, that's pretty. Do a turn. Walk around a bit." She walks back and forth in the large open space between the bed and the wall opposite the bed. The carpet is deep enough to force her to step carefully in her high heels. Wu says he's pleased with the dress and he asks her to show him another one. As she leaves the room, he unfolds his newspaper and he begins reading it again. She wears the two other dresses for him and he's pleased with them also. She has to change her shoes for the last dress because the color of the shoes is wrong. These are sling-backs that leave her heels bare. He says he likes these shoes better than the others and he'd like her to wear them when she shows him the underwear. In her bedroom again, she wonders how she ought to go to him now. Should she wear a filmy peignoir over the undies or something more prosaic? She never likes it when the servants are aware of what's happening between her and Wu. Sometimes she thinks the servants spy on them. She decides to wear an embroidered robe rather than a sheer peignoir, and as she walks down the corridor she passes one of the maids and she's thankful about her decision. In Wu's bedroom, she closes the door and then she slips out of the robe to show him the new underwear. She chose the black color first because she thought he might like that best. He saw the white things in the shop in Kowloon, and except for the red undies, she thinks the other colors are wrong for her. She feels uncomfortable about wearing red for Wu. She feels that somehow the red color belongs to Emilio. Where is Emilio at this moment? She poses for Wu. She walks back and forth to exhibit her legs in the sheer stockings. Her nipples are stiff, protruding through the holes in the lace bra. Exhibiting herself to Wu like this has excited her tremendously. She hopes he'll take her quickly, that he'll not ask to see her wear the other colors. Then he tells her he wants the panties removed, and this pleases her because now she expects he'll want to have her soon. As she walks back and forth in front of him, she tries to emphasize her belly and ass to entice him to take her immediately. But this evening Wu's interest is elsewhere. He exposes his penis and he tells her that he wants her mouth. She goes down on her knees in front of him and she takes the glans between her lips to suck it. Wu strokes her head with his hands as she does it to him. When he has his crisis, he groans as the sap spurts out of his cock. She sucks and swallows it, cleaning his glans with her tongue, disappointed that now he's finished with her. Later in her room she lies on the bed wearing the shoes and the stockings and the garter belt and she thinks of Emilio. She thinks of Emilio as she masturbates. She thinks of Emilio as she lifts her legs high in the air to point her toes at the ceiling. She groans again and again. Chapter Five. The butler watches her. She feels the butler always has his eyes on her, his face impassive, his eyes always looking at her no matter where she might be. During the day when Wu is gone, she wanders around the house, the gardens, the terraces, and she's always conscious of the butler's eyes upon her. He watches her when she eats alone, or when she sits on the terrace with a cool drink and a magazine. Sometimes he comes to her room to fuss with the airconditioning or to check the window screens. She remembers her exposure to him, her body naked, the way his eyes looked at her. He never talks. She realizes now the butler looks older than he is. He must be forty-five, but the lines in his face make him look much older. Does he have a wife? He seems unafraid of Wu. Or maybe Wu knows everything the butler does and he approves it. Yes, Wu must know everything. Wu knows everything and he doesn't care. So she fears the butler. When she feels his eyes upon her, she's afraid.