2 comments/ 12727 views/ 7 favorites Beijing Chicken... By: TheRedChamber "Welcome, sir. You are Mr Martin, yes? Please if you would follow me" From her first sentence as I entered the tea house, I could tell that the hostess had good English; a strong Chinese accent for sure, but with a gentle sing-song quality to it and a friendly confidence that put me immediately at my ease. This confirmed the impression I had got as I had approached the tea house; it was a obviously a high quality establishment. While a few restaurants in the area had staff that could speak some English, it tended to be rudimentary, hesitant and at times nearly incomprehensible. At three in the afternoon the bottom floor was nearly empty of customers, but as we passed through the main hall though I counted at least ten different hostesses, each tall and beautiful. I suspected that they were chosen not only for their general good looks, but also according to a particular fetish that the manager or owner must have. They were all over five foot eight, and none had pronounced breasts or bottoms, though the traditional Chinese dress that each wore subtly emphasised their figures. Each dress was identical, white with the branches of a cherry blossom tree embroidered up the left-hand side. Each had a small walkie-talkie discretely pinned to their chest. Their hair and make-up was also identical, with their hair tied in a bun held in place by a matching pink and white sticks. Unlike many Chinese girls they didn't cover their faces with whitening make-up but seemed to have naturally porcelain skin. Each was beautiful, but for my money, the hostess who had greeted me was the nicest of the lot. Though the restaurant was empty, each girl stood upright in her appointed place, neither looking bored nor chatting with their neighbour, but waiting with a relaxed serenity. They bowed slightly in turn as I passed. I tried not to feel too out of place. I told myself that I should feel like ten thousand Renminbi, which was after all what I was getting paid for this afternoon. After all I was wearing the new Armani suit and the Rolex watch, my shoes were shined, my eyebrows were plucked, I was carrying an expensive looking leather briefcase. I tried to reassure myself that I looked the part. On the other hand, it was nearly forty degrees and it was impossible to avoid sweating. The air quality around Beijing had been particularly bad that day and my skin felt grimy. I felt like a fraud, especially knowing that my clothes and watch would have to be returned by the end of the afternoon. I ran my fingers though my newly cut and styled hair. I had enjoyed having my my head washed and massaged in the salon. I'd even enjoyed being hand shaved with an old fashioned cut-throat razor by a woman who was apparently one of the most sought-after stylists in Beijing. More embarrassing was having my public hair trimmed by one of her trainees, especially as she had done little to hide her amazement at the size of my member, "Aiya..Hen da...very...big". We didn't have enough of either language in common for me to do anything more than simply agree with her. "Yes...big" I had said with a nervous smile. Without being too immodest, my dick is big by Western standards; by Chinese standards it's nearly freakish; ten inches erect and not that much smaller flaccid. As she took her scissors to my pubes, she had to work around my cock, moving it from side to side, gingerly at first, and then with more confidence, each time sighing gently "hao da ya", so big. She'd been a plump girl, trendily dress with a round face, as she'd bent over me to see to her work, I'd been able to see down her top. I thought about trying to get her phone number, but after I had to endure her applying wax and pulling the hair from out between my bum-checks, my affection for her waned temporarily waned somewhat. Beside I had to keep my mind on my work. As we reached the stairs of the tea house, my hostess turned her head back and said "Mrs Lin sends her apologies, she will be fifteen minutes late. She asked me to serve you and make you comfortable. I am Meiyan ". As she climbed the stairs, I found myself staring at her behind, perfect in its elegant minimalism, and wondered if she had to endure painful waxing in the pursuit of her profession as well. I imagined myself lifting up that cherry-blossom dress right there and spreading her ass checks apart, giving her hole a good inspection to ensure it was completely hairless for its night's work. After a second I snapped myself out of it. It was good that I was horny, but having that kind of image might not be helpful for the business at hand. Besides I was getting ahead of myself. I had no real evidence that she was any more than she appeared to be, a glorified tea-lady for the kind of people who could spend the equivalent of the national weekly wage on boiled water and some leaves. That said, I found it impossible to believe she wasn't at least propositioned by clients every night. She'd be able to handle them; a smile, a joke, a gentle refusal that someone still managed to stroke their ego. They'd return every week, ordering increasing expensive tea in the hopes of looking affluent and culture, but never actually getting anywhere with her. No, I decided, I was the only whore in the room. The suit, the watch, the haircut and this meeting had all be arranged by Sue. I guess you'd could call her my 'pimp', but that would be a fairly incongruous word to use for the middle-age woman who spent most of her days doing translating work for big multinational companies and her nights setting up illicit meetings for wealthy clients who wanted to try something more exotic than the local fare. She dealt with both 'chickens' and 'ducks'. Chickens were the women; Russians mainly from what I gathered, though she had lately been developing contacts that would allow her to bring South Americans into the country. I was a duck. A pretty boy brought in to amuse the lonely wives of absent businessmen. With my new haircut I felt more like just the duck's arse. We entered a private room, with a low table carved out of a tree trunk in the centre. Two cups were already on the table. The table was surrounded by a trio of three-legged wooden stools. She indicated for me to sit and took a place opposite me. Besides her stool there was a small metal kettle sitting on a miniature brazier over some hot coals. It was already whistling gently. One one side of the room was a large folding screen depicting a dragon and a phoenix engaged in a circular flying dancing around each other. On the other side a small fountain gushed water out and down over a miniature waterfall. The only two concessions to modernity in the room were the double glazed windows, which almost blocked out the noise from the busy main road below, and the air-conditioner which lowered room's temperature to a far more comfortable level. Meiyan sat and from shelf on the underside of the table she brought out a delicate wooden board and a equally delicate tea-pot. Using the water from the kettle she washed the boards, the teapot and one of the two cups. The used water was allowed to spill onto the table, which was gently curved into a basin shape, allowing the water to run down a hole in its center. "Mrs Lin selected some tea for you to try. This is Puer tea, from Yunnan. It is Mrs Lin's favourite". She took a plain white envelope and poured a few leaves into the pot. She then added the water and left it to stand for a minute. "This tea takes a while to settle. Perhaps in the meantime you have some paperwork for me. Mr Lin has asked me to take care of some of the...preliminaries?" It was only on this last word that Meiyan ever hesitated with her English and the only time she looked at me to check she had used the right word. I was still impressed, I doubted one in fifty of my English major students knew the word. I nodded strongly to show she'd got it right, but it had suddenly shocked me. Maybe she wasn't such an innocent tea-lady after all. I realized that I hadn't even said a full word since I entered the tea-house and remembered how much Sue had emphasized how important confidence was in this industry. "Certainly...Yes, right...Preliminaries, right, okay. How would you like to proceed?" I was hardly oozing confidence yet, but hopefully in the fifteen minutes I had until my client arrived I'd be less of a compete nervous wreck. "I believe you have some documents from me" she said. It took me a few seconds to realize what she was talking about. I fumbled clumsily with my briefcase, not wanting to open it too far unless she saw what else was in there. Eventually I managed to dig out the manila envelope and handed it across to her. She took out the papers and began to look over them carefully, reading each section as if she was reading a tax report. Syphalis: Negative, HIV: Negative, Clymidia: Negative. It is strange how mortifying it can be to have a beautiful girl you've just met read that you don't have any sexually transmitted diseases. When she had finished reading she reached under the table and produced a single sheet of paper. It was a health certificate for Mrs Lin. It was also in Chinese so I couldn't read most of it, however it was the same layout as my own form and I could read the words negative in each of the important boxes. The only other part I could read, by coincidence, was the name; Mrs Xiang Lin. Lin, which means forest, is simply a stylized picture of two trees next to each other. Xiang means fragrant and happened to be one of the words in one of my favourite dishes; menus being the only writing in China I'm good at reading. Unlike my form there was no photograph attached. Having finished the main body of the report, she looked confused for a second as she tried to find the date. "Let me see, last Tuesday. Have you had sexual intercourse of any kind since the 16th?" I stuttered that I hadn't. That wasn't strictly true; Rose, my current girlfriend, had been surprised by my lack of ardour this past week and had paid some special attention to me the previous night which it had been impossible to refuse, especially as after a few minutes of her tender care it became obvious that I was clearly 'up' for it. We were still at the early stages of the relationship and using condoms, so I didn't feel guilty about the lie. I'd been worried about how I would slip out for this afternoon's meeting, but as it turned out Rose had a Japanese lesson with her friend Yuki all afternoon. Meiyan got up, gently slid the sliding door into place and sat back down again. "Okay, I would like to inspect your penis now." Several silent seconds past in no particular hurry. "I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" I eventually managed to say. "Relax. Don't worry. You know your advert says you have special characteristics which Mrs Lin wants to check before we proceed". Like her previous statement there was nothing in her voice to suggest that what she was requesting was in any way out of the ordinary. "Here?" I eventually managed. "If you wouldn't mind", she gave me a large smile. It was in no way a saucy smile, but a rather the exaggerated over-friendly smile that a waitress or air-hostess might give after dealing with a particularly slow or bothersome customer. I stood up, undid my belt and let my trousers fall to the floor. I then pulled my boxer shorts down to my knees and let it all hang out. I was suddenly uncomfortably aware of how small the table we had been drinking was, and consequently how close Meiyan's face was to my crotch. She looked my member up and down for a second. While she showed no particular excitement or embarrassment at it, I like to think the inspection lasted longer than strictly necessary and that there was more up and more down than she was used to. She suddenly paused and for a delicious moment I thought she was going to take my dick in her mouth. I wondered if I should encourage her in some way; touch her hair, gently move her head towards me, lift my member up towards her lips. My dick twitched and rose semi-hard in front of her at this thought. She suddenly leaned back and said "Okay, everything seems to be in order". "Really. You don't want to use a tape measure?" Good, I was getting more confident in this situation. She had to control herself very hard not to give me a genuine smile just now. "No. I can see you match with your advertisement. Impotence also not a problem" She set to serving the now ready tea, leaving me to pull up my trousers and redo my belt, feeling somewhat cheap. I wondered vaguely if this was what feminists called objectification. "Please try it" she said offering me a cup as I sat down. The cup was no larger than an egg-cup and the colour of the tea was only slightly darker than water. I took a mouthful. The tea was undoubtedly very good, but I'm more of a coffee drinker and it was wasted on me. I tried to pretend to savour it and show some enjoyment of it, but I wasn't really sure how one was supposed to do that. "One more matter", Meiyan said. "This is slightly awkward. I don't want to offend you, but I realise you are a foreigner here and we have had certain misunderstandings with other foreigners in the past. Mrs Lin is a powerful business woman and requires the utmost discretion. The service you are providing today is illegal in the People's Republic of China. However I would advise you to remember than Mrs Lin is somebody and you are nobody and you will find that the service you are providing is a lot more illegal for nobody than it is for somebody. Nobody in the police, press, or government would be the slightest bit surprised or the slightest bit interested in Mrs Lin's hobbies. At least, not unless they are currently dissatisfied with their own service provider. You will make a lot of money in Mrs Lin's service; tonight and possibly in the future. I would strongly discourage you from trying to make any more." Beautiful as she was I couldn't help but feel that Meiyan had transformed into a stern schoolmistress lecturing a class of schoolchildren of the horrors that awaited them if they were naughty. It was obviously a speech prepared in advance, as she had recited it she had been careful and precise in her choice of words and level in her tone. "No absolutely, I understand completely. No problem" I muttured, eyes on the ground. "Now finally there are some matters about tonight's...congress." She paused for a second. "Can I use that word here?" "Err, well its a bit old-fashioned perhaps. Maybe a little...I don't know exactly. Maybe we'd say entertainment or activities. Maybe not be quite so clear about it". "Really?" For a second she chewed her lip. It struck me that, while she was not embarrassed in the slightest about inspecting a penis, she was highly defensive of any perceived threat to her mastery of the English language. "Maybe it's okay to still use it. You can understand right?" I nodded and she continued. "Anyway, about tonight's congress. Mrs Lin does not speak English as you know and I doubt you Chinese is good enough for such a purpose." That was true enough, Rose had casually taught me some of the basic slang for sexual activities early in our relationship, but nothing I would like to try out with a client. She continued "This is probably not a problem as I believe Mrs Lin will be able to communicate basic wishes to you through body language. She did want me to tell you that she appreciates a man being masculine in bed and will allow you a certain amount of freedom in how you choose to pleasure her. That said, you are to remember that it is you who are pleasuring her and not the other way around. You are to limit your activities tonight to intercourse and cunnilingus. You may kiss her anywhere on her body except her lips. If she wishes French kissing she will initiate it. As discussed, sex will be without a condom and you are to finish inside. Mrs Lin enjoys rougher sex, but that does not give you the right to disrespect her in any way. She will guide you as to what is pleasurable to her and what is too much. Do you have any questions?" I felt like I was at a job interview and that, somehow, it was important to ask deep and insightful questions at this point to show my suitability for the role. For the life of me I couldn't think of any. She had made it pretty clear that I wasn't going to receive oral sex from her. I couldn't really ask anything about that. I wasn't surprised, many Chinese women disliked giving blowjobs and Rose had only tried it after sustained pressure from me. I thought. "Does Mrs Lin have any favourite positions?" "Mrs Lin enjoys most of the standard positions. Missionary, dog style, and cowgirl will all be acceptable to her. I believe Mrs Lin most likes to finish in dog style so I recommend you save that until last. She also likes having her hair pulled during orgasm in this position. Mrs Lin is also particularly fond of standing up sex. However if you attempt this I would urge you to consider carefully the difference in your heights". This monologue was an unexpected gold mine of information. I began to wonder again if she had personal experience of Mrs Lin's foibles, if Mrs Lin was particularly meticulous about her preparations or whether she had just been extensively debriefed by previous service providers. I was going to probe her deeper, when suddenly her walkie-talkie squawked into life with a stream of Mandarin. She touched a button on the side and gave a couple of word's answer. "If you will excuse me, Mrs Lin is here." She stood up and left the room to go and greet my client. She was gone only a couple of minutes, but this time seemed much longer. Suddenly alone I could reflect on what I was about to do. My conversation with Meiyan had brought home to me the reality of the situation. I was okay about whoring myself out. The money was good and I needed it. I reflected on the inherent weirdness of all the formality surrounding the process. When I agreed to be a gigolo, I thought I would be given the number of a hotel room, turn up, fuck, get paid and go. That's surely how it usually happens for female prostitutes. What's normal for men? I realised I really didn't know. But I was sure it wasn't just me, this was deeply weird on many levels surely. Perhaps when I met Mrs Lin, knew a little more about her, things would start to seem more normal. I heard her laugh before I saw her. It was a huge booming fog-horn of a laugh, drowning out the soft titters of the hostesses paid to laugh at her jokes. I didn't understand a word but the joke couldn't be anything other than very crude. Another attendant entered the room first, indicating the way with a gentle bow to her client. Then Mrs Lin entered. My heart sank. She was in her fifties, although she'd clearly had some kind of cosmetic surgery. She was short, so that even with the ridiculously tall high-heals she wore, she was still a good head shorter than the all the attendant girls. She was plump, not the sort of plump that could be characterized as Rubenesque, not even obese, but kind of doughy. She was just fat enough that most of her was visibly beginning to sag. Two parts that weren't sagging were her breasts, enormous and obviously fake. On a woman twenty years younger they would be stunning, if not slightly too much. On Mrs Lin they just drew attention to the rest of her deficiencies. But that was fine. I wasn't expecting to sleep with a supermodel after all. I hadn't been entirely sure before hand what I was expecting my client to look like, but I was expecting that she wouldn't be the kind of woman I would usually be attracted to. What really worried me was her style. She wore a tight leather skirt which hardly came down past her wide ass. She wore a low cut top which showed off far more of her plastic surgeon's handiwork than was strictly decent. Her high heels, as well as being a danger to her physical safety, were red and sparkly. Leopard skin tights covered elephantine legs. She was covered, head, ears, neck and arms with the kind of jewellery that can only be decribed as 'bling'; the sort that is designed purely to show off the owners wealth and status. Her hair was short and spiky, with one tuft of hair at the front died white. The woman was entirely tasteless. Beijing Chicken... The conversation suddenly stopped as she caught sight of me. First she looked at me, up and down. She made a comment in Mandarin. The attendants duly laughed. She walked over to me, bending over she put her arm around me and kissed me on the cheek. She then looked back at the attendants and made a face like one who is about the enjoy a huge plate of food. More laughter. She then made a theatrical show of reaching down between my legs and feeling there. Another comment. More laughter. Once the laughter had died down, Mrs Lin barked a quick command and the room emptied of everyone except for myself, Mrs Lin and Meiyan. Meiyan washed the other cup and poured tea for Mrs Lin. Mrs Lin knocked back the tea in one gulp, not even bothering to pretend to savour the exquisitely expensive tea. She said a couple of words to Meiyan. Meiyan pulled out another form, which she handed to Mrs Lin, who looked over it, occasionally highlighting to an item here or there. Meiyan looked over her shoulder confirming each point. I recognized the form as one that Sue asked me to fill in when I started this job. It had been eye-openingly detailed. Apparently satisfied, Mrs Lin looked back up and me and smiled, indicating she was ready to start a conversation. In a softer voice than she had been using with the staff, she asked me a question in Mandarin. "It says on your form that you have slept with eleven women. How many of them did you sleep with more than once?" Meiyan translated. I thought for a moment. In reality I'd only actually slept with three; Rose, a girl in college and a one night stand, but Sue had advised me to put down a number that was less virginal but not quite slutty. "Well three were longer-term girlfriends, three were one-night stands, and four of them were a kind of friends-with-benefits deal". "Mr Martin, that's only ten." Damn if I was going to lie I could at least get the maths right. "Sorry, erm, four one-night stands. My mistake." Only now that it was correct did Meiyan translate my answer back to Mrs Lin. "And the women you regularly slept with, how many generally achieved orgasm?" What a question! To my credit I didn't even blink "All but one". This sounded self-assured without being a clear lie, indeed it had the benefit of being true. "Do you have any particular methods or techniques for helping women achieve orgasm?" I like to think I'm good in bed, and I've learnt a few things. That said this really wasn't a question I wanted to give a fifteen minute lecture on. I could imagine Meiyan pulling out a little notepad and writing shorthand as talked about my sexual prowess, then sitting me sitting there for another fifteen minutes Meiyan repeated it all in her delicate Mandarin, accompanied by guffaws and followed by questions from the audience. I couldn't think of anything worse. I decided to move from self-assured into downright cocky. "Yes. I fuck them for half-an-hour with my ten inch penis." Mrs Lin exploded into laughter when this was translated for her. "Hao...hao". That I understood, it meant "Good, good". It took her nearly thirty seconds to regain her composure, and I naturally felt I was having the best of this interview. Then Mrs Lin started again with another question. "Mrs Lin would like to know if you are sexually attracted to her." A certain amount of sycophancy was obviously expected, but I wasn't sure at which point overly effusive praise would start to come across as phoney. It too me a few seconds to formulate an answer. "Frankly, Mrs Lin intrigues me. She's obviously a powerful and confident woman, and I imagine she knows exactly what she wants in bed. This is so different from a lot of my previous lovers, who have been inexperienced and shy in lovemaking. Also, without meaning any disrespect ma'am I can see she has amazing breasts." Mrs Lin nodded along while Meiyan translated, seemingly satisfied. As I sat back and waited, I reviewed the sentence in my head and was surprised to find out that nothing I'd said was actually false, even though I'd thought when I'd started to speak that lying would be inevitable. When the translation was finished, Mrs Lin paused for a second and asked another question. For the first time, Meiyan hesitated and looked a little embarrassed. She seemingly queried the question and Mrs Lin confirmed it with a little flick of her hand as if to say "Go on, go on". Meiyan recovered her poise beautifully and the next question was delivered in a level, understated and completely professional way. "Mrs Lin thanks you for your praise. She does however wonder if you would rather fuck me than her." I was somewhat less professional. My mouth hung open for five long seconds before I stammered "No. Not at all". "Mrs Lin wonders why not? I am after all thirty years younger than her, in better physical condition and, Mrs Lin is kind enough to say, slightly more attractive than her." "Not at all. Mrs Lin is a very attractive women." This was wrong; it was too short, too pat an answer. Meiyan was forced into performing another personally affronting salvo. "So Mrs Lin wonders; are you suggesting that if I was to pull up my skirt right now, bend over and beg you to put your dick in me, you would have no interest in that at all" For a moment, I wondered if there was a chance of that actually happening; whether Mrs Lin's kink involved watching fragile roses get roughly deflowered while she egged them on. Mrs Lin was loving this, leaning forward on her chair to see my reaction more closely. No, her kink was playing games with the men she bought. Though she hid it well, I could see Meiyan was mortified by what she was being made to say. I was searching desperately for a way out. Cocky had worked before, I'd try it again. "I apologize in advance for what I'm going to say miss, but if you could kindly tell Mrs Lin that I also enjoy rough sex, and frankly your such a skinny girl, I'd be worried about breaking you in half the whole time I was doing you. Now a girl like you, I'd love to take you out for dinner, introduce you my parents, make tender love until the sun comes up on a beach. But Mrs Lin here has got my blood up for some straight-forward hard fucking and I don't think you're that kind of girl...At least not on a first date. Whereas Mrs Lin is clearly gagging for it. Correct me if I'm wrong." Meiyan's eyes were now wide open in amazing. "Right, err, okay. Er gagging?" she asked, confused by the new vocabulary. "Gagging" I repeated. I felt I now had the upper hand and wasn't going to make things any easier for her; let her work it out from the context. She started to translate and Mrs Lin seemed shocked as well. I'd been badly bruised at the beginning of the last round, but it seemed I'd delivered a knock-out punch. She downed another cup of tea and barked another order at Meiyan. "Mrs Lin is ready for her session now". Twenty minutes later we were shown into the bridal suite at one of the most expensive hotels in China. The room was done in the fake Baroque style; white and gold with roses and cherubs everywhere. Like many Chinese interpretations of classical Western styles, the overall aesthetic was slightly off, making it tacky rather than elegant. We were showed first into a lounge area; a chez-lounge, a grand piano, faux French windows which gave a seventeenth floor view of smoggy Beijing. Mrs Lin had obviously been in the room before and shooed the bellboy as he started to give the usual tour round the room. Instead we went straight through the large double doors that lead to the bedroom. Unlike the lounge the bedroom was sleek and minimal. The furniture and fittings were mainly black, which contrasted with the bright red silks sheets placed on the bed. Double king-sized? Triple King-sized? I wasn't sure if the size categories went up far enough for this bed. Immediately after entering Mrs Lin started to undress; kicking her high-heels off and pulling her top over her head. For a second I wondered if Meiyan was going to stay with us through-out our session, perched daintily on sofa, translating every moan and groan Mrs Lin made. Then Mrs Lin barked another order. "If you will excuse me, I will retire to the lounge. Mrs Lin asks that you shower with her before commencing". She took a few steps backwards out of the room. As she did so she drew the two large doors together, so they were nearly but not quite closed. Show-time... Mrs Lin was now on the bed, pulling off first her leopard skin tights and then a set of heart covered panties that were far to delicate for the woman inside them. Seeing she had attracted my gaze, she brought her knees close to her chest, presenting her pussy for my inspection. She slowly drew one finger down from the start of her pubes As her finger got ever lower and started to cross her pussy lips she started to make increasing loud and fake sounds of pleasure. When it reached between her ass checks, she suddenly stopped and laughed. Not the crude booming laugh of the tea house, but a more intimate girly giggle. In some ways it relaxed me, I still didn't find her sexually attractive but she suddenly seemed more human to me, someone who I could have a laugh with. From the other room came the sound of the piano. Chopin. Was there no end to Miss Meiyan's talents? She played skilfully, though the strength she had to use to allow the sound to permeate the bedroom meant it was slightly less subtle than Chopin should really be. I couldn't imagine Mrs Lin as a classical music fan. I could imagine her enjoying the power of being able to have live music to fuck to. I hoped Meiyan would lose herself in the music enough that she didn't hear too much of what was about to go on in the bedroom. Fat chance of that though. Now that Mrs Lin was fully naked, I couldn't put off undressing myself. Instead of throwing my clothes off like she had, I took my time, taking each item off one by one, folding it neatly and placing it neatly on the chair. I wondered what other gigolos did, was I supposed to do a strip tease? As I'd started to undress, Mrs Lin had moved round to face me and was lying on her front watching. As I got down to just my boxer shorts, I turned round to her. She reached out with both hands and pulled down my pants. As my cock was revealed, she gave me a hungry smile and took it in her hands, feeling it up and down. For the moment it remained inert however. She didn't stop smiling exactly, but quickly decided that it was time for her shower. The bathroom was as palatial as the rest of the suite. Instead of a shower cubicle fenced off by glass, the shower took up its own separate room. There were three different types of shower head and the water from each drained into a central hole. Mrs Lin led me in by the hand, pulled a plastic stool up to the centre of the room and turned the water on. One the water was hot enough, she beckoned for me to sit down, took a bar of soap and started to wash me all over. Her actions seemed gentle and demure, but I was also aware that as she soaped me she was getting a feel from my body, lingering over the muscles on my arms and chest, testing out what she had bought. She dragged the soap down and then up my spine and then moved the lather in a circular motion around my back. When she was behind me I could imagine that it was Meiyan touching me, and for the first time my cock started to grow. When Mrs Lin saw this she was pleased and quickly moved her attention to my crotch area, moving her soapy hands back and forth along my cock. I didn't want to turn to look at her, since this would shatter the fantasy that was proving so useful to me, so I reached behind and gently touched the tops of her thighs with an open hand. Finishing with the soap, she repeated the process with shower gel, but whichever part she was washing it was never more that a few seconds before she returned to my cock. The same was true when she moved on to the shampoo; hardly any went onto my head, but particular attention was paid to my pubic hair and she was particularly meticulous about massaging it into the hair around my scrotum, cupping my balls in her hand as she did so. After she had washed off the soap, shower gel and shampoo it was her turn. She put her hands under my buttocks and encouraged me off the stool, sitting down herself. Having achieved an erection so early, it was now a liability, as to lose it again now would be seen as an huge insult. Sue had placed some Viagra in my suit pocket "just in case", but that was hanging behind a chair in the other room. I decided to focus on her breasts first, being the area most likely to keep my interest high. I picked up the soap and started to gently rub it against them. Any attempt to imagine that it was Meiyan was obviously going to be futile, their body types were just too different. Instead I brought to mind the plump intern at the beauty salon. Their breasts and the hair were similar enough and standing behind her that was all I could see. These were the biggest breasts I'd ever got my hands on and I'd never felt silicone before. She had large brown areolae and I played with her hard nipples between my fingers. Thanking her plastic surgeon profusely I now realized that I was genuinely turned on. I lingered there for a long time. When eventually I had to move down to her stomach the mood was harder to sustain. Her stomach was flabbly and expansive. Luckily for me I'd hardly begun to clean there when she took my hand and moved it down towards her neither regions. At first I thought it was just the soap, but as she pulled my fingers into the opening of her pussy I realized that she was genuinely wet there. She wanted me badly and, whatever my feelings for her, that was an aphrodisiac. She was now half standing and my still hard cock was poking into her back. By squatting down slightly I brought it between her thighs. She pushed them together gripping it, and moved back and forth a couple of times, the soap acting as a lubricant. I realized that, with a slight adjustment I could be inside her, and to my surprise I found I wanted this badly. As the client though, I felt it was her decision to make and I waited for a sign from her. After almost a minute of our skin pressed together, she released herself from me and started to wash the soap off. She indicated towels on a rack by the door. I got one down and went off to dry myself while she finished washing on her own. I was waiting on the bed listening to Meiyan play the piano a few minutes later when she finally came out. I had been gently stroking myself to keep my erection and she caught me with my hand on my dick. The warmth of the shower had brought a rosy glow to her skin and she suddenly didn't look as old as she had when I first seen her in the tea-house. As she came into the room she did a little dance, showing off her breasts and legs with the towel held out behind her. Throwing it on the floor she practically dived into the bed. She lay herself down on her back next to me, grabbed the back of my head and stuck her tongue down my throat. Meiyan had made it seem that French kissing was something she was reticent about, but either she simply liked to be in control, or I had already made a big impression. Without parting our lips she moved me round so I was on top of her, grabbed my dick and quickly pulled me inside her. Even though she was old her pussy was amazingly tight, more so even than Rose. It occurred to me that there were surgeries women could have to tighten that area. It was supposed to increase sexual pleasure. The sort of thing I was sure Mrs Lin would do in a heartbeat. If anything though she was too tight for me, as I entered she had groaned in pain, though immediately she gritted her teeth and pulled me in deeper. She set the pace almost immediately; fast and deep. I suddenly remembered my earlier boasts. I'd basically promised to fuck her to orgasm for thirty minutes. If we continued at this rate, I'd be lucky to manage three. Come to that, while it certainly felt like a long time when Rose and I made love, I'd never exactly used a stopwatch to time it. I wondered if my mouth had written checks that my dick couldn't cash. It then hit me that the best way to slow down premature ejaculation was to think of something unsexy. I had found Mrs Lin unappealing to begin with, but now looking down at her, red faced, flushed with the excitement of my sex, I found it more encouraging than discouraging. This was a woman that wanted me and that I was pleasing and suddenly her age and the effects of her age on her body mattered not a bit. In the end, it was Mrs Lin's experience that saved me. She must have sensed I was going to quickly. She suddenly stopped the thrusting movement she had been making with her hips and pulled me out of her. She grabbed my head and pushed it down past her stomach. I gladly set about eating her out, relieved that my cock would be given a break. Mrs Lin was vocal in her appreciation of my tongue, not letting go of the vice like grip she had on my hair. It was at that moment, I realised that the piano music from outside had stopped. I wondered if Meiyan was listening closely or if she had left the hotel rooms. Mrs Lin won't let me pause to consider this train of though, but pressed me firmer into her loins. As her screams got louder, she wrapped her thighs around my head, squeezing me firmly as she finally reached orgasm. For about a minute she lay panting on the bed. I move my head up slightly and started to kiss her belly gently. Finally she sat up and pulled me back onto the bed. She then straddled me, bringing my cock into her again. This time she was slower, more methodical. She didn't look at me as she moved my cock in and out of her with slow deep strokes. At one point I moved a hand up to fondle her breast, but she just knocked it away. There was little I could do but lie back and let her ride me. This time as she got closer to release, she didn't change her rhythm but only start to lean further and further forward. First propping herself up with her arms on my shoulders and finally coming all the way down to hold me, her enormous breasts squeezed tight against my chest. This time when she orgasmed I felt her pussy muscled twitch hard against my cock and this set me off to. I hadn't really been aware I was close to cumming but suddenly I felt my hot spunk fill her hot. Exhausted she collapsed against my chest. I moved my hand to gently stroke her hair, my cock still inside her. We lay like that for at least fifteen minutes. All my anxiety, all my misgivings were gently washed away within the deep contentment post-sex. It was possible I fell fast asleep or possible that I just closed my eyes for a second. In any case was jolted out of my reverie by Mrs Lin shaking me on the shoulder. Once she saw I was awake again, she clapped her hands loudly and shouted a few words towards the still agar door. I heard Meiyan shout back an acknowledgement. Worried that she might come in and see me naked, I started to gather the sheets around me. Mrs Lin however stopped me. Without getting off the bed, she reached out and pulled my clothes of the chair and gave them to me. In a hurry I got dressed lest Meiyan walk in with me half-dressed. In my haste I pulled on a sock with the heel the wrong way round and only did the top and bottom button of my shirt up. In the end I was fully dressed, but completely dishevelled when there was a knock on the door. Mrs Lin barked a command to enter and when Meiyan came in my mind boggled at what I saw. She was completely naked except for a pair of high heels and a studded collar. Attached to the collar was a leash, the end of which Meiyan held high in her hand. She had undone her hair and it flowed like a black river down her back. Her body in its shape was as sublime as I had imagined, her breasts budding gently and her skin soft and white, but it was also crudely spoilt. I could see red marks, somewhat but not completely healed on the side of the buttocks. I could see her shaved pussy had been pierced with gold ring after gold ring, each one small, but even with her standing straight up I could see at least four and I had no doubt they continued all the way down. Worst of all, she had a tatoo, starting from just below her breasts and finishing at her navel. Two Chinese characters simply drawn in black ink: "Xiang Lin". Beijing Chicken... She turned neatly to address me. "You may go now. Your payment is on the table by the door. You may tell your boss that Mrs Lin was reasonably satisfied with your performance". I shrugged to myself internally; if Mrs Lin's cries had only been 'reasonably satisfied' I wondered what she sounded like when she was 'very pleased'. I didn't argue, at this point I just wanted to be out the door and away from this terrifying new Meiyan, so grotesque in her beautiful. As she was still standing in the doorway I needed to pass her to get into the lounge. As I started to move Mrs Lin said something quietly, and Meiyan suddenly grabbed my hand and without turning to look at me. "Mrs Lin has had second thoughts. She thinks it may be instructional for you if you stay for a few moments more." Her voice was calm and level as always, but I couldn't help but feel there was a mocking tone hiding somewhere in it. She let go of my hand. She walked purposefully towards the bed, hips swayings. She knelt down on the rug, so that she was facing Mrs Lin's crotch. From where I was standing in the doorway this gave me a perfect view of her pert bottom and slender waist. Gently she started to kiss softly around Mrs Lin's inner thighs. As she did this she started to moving her hands over her mistress's belly in soft circular motions. When she finally began to talk to me, she did it without breaking her concentration and without turning to face me. She wasn't translating for Mrs Lin, this was obviously a prepared speech. "Mrs Lin is happy with your service, but she wants to make it clear so there is no misunderstanding. Mrs Lin has been to America many times. She likes your country, likes Americans. She even likes American food. Take your Kentucky Fried Chicken for example. Its not high cuisine. Its basic, it's greasy, but its filling enough in its own way. It, how you say, hits the spot, sometimes. But its not subtle food. If the chef at a KFC saw Mrs Lin enjoying his food, well, he'd be right to be happy, but it would be a serious mistake for him to think he was a great chef." Here she paused and gave Mrs Lin several soft kissed around her pussy. "Don't think that, just because Mrs Lin likes the occasional piece of fried chicken when the mood takes her that she is not a great gourmet, and don't think that she's the sort of person who'll eat chicken everyday, when she has a whole menu of other more refined dishes to chose from. And certainly don't think that one small chicken wing is enough to satisfy a woman like her, when in fact its just a starter." Another pause, and here, while her arms kept moving in the same patterns across Mrs Lin's body, she subtly moved her hands so it was now her nails that were in contact with the skin. The effect on Mrs Lin was immediate and profound. "You see, plenty of people mostly eat at home cooking, stuff prepared by their wife. Some wives can cook, some can't. Some occasionally spend some money to go out to a restaurant and try something a bit different. Mrs Lin, on the other hand owns many restaurants around the country. And her chefs are happy to come and cook for her personally when she desires it" At the end of this passage, I was left waiting for nearly a minute while Meiyan redoubled her efforts on Mrs Lin. "Now in China, as I'm sure you know, we are great lovers of food. As a matter of course we don't eat just one dish, we eat a banquet. If Mrs Lin came to a friends house and there was only one dish, well, it would be a huge insult to her. When we eat like to try a little of everything and the banquets we enjoy most last all evening. Not just chicken, beef, or pork. We eat things Westerners would never dream of, donkey, frogs, turtles. Mrs Lin has a particular fondness for snake" Now Meiyan stopped the massage and was doing something I couldn't see with her hands around Mrs Lin's pussy. Whatever it was it was firm and confident and Mrs Lin laid her head back and moaned. "Of course you'll say the French eat frogs. No matter, they've always been the most Chinese of the European countries. Your objection is duly noted." I hadn't in fact objected to anything, I had been completely mesmerized by the scene and completely baffled by the lecture. "But anyway we were talking about food culture. Now your KFC that began to get popular, what in about the sixties I think, around the time of the first Beatle's record. Now in China our history goes back much further. Take Beijing Duck for example. Well we say Beijing these days, not many people know that this dish originally started in Nanjing more than a thousand years ago in the Jin dynasty. In those days there were ducks living wild by the canals. Pitiful animals scratching out a living anyway they could. The chefs would come down, choose the more succulent ducks and hand raise them, making sure they had only the finest feed and space to grow and flourish. When you eat a Beijing duck you don't just shove it all in your mouth. The very act of eating is a ritual. Finding the best meat, wrapping it in a pancake. Anything else would be an insult to the chef who prepared it. No one lingers over KFC, even if they enjoy stuffing their faces" I wondered how much of this speech was from Mrs Lin and how much was Meiyan improvising. I imagined that when Mrs Lin had written it, it had been more humourous and ribald; if she'd spoken English I'd imagine she'd have included a pun on the word 'cock' when talking about chicken. In Meiyan's hand it had become something else, more disdaining and more triumphant. I wondered how much of a threat to herself she saw me as. "Anyway Mrs Lin just wanted to give you something to think about on your way home. She wishes you a safe journey." At was only at this point that Meiyan stopped pleasuring Mrs Lin, and this, more than her words, told me it was time to go. There wasn't really any way in that instant that I could answer such a speech and, to be honest, I hadn't really fully gotten my head around it anyway. I didn't want to leave without any kind of comeback however. "Just out of interest, do you like KFC at all, miss?" I said with by best bad boy grin. In order to answer this, Meiyan finally turned her head round enough to look at me. I saw her lips and cheeks were covered with my cum. "I'd be happy to eat anything Mrs Lin is kind enough to give me. But somehow I doubt I'd enjoy it very much. It might leave a bad taste in my mouth." On my way out I picked up the envelope stuffed with cash. For a while I wondered round the crowded streets of Beijing in a daze. When I finally got home there was a note from Rose saying her friend Yuki had invited her to stay after her lesson for some home-made sushi. I ate some baked beans out of a can and thought about what Meiyan and Mrs Lin would be eating tonight.