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From Jenny to Mei Ch. 01

By: asianToy



 This is my first try at erotic fiction. I hope you like it and please be nice.

It's largely autobiographical but not literally so. I'm an Asian girl and lots of what I write about Mei is me but lots isn't. I'll leave it to your imagination (hint, if it's about sex it's me)

If you all like it I'll write more but please let me know in the comments and by voting.

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Jenny was a cold, heartless bitch, and that was ok, it worked for her. It certainly never got in the way of her getting what she wanted. 

She wasn't overt about it, after all, no one likes a bitch, and people liked Jenny. Yet she was completely empty of compassion and other values people judged the worth of others by. So she was only a bitch when it was of some value, some strategic utility. 

To the world at large and the very few people she thought of as friends she was just Jenny; hard to get to know but pleasant enough. 

In addition to being cold and heartless, Jenny was a slut. She had an insistent libido that would not stay quiet and nothing she could do would keep it sated for more than a few days. This secret, and the methods she used to keep her inner tigress fed, were kept carefully hidden. Were they discovered it would ruin her life.

It's not that Jenny fucked every guy she could. In fact she kept as few guys as possible, preferring one reliable cock at a time. Once she found one that knew his place, didn't talk too much, paid for stuff and didn't take the sex for granted, she kept him until he became tiresome.

The problem for Jenny was that her guys would inevitably turn gushy, fall in love, promise everlasting devotion and fidelity. That was her signal that it was time to stop answering phone calls and start blocking texts. Men suffered for loving Jenny and she liked it that way. 

Jenny had been the most desirable woman in her small Wyoming town. She wasn't a beauty queen and she'd probably never get a job as a model, an actress or a pop singer. However, two things were irresistible about Jenny; one, she had a smoldering sexuality, like a force field that surrounded her, and two, she was a lithe Asian girl.

Now Wyoming is not known for its ethnic diversity and when Jenny came to town at age fifteen, her mother taking an assignment as a nurse, she was judged exotic and therefore desirable. Every boy in the small high school sought to make Jenny welcome. They went out of their way to carry her books and did what they could to get in her pants. 

Jenny was born in Wuhan, capitol of Hubei province in China and at nine her folks emigrated to the U.S., settling with relatives in San Francisco. By the time the move to Casper happened she was as American as any kid could be. 

That's when Jenny discovered how good it was to be Asian and female. She didn't really understand it, she didn't think of herself as any different than any other girl but for some reason she got much more attention than even prettier girls of her age. 

One of her friends, Margo, said all the guys had yellow fever. She didn't really understand what was behind it but she knew it was true. White guys just seemed to find her irresistible. 

By fifteen she was five foot five and one-hundred pounds, slim with hair the color of spilled ink and dark brown eyes. She knew she had a pretty face, pert breasts that were large for her frame and an ass that made male mouths water. But she discovered that to key to driving guys into paroxysms of lust, and got them to do her homework, flirting was the ticket.

By eighteen and starting senior year she was the best flirt in the county. With a few flutters of her eyelashes she could have her biology homework done by the dumbstruck nerd in her class. With a few suggestive hints she could have a term paper written. A quick kiss on a cheek and a 'You're the greatest,' she could borrow some guys car for the weekend. She was spoiled rotten, not by her Tiger Mom but by nearly every male she came in contact with. 

She used her gifts to their full advantage and set her sights on Billy Michaels, a tall handsome boy who played linebacker on the football team. She didn't like him in the way high school girls liked football players, didn't give a damn about his popularity or charm. She liked the way his ass looked in jeans, his thick neck and the stories she heard at the lunch table made him more attractive still. 

Billy, also a senior, was dating Alyssa and had been for two years, but that didn't present any problem to Jenny. She simply seduced him during an assembly when they were sent on an errand by their math teacher. 

She wasn't subtle about it, she didn't have time. Sent to the supply closet to get some raffle tickets or something, she simply took off her skirt and panties in one motion, grabbed Billy, kissed him, pressed down on his shoulders until he was on his knees. She curled a leg around his neck and ground her pussy into his face. She came quick, kissed him and left with the tickets, never having said a word. 

Billy stopped seeing Alyssa and for the next three months Jenny had all the dick she wanted. Then Billy made the mistake of buying her flowers and telling her how she made him feel. It was time for a new guy and she discovered that the social studies teacher might make a good replacement. He was single and there was a rumor he was gay. Every unmarried male teacher had the same rep, but Jenny knew better. She caught him staring at the white triangle under her skirt, which she exposed only to him as she slumped down in her first row chair. She loved skirts. 

She started her seduction of the handsome young teacher with a few subtle innuendos. "You're such a wonderful teacher, Mr. Kelly. I know I could learn so much from you." Later it was, "Too bad I couldn't learn everything from you. Real life lessons." 

She'd drop by his classroom and flirt when she had the opportunity. She knew it was driving him nuts. During class other students would notice that he was distracted but only Jenny knew why. She'd catch his eye before he diverted his gaze, then she'd spread her knees a bit wider and play with her hair to lure them back. 

One day she followed him home; Casper isn't a big town. She knew the neighborhood and devised a plan. She'd catch him at the supermarket and chat him up, or maybe feign illness and get him to take her to his home, or something. Maybe she'd borrow some boy's car and run it into his mailbox. 

She saw his girlfriend one day after school, when she picked him up in her convertible. She was hot, Jenny had to admit, but that would be no problem. Jenny knew that any red-blooded American man couldn't refuse her tight little Asian pussy. She'd have to ensure that the bitch wasn't at his house when she made her play.

"Any plans for the weekend Mr. Kelly?" she asked one Friday as class ended. His mind full of images of her triangle. 

"Uh... No Jenny, just relaxing around the house. Maybe a little gardening."

"Oh is your girlfriend out of town?" She leaned in closer and with a confidential voice, said, "I saw her pick you up after school once. I love her car!"

"Yeah. She's going to be in Billings for a recertification test and to see her family."

"Oh, poor thing. You'll be home all alone and desperate for company."

"I'll survive, Jenny. How 'bout you? Any plans or just studying."

"Just studying. You know what Chinese mothers are like. It's all books and piano practice for me, but I'll get a chance to take a breather on Saturday."

"How's your Chinese, Jenny? I've been taking some online lessons, just, you know, to broaden my horizons a bit."

Jenny knew that the hook had been set. If Mr. Kelly had taken to studying Chinese it could only be for a one reason. Because he couldn't get Asian women out of his mind, thanks to her.

"Wǒ de zhōng guó hua bùcuò (my Chinese is not bad)."

"Wow. Ok. I didn't understand a word. I need more practice."

'Perfect', she thought. 'This'll be the way in.'

"Bye, Mr. Kelly. Keep studying," she said with a wink and she knew how tomorrow would turn out. 

It went exactly as planned. She showed up on his doorstep at three o'clock Saturday afternoon with a backpack filled with her Chinese textbooks, flashcards and various study aids. They were all from her childhood but it didn't matter. She wasn't going to teach him Chinese for god's sake. 

"Jenny, what are you doing here," he looked shocked and peered nervously behind her, seeing if anyone was about.

"I brought you some textbooks; I thought we could have our first lesson. You need a tutor." And with that she walked in the door, closed it behind her and took a seat on the couch.

From there on it was child's play as she pretended to earnestly teach him a few words of Chinese. She took off her light sweater complaining of the heat, she had on a little silk cami along with a short skirt and long white socks, the kind Japanese girls made popular. 

She knew she looked hot, her nice C tits straining at the cami, a super thin bra doing nothing to hide her nipples. Her smooth, perpetually tan skin of her thighs mesmerized him. 

This was the part she loved most. Feeling the sexual pressure rise. Watching a man make a fool of himself, pretending he wasn't under her spell.

After an hour of playing caring tutor she changed to a girl with a problem. She lied about her mother, telling him how strict she was and how she was so over protective and how, as an innocent young girl she had so many unanswered questions about 'life'. 

"Well, Jenny, ask me what you want and I'll try to be as honest as I can." Eric was half way into his second beer. She drank iced tea. 

"Well. I'm embarrassed," she said, feigning innocence, "I can't talk about it with my mother and I don't have many girlfriends. It's questions about. Well... about, what men and women do... when... you know... when they're alone."

It went on like this for twenty or so minutes. To his delight and horror he thought his fantasy was about to come true. She piled it on thick. All embarrassment and curiosity and tried to look conflicted, relying on him to explain things to her. 

"So what does it feel like?" she said, "When a girl... licks... like... down there?"

"Uh... it's fantastic... It's impossible to put into words."

"I so desperately need to know..." Her lashes beat the air "...to know what it feels like to have a hard, umm.. penis...(she faked modesty) pressing into my mouth, pushing apart my lips. What it feels like to lick a cock and have it at the back of my throat."

Mr. Kelly squirmed, transfixed on her lips as she spoke the words.

"I think I'd like it a lot. I just know my little... my lips down there... would get so wet. See," she explained, "when I'm home alone, when Mom's not there... sometimes," she stopped and looked up at him, and said, "You're going to think I'm naughty."

He practically screamed, "No... tell me." She thought it was adorable, how the lust shown on his face.

"Well...," then she stopped and said, "Thanks for letting me talk like this... so open and adult," then continued, "sometimes, in the shower, after I soap myself all over, I step out of the stream and just run my hands all over myself and I touch, here," she grabbed her breasts firmly, pressing them together for the cleavage and dropped them to give them a bit of a bounce, "and the little tips get so hard and it feels really good when I pinch them and roll them around. But I feel kind of dirty."

"Oh no... no, that's perfectly natural," he was nearly panting now, "Go on."

"Well then I rinse off, get out and I don't even towel myself off. I just get into bed, lay back and start imaging what one looks like. I mean, I've seen dirty pictures and all but I've never seen one in real life. A big hard one with hair and all. Then I rub my hands over my body again and touch the... nipples." She gave her breasts an even harder squeeze and gasped, faking ecstasy, "and by then the've gotten so hard and sensitive." She shook her hair from her face and looked down at her tits. "Like now. See what I mean? They are so hard. Look."

Mr. Kelly's brain was about to erupt out of the back of his head. For the last two weeks he'd been jerking off thinking of just such a scenario. More than once he rubbed one out in the teacher's bathroom after having stole a long look in class at the cleft in her tight little white panties.

"I know I'm a bad girl but when I'm lying on my bed like that... naked, my little tips so hard, I experiment a bit. I can't help it, my hand just moves on it's own and I touch down there and I feel this strange slippery wetness between my lips. I just start touching myself, and it feels really, really good. There is this hard little bit of skin at the top, you know?"

He nodded his head quickly then unconsciously licked his lips.

"Well that feels best of all and then I start thinking about a long hard... penis. I feel so dirty saying the word. I think about having one in my mouth, and some sweaty boy shoved it inside of me, all the way to my throat. The things that hang down, you know, the balls, bouncing against my chin. I feel so full, so much a woman."

She loved the deep red color of his face, the cute sheen of moisture on his forehead. 

"Usually, at that point I am so wet it's dripping down my butt and onto the sheets and, I just can't help it, I put a finger inside of me and I am so warm and wet and then... then... then I shove it in as far as I can and sometimes two fingers and I imagine the penis squirting into me, filling my mouth and that's when I start shaking and the most wonderful feeling comes over me."

"Jesus!" he said.

"Mr. Kelly?" she said.

"Yes... yes... yes?"

"I know I shouldn't ask but I feel I can trust you."

"Yes."

"I am kind of concerned. I... no one has seen my... you know, down there and I've always been afraid that it's ugly. You've seen one before. Can you look at it for me and tell me if it's a normal one?"

He started saying, 'I can't' and 'I'll go to jail' stuff but she knew the way around that. She moved slowly away, leaned back onto the arm of the couch, lifted her knee, her skirt already at her waist. She hadn't bothered to tell him she was eighteen.

His eyes fixed on the little wet spot on her panties, and he was paralyzed.

She said, as she reached down with one hand and pulled her panties aside, "Does it look normal, Mr. Kelly?"

"Oh my god," he whispered. 

"Is it pretty?"

"Oh my god."

"Can you touch it? Tell me if it feels normal?"

Like a rat with electrodes controlling it's muscles, he put out his hand and touched her pussy with his thumb, fingers on the delicate mound. He felt his consciousness quiver and his vision shake as he pushed around the thick oozing from her. 

"Is it supposed to get that wet?" she asked. 

"Oh my god," he said again, more complex ideas unable to form in his mind. His brain could, however, manipulate his thumb and he drew it up her slit to her engorged clit. 

"Oh, yeah, that's just what I do and it feels so good. Is it pretty, Mr. Kelly, do you like it?"

"My god," he said, looking at her face for a fraction of a second, "it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

She started to really get turned on, breathing a bit faster. "Can you, you know? Can you put a finger in me?"

He did and he was snared. 

"Lick me, oh please lick me. I need to feel what its like," and, of course, he licked her. 

Now he was hers for as long as she wanted him. She could force him to fuck her anytime. All she had so say, if he ever talked about ending it, was 'I think maybe I've got a little Eric growing inside. God I'm so happy," or something like that. 

That Saturday was one to remember. She kept him busy till nine-thirty and fucked him at least five times. Once in the kitchen, bent over the table, once in the bed room where that slut girlfriend had been done, once in a spare room and once on his clothes dryer. She even sucked his cock before leaving, as a kind of thank you but he had no more in him. 

She returned the next day, the tutoring pretext dropped because she didn't need it. She fucked him until he begged for mercy, then fucked him again. 

Jenny had a great time over the next few months. Eric became a shell if his former self. The constant tension took a mighty toll. He could never get over the guilt but he knew he was trapped. The best he could hope for was to keep using this sweet innocent girl whom he thought he'd turned into a raging nymphomaniac until her graduation and prayed to a god he didn't believe in that he wouldn't get caught. 

The damn thing was she seemed to need it all the time. In the janitor's slop closet down the hall, in his car in the school parking lot, in the teacher's lounge, in his own damn classroom and even on the roof. 

He realized he had to break up with his girlfriend when Jenny started demanding to stay the night, saying she had the ok from her mother to have a sleep over at a friends house, that, along with asking if he could get his girlfriend in on a threesome. He'd planned to propose to his girlfriend that summer but it was either brake up with her or she'd find out sooner or later and then his life would be ruined for sure. 

He resigned himself to his lot and he realized it wasn't so bad after all. Jenny came over all the time and when people began to talk they used the old Chinese tutor story. 

He loved sex with Jenny who was wild, skillful and insatiable. She was his best partner ever and he started to have real feelings for her. Soon she was going to graduate then a couple of years later, for propriety's sake, they could get married and things would work out fine. 

That's when she dumped him. The first time Jenny heard her reliable fuck say, "I love you" her skin crawled. She never called him again, never visited his classroom and never went to his house. Eric was so heart broken he nearly collapsed. He'd followed her home a week later and stopped her before she made it into her house, pleading, but to no avail. She told him that all she wanted was sex and that now he spoiled it with love she didn't find him attractive and she could get a replacement cock anywhere. 

She didn't see him again and heard a few weeks later that he quit mid-semester and moved to China to teach English. 

But that was years ago and Jenny didn't think about him again. She was now a college graduate without a career. She had a miserable job in San Francisco at a public health clinic run by the city. Drug addicts, the homeless and filthy illegal aliens paraded before her on an endless treadmill of human garbage. She hated life but at least she wasn't in Casper, Wyoming any longer, thank god. 

She continued to abuse men. Her most recent victim was a cute doctor in an office three floors up. He was a internal medicine guy who had a wife and three kids. She liked having complete control of her men and enjoyed the irony of a hundred pound, twenty-three year old having the power to destroy a older, successful man's life. 

Just to up the pressure he was under, she posted pictures of them naked on a sharing website. She'd kindly obscured his face with a bit of a blur but his wife would recognize him. When she sent him a link to his secret gmail account he hit the roof. 

His anger and panic was so empowering. As a side benefit, she really found that she liked the idea of men jerking themselves off looking at her. But now the doctor was gone in the usual way. He started talking about troubles at home and how he needed someone to love who was as sexually uninhibited as himself. 'Yeah, whatever,' she thought. 

She was calmly browsing around for her new lover, in a bit of a lull. Between engagements, as it were, when a funny thing happened. She really started getting into the whole exhibitionism thing. She started taking a lot of self shots and even masturbating and posting videos online. She made lots of friends with whom she flirted and swapped video clips nearly every night. It wasn't as satisfying is getting hard cock up the cunt, but it was good enough for now.


From Jenny to Mei Ch. 01



The one thing she was terrified of was someone finding out about her secret side. Not just about her amateur porn addiction, but because she had been so successful in keeping up the front of an innocent young woman, no one had any idea she was a slut. The idea of being exposed was horrifying, and not in a sexy sort of way. Not a thrilling, 'I might be caught' kind of thing.

Since moving back to San Francisco she had made a lot of good friends. Not 'friend' friends, the kind you had long conversations with over the phone about nothing, or went to concerts with or anything. These were status friends. The kind of people who were going to be in her social circle for decades into the future. She had cultivated the right kind of people, a lawyer or two, a female journalist, she even had a friend in the mayor's office.

Sure she had a shitty job but she played it for all it was worth. Pretending that working in the free clinic was her way of giving back to the community. She was a hypocrite, and she was fine with that. But if anyone found out that she was a whore and that she had been pumping her pussy with a cucumber and posting it online it would be a very hard thing to explain. With the kind of friends she'd made and the kind of friends she wanted to have it would be like contracting leprosy.

She also had her eyes on the guy who would become her husband. She was a completely heartless bitch but she really wanted to get married and have kids. It was a weakness she knew but there was some urge in her to settle down, have kids with an easy to control guy who could earn a lot of money, then she could become something more like a normal person.

Kevin was a an ok guy, kinda charmingly sweet and attentive. She hadn't had sex with him because that's not where she wanted to be with him right now. She wanted to string him along, keep him in the background and engage his long-term interest rather than just fuck him and toss him aside. That was the closest thing she could come to loving someone.

And then her world fell apart.

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One day this guy walked into the clinic on the STD testing day, approached the counter and as bold as you please said, "I'm here to get an STD checkup."

Lots of normal people, folks who would never go to a free clinic, came in on Thursday mornings for STD testing because it was free and confidential. They could get tested without their wives or girlfriends finding out they'd been to the doctor and start asking questions. They were usually shy, only obliquely mentioning the purpose of their visit. This guy just came out and said it like ordering a latte at Starbucks. 

He also chatted her up, which was really unusual. Guys who thought they might have the clap were not in the pick-up frame of mind, but this guy went on and on about her eyes and hair, asked her name and was really kind of ok. She'd check his results and, who knew, maybe he had potential if he came out clean.

She made sure she took the phones the next Wednesday when people called in for their results. His name was Phil Conners, she knew because he had to show an ID when registering. The testing was confidential but records were still kept, it's just that no one was supposed to see them, no one except the staff that is.

He called, she told him he was clean, then he said, "Great. Now that you know I'm clean, let's go out."

She brushed him off, she wasn't easy and she always chose her targets, not the other way around.

The next day he was back.

"You again?" she said.

"Yep,"

"Another test?"

"Yep. Been a bad boy."

"You're number 34. Fill out the form and take a seat." She said. 'Got to give the guy credit,' she thought, 'either he's either got a great social life or he's persistent.'

It went on like this for a month. The clinic director took him aside the third time and told him he couldn't come back if all he was doing was trying to get a date with a staff member, but Phil showed up again the following Thursday. They couldn't do anything about him showing up and taking tests... it was their mandate to treat or test anyone for any reason.

"You're not really having sex with hundreds of women are you?" Jenny said to him as he took the clipboard. She'd xeroxed his completed form the last time he was in, as a bit of a joke and to save him time when he returned.

"You've discovered my ruse. It only took six weeks for you to see my scheme."

"There was never really any need for you to take an STD test, was there."

"Nope."

"You're number 37. Fill out the form and take a seat." This time she said it with a smile.

It was kind of romantic after all; Jenny found that she liked romantic for the first time ever. But she was still not going to go out with him, she did the choosing, and that was that.

The next Thursday, something happened. Phil had had enough of being Mr. Nice Guy and put Plan B into action. 

He had an interesting background. He was thirty-five, self employed as a computer security consultant, mostly in the defense industry. He'd spent four years in federal prison for hacking corporate networks in his early-twenties. It wasn't a cake walk but it wasn't too bad either. Minimum security. He got out, turned straight and started making legit money. Now he wanted a woman. Specifically, he wanted Jenny. He enjoyed Jenny's rejections. It just made what was going to come so much more delicious.

He couldn't say why Jenny in particular, drew him. Thin Asian girls were two a penny in San Francisco but her cocky self confidence, the disdain she'd show people at the clinic and at the coffee shop made her perfect. She also had a great little body and a face that looked like it would show pain beautifully.

He'd first noticed her at a Starbucks, then followed her back to her building and saw her enter the clinic's employee entrance. He decided to get an STD test the next Thursday to see if she still appealed to him.

It was six weeks later and she had indeed continued to appeal, his interest now an obsession.

Plan B was simple. He'd set off the fire alarm, steal her iPhone, drain it of personal information and go from there. Much easier than hacking her home computer and he couldn't get sent back to jail this way, maybe. 

Setting off the alarm was simple, he just used a pair of electrician's scissors to jimmy the telephone room door, clipped on a remote actuated switch to some wires in the fire alarm control panel and when he pressed a button in his pocket a signal would go back to the switch and close the circuit, just as if someone had pulled one of the handles. 

As he stood before Jenny for the seventh time, he said, "Last chance. Come out with me for lunch and let's get to know one another."

She said, "You're number 29. Fill out the form and take a seat." No banter, no smile and he knew she was sick of him.

He triggered the alarm, pissed off at her for making him go the hard way. She looked up and around. "Is there a drill today?" she asked a co-worker and people started to talk and ask the same question.

"We'd better go," someone said. Jenny turned to get her purse and her phone that had been right there. "Shit... where's my phone?"

It was in Phil's pocket and he was back in the closet closing the red door to the fire alarm box.

The next Thursday Phil didn't show. Jenny was a bit sad. Relieved a bit but really disappointed that he hadn't returned. He'd been kind of a creep but sweet in a way. She was glad that he'd get away unscathed at least, she wouldn't have to dump him like the others when the 'I love you' crap started. 'Oh Well... the romance bit was kinda nice,' she thought. Maybe she'd let Kevin get romantic when his turn came. She had to get married someday.

One more noteworthy thing happened. She found her phone again. It must have fallen between the desk and the filing cabinet, cause there it was. 'Hmm, odd.'

That week Phil copied the root file system of her iPhone and dug through all the log files. You could learn a lot about how a phone was used if you knew how to comb through the gibberish, which he did. He had all the tools and expertise he needed as one of his jobs was securing these devices for his clients. He knew the iPhone's OS and file system very, very well.

The backup he had made of her phone was much more comprehensive than you do when you back up your phone to your Mac. His copy was a complete clone that could be written to a new device. A perfect duplicate, right down the the MAC addresses of the CDMA radio that would even register to the provider network and make and receive her phone calls, if he wanted. 

Phil had discovered a lot about Jenny. He'd read every one of her emails for the past seven years, and pretty entertaining reading it was. Jenny wasn't the prim girl he'd taken her for... which was, perfect. He tried to get her one way, but he would get her another.

She was sloppy about security, as most people were, and only had three passwords and four usernames. He looked at her mobile browser's cookies and hit the jackpot. He found she had a profile on a porn clip sharing site, the kind where people watched short pirated porn clips, upload photos and videos of themselves and invite like minded 'friends' to share. Her username was AsianToy and her password was fuckmefuckmeharderharder.

He spoofed her home IP address, which wasn't that hard and logged into the site using her info. He made copies of all the clips, copied the messages between all her online 'friends', of which there were hundreds, and generally sucked the page clean. He already had all of her contacts and the thousands of email addresses of the people she had emailed in the past in a spreadsheet. He had everything he needed. 

His preparations were complete. Now for a bit of simple blackmail. But one thing he had to clear up first, he had to erase himself from the free clinic and this would get him thrown in jail if it went wrong. It meant getting the file out of the huge cabinet from behind Jenny's desk. Since they expected him back every Thursday they hadn't taken it back to storage as they usually did after a week or two. He wouldn't need to hack in and delete himself from the database as the free clinic didn't enter patient info into one. One level of privacy that he appreciated.

So, nothing but direct action would do. He simply entered the building, hung around until the clinic closed, brought out the retractable ladder he'd brought and, from the bathroom that abutted the suite, climbed into the ceiling, opened the tile on the other side of the wall, dropped in, took his file, and climbed back over. He was out in five minutes and there was no longer a record of Phil Conners. Jenny would remember his name, sure, but she was soon going to be in no position to complain to anyone.

##########

It was time to begin, but he wanted to play with her a bit. He crack into her home computer using the info in the iPhone logs and controlled it remotely. He created the following draft email and left it visible on her screen.

Addressed to about a hundred of her contacts. It read:

Subject: See what a filthy whore I am

Message: I've been leading a secret life and I wanted to come clean to my friends and family. The pictures below are of me exercising my perverted nature. I've been doing horrible things to my body with all manor of devices and toys and I'm so ashamed. I hope you'll forgive me.

Attached were five photos of her stuffing her cunt with all kinds of objects, from the handles of razors to vegetables and a few of her standing over the camera parting her wet pussy lips.

He knew she lived alone, shit, he knew everything about her by now, so a roommate wouldn't stumble on the message.

He also, just for fun, turned on her web cam built into her Mac, pushed the video up to a server in Asia he had as part of his former life and altered the OS to keep the little light off. He would see and hear her reaction when she saw the message that awaited her. It was going to be so much fun.

##########

Jen got off work, got a bite with a co-worker and headed home, still in a funk that Phil hadn't shown up. She thought that at least she'd go online when she got back, connect with her fellow perverts, watch some porn and go to sleep, much as she did most nights. What greeted her on her computer in her bedroom didn't register at first. She recognized the photos and thought, for just an instant, that she'd left the tube site up before leaving home. But she was always so careful to log out, even though she lived alone. She was careful because she knew, if she didn't one day someone would find out.

Then she realized it was an email message and quickly sat down to look closer, fear gripping her heart as she read the subject. "Oh My God!" she blurted out. "What the fuck!" as she read the contents. "Jezzzus Christ!" as she saw some of the addresses in the To: field.

She panicked, looked around and did the first thing she could think of. She pulled the plug on her computer. She figured computers can't work if they don't have power.

She stood up, circled the small room, saying, "Oh fuck, oh my god, oh fuck...oh holy shit, Holy Shit... Oh fuck, oh fuck..." over and over and over. She settled down for half a second. Then got up and did it all over again. She tore at her hair. Extended her walking panic to other rooms in the apartment, chanting the same three obscenities over and over like a mantra. "Oh fuck, oh my god, oh fuck...oh holy shit."

Then, in the kitchen, she said, "Ok... Ok... what the fuck... someone did that. Someone broke in here and downloaded those photos and set up that email and ... fuck ... fuck ... holy shit... left it for me to find." It didn't quell her panic but made her feel more vulnerable. If someone did that they might come in here any minute and rape her or ... whatever... she wasn't safe.

"Fuck... what am I going to do.. Shit.. Shit... Shit... What the fuck am I going to do. Who would fucking do this to me? Who knew how to find those pictures? Who knew about that?"

She wracked her brain for an hour and came up with the most likely answer. One of her motherfucking online 'friends' had tracked her down, broke in her apartment and was going to blackmail her. She didn't understand all that hacker shit but she knew life online had risks and that people could do some real fucking with your life if you weren't careful. She realized that all her precautions were an illusion.

If this were what was happening they could have already sent the email or another version. The only way she'd know is to check her emails and see if someone had responded... someone like her mother. But she couldn't risk turning back on the computer. She'd not received anything on her cell phone but took it out to check. No... no new messages from mom disowning her. Nothing from her friends saying, 'nice photos, Jenny'.

She figured she'd have to turn the computer back on and see what she could discover.

Gingerly, like she was handling a snake, she plugged the Mac back in, pressed the button on the back and winced when she heard the chime. After it boot up she just starred at the screen for a few moments. She jumped when she saw the cursor move by itself. "Fuck!" her heart skipped a beat. Her computer was moving on its own. Then the black arrow slowly made its way down the the bottom of the screen, to the dock and it opened the TextEdit app she never used and a window opened. Text started to appear before her stunned eyes. Someone was controlling her computer. The motherfucker who had done this to her.

"Hi Jenny. You've been a naughty girl haven't you?"

The cursor blinked insistently, like a cold heartbeat, threatening her.

She found her courage.

"FUCK YOU!!" she wrote back.

"Now Jenny. Is that anyway to start our relationship?"

"Who the FUCK are you?"

"Patience, my dear. Patience. Let's just say I'm your new best friend."

"Did you contact any of my friends?" she wrote.

"Not yet? Are you really so embarrassed about the secret you?"

"I am going to find out who you are and call the cops."

"Now, now. Don't loose your temper. You can trust me. Or I should write, you must trust me."

"Fuck you."

"That's better."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you started out with all caps and three exclamation marks. Now its a single capital and no superfluous punctuation. You are beginning to trust me already."

"FUCK YOU!!"

"Jenny. Let me point out one thing that may have not occurred to you. Two things actually. One, if I wanted to exposed your perverted secrets to your family and friends, I would have done so already. And two, I know a lot more about this sort of thing than you do."

"And?"

"Just that it is in your best interests to do what I want and not put up a fight. Anyway, knowing what I do about you, I am sure you're going to like it?"

"Like what. What do you fucking want from me?"

"Everything."

"I don't have money."

"I don't want your money. I know to a penny what is in your bank account and $463.23 is not impressive."

"Fuck you. You bastard." She wasn't sure what the total was but that sounded about right.

"You should get all this anger out now because I'm not going to let you talk like this in person."

"What do you mean? I am never going to meet you in person you creep. Who the fuck are you?"

"Sure you will. You'll have no choice. Think of how I can ruin your life. Think of how your mother will feel looking at that video of the cucumber up your cunt or read the messages to Ryoko in Tokyo. Does your mother know of your lesbian yearnings."

Oh fuck, she thought to herself, he really does know everything. Ryoko was a lesbian in Tokyo she'd made friends with. They chatted for a few months and they had FaceTimed each other and enjoyed some long distance masturbation together. Did he have that video? Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

"You are bluffing." She couldn't think of anything else to write.

"Jenny?"

"Yes, asshole?"

"You don't really think I am bluffing do you? I mean, I've gone to a lot of trouble to get you in this position and it would be such a let down to just send those emails and post those videos online and ruin your life. I really don't want to do that but I will and wash my hands and forget all about you. Just like you did with all those boyfriends you told SinoSlut about. You know, the teacher in high school. I wonder if he is still in China? And the lawyer in college, what was his name..."

She wrenched away control and starting typing.

"Okay... all right... what the fuck do you want."

"I told you... everything."

"Be fucking specific."

"I'll let you think about it for 24 hours. Use your imagination... think nice thoughts and you'll know. But one word of warning. If you try to contact the police or talk about this to your friends or momma, I'll send those emails and post those videos. Don't think you are smarter than me. Don't think I won't know. Don't test me AsianToy... I'll do it."

Just then the text was highlighted in a flash of blue and then disappeared from her screen. What remained was a blank window and the blinking cursor.

##########

Jenny was well and truly fucked and she knew it. She didn't sleep, didn't even try and called into work sick at 7:30 leaving a message in the director's voicemail. 

She cussed more in the last twelve hours than all the combined, shits, fucks, and motherfuckers she'd uttered in her twenty-three years combined.

Finally at ten she fell asleep after a quarter bottle of cough syrup. 

When she awoke at four in the afternoon she still had no answers but she'd figured out what 'everything' meant. Sex was definitely one element of everything but she wasn't sure if that was it. Perhaps this guy or girl, unlikely but possible, wanted her to shine his shoes and buy his groceries. Maybe he was some hairy shut-in living in Oakland, three-hundred-and-fifty pounds with cheese encrusted foreskin and a love of anal fisting. 




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 01



Images like this filled her head until eight o'clock when the twenty-four hours were up. She returned to her computer.

She turned it on, having pulled the cord again.

The cursor started moving and she saw the window appear and take up the whole screen.

"Hello, Jenny."

The cursor blinked again, her eyes fixating on the throbbing line. Maybe she could just run. Start over.

"I know you are there Jenny. You just turned on your computer."

"So what does everything mean?"

"Well. Everything means you'll do exactly as I say, whenever I say an you'll enjoy it."

"So I'm going to be your slave?"

"Yes... if you need one word, slave will do."

"No fucking way."

"Let's do this. Check your email."

She did nothing.

"Ok... I'll do it for you."

The cursor went down to the dock again and opened Mail. When the application loaded she noticed a few new messages and one at the top was titled Fuck Me!

The cursor clicked on it and she saw a picture of herself with a cock in her mouth. It was one of the images with the doctor she'd been fucking upstairs from the clinic. She didn't know where this guy had gotten it. She deleted it from her iPhone a week ago but here it was.

The text read:

'I am one horny slut and my name is Jenny. If you would like me to suck your cock please call 415 701-2311. Check out my other pictures at' and gave a link to her online profile.

The cursor deleted the email and the other window popped back up from the dock.

"Do you want 10,000 random men in San Francisco to get this email? I can also include the address of the clinic where you work or even your Mom's home address? Are you getting the message yet?"

"You fucking bastard."

"Yes. Get it all out now because when you submit you will call me master."

"Fuck you." Then she deleted it and replaced it with, "FUCK YOU!!"

"What are your alternatives, Jenny?" 

She slumped back into her chair, totally despondent. She had no way to fight this guy and he had the power to ruin her life. Not only was he threatening to expose her to all her friends. Probably every one of the people she emailed in god knows how long, but tens of thousands of strangers. And she knew he had all of her selfies and videos. If he could get a picture she deleted from her phone weeks ago he'd have the porn she made on her webcam and the ones of several lovers she'd had dating all the way back to college. Shit, he had the video of her and Ryoko for all she knew. 

So he could expose her to such an extent that even leaving San Francisco wouldn't be enough. 

"I'm waiting. I don't like to wait Jenny."

She paused while the reality sank in. 

"Have you come to the inevitable conclusion yet? That you have no choice?"

She hung her face in her hands and, for the first time since all this started, she began crying. 

Phil saw her weeping in a second monitor on his desk. He felt sorry for her, a little. Still it was her fault. He'd tried to make this easy on her. Visiting her and flirting with her every week for a almost two months. But when she spurned him in the end she left him no choice. Anyway, judging by the break up emails and texts she'd sent in the past she was a heartless bitch and he would break that cold little heart and give her a new one. 

He got up and got some coffee and bourbon and about ten minutes later, when he didn't hear her crying any more he returned to his den. 

"Felling better?" he wrote on her screen. Which he realized he probably shouldn't have as that would give her a clue that he had her place bugged or was using her cam or mic. But it didn't mater if she figured it out. Hell, it might make her feel more vulnerable. 

She wearily moved forward and lifted heavy hands to the keyboard. 

"So what is next?"

A thrill ran through Phil as the beautiful words of submission appeared on his screen.

"That's a girl Jenny! Good decision. Your going to love your new life."

"I hate you so much. I want to kill you!"

"I love a girl with spirit!"

He had it all worked out. "We'll meet soon and I'll give you instructions that you'll follow exactly and then we'll begin your training."

"Training?"

"Oh yes. You can't just jump in and become a slave. You've got to be trained. Or you won't please me."

"So what!"

"You don't understand. In six months all you'll be thinking about is how to please me. I'll be your whole world. You'll finally have a purpose in life."

"You're one sick bastard."

"Jenny. Who's been sticking garden vegetables in their cunt and posting the video on-line for strangers to see?"

He had a point there, she had to admit. 

"This can't last forever or I will go to the police or kill myself, which sounds like a good idea."

"Don't try the delicate little girl game with me Jenny. I know who you are. I know what a cold bitch you are and that you're hard as iron. You're the last person in the world to kill yourself."

'Yeah. That wouldn't work,' she thought. 

"I tell you what. If after six months of really trying I'll set you free. I'll destroy every email address, every photo and video. If you want your freedom I'll give it to you. BUT, the clock starts when you've proven to me that you are trying and not just lying to me or are marking time. Does that work for you?"

"What am I supposed to say? Yeah sure. Gee, thanks for the offer?"

"Yes."

"When do we meet. I want to tear your eyes out."

"We meet at at five-ten tomorrow evening at the Starbucks near your workplace."

Well, that's good she thought. At least it's public and I won't be abducted. 

"How will I know you."

"You won't."

The screen flashed blue, the 'select all' key command having been pressed on Phil's computer, and the text disappeared again. The cursor silently blinked.

She pondered the rest of the night, still unable to sleep. She felt better, a bit. At least she knew what she was up against and knew she was powerless to resist. It was a comfort of sorts. 

So, she'd have to suck this guy's cock and let him fuck her for six months and probably do his laundry and while it pissed her off at least she would survive. That was if she were feeling optimistic. When she wasn't she dreamed up all sorts of horror scenarios of being tied to a door in some creeps basement for the rest of her life. 

At one in the morning she went to bed and before falling asleep she figured that at least tomorrow she would know.

##########

The morning was miserable, the afternoon was worse and as closing time neared she found a mix of dread and a strange sense of anticipation growing like an out of control embolism within her. She really wanted to kill whoever was doing this to her but life in prison wasn't an attractive option either.

She thought about going to the police and telling her story. She figured she might get a sympathetic hearing but what proof did she have? None. She could ask them to put a mic on her and record what he said but if he were arrested what case would they have? He'd be too smart to blackmail her in person. He was doing it on her computer and erasing the conversations. Perhaps she should have video taped the screen or something. Anyway, he would still ruin her life, she was sure. The only thing she could do is meet him and hope for the best. 

It was five and her co-workers, who she knew didn't like her much, all said that they hoped she felt better tomorrow and told her to get some rest. She realized that she had no one in whom she could confide. No close friend to whom she could pour out her troubles. It made her very lonely, she realized that she really was the heartless bitch he had said she was.

She entered the Starbucks at exactly ten after and got in-line for a coffee. She needed it and got the most expensive whatever. She looked at the people in the store, wondering who her tormentor was. As she finished stirring in the sugar, she saw a familiar face. 'Fuck,' she said to herself, 'not that guy. Not now.'

"Hi Jenny," Phil said walking up to her, "I didn't know you'd be here."

"Hi... It's Phil right." She didn't wait for an answer. "Look, I am meeting this guy here in minute and I can't be seen with anyone so please, do me a favor and go."

"Nice to see you too. Some new date?"

"No, no it's nothing like that, please." She was desperate for him to leave. She figured if the motherfucker saw him talking to her he might think she'd involved the cops.

"Ok. Let me get some coffee and I'll be on my way."

"No! No please. Just go."

"Hey, it's a public place. I can get coffee if I want. You don't have to be rude." He turned and got into line. 

She took a seat at the window and looked at her phone for the time: 5:19. 

Phil took his time getting the coffee, added sugar and looked at Jenny, never catching her eye. He approached her again. 

"Are you in trouble Jenny?" he said, very sweetly, "Can I help?"

"Ugh! It's you. Listen. I don't have time for games. Just get out of here. Just fuck off will you!"

Phil decided that she needed to sweat for a while. He took a seat at the other side of the cafe and waited twenty-five minutes, playing with his iPhone like half of everyone in the place. 

Jenny was beside herself. She'd been on time. She came alone. She hadn't called the cops and now he had stood her up. 'Fuck.' She wasn't eager to meet him but she was ready to get this over with. 

She examined everyone in the place and all the people walking by trying to figure out who it was. There were a few people she'd seen before, people from the same building and she noticed a few likely looking creeps cycle in and out but no one that jumped out at her. Who could it be?

Her phone buzzed with an incoming text. 'Fuck, not now,' she thought as she turned her phone over. It was from a number she didn't recognize but she saw the notification which had the first few words of the text and knew it was him. 

Phil:Hi, Jenny or can I call you Jen?

She texted back. 

Jenny:Where are you asshole?

Phil:Near by. And be polite - for your sake.

Jenny:Afraid to show yourself? I didn't call the cops.

Phil:I know. Let me ask you, Jen, who do you think I am.

Jenny:You're some 350 lb. nerd. Some creep who is afraid to show his face.

Phil:Wrong!

Jenny:Then who are you?

Phil:Guess.

She looked around at the faces. There were four guys playing with their cellphones, any one of them could be texting right now along with two more standing in line. Plus there was a guy outside standing next to a car. 

Jenny:I don't know.

Phil:That's not a guess.

Jenny:The guy outside.

Phil:Hmm maybe. Who do you wish it were? Think about it and text me in 3 minutes. Not before.

Phil considered for a moment. Here was a fork. He could force her to sit with him and even go on a date with him and he could play it straight, even prolong this, controlling her from behind the curtain, like the Wizard of Oz. But that wasn't how he saw this, he was going to control her in person. 

She texted back.

Jenny:It would be the guy in the blue jacket.

Phil:Why him?

Jenny:If you know everything you would know that he's been hitting on me for weeks.

Phil:Yes.

Jenny:So at least I know him and he's not a creep like you.

Phil:But you were rude to him earlier weren't you?

Jenny:Yes because you put me in this position.

Phil:I have a camera that looks over your shoulder where you work and I've seen you blow him off for weeks.

She looked over at Phil but couldn't see his hands. 

Jenny:I don't have time for him and he's not my type.

Phil:What is your type?

Jenny:Tall and Asian.

Phil:Bullshit. You haven't dated an Asian man, at least not for the past seven years. Don't lie Jen. Not to me.

Jenny:Ok. He seems like a nice guy and you said yourself that I'm a heartless bitch.

Phil:True. You are. So you're protecting him? How sweet.

Jenny:FUCK YOU!

Phil:Don't lose your temper.

She wiped her forehead. The tension was getting unbearable. 

Phil:Something wrong, Jen?

She knew he was watching but because she'd foolishly chose a window seat. He could be anywhere. 

Jenny:Are you outside.

Phil:Not going to say.

Jenny:So what. We text for the next six months?

Phil:No. You'll meet Prince Charming soon. Why don't you go over and sit with that guy in the blue jacket?

Jenny:Why?

Phil:I want to see if you can be nice to someone who likes you.

Jenny:Don't get him involved in this shit.

But there was no reply. In a minute he texted: 

Phil:Do it now!

Then more silence. 

She'd better get used to it she figured. Phil was getting up to leave. That last text looked threatening. 

"Phil," she said as his hand griped the door handle. 

"Yes, Jenny?"

"Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure. Sorry I bothered you before and ..."

"Don't worry about it."

"... and before that. I should have taken the hint a long time ago."

"It's ok. Just sit here for a while."

"Sure." 

He took a seat but she still didn't talk to him. She just let an awkward silence grow. 

"Is something wrong?" he asked. 

For the first time in two days she smiled and said, "No. I'm sorry. I just have something going on in my life that has me bothered and I can't talk about it."

"I see. If you need something or if I can help..." he let the sentence die. 

She didn't answer and the silence grew again. 

What was she supposed to do? She talked with him. Now what?

"Look. I'm sorry about before. I won't bother you again but I've got to be going." He stood up. 

"No. No, just a few more minutes." She looked back to her phone and checked for another text but she knew there wasn't one, having held the phone in her hand since Phil had sat down. 

"Shit. I'm running out of battery," she said. 

"Well. Look I've got to use the bathroom."

"Ok," she said, not looking up. 

As he turned she got another text. 

Phil:Pthtic.

She quickly looked at Phil, wondering but his hand was in his jacket pocket. 

What was Prhtic supposed to mean? Pathetic?

Then that word was the next text. He must have flubbed the typing. 

Phil:You have to do better than that.

Jenny:I'm under a lot of stress and I can't make chit chat.

Phil:Follow him when he leaves. I think he's given up on you.

He was probably right. Was this creep turning into her fairy godmother or something?

Phil returned from the bathroom and said, "Jenny, I wish you picked a better time to want to talk but I've got to go."

"Right. Me too."

He held the door for her and they left. She scanned around as quickly as she could to find the asshole that was making her life unlivable. 

"Looking for someone?" he asked. 

"No. Yes."

"Well, you found him." He took a small phone from his jacket pocket. 

Jenny thought he was back to his old flirting, something like amusement was in his eyes. He touched the phone. Then tossed it in a trash can. 

Jenny didn't think about that rather unusual action until she looked at her phone. The text said, "Hi."

She looked at him. Still not putting two and two together. He smiled at her, then it clicked. It was him. Phil was the motherfucker trying to ruin her life. 

"You!"

"Yep," he smiled. 

"You motherfucker!" A glowing red flame lit behind her eyes and he stepped back, laughing. 

"You motherfucker. You're the one! You stole my pictures. You're blackmailing me?"

"You gave me no choice," he said as her palm connected with his cheek. His laughing stopped. 

"Don't do that again" he said but she didn't hear him. She swung her other hand and he grabbed it. 

"Make a scene and the emails go out in an hour. I have an automated script to send them out and if I don't cancel it with my phone your little secret, Miss AsianToy, is in your friends inbox. Got it?" He squeezed her wrist and threw away her arm. "Now walk with me and I tell you how this works."

She did and they walked to a park and sat down. 

"I'm the same guy that chatted you up all those weeks and I'm not some three-hundred-and-fifty pound creep. I'm not much more of a pervert than your average porn watching American male and certainly not as much as you." He leaned back and put his arm on the bench behind her head. "You'll serve me for six months with all your heart and you'll be free. It's that simple," he said.

She turned her cold almond eyes at him, "You bastard."

"Hmm. Yeah. So what?"

"So fuck you!"

"Didn't we play this inning before?" he asked. "Anyway, you have no choice."

"I thought you were a nice guy."

"I am and where did that get me with you? You blew me off, which is what you do to nice guys."

"That's why I didn't want to date you. I use guys and dump them when they get close. That's what I do and I knew I wasn't going to marry your or anything so I did you a favor."

"You've never been in love." It wasn't a question.

"No and I'm not going to start now."

"We'll see about that," he said and she turned to him.

"What? You've got some magic dick that's going to make me fall in love with you?"

"No. I have other tools, but my dick's not bad."

"I suppose I'm going to find out soon right."

"In good time. When you take it you're going to beg for it first."

"Yeah... right. Like I said, Fuck You!"

"You like saying that don't you. That tells me something about you. Something you don't want me to know."

"Like what."

"Quite a lot really. I know you're a nasty whore, a real first class slut. That's the easy part, but the constant, 'fuck you' is telling me you are lonely and have low self esteem. But we'll get into your therapy soon enough. Let's talk about details."

He turned on the bench, his body facing her, his knee on the seat. She sat looking forward, her elbows on her knees.

"First there are rules. You may want to make note of them on your phone or something."

She didn't move to get out her phone.

"One. You will obey immediately every command I give you, no matter how slight or how difficult it may seem."

"Ok, well before I agree..."

"There is no agree or disagree."

"Look you can't just expect me to do anything you say. I mean if you tell me to rob a bank or kill someone I'm not going to do it."

"So here is the situation you are in and the calculation you're going to have to get used to making. You have to decide if the pain of what I tell you to do is less than the pain I cause you by fucking your life over until it is an unrecognizable shambles. You might be thinking that all I have is some photos and video and emails of yours but that's just the start. The tip of one huge fucking iceberg." 

He shifted on the bench and ran his fingers through his brown hair. 

"I went to jail for a few years because I got caught fucking with people's lives. I was young and stupid and didn't know my craft. Now I do it for a living and I am very good, as you've seen for yourself. I can screw up your life and the lives of people you care about beyond all recognition. How would you like to be on the California State Police most wanted list? How would you like an IRS audit? How would you like your diploma erased from the university's records? Are you getting the picture, Jenny?"

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"You deserve it."

She felt the truth of it. It weighed her down like cement being poured over her shoulders. 

They sat for fifteen minutes. Jenny surveying the future if she refused. Phil letting a mind in turmoil find the only way out. 

"So give me an example," she finally said. 

"In a way it's up to you. The better you are the easier I'll be, but most will be banal commands. Get this, stop by the store and get something, go there... that kind of thing. If you resist or become petulant or sass me back it will be worse."

"Such as?"

"You might want to take that tone out of your voice or I might just give you the command to go over to that bum over there and take him to an alley and give him a blow job."




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 01



She looked at him in disgust. "You would think of something like that?"

"How do you know... you know zero about me. And anyway, you work in a clinic. You can get all the testing and treatment you need."

"Fuc..." She thought better of it and shut her mouth.

"Jenny," he said, with something of a tender tone in his voice, "Don't worry. You are going to be fine. I know you are going to be a wonderful servant and you're going to love it."

She turned her red eyes to his and began crying from the humiliation she felt and the prospect of loosing all control over her life.

He let her cry. She was good at it when the emotions were real. She sobbed and shook her shoulders, her head held in her hands. He knew this was part of her mind's process of conditioning itself to the new reality. It had to happen and it would happen a lot more before she was through. He put his hand on her back and left it there, not moving or stroking, just resting it between her shoulder blades. Eventually, she stopped, passers by having given him sympathetic looks or suspicious glances, depending on their sex.

"So when do you want to start fucking me?" The humiliation evident in the tone of her voice.

"Oh you are such a slut. Can't you think of anything else? Anyway, this is so much more than just fucking, Jen. And like I said... before you take my cock, your going to beg for it."

"Never."

"Remember you said that."

"I'll never beg for your cock."

"I wish I recorded this," he said, thinking aloud.

"Then what?"

"Tonight you get a free night. Go home and get some rest. Tomorrow your training begins. Turn on your computer at eight and I'll have instructions."

"That's it. No homeless blow jobs? No broom stick up my ass?"

"Nope, not yet. It all depends on you Jen. Get out of hand and I'll have you fuck every nasty homeless piece of shit in this park. Be good and you'll have wonderful rewards."

"Fu..." She stopped herself again.

"That's right. You'll need all the self control you can find. The next few weeks are really going to be a challenge."

With that he got up and walked off.



From Jenny to Mei Ch. 02



 This is the second installment of what I hope will be a full novel. No editor in shining armor has presented him/herself (hint) so please forgive the errors that I know must still be here. It is my first effort and that's not an excuse but it may buy me some understanding.

Your votes are very welcome as is your feedback.

asianToy

*****

Jenny sat in the park until seven o'clock when she realized she'd have to get home to receive her instructions. She stood in a daze and zombie walked to the BART station.

On the train she returned to thinking about him. He seemed normal enough, a bit cute even. He had a great smile and those eyes. 'Just goes to show,' she figured, 'you can't really know someone.'

At home she collapsed on the couch and cried again for four minutes until 8:00 showed on her stove. When the computer booted up the now familiar self moving cursor opened TextEdit and the typing began.

"Tomorrow you will not wear bra or panties to work."

'That's it?' she thought. 'That's it? That was his command? That was easy.'

"Ok" she typed back. Then the blue flash and the words disappeared.

Phil was pleased. It only took her ten seconds to respond. That was good.

The task was easy because he knew he needed to start getting her to assent to his commands. If he'd put too much pressure on her now she might fall apart. Better to get her into the practice of obedience and then raise her threshold slowly.

Jenny ate and went to sleep; thoughts of cruising porn sites and chat rooms completely forgotten. 

##########

She woke, showered and put on a skirt and blue blouse. If this was all the creep wanted then she'd do six months standing on her head. She frequently went without panties anyway. 

Within her was a tinge of anticlimax. She'd been expecting all manner of horrors and her mind had built up this slavery into such awesome misery it had a hard time accepting so mild a task.

The day went by without a hitch. In fact she nearly forgot about him for a few minutes.

She got dinner at a sandwich place on the way home and did some neglected chores, laundry, bill paying and the like and she was already on her computer when eight o'clock came around.

He took the cursor away from her and opened another text document.

"Well done Jen. Your tits looked nice swaying back and forth under your blouse. But this is the last time you wear blue."

"But I can't wear white or everyone will see my nipples."

"That's right... that's exactly right and that's what you will wear tomorrow."

"NO... no way!"

"Jen... do I have to threaten you again. If you respond with a refusal you will see your credit score, currently averaging 660, drop by 100 points. You will wear a white silk blouse, cotton if you don't have silk, tomorrow with no bra or panties."

She stared open mouthed at the screen.

"Got it? Don't make me wait again for a response."

"Yes"

"Yes what?"

"Yes I will."

"Good. But you are forgetting one thing."

"What?"

"You must answer, 'Yes, sir.'"

'Uhhh, he wants to play his 'Master' role... what a fucking creep.'

"Yes, sir."

"Enjoy tomorrow."

She looked at the screen, figured that was it and was about to close the window, noticing that he hadn't erased the text. Then she realized he was waiting and typed, "Yes, sir." The blue flash erased the text.

'Crap, how am I going to get away with my nipples showing all day? I'm going to have to find a loose blouse and tell them I forgot my bra... maybe I could put a band-aid over my nipples but he'd know somehow. He said there was a camera at work.'

She fretted for a couple of hours but finally went to sleep.

##########

It wasn't as bad as she thought, at least the reaction from her coworkers. The 'forgot the bra' excuse worked and it's happened to most women at least once. But the riffraff seemed delighted, several men stared at her tits, the dark circles of her nipples obvious.

To her horror, she found that her pussy seemed to like the idea as well. The feeling of men looking at her... even these lowlifes, seemed to be doing something to her. After all she was an exhibitionist online, just not in person.

##########

"Well done Jen. Did you enjoy today."

"No sir."

"You must be more verbose in your answers, Jen. I don't like short answers."

"No sir, I didn't like men staring at my tits all day."

"That's a lie Jen. You are a whore... remember. I know all about you. You can't lie to me."

"Yes sir"

"Good... now tell me again. Did you enjoy your day?"

"You want the truth right?"

"Yes, always."

"I didn't like the way it made me feel in front of my co-workers. But having those men notice me made me feel... desirable."

"Good. It's a good feeling being wanted."

"Yes." She backspaced. "Yes, sir"

"Good."

"So what is tomorrow's torture?"

"Tomorrow you will be nice."

"What?"

"You'll be nice. Nice to everyone you meet, everyone who comes into the clinic. Every one of your co-workers. You will be so goddamn nice that your face will ache when you leave work from all the smiling you've done."

"But I am nice."

"Shit... really, Jen? You think you're a nice person? Remember, I sat in that waiting room for seven Thursdays in a row, at least two hours each time. I've watched you for at least sixteen hours and saw how you interacted with everyone there, from the director to the coughing homeless with TB. You are definitely not nice."

"Thanks... you really know how to make a girl feel special."

"Don't piss me off, Jen... really, you would not like me when I'm pissed off. Did you check your credit score? You've got a 710 now. Congratulations. See what happens when you respond like a good girl to my commands. Good things can happen, but very bad things will happen if you piss me off. So tomorrow, you can wear a bra and panties but you have to be the nicest fucking woman in San Francisco tomorrow, even if it kills you."

"Yes sir"

"Good and good night."

What the fuck was she going to do? She didn't know how to be nice. She knew how to be flirty, which was kinda nice but it was always to get something she wanted. To just be nice... 'how did one do that?'

She tried to think of someone she knew that was nice and maybe give them a call and ask for tips but no one came to mind. She thought of her mom, who was nice, sort of. Her mom was tolerant but she knew Phil didn't have that in mind. She needed nice. 

She looked up the definition; pleasing; agreeable; delightful. The she looked up each word of the definition. Now she knew what nice was but she didn't know how to put nice into effect. Amiably pleasant; kind was the secondary definition. It was the 'amiably' part she was going to have difficulty with.

##########

She didn't sleep well. When she got to the BART station she bumped into someone because if she didn't get the train on the platform she'd be late. Then realized that wasn't nice. She didn't hold the door at the entrance to the building for an old lady, and realized that wasn't nice ether. She was starting to recognize not nice and figured nice was the opposite. She held the door of the elevator to let the old lady on first and realized, by her smile, that that was what nice was. It felt alien.

She steeled herself before opening the employee door and told herself, 'Nice, Nice, Nice,' and walked in.

"Hi Carol! Hi Judy! Hi Samantha!" The greetings hurt coming out. It was so fake. But she'd been fake before with no problem. This was different.

"Hi Jen," Carol replied, "feeling ok?"

"Oh yeah... great," she lied. "How are the kids?"

"They are... ok," she said, bemused, Jen had never asked about them before.

"Great... that's great. Can't wait to get to work... let's open those doors." She felt the bile rise within her.

"Jen, what the hell's gotten into you?" said Judy, "get laid or something?" 

The women giggled, not realizing that Jen got more cock then all three of them combined.

"Nah... just feeling ... nice." The words burned leaving her lips.

"That's... nice, Jen," Carol said, "Let's hope it lasts."

At ten she wrapped a rubber band around her fingers so hard it made them red. She had to keep herself in a state of constant discomfort or she knew she'd forget to be nice. She wasn't comfortable being nice.

She gave every visitor a greeting, "Hi, welcome, glad you're here." Which if she thought about it wasn't really appropriate for a medical clinic, but she did the best she could. She found that people smiled a her and started making more conversation with her, which sucked because it made her actually work, something she had successfully avoided in the months she'd been at this shitty job.

Suddenly, it was lunch time and she didn't understand. She knew she had seen the clock not twenty minutes ago and it was only just after ten. She felt better too. The morning's fatigue had passed. But that couldn't be right.

At the sandwich shop she did more opening of doors and even smiled at the guy taking her order, who smiled back. 'Ugh,' she thought.

Back at the office, she knew she'd done well. She started getting the hang of this nice thing. It wasn't really that hard, just disgusting. You just take everyone as an individual and think to yourself, 'how do I make this person happy? What do they need right now? What would I want someone to say if I looked like that?' It was another trick she'd stuff into the bag and bring out when she needed to manipulate someone.

Her co-workers talked amongst themselves. The consensus was that something had happened to Jen. Two days in a row with no bra and now she was nice. Judy and Samantha were betting she was getting laid. Carol figured she'd found Jesus. It was perplexing to be sure but they liked the Jen that showed up today and hoped that she'd come back. 

Near five o'clock Jen was extra nice to an illegal from China. She was hired, and paid a bit extra because of her fluency in Chinese. Rather than hand her a clipboard and a number she actually got out of her chair and, horror! went into the waiting area, sat next to the woman and filled out her form, explaining everything. Not just that, she accompanied the old lady into the exam room and waited with her for the doctor. She was supposed to be there to translate but she did more than that. She really sought out answers to Dr. K's questions, explaining why he was asking them and sifted through her rambling reply to get what the doctor needed.

Even Dr. K, the patriarch of the clinic and well loved by everyone, including Jenny, noticed and joined in the speculation with the ladies up front.

The act continued on the way home, she even missed a train because she stopped to carry a diaper bag for a lady with too many young children for her own good. Nice was a fuck of a lot of work.

When she returned and closed the door to her apartment, she had a smile on her aching face. She knew she'd done it. She beat that motherfucking Phil. She was as nice as it was possible to be, maybe not the nicest woman in San Francisco but she was really, really nice. 'So fuck him.' She realized that she was proud of herself and that she looked forward to eight o'clock when she could tell him what a really nice bitch she was.

At quarter of she opened the TextEdit program, opened the window wide and typed: 'Ha... didn't think I could be nice!?' She anticipated him seeing it. 

At eight she saw the following appear:

"Well done, Jenny. I knew you could do it. I was monitoring you closely and you really were nice. Except on your morning commute... but over all you did fine."

She felt greater pride than she'd thought she would. Impressing him was, unexpectedly pleasing and agreeable, if not totally delightful. It was two thirds to nice.

"Thanks" She didn't really realize she wrote it until it was on the screen looking at her. She just thanked him. 'WTF?'

"Are you ready for tomorrow's assignment?"

She wanted to slow things down.

"Were you watching?"

"Yes, I have spies everywhere, but don't try to find them or be clever. Just a friendly warning."

"Ok"

"What?"

"Ok, sir"

"Good. You will be rewarded for today's performance in a way that, as a whore, you'll enjoy."

'Shit, why did he have to insult me?'

"You'll find a box outside your door. Go get it."

She did and was opening the box as she returned into the room. It had been lain at her door, by Phil presumably. 

She typed, "A vibrator, how thoughtful."

"Are you being sarcastic?"

"No. Really. It's a Lelo and I love those, such a good brand. But this one is for couples I think."

She put it down and started looking through the enclosed instruction book. It was the top of the line IDA in shocking pink. It didn't look at all like a standard phallus. It had a disk shaped part one inch thick and from the bottom of the disk a half inch thick stem came out, immediately curved eighty degrees and expanded into an elongated bulb. The idea was that the disk rested against the pubic bone, vibrating the vulva, while the bulb fit inside and vibrated the g-spot. This one was special, though, the bulb rotated and pressed against the g-spot. 

Jenny was pleased. 

"So I suppose you want me to use this now?"

"Not now. After I give you your assignment. You'll need to know how to use it for tomorrow."

"I thought it was a gift."

"It is. You need to learn to say thank you."

"Thank you."

"You are going to have to work on gratitude as well as nice."

She decided to mollify him.

"Thank you very much for the gift. It really is something I want and I know I will enjoy it."

"Use it tonight and enjoy it because it will be the last orgasm I let you have without permission."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you won't be able to come again without my permission."

"How would you know?"

"Are you planning on being disobedient?"

"No"

"No WHAT?"

"No, sir"

"Good. Stop forgetting."

"Yes, sir," she wrote and muttered 'asshole'. 

He didn't yet want to reveal that he had her mic on and let it slide. 

"Charge it now. Tomorrow you will insert it, buy your lunch and eat on a bench in the park. Make the strap on your purse long so that you can put in front of your crotch so the bulge doesn't show. Wear big girl panties so your new toy stays in place."

"Yes, sir."

'That sounds fun,' she thought to herself. 'This slavery thing ain't so bad.'

"Good night."

"Good night, and thanks again. Really."

"You were very good today, Jen. I was proud of you. Now be a good little slut and come a few times before sleep."

"Yes, Sir!"

The screen did its blue flash and he closed the TextEdit application as well, and she got back to what she was doing. She didn't feel so alone, which she hadn't noticed feeling before. It was kind of... nice, which seemed to be the word of the day.

After the texting on the computer, as she thought of it, she realized that she was lucky in a way. It sucked having this guy boss her around but he hadn't made her eat his shit while being wrapped up in some leather S&M outfit. She thought about the perverts in the bay area and knew that was a real possibility. Phil was still a prick but she was right when she texted him in the coffee shop, she'd rather call this guy 'Master' than anyone else she could think of at the time. 

For the first time since her world fell apart, she realized she'd get through this. If Phil didn't abuse her, get angry at her and follow through with his threats, she'd get through this. She decided that she would try to make the best of it.

Phil was delighted with her progress. He sat in the crowded clinic for an hour dressed as a bum and was sure she hadn't noticed him. She really was nice, for the first time he'd seen her. She had such potential and was especially delighted with the exclamation point at the end of her last message.

She was becoming more pliant and obedient. The initial phase of her training was finished and he'd reward her tomorrow. Then the difficult training would begin.

##########

Jenny found to her delight that the Lelo was a remarkable feat of perverse ingenuity. It fit nice and snug, not huge and uncomfortable, not small and insubstantial. It fit her pussy perfectly and the probe sat just behind her g-spot. It came with a remote, which she figured Phil would take from her tomorrow and fiddle with and make her come in the park.

Her juices started flowing a few moments after inserting, a bit of lube helping to get it in. She put on some high-waisted panties, the kind she wore when she had her period and walked around the apartment. The panties did their job holding it in place but probably weren't necessary. Other than a two inch wide disk at her crotch, everything looked normal. She sat on the couch, trying to simulate the position she'd be in tomorrow and pressed the button at the top, a power and mode selector with multiple presses.

With a press she felt the vibrations on her clit, nice, nothing special but nice and she felt the thing start wiggling around behind her g-spot. Again, nice. Not mind blowing. She pressed for the highest setting and it was nicer still. She could see how this thing would work and when she grabbed the disk and pressed it against her and up she realized its full potential.

She lay back on the couch, satisfied that she had the basics down for tomorrow. Now it was time for her first orgasm in days. Quite a dry spell for Jen. She had an enormous amount of tension to release. From seeing that first draft email with her photos, to her screen being taken over, to the meeting at Starbucks and finding out Phil was her tormentor, to the relief that he hadn't been as bad as she feared. All of it was a strain and a good shivering orgasm or two would do very nicely indeed.

She started searching for a fantasy that would fit, that would help make the session complete. She could come just fine without a fantasy but the best ones were when she visualized some thick cock attached to a living, breathing male.

For some reason Phil popped in her head and wouldn't leave. She really hated him for what he was doing to her, she still felt like a slow painful death would be justice, but in the slightest degree she appreciated that he wasn't taking it to the extreme. She started thinking about those times he came to the clinic and gave a little chuckle remembering his pickup lines and his unbelievable fucking persistence. 'I mean who would go through that for seven weeks straight?' One rejection after another. He had no fear either. Most guys were so ashamed at the free clinic that they shook when she gave them the clipboard. He was a cool as ice and chatted her up like they were at a dance club.

Then she remembered his cold side and how if she disappointed him he'd have the state patrol on her. She believed him. That look in his eyes when she slapped him chilled her blood.

She started the disk moving in an oval around her pussy, hearing the sloshing sound that meant she was really wet. Good thing the couch was pleather and cleaned up easy. 

She though Phil cute but a bit plain, like his name, but that his eyes were special. She knew from experience that there was no way to tell what a guy was packing in his pants from his height or physique, but she figured he'd know what to do with it. She'd never needed a big cock anyway. With a cunt as tight and small as hers, anything over five inches was big. Mark up another advantage to being an Asian girl.

She pictured him over her, pressing into her, panting, those eyes drilling holes in hers. 'Why not,' she figured, 'he'll be fucking me soon enough I'm sure. Slave has got to mean sex slave, after all. Might as well get used to the idea.' That's how she justified masturbating like this. 

His boast that she'd beg for it before he fucked her was so stupid. 'This guy might have seen photos and read emails but he has no idea who he is dealing with in this department. I've never, ever begged for cock in my life. It's the other way Mr. Blackmail. You'll be the one begging for my pussy.'




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 02



The idea of him begging flicked a switch in her brain. 'Yeah... that'll work,' she thought. 'Him on his knees, begging, licking my nice shiny pumps,' "Please, Jen, please... I've been so good... I've tried so hard... Just let me come on your shoes... anything!" She saw his eyes pleading, pumping his little cock between his thighs, stretching to reach and lick her pussy. She pumped that wiggling, whirring vibrator into her like it was a bottle brush, scrubbing her insides.

Then suddenly, she felt the warning signs and then, BAM! she came. It wasn't a little bitty one, or a standard vibrator one, it was a big motherfucker of an orgasm that just stretched and and rolled on like thunder echoing in a canyon.

"Shit!," she blurted out, "Fuck! Wow... What the fuck was that?" She left the thing in to whirl lazily on its own, figuring there was more where that came from, but stared down at it. 'Is it the toy?' she wondered. She knew Lelo had a reputation for good toys but she didn't think so. It was an ok vibrator but nothing really spectacular, like the wand she kept plugged in next to her bedside. No, it wasn't the toy, it must have been the tension and the fact she hadn't come in a while.

She turned it off but wore it around the house, enjoying the feel of it inside her. She had some chips from a bag and some water and watched twenty minutes of TV then took it out, showered, brushed her teeth and got into bed to finish masturbating.

This time it was the wand, her old reliable. She had attachments, various latex dildos and things that wrapped around the three inch head of the Hitachi but they weren't as good as just direct placement.

Knees up, legs apart, a little towel under her ass to keep the sheets dry and she was ready. Time for a new fantasy. But instead of coming up with something entirely new, she thought back to that whopper she had on the couch. Maybe it was making that fuck beg for her pussy that pushed her over. She'd hate fuck him if she had the chance. She'd never done it before but one of her online friends said that she'd convinced the guy that dumped her into one last fuck and she got all of her anger out at him. Slapping him so hard across the face when he came that he wanted her back, just to repeat the experience.

She decided it was time to face reality. She was going to have to fuck Phil, like it or not. So she decided to give it a test run. She imagined a simple scenario. He texted her and forced her to come to his apartment and he jumped her. Thinking of him running his sweaty hands along her body got her going, that and a few pulls on her nipples and a few circling rubs of her clit. Thinking of him stripping her and himself helped a bit more. Imagining his eyes helped a great deal. He had beautiful, intense green eyes that seemed to live an independent existence. They judged her, they scorned her and praised her, all in one look. She thought about his anger. She'd only seen it after she hit him but it was powerful. He did a good job hiding it, she thought. He must have been pissed that last time at the clinic when she so brusquely blew him off. It had to hurt she figured. She'd never cared before, in fact she enjoyed hurting men but now it felt bad.

She imagined him on top of her. Thrusting his cock deep into her tight pussy. The head of the wand at full strength, a million vibrations sending 'hurry up and come' signals to her brain, both hands mashing it against her clit. The angry words poured out of him. "You fucking slut. You goddamn whore. Take my cock bitch. Take it slut. Fuck! Fuck... fuck you bitch. You don't give a damn about people. You treat people like shit... but you're the trash around here. You're the cunt that relishes human misery."

She felt, with the back half of her mind, the onrushing orgasm.

"Oh my god," she murmured.

"Take it bitch. You unworthy cunt. You've been a tease since you were fifteen. Always shaking that ass, tempting men and boys with your tight little Asian cunt. Well you're going to get what you deserve. I you're going to get your punishment. I'm their revenge. The hurt and pain you caused is going to be doubled and when I'm through with you you're going to want to track every one of them down and plead for the worst punishment they can give you."

His cock had grown in her imagination and it was hammering into her with improbable force and speed.

'Shit... it was really fucking building,' she thought. 'Holy shit, it's going to be huge.'

"You think your a whore now. Wait until I get through with you. You'll take every straight cock in the bay area before I'm done with you."

"Oh... oh... oh shit!" she screamed. "Jesus!"

"You're not a woman. You're just a heartless, useless cunt."

There was a flash and intense heat that enveloped her as her pelvis thrust against the wand. She rolled and bucked her hips against it and in her head she tumbled, roiled in a confused tumult of ecstasy and shame. 

As her orgasm reached its apex, something very, very odd happened. For just a moment, like a frozen flash of lightning, she saw something with her mind's eye, something like a vision. She saw an awesome truth appear within her soul, her understanding of it as clear and hard as diamond. She was a worthless whore. In that instant she saw it all. Her cruelty, selfishness, and a self absorption that would make Narcissus blush. She saw herself as all of her lovers had when she left them. A cold merciless bitch. A slut of untouchable baseness.

The knowledge terrified her.

She wound down in an instant. Turned of the wand and curled up panting, wondering what the fuck just happened. The humiliation she felt at the words her own mind put in his mouth stung her. It was like a cold blade slid slowly between her ribs and into her heart. 

She reflected on her epiphany. The knowledge of what a worthless whore she was crystallized into one of life's truths.

It was the most intense orgasm of her life and the most shame filled moment. 

She began crying uncontrollably. 

The tears burned with a thousand accusations. She'd never given a second thought to how her lovers felt, not a glimmer of interest in letting them down easy. They were just cock and balls and a good fuck. They were favors accepted and gifts received and complements ignored. Never people with hearts and needs and love. 

All of it crashed on her at once. She felt so dirty, such trash. She realized her pride, which she had worn like the finest mink, was really a layer of thick putrid sludge. 

She hated herself. 

She thought of those pictures she posted online with horror. What had she become? 

She used to toy with the word slut to describe herself on-line. Just a playful word that described her secret persona. Now the real meaning came home, it fit her new self-image. She was a slut. A whore that didn't have the dignity to get paid for her body. 

##########

Finally, at two a.m. she took more cough syrup and cried herself to sleep.

At seven she struggled out of bed. Crusts of gunk clung to the corners of her eyes. She didn't shower and practically crawled to work. 

On the train she reviewed last night's horrors. It was like a porn version of 'A Christmas Carol', Philip cast as the Ghost of Porn Future. 

It must be the tension she was under. He had just pushed her too hard and she snapped under the pressure. It was like the brake down that hostages went through. Something like that. 

She felt better when she got to the office. Things would be normal. She'd get through the day. 

"Hi Jenny," Carol said cheerfully as she walked in. 'What was up with her?' Jenny wondered. 

"Eh," she grunted back, and got a nasty look in return. 

She settled down and groaned when the doors opened. 'Another day of human shit,' she thought.

She saw the rubber band she'd had around her fingers just yesterday and felt like such a fool. Nice seemed so disgusting. So fake. She couldn't believe what an ass she'd been. Was it just yesterday?

She heard the secret murmurings from the others. 'Well fuck them too,' she figured. She'd end up quitting before long. Go get a job in porn where she belonged. 

"Lunch time Jen," Samantha said at eleven thirty. "You eating here or going out?"

Lunch. Something about lunch. "Shit," she said loud enough to turn heads in the waiting room. Phil! Shit. She forgot. She was supposed to have that dildo in her and she'd forgot it. 

'Oh fuck'. What to do? She has no way to contact him to beg for a postponement. Then she thought of his file and did a quick search for it, but it was gone.

She didn't even have a purse with a long strap like he'd said. Well, she'd have to fake it. She'd go get lunch and squirm and writhe and pant and hope his spies didn't figure it out. 

She took a book and held it over her crotch the whole way to the sandwich shop and over to the park. She unwrapped the sandwich and began eating. Then it dawned on her. If he had the remote the he'd expect her to show some type of reaction when the thing started moving and buzzing. 

Her phone buzzed with a text. 

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Yes sir"

She could've just tried to explain but she was accustomed to lying to men. 

"I'm going to FaceTime you. I have some friends I'd like you to meet"

"Ok. Sir."

The phone played its little jingle and she pressed 'Accept'. 

Phil's face filled her screen and noise filled the background. There were those eyes, brilliant in the darkness of wherever he was. She felt they could see everything within her. As though he had a memory of her fantasy turned nightmare last night. 

"Hello slut," he said cheerfully. She heard laughter in the background. "Turn the phone around so the guys can see where you are."

She turned the phone to look outward and scanned the park, other lunch hour workers around on benches and on the grass. 

"Good. Pull the phone away and give us a good look at you."

She held the phone at arms length and panned up and down her body. She saw another man's face in the darkness for a moment, something spoken and then Phil reappeared. 

"Are you ready slut? Are you horny? All worked up from last night?"

She desperately felt for the volume buttons to turn him down. She noticed a few people turn towards her. 

"Yes sir"

"Good. Is it in?"

"Um. Yes." She had so wanted to tell the truth. To stop this and talk to him about last night. She had no one but him she could explain it too. 

"I'm here with some friends and I brought an iPad so we could all get a good look."

'Oh great. Just what I wanted,' she thought but answered, "I deserve it."

"Yes you little slut. You do. I showed them your photos and videos already. They've all admired your wet little snatch and your tiny hard nipples. In fact we're browsing them now here in the bar."

'Oh, ok whatever.' She had to say something. 

"Oh no. You didn't. I can't believe it." But it didn't sound real even to her. 

"I told you last night you had one free evening before you wouldn't be able to come without my permission. Do you remember?"

"Yes sir."

"What did you think of to make you're wet little cunt come."

"You," it was just coincidental that she told the truth, "in fact, we need to talk about that. Please, sir."

"Sure. But first I want you to come on my command. Right there in the park."

"Yes sir."

Phil was becoming suspicious. He'd had planted a radio in the park not far from where she was, which is why he had her pan around the area. The radio sent the same 950 MHz signals as the vibrator remote and he tested it two hours ago on another one. He'd gone to a lot of trouble to set this up for her but he wasn't satisfied with the results. He'd had the vibrator going since the start of the call but no reaction from her yet. 

He had listened in when she came on the couch last night. Her moans and screams clear from her living room. She should be shaking right now or at least biting a lip or something. 

The three guys around him were sometime friends he knew from prison and he promised them an interesting lunch hour diversion. But Jenny was disappointing. 

"Slut. What are you feeling?"

"Oh," she realized he must have activated the remote somehow, "Oh it feels so good. Wiggling around inside and buzzing on me down there."

Phil wasn't buying it. 

"Listen slut," he said casually, "give the guys a thrill and put the phone under your skirt. You wore the blue one today just so you could show it. Let's have a look."

Shit. He had seen her. She was indeed wearing the blue skirt but she couldn't show him that it wasn't there. 

'Fuck!'

"I don't think so. There are too many people around."

"Do you imagine I care?"

"No,"

"No sir!" He nearly yelled. 

"Yes. No sir." She was close to tears. 

He said slowly, "Put the phone between your legs and show us or you will wish you'd never been born."

She put her elbows on her thighs, parted her knees, and brought the phone between them and moved it under the fabric of her skirt. With the phone five inches from her panties she heard his voice say, "I'll call you back in five minutes with instructions."

'Oh shit.' She was in trouble now. She'd pay for this and she wouldn't like it. 

She was trembling when her phone rang and 'Unknown' appeared on her screen. 

His voice was just barely contained, which was even worse than a scream. There was no background noise so she figured he'd left the bar. 

"You hear me?"

"Yes sir. I can explain."

"Shut up and listen. You will get in a taxi and have it take you to the address I will text you and you will wait outside. Do you understand what will happen if you do not do exactly that?"

"Yes sir"

"Be here in ten minutes." 

She started making her way to the street, leaving her sandwich untouched on the bench. The text came in as she got into the taxi. She gave the driver, a woman, the address. 

She got out of the cab in front of a shitty looking no place bar seven minutes later. 

The door opened and Phil, eyes blazing, grabbed her by the arm. 

"Do you know how much trouble I took to prepare today's reward for you? Do you have any idea how angry I am?"

"No sir."

"I'm sorry to say, Jenny, but you give me no choice but show you what happens when you don't do exactly as I tell you."

He took her elbow and roughly jerked her into the bar and straight past the stools and the pool tables and past a knot of dirty looking men that were laughing at her and into a storage room at the back. Kegs and cases of beer were stacked against the wall and a furnace and water heater near in the corner. It was cramped, dark, dirty and noisy. It stank sweetly of old spilled beer. 

"I regret this is necessary," he said. "Strip."

'Well,' she thought, she knew she'd have to do it eventually but didn't know it would be so soon. Hopefully she wouldn't be too late back to work and they would buy whatever explanation she'd come up with. 

One more thought. He would be wrong. She wasn't going to be begging for it. But then neither would he. 

He had a short length of yellow ribbon in his hand. 'Odd color,' she considered, then wondered why she thought about it. 

When she was naked he told her to kneel. She did, doubling over the skirt to make a pad. She held up her hands without being asked and he tied them together and let them fall before her. 

He got out his phone, made a call and said. "Your up," then hung up. 

A look of horror filled her eyes with the realization of what was happening. She wasn't going to suck his cock. She was going to have to suck his friend's cock and anything else they wanted to do to her. 

A man came through the door and Phil said, "She's all yours" and made to walk out. 

"No! Phil. Please." She screamed. "Please, Phil at least stay with me!"

After ten seconds, as the tall dirty looking biker type undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, Phil's head came around the corner. 

"You want me to stay?"

"Yes, please yes. I'll suck his cock but please stay with me."

"All right, but you must do as you are told. You know you can leave right now but you'll have to face the alternative which will be much worse. Anyway, you love cock. You've written that countless times to your friends. So this shouldn't be too unpleasant for a whore like you."

The other guy's pants were at his ankles, his cock stroked by his hand.

"Do you agree slut?"

"Yes. Yes sir."

Phil took out a ribbon of condoms from his front pocket, tore one off and tossed it to the other man who bobbled it and dropped it. 

"Awh shit man," he said as he picked it up.

"Everything covered," Phil said, "or nothing."

He ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it on, stepped forward and stuck his cock in her mouth. 

Jenny looked up at him, a tear in her eye. 'Well at least,' she thought, 'at least he cares enough to make them wear a rubber.' 

She didn't hate sucking cock but it was a special gift for a guy who had bought her something nice, like a necklace. She never did it more than once a month, not wanting them to get used to it. She rationed them like fresh water on a life raft a week adrift at sea. 

Five minutes into the blow job, which was basically getting her head stuffed full of this gruff man's cock and gagging, which was not the slightest bit enjoyable, Phil picked up the phone again, dialed and said, "Jimmy, your turn."

"But," Jenny said, pulling the cock from her mouth, "I haven't finished with this one."

"Shut up slut."

Another, uglier man entered the already cramped room and Phil handed him a condom. 

"Get up," he said to her, pulling at the ribbon that tied her hands together. He arranged three cases of beer in a stack and one case in front of it. He took her skirt from the floor and placed it on the single case. 

"Kneel."

She knelt on the case and put her bound hands on the higher stack. 

"Fuck her," he said to the first guy. 

Jenny wasn't ready. She usually at least got a bit wet when she blew a guy but under these circumstances her pussy was bone dry.

"I'm not ready." She said, then added, "Sir."

"Spit on her cunt," he said to him and the guy bent down and spit on her and ran his big hand along her slit.

'How fucking humiliating,' she thought. All of last nights shame came tumbling back over her. She started to cry.

She felt him spread her with his thumbs and enter her. Rough, impersonal. Just a thick presence inside of her, rubbing her insides. It was a familiar feeling, usually relished but now unwelcome. She tensed her muscles but it was useless to resist.

"Face fuck her, Jimmy," he said and the other man came to stand before her.

He grabbed her long black hair, pulled her roughly forward and shoved his latex covered cock deep into her mouth. When she gave head before she was always in control and guys were polite or they never got it again. This time was different. She had no control and this thing was invading her. She struggled with it, fought it as it bounced against the back of her throat. She coughed a couple of times and gagged but it seemed to spur him on. He pushed and held the back of her head, cutting off her air and she was going to puke.

"Knock it off," she heard Phil say, "let her breathe," and the guy relented a bit, only gagging her intermittently. 

He was the vocal type and started a running monolog of insults and comments that she was forced to hear.

"Phil's told us all about what a whore you are. We've all seen you splaying your wet cunt for the camera. Thought it would be fun posting it on-line? Did you? Tease a few men... get them to jerk off looking at your wet cunt? Well, we know what a good little Asian Toy needs. She needs a big American cock or two."

Between listening to his comments and the other guys grunting thrusts, Jenny was drenched in shame and self loathing. She knew she deserved this treatment, but it didn't make it any easier. She was, as he said, just a useless cunt.




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 02



She thought her shame could not get any worse but her body, the last thing she could count on as being hers, betrayed her. She began to get wet. Her juices started to flow around the cock of the man behind her as his rhythm increased.

"Look at how this whore gets lathered up," she heard him say. "She's as foamy as a car wash."

The two men inside of her laughed. Jenny sobbed, tears running down her face, her mascara showing the path the rivulets took down her cheeks.

The man in her mouth said, "How's she Billy?"

"Tight... She's one tight whore. Feels motherfucking fantastic."

"Well hurry it up already. I can't blow in her mouth. This bitch can't suck cock worth a damn."

It occurred to her that she might spare her pussy this guys pounding if she could make him come in her mouth, in the condom of course. So she tried sucking and moaning like she enjoyed it but he just shoved it further it and gagged her some more.

She looked at his stomach and noticed for the first time he was wearing a Bart Simpson t-shirt. The cartoon character had his middle finger raised on a hand jutted in front of him and the bubble coming out of his mouth said, "Fuck You, Man!" So now even cartoon characters were mocking her. It might as well have said, "Fuck You, Jenny, you worthless whore."

After a few more thrusts into her mouth, Jimmy said, "Fuck this. I can't come in this bitch's mouth."

Jenny heard the words with inexpressible relief. Then he moved to stand next to her, and she felt his hands on her ass and her tit. The first man had picked up his rhythm somewhat and was really pounding into her now. 

Fresh sobs emitted from her as the familiar rhythm touched somewhere below her level of control. She felt her self starting to push back against him.

Her conscious mind wanted it over with. Her body seemly wanted it to continue. With all the confusion of the past few days she didn't know which part of her should take the reins. She considered for a moment, 'I'm slut after all. And what what would a slut do? Anyway if I respond the guy will come sooner and I'll get the hell out of here.'

Just then she felt a sharp pain on her left ass cheek as Mr. T-shirt her slapped her hard. 

"Oh man, spank her again. Her pussy just gripped my cock. This whore loves it."

Jenny jerked her chin up, bent her, her face pointed to the ceiling. Her slick black hair whipped in an arch over her head and fell on her naked back. 

"Yes, I'm a whore!" She screamed the confession. "I'm such a filthy fucking slut." The tears flowed. 

The men mistook it for a boast. But not Phil. His heart nearly broke, but he stayed strong. Jenny was breaking before his eyes. 

The two laughed again. Mr. T-shirt said, "You sure are honey. Your a great little slut."

He slapped her again and Jenny let out a low groan. 

In some unknown corner of her mind the decision was made. If she were going to be judged a whore, talked to like a whore, fucked like a whore, she was going to act like a whore. Her conscious mind, still bathed in shame, had no part in the decision. The words that came out of her mouth next shocked her.

"Fuck me, you bastard!"

Another slap and she felt it on her soul. 

"Is that all you got? That the best you can do? Fuck me harder goddamnit!"

"Oh shit! We got a live one here, dude. Give it to her."

Taking it is a challenge, the man behind her thrust harder and faster giving it all he had. But he didn't have much. Seeing this girl turn into a maniac, grunting and pushing against him, looking back at him with those hate filled eyes he couldn't last and he came in the condom with a groan.

"Shit, you pussy!" She mocked him, "I was just getting warmed up."

Insulting him was her only revenge. 

"My turn," T-shirt said and she felt the first one withdraw with a pop and the other one maneuver behind her. His hands grasped her hips and she felt him enter her with one thrust. 

"Uh. Jesus she is fucking tight."

The first one stripped the condom off, tossed it in a box of broken bottles and cigarette buts in the corner. 

Phil said to him, "Tell Eric it's his turn."

"So you've got more cock for me? Can't fuck me with your own huh? Mr. Blackmail? Too small to show it around your friends? Or do you just get off watching other guys get what you couldn't?"

Phil didn't respond, only nodded at the first guy who left but not before he slapped Jenny's ass and said, "You're the best little slut I've fucked in a long time sweetie. Thanks for the ride. Enjoy the rest of the train."

"Fuck you, little dick," she said as the door closed. A moment later an older man appeared, maybe forty. Dressed in black slacks and a golf shirt. 

Mr. T-shirt had been thrusting hard, the slapping of his hips against her, his grunts filling the small space. 

Jenny was no longer crying. 

Phil tossed the new man a condom but he just held it in his hand, moving to Jenny's head. 

"My, my," he said, "this is a sight." He tenderly ran his hand over her hair and her scalp. 

Jenny looked up at him, bouncing forward with the impacts to her hips, her hands still bound, her eyes filled with rage. 

He squatted down to look her in the eye. "How did a nice girl like you get caught in a position like this?"

She didn't want to hear this. 

"Wouldn't your mama be surprised," he stroked her hair. "Can you imagine, twenty some years ago when she gave birth to you. If she could've seen into the future and seen you like this? If she had she probably would've drowned you in the bathtub."

Jenny began to sob again in humiliation. He was probably right. 

"That's right honey. That's right sweetie. Let it all out. You really are such a little whore. But your tears will clean you."

"Stop it," Phil said. 

He ignored him. 

"Come on honey," he said, "undo my belt buckle."

She didn't make a movement.

"I've got a nice cock in here for you. It's just what you want right now. A nice warm cock that will fit so well in your mouth. I'll even use this condom if you want."

Jenny looked back up at him and thought she saw sympathy. She shuffled her elbows and reached out to take his belt buckle and pulled the leather out of the loop. 

"Thank you honey. Now open my fly."

She did, without thinking. 

He shrugged his pants off his hips. 

The guy pumping into her grabbed and yanked on her hair, pulling her chin up.

"Be gentle with her," the older guy said, "we've got a little jewel here." Looking down on her with gentle eyes, he said, "Take it in."

"Condom," Phil said.

"Shut the fuck up," Jenny said and took his cock in her mouth. She was getting tired of Phil. 

"Ah, yes," he looked up, "such a sweet girl you've got here Phil. So enthusiastic."

Jenny shut down her mind, pushing all thoughts away. She'd been so totally fucked with over the past few days, subjected to such overwhelming pressure that she just didn't want to think. 'Anyway, I always wanted two men at once,' she thought. 

In a trance she sucked his cock like it was the best thing ever. She moaned and hummed and gave it little licks and sucks. She played with his balls with her bound hands, the ribbon digging into her wrists. 

She nearly forgot the fucking she was taking from the guy behind her, until he started slapping the hell out of her ass. She'd never liked it, never allowed it, but with each stab of pain she grunted and felt her pussy grip him tighter. 

She felt his thumb start to insinuate into her asshole. She shook her head and tried to say, "No" but with a cock in her mouth it just sounded like 'Ooohhh.' She felt the whole thing enter and twist around inside her. The pain was intense. 

"Oh shit," she said, unintelligibly, a cock nestling against her throat. 

"She likes that, Jimmy. Do it again for me."

He pulled his thumb out past her ring of muscle and shoved it back in as far as it would go, his index finger flat in the crack of her ass. 

She'd never come close to feeling this, so totally abused. There was a cock inside her throat, a really nice cock, and one ramming her hard from behind, her hair was being pulled to the point of eye watering pain. Now there was this third object invading her were it had no business being, wiggling around, giving her a strange sensation that wasn't yet good or bad but could be either. 

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," she was trying to say, but the guy in her mouth had put his hands around her head, fingers laced together at the base of her skull and was pumping into her like he was fucking a hole in a cantaloupe. She didn't think she could deep throat, but there it was. His cock could get no deeper, her nose mashed against his pubic bone once a second. It must have been the way her hair was pulling her head all the way up and the force of his thrusts.

The gagging was constant. She sucked air when she could and gagged when she couldn't. Her discomfort was completely immaterial to them. 

It occurred to Jenny that she was getting well and truly fucked. This particular definition of the word encompassed helplessness, abuse and humiliation. She was an object, a soft, warm, wet bag to be pierced and squirted in. Worse still was she was about to come. 

The guy in back said, "Oh fuck, oh fuck. I'm going to come." Through her gagging and choking she thought she heard the guy fucking her face say something similar. 

The slut inside her felt it loom over her and when the cock in her pussy went still and started pulsating deep inside and the thumb in her ass bent and pushed, her own orgasm crashed down. 

Fuck it was huge. But just when it couldn't get more intense she felt the cock in her mouth throb and discharge into her throat. She felt her throat muscles contract as she involuntarily swallowed his semen as he spent himself into her. This simultaneously made her feel like the dirtiest whore in San Francisco and something like affection for him. 

A few moments later the guy behind her unceremoniously pulled out. 

"Jesus fucking Christ. This is a hot one, Phil, you make sure to invite me back next time she needs it. Honey you were fantastic, Jesus!"

Then, with a light slap on her ass, he stripped the condom, threw it in the box, stuffed his dick back in his pants and walked out the door.

The guy she had been blowing gently brought his penis back near her lips, almost withdrawing.

"Shush, shush now honey."

She had been grunting and screaming when she came but now she gently purred with his cock in her mouth.

"Sweetheart, you are one priceless woman. What I would give to make you my own! That was really the most touching experience. Thank you."

She left him inside for a few more moments, giving his nice, thankfully short, cock some gentle sucking, whirling her tongue over its head. She was showing Phil that he might command her but she was still her own woman. 

"Phil, you don't know what you've got here," he said, caressing her hair and her cheek. "Let me know if you need my help during her training."

He likewise tucked back in and left. 

Jenny said, still looking forward, still bent over the beer cases, "Is that it Phil? No more cock to feed me?"

She looked over at him. His face was wet with tears and his green eyes bore into her own. She'd expected to see a surly look on his face and some snide remark come from him. Or maybe him standing with his pants around his ankles, jerking off. But she wasn't ready for tears. She was stunned. 'What could this mean?' she thought. 'What the fuck was he doing crying?'

One after another, the possibilities flashed through her mind. 'Was he crying because he really did have a micro dick and couldn't show it? Was there some accident and he didn't have a dick? Was he crying because what he'd seen moved his perverted heart to tears at the beauty of watching her get gang banged?'

"Why the fuck are you crying?"

"Shut up," he said, moving closer. "Stand up," his voice was harsh.

She stood.

He shoved away the single case of beer. "Bend over," he commanded.

She hesitated.

"Bend the fuck over," he yelled.

His rage was terrifying as was the look of murder in his powerful eyes. She put her forearms on the cases, letting them take her weight. 

He bent down and hoisted her up so that her stomach lay flat, her ass exposed.

"This!" 'SMACK!' "Is for your insolence." The impact of his hand on her soft skin, full blows with nothing held back, sounded like a firecracker in the small dirty room. "And this..." 'SMACK!' "Is for coming without permission." 

The impact of his hand seared her skin. She bawled like a baby, screams interrupting her crying with each blow. 

"And this," 'SMACK!' "Is for sucking his cock without a condom and telling me to Shut..." 'SMACK!' "The..." 'SMACK!' "Fuck..." 'SMACK!' "Up." 

She felt each massive blow like a steam hammer driving in a pier piling but the humiliation she felt deeper within and it hurt most of all.

Her self-respect was completely gone. Not that she had much before the slapping started. She tossed away the last shred of dignity when she started genuinely enjoying the rough fucking she got from three abusive strangers. Hell she'd sucked that guy's dick like it was the last one she'd ever see.

But seeing the tears in Phil's beautiful eyes broke something within her. She still didn't understand why he had cried but she knew it had something to do with her as a person. It dawned on her then that maybe those were tears of sympathy or regret? She didn't have personal experience with those emotions but she'd heard of them before.

"Do you want more slut? The bartender would like to fuck you next and there's a fat lesbian that hangs out here... she's probably in by now."

"No. No... please no more," she whimpered, her fear evident, giving lie to her banter. 

Jenny was more confused than she had ever been in her life. Her waking hours were a horribly real ride through a theme park haunted house. Just when she thought she had a handle on things something jumped out of nowhere to upset her perception. 

She was at her wits end. Her mind was overloaded with all the ugly truths she'd discovered, the abuse she received, the feelings of self-loathing and her self-image as a whore totally confirmed by her recent performance. And now the tears in her tormenter's eyes. Her confused mind did the only thing it could think of. It took refuge in tears and she started bellowing they could hear outside.

Phil dressed her as she continued to cry and snivel and practically dragged her through the bar, stumbling in a daze past the stools, past the pool tables, past the three men who'd fucked her.



From Jenny to Mei Ch. 03



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*****

Phil pushed Jenny through the door of the sleazy bar and into the mid-afternoon sunlight. The brightness hurt her still weeping eyes as Phil waved over a taxi.

They didn't speak, Jenny just cried quietly as the taxi made its way through the crummy part of East Oakland, which was most of it. 

He'd slid close, one arm around her, pushing her head to his shoulder as her weeping transitioned to whimpering. He'd been stroking her hair, whispering quieting words to her in a continual stream since they got in together. 

"That's it Jenny." "It's ok." "You'll be ok," and the like.

At one point she said, "My work, I'll be fired." Phil assured her that he took care of it, not explaining further. 

The cab stopped in front of what looked like an abandoned hardware store, the large first floor windows covered in bars and graffiti sprayed plywood. A chain held the front doors closed. 

Phil paid the fare and helped Jenny out of the cab. They walked a few feet to a side door and Phil got out some keys. 

"Welcome to my place," he said, without feeling, leaning her against the building. 

Jenny was tired beyond conversation. 

Once inside they walked up two flights of concrete steps to another door. Phil punched in codes on a keypad and unlocked dead bolts. He swung the heavy steal door open and gently pushed Jenny forward. 

She wasn't in the mood to be impressed with interior design but she was. She stood in a very large room, partitioned by low walls and furniture into several distinct spaces. To her left, at the front of the building, was a wall of glass blocks behind a living area with two brown leather couches, a matching arm chair and a coffee table. Abutting it was a dining area. To the right of that a kitchen, further to the right was a wall and a hallway. At the end of the wall shared with the stairwell they'd just come up was what looked like a workspace with computers. Just in front of her was a sort of shop area with benches, a stool and a row of parts cabinets like in an old Taiwanese apothecary's shop. 

"What's this place?" she said wearily.

"This is my home and my office. My dad was a failed real-estate investor and this was one of the few properties he owned outright."

He walked her over toward the front of the building, sat her on a couch and covered her lap with a tan throw that had been draped over the back.

'Is this cashmere?' she wondered.

"Would you like something to eat?"

"Um..." she had difficulty thinking.

"I'll make you a sandwich and some tea."

"Ok," she said languidly.

'Nice place,' she sort of intuited rather than thought. 

The sounds of a plate on stone and various clinking and clanking reached her while he made food in the kitchen. She didn't pay attention.

'Why is he being nice to me now?'

She looked around. A soft glow was coming from the wall of glass blocks that gently curved in front of her. It rose to within three feet of the open ceiling of exposed rebar trusses which held up the roof. It nearly touched both walls and had large houseplants on low square wooden tables in the recesses of the curves. 

There was a coffee colored rug under the thick black wooden coffee table at her knees. 

He returned with a plate, a cut sandwich, a pickle spear, and a mug of tea.

"Why did you have those men fuck me?" She took half of the sandwich in her hand.

"To teach you not to disobey me."

"Do you know what a whore I feel like?" She didn't have the strength to slap him or scratch is face.

"Jenny, if this is going to work, you must obey me."

"If what is going to work?"

"Your transformation."

She didn't really have an interest in what he was saying. All of the shit she'd been through was just too much. She couldn't listen to more of his bullshit.

"Yeah... well listen. Perhaps you could give me some warning next time. I don't have a problem, per se, with multiple men, not even if it's a little rough but I pick my men. And anyway I wasn't expecting it and it scared the shit out of me at first. And I didn't like the abuse."

"You don't pick anything and you'd better get used to it."

"So. You going to have me gang fucked on a regular basis?"

"No. You've learned your lesson I think. You won't forget so quickly next time and I don't like having to do that to you. It's the abuse you'll have to get used to."

"I don't want to be abused."

"But... "

She interrupted him, "I deserve it right?"

"Yes. You've got a great debt to repay and you'll have to repay it with humiliation."

"Do you have any idea how fucked up that sounds?"

"Do you have any idea how fucked up you are, Jenny?"

"Yes."

Her tears began again as she took another bite.

He sat closer to her and began again to stroke her hair and console her.

She pushed his hand away from her face as he brushed away a few hairs that had matted against her wet cheek. Jenny turned toward him with red eyes.

"Don't touch me," she said, "what is wrong with you? How can you have me brutally abused one hour and stroke me and talk to me like that the next?

"I..."

"You're a monster."

"I'm not a monster," he said. "I guarantee you that at the end of six months you will be more appreciative of what I am doing for you than you have ever been. And I'll go further. I'll let you turn me in and send me back to jail if I fail you."

"You are fucking insane."

"Jenny, I am letting you talk like that because of what you went through today, but I won't take it much longer."

She didn't answer. She was too tired to endure any more crap.

"Believe it or not, I don't like disciplining you. I'll be much happier when you anticipate and I don't have to order you around. It's too much like work."

Again, too much bullshit to process at the moment. What could she believe?

She finished her sandwich, which was unbelievably good, ate the pickle, which was awesome and drank a few sips of tea.

Phil had wandered off. She half heard some sounds like plates being loaded into a dishwasher and water running.

"I've run a bath for you," he said, when he returned to her side.

She took his hand and stood from the couch. A bath did sound good, to be clean again sounded like holy salvation, too good to believe. As dirty as she felt cleanliness was a fantasy. 

In the bathroom, he stood before her and gently removed her blouse and bra, placing them on a folded towel that was on a chair. She vaguely thought, 'Who has a chair in their bathroom?' Then it dawned on her that this was no ordinary bathroom. It looked like it belonged in a high end hotel but much, much larger. She looked around at the expensive looking tile and dark woods. 

He moved behind her and unzipped her skirt. She let it fall, stepped out of it and removed her panties by herself.

She figured she'd get on her knees before he commanded her to, at least it was a small act of will rather than following his orders. She sank to her knees.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I figured that since I talked back to you back there you'd be punishing me again. I was just getting ready."

"Get up. Please." The please had been a mistake. Phil could not afford to apologize, not so early. "Get in the tub."

"I'm too much of a whore even for you?" she said, with the most miserable and dejected tone of voice he'd ever heard. She was about to start crying again but just swallowed the rejection and let it join the stack of misery within her.

She slipped into the old fashioned ceramic tub, the kind you see on Pinterest. The warm water, with a scent of roses or lilac or something, was heaven, until the water touched her ass.

"Ouch," she said, "Did you have to hit me so hard?"

"Just slide in slowly," he said, knelling by the tub. "But stand there for a minute."

He brought his hand to the small of her back and began to very gently play his fingers over the flesh of her buttocks. As much as she hated Phil and what he was doing to her life, the feeling of his fingertips on her sore skin was l like a soothing balm. It was gentle and cool and contrasted so wonderfully with the pain that, despite her will, she thoroughly enjoyed it.

He laid his forehead on his forearm which rested on the edge of the tub and stroked her flesh unseen. He continued for a minute or two and then wetted his hand and cupped her buttocks with his palm, making her ready for the warm water. After a few more moments he told her to slide in.

She did, and the water burned regardless of the preparation, even though the water was little more than tepid. Thankfully the pain dissipated quickly.

It occurred to her that she had no feelings of self-consciousness at her nakedness with Phil. In the shit hole bar or here in his bathroom. She wondered why. She was proud of her body until last night's revelation that all of her pride was a lie. Pride was now a burden. 

There was no room for two in the tub.

Phil got to his feet and went to a cabinet by the white pillar basin. He returned a moment later and knelt behind her.

"Lean forward."

Jenny lent forward, holding her knees to her chest.

He uncorked the bottle, drizzled oil on his hands to warm it, then placed them on the back of her neck, leaving them in place for half a minute. 

It felt good. It felt so warm. 

He worked the muscles of her neck firmly and very slowly.

She'd always loved a massage.

He took a long time on her neck, doing a thorough, proper job. He put his left hand on her shoulder and set her chin resting on his forearm to relax her neck muscles. Then he pinched her cervical spine and ran his thumb and finger to the base of her skull and back down to her shoulders. 

When he finished he began to knead her trapezius muscles above her shoulders. Smiling when she moaned in pleasure at the release of tension.

These areas completed he stood, moved to the tap and let warmer water pour into the tub. It soon cascaded over the sides. He knelt again, despite soaking his clothes, and took her arm out of the tub. He massaged her shoulder with more oil and down her bi and triceps, to her forearm. He spent a great deal of time on her small hands, her head now leaned against a rolled towel at the back of the tub.

Jenny wasn't thinking at this point. She just let go. Before relinquishing thought, one question occurred to her. 'Why is this bastard giving me the best massage of my life?' She knew it had something to do with his tears. He was working off guilt, she supposed.

The feeling of his hands on hers made what would have been an unwelcome connection if she still had the power of thought. But her quiet mind basked in the sensation as the delicate muscles felt the firm pressure of his fingers and went slack.

He finished her left side, turned off the tap, the tub now pleasantly warm, and began her right arm. He took the same twenty minutes on this side as the other.

She lay, legs outstretched, head back, mouth open, jaw slack. Her breasts buoyant in the water, a fine sheen of oil on it's surface.

He stepped away, pants legs stuck to his calves, sneakers sloshing as he walked over to the cabinet and got a small bottle and jar along with a washcloth. Without a word he dipped the cloth in the water and began to tenderly wipe her face.

She licked her lips but otherwise didn't stir.

He broke the plastic seal on the jar and daubed a bit of the white cream with the cloth and began to apply it in circular motions along her forehead, on her cheeks and her chin. He rinsed the cloth and did it a second time, telling her not to open her eyes as he lightly cleansed her eyelids. He rinsed her face by wetting the cloth and squeezing out the water over her skin.

Jenny was floating in a blissful place. She so needed someone to care for her right now. Someone to take away all those feelings of guilt and self-loathing. It didn't occur to her that the one caring for her so tenderly was the motherfucker doing this to her. But to just forget was so... nice. And she did forget. She forgot about Phil, forgot about everything while she was drained in the tub and for the first time in her life, she didn't feel it was just her due.

He opened the other bottle and began to work the unctuous lotion in with his fingers. Her temples were his first target. Round and round his thumbs pressed the small socket in firm, confident motions. Then her cheekbones, chin, bridge of the nose and finishing with her brow and forehead.

After rinsing his hands, he began to massage her scalp, pressing each fingertip with equal pressure, making small circles that wandered over her head and returned to start again. 

She figured she'd slid in and out of wakefulness a few times during the scalp massage, but didn't care if she died and was resuscitated. 

Lastly, he got some shampoo and washed her hair. Not once but twice. With his soapy hands he again massaged her neck as her head was supported by the tub rim and her muscles completely slack. 

He left the bathroom for a moment and returned with a plastic quart tub, the kind you get with your take out soup from a Chinese restaurant. He filled it from the tap and rinsed her hair again and again, far more often then required to dispel the shampoo.

Having no more he could do while she was in the tub, he pulled the stopper by the chain and held a limp hand and pulled slightly.

She came to, not quite sure where she was but she had the strength to sit up and come to a crouch. He helped her over the side, let her balance her ass on the tub rim and began to towel her off.

Her eyes were half shut. She looked and felt drugged.

He got her to her feet, just, and lifted her arm over his shoulders. He hoisted her up, slipped an arm under her knees and with no difficulty, carried her out and down the hallway to his bed. A trail of water marked their path. 

He covered her with his sheet and blanket and turned to grab the sweats he wore around the house and left for the bathroom. He returned to find her eyes open, just slits but she could see him and started speaking.

"Don't. Just turn over."

"Yes, sir," she whispered.

He grinned. Not because of the words, but because of the way she said them. Sort of playful almost, with a hint of the smart ass.

It took great effort just to roll over but she did and he crept up on the bed and brought a bottle of oil with him. Over the next three quarter hour he massaged her back half with skill, warmth and genuine caring. But it was nearly all wasted on Jenny, who slid into a death like insensibility when he began rubbing her feet.

She stirred, slightly, as he lovingly kneaded her lower back but otherwise was exiled to blissful unconsciousness.

##########

It was about 8:30 at night when she regained consciousness. She drifted awake slowly, rising out of a dreamless sleep, more refreshed than she'd felt in years. She vaguely remembered the bath and massage, the brutal fucking, at first thinking it might have been months ago. 

She opened her eyes to find Phil in a chair reading. There was apple cider and an orange on the night stand. 

"How are you feeling?"

With the rest and returning energy her old sense of outrage returned.

"Do you care?" She considered adding, 'you sick fuck', but decided it probably wasn't wise. 

"I care very much."

This brought to mind the tears and the massage. She felt those facts were incredibly important but she didn't know why. 

"Why?" Her tone changed. "Why do you care and if you did, why did you let that... why did you make that happen?"

"I don't like repeating myself but I guess the past couple of days have been traumatic for you. So I'll repeat for you. 

"You are in training to be my servant. Slave if you prefer, and in order for you to be good at it I'll need to strip away layers of your personality."

"I don't want that."

"The alcoholic doesn't want to leave his bottle either."

"So? What does that have to do with me?"

"It's an analogy. You know it, so stop playing. You, like the alcoholic, have a dependancy. You need to exercise the power you body gives you. To treat people like shit, men specifically, but everyone in general. You do this to feel good about yourself, and that is sick. You've grown dependent on that mechanism to maintain your sense of self-worth."

"What bullshit."

He continued, "But it's worse for you because an alcoholic has a physical dependency and if he just stops drinking for a while then he's better able to deal with the psychological part and has a chance to change. You... Your problems are all psychological and the only way you are going to see what a bitch you are, and change, is for you to be stripped of your arrogance and forced to see who you really are."

"So who am I?" a challenge, not a question.

"You are simply a young woman. Nothing more than that. You've built up everything that you think you are on false assumptions. The primary one is that because you are pretty you're better than other people. On top of that you've built other assumptions, that you deserve an easier life than others, and that people are there to make you feel good, or do unpleasant things for you.

"I read how you made kids do your homework, and give you money, and their cars for the weekend. And you were proud of it. You thought you were clever but you just weakened yourself and made yourself more corrupt each time you used someone."

She really wished he didn't have her whole history. She wished she hadn't shared so much of her past with those online 'friends' but she figured she was completely anonymous. She wouldn't make that mistake again.

"All that taking and no giving has made you a filthy bitch."

"Just tell me how you really feel. No need to hold back."

"You notice that I don't sound angry?"

In fact she had noticed and it made the insult worse. 

"I'm not trying to hurt your feelings. It's just an assessment of your state."

"Thanks," spoken ironically. 

"You learned that you could use your body as a tool and you gave in to the temptation to cruelty and found you liked it."

She knew he was right and the way he saw into her frightened and angered her. 

"You twisted sex into a tool and when you got bored, you used it as a way to punish men."

'Who the fuck was this guy?' The bitch of it was that it was all true. As he made each statement the truth of it caught her like a fist on the chin. How could he know things about her that she only realized were true after he said them? As they came out she agreed, considering them for the first time.

"So, if I'm so horrible, why are you doing this? Why take the time?"

"Have you ever seen that old movie Pygmalion?"

"No."

"It's about a professor who tests some ideas on a girl that sells flowers on the street."

"Porn?"

He laughed but continued. "She was a lower class girl from East London with a terrible cockney accent. He trained her to speak proper English and she ended up speaking like royalty."

"So that's your plan? Transform me into your princess?"

"Something like that."

"Your crazy," she said, then immediately retreated, "Sorry... I think you're crazy. Sir. You can't just strip someone's personality like it's old paint."

"You'd be surprised what humiliation and a whip can do."

She waved her hands nonchalantly like shooing a fly but the word 'whip' frightened her. "I don't need my personality stripped."

"Yes. Yes you do. Tell me, what about you is most endearing, what are you most proud of?"

"My body. I guess."

"That is really pathetic. How can you make your self-worth about your body?"

"Isn't that what society values most in a woman?"

"And you think society has got that right?"




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 03



"Listen, it works for me."

"So what are you going to do when you age and are no longer attractive?"

"I'll be married with kids by then."

"Let's try again. What about your personality are you most proud of?"

She thought, remembered last night, staring into the hole at the center of her being and seeing nothing. Instead of saying, 'I have no redeeming qualities,' she hunted for a lie, but none occurred to her.

"You can't say, 'I care about the weak and the ill'. You can't say, 'I love children'. You can't say, 'I've got a bubbly personality and people like to be near me.'"

"So what can you say?" she retorted. 

"Not yet. Don't deflect or I'll spank you."

To Jenny, that wasn't desirable at the moment.

"My point is you have nothing to be proud of. You've lived your life like a completely selfish bitch and have given nothing to anyone. At least not that I've seen. Have you?"

"No."

"So, what we need to do is delaminate all your shitty layers and replace them with kindness, thoughtfulness and dedication to serving others."

She rolled her eyes, but inside felt a rising from somewhere very deep and neglected.

"Goodness is an attitude and a habit. Just like selfishness and being a cunt. Jenny, listen. Yesterday I saw you and you were nice, for the first time in a long time. Didn't it feel good?"

As she was answering, he stopped her. "Just a warning Jenny. If you lie right now I'm going to get my belt and whip your ass red."

She believed him. Any man that would stand by and watch his friends brutally fuck her for an hour would have no problem whipping her with a belt. And she figured he'd know a lie if he heard it. Anyway, she so wanted to have someone to trust, to talk to about all this, about last night. 'But how could it be him?'

She decided the truth would be safest, at least for now.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, sir."

"No... elaborate."

"Don't you find it ironic that a... May I speak freely without being whipped?"

"Yes."

"That an evil motherfucker like you is trying to turn me into goodie two shoes?"

"You think I'm evil because I am taking your bottle away from you?"

"Huh?"

"It's the alcoholic analogy. Remember?"

"Oh... ."

"You want nothing more than your life back the way it was. Because it was what you knew and what was comfortable. You liked being a slut and a bitch and you're pissed because I'm threatening that. So tell me... did it feel good?"

She looked into those unfortunately handsome green eyes defiantly. "Yes. It felt good."

"More."

"May I curse?"

"Yes, once."

"Yes. It felt good. Asshole!"

He laughed. "Do that again Jenny and you will regret abusing my patience."

She raised her voice, "It felt good to be nice because... because I could see that people liked me and not for my tits and the chance to chat me up and maybe end up fucking me. Ok?"

"Good Jenny. That was very good. That's how I want you to talk with me, with honesty."

She felt she was starting to well up. His praise was so beguiling. A lie, no doubt but it felt like a massage for her insides. The manipulative motherfucker was good at this.

"You've figured out I'm not an honest person, right. That I lie every chance I get if there is something I want."

"Yes."

"And that back in the clinic, the reason I didn't lie to you was I didn't want anything from you. That's why you are doing this."

"Hmm... that's good... that's a very sound theory, but no."

"Then why are you doing this?"

"Call it community service."

"Fu..." she caught herself and changed gears. "So you think this will work? Beating the bitch out of me?"

"Yes. Like I said, humiliation is a powerful solvent."

"Last night," she began without really knowing what she was doing, the words just coming from her. "When I was masturbating, I figured you'd be fucking me soon so I though I'd get mentally prepared, and I heard you say awful things to me and ..." She was about to confess that it turned her on so much that she came like never before, but stopped just in time. "... when I came I had this fucking vision or something." She raised her knees under the sheets, covered her face with her hands and began to weep. Through the sobs she continued, "I saw what a horrible bitch I really am and what a whore I am and it was like I was this stinking ugly thing, not even a woman just this pile of shit and I hated myself." The sobs took over.

He let her cry, waiting.

"I just... I've never felt so bad in my life since meeting you. I am so goddamn bad and everything you said is true. No one can love me and that's why I never wanted anyone to start because I knew they would find out what a terrible bitch I am and..."

He reached out a hand and began to stroke her forearm and she pulled away. Not angrily, just not wanting the touch. Not deserving the touch.

"So now look at me. No one loves me and no one really likes me. And I'm held hostage by this creep who is destroying my life and knows what a filthy whore I am and has his friends fuck me in a utility room but won't dare fuck me himself because I'm such a goddamn dirty whore."

She cried for minutes and he hated it. He wanted to say, 'Good, that's progress' but thought better of it. He moved off the bed and over to her side, kneeling. He placed his hands on her shoulder.

"Why did you massage me? You motherfucker!" she screamed. "Why did you fucking cry when they fucked me like that!"

He moved closer, leaning in towards her, lifting one foot to the floor to raise himself. She backed away, hardly seeing him her eyes so full of tears. She sensed and feared what she thought he was going to do.

She pleaded, "Why?" looking into those eyes, those mesmerizing green eyes.

He brought his lips to hers, laying them gently against her tear wetted lips. She hated him for one last moment, with all her quickly evaporating will, but Mei could not resist. Lips together, her tears ran unchecked and she pressed back against him, feeling another break inside her.

Slowly, her arms wrapped around his neck. She pulled him tight and spread her lips for him and let him close off the world.

##########

They made love without the need for sex. Mouths and hands were the only instruments they used. For ten minutes she moaned, caressed his hair and touched him through his clothing. Occasionally she fought the urge to laugh in confusion. 

His kisses enveloped her, pressed on her. His fingers danced over her face and combed her hair. His eyes were warm with the transfer of emotion.

She dug into his mouth with her tongue, searching for more, pulling his head into her with her hand to his neck. She needed. She wasn't quite sure what it was that she needed but felt he was giving it to her and she was impatient for more. 

Oddly, she didn't think of sex. Kissing had always been a warm up. Something to get her wet if the guy was good at it and something to be skipped if he wasn't. But now sex was superfluous. This new emotion was enough for the moment. 

Over the next hour she opened to him in a way she'd never done. She confessed without regard to dignity. The revelations made her heart bleed but they drained her of the guilt she didn't know was was there. 

She told the stories of how she learned to use men for all the good things in her life and how it was so easy. She poured out the contents of her putrid soul and he absolved her with silent caresses of her hair. When they were done and she dried her tears and had emptied his box of tissues she was exhausted but felt better.

"Why did you cry," she asked, this time out of curiosity and concern.

"Because something beautiful was being broken."

That set off a new round of tears, cleansing tears, each one making her lighter and lighter. 

She was so emotionally distraught at finding herself so moved by the man destroying her that she didn't know to laugh or cry, so she did both. 

'How fucked up is this?' she thought. 'I've never felt this way before and it took this motherfucking blackmailing son of a bitch to make it happen.'

A horrible thought occurred to her, 'I don't even deserve him.'

##########

When she got it together he went to make her another sandwich and get a cold glass of juice. She put on the short black robe he had for her. A nice silk robe and she thought, 'I'm not the only whore that's been here.'

She used the bathroom but was too tired to look around the apartment with fresh eyes, so she went back to the bedroom. 

It was a big space, nicely furnished, masculine and clean. That and the big soft bed was all she noticed. 

He returned with a smile on his face, looking very pleased, like he was happy he that she had finally broken and in a way she was too. She still felt like a slut, just not such a horrible slut any longer and she could feel the start of something new within her. It was uncomfortable and a bit frightening, like being at the departure lounge on your first international flight. 

"Do you need to talk more?" he said, putting the plate and glass on the night stand. 

"I'm so confused," she said "I don't know up from down."

She ate the pickle first. Cold, salty, crisp. The glands below her tongue effused saliva. It was the best goddamn pickle ever.

"What did you tell my work?" She winced as she said it, a thrust of garlic essence hitting her sinuses.

"That you got a call that your mother had been in an accident."

"Who did you say you were?"

"Your mother's boyfriend?"

"Did they buy it?"

"No, but you can tell them on Monday that your mother likes younger men."

She took the first bite of the sandwich, a BLT which was even better than the one this afternoon.

"So who's robe is this?"

"What?"

"Who's robe?" She pinched and lifted the shoulder.

"Yours."

"Who's was it before?"

He understood. "I bought it new." Jealously wasn't a big step from selfishness but it was a step. 

She thought while she ate. 

"So this is the Stockholm syndrome thing I guess."

"Maybe a bit but don't worry about it. You'll bounce between adoring me and loathing me."

"I wasn't talking about me. I meant you. You're acting like a love sick kidnapper."

"Your not kidnapped."

"I know, I can walk out and you'll convince the cops I'm a serial killer."

"No. You can go home if you want."

"I don't. I should flee but I don't want to be alone. I still don't like you, ok. I'm still pissed that you're tormenting me but for some fucking odd reason, I feel comfortable right now and I need, like, twelve hours of shit not happening to me."

"Stay as long as you wish."

"So tell me about the training. Do I have to wear a dog collar and call you 'master'?"

His eyes widened, "That reminds me." He bolted up and left the room.

"I was just kidding!" she yelled after him.

It was in a black box with a fancy textured finish like snakeskin. He handed it to her without a word.

"What is it?" she was beaming against her will.

"Open it."

"You're kidding. I was fucking joking." She had a look of astounded bemusement which transformed into a small mischievous smile. "It's a goddamn dog collar."

She took out the one inch leather ring with stainless steal things on it. The buckle and two rings and studs. The leather was thick and smelled of... leather. New leather.

Her eyes said, 'No way' and 'Yes, please' at the same time.

"You expect me to wear this?"

"You will wear it."

Then she noticed the name plate under her thumb. She figured it would say, 'fido' or something but when she looked closer it said 黃美春 (Huáng Měi Chūn). That's when the tears started again.

On and on they rolled from her eyes until he started worrying. She sobbed like he was performing open heart surgery on her, squeezing the muscle flat and pulling it out of her. 'Fuck it hurt to have him be so nice.'

"How did you..." she feverishly wiped at her eyes with the back of her palms. "...know what my name was?"

"I did some digging."

"That is so goddamn sweet. Fuck!" More sobbing.

"Sailors don't cuss like you."

"Yeah." More wiping.

"I'm going to call you Mei Chun because that's who you are inside. The girl your parents loved when you were new."

"No one has called me that since I was nine. Not even my mother," she sniffled and he dug out some more tissues from the night stand drawer. "She figured we were going to be American so she made a clean break with China." She stuffed a lock of hair behind her ear. "It's really nice that you did that but..." sniffle, "... I don't want to be a dog."

"It's a symbol."

"I don't want to be a symbolic dog."

"It symbolizes your submission."

"Eh... part of the training?"

"Yes. Put it on. You'll find it's not uncomfortable."

She opened the clasp, a few drops still falling from her chin to the sheet over her knees, and kept her eyes on his, because, after all, he did go to a lot of trouble. He might as well get some gratification. She wrapped it around her neck and turned her hips so her back faced him and let him cinch it together.

She was thinking, while he did, that it really wasn't uncomfortable and if he got a kick out of seeing her around his apartment with this on it was ok. Kind of a fashion accessory.

That made two things he'd bought for her, the robe and the collar. 'Hmm,' she wondered 'what else has he gotten for me?'

"Stand up."

She stood, retied the robe and looked at him.

He was beaming. 

She spun slowly, reaching back to lift her hair. Seeing the grin on his face, she said, "Philip, you're one sick bastard."

She never called him Phil again. 

"Let's go. I'll show you the place."

##########

He led her on a tour of the loft, telling her about his father and his failed dreams.

She was impressed. It was a bit like an apartment she'd been to for a party on the other side of the bay, but much bigger, much more elegantly furnished. She noticed there were no windows. 

Apparently Philip had money and she saw that he had masculine tastes. The ambiance that surrounded her was one that spoke in a confident voice. The colors, browns, blacks and earth tones; the furniture solid and simple. The lighting was soft and indirect, but area lighting from small floods in the ceiling shone tight beams of light on a book case, the kitchen counters and his work area. 

When he showed her his work space, she pointed to his computer. "Is that where you fuck up my life?" She didn't sound completely bitter, mostly curious.

"Yeah," was his answer. 

"Do you fuck up many peoples lives?"

"Nope, just yours."

She felt a strange sensation undulate around her, and realized with a shock that it was pride. Like a wave, it lifted her and set her down like a rowboat raised by the wake of a supertanker. 

"In fact, I spend most of my time making sure that no one fucks up my client's lives."

"What do you do?"

"I'm a consultant to defense contractors and electrical utilities mostly. I design defenses against hackers and run mock attacks against their systems."

"But you went to jail."

"Yeah, and companies started recruiting me before I was convicted. Minimum security prison is like a fucking job fair for IT criminals."

They looked over the kitchen and he started to explain things like she was his new roommate. She asked questions like she needed to know. How the cappuccino machine worked, where the dishwashing detergent was, that kind of thing. 

She got a glass of lemonade while he walked over to the couch. It was awesome fresh lemonade with bits of pulp and it made her mouth pucker. On her way over she impulsively slipped the robe off and draped it over a stool. She put the glass on the coffee table and sat down. "I figure you should get the full effect of the collar."

"Coaster," he said. 

She got up, put one knee next to his, reached for a coaster from the table behind him, her breast four inches from his face. 

"It took me two hours to pick the right one," he said, staring into the most beautiful, soft, well formed breast God had ever created. "It looks good on you."

She tossed the coaster on the table, near the glass, then sat back in the arm chair with her legs tucked under her, back straight, breasts out, nipples firm if not rock hard. Her ass still hurt from his spanking hours ago. 

'My god, she is perfect,' he thought, 'the Platonic ideal of woman.' His breathing caught still for a moment.

She ran her fingers over the top edge of the collar from ear to ear, exploring those eyes of his and imagining him browsing some BDSM outfitter's isles for just the right collar, then taking it somewhere for the engraving. 

Phil knew taking off the robe was her reaching for a familiar tool to get back in control and he wasn't going to fall for it. Nevertheless his autonomic nerves did and his penis began to firm. 

"Your name means 'beautiful spring'." He disregarded her nakedness as best he could and placed her drink on the coaster.

She knew he was intentionally ignoring her, looking into her eyes and not at her body. 'He'll break when he sees my trim little bush and my hips. They all do,' she thought. 

She stood, took one step forward and placed her feet shoulder width apart. She threw in a twist of her hair around her finger at the nape of her neck for good measure. 

"Mei Chun is a statement of hope. Like the word 'baby'. All potential with the disappointments of parenthood pushed far into the future."

She stepped closer. 

"Kneel." He said firmly. 

'Hmmm, it's working,' she thought. But as she did, she noticed he didn't stand and reach for his belt like in he was supposed to in the script. Instead, he leaned forward on the couch, elbows on knees and slowly reached out for the steal loops on either side of her collar. His eyes were like green gibbous moons. 

"Tonight is a kind of intermettzo between stages of your training," he jerked her forwarded, bringing her face kissing distance from his.

'What's an intermettzo?' she wondered. Her heart beat in her ears, excitement and fear throbbing her lobes.

He spoke firmly, yet without anger, "I am aware of your delicate state right now. So I won't be as harsh as I will later. But if you act like a fucking filthy whore, I'll treat you like a filthy whore and fuck you like a filthy whore."

He let go, sitting back in the couch. "Is that what you want?"

'Yes, goddamn yes,' that was what she wanted. 'But no, fuck no,' she wanted to be the clean lovely princess he promised her. She was tired of crying, tired of being bounced around in an emotional clothes dryer. 

"Really," she looked at him. "Right now I'm so convinced I'm a filthy whore that getting fucked like one sounds pretty good to tell you the truth."

He didn't reply. 

"You do want the truth right?"

"Yes,"

"I knew you'd say that. I really suck at the truth." She swirled some hair out of her eyes and sat on the floor, Indian style.

"I'm horny wearing this thing."

"Go on. There is more isn't there?"

"A part of me wants you to fuck me like a crack whore. To beat me black and blue and pull my hair out. To step on my face and call me the worst things your sick mind can come up with and leave me crying on the sidewalk outside." She moved her hair with a finger. "It's a small part... ok. Not a wish but more like an expectation."

She shook her hair, brushed a crumb from under her kneecap.

"I told you about last night but I didn't tell you how turned on I got thinking about you fucking me and insulting me. I don't know why and it just makes me feel like more of a pervert. I mean, like, you wouldn't believe how wet I got and how fucking hard I came. Now it's happening again and I don't understand it. I hate myself as a whore but I'm so turned on being a whore. 

"I want to run away and live in the Urals so I never have to see you again and I want to suck your cock and the thought of swallowing your cum doesn't disgust me."




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 03



"Like you did for Steven?"

"Was that his name?"

"Why did you do that?"

"I'm not sure. I got confused because he seemed to be treating me nice and said nice things and it was a way to say 'fuck you' to you and the guy fucking me and slapping my ass. That, and I enjoyed it. I never let a guy abuse me like that and I'm so fucked up right now I confused it for kindness."

She played with the collar some more.

"I told you, up is down and down is up. Can you explain any of this?"

"But you don't like giving head. At least that's what you wrote to your friends."

"I only did it when I needed extra leverage. Explain what's happening to me."

"Do you need an orgasm?"

"Really!" she squealed. 

"You deserve it. You've come a long way in just a couple of days." He repositioned and sat up straight, buttocks on the edge of the couch. 

She got up, moved over to him, spread her thighs and straddled his knees and sat her thighs on his. Her pussy spread, the thick lips parting. 

"Don't fuck with my head please." She held his hands, looking fragile. "I don't think I can take it."

He didn't mention that that was the whole point. She was ready for the next break and he'd give her what she needed and endure the crying. Despite his aversion to inflicting pain. 

She put her arms around his neck and felt his cool fingers gently press on her pussy. 

"Don't come until I tell you."

"I can't control that. I just come when I come. You might as well tell me not to sneeze and then blow pepper in my face."

"You'll learn to control it or you won't get any. It's part of your training. I'll teach you."

"Whatever, just start rubbing," she said gyrating her hips.

"Don't get pushy."

"Yes master." She looked into those damn eyes of his.

"Mei Chun."

"Mmmm... I like hearing it again."

"Your going to be so good when we're done." He left his right hand, upturned on her crotch, letting her glaze his fingers.

"Mmmm."

"You'll be like a new flower, fresh and clean." 

"All new," she echoed. But he might as well have said he'd teach her to breathe underwater. Still, it sounded nice. 

"Yes." His left hand was on her right hip, thumb pressed against the bone. She slowly began to rock her pelvis forward and back, coating the whole length of his fingers and the top of his motionless palm.

"All the shit that covers you now will be gone. All your sins forgiven, the filth forgotten." His touch was very light against her, hardly any pressure at all.

'His fucking eyes were so... '

"You'll be light as a feather."

'... devilish and deep.'

"Happy and carefree."

'He's got a nice voice too, firm and sure.'

"You'll earn salvation." 

The word salvation rang in her head. 'Christ, it was exactly the word.'

"You'll know your purpose."

'Then I won't feel like such a whore.'

"You'll have a reason for living."

"Give me a reason," she whispered. 

"I will."

"Fill me for god's sake. I feel so fucking empty." The tears were just ahead like curtain of rain frozen under a cloud. "Like a hole in the dirt." 

Her tempo began to accelerate. 

"Mei Chun?"

"Just call me Mei when you're fucking me, ok?"

"Right."

"It's more personal." She brought his forehead to her shoulder, her tit brushing his face. "Or call me whore."

Her supple breast was too perfect to ignore. He needed to stay strong, but its power over him strengthened in direct proportion to the cube root of its distance from his nose. He wanted to maneuver her body over him and have her feed it to him. He wanted to hear her moans and encouragement; to hear her mind say, "Here is my breast, nuzzle, take from me. Give me your lust and I will make love out of it and feed it back to you." He wanted to adulate it for eternity. To be blessed by this perfect breast.

"You like my tits, don't you Philip?"

He tore his eyes away, "Never mind. You can come tonight but you have to let me drive." 

"Yeah... right, ok."

He began moving his hand with her hips and put the pad of his middle finger on her anus. "Slow down," he ordered

"Mmmm." Once again he was breaking new ground for her. Her asshole was completely off limits. Never had she allowed a finger or a tongue to even explore there. A couple of guys fucking begged her but it didn't do anything for her, and that was that. 'But with Philip... who knew?' 

The idea of submission started to have a real charm for her. 'Fuck, life isn't going anywhere anyway. Might as well take six months to see what this has to offer.' And, she remembered, she didn't have a choice.

He pressed his palm up very slightly, her clit brushing the heel. It was like a rock hitting a windshield, a spiderweb of electric fissures radiated from the epicenter. The pad of his finger pressed gently.

"Talk," he commanded.

"Huh?"

"Tell me what your thinking. Describe the sensations. All truth and don't hold back." He wetted his finger with the viscous syrup seeping from her.

"All this is so fucking new. I feel abused. I feel idolized. And I hate you. I really fucking hate you. Uhh," a moan popped out of her as his finger returned and pressed hard and she realized he wanted in.

"Yes. You might as well fuck my dirtiest hole. I'm four-fifths to street walking anal fuck whore anyway." She bounced against his finger.

"You're really wet."

"Do you like it?" She instantly sounded cheerful like she was asking if he liked a new sun dress.

"Tell me more."

"I'm so confused. I can't know what's true."

"Explain."

"That massage, you were so goddamn tender. That kissing we did. It was so... really Philip it was... I never... And you kept visiting me at my job. Kept coming back, making an ass of yourself and you didn't mind. When you looked at me today, in the bar... I feel so beneath you. I don't feel like a whore unless I think about you thinking about me."

Another push.

"Oh... Jesus, that's weird." She wasn't the type to explore new experiences. Once she found a shampoo that would do, she didn't look further.

"Do you like it? Being beneath me?"

"It's just what it is."

Another groan and she pulled back and looked in his eyes.

"Your going to stick that fucking thing in me aren't you?"

"In your dirtiest hole."

"Well get on with it."

It was tight but it fit and he left the tip just inside the ring of muscles that kept her anus closed.

"Fucking hell!... Jesus that's weird."

"Keep talking."

"Now I'm worried."

"Yeah?"

"Fuck. I'm going to like that. I know it." She looked back into his eyes. "You're supposed to be cleaning me up, not making me more of a slut. Remember?"

"Yes. However, you are a slut and I have to deal with you as you are. If I were to just dress you up like a nun you wouldn't magically become one. So I have to treat you like the dirty fucking slut you are for a while. When you deserve it."

"That my motivation?"

"Yes and pleasing me."

She wiggled her ass, trying to find a natural home for his finger.

"Talk."

"God that really feels good. What have I been missing? Suck my tit and I'll tell you more."

"Ah... no negotiating. I'll suck your tit when it's ready. Tell me how you hate me."

"I. I," she tried to make a start but feeling his finger burrow slowly inside her took her mind other places. "Well. It's not who you are so much as what you're doing to me."

"I've got you moaning, wiggling your ass on my finger and my palm is pooling with the juice that's practically pouring out of your cunt."

"Yeah, that's not what I mean. You know what I mean. Your either going to destroy me or your going to destroy me... right. Either way I am fucked. That's why I hate you."

He pushed firmly but slowly to the second knuckle.

"That's why you love me."

"I don't love you."

He started cycling his finger, up and back, fucking her ass.

"Talk about it... think it through."

She recognized that she'd been wrong about nearly all the definitive statements she'd made in her own defense over the last few days and he'd always been right. 

"I don't do love."

"Uh huh."

"I don't do love. I don't love anyone except my mama. I never have."

"Uh huh."

"I can't feel it, ok? It just doesn't exist within me. I wouldn't know what it was."

"Right. Ever have a dog?"

"No."

"Of course not."

"Love is for assholes. It's just a trick nature uses to get us to have kids."

"Right. You're not going to fall for it."

"Geez... God that's really different. Wow... I never thought I would like a finger up my ass but it's like burning up my pussy." She rocked her hips into his palm, trying to get more pressure on her clit.

"Stop deflecting."

"Kind of hurt going in, but not in a bad way."

"One more evasion and I twist your nipple till you scream."

'Hmm? An option at least.'

"I don't love you. Oh... wow. I don't love you and I'm not going to. You might be able to beat the bitch out of me but you can't beat love into me."

He was silent, waiting.

"I've never loved a man. That way they couldn't use me. I'm the one that uses men and I like it like that. No complications. Just sex for performance, just a simple transaction. A relationship that can be terminated without any hard feelings."

Talking like this made her feel bad. It was Jenny talking, Mei Chun was absent.

"You don't want me to love you anyway, if you know what's good for you. I eat men like you for breakfast."

"Not men like me," he said, green ice forming in his eyes. "Ever had a date tie your hands a watch you get fucked by three of his pals?"

"Good point."

"Anyway, you're right. You've no idea what love is."

She took offense, realizing at the same moment she didn't know where the anger was coming from.

"Yeah.. ok... well I'm not fucking happy about it ok. Not now."

"You want to feel what it's like?"

"What?"

"What being in love is like?"

'Now that was an interesting question. What would it feel like?' She'd been around the myth of love her whole life... everyone had. Talk of love permeated the culture. Mothers bought brand X and not brand Y fabric softener because they loved their babies. She had friends who claimed to be under the magic spell, they were the ones that cried a lot. 

It was a question a pusher would ask his cocaine customer. 'Want to feel what heroin is like?'

"No."

"Sure? Not even curious?"

"It's a lie. Love is a lie people tell themselves." 

This turn in the conversation was killing her sex buzz.

"Can we talk about this after I come?"

"No."

"Get your finger wet again and tell me I'm a whore or something."

"It's all consuming."

"What is?" but she knew.

"It's a fire in your head."

"It's a lie."

"It's the only truth."

"It's a delusion to give stupid people a meaning to their lives."

"It makes all people equal." 

"It makes all people fools."

"So," he said, withdrawing his finger, removing his hand, wiping it on his pants leg at the side of his knee, and laying back on the couch. "You've no need for it then?"

'Ok... now I've done it,' she realized. He called her. She sort of forgot who she was dealing with for a few moments. 

"Oh shit. Please master. Please. I'm sorry."

He was impassive. 

This was a fork in the road. She could turn left, Jenny's way, and resist, or she could turn right, Mei's way and see what was down there. One way was familiar but cold, lonely, unsatisfying, going nowhere, like going back to her apartment. The other way was dark, scary, unknown and had this aroma of tantalizing promise. If she continued asserting that love had no interest to her, a lie of course, who knew what he would do. No doubt he already saw through Jenny and the lie. If she let Mei talk then she'd look like a fool.

"Oh fuck. You really are a motherfucker aren't you?"

"Never fucked my mother."

"You're going to make me say it aren't you? You won't let me hide."

"You'll never hide anything from me Mei."

"Don't call me that without something of yours inside me."

He stroked her knee, loving the answer, a grin grew on his face.

"I might be curious," she said, adding without a pause, "Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to say that?"

"Yes."

"You have no fucking idea."

"Ok... you're right."

"Are you going to spill your guts to me someday?"

"You'll have to scoop them up with a shovel."

"All right... This'd better be part of the therapy."

"It is. It's an important step."

"Ok," she straightened her spine, "I want to know."

He reached around and spanked her. "More." 

"Ahhh," she yelped. "I want to know what love is all about. I've always wanted to know. I want to care about you."

It was a slip, a mistake, she knew. The truth never worked like it was supposed to. It just got you into trouble. But she hadn't even known it was the truth until after she said it.

In her defense her self control was nearly gone. The automatic filter that was supposed to catch embarrassing admissions wasn't engaging because she was so fucked up in the head. He didn't respond. He just sat there with no look on his face.

"I... I... shit," she'd said too much already.

"More!" he pushed her. 

"I ... I want to love you god dammit!" She slapped him hard across the face.

She trusted him out of desperation. She felt as though she were jumping across a hole in a rope bridge stretched over a deep gorge in the Amazon Rain Forest. Trusting him to grab her and hold her and save her from falling to her death on the rocks below.

Still he was inactive.

She grabbed his head and leaned over fully onto him.

"I want you to love me and I want to love you and I want to feel all that fucking lie. I want to be buried in it, have it run through my veins like blood and I want that fire in my head and surrender. I don't want to be Jenny anymore. I want to be your Mei Chun."

She was crying.

"I want to be that lovely little girl who's heart belongs to a nice guy who loves her and brings her fucking flowers. I want to miss you when you're gone and get up early and fix your fucking breakfast you bastard. I want to hurt inside because you're looking at another girl. I want someone to see what a bitch I am inside and still think I'm worth something."

She pulled his hair to hurt him, pulled back, saw the joy in his eyes, then fell in to kiss him. When she was done, weak with the effort, she whispered, "So fuck me already."

"I love you Mei Chun."

She experienced another wrenching crack within her, like a femur snapping. 'Jesus it's just too fucking much.' She was past her limit and not forty gallons of tears would be enough.

"No... No don't say that!"

She sobbed on him, leaning on him between his legs. 

He noticed his cock was rock hard. Her body shuddered with each sob. But what was pushing the blood into his cock was her honesty and her need. She was completely open. She was as vulnerable as a patient with their skull sawed off. She trusted him. He held her. He felt a desire to protect her which made the task of breaking her seem impossibly difficult. 

He thought about next steps and was going to turn the screw but realized he would cause damage rather than liberation. There would be plenty of time for deconstruction later. She'd had enough.

He picked up her shaking body, took her to the bed room, undressed and cuddled with her until they fell asleep.



From Jenny to Mei Ch. 04



 If you are reading this tale for the first time I would urge you to start at Chapter 1.

Please provide feedback and vote, it makes me happy.

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The alarm on his phone went off at 7:30 and his eyes opened to a profound blackness that matched his mood. He pondered for a moment, wondering where his anger originated. After all, things were going his way. Last night's breakthrough was breathtaking. She had admitted that she wanted to transform, wanted love for the first time in her life. She had said something like she wanted love to course through her veins and feel its fire. She wept spectacularly and they feel into a warm and emotionally satisfied sleep.

So why the anger? Why was he pissed? Perhaps because he was denying himself. He should have fucked her, he though, he'd earned it but knew it was too early. Tonight he would force another break within her and give her a stark choice; become Mei Chun or continue to be the cold hearted Jenny and suffer even greater misery at his hands.

With his course plotted he looked for the courage to be cruel. That was going to be his challenge with Mei Chun. His struggle would be to stay in character and stay focused on his task. 

He wasn't naturally ruthless, quite the reverse. He longed to be kind and tender with her but he'd given in to the temptation already and while it confused her, which was good, he couldn't make it routine. What he had in mind and what she needed required iron discipline on his part, even more so than on hers. He was leading her and she would rely on him. Half measures would be disastrous. A failed course of conditioning like this would only leave an incredibly bitter person more fucked up than at the outset. 

He steeled himself, got up and tore the sheets from the bed.

"Get up," he said, using his gruffest voice. 

She groaned. 

"Get out of bed."

She groaned from within her torpor. 

In fifteen seconds he emptied a half glass of water on her back. She shot bolt upright in the bed.

"You fucking bastard! You goddamn..."

He poured the other half over her hair.

"Get up and shower or I get more water."

"Motherfucker!" She got out of bed in a rage slapping and kicking and he pushed her back on the bed, rolled her on to her face, held her hair and spanked her several smart ones.

"You don't understand yet. I say move and you move."

"What about last night you asshole? You said you loved me."

"So I did."

"You lied to me? You fucking lied to me! You waited until I was most vulnerable and you made me tell you all that then you fucking lied to me." 

She said, slowly and with great pain, "You motherfucker." She cried wounded tears as he turned a left the room.

She showered morosely, occasionally looking at his razor, wondering if she could cut her wrists with a five blade thing like that and deciding that she couldn't.

She went back to the bedroom, didn't find the robe and realized it was still on the stool. Wrapped in the towel she got it from the kitchen and put it on in the bathroom.

He'd cooked breakfast, she remembered wanting to do that for him, then hated herself for being so stupid.

When she sat down on the stool in front on the marble counter, he said, "You are not permitted to make assumptions, Mei Chun."

She stayed silent.

"Speak when you are spoken to," he barked. 

"Yes, sir."

"You are not permitted to make assumptions."

"Yes, sir."

"This morning you assumed that I lied to you."

"Yes, sir."

"Why did you do that?"

"Because you fucking poured water on me."

"Was it acid I poured on you?"

"No sir," she was really saying 'fuck you' and he knew it.

"Why did I pour water on you?"

"Because I didn't get up when you told me to." She started feeling better. His calm way of explaining gave her a bit of hope that she had over reacted.

"That's right. You didn't respond when I told you to and you know that I will punish you for that."

"Yes sir."

"Was it a fitting punishment?"

"May I think about it?"

"For one minute."

She considered. She knew what was expected of her in general terms and she knew his reasoning. He was going to give her no choice but to change and he would use whatever he had to make it happen. Frankly a bit of cold water in the morning was a shock but, considering the treatment yesterday it wasn't really much.

"May I apologize?"

"If it sincere, yes. If you're going to use it as an excuse for snide remarks or a hidden insult than no."

"I am sorry for over reacting. It was just water and I should not have ignored you."

"Good."

She felt better. 

"May I say something in my defense?"

"No. Excuses are not permitted in our arrangement."

"But..."

He looked at her with real anger. She dropped the fork she was playing with. 

There was no more conversation as she ate the fluffiest pancakes of her life.

"Today you have a job."

"It's Saturday."

"So it is. Today you will volunteer at a place for troubled youth downtown. The taxi will be here in," he looked at the clock on the stove, "twenty-minutes."

"Yes sir."

"You'll find clothes in my dresser. Second drawer."

She said, "Yes sir," put the fork down on the empty plate and went to get dressed. 

New jeans and a blue shirt. No panties or bra. 

She came back out holding the collar.

"Will I need this?" She twirled it around her finger by one of the D rings. 

"Not for the kids but that was a smart ass comment and you won't be making those anymore."

"Yes sir." It was another 'fuck you.'

"Be good today. Be oh so good."

"Yes sir."

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Philip spent the day catching up with the work he'd neglected the past week while his focus had been on Mei Chun. There was a lot and rather than complete his duties for any one client, he did the minimum for all of them. Enough to keep them quiet. 

He was on good terms with most of the IT managers so there was room. It was a nice thing about what he did, he had lots of room. 

He found his attention hard to keep fixed and thought about her several times an hour. 

At about noon he fixed a sandwich and ate at the work area so he could browse and review the project. There was plenty to find online, most of it written by crazy or just evil people about how to destroy someone's personality. Basically how to turn someone into a zombie through abuse and deprivation. He didn't want a zombie. He wanted the woman he knew, or had a good idea, that she could be. But some of the tools were the same. He had found a guy who claimed to be a professor of psychology at a prestigious university, 'a name instantly recognizable,' he'd said. He made contact through email. Sure enough he sent his messages from a gmail account but the computer he used was on the Columbia University network. He had become sort of his advisor on this project and they were in frequent contact. 

The plan was simple. Remove the props supporting her current personality and replace them with a structure that created a new self-image. Once the image was created she would herself seek to support it and slowly, over months, the newly grafted personality would become as much her own as her current one.

The root cause of such shifts in personality is a collapse of the perception of self. The brain finds it too difficult to support two contradicting fundamental ideas about oneself and it abandons one in favor of the other, or sometimes an entirely unrelated third idea. High order cognitive dissonance required resolution one way or the other. Either the behavior changed, the belief changed, or justifications were made.

The belief in her own self-worth, 'I am a good person', is in conflict with the knowledge that she uses those that care for her. The justification had always been that she was 'liberated' in the feminist sense. Turning the tables on men and being a sexual predator was her way of fighting society's sexual injustice. 

So Philip would brush aside the bullshit, give her no choice but to see the contradiction, give her no shelter in justifications and force her into maximum dissonance. Then he would give her a way out.

Personality change happens all the time, to everyone. It just happens too slowly to notice. Personalities make subtle shifts back and forth every day. One day someone might be more patient than the day before, or less so. 

What was striking about a religious conversion or cult brainwashing was the speed and single direction of the transformation. The Patty Hearst kidnapping in the '70s was a good example. Miss Hearst was locked in a dark closet for days, kept near starvation, tied, beaten and abused. When not in isolation or being insulted and demeaned she was given lectures and praised for repeating the ideology. Within eight weeks she was writing letters to the media denouncing her 'capitalist pig' parents and robbing banks.

Philip had no interest in this level of transformation. It was sick. Despite what he was telling her, he wasn't creating a slave. It was mostly a conditioning trick and another tool to crack open her personality. He wanted to refurbish Mei Chun, rather than remake her as an automaton. Therefore he could not go for quick results, smashing carelessly. He had to delicately, relatively speaking, remove what was worst about her and uplift the inherent good within her.

Philip sought to transform Jenny into Mei Chun and he would increase the pressure on the former personality while nurturing and rewarding the latter. A point would come when she would have to make a decision on which person to be and it seemed that she was already leaning toward Mei Chun.

##########

Phil wrapped up work at 3:30 and began on dinner. He was going to make something fabulous and if she didn't deserve it he'd make her a cheese sandwich. He'd have her eat it while he ate seared sea scallops and mashed potatoes, broccoli with hollandaise and warm leak and potato soup.

He got a call from Sarah at the center and she reported on Mei Chun's performance. No cheese sandwich was needed on the menu.

At 5:25, Mei Chun rang the bell from downstairs and pounded on the door. He buzzed her in and listened for how her foot falls sounded on the stairs. He could tell she was tired.

"Hi," she said as he opened the door. "Buy me a goddamn bra." She trudged off to the bedroom, pulling the shirt over her head as she went.

"Naked?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied looking between her bare back between her shoulder blades. 

He hadn't really thought of whether she should be naked at all times around the apartment, but he liked the sound of it and turned off the air-conditioning.

He said, "And put on the collar," just as she was walking out with it on, a small triumph in her smile.

She went to the bathroom, washed her face then walked straight to the couch and sat down.

"Master, may I please have a drink?"

He didn't tell her to call him that, and he genuinely didn't like it. But it was her way of anticipating his desire and that was very good, even if she was anticipating a desire he didn't have.

"Beer or something stronger."

"Stronger. Get me drunk."

He made her a Sea Breeze. It was a good girl drink and he made himself one too, alcohol knowing no sex. He took it to her and she mistook his drink as another one for herself and emptied the first one in two gulps.

"Jesus Christ that was depressing."

"Tell me about it." He sat next to her on the couch, still unable to do so comfortably with her naked body so close. Her lovely, perpetually tan skin was soft and immaculate. 

"They had me stay with one kid named Jerome most of the day. He's retarded and an emotional wreck. He kept drooling and he screamed every time I touched him. I just couldn't take it and by noon..." she stopped and looked up from gazing at the floor, "Why didn't you give me any fucking money? You know I didn't eat at all?"

"I know. I wanted you to be hungry when you came home."

"Home. Is this home?"

"We'll talk about that later."

"I'm so fucking hungry."

"I have dinner ready. Tell me more."

"By noon I had to go into a closet where they keep linens and just fucking cried my eyes out. Those poor kids, god almighty, they are living in hell." She took the other drink. "The place is fine and god they're good women but those kids are trapped in hell. The hell is in their minds. They are either not there at all, just staring into space, or they are pounding their head on anything they can find or they are screaming in terror. They have rubber rooms for god's sake... really and two of the kids wore fucking straight jackets. They were fucking zombies... the un-goddamn-dead."

"Tell me about Jerome."

She huffed a few times and settled back in the couch. "He's about thirteen and he's a black kid that, I guess his parents just couldn't take it anymore and dumped him on the city. I can't blame them really, even if it were my kid I wouldn't be able to take it, I don't think. He needed total supervision. Every time I turned my back he was either throwing things or beating himself with his fists. He was just wild and tortured."

Her eyes filled with tears. And she looked straight into his deep green eyes. "He's never going to get any better. He's always going to be tortured by his mind for the rest of his life. What kind of fucking life is that?"

Philip didn't speak. He only looked at her, seeing her compassion flower.

"I didn't think..." she started to say. 

"Are you hungry."

"I told you I'm starving."

"I meant did you want to eat now?"

"Yes, I guess."

"Here on the couch or at the table?"

"Here please."

Had he been in a hurry to break her and reform her he'd have made her crawl around the apartment on her hands and knees and eat out of a dog bowl or something. But that didn't interest him. This wasn't about his self gratification. He wasn't really into sadomasochism as such. Some elements intrigued him on some level and there would be time for them. It was her transformation that was his goal. Yet, to his surprise, her obedience did turn him on. Right now, however, he wanted to reward her work, which Sarah had said was exceptional for a first time volunteer.

He got up and brought over a salad, and the soup and put them on the coffee table. She went for the soup.

"Jesus this is good." Which brought to mind a question she'd been half thinking about since last night. "Everything you make tastes delicious. Why is that?"

"Complement or question?"

"Question."

"I decided in my teens I was going to be a chef. So I studied on my own and learned the fundamentals. Then it became sort of an obsession."

"Goddamn this soup is good."

"Mei Chun. I want you to stop cussing."

"Yeah," she looked up, fingering the collar, "Yeah, I cuss to much. Not ladylike is it?"

"No," he said, then "It's not what goes into the mouth that defiles a person, but what comes out of the mouth, this defiles a person."

"What's that?"

"Jesus. The bible."

"Sounds like it. But really this is awesome. Better than a restaurant."

"That's not saying much but thank you."

"You are going back tomorrow."

"No please. I can't take another day like that. My heart broke for that kid and there is nothing I can do for him."

"Don't you think you did something for him? What would have happened had you not been there? They don't have anyone else to care for him or for the others. He would have just sat on the floor and beat himself all day long."

"But what can I do? I can't live there."

"Go back tomorrow and see what you can do."

She put the empty bowl back and picked up the salad of apples, grapes, clementines and walnuts with some honey cream dressing.

"Jesus, you should start a restaurant."

He looked disappointed.

"Ok... I will, really, I'll watch my mouth. You religious or something?"

The salad was gone quickly and she looked partially sated. 

"The profanity doesn't suit you."

"Mei Chun, you mean?"

She curled her legs under herself.

"Didn't suit Jenny either."

She liked the sentence, rolled it around her head for a moment.

He stood and got a bowl of soup. In the kitchen he said, "How did it make you feel today."

"Exhausted. Completely out of my depth. And like a first class fraud."

"More please."

"Fraud. Like a hooker in church. Know what I mean?"

"I knew a hooker once and she was the best Christian I've ever known."

"Customer or acquaintance?"

"Customer. But more like friends with benefits if you understand."

"Did you pay."

"Yes, but..."

"... No excuses permitted in our relationship. Wasn't that how it went this morning?"

He chuckled. Damn this girl had spirit and he had to be careful to keep that intact.

"Right. Want the whole story then?"

"Yep... but get me drunk first. And, by the way, you owe me an orgasm if I remember correctly?"

He turned stern for a moment. "Don't get demanding Mei Chun. I don't want you to forget for a moment the nature of our relationship. I'm still blackmailing you and will fuck up your life beyond all recognition if you forget your place."

"Yes sir. I'm just having a bit of fun, ok? It's been a bitch of a day."

"Sarah told me you did very well and you'll get your reward."

He finished the soup by tilting the bowl to his lips.

"Need a drink, because I'm going to tell you the story."

"Sure, three drinks before dinner. Just don't make me lick it up if I puke." Then, as he stood to get her another, she said apprehensively, "I mean that. Promise me."

He returned a minute later with a high ball, light on the vodka. "I won't make you lick up your own vomit."

"Thanks," and she meant it.

"I went to high school and was crazy about this girl two years ahead of me and never even talked to her. She was the most beautiful, dazzling, unapproachable female. For two years all I could do was stare. She was a woman, only two years older but at that age she might as well have been in goddess.

"So I never saw her after my sophomore year until I'm a couple of years out of college. I'd just been arrested and I was getting arraigned in the courthouse and I saw her sitting with the others from the county jail. Mine was a felony so I didn't sit with them. But they went first and when the judge called out her name and read the charge I just couldn't believe it. She was charged with soliciting prostitution.

"So, on the way back from standing before the judge she looked over at me and I saw she recognized me somehow and she stuck around after her turn was through. I figured she had a ride coming or something. They don't jail prostitutes, just community service and a fine so she was free to go, but she stuck around. I guessed she was going to plead with me not to tell anyone and was waiting around to ask.

"Then I get up and we go through the arraignment and I get processed and get bail so I'm free to go. When I leave the lawyer she's there and we walk out together.

"She never once asked me to keep silent or anything, but recognized me from school as the kid who always shadowed her."

He'd wandered over to get a salad and was eating bits and pieces. "I should try some nutmeg next time."

He continued, "Anyway, we became friends before I went to jail and saw each other a few times and have kept in touch. She is a great girl."

He finished the bowl and put it down on the table.

"So why did you pay her?"

"I didn't every time, but I figured it was her career and she certainly earned it.

"Finish telling me about fraud," he said.

She looked at him for a long moment. "You know how I feel about myself. I'm just shy of being a hooker myself or more likely starting a career in B grade porn. And I was acting like fuc... like god da... like Mother Teresa. I kept thinking how someone else should be doing this, someone better."

"Do you want to know something about Sarah? I don't think she'd mind you knowing."




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 04



"Yes. She was the best one of the bunch."

"She's the hooker."

"The what?"

"The hooker I was telling you about a second ago. The friend of mine."

"No shit." She said, astounded. "She's a prostitute?"

"Not anymore but that's how she got through nursing school."

"Oh my god!"

"So you see, anyone can be good and caring and dedicate themselves to others, Mei."

She looked at him.

"Mei Chun," he corrected. 

She smiled.

"Wow. I wonder if I can ask her how sex with you was tomorrow?"

"Go ahead, but don't tell me unless she said it was spectacular."

"Men are so fragile. When was the last time... you know... you fucked her? She's hot for her age."

"None of your business."

"That recently huh? It's not like I'm jealous." Then she paused a moment, "Not really."

She was naked save for his dog collar, looking forward to getting drunk and hoping to god he'd take advantage of her.

With one part of her mind she still hated him, but she'd had guys she didn't particularly like before, that wasn't new. But Philip had something none of the others did. It wasn't his potential for cruelty; they all had that. It was the sense of potential she felt. Of getting to know someone really, really interesting and learning from him. She knew he had a lot to show her.

He took stuff back to the kitchen and starting plating the main course.

She'd decided on getting naked in the taxi, after having played with the idea from time to time during the day, mostly to distract herself from the hell she was living at the center.

"Let's eat at the counter," she said and sat on a stool, pushing her ass out a bit and letting her tummy touch the cold stone top. The three drinks were having their effect.

He set down the plate, three scallops, mid-sized because those were the best, a few florets of broccoli, obscenely verdant with a dribbling of yellow/white sauce and a scoop of mashed potatoes, skins and pimentos giving it some color.

She tried the potatoes first. She groaned and rolled her eyes back in her head when the flavor coated her tongue. They were unlike any potatoes she'd ever eaten. They were creamy, and tart and the little bits of pimiento gave it a salty, tangy flavor. There was garlic and a few chives and just a bit of crumpled bacon.

Her brain said, 'holy shit... ' but her mouth said, "Mmmmm." Philip was fucking Bobby Flay and come to think of it he kinda looked like him too.

The scallops were the best things ever, tender and garlicky with some lemon and a very, very faint taste of licorice. There was a sprig of something green over each one, which turned out to be a baby sage leaf. 

She'd never had hollandaise sauce before but it was tangy and delicious too.

"You eat like this every night?"

"No, not every night but most nights."

"Do you ever go to restaurants?"

"Only if I admire the chef and I get a tip that it's exceptional. Or if its something I can't make."

"Like what?"

"Like sashimi."

They finished the meal talking about sex for money, mental illness and food.

She got up and did the dishes. She was becoming completely comfortable naked.

"A guy who cooks like that is either married or gay."

"Shows what you know."

"I don't see a ring," she said, bending over to put a plate in the washer, lifting her leg a bit, knowing with a certainty he was looking at her pussy lips between her ass cheeks.

"Your questioning my sexual orientation?"

"Would I get a spanking if I did?"

"You might but I suspect you are starting to enjoy them."

"I'm not saying. Speaking of which... can you describe this reward for being a good girl you'd mentioned."

"Not yet."

He made coffee. Two small cups with frothed half-and-half.

"Sit on the couch," he said and something dawned on her. She liked hearing his command voice. As she slid her naked bottom off the hard wood of the stool and sashayed to the seating area she dissected her reaction. 'Masculine, decisive, strong, determined,' we're adjectives that arose to her thoughts. They mixed with verbs she hoped applied to her, 'yeild, give, relent, orgasm.' The last one was a bit of a shock. Never, absolutely never had the idea of male superiority occurred to her in any form but disgust. Now it was a fact presented to her like standing before a mountain, towering over her, its grandure awesome. 

He brought her an espresso cup and saucer and set down a small plate of pecan pralines on the table.

"Don't you think the dinner was reward enough?"

"What are those? Little cookies?"

"Pralines. I learned to make 'em in New Orleans."

She lent forward, firm breasts making a single undulation, and took one. A bite later and despite her recent half hearted attempts at restraint, she said, "Holy shit that's good."

"Stand up." there was that tone again.

"Turn around."

'Yes! Push me around.'

She turned around and hoped it wouldn't hurt too much and longed for his touch. 

"Bend over a bit, put one hand on each arm of the chair."

She did, still crunching the nutty candy, the flavor of coffee strong in her mouth and without further warning the pain shot through her like a lighting bolt.

'Fuck! That is so wrong,' she thought. 

"Sit down."

'Ouch! Shit that hurt! But...' What a mix of sensations. The creamy crunchy candy, lip puckeringly sweet, the earthy deep dark taste of coffee, the creamy foam and the slap on her ass that shot stars into her eyes. She deserved it but for the fist time really saw the potential for pleasure.

"Sorry. Really, I'll try harder." She found that she was sincere in her apology. 

"Please do."

"You like spanking my ass?"

"I must admit to some pleasure in it. I like the way your flesh jiggles and the satisfying sound my hand makes against your skin. But it's your gasp that hardens my cock."

'Oh,' she thought, 'that's hot. He's never mentioned his cock before.' The thought of him getting hard was a powerful stimulant, one she knew she would return to time and again this evening.

"I'm not drunk yet."

"Yes? And?"

"More please master."

"You'll wait half an hour. I don't want you completely drunk. You need to be awake for what comes later."

"Oh?" Coquettishness was more Jenny than Mei Chun but he decided he liked it. "Do tell."

"No." 

He turned serious, "Do you want to quit your job?"

"No."

"Is that just a non-thinking response? Clinging onto something because you're afraid and the something you know is better than the something you don't?"

"Yes."

"What have you got to loose? You don't like it. You don't make much. What's keeping you there?"

"Eating mostly. I'm kind of fond of regular meals and a roof over my head."

He looked around.

"Your kidding!? You've only been blackmailing me a week and you want me to move in with you? Quit my job and be your twenty-four hour slut?"

"No. Not really, that's not what I was thinking."

"Bullshit. You're the one with all the answers but, Philip, I know men ok?"

"Really. I wasn't thinking of you moving in here. I was thinking of you finding more fulfilling work, even if that means volunteer work."

"No."

"You may not know this yet but I make a lot of money. The companies I work for are in a funny position. It's like living with a fighting dog, great for defense but if it turns on you you're fucked. Know what I mean? So they pay extra well and try always to be nice to me."

"Ok, great but I don't want to live here."

"I'm not asking you to live here... get it through your head. My question is ... my offer... my... fuck... if you want to work somewhere else but aren't doing so because of the money I am just saying that that's not a problem... Ok? Don't presume; ok?"

"Right, because while it's sweet and all that you want me to live with you I just can't. I mean blackmailing me and all is nice but ... and you cook like a mother... like a chef, it's just too early in our totally fucked up relationship to think about that. Don't you think?"

"Just shut up."

She stood, her hands flat on her thighs. It was really sweet what he was saying. 

He looked at her like he didn't know what she was doing or thinking, which, he didn't.

She moved closer. "You get so cute when you're flustered."

"I'm not flustered."

"Ok, horny."

"I'm ... " That honesty thing should go both ways he figured. Must engender trust in her.

She took another step and was at his knees. Her pussy staring him in the face, his face staring back.

'God what lovely lips she has.'

'Look at my pussy Philip,' she willed into his mind, 'It's so soft and warm. Let me take you in. Let me ride you to heaven.'

He felt desire replace will power, like water displacing oil, one leaving him while the other took its place.

She placed her hand in his hair. "Look at my pretty pussy, Philip." Her voice was like warm honey. She was like a stage hypnotist. A really good one.

She reached down for his hand and gently brought it up to her breast when she stood. 

"It's so soft, my pussy, the hair is really soft, like silk."

'Jesus, it looks soft.'

"I think I'm getting wet."

She pressed his hand firmly against her breast and felt his grip tighten. She gasped.

"Can't you suck my pussy, Philip, as my reward for being a good girl?" She said it so softly. "Let me grind it into your chin and smear all my wetness on your face? Hmmm?"

She began to swing her hips in a circle, a sort of preview.

He felt her nipple harden beneath his palm. It was getting out of control, out of his control and that couldn't happen.

"Then I'll beg for you to fuck me like you want."

"No." It was a whisper. 

"Are you sure? Let me test it out and see if you like it."

She stood wider. 

"Please fuck me, Philip... Please." 

It might have been real or it might have been fake, he couldn't tell. Was she toying with him? Maybe, maybe not, it didn't matter. He stood up. Looked in her eyes and the flash she saw in them told her she'd made a mistake. 

He went to the bedroom and tossed, "Stay here," over his shoulder. 

He needed to cool down. He needed to consider. He was tempted, genuinely tempted to take what progress that had been made and settle for it. He thought there was perhaps a forty percent chance things would go ok and that the changes she'd made would stick. Then he realized it was an illusion, just wishing. She'd be back to her old self in a weak and all because he'd lost his nerve. 

He returned and sat down next to her.

"Do you know why I left?"

"Because I'm a whore?" she said, dejection clear in her voice. 

"Because it's not time. Even if you meant it. I will reward you the way I choose and if I let you wear that collar and walk around naked and call that your reward you'll acknowledge it and be appreciative."

She looked confused. 'Didn't he want sex?'

"Do you know why I'm going to punish you?"

"Because I'm a whore." Depression descended on her again. 

"Because you still don't understand your place."

He got his jacket from the back of a chair, his keys from a bowl on the desk. 

"You will wake up at 7:30. You will take the taxi at 8:00 and return to the center."

His punishment was isolation.

"But where are you going?" Her tone of panic was clear. 

He didn't say, but reached for the handle. 

"Sarah? Going to see that whore?" she said and instantly cringed. 

His hand froze on the round brass door knob. His head slowly turned. She saw those eyes, like green dragons. 

With angry determination he put the jacket over the tool covered table and the keys back in the bowl. He walked over to the kitchen, footsteps clicking on the wood floor. 

"Bend over the couch," he said, fumbling in a drawer. 

He came around the counter, passed the low bookshelf, the top of which served as a table behind the couch. She was over the arm, feet on the floor. 

He stood behind her. 

"Put your arms back."

He tied her wrists and forearms together with kitchen twine then pushed her head down, her face on the couch seat. 

A mysterious excitement coursed through her as he tied her ankles. 

He spanked her. Starting firmly but not putting much behind the strokes. More like strong taps, one slap every ten seconds. 

"Why am I spanking you?"

"Because I talked back?"

"Yes!" He hit her hard as he said it and the crack echoed off the wall of glass blocks. 

"Ouch! Oww. Shit!"

Another resounding 'Smack'. 

"What was that one for?" he demanded. 

Immediately after the impact, he lightly touched his fingers over the reddening flesh. 

"Because I curse like a whore."

"Yes!" Another powerful slap. 

"Oh god." It was pain, pure and simple.

"And did you deserve it?"

"Yes." She tensed to receive the blow and relaxed when it didn't come.

'Smack!'

"And what was that one for?"

She didn't know. She was getting confused, mostly by the tingling sensation just behind her clit. 

"Hurry, don't make me wait."

'What the fuck?!' She didn't know. 

'Smack'

"Ouch. Shiiiiit."

'Smack!'

"That was because you braced in anticipation, trying to lessen the pain." He changed his tone slightly. "When I give you pain, it's a gift. It's to teach you an important lesson."

She thought about it, didn't like it but conceded to herself that it might be true in this upside down universe she'd fallen into. 

His voice was calm, almost lovingly so, which just added to her bewilderment. 

"It's a way to let you know that I'm not pleased. You do you want to know when I'm not pleased, don't you?"

"Yes. I'm sorry."

His words forced her to consider the question. The answer came immediately. She did care if he was pleased. At that moment, she realized, it was the only thing she was sure she did care about.

He returned to the feather light strokes. 

"Why are you such a whore Jenny?"

"Don't call me that!"

'Smack!' Another strong slap. 

She began to cry. 

"When you're a whore I'll use the whore's name. And you don't give orders. Understand?"

"Yes master. But it hurts."

"Spanking is supposed to hurt. It wouldn't really be spanking if it didn't, now would it?"

"Not that. You calling me that. That bitch's name. It's like you're crushing me."

"Good." He returned to caresses an her sobs continued. "I'm crushing that whore out of you."

His fingers and his soft voice felt good. 

"Why are you such a whore, Jenny?"

"Because it's what men want."

"Don't stop."

"It's what I can give. It's all that I have and it's all men want. You don't know what it's like. Every man that looks at me, all they see is a thin pretty Asian girl. And I know they all just want to fuck me and own me. And I feel that if I give enough men what they want maybe things will change."

"I'm a man."

"You don't want me. I'm too dirty for you so you have to beat me and call me whore and slut and tell me you love me."

"Don't you feel that I love you?"

"No."

"Didn't I tell you?"

"They why am I tied and bent over a couch getting an ass whipping?"

"You tell me."

'Smack!' Another scream. "I don't know!"

'Smack!' "Don't lie to me!" his voice a bellowing that filled the large room. 'Smack!' "Tell me!"

"Because you love me, goddammit, because you're so fucked up in the head that you beat the women you love."

'Smack!' "Try again."

"Because," she sniffled and paused. "Because..." sobs racked her body, "Because you really do love me and you're trying to improve me and make me worthy of you."

"And."

"And that's why you are blackmailing me and spanking me and making my life hell."

"Yes."

"It's like marine boot camp isn't it?"

He hadn't thought of that. Not a bad analogy. Cognitive dissonance was their main tool.

"Sort of, but with sex."

Her voice went soft, "So do you love me, Philip? Please, please don't lie to me."

'Smack!' "Yes!" 'Smack!' 

"Oh.. goddamn that's so fucking strange."

"What?"

"Every time you hit me its like a fucking bell goes off inside my cunt."

'Smack!' "Watch your filthy mouth whore."

"If you love me then stick your finger up my ass again and prove it."

'Smack!' "Why did I spank you?"

"Because I'm a whore!" she screamed as loud as she could, lacerating her vocal cords.

"No, I might as well whip a dog because of its color. It was because you can't stop trying to control. You still want to be in charge. You won't make any progress until your submission."

Submission. The word had always meant nothing to her. It was like the word 'uranium.' She knew what it was, she knew it existed but she'd never seen it, it didn't play any role in her life, it had no meaning to her.

When Philip said it, it was a different word. Submission now had a mysterious allure. 

"Say it again, please."

"Submit!" 'Smack!'

"Oh!" The word's new meaning appeared in her consciousness together with the fresh jolt of pain, like the wet and hot of coffee. Her exclamation had a triple meaning, pain, pleasure, enlightenment. 

"Tell me about submission master."

He really wished she would stop calling him that, but maybe it was what she needed. Maybe her mind was filling in the blanks.

"Submission is freedom. Your freedom Mei Chun."

It was as though he was singing to her, the sound so sweet in her ear. 

"By letting go you'll free yourself of Jenny and give Mei Chun a chance to live. You'll be pure again. You'll have purpose."

"What purpose?" She knew but she wanted to be sold on it again.

"To please me and to please others. To be nice and to care about people."

"Will I be good if I submit?"

"You'll be beautiful."

"But what about me?"

"You mean what happens to Jenny?"

"Yes."

He was back to stroking her now, the gentle fingers across her buttocks made an irresistible contrast to the pain, like the sting of the vodka against the sweetness of the juice in the cocktail. He'd kept alternating the two so she began to anticipate the pain when the tickling came and longed for the smooth touch of his fingers as the slap resounded from the strike. She figured that was the point and went with it. 

"You fear being neglected but that's because you can only think about yourself. You won't have time to think about yourself. You'll be focused outside not inside. You'll be so full of the world outside yourself there won't be any room for the selfish bitch you are now. Jenny will disappear and Mei Chun will take her place."

It sounded like a dream too good to be true. A rebirth. Just like it was marketed in church. But she believed him. She believed he could do it. If only she had the strength to give her will to him.

"Then spank me again."

'Hmmm,' he thought, 'that's got to be a good sign.'

'Smack!'

"Ohhh... my."

"That pain is my love for you."

'Smack!'

"Oh shit. Oh I feel it. Show me again."

'Smack!' 'Smack!' 'Smack!' 'Smack!'

'Wow... this is so fucked up. How can pain be such a turn on?' Then another insight flashed across her mind, 'It's not the pain stupid, it's who's giving it to you.'

He changed subject, needing to get her back on track.

"Tell me why you're a whore Jenny."

Hearing him call her that dumped all the self-loathing back down on her, like a dump truck disgorging a load of dirt. Like her painful progress was being denied. She sobbed fresh tears. 'This better be worth it,' she thought.

"Don't make me wait!" 'Smack!'

"Aahhh! Fuck!"

'Smack!'

"Because, I told you. It's the only way a man will love me."

"Love you? Who could love a cold bitch?"

More tickling and now open palmed caresses over her buttocks and hips, moving to the top of her thighs. 

He felt the heat from her flesh and her pussy lips, puffy with blood. 

"No one. Not even you."

'Smack!' "Don't challenge me." 'Smack!' "Don't contradict me."

"Yes master."

She was biting her lip hard. 

"You never wanted love, Jenny."




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 04



"Yes I did. I always wanted love, secretly, it's what I've always wanted."

He saw that a slow oozing of thick clear slime begin to seep from her and he was pleased. 

"I see that now. I always wanted love. Every time."

After a pause that was a tenth of a second too long he slapped her again. 

'Smack!' "More!"

"Oh my god! Why is that doing this to me?" The spanking was turning her on like nothing ever had.

He cupped her cheek and stood up straight. Her ass was red and so was his hand. He thought of the rubber spatula but that was a pussy's way. If she were going to hurt then so would he. 

He got a chair. Half way back he set the chair down and went to the fridge for a stick of butter. 

During the moment he was gone she pulled herself up further on the couch, putting her ass higher over the arm. 

"Your just telling me what I want to hear."

"No sir. It's what I'm ashamed of. It's what makes me a whore."

He brought over the chair and sat down. He touched the wetness seeping from her, rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. It was viscous and stretched between his fingers as he pulled them apart. 'Oh fuck how I love when a woman gets wet like this.' 

She interrupted the gasping sobs just long enough for a moan to fit between. His touch on her hot swollen labia was absolutely electrifying. 

"Don't stop talking. What makes you a whore?"

"All those guys. They all wanted me to love them but I couldn't and each time they would tell me..."

He began to caress her pussy lips, spreading her wetness over the blood filled flesh. 

'My god that feels better than ever,' she thought. She forgot what she was saying.

"Uummmm." Her moan was delicious. 

'Smack!' "Continue."

"Um. I forgot. Oh," she remembered just in time. "I would just end it."

She slowly rocked back and forth lifting her ass up.

'Smack.' "Keep still!"

He spread her slipperiness up to her asshole. 

'Smack!' "Keep talking goddammit!"

"I had to end it or they would know," she sniffled, "know I wanted love but I couldn't have it. That I was emotionally barren. Just a heartless bitch with nothing inside."

He scooped a dollop of cold butter into his palm to warm it. 

"Good Mei. Keep talking."

"I would start looking for a guy. Someone who was worthy of me. Someone who would force me to love him. Who would break open my heart and find the love that had to be there."

He formed the butter into a small plug and pushed it into her hole. He joined the tip of his ring finger to his pinky and followed the light yellow glob inside and pushed her open. 

A deep grunt from the stomach erupted from within as her head came off the couch. She nearly toppled forward but he pushed on her legs with his thigh. 

His fingers were now inside her. 

"But they were all pussies, they all failed me. No one could find it. They tried flowers and sweet talk but the more they tried to make me love them, the more I despised them for it."

He withdrew his fingers, spat on her asshole, the sound of which made her sobs redouble. 

"I'm such a goddamn dirty whore!"

He withdrew and slapped her, one blow per word, "Stop... Your... Mother... Fucking... Cussing!"

"Ouw. Oh. Fuck! Yes!" These were the best so far. His passion for her burned her skin. 

He spit again, lubed his finger with some of the butter from the stick and jammed it back into her and fucked her with it.

"Jenny you fucking whore. When are you going to realize you need to stop resisting me?"

His tempo was fast and rough and it was driving her insane. She started to writhe. 

"Yes! Master!"

"Jenny, you fucking whore. Take my finger up the ass because that's the only place clean enough."

His abuse was like a Brillo pad scouring her soul. It felt horrible but necessary. Her sobs segued seamlessly into moans, each holding lust and need so profound that they precipitated out like rain from fog. 

"Fuck my ass master! God yes, punish me please! Break me! Make me better. Use my ass for your cock."

'Slap, Slap, Slap'. The angle wasn't perfect but he could get a few strikes in with his left hand. 

"Shut up you fucking dirty whore. You loveless cold bitch. You don't deserve my cock."

"Yes, yes."

More butter. He joined his middle finger with his index and slowly spread her anus muscles wider.

"No! Too much! Too fucking much!" The pain... she felt like she would black out.

'Smack! Smack!' "Are you learning your lesson bitch?!" 'Smack! Smack!' "Getting it yet!!" 'Smack!' "You're not in control!" 'Smack'. "No one is falling for your bullshit! No one is susceptible to your slutty charms." 

The cries and moans coexisted. The pain and pleasure shared the same neural highway; signals bumping into one another overloading the receptors in her brain. 

"Fuck!"

'Smack!'

His two fingers were working her ass like he was stuffing a rag inside her. 

"Fuck me!"

'Smack!' Smack!"

"I'm coming!"

"Not yet you filthy fucking bitch!"

'Smack! Smack!' "You come without permission and we start over." 'Smack!' "You hear me!"

"Yes master! I can't hold... Please. Fuck me please. Give me your cock in my dirty fucking hole!"

"Who can love a whore like you?"

"No. No one loves me."

"But you're such a stupid slut. You miss the obvious."

He pulled both fingers again and spit in her red gaping asshole and thrust his fingers in all the way as it was closing. 

"Don't you see? Don't you get it?"

"Ahh. Ahh. Ahh God!" She was getting carried off somewhere.

"Mei, I love you. I am in love with you Mei. You're a slut but you are my slut god dammit and don't you fucking forget it!" 'Slap! Slap! Slap!' "Now come!"

This final statement, clear and unequivical, that she was his, all his, was the final straw. Feeling owned by him was the touch of bliss that pushed her over. 

"Aaahh. Jesus! Oh god thank thank...! I'm coming. Philip, oh Jesus."

He spanked her repeatedly as she came, bouncing up and down, wiggling side to side. Then she went as ridged as a board, her anus seizing on his hand, squeezing the blood out of his fingers. 

She relaxed but just kept on coming, spasming every few seconds. Moments later she went ridged once again and as she relaxed from her second orgasm he gently slowed the speed to a methodical deep thrusting. 

She jerked and quivered and grunted. Then tumbled onto the floor, slowed by his hand on her hip, letting her crumple. 

She panted like a greyhound after a quarter mile at the Sarasota Kennel Club. 

"Oh god, oh god..." She would repeat it unbroken thirty times before she got her wits about her. 

He untied her. She rolled over, still breathing heavily. "What was that?" she asked with a star struck look in her eyes. 

He picked her up. "It's called an orgasm."

"No. I've had those before." 'Or at least I think I have.'

He took her to the bedroom and laid her face down on the bed. 

"Kiss me sweetly," she purred, "please master."

He grinned and relented. 

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As he kissed her he let his hands roam her body. She was moist with sweat and her ass radiated heat like a sun lamp. He went to the bathroom to get some aloe, very pleased with her. 

She lay still, face down, still panting and confused. Mysteriously, she felt really good deep inside, contented, satiated and proud of her forthright confession. 

When he returned she mumbled, "Water."

He went and got water and juice.

She propped up on her elbows and drank the apple cider first, it was heavenly, then the water and collapsed.

"You were wonderful, Mei Chun. So strong." He rubbed the aloe in his hand then, as gently as he could, placed them on her red skin.

The muscles under the surface of her ass shuddered from the cool assault like those of a mare trying to dislodge a horsefly. 

"I admire your bravery. You were afraid but you told me anyway."

His words were so comforting that she began to let them buoy her like floats tied to her limbs.

"Didn't think you wanted me strong."

'Why do I feel so good?' she wondered. 

"I do. Of course I do. Don't confuse strength with just getting your way. Coercion is a sign of weakness."

"Look who's talking."

He loved her spirit. 

His chuckle was so rewarding. It made her feel like she had achieved something.

"You let me see inside of you. That took courage."

"I didn't think it was possible to come like that. It was so different. So intense."

"I'm not sure many women can do that."

"Anal orgasm? It's a new one to me. Nothing has ever been in my ass before yesterday and now I'm begging you to fuck me while I'm tied and bent over a couch getting beaten."

She turned her head and smiled. "You sure you know what you're doing?"

"Yes," he lied. 

Her brows furrowed in cute bemusement. "Doesn't seem like progress to me."

"Trust me."

"I feel like more of a slut than ever. You know, I have a more appropriate place for your fingers."

"We'll get to that. And there is a difference between whore and slut."

"A subtle difference no doubt."

"Not really, Jenny is a whore, manipulating men through sex, getting what she wanted. Mei Chun, perhaps is a slut, loving sex for it's own sake."

"Hmmm?" she considered, "Can I talk like a human now master?"

"Haven't you been? And you don't have to call me that. I never told you to."

"I know. It's a gift dummy. Plus I like it."

He was stunned into silence. His hands halted. 'A gift?' And she wasn't being a smart ass. She was giving him her obedience as a gift.

"Can I tell you the truth? I might, I'm just saying, might, sort of understand why someone might get into this submission stuff. I'm not doing it well, I know but I can see why you're making me do it. I can't actually thank you yet but maybe..."

She finished the water and put the glass on the table. He started moving his hands again.

"It's like the anal thing. It seems so disgusting and demeaning until you actually try it. You know?"

'She sounds so cheerful,' he thought. "Tell me."

"It's like you don't have to think and you can just trust."

"Do you trust me?"

"No. Not really. I mean, like, I want to but I don't know. After all I don't really know you."

"And I'm blackmailing you."

"Right. Thanks. Good point."

"But I love you and you know that."

"It makes me uncomfortable."

"You understand why?"

"Yes, but it does and ... shit I am so confused." She dropped her forehead back on the pillow, shaking it from side to side.

"Don't worry. It's all going to be very clear."

"You going to beat it into me?"

"If that's what it takes."

"I'm so screwed up in the head I'll probably like it."

The conversation paused for a few moments as she considered more spanking. If it came with mind numbing orgasms like the last one she might indeed learn to love it. 

"So when did you start poking girls up the ass?"

"I've never done it."

"Really? And the blackmail and domination thing?"

"First time."

"So I'm the first girl you've ever kidnapped?" That was so sweet. 

"Yes, but remember you can leave anytime so..."

"I know, I'm not kidnapped. Just blackmailed."

"Right. There is a difference. Would you like to go home?"

"No!" She said it quickly, like he was threatening her with life in a Siberian work camp. "Not now. I'm fine."

Back to anal sex her mind went, a new fascination with the topic having developed within her. "So you've never stuffed your fingers up a girl's rectum?"

"Not till now. How was it?"

"Fucking unbelievable... Sorry."

"Learn to stop please."

"Really it was fantastic. It hurt but kinda like your massage, you know, a necessary pain. Does that make sense?"

"Perfect sense. Given the context."

"Please let me make you come." This was genuine pleading, heartfelt and desperate. "I really want to and that's Mei Chun talking. Plus I feel another orgasm in me dying to get out."

He couldn't answer. He realized that he wasn't breathing. His hands froze again in their massaging of her ass. She knew what her request was doing to him.

"Uh. I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why? Does it break some rule of the 'Beat Your Way to a More Perfect Woman' handbook?"

He laughed and she joined him. 'Was it time?' He felt it wasn't but he was fucking hard as a rock. 

"I can suck your cock, if that's not real sex or maybe a hand job?" She turned to look up at him. "Or maybe a massage with a happy ending? I know it turned you on, beating me like that. Stuffing your fingers in my ass. Didn't it?"

He should be telling her to shut up and spank her again but the idea was repellent.

"Yes." He was uncomfortable admitting it, mostly to himself. 

"Then what's the problem? Isn't sex with me part of the training?"

"Yes but..."

"You told me I have to please you. Anticipate your wants. So what's the hold up?"

"Stop. I'm thinking."

She stopped, remembering the hot pain in her ass as he resumed the soft kneading. 

After at least a minute of silence, as light touches of his fingers wandered her lower back, which she found exquisite, she risked speaking. 

"Philip, can I ask a serious question without a spanking?"

"Yes."

"I mean this sincerely, not as a challenge. Are you afraid to make love to me?"

"Yes."

"Why!"

"I'm afraid to disrupt the transformation you've started. Afraid I'll screw things up because I was impatient and send you backwards spoiling all the progress you've made. That's why." What he didn't say was that he was afraid he'd loose self control and be unable to discipline her. 

"Not because I'm too dirty? Not because I'm a whore without the capacity for love?" Her look was pleading him to tell her no, that wasn't the reason.

"I know you are changing. Why would I be doing this?"

"Don't you enjoy it?"

"Fuck no," he answered immediately, which he thought a mistake. He shouldn't be so revealing. She shouldn't know his real feelings. It would give her leverage and make her harder to break. But she was making progress, maybe it was time? Unfortunately he didn't have a handbook. 

"I see," she said and started her own pondering. The idea that he was denying himself for her sake was really touching. It made her want him more powerfully. 

He decided against sex.

"Can you stand a bath?"

"Yes. I think so."

"I'll go start one."

He left and she continued in her thoughts, disappointed, as the sounds of the water burbled next door. 

'So he doesn't like it... Hmmm. I believe him. Which can only mean he is doing this for me. That's either incredibly sweet or totally psychopathic. Or both.' He didn't seem like a psychopath. But then again what does one seem like? She'd known strange people, in San Francisco they were as common as convenience stores, but he wasn't strange really. He seemed to care in a cold sort of way, but maybe that was the mask he had to wear while doing this transformation thing. She liked the guy he was at the clinic, charming, funny, bold as hot wings. She saw the charm now, when he wasn't spanking her. 

He returned.

"Turn over."

She did and he scooped her up in his arms and she kissed him. 

"Why did I kiss you?" she asked. 

"Because I love you enough to blackmail you?"

"Yes."



From Jenny to Mei Ch. 05



It's a long story so I would urge you to start at Chapter 1.

Please provide feedback and vote, it makes me happy.

*****

Mei Chun was still recovering from the assault on her rectum. Philip's two thick fingers jamming inside of her produced an orgasm of unique sensation and ferocity but it also hurt a hell of a lot. 

Oddly, she felt a quiet gratitude for the soreness in her ass. Something like a sense of obligation drifted in the back of her mind. The last few days had brought to the surface a notion that she long avoided. It was as though Philip had held her head, pried open her eyes and forced her to look in a magic mirror which revealed her true self. In the mirror she saw what a truly awful and sick person she was. She was now convinced that at least some of what he was doing to her was for her own good. 

He made it clear that she would have to pay for her sins as Jenny and now she knew what form that payment would take. She would serve him but she would also suffer. In return he would remake her. 'Fair enough,' she thought, 'I can do this.'

The bath that followed was a repeat of yesterday's. A gentle caressing with oil, then shampoo with neck massage and a tender cleaning of her face. He was so unbelievably tender and skillful. He was 'masterful'. 

As she mellowed into blissful relaxation, echoing sounds of water pouring through her hair and onto the floor, she contemplated him with incredulity. Who was this man? How is it she had never met his kind before? What makes a man do things so cruel and yet be so sweet and tender? 

When he concluded she insisted that he get in the tub and let her return the favor. This, however, would require him to become naked. He pondered and she undressed him. She stood before him, running her palms flat against his chest, the ribbed blue fabric of his light two button pull-over felt great against her hands. He was about three or four inches taller than her. He wasn't her tallest, nor her shortest. Not the most or least handsome. He did meet her minimums as far as muscle, with some margin, by no means a body builder, she'd had one of those, and not a scarecrow, of which she'd had none. 

His eyes, however, were unique. She looked into them as she pulled the tail of his shirt from his pants. He was looking where a window might have been. Thin hips, she liked those, she loved hip bones. As his shirt came over his head she kissed his collarbone and saw nice definition in his abs and pecs, no flab. A good foundation he could build on. She wouldn't suggest exercise for a while, until the spanking stopped. 

He was still pondering, her physical persuasion very effective. Her nakedness, the collar and her lips at his neck helping to tip the balance. 

She leaned back, put her hands on his hips, dove into his eyes and kissed him. She put all of her emotion behind it. Jenny had been proud of her ability to melt a man's spine; Mei Chun inherited the skill. 

Philip's reservations dissipated with the heat of that kiss. 

She unthreaded his belt with her lips still to his, eager to see his penis. Wanting a more intimate view, she crouched the way she learned as a child, which only Asians seemed able to do, feet flat on the floor, ass an inch above the tile. 

Rather than unbutton and unzip his jeans right away, she touched the lump inside. She was pleased at what she felt. It was substantial and firm, just like it should be. It was pointing down and to the left, another good sign. A guy pointing up might be the over eager sort, too quick to come. Mostly hard was just right, more room to grow. 

"It's nice, Philip," she said, looking up at him, "I like it."

He thought about humiliating her with something like, 'You've seen enough to know,' or something, but he didn't have the heart for it and stayed silent. 

She put her head along his pants, feeling him on her cheek through his jeans.

He knew the way this was going and decided to stop. He couldn't lose control now. 

"Get up." He didn't bark it but it was clearly an order. 

She groaned in disappointment. 

"Turn around."

She did. 

"Close your eyes and if you open them, more spanking."

He took off his pants.

More groans but perhaps, she thought, he had something in mind. Then she heard him get into the tub.

"Open your eyes and start bathing me."

She opened them but the water was just murky enough from her bath that she could only see a vague form below the water. She took up the washcloth on the tub rim and was determined to out do him in tenderness. But a few minutes into it she became disheartened. No matter how she tried she couldn't put enough of herself into it to get it right. She felt clumsy, unsure and distracted. She soaped here and massaged there but she had no overall plan. No technique. No practice in the art of the concubine. She wondered how he did it. 

"I suck at this," she said.

"It's not bad."

"How do you do it?"

"You know the answer."

She grunted.

"Just ...," he tried to help, "what do you love?" he asked. 

"Besides myself?"

"Yes."

"Money, cookies, Jimmy Choo shoes."

"What are they? I hear women talk about those like they were the best things on the planet."

"Yeah... well, its a girl thing, isn't it."

"Better than an anal orgasm?"

"Different," she chuckled. "So totally different."

"So pretend I'm paying you a thousand an hour."

"Are you just turning me into your slave for your own benefit?"

"What does it feel like?"

She contorted her face in cute concentration. "It doesn't feel that way."

"Ok... go with your feelings. I could say, 'trust me' but that wouldn't mean anything."

She did trust him, half way, however screwed up that was. Even after the spankings and getting tied and fucked by his friends. She did trust him more than the last time she thought of it.

She tried some more, even doing that face scrub but she botched it, getting the cream in his eye. He was sweet about it, washing his eye out with a stream of cold water from the tap.

No wonder she couldn't do it. She didn't love him. But before giving up entirely she got the chair and sat behind him, his head resting on a folded towel on the rim. She began to rub his scalp as he had done and closed her eyes. She blocked out everything she could and focused on her feelings. She fantasized on love, thinking about what she should feel. Pretending she was in love with him, if only to aid in what she was doing.

It seemed to be working a bit, giving her a slower pace, a more gentle touch. When he moaned it thrilled her. 

"I think I'm getting it, Philip."

"That feels good," he said. He was tight as a guitar string. Domination takes a lot out of a guy. 

She daydreamed about becoming domestic. About fixing dinner and folding his clothes at the laundromat. She infused these images with meaning, their purpose to please him. That helped a bit more and she began to massage his ears between her fingers. As she dreamed, she felt the caress of his praise like his hands on her body.

"Tell me about me, please," she said.

Part of the process was to reward just this kind of behavior. "You are softhearted and tender, with warm and supple fingers like they are coated in chocolate. You smell better than any woman I've ever known, like laundry and sex."

"That is so sweet." She thought it the best complement she'd ever gotten. 

"Your body is perfect. So firm and lithe and so female, like you're the prototype nymph, the beau ideal. I have never seen breasts like yours, I didn't know they could exist." He opened his eyes, turned in the tub to look at her. "I have always thought that perfection was impossible in this material world of ours but your tits prove me wrong."

She had gotten lots and lots of complements about her body. Every guy she fucked just felt like he had to go on an on about her tits or skin or something. Of course they were wasted on Jenny but Mei loved it.

"And your ass just drives me fucking crazy," he said, turning back around and settling into the now tepid water. He feared he was too demonstrative, giving her power when he should have been taking it. A rookie mistake she would end up paying for if he weren't careful. 

"What's a beau ideal?"

"Um... perfect beauty, uh... epitome I guess."

'That's nice,' she thought, 'and my ass drives him crazy.' She understood that she very much wanted to drive him crazy.

She stood and moved to his side, never breaking her fingers' contact with his scalp. 

"Tell me more."

He couldn't stop. "I see you in the collar and I just... I... It does something subtle but cumulative to me. You know? Like it wears on me like sand paper. It makes me want to..." He stopped himself. He wanted to tell her it made him think of her as something fragile to be protected, having no idea why it had that effect.

She leaned over, cupped her breast, put it to his mouth and said, "Shut up and suck my tit."

He obeyed and she straddled him in the tub, sloshing water over the side. His hands rose naturally to her hips as she leaned on him, nipple hardening in his mouth. 

"Oh Philip yes. God that's good. Suck my tit honey. Yes."

'Honey!?' he thought? 'She's calling me 'honey'. That has to be good, right?'

"I have a confession to make."

"Yes?" he said taking the opportunity to change breasts. 

"I realize that I must have forgot the dildo on purpose, like subconsciously."

"Hmmm?" His hands now on her rib cage below her tits. 

"I didn't know you were going to have me gang fucked by your friends, ok. I still think it was a bit extreme as far as punishment goes, ok? But I think I thought you'd be doing the fucking. I mean after that crazy fucking orgasm..."

'Smack!'

"Owww! Shit!"

"Watch your mouth."

"Right! Ok. Owww. After that orgasm when I thought about you abusing me I just had to have you inside. So my messed up mind probably did it on its own."

She withdrew her tit from his mouth, leaned back and squatted on his cock, her labia embracing him as it rested against his stomach. She reached down to feel it. 'Hmm nice, yes, very nice indeed.' She could do wonderful things with this. She proceeded to slide on him back and forth. 

His head hit the back of the tub, no cushioning towel to take the impact. 'God. That's good.' He kept thinking, his hands back on her unquestionably perfect tits. Water sloshing up his chest like a tsunami, spilling over the rim in buckets. 

"Mmm Philip. Your cock is so hard honey."

She moved to raise her hips, grasping him to insert him and he realized what she was doing. 

"NO!"

She froze, a look of perplexed confusion on her face. 

"Get out!" He barked. 

She didn't start crying right away, too shocked and confused to do so. She stood up in the tub and he got out first. 

'Wow. Not bad at all,' went through her mind as his cock bounced before him. 

"Get out of the tub," he said and she, having no idea what she'd done wrong, did so. 

Unexpectedly he grabbed her elbow and pushed her down. 

"Kneel."

She knelt. 

"Open your mouth slut!"

'Ah... finally!' She was relieved, she wasn't too dirty to fuck after all. She was still a whore, she knew it and felt like it but perhaps there was redemption ahead. As if an echo of her former self she thought of how familiar it was to be what a man wanted but also now how different it was to want a man.

His penis slid between her lips and a warm feeling rushed over her with the filling of her mouth. This was so much better!

"When I fuck you," he said, starting to lunge forward and pull back, "It will be my way and my time. Do you understand?"

She grunted an incomprehensible, 'Yes, master' her head spinning with a wave of rapture that confused her and delighted her in equal measure. Her lips stretched, her cheeks bulged and her tongue flattened against her jaw as his hardness pushed forward and back, stimulating itself on her tender prone tongue. But more than the sensation, the newly splendid sensation of sucking cock, she felt 'him', his personality and power.

Then came a shock as he took his cock away from her.

"I didn't hear you slut!"

"Yes, master!" she said, looking at his cock like her lollypop was just stolen. 

"You want it back slut?"

"Yes, master, please." She had never wanted a cock in her so badly before. Immediately sensing the uniqueness of this demand within her she felt light headed, wondering what it might mean.

"Are you going to give it the love it deserves?"

There was that fucking word again. Then it struck her like one of his slaps, like a mini epiphany and a chorus singing from on high, the knowledge that she LOVED his cock! 

"Yes, I love it. I love it." She looked up at him with stars in her eyes, "I love your cock Philip!"

He heard her say it like it was a revelation from God's messenger. This wasn't in the same category as cookies or shoes, or any other of the many examples of the male phallus she'd met, this was love, straight up love.

"I LOVE your cock, Philip." She wanted to make him understand.

"Good. That's good Mei Chun. Suck it like you love me."

"No... you don't understand." She licked it from the root. "I really love your cock." But he wasn't getting the significance of her message, but whatever, she had work to do, she'd explain it later.

She'd never sucked a penis nearly as well, not a hundredth part as well. The guy she blew in the bar got only her action and not her soul. Now she slurped and sucked and ran her slick tongue along the bottom of its head, never letting it leave her lips. She moaned and grunted and hummed in rapture as she received him. She made love to that thick, hard, oh so male dick like... just like she was good, warm, and caring. She needed to let him know all these things about her. These new things. Sure she had gone through the motions before, a few times. If Jenny were feeling expansive after having received some particularly pleasing gift she would lick a man's penis around the head and put an inch or two inside and moan a bit for the guys pleasure. She would tolerate his ejaculation and quell her disgust as she spit out his filthy semen into the bed sheets if she were at his house, or his shirt if they were at hers. So this elation at having his hard pointed manhood totally fill her mouth was undeniably new as was her desire that it be ever so good for him.

'Yes, Philip, oh fuck... I love this thing. This is you Philip.' The only thing that would make it better is if he took control. If he would be the one taking and not her giving. She felt still unqualified to give, too clumsy and too much of a whore to be worthy of worshiping him. 

The reality of what all this meant dawned on her. A calm came over her as the understanding that this thing, this object called a 'cock' was really HIS flesh wrapped around HIS blood vessels, carrying the sensation of ecstasy through HIS nerves to HIS brain. It made the object an idol. 

She thought she might come. Really, she felt the quivering goodness race along her labia and inside behind her clit. 'Can a girl come giving head?' she wondered.

For Philip it was good, oh so fucking good. He was a big fan of a great blow job and this was indescribably good. Not good. This was the best fellatio of his life and he was just about to show her how good when he pulled out, squeezed it to choke off his orgasm and stood panting before her. 

"But. But." She stammered, his cock purple with compressed blood just out of reach. "I want it."

"Get up!" he commanded. 

"But you were so close."

"Don't ever make me repeat myself. Get up!"

She stood, maybe he was going to bend her over the tub, she thought with relief and turned to grip the rim. But he didn't move in behind her.

"Not now slut. Follow me." He walked out the door.

She grabbed a towel and dried herself as she followed behind him but he wasn't in the bedroom. 

"Back here," she heard him say from somewhere down the hall, "and move it."

She dropped the towel, trotted over the wood floor, "Where are you?" desperation starting to creep into her voice.

"Here."

She followed his voice and found it was coming from a room she'd not seen, all the way at the back of the building. When she entered, she was dumbfounded. It was a bit bigger than the bedroom but it was completely different. All black and no fine modern furniture. It was a dungeon.

"Come over here and kneel."

"What is this?"

"Ask another question, get another spanking."

She knelt before a table of sorts. It was made of thick wood, covered in red leather with all kinds of metal buckles and straps and it was on a central pillar with a kind of curved metal thing underneath. It looked like a medical exam table from the office, but red and for sex. There was a work table against the wall and other stuff.

"Open your mouth."

'Hmm... ok,' she thought, 'this is bound to be good.'

He slid back between her lips. "So you love my cock?"

"Ummm hmmm," she moaned in the affirmative, feeling marvelous and feminine with his cock in her mouth.

"That's good, because you're going to get a lot of it very soon."

"Mmmm." Super fine with her. She went back to sucking as before, like it was the best thing ever, her head spinning again, her mind racing with the potential of the room. 

After just a few trips down the length of her new idol he took it away again.

"Stand up!"

She was beginning to get the idea that things only got better when he ordered her around like this but she still didn't like the frustration part. He did something under the table and pushed down on one side and it stood upright.

"Come over here."

'Ah, I see,' she realized its purpose and stood with her back to the table.

He got inch wide leather straps and clipped them to the D-rings on her collar. Then he lifted her hands and placed them in leather cuffs at the top corners.

"Spread your legs," he said without malice. It was an instruction, no more. She did and he buckled her ankles in restraints at the bottom corners of the table.

"So you want to be my slut. Is that right Mei Chun? Or are you Jenny now?"

She figured she knew what he wanted to hear but wondered if it was permissible to carry a little Jenny with her into her new self.

"Yes, but..."

He gave her a second to think about it. It was an important moment. She would have to decide which woman she was going to be and she was thinking about it. 

He cinched the straps to her collar tight holding her neck at the center of the table.

"I won't wait forever for your answer." He walked over to the work table and brought back a riding crop.

'Oh shit,' she thought, 'this is getting serious.' She needed to answer but what was the right answer?

"Um..."

"Yes?" He toyed with her, running the strap at the end of the horse whip along the flesh of her stomach.

"Master?" It sounded so sweet the way she said it.

"Yes?"

"May I ask a question?"

"Yes?"

"I... there are... I."

"Do you want me to use this?"

"Yes." She'd meant to say no, but yes came out.

He brought the strap down on the inside of her upper arm, near her armpit. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to get her attention. He began to tap it on her nipple and around her breast.

"Um... can I? Will I be able to be part of Jenny while I am Mei Chun?"

"Which part?" His bouncing caresses of her nipples became more firm, small slaps that sent waves of a quite strange pleasure through her.

"The slut part? ..." Her eyes pleaded, "...but I'll leave the bitch part behind. The parts you hate."

"That's good Mei Chun."

He began to bring the whip down harder on her nipples, alternating between left and right.

"I'm glad you've decided. Are you going to do what I tell you Mei Chun?"

"Yes, master," she winced with the pain.

"Everything? With a glad heart?"




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 05



"Yes, master," the pain was sharp but left quickly.

"With feeling and dedication?"

"Yes, master, whatever you want." She wondered if she could skip the pain part and just get fucked into being his Mei Chun but decided that he knew best.

"I want a lot."

She was ready, dying in fact to give it all to him. To lay her burdens on him and free herself of the weight that had oppressed her. Sure, it was a weight that he had put on her but... whatever.

"Take my cock up your ass?"

"Oh yes!" The pain of his fingers in her ass sprang to mind again and her debt to him that she was eager to start paying down no matter how many installments were required.

"Suck my cock whenever I order you to?"

"Oh yes... you don't even need this stuff for that?"

"You misunderstand. This room isn't for me. I built all this for you."

"What?"

"Yes, this was storage space a week ago," his voice had lost that commanding tone for a moment.

'Oh my god,' she thought, 'this sick, crazy bastard built all this for me? That is so motherfucking sweet.' She was so touched that he would go to all this trouble just to torture her that she nearly started crying.

"Now I like your question and your answer so much, I'm going to reward you." He was back in character.

"Yes, master?" 

"Oh yes." He went back over to the table and she couldn't see what he was doing. When he returned he had a couple of things in his other hand. One was a blindfold which he slipped over her head. 

"Open your mouth," his voice was delicious.

She felt a plastic ball at her lips and lifted her teeth.

"Wider."

She thought she was cooperating but his voice made it seem like she was reluctant or hesitant. She opened wider as a proof of her surrender and felt him slip it past her teeth. She felt cold metal at the corners of her mouth as he pulled her head forward to attach it behind her. It was a gag and she wouldn't be able to talk with this ping pong ball in her mouth. She heard him retreat, his naked feet thumping gently on the wood floor.

"Since we are going all out this evening, let's not forget these."

He returned with something, clanking softly.

"I love your nipples Mei Chun. I think you'll like this. Just shake your head from side to side if it becomes too intense."

"Gutt Gizz Git?" she asked.

She felt a coldness on her left nipple.

"You've heard of nipple clamps? They crush your nipple and I'm led to believe the pain is outstanding."

She tensed her body, went on tip toes. 'Oh my. Oh this is going to hurt,' she thought as an increasing pressure became evident. It wasn't too bad at first but got uncomfortable quickly, then it became mind consuming fire on her tit.

"Ummm... Ummmm," she screamed through the gag. As much from fear as pain.

"Too much?" 

"Umm Hmm."

"Let it burn you a bit and you'll get used to it." He paused a moment to watch and admire the pain contort her lips surrounding the gag. "That's better already isn't it."

"Mmmmm." She wished she could be looking into his eyes.

"The blood in your nipple is being forced away and a numbness will set in soon."

He did the other one with the same result, then she realized the left one didn't bother her half as much as at first.

"Now let's see if we can make the slut transfer from Jenny to Mei Chun."

He began to caress her body with the whip. Long slow strokes down her torso, from face to knee caps. She could only move her hips but rather than shying away from the leather tab she leaned into it, bringing her back off the table. The sensation of the whip tracing a path down her body helped her forget the twin fires burning on her nipples.

If she could see she could brace for the impact she knew would be coming.

'Smack!'

"Uggg," she grunted, feeling the whip at her hip, then more strokes. The touch of the leather was exquisite, the pain less so.

'Smack!' This time just above her right knee. Then more stroking.

'Shit that thing really hurts!' she thought and reconsidered the whole thing for a moment. Then an idea came to her, 'That's Jenny talking.'

"We're going to whip that whore out of you Mei Chun."

"Uhhhmm."

"Is that what you want?"

"Uhhh Huummm," Which, translated, meant, 'Oh fuck yes. Whip that bitch out of me. Make me clean.'

'Smack!'

'Oh shit that one hurt.' Right on the bottom of her right breast. 'Shit!'

"There is so much whore inside you this is going to take more than one treatment." He was lightly petting the hair over her pussy as he said it.

'Smack!' This one not as hard on her hip.

He moved his body in close, his hard cock pressing her belly as he pushed his body into hers.

'Oh Jesus, so warm. So romantic.'

"When I'm gentle it's for Mei Chun. When I'm cruel it's for Jenny." He was kissing her neck above the collar that held her. His chest against hers. He smelled her. For some reason him smelling her like that aroused her spectacularly. So intimate, him breathing her inside of himself. 

'Oh how great it would be if he knelt and smelled my pussy!'

He licked her collar bone then her armpit. "Mei is sweet." 'Kiss - Smack!' on the outside of her calf. "Jenny is a bitch." He stepped back, withdrawing his warmth from her.

'This is so fucking hot I can't take it,' she thought, just as the next slap came on her thigh, inside, near her labia.

"Ouch, fuck!"

'Punishment,' she thought, 'love and punishment.' They had always been contradictions to her, mutually exclusive. One didn't punish the thing one loved, not in her world. One spoiled the thing they loved, indulged, excused, rewarded. But now Philip was punishing her. Or was he punishing Jenny for being the cold hearted whore she was. Then, simultaneous with the next slap on her tender thigh she felt an odd sort of snap in her mind and a disorientation commence. It was like that odd camera effect where the view of the actress in the foreground zooms closer while the background speeds away, she saw herself as Mei Chun and in the background was Jenny screaming in pain and protest. Mei Chun knew the pain was for Jenny and she was welcome to it, the sharp jolts of ecstasy were for Mei who relished them.

"Is that Jenny I hear cursing? There's so much whore to remove," he said again. "I need to whip Jenny into submission, don't I Mei Chun?" His voice was firm and not at all creepy, which, given what he was saying, surprised and comforted her.

She nodded without thinking. 'Whip her... Whip her!'

'Smack!' 'Smack!' Right on her nipples, the clamps shaking in a shower of sparkling pain.

"AAAhhhh!" 'Oh my god! Yes!' The pain was his love for her, just as he said, and it pierced her flesh like bee stings and brought tears to her eyes. Then she felt the clamp removed and warmth of his mouth enveloped her tit. She felt his hand on her pussy lips. Her mind screamed, 'Oh fuck! Goddamn that feels so good!'

"Jesus Mei Chun, you are wet."

'Oh god... oh god, keep doing that. Holy mother.' The tips of her tits were on fire, she felt the blood rush back to the tip of her breast and a million pinpricks scourge her nipple but his tongue was inverting the flame into beautiful ecstasy. His warm soft mouth sucked gently and his tongue made slow circles over her nipples. She gyrated her hips into his hand, felt his fingers against the core of her desire.

'Good god I'm going to come. Whip me one more time! More cleansing whipping! More heavenly sucking!'

"You're such a good girl Mei Chun. So warm and caring and lovely. I'm going to enjoy you."

Half of her mind screamed, 'I'm going to fuck you till you are dead motherfucker!' while the other half melted at his words like a third hand caressing her soul.

She focused on his hand gently, slowly, lovingly part her lips and circle round and round her pussy. Too slowly but just right. Too soft but still just right. A gentle keening came from behind the gag as strings of spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her. 

'Oh my god. Oh my god. So... Fuck... just harder... harder and faster please... just fucking... Oh my god just make me come.' But still it was slow and light and so wonderful. Her need grew with each rotation, each soft caress.

He stepped back but still touched her.

'Smack!' Another one to the outside thigh, above the knee. 

'Yes!' She was thanking him. 

'Smack!' This one on her belly.

'Fucking beat me like you love me!'

'Smack!' This one right on her mound that caused her to jerk.

'Jesus!'

"Something more I think and he stepped away for a moment."

'Fuck, don't go, don't go... Fuck! You bastard!' She was trying to rub her knees together but couldn't. She was so goddamn close.

He returned and reattached the nipple clamp again, adding weights or something because this time the pull on them was heavier. It was exquisitely painful and, like an elevator, took her higher.

"You're almost finished for this round Mei Chun. Hold on while I convince Jenny it's time to leave."

"Ummh guggggal," she said and nodded her head vigorously again, panting like she'd been held underwater, her stomach muscles contracting, her nose whistling, drool in long strings dangling from the corners of her mouth. She was agonizingly sensitive. Her body was consumed by sensation and her mind was full of thoughts and emotions, dread and desire. She was so alive, her need so ripe.

The tracing of the leather tab transfixed her mind as she felt it run along her breasts, knock into the weights, and then the whip end left her body and she anticipated and longed for the strike.

'Smack!' Right on her mound, a millimeter from her clitoral hood. Then, his command. "Come!"

'Oh yes! Thank you... god, thank you!'

'Smack!' Now on her clit and the contractions started. It was just too much.

'Oh fuck. I'm coming!' The pain and pleasure fused into an indistinguishable amalgamation. 

'Smack! Smack! Smack!' Like bullets hitting her clit, they impacted her flesh, ricocheted around her body, each accompanied by sparks in her vision.

'Smack! Smack! Smack!' 

"Ohhhnmmm, Ohhhnmmm, Ohhhnmmm" The grunts and wailing erupted out of her as her body spasmed. Her knees shook, threatening to give way. She leaned forward, arching her back off the leather table, looking for him or at least the sting of the crop. She clinched every muscle as the pressure of the clamps came off her nipples, the wave of relief kicking her orgasm into high gear. She was high, so high, rolling and churning inside the heat and the helplessness of it.

Then her knees finally buckled, the weight of her body being taken up by the collar and the cuffs. 

"Yes, Mei Chun, yes honey, I'm here, Mei Chun. I'm here. He kissed her, short loving touches of his lips as she hung by her wrists, her orgasm rolled on. "I'm here baby, keep coming for me."

She felt his hands caress her pussy, gently as before and she did, she obeyed and kept coming with the new tender sensation. His fingers, his warmth was all she could feel, all that existed in the universe. His heart, his words and his touch.

He felt her muscles spasm uncontrollably and he slid a finger inside her. Her head shot back as he reached into her, new grunts and moans vibrated her torso. 

"Feel that Mei Chun. Feel me inside you."

That did it. 'This just wasn't fair,' she thought. Suddenly she was as light as a leaf falling from a tree.

Even more intensely her pussy gripped the second finger entering her, thrusting so gently, slowly but irresistibly inside of her. 

'He is in me!' 

With each new crashing of her being against his fingers she felt something grow stronger with in her. Something unknown and appalling. With each thrust inside of her it grew, with each mashing of his thumb against her clit, sparks flying, it emerged from the fog within her. She recognized it. It was love.

The realization broke on her just as she heard his voice at her ear. Just the simple words tenderly repeated with each push inside her, 'I love you Mei Chun, I love you Mei Chun.'

Like the dawn over a mountain top, she saw it clear and bright. Philip was the one. The one that wouldn't be intimidated by her. The one who loved her enough to treat her like the whore she was. Who loved her enough to blackmail and beat her. The one who saw the love inside her that she was seeing now for the first time.

There was peace amidst the turmoil of pushing fingers and waves of contracting muscles. The calm that descended on her was like a white out in a snow storm. 'I'm lost,' the thought occurred to her but with no apprehension. 'I'm lost but he will find me. And when he does I will be new. I will be his princess. He will love me because he has cleaned me and made me love him.'

She was now totally his. She would worship him, completely submit to his will and everything he wanted from her was his, to be presented freely and with pride.

Abruptly, her revelation completed, her mind cleared and her body's sensations replaced her thoughts. Still in the midst of her orgasm, she shook her head violently from side to side. Screaming at the top of her lungs, drool pouring from her mouth.

Philip got the signal, afraid she was cramping or in real pain. He lent her head forward and quickly undid the gag, removed the mask and threw them aside.

"Mei Chun!? Are you hurt?"

She tried to stand. He helped lift her. She looked into his eyes and, her voice a croak, said, "Fuck me right now or I leave here and never come back. Fuck me now goddamit Philip or I swear..."

He silenced her with a kiss and she began to cry. He began to undo the cuffs but she struggled clear of his lips and said, "No... leave them. Just put the table down and please, I am begging you goddamit. Please, please, please fuck me!"

In haste he laid the table near enough to horizontal, climbed onto it and entered her in one slow smooth glide.

"Oh god... yes... oh my... god, you're so thick. Oh my... uuuhhhhh" The words transitioned to a whaling moan.

Hot tears flowed as he thrust into her. She kept mumbling, 'Love, fuck, love, fuck." in an nearly unrecognizable gibbering. Then, "I love you, Philip," again and again. "I love you fuck, keep fucking me! I love you, Philip. You bastard."

His heart was tearing as he realized the breakthrough had come.

She struggled to wrap her arms around him but cherished the restraint, being controlled by him, being held down by him, totally subject to his power. Her orgasms started almost right away, great heaves of the ocean she was both riding on and was a part of. They came in swells, like sets of waves, three or four would lift her and let her down then another set would come and carry her higher. Nothing was ever like this. Just the simple fucking Philip was doing, slow steady, yeomanlike fucking was never like this. It seemed it could go on forever. One contraction after another lurching contraction of every muscle in her body, then utter relaxation. Then she would focus again on this, the first real man in her life, pushing her apart, filling her, owning her and it set them starting again.

Philip had heard of multi-orgasmic women but this was ridiculous. He'd been inside her for five minutes and every one of them had her tensing up, shivering and gripping his cock like she was trying to suck him with her pussy. A minute of quiet and then another one. This domination thing really has its merits, he decided. But he knew what the real reason was and it warmed him throughout. She was feeling love for the first time.

"Uhh, Philip. God it's beautiful," she said as she starred at the black ceiling over his shoulder. She was limp and crying, then went rigid, eyes clamping as another orgasm paralyzed her and lifted her higher. "God what a man!" Then more lolling and moaning, "Fuck me Philip, just like this until I die."

She didn't move. She just lie there receiving him. Each thrust was like the piston in a hydraulic car jack, pushing her higher. It wasn't fast, and it wasn't slow; just regular and steady. Thick at the opening, thick halfway along, thick in her belly. The rhythm, slow and methodical was just as consuming as the sensation. He never varied the pace, always on the razor's edge of maddeningly slow and pounding too fast.

About ten minutes into it, in the midst of an orgasm that was longer and more drawn out than any she'd experienced in her life as a whore, she felt her mind fade away. What followed existed in a realm outside of time. It was just movement and sound and Phillip dominating her body. She lost control, entirely lost control, like she had handed over the game controller of her very self, and laid back to watch the action. She knew he was thrusting, heard his grunts and words of affection, but they didn't penetrate, they just washed through her.

She thought to herself, like someone else was talking, 'Now this is getting fucked silly. I didn't realize it all that time but I was a virgin until now.'

Philip had struggled past her first few orgasms, biting his tongue to keep from coming. Now his cock was sufficiently desensitized that he could keep this pace. He felt a moral responsibility to keep her bumping along on this ecstasy hayride as long as he could. If she would just stop groaning and moving her head back and forth he might be able to last another twenty minutes, maybe longer.

He started laughing in flabbergastic amazement each time she came. Like clockwork she went rigid, held her breath, struggled a bit in her restraints and then, with a puff of air, went slack. After the third time he decided to count the thrusts. Forty-four. Then on the second count, fourty-four. For some absolutely unknowable reason every forty-forth time she came. He started speaking the count aloud, just for the hell of it, and like Pavlov's dog, she came on 'forty-four'.

This was the most fun he'd ever had but he was getting tired. She'd been semi-comatose for at least ten minutes, in a kind of orgasmic oblivion. What was the point of continuing? But he continued. When would this ever happen again?

He spoke to her. "Mei Chun. Are you there honey."

No coherent reply was forthcoming.

"Mei Chun, honey?"

Nothing, but this time her eyes opened just before she came.

"Philip," she said, spoken weakly.

"How are you doing honey?"

"Philip. Fuck..." Her eyes looked lost, unfocused and drugged. "How are you... oh fuck... what..."

"You're going to come again honey, this time really big."

"Tell me when."

He figured she was in a sort of hypnotic trance and he said, "When I say a number."

Her moaning resumed and he counted but intentionally mixed up the numbers. Seven, fourteen, thirty-five, thirty-nine, forty-nine, forty-seven, forty-two... She didn't seem to hear him until he said, 'forty-four' and she went tight, bucked her hips bouncing both of them off the table and started pulling at the cuffs and huffing.

"Stop," she said when she went slack again.

"What's that Mei Chun?"

"Stop," as weak as a kitten.

Hmmm... stop or not to stop?

"I can't take it."

He had more experimentation on the agenda. What a spectacular opportunity, not to be wasted.

He said, "I love you Mei Chun. I'm going to say a number honey?"

"I love you Philip."

"Forty-four." And sure enough she came on command and he just couldn't fucking believe it. 

"God don't, I'm going insane."

"One more thing honey." 

He started to believe her, maybe this wasn't healthy but just one more thing. Each time he reached the end of his thrust, deep inside her, he said in a whisper close to her ear, "forty-four." He sped up his tempo for the first time in forty minutes. With each new faster thrust he said louder, "forty-four."

She writhed, spasmed, bounced her head against the padded table, the grunting never ceasing, in this protracted orgasm. It went on for three, or four, minutes until finally her movements and groans began to subside. He kept chanting and she kept coming. But he'd finally reached his limit.




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 05



"Mei Chun, I'm going to come in you."

That got her attention.

She murmured something. 

"What?" he said, thrusting reliably onward.

She lifted her head, struggled to make herself understood. "In... my... mouth."

'God what a girl,' he thought and decided she deserved another few before finished and picked up the pace again.

As his tempo rose he said, "God Mei Chun I love you... you are such a good little slut!"

"Yes," she croaked, "Fuck."

He was pounding with all his might, his hips slapping into hers, his balls slapping against her ass, the wet sound filling the chamber. 

"I love you, forty-four, come, forty-four, come!"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes." This time her eyes went wide, her body seized into a plank and he quickly pulled out, shuffled forward on the table and started spurting on her face, her mouth opening just in time to get the last couple of dollops of his cum. And then she collapsed into unconsciousness.

While she was out he climbed down and began marveling at the experience. No one would ever believe it. It was impossible.

He undid the restraints and as he walked back to the kitchen for a bottle of water, a bowl and cloth he considered her reaction. He'd heard of triggers before but nothing like this. He'd have to contact the psych professor from Columbia and run it by him.

She was still out cold when he returned and he bathed her body. He got a towel and a blanket from behind the couch and covered her and sat on the bench of whips and gags, looking at her. 

It was twenty minutes before she stirred. He picked her up and took her to bed. It was eleven thirty.

In bed she made a three quarter recovery, regained the power of speech but didn't talk for quite a while. She just looked at him, looked into those eyes, not comprehending what happened. He wanted her to speak first and patiently waited, stroking her body.

"What was that?" she finally said.

"I don't know."

"No, really. What was that?"

He sort of laughed, "Unbelievably fun."

She gripped his hand, "No! No it wasn't fun it was... it was..." she was upset that he was being trivial. "It was religious, holy, it was sacred." Her eyes were vivid and fierce, her grip on his forearm hurt him.

"Ok... ok." She was freaking him out.

"I think I saw God," she said with awe in her voice.

"Jesus," he said.

"No... the other one... the boss."

"You're scaring me."

"Do you have any idea how many times I came? Because I lost count after, like number three."

"No."

"What did you do to me?" That urgent look still in her eye.

"Nothing," he said, defensive for the first time, "I didn't do anything."

She grabbed his cock, looked at it and let go.

"Seems normal enough," then remembering it was attached to him, "I mean it's great, but it's not like gold and glowing like some magic idol."

"No, regular enough."

She downed the water, still looking into those green pools of his.

"I am so totally fucking in love with you, Philip."

He basked in the words.

"You can officially start the six month clock but you're not going to need it. I am so going to be your slave. Just please fuck me like that again. But not for a while."

"Mei Chun, this is your birthday."

She started crying and he leaned in to hold her and they held the embrace, crying together.

After twenty minutes or so, he turned off the light, spooned in behind her and they went to sleep, but not before Mei Chun said, "Slide inside me again, Philip. I want you to come inside me."



From Jenny to Mei Ch. 06



She dreamt of the ocean: impossibly wide, warm and placid. She floated along its surface — sea, sky and sun were the whole world. The gentle susurrations of the swells calmed her, rocked her, rejuvenated her. The elements were her dream's symbols for the peace and contentment that filled her. 

Consciousness found her at 7:05. She woke, slid silently out of bed, took the collar from the nightstand and showered quickly. Naked, she made coffee, struggling to think how to make breakfast. 

She knew how to make an omelet, sort of. It was stirred up eggs in a pan with some stuff like cheese and vegetables inside. So she got out some likely looking items from the fridge and set to work prepping them. Like they do on TV, she broke the eggs into one bowl, ham diced in another, scallions chopped in a third. She could make toast but there was no more bread. 

Philip had quite different dreams. Dreams of classrooms and unknown classmates, of wandering through unfamiliar halls, late to an exam. 

His first thought, when the alarm woke him, was of her and how he didn't have the will to douse her with water. 

She heard the alarm and brought the coffee. 

"Good morning Master Philip!" she said, with a cheer in her voice that startled him.

"You're up? Good. Good morning Mei Chun."

She put the cup on the nightstand and crawled into bed with him, covering his face with kisses. He returned them and in a few moments she stuffed him inside her, rocking on him gently, kissing sweetly.

With her palms on his shoulders, she said, "Do you have any idea what you've done?" a beguiling devilish grin shining on her face. 

He took a sip of coffee. "No. What have I done?" he smiled back. 

"A Mei Chun in love is something the world has never seen."

"Is the world ready for such a phenomenon?" He put the cup down. 

"Are you? I don't think so."

He let the weight of both breasts settle in his palms. "Is this how you'll exact you're revenge?"

"So you figured it out? You're smarter than you look."

"So you think you can fuck me to death?"

"I'm going to try."

"Who's in charge?"

She stopped mid-cantor, looked him dead in the eye, "You so own me," she said, bent down to suck his tongue for a moment and started up again. They beamed at each other. 

"By the way, what happened to me last night?"

"I have no idea. It surpasses human understanding." He squeezed her breasts. 

"I think I, and I really mean this, I think I lost my mind."

"It seemed like it to me."

"I remember everything, I think?"

He hoped there was one thing she didn't recall, but he'd test her on it later.

"Tell me."

"Yes, master." She groaned as she said it, maneuvering his cock to rub that magic spot within her. "That whip, you just kept hitting with it and every time it made me pulse with, like, this, um, flaming ecstasy. I don't know... Oh, damn, oh that's the spot... how to say it."

He looked at his cock disappearing into her, slathered in her wetness. Her inner lips dragged into her on the up stroke. At moments like this he yearned to stop time. 

"I had no idea. I knew some sick people liked it but I always thought they were crazy. I mean, who likes to get whipped?"

"You do, I guess."

"Yeah, right, I mean, who knew?"

"You'll discover a lot of new things about yourself, Mei, in the coming weeks."

"I love it when you call me that." She whipped her hair around to get it out of her face. "Anal orgasms, whipping orgasms, what other kind are there?"

He didn't answer.

"Don't tell me, I don't want to know. Surprise me. Pinch my nipples a bit." And then she added, "Please."

He gave both a nice firm squeeze and pull.

"Oh fuck," she groaned, "I'm a hopeless slut."

"My hopeless slut, Mei."

"Oh, you've got that right. I am so your hopeless slut. Now what are you going to do for your slave?"

"You seem to be doing fine, judging by the juice dripping down on my balls."

"Does my wetness please you, master?"

"Yes." He thrust up inside her as he said it, brushing her cervix.

"Oh!... careful. Mmmm." Even that short sharp pain was pleasure. "Was that the sexist sentence ever?"

"Which one?" he smiled, toying with her.

"Does my wetness please you, master? I just thought it up. I like it."

"You might as well know that it's the thing I like most about sex, other than the female orgasm."

"Oh, I'm a big fan too, the orgasm part. You might like this too." She moved her feet flat beside his hips, squatting, her hands now behind his neck. 

"Don't you get tired doing that?"

"What this? Dick squats?"

"You've got a name for it?"

"Don't you watch porn?" She said with mock disappointment.

"Asian cowgirl?"

"Right. Good boy. Like it?"

"Fucking love it."

"Do the rules against cussing ...?"

"No. None of your rules apply to me."

"Right." She lifted the skin over her mound taught to give him a better view. 

"Why?" he asked.

"Because you're the master."

"Right." 

She was ok with that. 

"So you like when my pussy is dripping wet?"

"More than life itself."

"Hmm good. Oh damn, you've got a great thick cock, Philip. Really, just the right size."

"You say that to all the guys."

"I never complemented a guy's cock, never. Anyway you meant Jenny."

"Yeah. Do you feel her around?"

"Just the slut part."

She slowed her ride on the pogo stick into a kind of dance, a slow lifting until his head was just visible then a dramatic glide back down and a little wiggle at the bottom. Her hand reached around and stroked his balls before she resumed the pattern. 

"More about last night," he said. 

"Where do I start. The blindfold was just cruel. I wanted to see you. And the gag was intolerable, drooling all over myself, I felt so dirty. But the nipple clamps... God. It was such torture. You wouldn't know but I guess it would be like getting your balls crushed or something. It really, really hurt."

"Don't want me to use them again?"

She looked at him like he was stupid. 

"I didn't think so," he said, grinning.

Her smile turned to a kind of grimace. She was entering stage two, where she could vaguely make out the orgasm in the distance and get some idea of its intensity. 

"I didn't say I didn't like it. It's just so effing painful. Then when you sucked my tit it was like the most beautiful feeling ever. Like all of that pain turned instantly into the most exquisite pleasure I've ever felt."

She couldn't maintain this slow tempo any more and sped things up. She put her hands back on his shoulders, her hair falling over his face. She looked under herself to see, her head bumping his, likewise enjoying the same perspective. 

She grunted and moaned at the pleasure of stuffing him inside.

"Can I cuss please?"

"Yes."

"Fucking hell Philip. Look at my pussy swallow your... Fuck that is so hot."

"Ugghh yes. That's enough."

"What?" She thought he wanted her to stop moving, so she did.

"Why did you...?"

"You told me to."

"No, I meant stop cussing. Keep fucking me for god's sake."

"Oh, ok, but let me try this. I think you'll like it." She whipped a leg over his head and spun around on his cock and faced his feet. She looked back at him while she withdrew, rubbed the head on her gaping hole and engulfed him again. 

"Oh fuck," he said and she smiled. Feeling his lust warmed her. 

It was a glorious site, his cock entering her this way, her tight handful sized ass cheeks spread, her wet lips gripping him, her hair swishing to and fro along her back and that beautiful smile beaming at him. The little dimples above her hips were mesmerizing. 

"Wow I love your cock, Philip. Oh, mmmm. It's hard as a diamond."

"Like diamonds, do you?"

"Not as much as this." She began a chant of 'Mmm yes, mmm yes,' with a few, 'Oh god's' for variety's sake. 

"What else do you remember?"

"Coming when you hit my pussy and collapsing on the table and then your fingers inside me."

"You were so wet."

"It was... incredible. Your power. Then you fucking me. I kind of loose track from there, like I passed out or something. I just remember coming over and over again. It seemed like forever. Like a new kind of torture. It was the best sex of my life."

"Mine too."

"Really?" She sounded surprised and delighted. "Really? Tell me about it please, master." The idea that she was his best made pride well up inside her. 

"Yeah, I'd never seen a woman come like that. Great for my ego. I mean you just kept coming like, every minute, tensing up like a cat stretching and you started shaking and then you'd go limp."

"I remember you kept the same maddening rhythm the whole time. Like you were a grandfather clock, in-out, tick-tock, in-out, tick-tock."

"Complaint or observation?" he asked, toying with her asshole with the tip of his middle finger, meeting it on each of her downstrokes.

"Complaint? Idiot! You fuck me into nirvana, ruin me for any other guy, make me come continuously for, what an hour? And you ask if it's a complaint?" She turned half around, stopped moving, reached back for his hand and brought it up to her lips. "Let me wet that for you," she said as she sucked his finger, licking it while mouthing his knuckle.

"Now please master, stick it up your little slut's ass," she said as she turned around and leaned forward, arching her back, making a bullseye of her asshole. 

He'd never been one for anal sex before. First it was part of the humiliation but now it felt right and he kept thinking about shoving his cock in that incredibly tight hole. He twisted it just inside, wondering at the feel of the circular muscle that grabbed at the tip of his finger. 

"I'm going to fuck you here tonight, Mei, if you're a good girl at the center today."

'Oh my,' she thought, 'that is something to work for.' She said, "Mmmm, I've never had one there. Deeper, please master. All the way in." She looked back into those living green eyes, like phospholuminescent algae. "Is that a promise or threat?"

"They're the same. You know you are forgetting something from last night."

"Yes I know. I'm not ready to talk about it."

"Talk or I spank you." 

She hesitated, trying to get his finger further in.

"Well?" he said. 

"I'm thinking. Anyway, I don't think, don't spank me please, I don't think we have time to go into the whole thing properly before the taxi gets here."

"Talk in Chinese." 

"But you don't speak Chinese." 

"Yeah, that way you can say whatever you want." 

'Shit, he is so smart.'

"Hǎo bā. Hǎo zhǔyì (Ok. Good idea)." So she started to talk in a non-stop stream, telling how she loved him and recounting last night in exhaustive detail, each sentence in her native tongue, interrupted with moans and exclamations. She told him about how it dawned on her that the strange, unnerving emotion that was so clear, must be love. How it felt a lot like loneliness but the exact opposite. How the yearning for him was love's primary component and her desire to please him was a command that came from deep within her.

She appreciated the freedom it gave her to talk to him without him understanding a word and it was so sweet of him to let her jibber away like this. He didn't have to. She also thought it was very clever of him. He was making her vocalize her feelings to herself first so that they would take hold. She was forming a commitment in her own mind as she reviewed last night's epiphany. That was much more important than hearing her nervously admit to her feelings for him. 'He's a genius,' she thought, 'really knows what he's doing.'

She told him how she loved him because how he cared for her when she was at her weakest, how those eyes of his burned with hunger and how he fucked her without mercy. Then she felt what must have been his index finger try to join his middle one. And realized with a start that her orgasm was close upon her.

She switched back into English. "Ouch, wow that hurts... a little slower please honey." She bit her lower lip against the pain.

He paused a bit now that the tips of both fingers were just inside her little ring and slid them in and out gently.

"You better make me come or I'll miss my ride."

"Fuck the taxi. I'll take you there myself."

"Remember I said you'd have to have a magic cock to make me fall in love with you?"

"Yeah."

"Well you've got one. Now push 'em in a bit more."

She sped up her rocking on him, taking him all the way down, just till his cock brushed her cervix and then back out until she would nearly let it fall out, then back down. This feeling was so spectacular. Being filled, widened and taken possession of by his cock. Then, simultaneously being invaded in the ass like this was just mind blowing.

"I'm really close baby."

"Yes Mei. You can come."

"Oh thanks, but I meant, I'm really close."

Then he realized what she was saying. He sped up his hand as she started a continual humming. Then he aimed one for her left cheek, missed the timing and smacked her on her flank.

"Ow!"

"Sorry, I was aiming lower."

"Try again."

'Smack!' Damn if it wasn't in the exact same spot. He felt embarrassed.

"Ow shit!" she looked back at him with a sharp look in her eye. "Are you trying to fuck this up?" 

"Sorry baby," then he remembered who he was supposed to be. "Hey, shut the fuck up slut. If I want to hit you on your back you'll fucking like it."

"Yes, master, but my ass please."

'Smack!' This time he got it right and her pussy and ass clamped down on him.

"Oh fuck yes," she said, as confused as ever as to why it felt so good. "Spank me again!"

Five more blows, five more contractions, then one long grab at his cock, a twenty second series of spasms and she went limp, falling forward, her face between his feet. 'So good, so goddamn good,' she thought while savoring the orgasm.

'Wow,' he thought, 'no need for the magic number.'

"Wǒ de tiān!" she said.

"What's that mean? Chinese sounds sexy."

"It means 'oh my god,' and when you've got your dick in a girl any language she speaks is sexy."

"Good point."

"I better go," she said after a minute's recovery. 

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

She looked back, still with his cock inside of her, gently stroking her ass.

"Didn't you come?"

"Not yet."

'Wow,' she thought, 'stamina too!'

"Let me do it," she said and moved forward, letting him pop out. She patted the mattress in front of her and he got the message. 

He stood before her on the floor, cock in hand and she said, "Give it to me rough."

He did, she loved it, especially the way he grabbed her hair and pushed into her throat. 

He came, she swallowed, catching the bit on her chin and guiding it back to her mouth with her finger as she got up to get dressed. 

'Mmmm, I never had a taste for it before but I'm starting to like it. Disgusting in a way that makes my head spin.'

##########

At about three Sarah called Philip to talk.

"Phil, what did you do to this girl?"

He hadn't expected the accusatory tone of voice.

"Be more specific. Something wrong with Mei Chun?"

There was a crash and crying in the background. "Ah, I have to call you back, or better, meet me after work."

"Where?"

"Wherever. There is a coffee shop downstairs from my place, remember it?"

"Yeah. What time?"

"Six. Gotta go." She hung up and he looked at the phone. He had time to go by Mei's house and pick up some things for her. He texted Mei the combination for the door and attached a key lock to the outside door knob. He wrote a note. 

'Great job today. I wish I could be here to feed you but I've been called out. You'll find sandwich stuff in the fridge or eat whatever you like. Use this now and I'll be back around eight.'

He put the note on a chair he had pulled in front of the door so she wouldn't miss it when she came in. He put a box on the note, put her collar on the back of the chair, took her keys and left. 

At her apartment he threw some clothes in a bag, got some items from the bathroom, took her hitachi from the bedroom and left. On his way to meet Sarah he stopped by a post office.

##########

Sarah was waiting in the coffee shop in a quiet back corner reading a magazine.

"Sorry I'm late," he said. It was 6:15. 

"So you're blackmailing her?" she said instead of 'Hi.'

"Yeah." He sat down across from her. "Does someone come for orders or do you have to go to the counter?"

"Do you want to explain yourself before or after I call the police?"

"It's not like that. She's..."

"... What? You have her consent to blackmail? Is that it?"

"Yeah, kinda. Anyway you're over reacting."

"I'm under reacting."

"You're jealous."

"I'm not jealous."

"We'll one of us is wrong but it's alright. I'm flattered, really."

"We had lunch together and a long talk. You seemed to have brainwashed her in two days."

"More like a week."

"What are you doing to this girl, Phil?"

He realized he liked Philip better. 

"I'm helping her to change. She wouldn't have come within five miles of the center a week ago. Now how is she doing?"

"That's not the..."

"... Yes it is. How is she with Jerome?"

"She's fantastic. A natural. She really takes a lot of time and has remarkable patience with them, especially Jerome."

"Did she tell you the kind of person she was before?"

"That's just the brainwashing."

"No. She is changing. Was she better today than yesterday?"

"Yes, less afraid, but yesterday was her first time."

"What did she say? I think I know but tell me."

"She told me she was a complete bitch before meeting you. That she used guys for everything she could, then left them when they got emotionally attached."

"Um hm. That's right. And now?"

"The sun shines out of your ass."

"Listen, Sarah, I like Mei Chun, and I wouldn't do anything to hurt her."

"She told me you whipped her with a riding crop last night," she said in a tone that could either mean frustration or disgust. 

"How did her eyes look when she said it?"

She thought back to the conversation with Mei, and did remember a peculiar shine in her eyes. "That's the brainwashing," she said again.

"Technically it's not brainwashing, I'm just showing her her true self, and letting her make the decision if she wants to change or not."

"By threatening to send out emails of her naked? Wipe out her diploma? Get her on the most wanted list?"

He gestured as if to show it was inconsequential. "How long have you known me Sarah?"

"Ten years I guess. And I know what you're going to say. That question is always a prompting for trust based on past experience. But you've never done something like this before, unless I'm mistaken." She waited for a confirmation and when he shook his head she continued. "So before today I would have never thought you could do it."

"She's free to leave at any time."

"Will you send out the emails and ruin her life?"

"Depends. So do I go get the coffee?"

"Drink mine."

"Uh... I hate Splenda." He saw a girl with an apron approaching and settled back down. "Listen, she has made really remarkable progress. I'm sure she told you that and it's not brainwashing — not really. I'm showing her the kind of woman she can be if she stops focusing on herself and starts dedicating herself to others." He turned to the cute girl in the apron and ordered coffee. "She's been great for Jerome and if I'm not mistaken she'll be one of your best volunteers very soon."

"I don't know, Phil, are you abusing her?"

"I did but that's mostly over with and I'm liberating her from the bitch she used to be. Ask her yourself."

"Oh she was all on about how bad she was and how much she wants to love you and all that but how do I know you didn't just put that in her mind."

"If you read her emails you'd know. Anyway, what are you complaining about? So far I've done nothing to her except for some exceedingly mild domination and hacked her computer. In exchange for that she is starting to look outside of herself and see the needs of other people. She's growing Sarah. Just be patient and you'll see."




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 06



They continued like this until his coffee came, Sarah calming down, letting the trust she had in him replace the shock at what she'd heard Mei Chun say at lunch. 

"So you like her? She's good for the kids?" he asked. 

"Yeah, I like her, she's sweet and she is so good with the kids, Jerome especially." Sarah looked down at his spoon resting on the table in front of his mug. She returned to the topic that really interested her, the real reason she was here. "She thinks you have a magic cock. Asked me all kinds of questions about our times together. Oh, and thanks for telling how I got through school."

"She was feeling she was a fraud, so I told her a bit of your background. Pissed?"

"No. Not really, just don't do it again. My boyfriend found out."

"No! Shit. Mitch? How did he take it."

"He took it on the lamb. I am now an ex fiancé."

"Oh Jesus Sarah. I am sorry, how?"

"Some stupid fuck recognized me from years ago and came up and started talking at the bar we were at and just went on about how I sucked cock better than any other escort he'd been with and all that. Dumb fucking drunk just blurted it all out."

"What did you do?"

"I slapped him and got out of there, pretending to be indignant. Anyway, Mitch got it out of me the next day. Said he could take the truth."

"And?"

"Nope... couldn't handle it."

"Ah, I'm sorry. His loss."

"Yeah, thanks. You know, maybe I should just have you blackmail some guy I want."

"Hmmm...." He wondered if it would work with a guy.

"I'm joking! Anyway, back to Jenny."

"I call her Mei Chun now."

"That's what she said but you told me a week ago it was Jenny."

"Yeah, well, it's sort of persona transplanting. I use Jenny to hold all of the undesirable characteristics and imbue Mei Chun with all the positive ones and try to get her to transfer identity to Mei."

"Does that really work?"

"Yeah. It's really that simple. Just destroy the old persona and let the new one live." His coffee came and he drank some.

"So you're Frankenstein?"

"Kinda. But the results are better."

"She's a great girl. I see why you like her. Cute, and she's got some sass."

"That's the remnant of bitch. I'm going to keep that. And she wants to stay a slut."

"Nice, good for you."

"You really do sound jealous."

"Why didn't you blackmail me?"

"I would have loved to."

"And?"

"I didn't know you wanted me like that."

"As a master? To get tied up and whipped and fucked into oblivion? What girl wouldn't?"

"Shit Sarah. All you had to do was ask. Had you given me some indication a month ago it would be you with my handprint on her ass."

"I was going to marry a guy a month ago."

The conversation puttered to a halt. They drank their coffee, Sarah looked a bit contemplative and somewhat wistful.

"So it's working?"

"Yes. Better than I'd ever dreamt possible. It's still early days yet but I think the results will be spectacular."

He got up to go. 

She said, "Well, if it doesn't work out, you know, you could blackmail me."

He lent over and gave her a kiss. "I love you Sarah."

##########

Mei returned at 5:30, fumbled with the locks and code, and just wanted to crash on the sofa and watch TV. But what she found when she opened the door made her feel better. It was a sweet note from Philip and box with an enema preparation inside. She was disappointed Philip wasn't home with dinner like last night. But her thrill at the prospect of another reward for good deeds done was bubbling inside her like a just opened soda.

She stripped off her clothes at the door, found her collar hanging on the chair and put it on. In the bathroom, which is where she figured an enema should be done, she read the instructions. It basically said stick the pointy end of the bottle in your ass and squeeze it all in. When you feel the urge to shit is urgent, do it. The instructions showed a guy on his knees, face on the floor, head bent to the side, so she got a towel, got on her knees and elbows, wet her ass with some spit, took the little brown top off and stuck it in. She had no idea how long it would take but she knelt there for what felt like ten minutes after squeezing the whole bottle inside her and thought perhaps she got a dud or something. She thought about what position she should be in when Philip came home. How some cuffs that bound her wrists to her thighs would look so sexy. Then an unmistakable signal registered with her brain and she got to the toilet just in time.

She showered, feeling really pretty good. For the first time in her life she stuck a finger, then two in her ass just to loosen it up a bit, Philip did have an unusually thick cock after all. She thought of him, his thick cock pushing inside her, past this ring of muscle and considered rubbing her clit and come. Then she remembered his prohibition against unauthorized orgasm and decided to wait. It wasn't that she couldn't get away with it, she wanted to be obedient. 

She toweled off, put the collar back on, she felt naked without it now, and roamed around the apartment. She quickly realized he didn't have a TV. 'Who doesn't have a TV?' she thought. She went to a computer hoping to check email or watch something online but his main computer was locked with a password, of course, and the other computers were all in pieces.

She started to examine his work area and noticed a thumb drive. It had masking tape with her name written on it.

'Hmm,' she thought, 'this must be all the data he has on me. If I take this I might be free, I might even be able to take it to the cops as proof.'

Instantly she felt bad, guilty, treacherous. That was Jenny thinking, she knew. She put the drive down, assuming that he must have a backup on the computer or even squirreled away online somewhere. He's too smart to just leave it here for her to see. But then again, wouldn't it be safer to keep in on this quickly disposable little drive. If something happened he could just flush it down the toilet.

She hated thinking like this. Since he began to fuck up her life she realized that it was just what she needed. Frightening, to be sure but like going off to college, she knew that what he was doing for her was just the radical break in her life she needed. Anyway, he said six months and if she were going to get fucked like this for six months then she'd beg for six more. 

No one had made her feel love before. None of the guys who fell for her had cared enough about her to wrench it out of her. They were always interested in how love made them feel, not how to find it in her. Plus Philip was so different than any man she'd known. He was smart, confident, so good at being boss. He was irresistible, and quite literally so. Not only would she be unable to resist him because of all the horrible things that he would do to her but because he was, when he wanted to be, so fucking kind, attentive and gentle. He was the carrot and the stick personified.

She decided to get something to eat and found stuff for a salad. She settled down on the couch with it and a glass of red wine, feeling lonely. She never felt this way at her apartment. There was always the TV to distract her and she had liked being alone. 

After she finished she looked around for something to read but settled back on the couch. She thought about the thub drive again. What if she could be rid of all this? She would go back to being Jenny. She wouldn't be naked on a couch wearing a dog collar, looking forward to getting an ass fucking in a couple of hours. She would probably be at home catching up with her online friends, who must be wondering where she was. She could catch up with them through her phone, logging into the site using the browser, but it had no interest for her. A week ago posting a status update like, 'kidnaped by my dreamy master, naked on the couch waiting to be fucked up the ass for the first time!' would have been great. Now it just seemed sick. 

Would she be better off never having met him? Two days ago she would have had no doubt. Yesterday even she would have said yes. Today? She wasn't sure. She suspected that if this went on, if she stayed in this apartment and continued to play his master/servant game she would be hopelessly lost. It's not that the prospect didn't scare her, it did, it was just that it was so new and pleasing him made her feel so good. When he did all self doubt went quiet, she felt good about herself — she felt herself growing.

As she sat on the couch, warmed by the leather, the throw over her lap, she reviewed her earlier ideas on how to please him. She'd spent time at the center, times when the stress of caring for the kids was too much for her, thinking how to please him, mostly sexual thoughts. She considered kneeling at the door when he came in and offering her mouth to him. She considered something more subtle like a drink or making something to eat. This morning she left the makings of an omelet in an ordered row of little bowls and assumed he would make one for himself as she left. She realized that she should leave the cooking to him for the time being. 

She got up and decided to clean the apartment and found a vacuum but the place didn't seem like it needed it. Anyway it would be something to do and the sight if a naked women vacuuming had to be hot. 

She found each crumb like it was a prize, overjoyed at being able to improve his place just by just that much. She became so caught up in the game that she didn't hear him come in at 7:45. When she turned around in the kitchen, maneuvering the canister by the hose, she saw him sitting in the chair in front of the door. He was smiling broadly, a twinkle in his gorgeous green eyes. 

She dropped the vacuum and ran over to him and sat in his lap, the noise of the machine dominating the large space. 

"You're home! I've missed you terribly, master." She began kissing his neck. 

He was concerned, but didn't want to show it. Transformations this rapid and this profound had to be fragile. 

"How was your day?"

"It was really hard but Sarah took me to lunch and we had a long talk. She had some really interesting things to say about you. And we also talked about what you are doing to me, the blackmail and all."

"I want you to tell me but first shut off the vacuum cleaner."

She got up and walked over. He admired her ass as she did. "Get me a beer while you're at it, and have one for yourself if you want."

He put the chair back and went to the arm chair at the front of the apartment, a sodium vapor yellow glow seeping through the big glass windows and distorted through the wall of glass blocks. He put his feet on the coffee table. When she came over she handed him a green bottle and sat on the couch, legs tucked under, playing with her collar.

"What was her reaction?"

"She didn't seem to like it. I think she's jealous."

"How do you like it?"

"Oh," she said, "I like it."

"Tell me the truth."

"Ok, well..." she seemed to think as she spoke, "I, don't know. I was a wreck over the past week and I feel the last two days being here with you, like, kinda like a holiday. And then the stress of the center and my emotions when I'm with the kids is just so intense. I guess I'd say it's been interesting. Kind of eye opening and I feel good about myself."

"Are you glad I've forced you into this?"

"A part of me is still resentful. Part of me is thrilled. If it's just something you're doing for kicks then I'm pissed. If you love me like you say, then consider me swept off my feet. I just don't know yet."

"Do you want to go home?"

"No."

Sarah's objections concerned him and he wanted some insurance, even if it wouldn't protect him, it was an action that would cause her to mentally commit to the program. "I want you to sign something."

"Sure. What?"

"A statement that you are doing this freely."

"But I'm not."

"I want you to decide if this is what you want."

"And if I don't?"

"You go back home until you do."

"But you'll still be blackmailing me."

"Yes, just not so intensely, maybe."

"Let me see it."

"I haven't written it yet."

"Ok. I don't have a problem in principle."

"The devil's in the details. So what did Sarah say."

"She said you were the best. That you're really a good lover. She didn't lump you in with the thousands of other guys at all. Which I thought was really sweet. She said she liked the way you followed her around in high school. And she was glad to see you in court that day."

"Hmm?"

"Well, not glad you were arrested, but that you'd grown up and all. Anyway, she said how you forced her to take the money for sex and and how chivalrous it was."

She took a sip of his beer, whirled her hair back then got up looking for a rubber band. 

"I have to tell you Mei."

She looked over her shoulder at him from his work desk. 

"I like calling you Mei," his tone authoritative but not lacking the sound of an excuse. 

She found a band, wrapped her hair deftly and walked back to stand in front of him. She put one foot on the seat, reached down for his hand, brought it to her lips and licked his middle finger. It felt fantastic, especially the long slow suck she gave its length. 

"If you're going to call me that," she said, moving his finger to her spread crotch, "Then this, belongs here." She slid him in and he turned his palm up, reaching to find the little raspberry texture of her g-spot.

"Mmmmm, oh, I've wanted that all day."

"Remember who's in control."

"Oh, you are in control. I'm yours to command, master."

"Stop calling me that."

"But I like it."

"Only when I have something of mine inside you."

"Like now?"

"Yes."

"Master, master, master. Please finger fuck me master," she playfully said.

"Tell me more."

"You keep saying that. Is that phrase ineluctably tied to the sensation of touching the inside of something wet and hollow?"

"Part of the training."

"Really?" she asked, like it made sense to her.

"Yeah... now start talking." He was very slowly moving his finger, lightly caressing the lumpy little patch just inside her.

"She said of all the guys fucking her back then, you were something special. She always gave her best to you and she never faked one."

"Really?"

"Yeah, you always made her come, which I totally believe."

"What else did you talk about?"

"You know, once you get her on the subject of sex, she won't stop. She told me about life as an escort, how it's not like people think. She made it seem like a really good job."

He noticed a tone in her voice. "Don't even think about it." 

"Hmmm well."

"Not while you're with me."

"Six months right?" she said with a smile. "Anyway, she did go on and on about sex with you."

Her wetness began to coat his knuckles. Each time they came in contact with the soft flesh of her pussy a little more transferred to his skin. 

"I want you to imagine me fucking her and describe it to me."

She looked down at him. "I've been imagining it since lunch. For some reason, thinking of the two of you turns me on. Isn't that strange? I should be jealous, but I'm not."

"Go on."

"I'm not going to be able to talk much longer if you keep doing that."

"Go on."

"Ok. I see you entering some hotel room downtown, dressed in a nice suit, like Armani, light grey, or dark grey with a red tie and really handsome shoes. Maybe a two day beard. Have you ever slicked your hair back?"

"Get on with the story Mei."

"Yeah, sorry. So you enter and she's there in a corset and garterbelt and black hose and she wraps her arms around you and starts kissing you. They are slow, deep, passionate kisses, her hands undoing your belt."

"Um hm."

"Then she gets to her knees and pulls your grey slacks down to the floor and you're not wearing any underwear and your cock springs out. She admires it for a while, sliding her fingers along it, looking up at you. She tells you how special you are to her, how she loves doing you. Then her mouth opens and she puts an inch or so inside and gently sucks you, moaning as she feels that fantastic mouth-full-of-cock sensation. Your head goes back and you moan with her."

"Good so far."

"Are you going to make me come? Look how wet I am."

"If you tell a good story, we'll see." His eyes were glued to her pussy, her wetness completely engrossing. 

"She sucks you like this for a good long time, cupping your balls with her hand. Then she takes you in deeper, pulling on your ass to press you into her. Soon you're about to come because she's the best at what she does and it just feels so good. She starts moaning encouragement. Each time you're at the back of her throat she hums her desire for you to come inside her mouth. Then she takes you all the way in, gagging a bit as you enter her throat."

She interrupts the story with a moan of her own and a little quiver of the leg that's supporting her. Her hand moves to his shoulder to steady herself. 

"After a few minutes in her throat you can't take it any more and as you come inside her her moans and humming just get louder and more passionate. She doesn't take you out right away but let's you grow limp in her mouth, licking and sucking, squeezing with her lips to get every drop."

He sides another finger inside her, but keeps the pace the same. 

"Then she takes you to the bathroom for a shower and gets inside and soaps you up. She rinses you off then sucks you more to get you hard."

This was an uncanny description, Philip knew that Sarah must have told her exactly what they did back then. Thinking of Sarah going into such detail, of two women talking about sex with him was definitely a turn on. 

"She towels you off and you go back to the bed and she has you lay down, face up and she starts to run her fingers over your body."

He'd had his left hand on her hip and moved it to the small of her back, pulled and brought her to kneel on the chair with him. "You're liking this, aren't you Mei?"

"Yes, master. And your fingers inside helps a lot."

"Keep talking while I suck on your nipples. Don't stop."

She resumed, watching his lips slowly surround her breast, feeling his tongue swirl around the tip.

His slow thrusting was amping up the frustration within her. She felt like saying, 'Faster stupid! Don't you know the first thing about finger fucking? You start slow then go faster and faster till the girl comes.' But he just kept this slow, methodical stroke, just mechanical, shy of satisfaction but enough for her to feel everything. 'Maybe he knows what he's doing,' she thought. 

"Her... her," she began again, haltingly, pushing the feeling of his fingers and tongue out of her mind. "Her fingers playing along your chest and... and down your belly, over your light brown curly hair. Around your cock."

She broke the story, "Philip, let me see your cock, please. Just take off your pants and let me see it."

"No. On with the story."

Uhgh, if she could see it she'd come right away, she knew it. 

"Oh... Mmmm," she wiggled. 

"Stay focused."

"Her fingers gently stroking your cock with her nails. You cock jerking and twitching. Then she takes you in her mouth again and deep throats you right away, her nose at your tummy and her tongue sticking out, moving in and out so the back of her tongue rubs your cock. Then her throat contracts."

"She told you all this?"

"Yeah. God I got so fucking wet at lunch listening to her. It was like she was trying to turn me on or something."

She made more sounds, those magic sounds of horniness that so turned him on. Was the idea of Sarah trying to arouse her having this effect? 

"Your dick is all the way inside her and you put your hands on her head and push, trying to go deeper and she is so turned on that the humming and moaning get higher pitched. She loves turning you on, being the focus of your need. Nothing makes her feel so wanted or so much a woman as this. All she wants is you to spasm and come again. She would do it all day for you."




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 06



"Please, for god's sake, faster! You're going to kill me like this."

"Keep going."

"Ah... she... shit. I'm going to..."

"No! Don't come or nothing else tonight." But still the metronomic pushing inside of her continued. 

'Fuck. Control Mei. Control. Think about something else, taxes or baseball,' but she didn't know the first thing about baseball. It seemed to work for the guys so she should try it. The problem was she had to continue with this story of him and Sarah. There was no way to avoid it she had to think about sex. Not just sex, but the really really hot idea of him having sex with her boss. So she had to continue the story and hope for the best.

"She wants you to come in her mouth, but you don't. You just lay back there, a smile on your face watching her head sink over your cock. You feel the contractions of her throat each time she gently gags. The spit from deep within her is starting to coat your balls and your hand is on her head, pushing her deeper.

"All this time she's been playing with her pussy, her wetness coating her fingers two of them thrusting inside her. She's just waiting to on you to come. She wants to come as you release into her mouth. But you don't and she decides to delay her orgasm. 

"Her mouth is getting sore and she knows you're toying with her. She really wants your cock inside her so she pulls out and let's it flop on your belly. She shuffles her knees up around your hips. She reaches down, grabs your wet cock and puts it at the mouth of her pussy, sliding it back-and-forth not so much to get it wet but because she loves the feel of your cock against her clit.

"Your eyes meet as she sits down on you, taking your cock all the way in. Sliding and squeezing, she slowly lifts herself and then sinks back down on your cock.

"She starts moaning your name, Philip, Philip, oh god it's so good. I love it like this, Philip. Keep fucking me! Yes... faster, fucking hell faster, faster goddamnit!" She started speak through Sarah, to order his fingers to pump her faster, but with no change in his tempo. He simply changed from the left tit to the right, clamping his teeth upon her nipple with insufficient pressure. 

"You decide to change things and you push her off you onto her side and get behind her. She loves it from behind so she's on her hands and knees quickly, but you don't stick it in her pussy like she wants. Instead you pull her back to the edge of the bed, get on you knees and slowly lick the back of the thighs, up to her pussy and on up to her tight little asshole. You rim her for agonizing minutes as her pussy gets wetter and wetter, her moans letting you know she loves it. 

"You put a finger, then two inside her cunt and tongue her ass. It drives her insane and she needs to come but you fucking bastard, you just make her suffer."

He chuckled at the reference to the present moment and she grinned down at him, seeing that he understood the reference and was pleased. She loved pleasing him. 

"Keep going."

"You stick your tongue in her ass and wiggle it around and the new sensation..."

"Wait, that never happened. I told you..."

"... Hey, this is my fantasy, ok? You told me to imagine and I'm imagining."

"Ok, ok. Continue."

"The feeling of your tongue in her ass, inside her dirty little hole and your fingers stuffed in her pussy is too much for her and she starts coming and quaking and you finally speed up your fucking hands and it pushes her to another one and another."

She stopped talking and focused again on the maddening movements of his fingers grazing her g-spot. She had really misjudged him. This motherfucker knew exactly what he was doing. He was keeping her just at the edge, too slow to come but just the right tempo to drive her out of her skin.

"You're not finished. I haven't come yet."

"Just whip out that dick and shove in me for god's sake."

"No, I meant in the story."

"Then you push her down on the bed, turn her over, fuck her brains out, and come inside her pussy."

He laughed, let his fingers fall from her pussy and put his hand on her hip.

"What? That's it? I was just kidding — I'll continue."

"That's it." He got up, went to the kitchen to get another beer.

"Really?" She stared at him in disbelief. Never had a man played with her like this. Plenty of times she had toyed with men, bringing them just to the edge of coming and then changing the mood. It was part of the fun, but it'd never happened to her before and she didn't like it.

"Please fill me up, master. Please let me come. Let me do it myself and you can watch."

She saw the look in his eye, and realized she'd said the wrong thing.

"This isn't about your orgasms, Mei Chun. And you don't let me do anything. This is about your training... your obedience. Don't lose sight of that."

"But I want to make you come too."

"I told you. You come and I come when I decide. You hungry?"

She crumpled on the couch, completely dejected. She just made one tiny mistake, had been just a little bit flippant and he punished her. Now she was so horny and frustrated. She thought about the thumb drive.

He fixed a light dinner of salad, soup and a wafer thin pizza with white cheeses and ham that was delectable. 

She shrugged off her disappointment and adopted an air of excited anticipation. Soon the anticipation was real. She would be careful to learn when she was going too far. It was her fault, after all. She'd be more assiduous in learning his moods and likes.

They had an after dinner drink on the couch, he a vodka tonic, she a Sea Breeze. She was anticipating what was to come like a girl on Christmas morning but he wanted to hear more about the center. She tried to patiently go through the day's events but wanted to forget about Jerome and the other kids for a while. He noticed that she was distracted but kept her at it, asking lots of questions. 

"So," he said after a while, noticing it was ten-thirty, "ready for tonight?"

"Yes!"

He got up, got his keys from the bowl, walked back to the room then unlocked the door. She was right behind him. "Ok. I'll be right in," he said and let her enter.

He rejoined her after taking his time in tidying up and using the bathroom. 

Mei Chun wanted to wander around the big room for the first time. But she wanted to please him more than sate her curiosity. 

She lay on the table, as the minutes passed. Her heart beat in her ears, she was a little cold. One hand and both ankles were already cinched into restraints and she had on the gag, not knowing if that was what he wanted but figured she was better safe than sorry. This was going to be so good, she thought.

"Hmm... you're an impatient slut Mei Chun," he said as he came into the room and walked to the table of gear. He set the beer on the bench and she mumbled a barely recognizable, "Yes, master" from behind the gag.

"That's good," he said, walking to her. "I like enthusiasm, but tonight I need you in a different position."

He had changed into black pajama bottoms with no shirt. 

"You're going to be prone and I don't think we need the gag unless you get out of hand."

He undid the gag and restraints and helped her off the table. She stole a kiss, which he couldn't help but return. 

"How do you want me?"

"Over there." He pointed to a black bench in the corner that looked a lot like a gymnastics pommel horse except the main pad was inclined and it had four other pads along its sloped sides. Also, it had some restraints and holes and loops built in and she had no idea what it was for. 

"Did you make all this?" she asked.

"Not all of it."

They walked a few steps to it and she got a closer look. 

"So, how do I?"

"Put your knees here." He tapped the rear, lower pad and she understood. She put one knee on, then the other and lay her body on the inclined bench. Her forearms rested on the forward two pads very comfortably. 'Ok, this thing was defiantly purpose built furniture, how sweet of him to think of it. But what's that hole for at the crotch?'

"When did you get this?"

"Amazon delivered it this morning."

"Really?"

"Yeah, the overnight on this was crazy."

"Oh honey," she turned back and looked at him, "you are so good to me!"

"It's an investment."

"In Mei Chun."

"Yep."

He bound her ankles first, keeping her hands free. "Gag or no gag?" He really shouldn't ask but he didn't know if she liked it. 

"Hmm. I guess not yet. But if I say, 'Don't gag me,' then shove it in my mouth."

"You sure you've never done this before?"

"Yeah, I mean can you believe it? And I thought I was a slut before I met you. But I could never have let a man have, like, direct control over me like this. I had no idea what I was missing."

"Don't say that until were through."

He caresses her back and massaged her shoulders while she knelt upright, at eye level with him. He began speaking soothing words to her, encouraging words. He praised her progress, told her how proud he was and what a good woman Sarah had told her she had been. 

She liked it, then knelt forward and put her hands down to be bound. 

"It's a little cold in here," she said as he buckled her up. 

"It's about to get very hot." He moved out of her vision, to the bench and came back slapping something on his thigh. 

"What it is?" she asked. He didn't reply; he only stroked her skin with the half inch wide leather laces. 

"You'll like it, sweet little slut."

The short handled flog was mostly for the terrible sound it could produce and, if one wanted to get wicked with it, its potential to inflict a lot of pain. Mei was just starting out, so he'd be careful. 

Tickling at first, he let her get used to the feel, let her imagination dread the pain. Then he whipped her feat, realized he'd need to wipe them, and doused a cloth with some beer and cleaned off her feet, careful to get between the toes. He stepped back and gave her right foot a bit harder slap, then bent down and licked the instep. 

She gasped, then giggled at the conflicting feelings. 

He did the other foot and repeated, sucking her delicate small toes. As it went on, each slap was minutely stronger than the last and soon her feet were red. 

"Wow. That hurts!"

He cooled them with more beer on the cloth. "It's not about you, honey." A loud crack resounded in the room, which caused her to flinch. He'd whipped the floor for maximum sound, it got her attention. "It's about becoming what I want. Remember that."

"Wow, right, sorry."

His remonstration made her feel better, made the sting go away. But was he really going to whip her? She didn't think so, not like that but she didn't know for sure. That would really not be cool. 

The tickling of the whip returned, along with licking and some squeezing of her ass. This she liked, liked very much. She began to wiggle. 

"Don't move," he said, "or I whip you."

"But I can't?"

'Smack!' He slapped her hard on the ass with his hand. "Don't contradict me." 

She let out a yelp and a groan. At least it was a familiar pain. 

The tickling touch returned, just his finger-tips from her neck to her thighs — such an excruciatingly delightful agony of feather light touches. Now that she couldn't move she had to move. When she felt his hot breath on her pussy lips she gave a jerk and the whip came crashing on her back."

"Oh Jesus," she blurted out and he whipped her again, lighter but still painful, four or five strokes against her back and butt cheeks. 

"No. Fucking. Cussing."

"Yes, master."

'Smack!' "Don't call me that unless," 'Smack!' "I'm inside you."

He gave her a rest. Perhaps he was overdoing it. He couldn't step it down without looking weak so he'd move to something else. 

He lay the whip on her back, grabbed her hair and leaned in to whisper. "So Mei Chun, did you use the enema?"

"Yes.... Sir."

"Good, enjoyable? You'll be getting used to it I think, if you're the anal slut I think you are."

Those last strikes startled her. There was pleasure but it scared her more than hurt. Well perhaps equal fear and pain. 

"Talk to me Mei Chun."

"Yes. I'll be getting used to it. Can you be sweet to me?"

"Yes honey, just obey and I'll be sweet."

"Ok," she said like the frightened ten-year-old girl she felt like. 

The next feeling she had was of him lifting her and sliding a cushion under her hips. It raised her ass, she felt his hands caress her flesh. 

"Don't move honey."

She relaxed. Hearing him call her that was so nice. His breath on the crack of her ass and a second later his tongue licking her hole was so strange, so deliciously perverse. It aroused her and she, slowly, so he wouldn't notice, arched her back to give him more direct access. 

He made wide circles at first, careful to avoid her pussy. Then he narrowed in and focused on the star shaped orifice. He really enjoyed it, surprisingly so. Little creases radiated from the center. Her little hole was so cute, so clean. 

He pushed his tongue in with some force, felt it yield to him, grip him as the circle expanded to let him in. He slid his right hand under her stomach, gripped her nipple in a pinch, ready to squeeze if she moved. 

Now this was more like it, she thought, desperate to move her hips back and arch more. She moaned loudly at his tonging and pushed back against it, trying to get it further in and he pinched down on her nipple. She knew positive reinforcement when she was presented with it and pushed again. He bore down on the tip of her tit, pulled and twisted and she screamed. "Oh fuck!" He stepped back, took the whip and gave her a good slap across the ass. 

"Yes!" she said, "Fuck!"

He gave her another one. In his sweetest voice he asked, "Would you like another one?"

"Not yet, let this one burn itself out. But if I can ask, for a favor." She was panting now, looking back at him with a spark in her eyes.

"Yes?"

"The blindfold please."

He put it on her and she licked his hand as he did so. Back at the bench, he turned on a light, pointed it toward her and picked up a short, thin dildo. It had an art deco appearance, with seven spheres of different size from the tip to the two inch thick base. 

He slapped the side of the fuck bench on his return and she lurched again at the sound. 

"Easy now Mei. Easy," he said in a voice and with a manor one would use talking to a horse. "You've come so far baby but you have far to go. Tomorrow at work you are going to be so nice." He caressed her skin. "So good to everyone you meet."

"Yes."

"You're going to go out of your way to find ways to please people."

"Yes."

"It's going to make you feel so good. You're going to be just like that caring sweet princess that I know you are inside."

"Yes."

He lubed the anal toy with a little bottle from his pocket.

"Helpful, sweet, and warm. You're going to be Mei for everyone."

He bent down and began licking her asshole again, his hands on each cheek spreading them apart. His cock was stiff under his pajamas. He realized he really enjoyed licking her ass. The gentle but irresistible scent wafting from her pussy was also driving him crazy.

Mei responded with groans that resonated within her small body. "May I move, master, please?"

"Count to 100 aloud, then you can move."

He put the first little ball that covered the vibrator inside her and her anus swallowed it like it was hungry. He twisted around and pushed on the second ball it went in with a bit more reluctance.

"Five, six, seven..."

"Count slower or you start again."

"Shit."

'Smack!' a smart one on her right cheek. "Start over."

"One..."

The third ball now entered her and she felt it push her open. 

"Five... Six..."

She had slowed down as he fed them in. At this rate she'd never get to the century mark. 

His left hand gripped her hip with strength and pushed the fourth of the seven balls against her opening, it's diameter between a nickel and a quarter. 

He found it fascinating watching the muscle expand and contract as it gulped the pink hard rubber ball. 

"Sixteen... Seventeen... Oh that is so damn weird," she said. "My pussy is on fire. Is it dripping master?"

Good question he thought and knelt down to have a close look. Yes, glistening, definitely. Beautiful dark pink lips, blushing wild pink within. In this position her inner lips were spread and he saw her opening clearly and wanted nothing more than to suck it and tongue it. 

"You're very wet baby. But you broke the count. Start over."

Another disappointed groan, then "One... Two... Three..."

He pushed number four in so that it's widest circumference was balanced at her opening, then it sunk out of site within her. 

"Mmmmm, Six... Seven..."

A wiggle, he judged, was appropriate at this point so he slapped at the dildo and it shook inside her. 

"Oh... Eight... Nine..."

"I'm not familiar with the number 'oh' unless you meant zero, in which case your numbers are all fucked up. Shall we start from the top?"

She shook her head.

"Don't move." 'Smack!' another jolt of pain produced stars before her hooded eyes. Then he yanked the bumpy pink wand from her ass quickly but not savagely.

"Oh, oh, oh...." she said with an embarrassed ecstasy as each ball escaped from her, feeling just like she was shitting. 

"Don't move and start over."

"Yes master."

"Only when something of mine is inside you, my beautiful Mei Chun. You want to be obedient, don't you honey?"

"Yes. I'm trying so hard to be good enough."

"My little princess?"

"Yes, you're lovely, sweet, innocent cock sucking, cum drinking princess."

He laughed and she moved to look behind her, even though she couldn't see. The beautiful, playful grin on her face made what he had to do next very difficult. 

'Smack!' 

"Ouch!"

"Please honey, don't move." He paused and considered. He stepped away and returned with some belts to tie her to the table with. "I know, it's just too difficult for you. This will make it easier on you," he said as the belts fell across her back, two to keep her back down and thinner straps for her shoulders. He held her head down with leash like cords attached to the collar. 

"Thank you, mast... um... Philip. Thank you."

When he had her immobile he returned behind her and lubed the tip of the dildo on the wetness seeping out of her.

"Oh yes..."

"Don't forget to count."

"Yeah. One... Two..." But she didn't care about moving any more. This new sensation unlocked something in her. A sense of peace, of capitulation to his will that she found so calming. The feeling of the rubber or whatever it was entering her anus was the peanut butter to the bondage jelly. So good together, so metaphysically bound. It felt alien, invasive, vaguely depraved somehow but it was perfect, and delicious. 

"Eight... Nine..."

"Surrender", he said and it echoed within her.

"Uhhhh... Eleven... Twelve..."

'Surrender. Yes, I surrender. I am so surrendered. Yours to fuck and whip. You really are my master. Stick that thing in me, anything in me, piss on me if you want, I don't care. Just don't ever stop loving me and beating me into a more perfect woman.'

"Seventeen... Eighteen..."

He was at the sixth ball now, the thing was four inches into her with two to go. The noise she was making between the counts was making his cock pulse but he was running out of time. He could barely fit the three-quarter inch thing in.

"Twenty-four... Twenty-five..."

He decided to pull it out and stuff it back in. She gasped on the way out and moaned on the way in, but kept the count going. 

"Thirty... immmm... ahhhhhh.... Thirty-one... Thirty-two..."

'Tug her hair,' he though and he reached up and pushed back to the sixth ball as his hands wrapped around her silkily strands and slowly pulled back. Being tied down, she didn't move.




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 06



"Relax, Mei... relax honey, just let it in."

"Thirty-four... Thirty-Five..."

She felt his words more than heard them and relaxed and the felt the biggest ball yet enter her, preparing her for him.

"Thirty, oh.... Oh.. Thirty... oh mmmmm... Thirty-Seven... Thirty-Eight..."

Admiration filled his heart. 'God, this is a remarkable woman.'

"Thirty-Nine..."

"Mei, I'm going to let you come." He didn't try to push the one inch ball in, no time, so instead he knelt, put his lips to her cunt and started gently licking her.

"Fu.... Fu... Forty... mmmm... ahhh... forty-one..."

He held the end of the dildo out of the way, up like a tail, and sucked on her clit, reveling in her taste and volume of wetness. Sucking her pussy was heaven, just pure ecstasy.

"You can move now, Mei," he said but she kept counting, having forgot the entire purpose other than it was his desire that she do it. She did start thrusting back on him as best she could being bound, but the bolster under her hips helped.

"Ahhh... Forty-two..."

A finger of his entered her pussy, quickly found her g-spot and gave a wickedly firm press toward her bladder. It was getting crowded down there.

"Uhhhh... ahhhh.... Geeezzzz... Forty-three...."

A moment after forty-three he pulled out the stiff rod of balls from his awkward position and she said, "forty-four". All hell broke loose. Despite the belts, the cuffs and the collar she kicked and wiggled and writhed. She screamed incoherently, every forbidden obscenity ejecting from her mouth, seemingly at the same instant.

"Oh fuck, shit, Jesus, god!" 

Then she went stiff as the cock in his pants and jerked a few times and then lay limp, panting, exhausted.

He pulled the string on his pants, let them fall around his hips and stepped out. He had planned to wait. To draw this out longer but he needed her.

"Wonderful Mei, beautiful... so goddamn beautiful honey. Are you ready for me?'

"Yes, yes. Please take off the blindfold. I want to see your face. Your eyes when you're fucking me."

He moved around and took off the blindfold, kissed her hard and moved away. He'd forgotten one thing, the wand. There was a hole in the table for a reason. He got the wand, plugged it into an extension cord, put it in the two clamps under the table and removed the wedge under her hips. The vibrator's rubbery head peaked through, just on her mound.

"Are you ready?" he repeated.

"Tighten me down."

'That's my girl,' he thought as he adjusted the straps.

"Yes, slowly please baby."

She was at the perfect height. Her ass just even with his cock if he bent it down straight. This was truly ergonomically designed furniture, and he appreciated that.

"I'm coming in."

His impatience thrilled her. 

He squirted half of the bottle of lube on his cock and set it at her entrance and pushed. 

"Oh my god... that's you, Philip?!"

"Call me master."

"Yes... master, yes... master... master." She looked back and he felt his own heart quiver seeing the tears in her eyes and hearing the joy in her voice.

"I love..." he slid into her, "you Mei." He didn't get far, just the tip.

She opened up for him, relaxing and pushing back as best she could. "Push," she said, "push."

He did but it didn't seem to be making progress. He knew patience was the key to enjoyable anal sex, at least that's what he read, but she hastily urged him onward.

"Deeper baby... deeper master. All the way in till you balls bounce on my pussy lips."

"Mei, I don't want to hurt you."

"You've been whipping me for half an hour."

"Yeah... good point. But this is different."

"Don't be shy. You can hurt me a little bit."

He pushed harder but resisted the urge to jab her. You could do real damage to muscles by over stressing them. Still he pushed, keeping a constant pressure and slowly she let him in an inch.

Sounds of pain and ecstasy tumbled out of her, joined his heavy breathing in permeating the space. The sounds of her need were interrupted by her encouragement, spoken with sweetness and confidence. 

"More sweetie, that's it, a little deeper baby. I love you holding me down like this, owning me. It makes me feel so good, so needed."

Still he held his hips fixed, letting her muscles adjust to their new purpose; a new place to entertain her Philip's cock. 

The feeling again of his finger tips on the flesh if her back that was left uncovered by the straps kept her senses alive.

Finally he pressed forward a bit, the head fully inside, squeezing her cheeks and rocking back and forth from his hips. 

"Oh wow. Yes, all the way now master. Stuff me."

He pushed on, reached the thickest part and slowly pushed on. 

"Oh wow, wow," she inhaled a gasp, "you're really inside me." It still hurt, this living cock invading her, but the pain was so worth it. There was pleasure too... lots, a strange undreamt of sensation that was spicy and dirty and wrong. She loved it.

In another moment he was all the way in with no more to give her. It was a spectacular sensation. So tight, so warm, like a velvet hose soaked in warm oil, but her reaction was the best part. He'd known many women but none seemed to relish sex like she did. She absolutely soaked in the sensation like a hot bath. All ooos and ahhhs. 

He found a rhythm that pleased him but after just a few strokes knew he wouldn't last. It was just too goddamn good. He sort of stumbled in mid-stroke, froze when he realized he was going to come, then regained some measure of control and resumed. He confessed to her, "Goddamn this is good, Mei. I going to come soon honey."

It was the constant noise she was making as much as the sight and feel of his cock getting lost in her ass that brought his orgasm inevitably closer, like walking, dreamlike toward a towering building. Each step involuntarily following the last. It was just too new and too good to be resisted. 

"Yes baby, come inside me and go limp in there." 

"Oh. Fuck your ass is so tight. I love it."

"Master, can I ask a favor?"

"Yes Mei, anything."

"Suck your come out of my ass and spit it in my mouth."

"Jesus, you're a freak Mei! Are you sure?"

"Oh yes, and I'm what you're making me. A week ago I would never have thought of it but now just thinking of it drives me wild."

'Disgusting,' but he'd force himself. 

In all the excitement he forgot the wand. "Hold one second, I forgot something." She'd felt the rubber head on her pussy when he clamped it there but didn't recognize it. He exited her with a pop, the air having been pushed out of her in microfarts on the way in. He bent down, turned it on to the 'fucking outrageous' setting and she felt the familiar old friend whir at a million vibrations a second on her pussy. 

"Oh my god. Yes, oh shit, Philip. You have no idea... Goddamn... How... Fucking good that feels."

'Smack!'

"Yes, Fuck, Fuck. Hit me again! Fuck."

He reentered her in one push.

"Fuck me!"

He geared up, moved faster and spanked her ass. "You know what bad girls get, Mei?"

"If this is what bad girls get I'm such a bad slut. So keep punishing your bad girl."

He pushed down in her cheeks, jamming her pussy into the vibrating head. He shoved inside her with long fervid stokes. 

Mei saw it coming, a big one. "God master, it's coming. So big." It kind of frightened her, the way the muscles of her ass started to shiver and contract. The muscles of her fingers began to ache and she found that she'd been gripping the pads with all her strength. Her knees were pressed inward against the side of this fuck table, the tips of her tits burned. What was burning her mind, however was the feeling that her uterus was about to jump through her belly button, her clit was going to be eaten by the head of the wand and he was going to crawl all the way into her ass. 

"Fuck! Fuck, I'm coming. Spank me!"

He did, one after the other until his orgasm overtook him and his hand rested gently on her hip. 

The spasms started just as her ass gripped his cock, not just around the ring but the whole length of him was squeezed simultaneously. Then, on the second spurt, her ass muscles pressed from base to tip, as though it was milking him in perfect rhythm with ejaculation. 

He entered some peaceful, quiet place. Calm overcame him and he sort of saw his cock from some mental distance, emptying itself within her. He'd never come like this, with a clarity of mind, a stillness that allowed him complete enjoyment of the contractions that ushered his semen up, forward and out of his cock. 

When he was spent he fell onto her back, still feeling her contractions and the vibrations of the wand through her body yet Mei's orgasms continued. He thrust a few more times, not yet flaccid, each of which brought out another sigh or grunt from her. She relaxed for a few moments then went stiff again, rolling on in another wave. 

Another few minutes and she said, "God, I can't take another one. My clit is too sensitive. Give me your cum and I'll have one more then take me to bed."

The idea of sucking his cum out of her ass didn't particularly appeal to him at this point but he was a man of his word. So his still hard cock slid out of her and he immediately got on his knees and enveloped her asshole with his mouth and sucked as she pushed. There was a lot of it he found and the taste wasn't as disgusting as he though. Still his head spun a bit, just as hers had this morning. 

He made his way to her around the table, kissed her, letting the semen join in their mouths and he pushed it in. She smiled and, to his amazement, winked at him. 

He returned behind her, shoved his cock into the wettest pussy of his life and thrust quickly, pressing down on her ass again to put as much pressure on the vibrator as possible. What followed was five minutes of wild Mei. She had one explosive orgasm, then another. She was amazing. So amazing he came a second time, which he'd never done before. 

Finally, he pulled out bent down, turning the switch to still the vibrator. She was panting and so was he. Sweat beaded her skin in little droplets and matted her hair. He lifted her, stood her up then carried her back to the bed. They lay crumpled over the sheets recovering, still panting.

"Oh, my, god," she said slowly, one word at a time. 

"Liked it?"

She grinned, "Loved it! But you really scared me for a minute. 

"Did it hurt?"

"Yes but I needed it. It didn't feel cruel but necessary. You know what I mean?"

He didn't but that wasn't important. 

"We're going to get a lot of use out of that I hope. Next time can you put me on my back? I want to see your eyes next time."

"Sure," he said and spooned behind her and they drifted off to sleep.



From Jenny to Mei Ch. 07



Thank you for the feedback and your encouragement.  Thanks to 'John,' 'Pierre' and 'Andrew' who helped proof read. There are still errors, I'm sure, but they are all mine. 

Please start with Chapter 1 or you won't know what's going on.

*****

She floated up again from a pleasant calm depth and repeated most of yesterday morning's routine. His alarm sounded just as she slid the coffee onto the side table and herself into bed with him. She began to gently stroke his belly and thighs, waiting for him to awaken fully. To Philip, it felt wonderful, not sexual but just a wonderful sensation and when her cool hand cupped his scrotum and rolled his testicles around he let out a soft purr. 

"You remember what I said about being nice today?"

"Yes, I'll be so good."

"Good. I have something planned for you tonight."

"Can't wait."

"Oh it's not that. Tonight you're going to start going to the gym. I've got a membership for you at one downtown. It's about six blocks from your office."

"Oh?"

"At 6:30 you're going to have an introductory interview then a session with a personal trainer."

"Wow."

"You'll go to the gym three nights a week unless I have something else planned for you. You can do pretty much whatever you want there; yoga, Pilates, aerobics. They have a salon. Get a facial if you want and you can finish with a massage. You have an unlimited budget and tonight I want you to fit yourself out with a gym bag and all the clothing it can hold. Can you swim?"

"No."

"Sign up for one-on-one lessons. You'll stay till nine unless I call or text you. Got it?"

"Yes, I understand. How do I thank you, Philip?"

"Be grateful and obedient, of course."

'Wow,' she thought to herself, 'he must be loaded.' A membership at a downtown gym had to be at least $200 a month plus massages were going to be extra and facials weren't going to be cheap, she could run up $1,000 a month with no problem. She felt real gratitude. She had always wanted to go to a really nice gym but could never afford it. It wasn't that she felt her body needed a lot of work, she had very little fat, but she wanted to tone her thighs and her ass a bit. And having a salon at her disposal, fully paid for, was like, crazy. She began to think of all the hair care and creams she could buy. Having her haircut and a facial three times a week was too good to be true. At the peak of her excitement she came back down to earth. She figured the quality of the salon might not be great. 'I mean, how good could a health spa's salon be?' But maybe they could do her nails and scrub her heals and wax her pussy, which she'd always wanted to try. Shaving left stubble. 

"The other nights will be a variety of things," he said, breaking into her thoughts, "I've enrolled you in a flower arranging and bonsai class on Tuesdays for three months."

"Wow." It was all she could say. He seemed to be filling every moment of her life. Flower arranging sounded dull but if he liked flowers, she'd go. But when would she have her own time? Then it occurred to her, that was the point. He was going to control every waking moment. She was confused with conflicting emotions. Resentful that he was taking over her life, yet so grateful and touched that he cared enough to deprive her of the chance to backslide to her former self.

"Take off your collar," he said, interrupting her thoughts again. She did and laid it on his night table. "You can't wear that to work." He pointed to his dresser, "Go get the box that's in the top drawer."

She got up and walked over to the chest of drawers. His eyes followed her twin dimples of Venus, marveling at the beauty of her back giving way to the gentle curve to her spectacular ass.

She found a box in his drawer that was about the same size as the dog collar he'd given her, but this one was different. It had real leather on the cover, 'or was it ostrich?' and a gold colored band between the halves of the clamshell.

"Bring it here," he said. 

She knelt on the bed, knee walked over to him, feeling the unexpected weight of the well made case. She was filled with excitement and trepidation. She could feel the smile stress her face muscles. 'What has he bought for me? This has to be expensive,' she knew. 'What is he going to expect from me? What kind of commitment am I getting into?' Then she recalled that she was his slave and she felt better. 

"You need something to wear outside that will remind you that I own you. Open it."

Though she wanted to, of course she wanted to, she was afraid of what was in the box and of what it might mean. She felt that whatever it was would change her life, take hold of her and possess her like some alien spirit. 

She wanted time to think but knew she couldn't hesitate, he had ordered her to open it. 'Oh well,' she said to herself, 'in for a penny...' It came open without the creek of a cheap jewelry store box. The first sight was of whiteness then it opened, seemingly by its own power, and she saw it resting on black: a magnificent pearl choker. A sense of joy lifted her, filled her spirit and broke her heart. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. 

"Oh... My... God, Philip." Her eyes momentarily shifted to his, burning green and happy. Then back to the necklace. Three rows of perfect pearls, but most magnificent of all was the red ruby that hung like a teardrop at the bottom. 

"Oh, My, God," she said again, "I love it."

Her tear ducts tingled. She set the box down on his chest and took it in her hands. 'Surprisingly heavy,' she thought.

"It's just. It's so, beautiful. So... I don't know. I never thought I'd have something..." She thought a horrible thought, looked him in the eye with little less than terror in her eyes, "You're giving this to me? Philip? As... to be mine or just to wear?"

"It's yours until you die, Mei Chun. Forever and I can't take it away from you."

"Oh my god." She began to sob. 

It wasn't an object. Guys didn't understand this, she knew. It wasn't calcium carbonate strung on some wire with a pretty red rock. It was love in tactile form. Love she could show, that she could flaunt and feel. Love she could touch when she felt blue, or bored, or angry. 

"God, Philip." She fell on him, crying and kissing and touching him. 'Oh he is mine! My man!' She imagined his heat was his love for her radiating from him. 

His arms embraced her and she felt his love penetrate her skin as his arms squeezed her into his body. 

"God I love you, Philip."

"All for a necklace?"

She pulled back just enough to see his eyes. "Don't be stupid. It's because you made me love you. Made me yours." She sniffled the tears away. "You may now call me Mei whenever you wish. Inside or outside of me."

"Well thank you Mei," he said, a bit of a chuckle in his voice but not to denigrate her, "That means a lot to me."

She stood, in a hurry to try it on. She looked for a mirror and recalled he didn't have one in the bedroom. She ran to the bathroom. 

He got out of bed and followed her. She was at the sink, struggling to put it on. 

"Philip, help me with this, please."

He stood behind her. Her hands shook. He took it from her, lent down to kiss her neck but she was impatient, then thought better of it and released her tension, relaxing into his touch. 

He took his time and kissed around her neck and shoulders, licked up to her hairline and smelled her. 

"You are so beautiful Mei. This is just a decoration."

Then he stood straight, saw her dreamy looking half closed eyes and her lovely tears in the mirror, wrapped the pearls around her throat and connected the clasp. He worried when he had it made that the size would be off but the jeweler had a daughter the same build as Mei. It was just right. He put his hands on her shoulder and looked again into her eyes. "It's perfect for you, Mei."

She rubbed the tears from her eyes, put her hand over his and said, "Thank you, Philip." She gazed at it, ran her fingers along the bumpy pearls and fingered the dark red ruby. It fit close around her neck, snug but not restricting. The three rows, held horizontal with four vertical staves of silver or white gold, with, 'were those diamonds?'

He cupped her breasts and pushed forward against her but she hardly noticed his erection so transfixed she was by the way it looked on her. A gentle pinch of her nipples made her look at him in the mirror and she saw that look. 'Oh yes, that would be perfect right now,' she thought and gave out a bit of a moan.

"Do we have time?" she asked.

"Yes."

And with that she lent forward, gripped the far edge of the sink, arched her back and he pressed his head against her lips. She let him in with a smoldering look into the mirror. 

It was a slow delicious ride, gentle, caring, warm, full of real emotions. His long strokes filled her, and each embrace of her breasts made his love for her more real, more solid. 

Her moans and exclamations of, "Oh, Philip," were her continuous thanks for the love he was giving her and taking from her. 

He never sped up or let his excitement carry him away. Slow and steady; love, not sex. His murmurings were sweet, gentle words of love that anointed her and filled her to overflowing. 

"You mean so much to me, Mei."

"Mmmm..." She really saw his love for her, never knowing that you needed to be in love to see in another person. 

"I love that growing heart within you. The one that cares."

"I don't want to cry."

"It's ok. I love your tears."

"Oh, Philip..." Despite her wish a few formed in her eyes but held their place. "If this is love then I want more."

He moved faster and she gripped his cock with the muscles designed for the purpose, thinking of his pleasure first. 'What can I do? How can I make this better?'

"It's love Mei."

"You were right. Goddammit. You're always right. It's the only truth." She moaned and saw how her pleasure affected him. Touching him that way made her moan again. 

"God, I love turning you on," she said. "I feel so good when you grunt like that."

"Love is better than sex."

"That sounds so crazy but now I see it's true. Oh god, I love it when you fuck me... make love to me. I love the fucking part but this really is so much better."

"I always love you Mei. When I'm cooking, when I'm working, when I'm spanking this superb butt of yours."

"Teach me to love you like that."

For the remaining minutes they left the talk aside and she watched the ruby bounce against the dip in her collar bone, beating out the tempo of his thrusts. She felt the heave in her breasts when he made impact and the way he watched them bounce. 'I adore his lust. I want to give him more. I want his love to drown me. I just can't stop feeling this, this draining and filling of my heart. It's like a drug. Shit... it's better than anyone ever told me.'

"You love me," she whispered, "you love me." She said it in rhythm with this cycle. "You love me."

"Yes."

"You love me." The tears came to her unblinking brown eyes. "You really love me."

"Yes."

"God it's so goooood."

"Yes."

Her eyes rolled up. "God, it's so beautiful." Her orgasm came. The tears were squeezed out and the quietest, 'Oh god, oh god, oh Philip!' fled past her lips as she shivered, tensed, held on for a moment, then a deep animal grunt erupted from within her. 

Her head sagged as she recovered. Her mind empty except for the knowledge of his feelings for her and the sensations of the pounding he was giving her. She tightened her grip on the basin, raised her head, looked at his face in the mirror and said, "I'm so grateful. So love you, Philip. Come for me honey." 

That look of love in her eyes was the spark that exploded the charge within him. He stopped at the apex of his stroke, quivered and said, "Jesus Mei, so beautiful," then she felt the throbbing within her that told her he was releasing. A moment later he resumed a short jabbing thrust each time he squirted into her, as though he wanted his semen to stick as deep into her as humanly possible.

It was so perfect, she thought, so perfectly romantic and sweet and just lovely and perfect. When he withdrew after holding her for a few moments, she spun around, crouched and took him in her mouth and lovingly sucked as he softened. Then, with a final kiss and stroke of his balls she raised up and led him to the shower. She soaped him and washed his hair. At the end she couldn't resist a little two minute blow job that got him firm again and looked into his eyes to see if she could finish him, but a wave of his head indicated that she'd have to wait. 

She toweled him off then herself and he left her to apply some lotion. He'd obviously bought the lotion for her, she thought, 'no guy would put this kind of stuff on themselves,' and anyway, it was a full bottle and a brand she couldn't afford. She contemplated him for a moment. He thought of everything, prepared for whatever she might need, except tampons, but, then again, she bet he had those too somewhere.

She skipped into the bedroom, her new ruby bouncing on her collarbone and it felt great. It was too dressy for everyday but so what. 

He surprised her again by what he was holding. Two garment bags. "Wear these today."

"What are they?"

"Clothes to go with your necklace."

"Huh? You went shopping for me?" He nearly winced at the brightness of her grin.

"Yeah. I hope they fit. I've never shopped for women's clothing and I got some help."

She tore into the bags, a Neiman Marcus logo on the side, and took the ivory blouse off the hanger. It was silk and beautifully embroidered, first class. The other bag had a smart black silk knee length skirt. She hurried to put them on, not bothering with underwear. 

The skirt would need just a bit of tailoring but a pin would do for today, the blouse however was a great fit, hugging her just right. 

To Philip's eyes she was stunning. A vision of youth and beauty. This is how he envisioned her. Here was the princess she could be. 

She beamed and raced back to the bathroom. He followed. The outfit was just what the necklace needed, the collar of the blouse hiding it just enough to transform it from gaudy excess to appropriate accessory. She thought she'd never looked better. 

"But," she said as she turned to him, "my shoes."

"Oh. Right."

"Don't tell me?"

"Yeah. In the closet."

"God, Philip, you are spoiling me! Do I have to marry you now, to keep the presents rolling in?"

"Six months baby. That's all I ask."

"Keep it up and you'll have six years," she said as her voice diminished down the hall. 

"Oh, my, god!" He heard her yell. And he found her sitting on the bed trying on the shoes.

"These are Jimmy Choos."

"Yeah. God, I hope they fit."

"How in the hell did you know my size?"

"Your account on Amazon."

She looked up at him momentarily, smiled and said, "Oh yeah," and thought nothing more about it. 

"There are hose in that bag."

"You got hose as well?" She couldn't believe it. He was such an übermensch! 'What kind of man was this?' Beat her like a rug, fuck her like a machine, massage like ... well a really good masseur, and cook like an Iron Chef. Plus he was evidently wealthy. This outfit was at least, 'I mean Nieman Marcus, come on,' and with the choker, 'what $10,000, probably more.' The skirt was eight hundred if it was twenty five and the blouse easily six. The shoes were three she knew and the gym membership with an unlimited salon budget. He was footing one hell of a bill to enslave her. She'd better make it worth his while. 

"You'd better get ready to go, you'll be late. The taxi's outside I think."

"I'm ready like this but let me see the hose."

"Aren't you going to wear a bra?"

"Are you going to see me today?"

"Maybe. Maybe the homeless guy in the corner in the army surplus coat will be me."

She remembered just such a bum being thrown out by building security a week ago. "Was that you?" she asked as she looked through another Neiman Marcus bag. 

"Maybe."

She pulled out a garter belt and hose. 'Oh my. Lovely.' Yes these would have to go on. 

She quickly unzipped the skirt, took it off carefully and lay it on the bed. She'd never had one of these before and got a bit confused but he helped and she rolled up the hose and clipped the straps on the lace cuffs. Black hose and belt, classy, sexy and with the power to make her feel both. 

Back on with the skirt, which now felt just right over the belt and she was set. A totally transformed Mei Chun. 

She twirled for him, a smile lighting her face. "Like it?"

"Are you kidding? You look fabulous."

"Kiss me?"

He did, holding her tight. 

"Be good," he said as she stepped down the stairs to the cab. 

"I will honey. Miss me."

##########

The woman who arrived fifteen minutes late to the clinic wasn't immediately recognized by her coworkers. It wasn't just the clothing or the spectacular necklace, it was that she vibrated with happiness. 

She self-consciously settled into her chair at the counter, said, "Sorry I'm late," to the others and began to efficiently and politely process those in line. 

At first, no one spoke other than the usual business of the clinic, but behind her back the other three women exchanged glances and eye gestures. About fifteen minutes later, the line dealt with, Judy, the closest to Mei in age said, "Alright Jenny, out with it."

She cringed at hearing that name but turned to the three women with a wide, bright grin, and they got their first good look at the choker. They all three moved in spontaneously for a closer look. 

"What's this?" asked Carol. "My goodness," said Samantha. 

"He gave it to me this morning?"

"Who?" they said as one. 

She said, "Philip," like they all knew who Philip was. 

"Who's Philip?" Carol asked and she started telling them a story about the guy who had kept coming into the clinic. She told of how they met by accident in the Starbucks and how she reluctantly agreed to go out with him. How he swept her off her feet and how they had spent the weekend together.

"I knew you were getting laid," said Judy, "Didn't I say that?" Carol elbowed Judy so she'd shut up and said, "And after a weekend into dating you he gives you that?!" 

"Yeah, isn't it beautiful? It's to remind me that he owns me," she said with a hypnotized look in her eyes. 

"Owns you?" Judy said, "What does that mean?"

Samantha, a black woman in her fifties knew exactly what it meant. "Don't worry about that Judy, can't you see Jenny's in love?"

Judy whispered, "Have sex yet?" 

Her smile and blush told all.

Carol, an enthusiastic Christian, patted her knee in silent approval. 

"So," Judy said, "They're not real, are they? I mean... That's a garnet right, I mean a ruby that size would cost a fortune."

It hadn't occurred to her, but before she had time to let doubt turn to panic, Samantha said, "Take 'um off and let me see 'em. I know how to tell."

Mei turned in her chair and let Judy remove the choker who handed it to Samantha. She looked carefully for a few seconds them brought it to her lips. She carefully nibbled on one of the pearls and then gently ran it across the edge of her front teeth.

Mei was apprehensive. If it was fake it changed everything. 

"Mmmm," she said, "gritty. These are real pearls, sure enough," she said, handing the necklace to Carol who looked closely. "Sure are fine ones too, each one is exactly round and they're all identical size. And that looks like a ruby to me. I'm not an expert but these are beautiful pearls and putting a garnet with them just wouldn't make sense." Carol handed them to Judy. "What do you suppose it cost?" she asked. But neither of the older women would venture a guess, being better bred than Judy. 

She wondered why the idea that they might be fake had not occurred to her? Trust must have been the answer, she trusted Philip. 




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 07



The line of poor sick people had started forming again and they couldn't go on with what should have been a private conversation. She figured they would pick up the thread in a few minutes or at lunch and went back to receiving patients, checking them in, double checking their paper work and moving their files on to be distributed to the doctors. She had no need for the rubber band to remind her to be kind, it seemed to come naturally today. Each feeling of the embroidery on the blouse brushing her nipples made her think of her dreamy master as did each time the ruby settled in the hollow at the base of her neck. When she thought of him she was nice. Every encounter was an opportunity to obey him.

Suddenly it was lunch and they all gathered in the small kitchen, doctors and nurses milling around the small space. Each had admired her clothing, some commented on the choker. They asked for details about the weekend and she told her about volunteering at the center. It shocked them more than the clothes had. "You?" said Judy, her incredulity an embarrassment to the others.

"Well," she said in a confusion of self-defense and pride, "It wasn't my idea. I didn't want to."

"Then why did you go? I mean, what does that mean? How can you involuntarily volunteer? I mean, it's, like, nice and all but just, well... so..."

Samantha came to her rescue. "Was it Philip's idea, honey?"

"Yes."

"That's so sweet," she said and deftly changed the subject to shoes and gifts. After a few minutes, Mei regained the conversation and said, "Carol, Judy, Samantha... I want you to start calling me Mei Chun, my Chinese name," she said.

"Uh... ok," said Judy. "Why?"

"I've decided that I want to reconnect with my heritage." That wasn't the reason, of course but it sounded contemporary.

"Say it again dear," said Carol, and Mei said, with her finger doing a bob in the air, "Mei; it goes down then up in tone." They repeated. "Then Chun is higher pitched and steady. It's got a bit of a 'W' sound, not really Chun like it's spelled but 'Chwun,' kinda." She felt awkward and self-conscious trying to get them to change the name they'd gotten used to but hearing Jenny all day was going to get her depressed.

"What does it mean honey?" asked Samantha.

"Mei is beautiful and Chun is spring."

"That's so lovely."

"I think it's time," she said. "My mother wanted to start fresh in America but I feel more like Mei Chun then I do Jenny now."

They continued to talk, admiring her skirt and shoes and pressing for details. Mei told all she could, skipping the whipping and bondage details. But Samantha got her alone a few minutes after they broke up to get back to work. 

"Listen honey, you wouldn't think by looking at me that I was young once but when my man and I were in our thirties, we did some pretty wild things. When you said he owned you I knew what you meant." She pushed the employee door to the hallway open and led Mei out. "Am I right in assuming some pretty wild things happened this weekend?"

Mei was surprised and delighted to hear what she was saying. "Yes," she whispered, "He tied me up and did terrible things." 

Samantha's looked at the ceiling, her eyes rolled back and she moaned a bit in remembered ecstasy. "Yes, that was wonderful. Those days. Anal?"

"Oh my god, that was so fantastic," she saw her coworker with new respect and friendship.

"Listen, don't tell these folks," she made a gesture with her head and eyes, "Your safe with me. Just remember, it can't stay this wonderful forever. He's got to have something else to keep you. You know what I mean? Real love and tenderness. You can't live on whips and dildos forever."

"I've got six months."

"Oh... well you can live on whips and dildos for six months. Then what happens?"

"I don't know. I've agreed to be his slave for six months."

"Oh lucky girl. Wish I were you," she said as she put pressure on her forearm. "What happens after six months?"

"I don't know?"

"Well, that's a good time to stop and reassess if it's for you. Does he have a fuck machine?"

"A what?"

"Oh, he'll get one if I'm right. It's... well... it's a machine that ... fucks you. I still have the one Raymond bought me and once a month or so we dust it off, oil it up and put it to work. He still loves seeing me squirm and watch that big black dildo ramming in an out of me. Thank god for Viagra." She gave a fulsome belly laugh and it started Mei laughing too. It was great to have someone she could confide in, and who would think it would be this old black grandma.

"Anyway, honey, you enjoy being his slave. Do whatever he wants but here is the secret. Every time you submit to him, you get stronger. Not that he gets weaker or anything, that's not what it's about. You become more alive and more in control of yourself. At least that's if he's doing his job. If you ever feel dirtier or depressed afterword than he's not doing things right. You have him come talk to Sammy if he gets confused. I've got twenty years under my belt and I can teach him a thing or two if he looses his way."

"Ok."

"One last thing. You need to understand that its not all cake and ice-cream for him. Being the dominant in this kind of relationship can be stressful. He's always thinking about you, all the time, and how to help you but he's dealing with something fragile and he doesn't want to break it. He'll make mistakes but just love him and support him."

"Wow Samantha, thank you. I'm glad to have someone like you to talk to."

"Come on... let's go back inside."

The rest of the day went more smoothly than any day at work ever had. She found that being engaged and attentive made the time fly and when the last patient had been processed and she was free to go, she lingered around and gave Samantha a hand filing until 5:15. She'd never stayed past 5:05 before.

"Bye, Mei Chun," Samantha said, "Tell me all about it tomorrow. I'm going to give Raymond a call and tell him to dust off the old work horse!"

##########

The taxi was waiting, same driver as in the morning, and it took her to an address on Market street only a few minutes away. "I'll be here at nine," he said and pulled away, leaving her with his card.

When she got off the elevator at the forth floor she was astounded at how fancy the place was. It didn't look like a gym but a hotel lobby, all marble floors, potted plants and recessed lighting. There were a lot of people coming and going. 

She told the young, ridiculously fit woman scanning membership cards that her name was Huang and was here for an introductory interview.

"Oh hi! You must be Mei Chun. Let me see if Randy Williams is around... just a second." She let someone else take over and went down a hallway. Moments later a man, presumably Mr. Williams, dressed in slacks and a sport coat, came out to greet her. She followed him back and got the whole story on the gym. How it was the best in the city, how they had several around the world, all of which she could visit with her card and another ten minutes about how things worked and how Mr. Conners had left special instructions.

"What kind of instructions?"

"Oh, just that you were basically to have the run of the place. Any classes or instructors should be made available and that he was to be billed without regard to cost. Frankly, its music to a gym manager's ear."

'Wow, he hadn't been kidding,' she thought.

"Would you like a tour?"

"Sure."

They took fifteen minutes to look over the machines, the small pool and hot water spa. He had a female employee walk her through the locker room, shower area with steam bath and sauna then met him on the other side. He showed her the cafe where she could order anything and bill it to her gym card and then, the small shop with workout clothes and stuff like swim goggles and then finally, to the spa.

"Here you can get one of the best massages in the city. Karla here runs the spa and she knows about your VIP status, so by all means treat her as your personal attendant. You'll take good care of her Karla?"

"Of course Randy, my pleasure," said the trim, fiery red head. Everyone was fit and beautiful here, she noticed and felt a bit out of place. "Hi Mei Chun, I've been expecting you."

"Well..." she didn't know what to say.

"You're going to love it here... we can do anything a dedicated spa can do from nails to Botox, from body scrubs and facials to perms and dyes. Of course we specialize in massage, aromatherapy, waxing, tanning, and pretty much anything you can imagine."

Mei was awestruck, just looking at the bottles of creams and lotions and oils made her dizzy. And she could clear the whole place out. Did Philip really have any idea what a monster he was creating?

"Waxing?" prompted Mei.

Karla had a lot of Asian clients, most had no body hair to speak of and she knew what kind of waxing Mei was enquiring about. "Oh yes. Brazilian waxing hardly hurts at all and you'll look fabulous. Just leave it to me and we can do any shaping or trimming you want."

She reached for her phone, then decided to wait. 

Karla continued, "Are you going to get a workout in and then return tonight or did you want to have time to think about it and schedule something for later?"

"Um... um... I think I have to see a trainer but when do you close?"

"Well I'm here till ten but Kenisha," she pointed to a young, of course, fit, black woman doing some restocking, "will be here till midnight."

"You're open till midnight?"

"Yes, the gym is open twenty-four hours but the spa is open from six a.m. till midnight. You'd be amazed how many women we have in here at eleven getting their nails done. No one has time anymore."

"Right," she said confused, 'why would anyone get their nails done an hour before midnight?' "I guess, um... how long does a massage take?"

"Well, half hour, hour or ninety minutes are the standard sessions."

"Ok... well, I'll come by at, say, eight for an hour, if that works?" She figured she'd need a shower and time to get dressed. "Can I get a waxing too? Will I have time?"

"Sure. Do you have a preference?"

"Preference?"

"Well, some ladies don't like a man to massage them and did you want deep tissue or hot stone or just a light oil massage?"

"Oh..." she had to think. 'Man, yes, of course she wanted a man's hands on her but then ... how would Philip react? Better not chance it.' "A woman please and just a light oil massage." By the time six months was up she'd have every combination of man, woman, man and woman, hot deep stone oil massage she could dream up.

"Wonderful. We'll be ready for you. Just see Erica there at the counter for your personal trainer."

"Thanks Karla."

"Your welcome, Mei."

"Oh... Mei Chun please Karla. Only my mast... my... boyfriend calls me Mei."

Karla looked at her, turned her startling grey eyes down for a fraction of a second and looked back, her smile having changed slightly. "Of course, I'm sorry."

"Oh... don't worry... you couldn't know and I feel like a jerk saying it but... well... thanks."

Everyone was so nice here. She started wondering if they all had blackmailers of their own. Before she asked about the trainer she bought a gym bag, sports bra and simple black outfit and sent a text: Can I get a Brazilian wax?

After she was done and at the counter waiting for the trainer the answer came back: 'Yes, but leave a little strip for me!'

'Super,' she thought. 

For the next hour Eric, a really nice young black man, a triathlete, ran her through some machines that were designed to build endurance and firm the muscle groups she'd indicated she wanted to firm up. Squats, leg presses, and the like along with a cardio machine that was kind of like a step machine but went from side to side as well as up and down. By the time she was free of him, her second master, she felt each muscle in a new way, visualizing her anatomy, aided by the burning.

She showered, thinking how nice the place was and how she'd never be able to afford this. Then got dressed, replaced the pearls, and went back to see Karla.

"Hi Mei Chun. Who'd you have?"

"Eric, and he kicked my butt."

"That's what he's here for. Ready to get started?"

"Sure, I'm all yours."

"Did you decide on a waxing too?"

"Yes, please."

"Before or after?"

"First I guess," she figured get the pain out of the way and let the massage sooth her.

"Ok. This way to change and I'll be right in."

"Oh, so you'll be doing the waxing and massage?"

"Yes, I don't just stand at the register all day, I'm a trained massage therapist too."

"Oh great, I just thought you were the manager or something."

She turned and Mei was fascinated by her hair as it bobbed in a pony tail. She'd never seen red hair so silky and so ruby red before. It was gorgeous. She followed her a few steps into a changing room that had two doors. She stripped, locked the pearls in the locker, wrapped a towel around her and went in with the key on a spiraled band on her wrist. She wasn't there so Mei slid off the towel and got under the sheet and light blanket. 

The redhead came in with a tray, set it down on a side board, turned the lights down and they discussed the waxing. 

"So what shall it be? Smooth as a baby or shall we leave a little landing strip for your man?"

"I think a strip is what he'd like."

"A three-quarter inch wide landing strip it is. Are you ready?" She said taking a corner of the blanket in her hand. 

"Sure."

Karla pulled the blanket to her ankles and brought over a stool. She rested her palm on Mei's mound, arm between her legs, as she turned to select some scissors. 

"Are you coming from another health club Mei Chun?" she asked, carefully clipping her pubic hair with short meticulous snips. 

"No, I haven't been to one since college."

"But your so thin and trim."

She felt a blush warm her cheeks. "No, just lucky I guess." 

Mei never experienced a woman's touch on her vulva before. She didn't know what to feel, but was feeling it nonetheless. It felt weird, not unpleasant in the slightest, just warm, delicate, gentle and tinged with something that probably shouldn't be there in a spa waxing. She was certainly ok with a woman touching her, a visit to her gyno didn't gross her out like it did some other women, and she had no homophobia to speak of. Yet having this pretty woman gently run her fingers through her pubic hair and graze the skin of her pussy was disturbingly sensual. 'It's probably me,' she thought, 'Philip has really brought out my inner slut and I'm interpreting everything as sexual.' She tried to put the idea out of her mind, 'I mean this woman is a professional, sees dozens of women a day.' And indeed she saw that Karla was casually chatting on about the staff at the gym and who her favorite Zumba instructors were. 

"Your tummy is so flat," she said, brushing the bits of black hair away. The trimming done it was time for the wax and Karla asked her to lift her knees and spread her legs a bit as she brushed cut pubic hair from her pussy. "And you have nice full lips, Mei Chun, really lovely."

"Thanks," she said, not really knowing anything else to say. She wondered, 'What do you say when a woman complements your pussy lips?'

Karla was careful applying the warm wax mixture to the outer lips of her vulva with a tongue depressor and immediately pressed a cotton strip into the wax, then firmly pushed and prodded it, depressing her labia firmly. 'No doubt about it,' Mei thought, 'man or woman it still feels really nice.' 

"I bet he loves licking them... your boyfriend." 

'What?!' she thought. 'Is this how people talk during a waxing? Or was this just her idle chit chat?' Was Karla, what?... trying to arouse her? Then an intense pain came racing to her brain as she ripped the strip off her.

"Sorry, Mei Chun. The sting will be gone in a second. And sorry for the distracting question. I've found nothing gets the mind off the pain to come better than getting people to think about sex."

"Ouch. Yeah, that hurt. So you weren't complementing my lips then?"

"Oh no," she said, holding the other strip glued to her pussy, "You've got beautiful pussy lips, thick and dark. I bet they hang down a bit when you really get turned on." 'Rip!' Mei's head went back and she moaned, basking in the pain. 'I'm going to have to teach Philip how to do this,' she thought.

"Tricking me again?" she said, squirming on the table and breathing quickly. 

"Yes, sorry."

"So you're what? I mean if you don't mind the question."

"I'm a fit twenty-six year old, unmarried woman in San Francisco," she said as she pushed her clit hood to one side, looking for stray hairs. "You can guess what that means." She found some stubborn little hairs and pressed some deodorant stick looking thing along another strip. "You were going to say master when we first spoke, before you changed it to boyfriend right?"

"Yeah... it's kinda complicated."

'Rip!'

"Oh my god!"

Karla saw that this was turning her on, a glean of moisture beginning to show between the now puffy folds. She'd been with a few women, enjoyed it immensely and had developed a fetish for Asian women, their lovely thin bodies, tan skin, silky black hair, cute small breasts, devastatingly sultry eyes, exactly like this new member. But she couldn't become involved with a her. She'd get fired for sure if anyone found out. 'Too bad, 'cause this one would be a lot of fun,' she thought. Nevertheless, she gave her lips a quick gentle stroking, which could be accounted for as part of the waxing.

Mei felt the sensation of Karla's hand along her slit that time as it was intended. It was a sexual caress, no doubt about it. She felt a tingle run from her stinging lips up her spine. 

"You were saying it's complicated?"

"Yeah but then when I learned what was expected of me it was so much easier. I just surrendered and it's been great ever since."

"Sounds wonderful. Is there any..." she was prompting Mei to go into more detail without having to ask but she just lay back waiting for her to finish her question. 

"Oh, it's ok, you can ask me anything you want."

"Anything kinky?"

"Oh yes, he has this room with all kinds of stuff, most of which we haven't used yet. I'd never done that before and it's so intense."

"Wow, a whole room. I've always wanted to be with a guy who knew what he was doing. Not some stumbling amateur but someone confident who knew how to treat a woman." She reapplied strips to the now naked lips to be thorough and ripped them off one after the other.

"Oh god!" The cloth pulled on her lips as it took a few remaining hairs with it. "So your a lesbian? How can you do this job without getting distracted?"

"Oh, I'm not a lesbian, not strictly anyway. I'm more bi I guess. I don't hate men or anything, in fact I have a boyfriend too, it's just that I really like being with women. It's great if you haven't tried it." She was thinking how nice it would be to have dinner with this hundred pound girl, take her to a hotel and gently introduce her to the ecstasy herself. "Does it bother you? I can have Kenisha finish."

"No, it's ok. I just have never..."

"Had a lesbo admire your pussy?"

"Yeah, or given me such spectacular pain like that."

"Are you are enjoying it?"

"I'm embarrassed to admit it but..."

"But it's your master that you give your pain too right?"

"Yeah, I think it's the pain he would be jealous about."

"I hope he won't mind the pleasure part." Karla's bare fingers stoked Mei Chun's labia again. She had left the gloves off on purpose. Mei's dewdrops of wetness were warm on her fingers, slick and viscous. 

Karla applied and ripped the other side again and further down her outer lips. "Maybe you could ask him?"

"Yeah," she distractedly said. "I... I don't know. Really, I'm so much his slut. He owns me. He gave me my necklace today."




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 07



"I was going to ask. It's beautiful. I've never been in that kind of relationship. What's it like? Lots of sex right?"

She went back to searching for strays, spreading her inner lips from the outer, inspecting the valleys between, but really to spend more time admiring her pussy, growing tacky and more moist with each touch. She pushed her labial lips from side-to-side, catching a faint whiff of her arousal, allowing herself to enjoy it. Then thought it really was time she just turned lesbian. Guys were great, sex wise and all, but having a nice soft girl to snuggle up with every night would be better. Maybe she could alternate, one night with her boyfriend, the next night with a girl just like Mei Chun here.

Mei had to think how to describe her relationship with Philip so far. "You'd think so but it didn't start right away. It was terrible at first, lots of abuse and fingers up my ass, but I didn't have a choice and I spent a lot of time crying."

"Turn over please. Let's clean up your backside." she said, figuring any more playing with her pussy might get her in trouble. 

Mei turned. "Up on your knees please," Karla said, and she did, head on the table, ass in the air. Mei felt wonderfully vulnerable and exposed. 

Karla spread a bit more of the stick wax on a couple of strips and pulled the micro hairs from her crack... nothing really back there but it did give her a nice look at her pussy. With lips as puffy and soft as dough, brown tipped inner lips, flamboyantly spread and sticky against their outer companions, and a nice long hood that looked so lickable, Mei Chun had an awesome looking pussy.

"So does he like it... here?" She touched her anus in the guise of having to look around for hairs. Mei's ass wiggled a bit and her back bowed down, pushing her ass higher in the air.

'She is really trying to turn me on.' "Yeah," she said breathlessly, "He said it was his first time but I loved it and so did he."

'How much could I get away with before this girl would complain to the gym,' Karla wondered. "I've never been into anal much but I understand it can be fantastic." She pressed along the sides of her little hole and Mei swallowed a moan. "Or disastrous."

"He made me come last night that way."

"Doing this cute little hole? Really?" Karla longed to touch it and toy with her pussy a bit more, maybe slide a finger in and she figured, with eighty percent confidence, that Mei Chun would love it but... too much of a risk. 

"He really knows what he's doing." She was going to tell her all about the hour long, fifty orgasm experience of the other night but before she could, Karla said, "Now for the big finish."

"Huh?"

"I've still not finished up front."

Mei turned over with a sense of anticipation and Karla applied the wax solution to the thick matt of hair on the right of her mound and covered it with a long strip, then repeated on the left leaving a thin strip of hair precisely in the middle. 

"Are you ready Mei Chun? These two are the really painful ones. They feel like your flesh is being ripped off." She gave the two strips a preview tug. 

"You're not trying to distract me?"

"Thought you'd appreciate it this way. Still, if you need some distraction, I..."

"Yes?" Karla noticed that look in her eye, the glossy, drugged look a girlfriend used to have just as the strap-on entered her.

"No... I'd better not... I'd..."

"I won't tell anyone."

She looked at her for a long moment. It was her eyes and her erect nipples that pushed her onward. "I could," she was risking a lot but, what the hell. "Can you be discrete?"

Without thinking Mei said, "Yes."

"Promise that you never talk about this. I like working here and I'd really be pissed if..."

"Don't worry."

She saw Karla let go of the strips, felt her fingers open her lips and slide into her. She moaned aloud, her head went back but tried to keep eye contact. Too late the idea that she really shouldn't be doing this crept into her consciousness. 'Jenny you slut,' it said, 'he gave you that necklace this morning and your letting someone else fuck you this evening.'

Karla was loving it. Mei was wet. Entering her was like breaching a dam, the sloshing sound of her fingers sliding into a sopping pussy and the coating her fingers were getting was incredibly sexy. She was so warm and tight too and responsive.

"So never had a woman Mei Chun?"

Mei had grabbed her wrist with one hand, pulling her fingers deeper.

"Oh god Karla, I shouldn't be doing this. But having a women fuck me like this is really hot."

"First girl?" she asked again. For some reason it was important to her. Like taking a virgin was to some guys. 

"Yeah. You're my first."

"Your really sexy Mei Chun."

"Call me Mei when you're fingers are in me."

"Your beautiful Mei. So sexy." She leaned over her face, her red hair dangling over her, the freckles on her clear skin like ink drops on light pink paper. "Can I kiss you?" Her right hand was on her breast.

Mei smelled her perfume. "Yes," she sighed. Mei's head spun as Karla's face approached. Never had she kissed a woman. Never had the idea been attractive. Now it seemed vital that Karla kiss her immediately. "Kiss me."

Their lips joined, Karla's tongue played along hers and Mei surrendered and her legs flopped open. It was so sweet, this feeling of a woman's lips and this girl's desire and the strong steady thrusting into her cunt. 'Why is this so different?' "Oh..." 'Why is this so good?'

The femininity of it was overpowering. The softness of her lips and tongue, the smell of her perfume, the apple and cinnamon of her shampoo all combined in this delicacy of womanhood that intoxicated Mei. That instant she realized she'd always ignored the other half of the sex coin. Never contemplating it's allure. Experiencing this woman, feeling the finger tips press against her spot and thrust into her was just as fantastic as Philip's fingers but as different as pears and peaches.

Karla kissed and thrust for minute after glorious minute, occasionally rubbing Mei's hard little clit with her thumb. Mei groaned into her mouth, desperate for each sensation. Then Karla withdrew her tongue, lifted away a fraction of an inch and, lips still touching said, "I'm going to suck your nipples Mei... sound good?" Her deep moan indicated it would be just the thing.

She stood up, moved her right hand down to stroke her clit a few times and by the reaction, decided her nipples could wait a minute.

At the back of Mei's mind was an inkling that something was missing. Something not quite right. "Karla, let me see your pussy."

Karla grinned, she'd hoped Mei would say that and pulled down her tight black yoga pants with her right hand, exposing the little red tinted arrow. She put her right knee on the table, touching Mei's forearm. Mei propped herself on her elbow and stretched her right hand to cup Karla's bare pussy, outer lips thick, inner distended and hanging. "I've never touched a pussy before, not one that wasn't mine. It's beautiful, Karla." She felt her wetness seeping from her, warm and slick like her own.

"Like it Mei?"

"Wow... love it." She brought her hand to her mouth, sniffed and experimentally tasted it. Her head went all shaky again, like she'd licked a 9 volt battery.

"Careful, once you taste pussy you'll never be able to stop. That's how it was for me."

She returned her hand and all she could think about was licking and kissing it, sucking those lips into her mouth. Her life had now totally turned upside down.

"Put a finger in me," Karla said and Mei groped for the opening. "Not there, Mei honey." She took her hand and guided her in. "That's it. Now search for my g-spot after a few more pushes inside me."

Mei didn't know if she was doing it correctly but figured by Karla's reaction, and the fact that she slowed the thrusts into her own pussy meant she must be doing something right. A thousand times she'd fingered herself, knew what the g-spot felt like but touching another woman, seeing those lips part as her finger press into her was astounding, it made her need burn within her. She reveled in the yielding, spongy softness of her outer lips that were pushed aside as her bent fingers pressed upward. She took out her finger and hungrily sucked on it, tasting Karla. Her eyes went from her pussy to Karla's face and she gave a sheepish grin and in return got Karla's wide smile.

"Like the taste?"

"Love it."

"Welcome to the club Mei. You're going to love it."

"And to think... I have cart blanch for all the massages I want."

"I'll show you everything I know. You'll be an expert pussy licker in no time."

Her head spun again, another lick of the battery. "Can I try now?"

Karla glanced at the clock, only fifteen minutes left. "Sure but maybe you want to wait so we can do it right. Plus you're going to need to clean up a bit. Don't want master to get a whiff of pussy on you."

"Right... well just a sample then?"

Wow, Karla liked this girl a lot. She slowed and pulled her fingers out of Mei, sucking on them with a wicked grin on her face. She stepped out of the yoga pants and told Mei to lay back. "Bring your head back until it slides off the end of the table." She did so and Karla moved a small stool to the front of the table and stood, positioning her pussy over Mei's face, one knee next to her shoulder.

The disorientation returned with a vengeance as Mei saw her slit approaching, girded for it and felt the press of warm wet, musky smelling flesh push upon her lips and nose. Instinctively she began to suck, pulling in the soft warmth into her mouth and felt as well as heard the deep moan from Karla. 'Oh my fucking god this is hot,' she thought. 'Good god, I see what lesbians find so unbelievably sexy about this.' Her tongue lapped and she felt her clit with it, a firm bit of skin surrounded in a sea of delicate softness.

Her hands wrapped around Karla's hips and pulled on her, coaxing her to rub into her, yearning for greater pressure on her face. She saw Karla's asshole, cute and pink. She wished she could get a finger in her but the position was all wrong. 'Next time,' she thought, 'there could be lots of next times.' She forgot about the newness of it all, forgot about Philip and her betrayal and just focused on Karla, her wet pussy and the light smell and taste of her cunt. 

Karla was aroused like she hadn't been in years. Finally her fantasy of seducing a hot young Asian woman in the massage room was coming true. She was getting her pussy licked and had this beautiful body spread out before her. She reached forward and played with the straps glued to Mei's pussy, gave them a tug and Mei pushed her hips up with her feet, following the pain. A moan reverberated in her pussy. She did it again and Mei broke contact with her cunt, "Oh fuck... do that again." She did, taking a chunk of hair out with a ripping sound. "Oh fuck," a high pitched squeal this time. She decided to leave the rest for when she was coming and dove in to suck her pussy. She repositioned Mei down three or four inches and spread her legs. 

Mei felt Karla's lips surround her pussy, her hair tumble over and tickle her ass cheeks. 'Oh holy shit that feels good, so soft and licking just... at... the... right spot.' "Karla... Oh god, yes lick along there," then lifted her neck slightly to regain contact with her pussy.

Karla had some practice and knew she sucked pussy really well. She slurped, nuzzled, worried and stroked her clit and lips. Judging by the squeezes Mei was giving her head with her thighs she was close. Then she felt something she hadn't expected. Mei was fingering around her asshole. 'Wow... nice. Yeah.. do that,' she thought. 'Make this a first for me too.' "Oh Mei.. Yeah... stick your finger in me. Not too deep."

Mei got another one of those mind quakes, like her whole being shifted to another dimension for an instant and then back. The idea of making this girl come was too good to be true and slid her well wetted finger into Karla's ass.

"Oh.. Oh.. Fuck," Karla squeaked, trying to keep the noise down. "God that's good Mei... fuck it. Shove it in."

Mei struggled with the position but fucked her ass with the first half of her index finger, licking her clit with all the speed she could. She knew she was about to come as well but hoped to last long enough for Karla to come first.

"Oh... oooh... wow. Mmmm..." Karla leaned up, put a hand on Mei's pussy, rubbing as quickly as she could and grabbed a strip.

Mei knew what was coming.

Karla yanked as hard as she could and Mei just exploded under her, bouncing on the table and screaming into her cunt. That was too much for Karla and she started coming herself, pressing down on Mei to stifle the scream and get more pressure on her clit. She had the presence of mind to give the other strip a tug and Mei screamed again, her hand feeling a gush issue from Mei's pussy. Then, as Mei was coming down, she yanked the other strip and the whole ride started over.

Mei was panting, Karla was panting, and saying, "Good god Mei Chun... you're amazing." She held the two straps, Mei's black pubic hair attached, looking like two brushes. She dismounted and kissed Mei, heads facing the opposite way. Tongues touched surface to surface and they moaned and panted in each others mouths. 

"Jesus Karla, that was spectacular." 

Karla hummed in agreement and kissed a few times very gently, with soft quick touches of her lips to Mei's.

She moved around, inspected her work, gave her clit a little peck and a long lick up her drenched slit. "I so look forward to your returning Mei Chun. I can't tell you."

"I'm going to have to get master's permission but I don't think that will be a problem. Think you've got time for me three nights a week?"

Karla leaned over her, pressed her lips to Mei's and, withdrawing, said, "If I have to open my own spa to get you on the table three nights a week I'll do it."

She cleaned her up with just a few touch ups and Mei hopped off the table, gave Karla a cute look over her shoulder and winked as she went in and got dressed. Luckily there was a sink in the changing room and she got a towel and rinsed her pussy and face.

"Karla, I hope my screaming didn't disturb anyone. It was my first waxing and I didn't know what to expect." Kenisha was standing at the counter with her and Mei said to her, "It was my first time."

"Are you pleased with the results?" Kenisha asked.

"Oh yes. I'm going to be a regular." She grinned over her shoulder at the two women and saw Karla wink.



From Jenny to Mei Ch. 08



Please start with Chapter 1 or you won't know what's going on.

My most heartfelt thanks to John who's editing prevented me from looking stupid!

*****

Fresh from her first waxing and lesbian encounter, Mei was flush with a guilty satisfaction. At quarter past nine she got in the taxi, same driver, and texted: "On my way... you're going to like the new me!"

"Can't wait to see it. Hungry?"

"Starving."

She knew that she'd have to come clean to him at some point, accept the punishment and hope for the best. Maybe he would cancel the membership; she hadn't thought of that, or maybe it would be something more terrible. Whatever it was she'd have to take the consequences and hope her betrayal didn't hurt him too terribly. But until then, at least on the taxi ride home, she glowed in the memory of her first girl. 'Wow... it was spectacular!'

##########

Philip had been too busy that day to pay Mei a surreptitious visit. He'd been busy analyzing and responding to an attack on his highest profile client from some Russian hackers. It was a distributed denial of service (DoS) attack that brought down the main website in an attempt to mask the real objective: an attack on a particularly obscure server that held no data, but could be exploited thanks to obsolete version of FreeBSD, containing a flaw in one of it's daemons.

He had a plan in place to deal with the DoS, which normally overloaded servers by inundating them with tens of thousands of bogus requests per second, and had the site back up before the executives even knew it was down, but dealing with the critical vulnerability took most of the day. He repurposed one of the spares he had on stand-by and moved the vulnerable functions over to it. 

When Mei texted him it was a welcome break; he'd been thinking about her all day. He had a pork medallion with balsamic onion-fig relish dribbled over it with carrots and leeks warming in the oven for her. A small salad Nicoise with olives, boiled egg, and anchovies waited on the counter, and he prepared a simple strawberry daiquiri and met her at the door when he heard her climbing the stairs. 

"How was your day, baby?" he asked.

"Oh my, so busy and I was so good, did you see?"

"No, sorry, a bit of an emergency at work today."

She took the drink, took a big mouthful, swallowed and gave him a kiss, wondering if he could smell Karla's pussy on her lips. 

"How was the gym?" he asked, returning to the kitchen.

"Amazing. How can you afford it? The place had everything and I'm afraid I'm going to bankrupt you getting massages and buying clothes." She put the drink down and began undressing. 

"You don't have to worry about that."

She looked at him carefully, trying to decide if it was just bravado or if he really had wealth. Every woman wanted to know the details of a man's resources. It was a core requirement, like breast size or a comely face for some men, it touched a deep area of the unconscious mind, a requirement that was the prerequisite for a contented relationship.

He knew this, but she'd have to wait for the full story — that his low cost lifestyle and current job provided more than enough indulge Mei for six month without impact. 

Naked but for her pearls, she scampered over to the stool, climbed up on the mottled black marble counter and laid flat on its cold surface, feet dangling over the edge. "Come see," she said, impatient to get his reaction. 

He brought out the salad, put it on the prep counter below her and moved to the gap that acted as the entry way to the kitchen. He put his elbows on the outside of her knees and rested his chin in his hands. He looked at the perfectly straight vertical edge between her skin and hairline. It was beautiful, the way her smooth, light, tan skin contrasted with the fluffy black fur over her mound. It accentuated the pubic bump, and her naked labia were more arousing than ever. He toyed with her hair, pulling gently, watching how it lifted the skin, the bumps at the roots rising in little goose flesh beneath. Her lips were so completely smooth and bare the skin seemed to shine. 

"Lovely, Mei Chun. I didn't think it could look any better." She bent her knees to give him the full view and he admired more. "Did it hurt? It's still a little pink."

"Yeah, it was amazingly painful, but worth it," and added after a moment, "if you like it."

"Oh, I like it." He leant down, stuck out his tongue and licked her once along the full length of her soft, naked lips.

"Hmmmmm, that's nice," she purred. "Can I teach you to do it next time?"

"That good, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Did it turn you on?"

"Um... a bit... does it make you angry?" She sat up, got down and took a stool. They picked on the salad together. She preferred the olives and tomatoes, he the artichokes and anchovies. 

"No... it was a woman who waxed you of course." She nodded yes, sucking an olive into her mouth. 

"Ever had a lesbian experience, Mei?"

She coughed and said "No," and he began to talk about how sexual orientation for women isn't as fixed as for men and how it's not unusual for a young woman to have a few encounters before settling down to marriage. She could talk to him about it, he offered, if she found she was feeling confused. By the time he'd finished, the salad was gone, so he got some wine and the plate from the oven, setting it before her on the counter. It looked fabulous.

Her heart was racing. Could she get off this easily? 

Mei wasn't used to eating late like this, so, while they were talking, she dug in. He enjoyed her appetite, as all good cooks do, and stood behind her, running a finger down her spine. 

"That surprises me, given the emails you traded with that girl in Tokyo. What was her name?"

"Ryoko."

"Right. You mentioned FaceTime and it sounded like you two did some experimenting. What is that you're wearing? A new perfume or just the soap from the gym?"

Mei nearly inhaled an asparagus spear.

"It smells musky, somehow. I like it."

"Um... must be the massage oil." 'He really does deserve the truth,' she thought. And given how he'd seen right through her before she knew she couldn't get away with it for long. Might as well confess, but how? She wished it hadn't happened, or rather, that she'd asked his permission first. Then an idea occurred to her. She would ask him, see how he reacted and if he didn't object, tell him it happened on Wednesday. That seemed like a good plan, but she knew it was a deception and the idea lost its appeal. It was what Jenny would have done. 

"So getting a bit turned on by a woman touching you intimately down there doesn't surprise me. Was she pretty?"

"Everyone there is pretty."

"Was it the red head with the freckles and the perfect body?"

"Yes, Karla."

"Soft, gentle strokes?"

"Yes," she hung her head, the pain of shame showing clearly. That's when he knew.

"So you liked the spa?" he asked.

"Oh my god, yes!" She changed attitude to a bright enthusiasm quite suddenly. "I wanted to talk to you about that. You've been so sweet, Philip, but I feel like I'm taking advantage. You know they do everything?"

"Enjoy it."

"But..."

"What?"

"But..."

"But what for Christ's sake?"

"I don't deserve it."

"Then deserve it. That's a command... from your master, if you like."

"How? I'm not good enough. I'm not a good person."

"You will be, honey. You're going to be the best person. Listen, it's still early. You've only been my beautiful Mei Chun for a few days. You have to be patient and I know you're going to lose your way. Like with Karla."

She dropped her fork. He grabbed her hair, not viciously or with anger, but to give her no choice but to turn her head. He leaned in and smelled her face, licked her cheek, moved back and smiled. "Tell me about it, Mei. Tell me the truth." The look of guilt and fear in her eyes told him there was a story.

"I... I... "

"Do you want to sit and be comfortable?"

"Yes."

He took her plate, "You're done right?"

"Yes," she had no more appetite and left half the meal unfinished.

"Go to the couch and be prepared to tell me everything." He got two snifters of brandy, not his favorite but perhaps appropriate for a confession. He knew that Mei would backslide and had considered it could be something like this. The transition in personalities couldn't be clean and tidy and he was prepared to forgive. He wasn't terribly angry, more disappointed, but also grateful that it wasn't a man to whom she'd succumbed.

"You're not angry?" she asked, taking the snifter. "What is this?"

"Brandy. Let it warm in your hand before you take a sip. You might not like it." She swirled it in her glass as she'd seen in movies and sniffed it. It smelled like alcohol to her. "Mei, I want to say one thing before you begin. Do not lie to me, either through omission or to deceive me."

She nodded her head solemnly. "Before I start, and I know I'm not in any position to ask a favor but please don't get her in trouble for this."

"Well, first I need to know what happened, but I have no interest in getting anyone fired. Obviously your concern means she did something inappropriate but with your consent... is that right?"

"Yes... it just happened. She just... I was naked and she started touching me and looking down there and said nice things about my lips and when she started ripping off my hair, I got turned on, the pain was amazing and I think she noticed. She said she was bi and that she could distract me and the next thing I knew her fingers were inside me and then... I ... then..."

"Do you want to cry, Mei?" She was perplexed at his warm tone and calm attitude. 

"No... no I don't. I'm sick of crying. I have to grow up and accept my responsibility. I fucked up Philip and I'm sorry. I fingered her and licked her pussy and I loved it. So let's go." She stood up and bent over the arm of the couch. "Beat me until you get your anger out. Until I've paid."

He sat still, wondering what her punishment should be. "Did you come?"

"Yes... It was spectacular. Now fucking spank me."

"You don't choose your punishment, Jenny."

"Don't call me that!" She said it in real, tempestuous anger. 

He got up with a fire in his eyes that frightened her, then spanked her harder than he ever had. "You don't command! You don't order! You obey! Can you get that through your thick head, Jenny?"

"Yes," she cried, tears in her eyes, but she was still in control of herself. "I am sorry."

"Go home."

"What?" She thought he said go home.

"Go home. Wait in the stairwell until the taxi comes and go home."

"No, Philip, please."

He got up, pulled out his phone and made the call.

"Please, Philip, no. I don't want to go home... just spank me or whip me or something. Don't send me home."

"Get dressed," he said to her and turned to say, "Yeah, now please. You've got the address right? Yeah... honk twice when you're downstairs."

He walked to his work area, got her keys and tossed them on the floor in front of her. "Go home," he said again, then turned toward his bedroom, "and no histrionics."

Mei got dressed, left the choker on the table and put it and the collar next to some change of address forms from the post office. She unlocked the bolts on the door, opened it, stepped down a few stairs and sat down waiting for the taxi. A cold orange glow seeped in where the black paint had peeled off the bar-clad entry door. She began to cry.

Philip hated this. She needed to be punished for her outburst, not necessarily the sex, but wished it didn't hurt her so much. However, for her own good, she needed to understand his control or the transformation wouldn't last. 

He got up, went out to the apartment and saw her pearls on the table next to the collar. He considered opening the door and giving them to her to take, but that would only make him feel better; it wouldn't help in the long run. Then he heard the taxi honk its horn and heard Mei shuffle off the stairs and unlock the door. A moment later a door closed and the sound of the taxi faded into the night.

He sat on the couch and drank his brandy, finishing hers as well. After half an hour of reassessment and planning, he went to bed. 

##########

Mei cried in misery all the way home, under the eye of a different driver. The punishment wasn't unexpected and this was less than she deserved. How could she have been so stupid to be tempted? The only answer had to be she was still Jenny, still a whore and all the wonderful feelings over the last couple of days were an illusion. She figured Philip would no longer be interested in blackmailing her or keeping her as a slave or anything else. That would explain why he didn't get angry, well... not really angry. 

She looked to pay the taxi when he pulled up around her block but realized she didn't know where her purse was. Anyway, Philip had an account with the company since he'd basically abducted her on Friday. 'Holy shit,' she thought, 'Friday. It's been four days. How can your life change so much in four days?' 

She entered her place and felt lonelier than she ever had before. Watching her father drive away, knowing he was going back to China and wouldn't be living with them any more was the last time she felt like this. She was nine. It hurt so much she knew it would kill her, but in the end it only crippled her heart.

She undressed, showered, got into her cold bed and gently cried until she slept. 

##########

Philip lay in bed, his emotions frayed. Had Mei strayed out of confusion or insubordination? It mattered a great deal. He wanted to believe she was just overwhelmed by the past ten days — vulnerable, exploited by a woman who saw her as a quick conquest. If it were rebellion then regaining control would be much harder. He resolved to keep a cool head, knowing that if he were too severe, he could do real damage, even lose her for good. Perhaps he would risk a text in the morning and a gesture to keep her focused on him.

##########

She got to work early, hoping to see Samantha. She was sure she'd have good advice for her. But by a twist of fate she was sick that day. At 10:30 she looked up her cell number on a sheet of paper that floated around the office and called her from the hallway.

"Mei Chun, honey, it's you."

"Hi Samantha. I'm sorry to call you when you're sick."

"Honey, call me Sammy! We're like sisters, you and me, now that we've got a deep, dark secret to share, and I ain't sick!My man Raymond and I went to five thirty this morning and I can't hardly walk." Her laugh was infectious and Mei laughed too. 

"I did something stupid, Sammy. Something dumb, and he made me go back to my place."

"Tell sister Sammy, honey. Another man?"

"Another woman."

"Hmm. I didn't know you went that way, honey. But tell me, what was it exactly that got him angry?"

"Hmmm, well, he seemed to understand but he called me Jenny and I got angry and told him not to call me that."

"Ah, right. Do you see, sweetie? Did he kick you out or did he spank you first?"

"He hit me harder than he ever had before and it wasn't fun at all."

"Anger takes all the fun out of it, doesn't it? He shouldn't spank you when he's angry. He should known that."

"He's never done this before."

"You see why he's punishing you, don't you, honey?"

"Yes, I was defiant but..."

"No buts, Mei-Chun. You either do this all the way, one-hundred percent, or not at all."

"Right... so you don't think it was the sex?"

"Well, maybe, but it might have turned him on. Remember, were not dealing with a normal man here. Not that normal men don't get turned on by the thought of two women sliding up against each other, but these are men that have exceptional drive and willpower. He has a vision of you that he wants to see become real. If you think you can become that vision, then things will work out fine. If not, then you should quit now."

"I can. I know I can and I want to so much."

"Does that vision of you include sex with other women?"

She thought for a moment. "Yeah, probably. I don't think that's what pissed him off."

"Then honey, you've got nothing to worry about. Just ride this out and you'll be back at his place before the end of the week. Just don't, and I mean don't, ever play with another man while you're with him. You'll regret it and it will destroy him. Listen to me, Mei Chun."

"Right, Samantha... Sammy. I won't."

"You say that now but at some point, maybe three months into it, you're going to be convinced you're the most beautiful and desirable woman in the world and you deserve more. Just remember what I am saying now: don't do it."

She took her warning seriously, thanked her again and went back to work feeling so much better. 

##########

At eleven thirty a courier came with a small box, a picnic basket, and the most elegant orchids Mei had ever seen. She knew immediately that they were from Philip. She signed for it and untaped and opened the card on top.

It read:

'I want you to eat well so I've prepared something for lunch. You forgot your gift. I won't call you that again if you don't deserve it.

At five a woman named Markéta will arrive. Go with her and do what she says. 

Love Philip'

For a while she followed the letters of the last two words with her finger. 'Love Philip. L-o-v-e Philip.' It felt it was a command. She considered that maybe he left out the comma on purpose to make it so. 

She cut open the box, opened the case and put on the choker. She wondered what this Markéta had in store for her. She didn't like what she imagined and moved the orchids to the filing cabinet next to her workspace.

Judy and Carol were all over the basket, pulling out glass containers and removing the lids, sniffing at the unfamiliar dishes. 

"Hey, it's mine."

"Smells wonderful. Did he cook this himself?" Judy asked. 

"Yes, and if you're nice, I'll share."

They put it all back, admired the flowers and, in ten minutes, decided on an early lunch break of homemade lobster ravioli in a light white sauce with creamed cauliflower. There was a sweet potato purée with walnuts and fresh rolls, and four crème caramels for dessert. 

She texted him after the first spoonful of the custard. 

"Thank you, Philip. I feel so badly. Like the worst woman on earth."

"Don't. It breaks my heart."

"Will you forgive me?"

"Will you learn your lesson?"

"Yes. If you have to punish me a thousand times. I will finally submit and surrender to you."

She waited for a reply but when one didn't come she texted, "Can you endure?"

She didn't know it but he was wiping a tear from his eye, rereading her message. 

"Yes, Mei. I can endure."

"I love you so much it hurts!"

"Me too, princess."

As five approached her apprehension grew. Mei pictured the woman he sent leading her off to a dungeon where a gang of hideous lesbian trolls would whip her and shove their pussies into Mei's face. It wasn't an entirely unpleasant prospect. Perhaps he had some notion of whipping any lesbian tendencies out of her. 

Sure enough, precisely at five, a blond woman who looked like a dominatrix in business disguise entered and stood before Mei Chun.

"Miss Mei Chun, I presume?" She even had a european accent but pronounced her name perfectly. 

"Yes. I'm Mei Chun."

"Are you ready for your adventure? Come with me if you please."

She followed her down to her car, a sexy black BMW befitting a woman in black leather. She dared not ask any questions and entered. The severe-looking Nordic woman didn't speak or smile; she just exited the garage and turned out of town.

Mei's nerves began to fray. She found she was gripping the seat with her nails. 

"You are taking me somewhere?"

"Yes. Evidently."

"Yeah. Well, I guess I deserve it."

"Yes well, Mr. Conners seems to think so."




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 08



"Will - will it be too awful?"

"I think a woman like you will find the experience very pleasurable." Her blue eyes looked over Mei like she was meat and a sly smile curled her gorgeous, shiny lips, lipstick perfectly applied.

'A woman like me,' she thought. 'He told her what a whore I am.' She stopped asking questions.

She had some euro stuff on the stereo and seemed to be ignoring her. After twenty minutes on the freeway the woman took an exit and crossed over the freeway into a posh area Mei recognized. 'What a strange part of town for a lesbian gang bang,' she thought, but who knew what happened behind closed doors in tony neighborhoods? Wonder turned to bewilderment as they pulled into a mall parking lot just outside Saks Fifth Avenue.

"What are we doing here?"

"Why, we are shopping for you, Miss Huang."

"Shopping?" Her imagination was still stuck on torment. "Like, for leather or lingerie?"

"Yes, well, all items can be considered, but Mr. Conners insisted that all purchases be approved by me. I am a style consultant and he has arranged for me to outfit you with an entirely new wardrobe. This will be our first appointment with as many to follow on as needed. Shall we begin here?" She gestured to Saks.

Mei was dumbfounded. She didn't move to get out of the car when Markéta had. She was frozen in the seat. Not only had he forgiven her but he was going to drop tens of thousands more on her. His confidence in her overwhelmed her and she started to hyperventilate. She felt the tears drip onto her hands folded in her lap as she stared at the Saks sign on the brick wall of the mall. She felt loved but totally unworthy, and it hurt. 

With some difficulty Markéta got her out of the car and into the mall. She'd seen women react differently to a surprise shopping spree, but never like this. 

Mei recovered by the time they got to ladieswear and stood like a spectator as the tall, svelte woman went through the racks with a practiced eye and sure determination. Occasionally, she would look over at Mei, make some internal calculation, then look back to the item and keep flipping through the rack.

"You are approximately 167 cm, correct?" Seeing the puzzled expression on Mei's face, she said, "That is five feet, five inches."

"Yes."

"And 100 pounds?"

"About that."

"That's a very slim figure. Your bust?"

"Thirty-three B, but I've never been happy with my bras. C is too loose and a B seems a bit tight, at least for most of them."

"Have you ever been fitted?"

"For a bra? No."

"Then we must do that. We should've started with that first. Turn around, please. Let me see your fanny."

She did, lifting her striped blouse to show her ass in her jeans and stepping up on her toes to flex a bit.

"Yes, well, we have that we can work with." She quickly selected several items, skirts, pants of several different styles and colors.

"We'll start with these, but first we need to get a blouse, at least a temporary one, to get the full effect."

"What's wrong with this one?"

Markéta didn't answer right away; she just looked at it like it was a filthy rag. "We need something that's going to reflect your new look. You have particular colors that you're partial to?"

"I like bright yellows and pale blues."

"Those are exactly the colors that don't suit you." They had walked over to a rack of shirts and blouses. Markéta selected a cream-colored silk blouse, not unlike the one Philip had chosen for her, then walked to the changing room with the bottoms she selected. "Try each one of these and let me see them. I'll be looking for more."

She did and for the next hour she cycled through two dozen sets of pants, skirts, dresses, and sweaters, as well as the odd accessory. She thought something like this should be fun, but it was more like being outfitted by her mother. The clothes were beautiful, sure, but too mature and just not her style.

Each time she came out for review, the woman Philip hired made a comment as to why the item suited her or not. Pretty soon Mei grudgingly acknowledged that she made good sense. A skirt didn't flare just right, a pair of pants didn't hold her ass firmly enough or a color didn't match her skin tone perfectly.

She brought a pretty, powder blue silk scarf to her and draped it around Mei's neck. It was just the kind of thing she loved. "Look at your face in the mirror when I put this next to your skin. Do you see how it washes out your eyes and makes your skin look pale?"

"Yes, that's amazing. I never noticed it before."

"Now look at my eyes." She wrapped the scarf about her neck. "See how my eyes come alive? How my skin glows?"

"Yes. Wow." Her bright blue eyes seemed to intensify. 

"This is why you should never wear this shade of blue again."

Selections purchased, the two moved on to an underwear boutique. This was the finest shopping center for five hundred miles. Only Hollywood had a denser concentration of high-end shops. It hosted Hermès, Neiman Marcus, Cartier, and other brands about which Mei Chun only dreamt.

When they entered Markéta was greeted as a respected and valued customer, and they were shown to a private fitting room where Mei's measurements were painstakingly taken by an old man with no regard to her privacy or comfort. When he stepped out, she said, "Mei Chun, you can be completely relaxed with Mr. Levi, he is like a doctor and has seen the most famous breasts in Hollywood." Mr. Levi found she was a C cup but just at the borderline. The man, apparently in the business for innumerable years and as accustomed to breasts as a cobbler was to shoes, suggested a brand to try and some exercises that might firm her pectoral muscles to give her perhaps an additional quarter inch around the bust. 

When they walked the store, Markéta spoke about personal preference for the first time. "This is intimate apparel, so perhaps your input is most important here. You select the items and I'll decide if they're appropriate."

"What do you mean by appropriate?"

"Oh, color and fit, mostly. You can look as much like a floozy as you like, in fact the more brazen you look, the better with these items." She laughed a bit, which, for the first time, made her seem like a person. She paused for a moment, looked at Mei Chun's pretty face and said, "I'm delighted, Miss Huang, to be shopping with you. It's such a refreshing change to fit someone who is a real person with a beautiful young body."

"Thank you, Markéta. You do have a wonderful sense of style. Do you do this much?"

"Yes, it's my profession. My clients are among the most famous people in the entertainment industry. But along with the singers and actresses I have a lot of clients who are older and in very bad shape." 

"Would I recognize the names of your clients?"

"Grace Dixon, last year's Grammy winner, and Olivia Palmer, who won the Oscar for best supporting actress."

Mei gasped.

"But while they're very nice in their way, they are unbelievably demanding clients and their profession leads to a certain poverty of the soul. It's nice to have someone who, pardon the expression, is a blank slate. Someone over whom I can have complete control, as it were."

"You don't seem to be enjoying it much."

"I am sorry. You know it's part of my job to be a bit cold. Usually when I'm working, I'm surrounded by other consultants and stylists all fighting to impress the client and that means I have to assert my authority. With you I should really just relax and be myself. Please forgive me for being so cold."

"That's ok. I was a full-time snotty bitch myself until a week ago. Not I'm implying you are - please don't misunderstand."

Markéta paused and turned toward her, eyes focused on her neck. "May I inquire about those lovely pearls you're wearing?"

"Do you like them? They are a gift from Philip."

"They are exquisite." She leaned a little closer, her hands gently resting on Mei's shoulders. "I think," she spoke very slowly, examining carefully, "They are," she leant back, now looking at the ruby, "perhaps the finest I've seen." 

Mei began to blush.

"And Mei, I have seen fine jewelry before. Exquisite. Your Mr. Conners must be exceptionally wealthy and," she scanned up and down Mei's body again, "he has very fine tastes."

Mei began to describe Philip, his occupation and, without a great deal of detail, the general terms of their relationship. She explained that while he had absolute control, he had awakened something within her that she didn't know she possessed. That while it seemed contradictory, being his possession was the most liberating thing ever.

"I have heard of such relationships as this." She held a red chemise before Mei's body. "In fact my cousin from Plzeň is in something like this with a minister of public works in the Netherlands. From what I understand, it's as you say. The last time I saw her, she was very contented."

They continued to talk companionably, selecting several sets of lingerie and a dozen or so bras, which fit Mei like a second skin, and matching panties: some boy shorts and a couple bikinis, but mostly tangas, thongs and g-strings. Philip's wealth was diminished by $1,800 by the time they left at 8:00.

"Where to now?" Mei asked, now completely cheerful. 

"Now I return you to your apartment, I'm afraid. I must be getting to my hotel for a late dinner and an early bed. I've a flight to Paris in the morning. We'll continue when I return in a couple of weeks."

"Would you like to have dinner together? I haven't eaten either and I don't know about you, but dinner alone never appeals to me. That is unless you have a date?"

Markéta was surprised a bit by the offer and was apprehensive about making this a more personal relationship. Then Mei said, "Let me ask Philip."

She texted him rather than calling, knowing that she was still being punished and more direct contact would have to be left for him to initiate. 

The reply came back instantly and, as she suspected, he assented. "He says to add it to his bill."

"Very well, then. There is a brasserie in this mall I think. Perhaps it's not bad."

So they dined and it was indeed acceptable. They shared a bottle of wine and Markéta gossiped about her clients, especially the current mistress of the French president, the new one no one knew about yet. She was curious about Mei's relationship with her new mysterious client and held her breath when she described the nipple clamps and the exquisite pain they produced. She looked amazed when Mei described the fugue of constant orgasms stretching over an hour strapped to the table. She positively squirmed in her seat when Mei recounted in exquisitely erotic detail last night's encounter with the redhead Karla and the waxing.

"Does your, um, master, Mr. Conners, condone such things?"

"I don't think he objects to sex with other women, it's just doing it without his permission or maybe participation that has me in trouble."

"So," she said nervously, with her brilliant blue eyes shining, full of an intensity that Mei was beginning to recognize, "You might text him now, for example," she reached back and with her thumb and open palm gathered her long beautiful hair and carried it forward to rest on her shoulder, "and ask him if you could share my hotel room this evening?"

Mei's hand moved to the phone by her plate, and looked into the tall woman's lovely, sparkling eyes and said, "Oh my, Markéta, I'd love to..." then moved her hand away. Markéta's smile faded quickly. "But it would be too much. It would hurt him, being just a day after I, sort of betrayed him... you know?"

Mei saw that this disappointed her and perhaps she'd risked a lot by asking. "But this issue will be cleared up one way or another when you return. And I think I know how it's going to go. Have patience, please, and I'll see what I can do."

Her smile returned, not a warm smile of friendship, more like a hungry smile, that of a wolf or a man. 

"Don't risk anything that would upset your relationship with him. He sounds like a wonderful man."

"In case he asks, would you object to the both of us?"

"Hmmm," she considered, "Is he fit? The one thing I can't stand is an overweight man."

"Oh yes. He's not a bodybuilder, but he has very little fat on him and I'm going to get him into the gym in the next few weeks. He's the most spectacular cook ever. He could step in for the chef here and make this into a five-star restaurant."

"Then I do want to meet him. But my preference would be some time alone with you first."

"I would love that."

The entire dynamic between them changed with this thirty second exchange. The mood at the table became flirtatious as the somewhat older, blond, Czech beauty contemplated the younger Asian woman's charms. She had been carefully appraising her face and body all evening, marveling at her lovely complexion, certainly as pretty as a models and the firmness and shape of her ass and how beautifully formed her breasts were. In her line of work she was surrounded by lovely young women and with a bit of effort any number of them might become her lover. Yet something about this girl pleased her very much. Being unsure of that something intrigued her. 

Markéta stroked the back of Mei's hand with the pad of two fingers, looking for a reaction.

"You are quite something, Mei Chun. I don't react to women this way."

"Not a lesbian then?" she asked with a delicious blending of disappointment and mild confusion.

"The few times have always been a special treat for the man I was with at the time. You can't imagine how appreciative they are when you bring a girlfriend home for them. I loved every moment. But you," the lift of Markéta's eyebrows and glint in her blue eyes sent a thrill though Mei's body, "you, I want for myself."

"Oh my," Mei said, "that's..."

"Hot?"

"So erotic. But..."

"Hmmm?" Markéta purred the question.

"Um... you'll... I hope... I don't have a lot of... last night was my first time and..."

'Jesus, it's going to be so lovely to devour this girl,' Markéta thought.

"... I mean, I liked it so much, it was so... how do I express it? It felt so feminine. I felt so sexy. Like the way I feel a pretty nothing of a slip, you know?" Mei looked at the way her fingers traced the hollow between the tendons at the back of her hand and felt the back of her neck tingle. "It was totally different than with a guy."

Then she said a phrase that would echo in Markéta's mind for weeks, "Can you be my teacher?"

A hot lump contracted below Markéta's belly button with the idea that this lithe, sexy girl would give herself over to her to be taught how to please her. With relief she remembered she had packed her vibrator. "I would be delighted, Mei Chun."

Mei knew they would be lovers. The fact she would have to wait for it, would have to get Philip's permission, would build the anticipation. It would be better in the end. 

They left and returned to her car, Mei wishing she had a hand free to join with Markéta's. The journey back to her apartment had a very different aura from the ride to the mall. Mei related her fears of being taken to a dungeon and tormented for hours by a pack of hungry lesbians. "Which doesn't sound that bad, does it?" Amid the laughs, Markéta adjusted her skirt to show a bit more leg. 

Mei noticed the gesture, appreciated it for the subtle signal it was.

"You know, Markéta..."

"Hmm?"

"Your proposition at dinner really excited me."

"Oh yes?" Markéta's eyes flashed from the road to Mei's. 

Mei gently laid her hand on the inside of her thigh and in return she got a warm smile. 

"We are going to be very close friends, Miss Huang."

Mei leaned over and with her lips brushing Markéta's ear, and said, "When you're inside me, you can call me Mei," and tenderly licked her. 

"Bože," Markéta groaned and swerved out of her lane for a moment. 

"God, that's sexy," Mei whispered as she slid her thin hand under her lovely summer weight skirt. "What's it mean?" She felt the heat from her crotch as Markéta spread her legs.

"Oh my god..."

"Hmmm you like that? I can tell. Can we start the first lesson now?"

Her skirt was at her hips, the red of her panties showing through the tightly woven nylon of the hose. 

Markéta was breathing faster, her fingers bloodless from grasping the wheel.

Mei tongued her ear and slid her hand further along her hose. "Markéta, after licking my first pussy last night I'm so totally hooked."

"Oh god."

"I bet you get really wet, don't you, Markéta? Really soggy like I do? I wonder how you taste. I couldn't believe how good it was with Karla - how her juices flowed and how delicious it was and how her lovely soft pink pussy lips felt against my tongue. Just like kissing her mouth, but softer and more tender."

Mei was speaking softly and directly into her ear, infusing the words with intimate lust. 

"Will you let me do that for you, Markéta? When you come back?" She sucked her earlobe into her mouth, careful not to pull in the diamond stud. "Picture me on your bed." She licked her outer ear. "My body spread out for you." She brushed the flat of her tongue against her lobe and pushed firmly against her hot pussy. "You put your knees next to my ears and look into my eyes."

"Bože!"

"Hmmm." She licked the hollow of her neck under her lobe. "My mouth is open, my tongue eager to serve you."

"Pu... Pu... Pull away my panties... Please."

Mei didn't think about Philip as she insinuated her index finger under the band of the pantyhose and slid her hand between the nylon mesh and the soft flesh of Markéta's trim tummy. 

She turned her head to look for cars to her right and caught Mei's half-closed Asian eyes when she looked back. She felt them on her as she maneuvered the car into the right lane, slowed to fifty and resolved not to get them killed. 

"See my soft, wet tongue wiggling for you as you look down past your bush and into my eyes? I'm pleading for the touch of your hot, wet cunt against my tongue."

The word 'cunt' kicked Markéta into a higher gear. The Czech translation 'píča,' ran through her head. It was forbidden, nasty and told her that Mei was the kind of girl that could change her life. 

"Oh "Ježíší, your tongue."

"Um hmm. My little Asian girl tongue. New to licking pussy, but you'll have lots of chances to show me how... You will, Markéta? You'll teach me how to suck your pussy?"

"Oh yes." She felt her fingers walk into her mound and find her pussy lips. A jolt ran through her that was so powerfully arousing it was actually painful. 

"Oh fuck," Mei growled with basic lust, "I love the feeling of your wet lips, Markéta. Tell me this isn't going to be a one time thing. I need a good long weekend with you."

"Oh yes. Many weekends, Mei. Many... uhhhg... long weekends."

"Good. You'll have a lot to teach me. You don't mind tying me down I hope? Teasing me with this sweet pussy an inch from my face?"

A finger slid into her and Markéta pushed her hips against the seat belt. "Ježišmarjá! - Bůh! (Jesus - God)"

"Pull over."

"Yes. Pulling over."

In ten seconds the BMW skidded to a halt in the breakdown lane, emergency flashers on. 

"Lay the seat down," Mei said, "and get those pantyhose down to your knees."

"Yes!"

The roles were now reversed. Mei was the aggressor.

Markéta moved to kiss her but Mei pulled away. "That's for Philip, for the time being." She understood and lay back, wiggling her panties and hose down. 

"Finish me please, Mei. I've never needed to come so bad."

Mei stroked three fingers slowly up Markéta's pussy and brought it to her mouth and licked each finger solemnly.

"I better not do this or I won't be able to resist. Spread your knees Markéta. I want to make you come."

Two fingers slid into her. It was a nice, tight fit, but with plenty of lubrication. In seconds Markéta was lifting her ass to match Mei's slow pushes inside. 




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 08



"Listen to that. You are really wet. God, it turns me on."

Markéta took her wrist with her hand and began to show her the rhythm she wanted but Mei held steady. She had learned a lot from Philip. 

"Give me your hands. Put them over your head."

Markéta looked in her eyes and did as she was bidden. 

"I'll hold them here for you," Mei said, placing her left hand over Markéta's crossed wrists on the headrest. "Just lay back and let me fuck you."

"Bože..." she moaned again.

"You're going to have to tell me what that means someday."

"Oh my god!"

Mei leaned in close, lips touching. "I love your sweet tight cunt, Markéta. I can't wait to suck your lips into my mouth and nibble on that hard clit of yours. I'm going to give you the best sex of your life." The words were aggressive, even masculine, but delivered in such a lilting, sweet way as to create an erotic contrast.

Mei began to curl her fingers a bit as she pulled out, scraping the top of Markéta's vagina. She reacted by opening her eyes in shock, as though Mei had discovered a secret that other lovers only found after months of exploration. 

"Ah... mmmm good. I like that too. You're right there, Markéta. I see it in your eyes... so close. That lovely orgasm is so close. You're going to hate me for this, but it's time to slow down a bit." Mei looked up and through the back window. "We've got plenty of time. No police cars yet."

"No, please."

"Yes, please. If you don't like it, I'll do it again."

Mei slowed and began to more forcefully jam her fingers inside. 

"Ó kurňa (Oh fuck)!" Markéta yelped. "Yes!"

Mei withdrew slowly then jammed back inside, rubbing her clit with her thumb. 

"Just like..." she did it again, "a good hard fucking."

"Oh yes, Mei! Fuck me just like this."

Mei did. Over and again she slowly withdrew, shoved them deep, ground her thumb against her clit and repeated. 

For minutes Mei kept up an assault of erotic and teasing talk that escalated in nastiness, all the while staring into Markéta's pupils. When she knew she couldn't take much more she licked her lips. "You're really getting fucked, Markéta. You're taking it so well. Taking my fingers and soon, when you return, you're going to give it to me. Tie me up and smother me with this sweet wet pussy of yours."

"I'm coming. I'm coming. Oh... mmm. Ó kurňa!"

"Yes, come for me... god, I love it. Squeeze my fingers, baby."

Mei watched in delighted fascination as the beautiful Markéta's face contorted into a mask of orgasmic torture and felt her fingers squeezed in the most heartwarming way. 

"Good girl, good girl." Their foreheads touched as Mei continued to praise her. "That's it. So sweet, so good. Grip me." She was coming down but still shook, her cunt spasming around her fingers. "I love how you come."

"Oh god, that was good," Markéta sighed and moved to kiss her.

Mei pulled away slightly and wiggled her fingers while still pumping gently. "Mmm?" she prompted.

"So good. You really hit someplace special in there. You sure we can't go back to my hotel? I'd love to sleep with you."

"That is so romantic, Markéta, but I'd better not. But you'll call me right? We'll keep in touch?"

"Of course, přítelkyně."

"Mmm, that sounds good."

"It means girlfriend," she said as she pulled into traffic.

"I like that."

When Markéta pulled the black BMW to the curb outside her apartment, Mei said, "I can't wait for you to come back."

"Here, take this. It's my personal mobile number and email. I'll try to cut my trip short if I can."

With a quick kiss on the cheek, euro fashion, Mei stepped out of the car, got out the bags and winked at her new friend as she entered her apartment building.



From Jenny to Mei Ch. 09



I hope you enjoy this chapter but you might wish to start from chapter 1.

Please remember to vote, comment and send me some feedback.

Thanks 'John' & 'Jim' for the editing!

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Philip had a script running on his computer that identified a change in pixels from her camera and beeped if the image altered. So when Mei Chun entered her bedroom, he was alerted by his computer. He got a drink, opened a window to watch her and opened her TextEdit program. 

"Good evening, Mei. Have fun with Markéta?"

She was so happy to see the writing appear. Being without him felt like she was missing an organ, something big and important, like half a lung or a liver. 

"Yeah, I'm afraid you'll have to get accustomed to living in the poor house."

"How are the clothes?"

"Beautiful, expensive, very high-quality."

"Good, just like you."

"I am turning out to be very expensive, not sure about the quality."

"You're worth it. I'm counting the dividends already."

"I don't feel worth it. Anyway, you could have my dividends for free."

"That's sweet, but I have to earn my rewards just like you do."

"Why don't you just go out and get a ready-made girl? One who is prettier and perfect? One who isn't a slut?"

"What fun would that be? And I like fucking up your life. Anyway, perfection is a cruel illusion. It's always promise and never delivery. Much better to be a sculptor with good stone than shopping around and buying a fake. And you are worth it, Mei Chun - you are worth everything I have. I see what you can't see. You must trust me on this."

"Do you forgive me? I still feel like such a horrible backstabbing slut."

"I forgive you. And I don't want you to feel horrible. In fact, I want to talk to you about that."

"Do I have more punishment to endure? Being in this lonely apartment without you is bad enough. I've never loved anyone before, Philip. I cried myself to sleep last night."

"I know."

"How could you know?"

"I'll tell you later, but first, let's talk about Karla and last night."

"Sure." Then she backspaced and wrote, "Sure, sir."

":)" he typed, then, "I want you to do it again."

"What?!?!"

"No questions. Just listen. You will go in tomorrow evening as though nothing happened. As though you didn't tell me. And you will either let her seduce you again or you will initiate it. Do you understand?"

"Sure," she said out loud and typed, "So let me get this straight. You want me to go back to the gym, do another workout, go in for a massage and let Karla lick my pussy and make me come?"

"Yes, exactly, you are to get her hooked on you. Desperate for you and I give you permission to come."

He laughed as he saw her head turn like a dog watching a kitten roll on the floor inside a paper bag, astounded and intrigued. 

"I'm confused, but I won't ask any questions."

"Good. Until further notice you will get a massage with Karla every time you visit the gym and you will make love with her, make her come and orgasm yourself."

She couldn't believe what she was reading. Not only did she get away with a very mild punishment, although being away from him was terrible. She had just gotten a shopping spree the Hilton sisters would envy and now he was telling her to betray him again.

"Are you sure, no questions?"

"Don't even ask if you can ask."

"Can I say how astounded I am, master?"

"Ok, you're astounded. It's on the record. Remember, honey, don't call me that unless there is something of mine inside you."

"Oh dang. But you're across the bay!"

"Do you still have my remote controlled toy?"

"Yeah, somewhere."

"That's mine, you know."

"Oh yeah, right. Just a sec!"

He saw her get up, leave the room, turn one way out the door of her bedroom, stop and turn the other way toward the bathroom.

She found it on top of the toilet and came rushing back in. She sat in the chair, leaned back, pressed it against her lips and the bit of moisture that was growing inside her helped to ease it in. He wondered if she would act differently if she knew he could see her and figured she'd just play it up a bit. This was much better. 

"Master, master, master your inside of me now," she typed. Her girlish enthusiasm made him grin. 

"It's you're, not your.'"

"Whatever!"

"Good, I give you permission to come this evening. Now remember: be a good girl to everyone you meet, and especially to Karla. And not a word that I've given you my permission."

"Right. When do I get to see you again?"

"Be patient!" was all he wrote and the now dreaded blue flash appeared and he was gone. 

Her heart sunk like iron in a bathtub.

'What the hell's going on? Maybe he has a fetish.' Watching women have sex, or just the idea, turned him on? Maybe he was letting her get all this out before they settled in together. Then she had an insight. 'Maybe this isn't about sex at all.' 

She reviewed a bit. The things he had done for her: the gym membership, the clothes and pearls, but most of all, the love he found inside her which kept her on a mad carousel of emotions as disorienting as a gallon of cheap wine. In a week she'd been through it all: humiliation, self-loathing, physical pain and mental anguish. She'd cried six years worth of tears, reassessed her life and found that it sucked. She'd fallen in love so quickly, so profoundly that it flattened the breath out of her. She reached new heights of sexual ecstasy with a man, felt the attraction for a woman - no, two women - and thoroughly enjoyed the novel sensations of lesbian sex. She finally discovered that love was more than it promised.

For a few moments, as the vibrator mindlessly stroked her g-spot, she meditated on her man, her master. She didn't fantasize about sex, but thought instead of what he meant to her and how he made her feel. It was all those things guys had been trying to tell her all along. From that first guy, Billy somebody, and the teacher she seduced and, well, frankly, blackmailed. All the guys in and after college, they had all been trying to tell her, but she didn't have ears to hear. It was what she'd wanted her father to tell her: how thinking of her made him live in joy. How life without her was unthinkable. But he never said those things. He just left, without a kiss or so much as a wave of his hand. That's when she realized where the source of her handicap lay.

It was like an unexpected midnight knock at the door and was so obvious as to be cliché. It made her feel so stupid not to have figured it out before, but her mind must have long ago created some mental block to protect her. It shunted his memory in a locker where lost and dead things go, only infrequently and indistinctly recalled. 

She turned off the vibrator and removed it, remarking how wet she'd gotten thinking of Philip this way. She put it next to the keyboard and crawled into bed wishing she had her comforting leather collar to keep her warm and not the cold pearls. 

She returned to thoughts of her father. As much as she had tried in the past to hate him, she could not. She just didn't have enough information. Her mother never spoke of him and photos were scarce. There was one, folded and faded, of them both at a park somewhere in San Francisco. She was on a swing and he was behind her, smoking a cigarette, looking off camera. She was looking at her mother, who held the camera, and smiling wide, full of joy. It was probably the last photo of them together.

'Where was he? Where had he been when she was young?' She thought back and felt his missing presence at the critical moments in her life. She couldn't think of any in particular then realized that they were all critical moments. Each argument with her mother, each night at the dinner table, each bath before bed, there was only one voice, one cheek to kiss. One set of arms to enfold her and tell her there were no monsters living in the park. 

'How,' she wondered, 'how does a man leave his child? How does his own life become so important to him that he knowingly destroys the life of his daughter and wife?'

She reached for her phone and called her mother. 

"Mama?" 

"Jenny, honey. How are you?"

"I'm ok, mama. Are you well?" It had been a couple of weeks since their last conversation. 

"I'm ok. You sound upset."

"There's been a lot going on. Listen mama, why did daddy leave us?"

"Oh Jenny, darling. We've been through this before."

"Mama, call me Mei Chun please. I want to go back to my real name and let's speak in Chinese, ok?"

Her mother replied in Chinese, "Ok, but I want to know what's gotten into you!"

"Ok, we'll have dinner soon and talk about it, but please tell me. Now that I'm a woman you can tell me the truth. Tell me like a woman, not like your little girl."

She heard something in her daughter that had never been present before. Something indeed had happened to her. Perhaps something tragic that caused her to step over the line from girl to woman. "Ok, Mei honey. It feels so strange to call you that again, but I always loved your name. I miss you."

"I miss you too, mama."

"What can I say? Your father was a big man in town, the son of an important official in Zeng Jia Wan, the county seat for Shayang county. Anyway, you don't want to get a lesson on central China, but for a small town, one of the tens of thousands of small towns in China, he was a big man. When he started to woo me, I was young. I thought he loved me and I thought I loved him. We were married in a big ceremony and there were so many people. Then we went to Shanghai for our honeymoon and stayed in a nice hotel. It was like a dream and you were conceived there, I'm sure. And we had all the love a new couple has. We were really happy and spoke about moving there and living the life of rich town folks, but honeymoons have to end. We had to return and our dreams came to nothing as dreams do. I've told you this before, honey."

"Not to a woman. You told me when I was too young to understand the truth."

"Well... then things started to get worse, almost right away. He began to resent that his freedom was gone, that he couldn't be the cock in the farmyard. As the son of an important man, he was used to chatting up girls and I wasn't his first, so having to stay at home and care for me when I was pregnant was difficult for him. He tried," she sighed into the phone, "I think he tried, but some nights he made some excuse and came home drunk and I could smell the women on him. He didn't really have a job, just ran errands for his father, but his father's influence was declining because of age and probably politics. I think the wedding was the last opportunity he had to gather the respect he once had - like it was his retirement party or something. Well then, he had to find work, your father, and he didn't do well in school and that's when we moved to Wuhan, so he could find work.

"You had just been born and he was disappointed. I know you understand enough about China that a boy child is much more valued than a girl child. I am sorry about that, Mei, but it's just the truth, even though I never felt that way. Anyway, he was disappointed that you weren't his son and in China then, and I think now still, having more than one child was just not possible. Except for those who were rich or well connected, it was just not done.

"He got a job in a factory as a manager with his father's help but he hated working. We did ok for a few years. We struggled and we were poor, but I thought he had changed and was coming around to his responsibilities. But then he found some friends and they lured him out at nights and he came home later and later. I found out that he'd been keeping a woman, or at least paying something for her, and I lost control. I hit him and he hit me back and when you came crying out of the bedroom in pajamas he just left. He didn't return for days and I didn't know what to do. I was working then too. I had some basic English in college and they made me a teacher but it didn't pay much. I couldn't lose him because I wouldn't be able to make ends meet and give you what you needed.

"So I started thinking and began to suggest that we visit America and maybe try to emigrate. He had some relatives who lived over here and I began to press him to contact them. I tried to paint a picture of a new life for us. That he would be free to have his son in America. Eventually, he did contact them and they encouraged him. His father was still alive and he arranged everything through some close friends. So when you were nine we moved to San Francisco."

That sounded to Mei like the end of the story, but she pressed her mother for more.

"Well it didn't help. At first America was new for him, exciting. We'd seen Shanghai and San Francisco seemed even more of a dream. People were so wealthy, everyone had a car and he fell in love with it but soon our problems returned. He couldn't keep a job because he hated working. He fell into gambling with his cousins and the women returned. One day he said he was going back to China and asked if I wanted to come. I said no, that life for you would be better here, and that was it. He left and I haven't heard from him since."

"But mama, what about me? How could he leave me like that?" It was the little girl again and her mother didn't know what to say.

"My Mei Chun, I don't know, honey. He didn't leave you, baby; he left me. I got so tired of him, so sick of his excuses and his lies and laziness; I just made his life worse. It was a thousand things, honey, not you. It was the looks I would give him when he came home and the cold shoulder when he wanted love. He just didn't deserve to be honored like the big man he thought he was. He tried to get everything without earning it. Trust me, Mei Chun, you had very little to do with it."

That sounded right. She had very little to do with her father, she was insignificant, the child that wasn't his boy. Her citizenship was the result of his desire to replace her with a son, to fix the mistake of her birth. 

'What a bastard', she thought, with more amazement than hatred. "I see."

"I know it hurts you, mèimei."

"Yeah. It does. I've tried to bury it but I think that's caused me some problems that I'm starting to deal with. I'm in love mama, for the first time ever."

"Oh, Mei!" She was happy for her. 

"Yeah, but I'm still not convinced that I'm good enough and maybe it's because I wasn't good enough for daddy."

It hurt to hear this but her mother figured it was time for her to work it out. 

"Honey, everyone has problems in life and in themselves. We all have enough things we've done wrong and we don't need to take responsibility for things other people have done to us. I used to think that first year or so after he left that I should have been more supporting or loving. Then I realized that his problems were his and not my fault. Maybe, with some luck, things would have been different, but your father was arrogant and thought life should be easy for him. Sometimes men are just sick inside and you can't heal them."

"But mama, I feel sick inside and Philip is healing me."

"That's wonderful, Jenny."

"Mom, please." She said it sweetly, without reproach. 

"I'm sorry, Mei Chun. Give me some time, honey. Anyway, bring your man over soon and I'll cook him dinner."

"He's a great cook."

"Is he a foreigner?"

"He's white, if that's what you mean."

"Good! Bring him over and I'll teach him to make some Húběi dishes. But learn from your mother's mistake. You must know your man's character before you marry him."

"Yes mama. I love you so much, mama," she said, and let the tears loose. They spent another twenty minutes on the phone, probably a record, and they both cried and felt closer than they had in years. 

##########

Oddly enough, work was now the most relaxing part of Mei Chun's life. It was stable, secure and now that she wasn't such an insufferable bitch, she found there were things to enjoy about it. After all, she was part of an organization that gave health to people who couldn't afford it. Someplace for a mother too poor to feed herself and her child to get him treated for pink eye or worse. Mei wondered if her mother had ever taken her here or a place like it when she just arrived with no job and no insurance. It shook her a bit to think back a week and remember that she thought of these people as trash. 

Her own mind had put words in Philip's mouth in the fantasy turned nightmare last Thursday night. He said that she was the trash here, and it was true. What an uncaring bitch she, or rather Jenny, had been! 'Goodbye to you,' Mei thought. 'I won't miss you.' 

Mei was resplendent in her new outfit: accordion knee-length skirt and lilac-colored silk blouse adorned with a gold bangle she already owned and the pearl choker. Markéta would be proud and Mei texted her a photo before she left home. It was sort of a test to see how she would respond to personal messages from her. The return text, received on the BART as she approached her station, was encouraging and forthright. "You look fabulous! Good enough to eat :)" and a photo of her own showing her breasts in a bra as she leant forward."

"Sexy," she responded. 

"Going to a private party at the president's retreat in Cannes with the new Miss X. But you would be the star here, Mei Chun."

"As long as I shine in your eyes, Markéta."

"You do. Text me frequently, přítelkyně. It's making me excited. Got to go, but first, send me a close up photo of that necklace please."

"Now?"

"Yes please, I want to show it to someone. I'll be thinking of you at the party! Hello to your master!"

She took off the choker and borrowed Carol's black coat for contrast, put it under the only non-florescent light in the office, on Dr. K's desk and snapped several photos, one with her keys next to it to show size. She sat in his chair and sent the photos as Dr. K came in. "Hiya, doc," she said cheerfully.

"Got your degree, do you, Mei?"

She put her feet on his desk. "Yep, taking over! You can have the rest of the day off."

He threw himself into the chair before the desk in an exaggerated display of fatigue. "Good. About time I was put out to pasture."

"What's up, doc? Under the weather?" She had noticed he'd seemed blue lately. She asked more seriously, when she saw his response was just a shrug and a pained look in his eyes, "What's the matter?"

"It's my boy, Mei Chun. They think he might have cancer."

"Oh no... Oh, I am so sorry. How old is he?"

"He's forty-one. Three kids."

"Oh no."

"They aren't sure, going to run more tests, but it has me scared. I don't want to be alive when my kids go. It would shatter me. Losing my wife was bad enough, but losing my son would kill me."

She didn't know how to respond, what he would like hearing, so she remained silent. Everyone spoke of how his wife's death hit him hard. How he'd taken week after week of sick leave to care for her, completely indifferent to returning. The director had to visit him several times and convince him that he was needed and that getting back to work would be the best way to recover. He grudgingly returned, but had only now, two years later, began to return to his former cheerful, happy self. 

Mei wanted to do something for him but was at a loss, 'What can I do?' she figured. She'd think about it. "Are you a religious man, Dr. K?"

"Yes, I was. Until my wife died."

"I was born a Buddhist and they have a good philosophy when it comes to loss, I think."

"Yeah... that's nice, Mei Chun, but I'm a bit old to be looking for a new religion." His demeanor changed, but his eyes didn't, "Anyway, you scat... I need to get to work." He shooed her away and she left, trying to giggle at his attempt to swat her with a folder.

"I'll be thinking about your son and hoping the tests are negative."




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 09



"Thank you, Mei Chun," a glint of moisture was in his eye, "That alone means a great deal to me."

She returned up front and put on her necklace thinning about Dr. K and his son, thinking about Markéta and her party, thinking about Philip, Karla and Jerome and how full now her life was.

She got back in her chair, taking over from Samantha who was back. The others marveled that the two seemed to be growing close. They saw the breaks they took together and Mei Chun was even calling her Sammy. Judy was a bit jealous, and Carol more so.

Along with the name change, a new person seemed to have taken over Jenny's body. This girl was nice, attentive and cheerful, even if she occasionally didn't wear a bra. She was turning from an embarrassment into an asset and it got everyone's attention. Even the director took Carol aside and asked questions. 

##########

Four-thirty came and went and Mei got nervous, just like most people would feel before a date, even though dates had never made her nervous. She was going to see Karla again and this time didn't have to fear Philip's reaction if he found out. Perhaps she should put her iPhone somewhere and record it for him, or for her own amusement, for that matter. 

The taxi took her to the gym and she texted Philip.

"These taxis are getting ridiculous." It was their fifth text exchange of the day so far. 

"Are you asking for a car?"

"No!"

"You sure?"

"Yes." He'd get her a BMW for sure, one like Markéta rented. Philip didn't do things halfway. It would be too much. 

"Then don't complain."

"You really stinking rich?"

"No, just selling my blood by the gallon."

"Ha ha. If I see you pale as a ghost then I start walking."

"Sure."

"You sure about tonight?"

"Sure. Enjoy your workout."

"You know what I mean."

"Mei, your enjoyment excites me. Believe it or not, our relationship is about your liberation."

"From Jenny?"

"Exactly."

"I am starting to see that. And I'm going to cry again if we keep chatting." She, in fact, did wipe a tear away. 

"Go, enjoy. Maybe you'll be kind enough to relate your adventure with my cock up your ass."

"This weekend?"

"Don't get pushy."

"Yes (please let me say it)"

"You may this once."

"Yes, Master!"

"Have fun and don't think you need to think about me. It's about you, Mei."

"Thank you."

She got out of the cab, tipped the driver she called 'cowboy,' thanked him and said she should be ready around nine.

She sidled up to the spa counter where Kenisha recognized her. "Can I schedule an hour with Karla at 8:00?"

She scanned the open appointment book. "Oh you're here already. She's got you down already. See you at eight."

'Wow, nice,' she said to herself and browsed the sports shop for some sexier gear. As a VIP she had locker privileges and hadn't washed her other clothes. Or at least that was the justification for the skin-tight pink tights with the black stripe down the leg and the matching super-tight top. 'I wonder what Markéta would say about pink?'

Upstairs she jumped into a Zumba class to discover what all the buzz was about and within twenty five minutes of shaking, stomping and wiggling her body, she knew and relented. It was just too intense, but she vowed to master it. 

She saw Eric again and walked over. She waited patiently for his attention and then asked about chest exercises, remembering the old man at the bra boutique. "Something for my bust," she said with a smile. 

"Sure. First, push-ups. Second, dumbbell presses. Third, isometrics. And get a lot of soy."

"You've been asked this question before, I see."

"Yes, well women are like guys in that department. Bigger is better. But you don't..."

"You say that to all of us too."

He just smiled. 

"What's the soy for?"

"Soy milk or tofu has natural estrogens that promote breast tissue growth."

"Nah. Impossible."

"No, really."

"Ever been to China, Eric?"

"No."

"We drink soy milk from birth and there are more flat-chested women in China than corn stalks in an Iowa summer."

"Well, that's what I heard. Want me to show you the exercises?"

"Sure. Thanks Eric." She made a mental note to get some soy milk. 

By the time they finished, it was quarter to eight, so she thanked him and made her way to shower and change. 

She saw Karla as she came around the corner, their eyes meeting, and tried not to smile as she endured the long walk over to her. 

"Hi," she said, "I'm here for the eight o'clock massage."

Karla attempted to look distracted but smiled as she referenced the book. "Yes, right this way."

Mei undressed in a rush, locked her pearls and things in the locker and entered the massage room naked, towel in one hand, cell phone in the other. 

Karla was standing at the door. The two met, embraced and began a long, sensuous kiss. Mei tossed the phone on the table and dropped the towel. Neck stretched back, she let Karla take her mouth while her hands cupped Karla's firm ass, working her fingers below her tights.

They didn't speak at first, kissing and caressing taking precedence. But as Mei helped Karla remove her top and bra she said, "I've been counting down the hours."

"I've thought about nothing since," said Karla, touching her breast lightly. 

"Me too. I rubbed my pussy later that night and came thinking about it."

"Mmmm."

"Yeah, and I want to record it so I can see you licking me when I do it again tonight."

"God, thinking of you stuffing," (kiss), "those pretty," (kiss), "fingers into," (kiss), "your tight," (long, slow, wet kiss), "wet pussy," (kiss, kiss, kiss), "while you're watching me suck you," (kiss), "really makes me hot."

"So you don't mind?"

"Not if you send me a copy and don't post it on YouTube or anything. You sure your master is ok with this? Gonna show him?"

"I haven't told him yet," she lied, "would you mind if we watch it when he fucks me up the ass?"

"Oh shit, that's hot. As long as it doesn't go any further and you make damn sure of that, it's ok."

"Hmm good. Now lay back, honey, and film me licking your pussy. I've been daydreaming all day at work about it."

Karla wiggled out of her pants and hopped up on the table, opened Mei's iPhone and started the camera. "Get me a pillow over there, baby."

Mei got her a small pillow from below the side table and set it under her head then returned to stand between her knees. She looked into the phone's lens while lazily stroking the inside of Karla's thighs.

Karla sighed with such an expression of relief, pleasure and anticipation that Mei felt it raise the hairs on her neck. She took a long time caressing and kissing down her leg - small nibbles variated with long wet licks and a playful bite or two.

"Karla, this is my first time to really do this." She made eye contact with her, Karla's eyes having left the phone's screen when she saw Mei looking at her face. When she finished a long slow, wet lick starting an inch from her pussy up to mid-thigh, she continued, "I want to be perfect for you."

"Yes, Mei, you are perfect."

"Have you fantasized, you know, before, about being with an Asian girl like me?"

"Yes. I just find you so sexy."

She made slow gentle kisses back down. "Is it our hair?" (kiss), "our eyes?" (kiss), "our skin?" (lick)

"Yes all of that. Your beautiful eyes, Mei, my god, I can feel them touching me."

"Karla," (kiss), "do you like it hurried and intense?" (kiss, lick), "or sweet and gentle and slow?"

"Oh fuck," she whispered so quietly that only the phone mic caught it, "Every way with you, Mei, honey."

"Then I'm going to do it slow and sweet just the way it should be with a new lover. I want to give you everything. But remember please baby..." she placed the middle finger at Karla's wet entrance, gently wiggled her finger until she had a clear path inside of her, and said, "...Mei is for..." she pushed inside, "When I'm in you." Karla emitted a deep and descending moan that filled the small, intimate room. "Or the other way around," she said with a giggle. "I feel some emotion, really deep and intense emotion, developing for you, Karla. I feel like when I'm touching you that I'm touching, sort of, a mirror of myself." Her eyes, half closed and smoldering, kept the connection between them. "I've always ignored the feminine in women, thinking maybe I was in competition with beautiful women like you. But you've shown me that I can embrace another woman's beauty with the same lust I have for a man. And if I make love to you, sweet, heartfelt, unselfish love, that it's going to be returned to me, many times greater."

"Yes. Mmm.. oh yes, Mei." 

For Karla, the other encounters were just fun, a kind of sexual exercise, all about the physical experience, the delight in doing something naughty and kinky. It had never really been about love and emotion. Mei, with these words, emotions and blindingly hot licks of her thigh was cracking open virgin territory. She didn't plan on this, hadn't figured this would be anything but another fun encounter, unusually hot but in the same class as the others. Despite her uneasy confusion, glowing joy and queasy heart, Karla kept the phone focused on her.

Mei rocked her fingers gently inside her, the way Philip had, with slow deliberate rhythm, curling her finger as she pulled back, grazing the spot just under her bladder.

"Can I lick you now, Karla? I really need to."

"Yes, Mei. Now."

"First," she said, standing up, finger still keeping time in her pussy, "give me the phone. I want to get a close up."

She lent forward, took the phone out of Karla's hand, and turned it around to focus between her legs. She brought it in as close as she could and still maintain focus on her slick finger probing her.

"You need another finger inside you don't you, Karla, sweetheart?" She nodded and rested her head back. "Lover," Mei added. 

She added a finger inside her, a deeply gratifying moan received in exchange.

"Go faster, Mei, please."

"Not yet."

"You're going to kill me like this."

"Not yet, just enjoy this and let me make love to you."

The words felt like a rasp across her heart, opening some wonderful wound. Karla felt this was getting serious, wondering what she had started on Monday. 

Mei kept the focus on her fingers as they pushed and pulled. She knew Philip would see this and be stroking his cock watching. She wanted it to be as hot as possible for him.

"Put your knee over the side of the table, no, your other knee. That's right."

Mei had her belly on the end of the massage table, fingers still working Karla's cunt, her mouth now close, the phone in her left hand pointing at that beautiful pink pussy. 

"I'm going to make love to your pussy with my mouth and I want you to feel it build inside you."

"Oh God, Mei, I've never been so turned on." She was back up on her elbows now, looking at Mei's mouth, legs dangling off the table, impatient for her to begin. 

Her fingers now withdrawn, her free hand hanging from Karla's hipbone, Mei's mouth opened slightly and descended, her tongue sliding out just as it reached Karla's lips. 

The inner lips were impossibly soft on Mei's tongue, like thin slices of tepid salmon sashimi. The softness and aroma unlocked a hidden recess in her mind and stirred a hunger she didn't know she had. Mei's tongue resting still on her lips just below her clit caused that 'licking the battery' sensation again and the phone recorded it as a shake in the frame. Mei's brain simply could not deal with the present reality. It quaked and shuddered at the input: the sight of Karla squeezing her nipples, of her flat tummy, soft, light red pubic hair, short cropped and sculpted. The wet smoothness beneath her tongue was too much, too strange and too goddamn good.

After leaving the flat of her tongue still for half a minute, she began to move it in a long, slow stroke from the bottom, along her pink slit, then up to the clit. She paused there, feeling Karla shake slightly, then continued, pushing the delicate layers of flesh that covered her clit aside into the hair that adorned her mound.

"I love your pussy, Karla. I mean, I just love it." Mei presented another long slow lick like a gift to a goddess. Then another one, tasting the tanginess of her, unlike semen but in the same category. Karla's spine shivered and her toes curled with the third long, exquisitely slow, tender lick, pausing again at her clit, giving her tongue a quick left right motion and then over and into her hair again. 

Since Mei's tongue made contact, she had been putting her burning excitement into verbal form, humming and moaning, only pausing to speak. It wasn't an effort to sound or act sexy, it was just an expression of her enjoyment and engrossment in what she was doing and how Karla was responding.

After a few more of these, she returned the phone to Karla, who took it and resumed her role as camerawoman. She was grateful for the distraction, lest she come right away. 

Mei now returned her fingers and resumed her pace. Her mouth transitioned from slow, long licking to concentrated sucking. She took her labial lips one at a time into her mouth and manipulated them with her lips. It was a bit awkward with her fingers moving in Karla's cunt but she worked around them. She pulled, gently released and then licked up the side to her clit, where she tongued the knot of nerve endings, sending torrents of ecstasy up Karla's spine and splashing into her brain. All the while her fingers maintained the maddeningly slow rhythm and each time she withdrew, she gave her G spot a gentle push. 

It was the best thing Karla had felt in her entire life. It made every other head she'd gotten completely insignificant. Another minute of this and her head would explode. But Mei was just giving her enough sensation to drive her insane, just short of enough to make her come.

"Holy shit, Mei, you're driving me crazy."

Her lips came away momentarily from sucking particularly intently on her clit, "I'm just loving it so much Karla. I don't want to stop."

"Please Mei, go faster and make me come."

She'd had a half dozen women before, but this lithe beauty was doing something different, something she felt inside. She was what a concubine must've been like: unhurried, completely attentive to her. Then a word presented itself to Karla's consciousness. 'Love.' Mei was making love to her. 'Wow' she thought, 'do I want to fall in love with a woman?' She considered and shivered a bit... 'If I were to, it would be Mei Chun here.' She then made the mental connection to possession, 'my lover', 'my Mei Chun', 'my girlfriend' even though all of that was too soon and she knew it. But the way she was licking her and moaning like it was the best thing ever, and those goddamn hot eyes exploring her soul made her feel idolized, even worshipped. She had had men make her feel this way before, had fallen in love a few times; Tim made her feel this way, or used to. And it was exactly the same emotional ecstasy she felt now. Yet it was like the negative of a color photograph, all of the shades their exact opposites. It made the image no less beautiful, perhaps even more so. Most profound was the emotional caressing she was receiving and the feeling of Mei's emotions as though they were radiating heat against her skin, filling her insides with warmth and a feeling of connection she had never had with a man.

It was these thoughts and not the expert job Mei was doing that brought her to the cusp of orgasm. "I'm going to come, Mei," she warned, but Mei, rather than taking this is a signal to speed up, push harder and bring her off, slowed her tempo, moved her mouth from her clit and brought her down gently.

"What are you doing?"

"Lift your knees."

She saw the puzzled look on her face that asked 'I was so close, why in god's name did you stop?' and said, "Trust me."

Mei lifted her knees high over her tummy, where Karla held them. She didn't say a word, just knelt back down, spread Karla's ass cheeks with her thumbs and put her tongue on her anus.

Karla was disappointed at first. She had been giving her such an amazing licking and fingering that she was moments away from an enormous orgasm. Now being licked like this was okay but a bit of a letdown. The she felt her little tongue enter her ass and her world changed. So exquisite was the sensation; so intimate and delicate; so strangely ticklish yet erotic. Mei withdrew and said, "I can see your pussy so well this way honey, all open and exposed. I can see inside you." Then returned her tongue and pushed it as deep as it would go.

A low guttural moan rumbled out of Karla, which felt so good going out, like she was setting something free. 

"I want to make love to you like this Karla, every chance we get."

Another insertion of her tongue and it touched Karla in a new way. She felt an emptiness where she had never before. She longed for it to be filled.

"Every day," Mei said, "I'm going to be thinking of you. Sneaking off to the bathroom to stick my fingers in my myself and come thinking about tonguing you like this, making you come." Once again she entered her, pushed a few times then withdrew and sucked and licked her asshole. Then she stood up, licked her fingers, brought her hand down and put her slim middle finger on her hole. 

"Do you believe," she slid it past the ring of muscle and inside her tush, "that love between women is possible?"

"Yes, yes. Now I do."

Mei twisted her finger around and began pumping. "Me too, honey."

Holy shit, holy fuck it was good. It itched and felt so goddamn strange and so mind-numbingly good that Karla nearly jumped off the table. "Fuck, Mei!! Jesus!"

Mei had her exactly where she wanted, just where Philip had her over the weekend, skidding just at the edge. She knew what to do and put her free thumb on her clit and rubbed slowly, contrasting with the medium-fast fucking she was giving her ass.

"Oh god, Mei, yes baby. I'm going to..."

"Wait for me, honey. Wait. Be patient."

Karla gritted her teeth and huffed and puffed like a locomotive, trying to keep control. Then Mei clasped both hands together, pointed her index and middle fingers of each hand together and pushed slowly but firmly inside both of her holes. 

Karla screamed as quietly as she could. 

"This is love, Karla. This is the love I feel for you."

"Oh my god!"

"Yes honey, love from another woman, with tits and a tight little Asian ass and a cunt just like yours."

She saw that Karla had lost control and quickly surrounded her clit with her mouth and sucked with as much strength as she could and bit down a bit while her tongue flicked over the little love button between her teeth. 

Like a car collision, Karla felt the impact. It was an orgasm, of course - several in close succession, in fact - but it wasn't comparable with anything else. It was her whole body that experienced it, her whole consciousness that took the impact. At one level she knew she was jerking and contracting and wiggling but it wasn't the sensation of her body moving that was foremost in her head. It was the ecstasy of Mei's words vibrating within her that grew and flashed over her like a midnight sky filled with lightning, like a saucepan of boiling gasoline that suddenly erupted into fire.

Mei experienced intense gratification, a feeling of wholeness achieved through giving. Showing Karla how she felt, even if it was exaggerated, and not by a little, was warming and nice. She really did like her, could see falling for her, taking up with her and spending month after month in her bed. However what Philip did for her and how he needed her eclipsed even this feeling. 'Perhaps,' she contemplated as she felt the quivering spasms of that exquisite asshole cyclically grip her fingers, 'maybe there's a way to accommodate both?' A way to give everything to Philip and to Karla, and to Markéta for that matter? Maybe love, though she knew so little about it, was a spring that didn't empty but just continued to produce?




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 09



She felt Karla's orgasm, experienced it as a spectator in a concert hall does their favorite symphony, allowed it to carry her off for a moment. She wallowed in the sensual sounds and motions.

As the moans and writhing tapered off, she slowed the movement of her fingers, yet felt another series of contractions grip her fingers and an effluence from her pussy that wetted her chin and dripped down Karla's ass. And again she heard Karla's moans gradually increase in pitch and ferocity. But as the sensitivity of her clit returned to her at an unbearable level, Karla screamed, "Stop!" and Mei relented the cruel concentration of her tongue, changing to gentle licks and kisses over the folds of pussy, between her now wide-spread thighs.

"Mei?" It was her name as a question. "Jesus, how did you do that?"

"Beginner's luck? You know, I have one of these too, and I know what feels good. Anyway, it's just the first of many," she said with a sweet smile. She took away her hand and moved up the table to her, Karla's head now back flat resting on the pillow, her legs dangling over the edge. She leant down and kissed her while gently caressing her face. "That was so special, Karla."

"Yes," was all she could say, then with effort, "Oh yes, Mei Chun."

Mei lay her head on Karla's shoulder, ran her hands over her body and spoke sweet things to her. Karla felt her heart detach and begin floating in the warm orange mist of a contented afterglow. Having Mei like this, warm against her, her soft hair between her fingers, telling her how beautiful she'd just come, was as close to heaven as she had ever been. 

Minutes passed. Mei helped Karla move more comfortably onto the table and crawled up herself and snuggled in her arm.

"Mei, honey, come and let me get you off. We don't have much time," she said without much enthusiasm.

"Karla," she said, lazily massaging her breast and letting her open fingers play along her softening nipple, "We have forever to make love. Let's just enjoy this moment while we can. Anyway, you know I'm going to be coming later looking at that video, don't you?"

"Call me while you watch it and we'll come together."

##########

When Mei exited she noticed a tension between Kenisha and Karla that wasn't there before, and rather than the kind, somewhat robotic smile she'd had from her before, there was something approaching coldness. The black girl found something else to do when she approached and said her goodbyes.

"See you Friday, Karla. Same time please," she said.

##########

On the taxi ride back, Mei composed a message to Philip as 'Cowboy' droned on about life in the mountains.

"Here is a preview of what I hope is our Saturday night movie." She attached a minute-long clip of the video. 

"What a nice gift, Mei. Thank you."

"I want to give you everything."

"And I'll take it, honey, if I have to squeeze it out of you."

"God that's sexy, baby. Does the idea of me licking pussy turn you on?"

"Oh yeah. You have no idea. I'll be seeing it live soon. That's why I told you to get her addicted to your pussy. Karla will be joining us here before too long."

"Wow, great. Are you going to blackmail her too?"

"No baby, you're going to invite her over and convince her that submitting to me is what she wants."

"I get a bit jealous thinking of you fucking her."

"You don't think I feel jealous now?"

"Do you?"

"Of course. It really hurts."

"Then why did you tell me to?"

"I'm watching the clip now..."

She waited on him to write more, still trying to understand him as the taxi wound it's way back to her apartment. If it made him jealous why would he allow it? Perhaps his desire for Karla was such that he would suffer the jealousy? In that case he was using her. She felt hurt and proud at the same time. 

"Are you using me to get to Karla?"

"God, Mei, that is unbelievably hot! No. I don't need you to get a woman for me. Anyway, it's not about me. I told you."

"Then what?"

"We'll have a long talk about it."

"This weekend ;)"

"Don't push."

":("

"Wow. Sync your phone when you get home so I can download the rest."

"Going to jerk off?"

"Yeah. I'm hard as a pipe."

"Can we FaceTime?"

"Sure but you only get to see my cock."

"But I want to see your eyes." She quickly added, "But just your cock will be fine it that's what you'll give me."

She thought for a moment, "Aren't you afraid I might develop feelings for her?"

"I've thought about it and we can deal with it."

She wasn't sure if that meant he'd beat them out of her or if he would accommodate it.

"Oh, one more thing."

"Yes?"

"You might have to consider Markéta."

"?"

"She sort of got interested in me when we went shopping." She held her breath waiting for his reply.

"Did you?"

"Oh no!"

"You are amazing, Mei. You just fucking amaze me. Do you have some secret power to seduce anyone you want?"

"I just described our relationship at dinner and she started getting all turned on and asked me to text you for your permission to stay with her in her hotel."

"Why didn't you?"

"I didn't want to piss you off."

"See what you miss out on when you don't trust me?"

"Would you have said yes?"

"Of course. I told you that your pleasure excites me. You must get my permission, of course, and don't dream about fucking a guy. I couldn't take it."

"I wouldn't... I would never do that, Philip."

"Go home and rest. Eat dinner and let me know when you're in bed."

"Yes, Sir!"

"Love you, Mei."

"Love you, Philip."

##########

The apartment didn't seem as miserable. She'd still much rather be naked in her collar at his place, but her mind was rotating between thinking about three people in a steady succession, so she didn't feel lonely. She didn't have the slightest concern about managing what was becoming a three ring circus of a love life - that was her master's job. She did hope Karla and Markéta wouldn't be jealous. It would be perfect if they could join her under the umbrella of his affection. 

Frozen lasagna and popcorn were the best among meager choices to keep hunger at bay till morning. The industrial food tasted like it always had, good enough to swallow but not enough to enjoy. She'd liked these last week - now, not so much. The popcorn was popcorn, but she bet Philip's would be better. She'd have to go shopping soon, but she didn't want to be here anymore. The mail still had that bitch's name on it. 

A text buzzed in, from Karla. "Hey sweetie. Let's FaceTime?"

"Sure, but a quick one, master must be satisfied. On your way home?"

"Just got here and I'm naked already ;-)"

She moved to the bedroom and plugged her phone into her iMac and began syncing.

"Calling you now."

She fired up FaceTime on her mac, created an entry for Karla and called her. If Philip had controlled her screen, he had to be able to see it. Would he be watching? She texted him, "FaceTiming with Karla... Wanna watch?"

"Thanks, baby. I'm watching now and copying your movie."

'He's so efficient,' she thought with pride.

Karla's image appeared but the little green light didn't shine next to her camera. It must be broken, she guessed.

"Hey sexy, can you see me?"

"Yeah, it's a bit dark though."

She turned on the lamp next to her bed. "Better?"

"Perfect."

There was an slight awkwardness in the seconds of silence before Karla spoke again. "Listen, Mei, honey."

"Mei Chun, please, baby."

"I'm sorry. Mei Chun. I... I just am trying to get my head around what happened back there."

"You liked it, right?"

"On my god, I loved it," she effused, "It was so unbelievably fantastic. I've never come like that before. You showed me that having your fingers up my ass was amazing. But it was so much more. And that's what has me nervous."

"You don't look nervous. Let me see your pussy."

Karla moved the phone and her lovely lips filled Mei's and Philip's screens. 

"God, it's beautiful," they both said at the same time, Mei's words heard, Philip's not. 

"You like it?" she asked coquettishly as she spread herself to show the pink within, her clit visible as a hot pink button below its long hood. 

"I miss it already." She felt a nipple begin to stiffen. "So what's got you nervous?"

"It's just so fast. I mean all that talk about love and the way you made me feel. I loved it, probably more than the sex but... I told you I have a boyfriend and I just don't know." She returned the camera to her face, to her audience's disappointment. 

"So you're confused?"

"Yeah."

"Looking for firm ground under your feet and not finding any?"

"Yeah, exactly."

"Heart burning, thinking about me but not wanting to lose something special you already have?"

"Wow, yeah, exactly."

"Great. Sounds like love to me."

"But I can't be in love with you and my boyfriend at the same time."

"Why not?"

"But... I... My heart's not big enough I guess."

"Honey, that's ridiculous. And it's not like I'm asking you to move in with me, right? I mean, that would be fun but my man makes those decisions for me."

"Have you told him?"

"Not yet."

"What's he going to do when he finds out?"

"Don't know. Probably tie me down and force me to listen to Barry Manilow CDs for eight hours straight while he fucks me up the ass."

"Sounds horrible," she laughed. 

"Listen Karla, you know I'm in this relationship, right?" She nodded. "So you know I can't be completely yours and you're ok with that, right?"

"I'm ok, for now."

"Listen, you have to be ok with that forever. I belong to him and I do what he says. If he tells me I can't see you again then I won't."

"But..."

"Don't worry, baby, he's so good to me and I don't think that's the way it will be, but you have to be prepared for that. It doesn't mean that's how I want it, but that's the way it is."

"That's so unfair."

"No, it's not. I owe him so much. He's totally turned my life around and he's just started."

"But how can you let someone control you like that?"

"It's not like that. It's not let or allow - it's more complicated. It's like I give myself to him and he gives a new person back to me. You'll have to meet him to understand what I'm saying."

"He sounds like a monster."

"Yeah, he kind of is. At least that's how I saw him at first. But that's not how I see him now. Now he's like this general, this knight in armor on a big white horse."

"Oh please!"

"No, really. You'll just have to meet him and see what I mean. I mean, I don't know if you'll react the same way I did, I mean he won't be blackmailing you. But you'll understand better."

"Blackmailing?"

"Oh yeah, it was the sweetest, most romantic thing. See, you won't understand that either. Just trust me. He's a great guy and I want you to meet him soon."

"I don't know, Mei Chun. I don't know what my boyfriend would say."

"What did he say when you told him you were licking my pussy?"

"You know I didn't tell him."

"No I didn't, but that's okay. I know you're not ashamed of me."

"God, no."

"Listen Karla, there's no reason why you can't have your cake and eat it too. We'll fuck every chance we can, and then you go home to your boyfriend and fuck his brains out. Simple."

"You make it sound so easy."

"And why shouldn't it be?"

"Because I'm falling for you."

"Right. Even better. You can love more than one person at a time. Listen, I've got to run. Just show me that pussy one more time and put a couple of fingers inside for me."

"You know I'm wet just talking to you." She put the phone down and set it on the edge of the couch so that her whole body was visible, her pussy close to the lens. She scooched and adjusted and made herself comfortable then entered herself with two fingers. 

"That is so hot, Karla. Wish those were my fingers." It was a sentiment shared by Philip at that moment. 

Mei sat back and enjoyed the image of her girlfriend pumping her pussy. She put a hand on her own and felt the familiar slimy warmth oozing from her.

Karla was moaning, saying, "Oh, Mei. Oh Mei, my god," when an unfortunately-timed call came in from her mother, breaking the FaceTime session. They too FaceTimed once in a while, but leave it to her to pick the worst possible moment. Mei rejected the call; talking to her mother naked and at a moment like this was inconvenient. She texted Karla with an explanation, an encouragement to finish and a promise to see her Friday.

Philip opened up the text app again and started writing. 

Mei picked up the pink vibrator and ran to the bathroom and gave it a quick rinse and tamp with a towel and returned to the keyboard as the text came to a stop. 

"My, she is beautiful, Mei. You really know how to pick 'em. If I ever did need help finding a woman, you'd be the one to do it. Which gives me an idea."

She leaned back in the chair, parted her outstretched legs slightly and inserted the Lelo into her pre-lubed cunt, emitting a sigh of contentment as the thickest part settled inside. 

"Yes, master! Procuring pussy for you would be a dream come true. When can I bring her over and lick her while you fuck her ass?"

'Right fucking now!' thought Philip. And he realized there was no reason now wouldn't be perfectly fine. But he couldn't lose his focus on Mei and what she needed. This diversion into lesbianism was fine, at least some manifestation of a change in her personality was to be expected. And on the surface she seem to be the ideal submissive. However, her personality was not yet stable enough, not fixed. She was still capable of falling back into her old routines. That's why he had to get her back under his direct control very soon.

"Don't you think you overdid the love angle?" he typed. 

"Maybe, but I wasn't lying. I do feel something for her and what I did was full of emotion for me. Anyway, you said to get her addicted to my pussy, so I think that's done."

"No argument there."

"It's that just I'm concerned a bit."

"About what?"

"You know I trust you Philip, about me. I know you care about me very much and you wouldn't intentionally hurt me, except for the whipping and the nipple clamps. I hope you'll protect Karla too... not crush her emotionally."

"Like I said, honey, I have no interest in that. I'm not cruel and I certainly don't want her to be hurt. She seems like a very nice young woman. Now if she goes off and confesses all to her boyfriend or something and he breaks up with her that's her choice. You can't be responsible for the actions of others."

"Are you going to blackmail her?"

"No honey, I don't think so, but do you want her to be around as a playmate?"

"If you play too."

"So where does Markéta fit in?"

"Oh she's an entirely different type of woman. She really is very strong and very mature. I don't think it will be any more than just a game for her, an exciting, addictive diversion but not a lifestyle for her."

"So you don't think she'll submit to me?"

"For fun, but I don't think she'll be dedicated like I am, or like Karla may be made to be." She was getting tired of typing. "Can we just have a phone conversation?"

"No, I've got to let you go, anyway. Listen. Tomorrow you're going back to visit Jerome at the center from 6:00 to 8:00."

"You know, Philip, I feel so guilty having been away even for these few days. I can't stop thinking about that poor little boy. I really just want to cry."

"That's a kind of love, you know."

"I know."

"How does it make you feel?"

"Bad."

"Love isn't all roses and anal orgasms. Sometimes it hurts like that."

He smiled as he heard and saw her laughing. 

"Like that?" he typed.

Then she turned her head slightly like that Victrola dog listening to her 'Master's Voice,' then looked up at the camera and said, "You motherfucker. You've been watching and listening to me the whole time, haven't you?"

"Yep."

"And still you make me type?"

"Yep."

She stood up, grabbed the top of the Mac and tilted down, moved the chair and put her right foot on it, grabbed the Lilo by the stub against her pussy and began pumping it in and out.

"Were you hoping to catch a glimpse of something like this?" she spoke aloud. 

"The thought had occurred to me," she saw appear on the screen.

"Weren't you going to let me watch you come?"

"To tell you the truth I'm not very far away from that right now. I've been stroking myself ever since the call with Karla started."

"Let me see, please. FaceTime my phone if you would."

The blue flash erased the text the application closed and in a moment her phone started making that familiar chime. She opened it, waited while the connection was established and saw the camera image moving, as he settled onto the couch. She flopped into bed and the image settled, his cock filled the frame.

"Oh God, I miss that thing. Is it bigger than before? Can't believe I got that thing all the way in."

"Nope, no bigger. It's just your need for it has grown."

"It's really beautiful, Philip. I've always thought the male penis was one of the most beautiful objects in nature. All hairy and hard and veined, so masculine."

"I'm surprised that only now you've discovered your love of sucking cock."

"Yeah I know, you think I would've been a great cocksucker by now. But Jenny just didn't want to give pleasure like that. She didn't want to give anything."

"Now you like giving." 

"Question or observation?"

"Observation," he paused for a moment, still stoking. "You know, Mei, I love looking at your face."

"Hmmmm," she reveled in the complement.

"I could come just looking at you like this."

"Don't you want to see my pussy?"

"You got another phone?"

"Just like a man. Like you're watching two football games at the same time."

"Let me watch you come, honey. I want to see that look on your face."

It was so sweetly said with such strong emotion that Mei felt it within her. 

"Oh honey. Tell me how much you love me, and in 30 seconds I'll be over the moon." She began, as she had a week ago, to move the base of the vibrator and mash it into her vulva.

"I love you, Mei. I love your sweetness. I love your neck and your skin. I love the way clothing moves against your skin as you walk. I love your smell and how your enthusiasm bubbles over and sparkles from your eyes. I love those unbelievably perfect breasts of yours; you don't know what power they have over me. I love your voice. I love your hairless armpits. I love the way you walk around my house naked in that collar, the way you give yourself to me. I love the pain on your face when the clamp crushes your nipple. The way you slapped my face when you told me you wanted to love me. I love the way you give yourself entirely over to your orgasm, the way you let it consume you."

Her face began to contort, the video shaking as she rammed the vibrator within her.

"Tell me I can come, master," she said, seeing his cock being feverishly pumped.

"Come with me."

"Yeah."

"When you see me come."

"I love you. I love you, Philip!"

And with that he began to spurt on his belly. Great thick long streams of white ejecting from the eye of his cock and her orgasm started.

"Oh god I love you, Philip." The rest of her sounds were simply the animal reaction to the intense emotions and sensations.

Philip finished, lazily squeezing out the last of his semen and watched her regain composure, her face returning to normal. "You are so lovely, Mei. So graceful, such an elegant and beautiful person. I'm so lucky to own you."

"Oh God Philip, that was a big one. I wish I could just crawl into your arms and go to sleep."

"Soon, honey. You can come over this weekend."

"Really? Thank you. I've been missing you so much."

"Be good, baby, and you can stay as long as you want."

"That brings up a good point Philip. I need to have more to do. For you. I need to find more ways to please you."




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 09



"You will."

"But what can I do? I can't cook. You do that better than I ever could. I can only clean your apartment so many times. What else can I do?"

"Write me a letter."

"Huh?" 'Why haven't I thought of that?' she wondered. 

"Write me a love letter."

"Wow, what a great idea. I will."

"Now I've got to go, honey. I really enjoyed watching you come."

"Me too, baby. Thank you for letting me return to you."

"Sweet dreams."

He disconnected and she lay there on the couch contemplating her man and began to compose the outlines of a letter to him in her mind.

##########

Since hearing of Mei's first encounter with Karla, he'd done a some research and design. IT was his profession, evolved from an obsession, but mature, no longer able to fascinate. Mechanical design and implantation still interested him. There was nothing better than developing some gadget that did something and bend metal to create it. Tinkering with whatever device he had developed, fine tuning its function. Was a joy. As a kid he created some pretty astounding Rube Goldberg type devices. At five he created a door alarm by balancing a battery over a doorknob that would fall into a bucket of blocks when turned. Not high tech, but not bad for a five-year-old. At seven he ripped apart an old record player, remounted the workings and created arms from his erector set. It periodically tilted a container of water into a funnel and refilled his hamsters water feeder. Of course it was totally impractical and wet the interior of the hamster's cage, but he enjoyed the day and a half of its operational life.

Now he was designing something much more practical. It was a gift for Mei, for Karla and for himself. It lay in pieces behind his work desk and would take several more hours to perfect. It was complex and innovative and, he felt, was sure to please her. However, there was a problem. With something like this you just had to have a test subject, to get the angles precisely correct and ensure maximum comfort. But where was he going to find a willing volunteer? He thought about asking Sara but she's probably resent it, like an old girlfriend being asked to model the new fiancée's wedding dress. 'Too bad you just can't order a stunt double,' he thought, then realized he could. 

With a bit more research, he found an agency that specialized in women by the hour, but they wanted references from girls who had provided similar services and he had none. He explained the nature of his requirements and offered to pay double, but still the otherwise pleasant woman with a Korean accent refused. 

"So where do I look for a model?" he asked, "Just point me in the right direction."

She gave the name of a few websites, suggested a massage parlor or two and curtly wished him a good day. 

He found the website, basically a classified ad site with photos and descriptions and began sending out a barrage of emails from a disposable account. After four hours there were plenty of no-replies, four refusals and three, 'tell me mores.' The best written was from a girl named Sandy. She charged more than he wanted to pay, but clicking through to her personal site, he was impressed with the photos and how much her figure looked like Mei's. Sandy was perhaps an inch shorter than Mei and five pounds lighter, but she would do very nicely for his purposes.

He emailed and explained the nature of what he needed.

"I'm game," was her rather enthusiastic answer and they arranged for her to show up tomorrow around noon. "You can bring someone else if it would make you feel more comfortable," he offered.

He got back to tinkering, warbling out 'Whistle While You Work' from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. 'Making things is so much fun!'



From Jenny to Mei Ch. 10



This is part 10... you probably want to start with part 1.

Thanks to DWS1973 for the editing!

*****

Mei was happier than she had ever been before in her life, and it was all thanks to her blackmailer, Philip. The transformation from Jenny to Mei Chun wasn't complete by any measure but at least she was now persistently nice. It still took effort, especially first thing in the morning, but she was definitely getting the hang of it. She began to look outside herself, seeing those around her as real people and asked nearly everyone she spoke to their names which made it easier to recognize their value. When she wavered she would picture their parents holding them as babies, whispering their names to them; it seemed to help.

She now noticed kids not as annoyances to avoid but as little people, dear and cute, or tired and hungry when they weren't well behaved.

She started dressing with an eye to the photo she planned to send Markéta everyday. Today it was a pair of pants that were tight around her firm bottom and hung loose to the cuffs, they were super comfortable and cost three hundred dollars. She paired it with silk blouse with paisley patterned embroidery. The pearls adorned her neck, of course.

Even though they had only met once for a few hours she felt a profound connection with the older woman. There was an echo of her relationship with Philip too. She knew she was Karla's superior and Philip's outright possession. However, Markéta, perhaps because of her age, but more likely her manner, was the leader in their particular relationship, which was fine with her. Nothing would make her happier than to submit to her in bed as she had in all things sartorial. 

She traded a few texts with her lovers and worked on her letter to Philip during lunch taken quietly in Dr. K's office. 

##########

Sandy, the girl who was to help put Mei's gift through a trial run, showed up at noon. She was with an ugly, squat, sinister looking, thug type standing a half step behind her at the street level door. The contrast between them could not have been greater. She was of Vietnamese heritage and good-looking, youthful, vivacious. She was waifish but still looked healthy in the way Asian girls could somehow get away with. She had something of the bewitching, winsome beauty that could make a woman dangerous. He, on the other hand, was a dirty looking Hispanic with gang tattoos and a Yankees cap and carried himself with false confidence and fabricated hostility.

"Hi. Welcome. Come in," he greeted them both politely. "Thanks for coming. I know it's kind of a different assignment than you're used to but it'll be a great help."

"Sure. Glad to help," she said with a high and bright voice in an attitude of helpful enthusiasm. She didn't quite bound up the stairs but she wasn't shy. 

Philip stepped around her at the top of the stairs and inquired about something to drink as he walked to the kitchen. When he didn't hear a reply he turned around and saw her studying her surroundings. The guy, who smelled of an aggressive stupidity, surveyed his place, no doubt thinking how he could break in. 

"Iced tea? A soda? Coffee?"

"I love the place," she said, then, "Oh, nothing for me, thanks."

The kid in his twenties wanted a beer, probably because that was what he thought he should have rather than what he preferred. Ignoring him, Philip set a coke and a water on the kitchen counter as they took stools. Between the two bottles he placed a plain white, business sized, envelope containing $400. Adjusting his cap, the thug took it, turned around and leafed through the bills. 

"So this is what I need," Philip began, speaking to Sandy, "I've built this toy for my girlfriend and I need someone to get on and let me adjust it so I know it works well."

"What kind of toy?" the guy asked.

"It's a fuck machine but with some interesting features."

The thug looked as stupid as he was. Sandy just said, "Wow."

"I'd like you to get on and I'll move the mechanism slowly through the full range and then get your feedback. If it's all good we'll fire it up and give you a ride, ok?"

"Sure," she said, "I'm game. Where is it?"

"Over there," he said, pointing toward his workstation. Both of his visitors turned their heads to look. He saw her in profile for the first time and was reminded of the graceful and trim figure of a two-year-old quarter horse, then tough guy's phone rang and he answered in Spanish. 

"Let me show you," Philip said as he led her over to the machine which looked part bench press and part machine tool. 

"Wow," she said, "how does it work?"

He described its general function. "You see, these two down here do the heavy lifting and the straps there keep her thighs pressed down and those bind her ankles. Also the board at the back can be a back rest or put in these holes here to hold her forward and expose her back. It has straps too; they're not attached at the moment. Ever use a fuck machine?" he asked. 

"Well, no, not exactly," she said with a giggle.

Philip looked at the walking tattoo display that was ambling over toward them, still on the phone, and then back to Sandy. He couldn't believe such a fine young woman would consider this thug worth dating.

"Oh, he's not my boyfriend," she said, seeing his look of politely disguised disgust.

"Anyway," he continued, "the mechanism here is what does the work. It's a half horsepower, two phase induction motor, to keep it quiet, of course. This eccentric wheel is kind of a cam, or flywheel, that pushes this drive shaft which is connected by this ball linkage to the main thrust rod attached through these two pillow block bearings, for stability and to reduce vibration. That's what drives the dildo and," he bent down and removed the phallus, "Inside I've designed this thrust collar and these spreading veins that open in the center a few centimeters to increase its girth. I considered an air bladder but went with this instead. This other, smaller motor works the anal dildo."

"Oh my god," she said looking intently at the workings under the bench. "So... she's strapped in here and gets fucked by both dildos at the same time?"

"Yes. Each are independent. And I've got an onboard controller that I can load pre-programmed patterns for everything. I'm thinking of syncing the speed control to Ravel's Boléro, which should be an interesting fifteen minutes."

"And what's this for?" She pointed to a box closer to the front with tubes running out forward.

"That's for the suction." She looked inquisitive and he said, "For the nipple suckers."

"Oh... I see."

The punk got off his phone, shaking his head and said, "I got to go. You ok here?" he asked her, clearly disappointed that he would miss the show. She nodded, "I'm fine."

"Mister," he said, "you've got one twisted mind. I like it. You make one of these for me?"

"Afraid not, this is a one-of-a-kind."

With a shrug and a smile, the 'escort's escort' left down the stairs with the envelope in his back pocket. 

"Good," she said a few seconds after hearing the downstairs door close, "he's such a creep."

"You need him for protection?"

"Yeah, he's kind of my manager, does some screening and he's never far away. I just wish he wasn't such a prick."

"Freebies? Aren't there other options?"

She shrugged, "Yeah, I could get with an agency I guess, but I don't think he'd like it. He's threatened to beat me up before."

He didn't continue with this line of conversation, just patted the seat and said, "Let's get started."

Sandy peeled off and wiggled out of her tight jeans then laid them over the back of his work chair. Philip had admired their ability to hug her compact and toned ass. She removed her black g-string without ceremony, but gave him a look through the curtain of fine black hair as she did so. She sat on the machine's bench seat behind the hole through which the dildo would thrust. 

"Got some lube?" she asked and reached through the hole to grip the rubber cock. "This is clean right?"

"Um... here hop back off and go wash 'em off in the sink, I'll get some lube."

They met back at the machine a few moments later. He replaced the thick dildo over the mechanical innards by turning it inside out and rolling it down over the intricate mechanical cock. He'd made it himself through a mold of his own cock, but twenty percent wider and longer. It had two soft nylon mesh reinforcements between three layers of different density latex. He was concerned about it slipping off but that's what tests were for. If it became a problem he'd simply screw clamp it down. 

Sandy re-mounted and spread a generous amount of lube on her lips. "Can we try the main one first? I'm not a big fan of DP unless I'm really ready."

"Sure, good idea."

He lay on the floor and watched as she lifted her foot to the rest, not bothering to wrap her ankle in the restraining cuff. Looking up he saw her pretty, partially shaved pussy through the oblong hole in the seat. "You've got a lovely pussy, Sandy."

"Oh, thanks," she said as brightly as a JV cheerleader.

"Ready?" he asked, admiring the shining glint of lube on her lips.

The sight of a wet pussy caressed something deep within Philip. He had a profound appreciation for the beauty of a human vulva, and this one would, he was sure, take the blue ribbon in any competition. 

"Ready," she answered with enthusiasm. 

She scooted forward and he began the drive wheel turning by hand and remembered something. "Can you slide back for a moment, Sandy...? I want to check for depth." She slid back and he twisted it through its motion. She saw that it topped out close to her navel.

"That's too deep," she said, still bright and cheerful.

He adjusted the depth by twisting the thumbscrew where the thing attached to the thrusting arm and lowered it while the cam was at its apex. "How's that?"

"Yeah, let's start there," she said and scooted forward.

When she was in place, he pushed the wheel forward a quarter inch at a time and watched the light tanned bulb of the dildo slowly push her lips apart and enter her. He shivered at the sight.

"Mmmnnn, gently... that's a bit bigger than I'm used to."

"Too much?"

"Um, no. But I'm tiny down there anyway. Is your girl my size?"

"Well, I haven't inspected you in detail but she's pretty damn small."

"White girl?"

"No, she's Chinese." He kept turning the wheel watching the fake cock disappear into her.

"Ah, you like us Asian girls?"

"Yeah, I admit to having a special affection for girls..."

"Like...?"

"You're very lovely, Sandy, but frankly from this angle, almost any girl would look great."

"Ah, so you like to watch?"

"Have you ever met a man that didn't?"

"You know, I haven't been doing this job that long... only a couple months."

He wondered why she said this. 

"Okay, that's top dead center, how does it feel?"

"Mmm, feels great, maybe a little deeper. Try say, half an inch or so maybe a bit more."

He loosened the thumbscrew again and twisted the shaft so that it penetrated her another three-quarters of an inch. "How's that?"

"Oh that's perfect."

"A nice full sensation?"

"Yeah, feels great."

"Ok, I'm going to rotate it to the bottom now. My concern here is that it doesn't pull all the way out but it should be about right."

He began to turn in the wheel slowly, withdrawing it from her until he was at bottom dead center. He could see that it was still about an inch inside of her.

"Is that good? Or do you like it to come out a little bit further?"

"No that's perfect, just right. I like it just right there."

"Good, well that's the basics and I only have you for an hour so let's turn it on and see what happens. Is the angle right? I could tilt it forward or backward a little bit. Is that comfortable the way you're sitting?"

She looked around at her legs and her knees and gripped the handles bolted two inches up from the bench. She gave a little bounce, feeling the thing move within her. She looked at him and said, "Yeah that's fine. This is so much fun!"

"Ok, so I'm going to turn it on the lowest setting and just tell me how you feel. I don't have the interface to my computer finished yet or a remote so I'll have to manually turn the speed knob."

Still lying on the floor looking up at her pussy being penetrated by the homemade analogue of his cock, he twisted the potentiometer that controlled the contraption's speed. There was a quiet hum as the motor engaged but didn't yet have enough power to move. He turned the knob slightly more and it began a very slow glide upward. He was pleased with the smooth action.

Sandy absentmindedly ran a hand over a breast and squeezed as she looked down and saw the dildo slowly enter her.

As it gently gathered speed it occurred to him that he should put a buffering circuit between the potentiometer and the motor lest it get accidentally turned too quickly and injure someone. He twisted the dial another notch and the connecting rod began its motion around the outside of the cam. He decided on an oblong drive disk, with lots of adjustment holes rather than a circular one to give a bit of a pause at the top and bottom of the stroke. He would experiment with different shape discs in the months ahead but this would do for now.

He stared in utter fascination as the dildo penetrated, paused just slightly, and slid back out of her. For a minute he contemplated this view and noted how much it felt like meditation. "How's that?" he asked.

"Wow, it's really good. It feels so real. Like some guy who knows what he's doing is going nice and slow."

"Do you like the dildo?"

"Yeah it's great, better than mine. Too bad it doesn't vibrate. It looks so real. It even has a curve in it."

"Oh, it vibrates and it should look real. It's based on a cast of my own."

"Oh wow!" She liked the idea of his inside her. 

"Yeah, a bigger version to be sure but it's much more personal than just a cock you buy at the store."

"That's so sweet. She's going to love it. I like the way the head scrapes against my g-spot on the way down."

"Tell me when you want it faster."

"Yeah, now would be great."

Still watching from below, thoroughly absorbed by the motion and the expanding and contracting of her lips around the thing, he twisted the knob an eighth of a turn and saw her lift a little bit as the speed increased, then settle back down. There was also a switch mounted under the seat which turned on a smaller high speed motor. It was mounted directly below the hollow main thrusting arm and connected to a shaft that ran inside it to a bearing tack welded at the top of the dildo core. A two inch long aluminum weight, drilled off center, was threaded over the rod within the head of the dildo. It wasn't elegant but he thought it vibrated it rather well. 

The machine made a sort of clickity-clack, clickity-clack sound when moving that wasn't unpleasant but belied an imperfect design. He'd review it later and perhaps change the linkages.

"Oh God, it does vibrate?" she said, her breath catching in her throat.

"Yeah, how do you like it?"

"Wow..." She gasped at the whirring vibrations deep inside, "it's fantastic. So strong! A little faster if you could."

"Sure," he twisted just a little bit more, wanting to take his time and gather all the research data he could.

"How is it?"

"It's... oh god, it's great!" she giggled and smiled as bright as new daffodil.

"Can you come like this?"

"You're about to see for yourself I think. Can you go little bit faster?"

"Not yet. I have to say it looks spectacular going inside of you. This is about thirty revolutions a minute or so. Is this about the speed that would cause you frustration, like you can't come?"

"Yeah, if it went on like this for ten or twenty minutes I'd go insane."

"Great."

"Is that the idea?"

"Sort of, I'm hoping to strap her down to this for an hour."

"Poor girl." She said it with a smile, intending to be ironic.

"Are you ready for the expanding?"

"Oh that's right, you said that there was more. But does it get bigger and smaller or just bigger."

"Well, I guess I can make it cycle but I was thinking that it would be better just if it got bigger."

"Sure, why don't you start with it bigger and then maybe test cycling it a bit."

"You want some water or anything, Sandy? I see a bit of sweat on your stomach."

"No, I'm good, thanks."

With yet another control he caused a flange just below the dildo mounting point to twist. This pushed up on the thrust collar which forced apart the leaves that made up the center of the dildo, expanding it. He got so caught up in the design feature that he never really considered if it would be comfortable or arousing. 

Sandy was looking down the whole time now, watching this cock give her a really good workout. And then she saw it thicken before her eyes and felt the fullness grow within her. "Holy shit!" she said. "Wow. That's amazing."

"Not too tight right? It only expands by about twenty percent but still that should be noticeable."

"Wow, no. That's okay. Any more than this would split me. But wow, it feels awesome, more friction." She was breathing heavily now, noticeably aroused.

"Can you come?"

"Um, yeah... whether I want to or not."

"Want to?"

"Yeah please, but..."

"Yeah? Want some nipple clamps?"

"No, just turn it faster and get up here and kiss me."

He turned it up to about sixty RPM, one complete thrust in and out per second, and got up and sat before her on the machine. He looked at her; she was very beautiful like this. 'Innocent,' was the word that came to mind, 'young, innocent and simply beautiful,' he thought. Her hands were between her thighs gripping the hole through which the phallus thrust, pushing against the bench, lifting her bottom slightly and pressing her gently bouncing smallish breasts together, nipples boastfully erect. She had a glazed look in her eyes that showed she was seconds away from a really satisfying orgasm.

"You're beautiful, Sandy."

"Kiss me. It'll make me come right away."

He put both of his hands tenderly on either side of her face, leaned in and kissed her firmly. He intuited that she wanted the feeling of intimate contact so he didn't slide his tongue into her mouth or kiss her with haste. 

The trigger for most of Sandy's orgasms was the sensation of just this kind of intimacy. She breathed quickly through her nostrils, inhaling his masculine aroma. "Mmm...Mmm," she hummed against his mouth. Her lips parted for just a second to let out two 'Oh... ohhh's. And true to her word, hopping gently on the dildo, she immediately started to orgasm. He could feel her tense as she sucked on his lower lip. She whined like a Geiger counter being swung over a radium sample, and then pushed down with all her weight, brought her arms around his neck and pulled hard. 

"Oh god," she huffed. "Oh god... goddammit!" She convulsed and shuddered, panted and groaned directly into his ear a long lowing, like a hoofed animal giving birth. She quieted for a moment then disengaged from him and sprung up. She looked down at the still pumping penis jutting through the hole in the seat. 

"Jesus... wow, that... wow..."

"Like it?"

She hopped up and down, which jiggled her breasts delightfully. "...wow. That thing is great. Holy shit! You going to sell 'em?"

"Nope, it's a one off," he repeated, "just for my girl."

"She's so lucky," she said, looking in his eyes, still astounded but giggling now.

"Need to take a break?"

"Yeah... just a minute or two." She stretched on her toes, "Let me walk around a bit." She walked over to the counter and drank the water. "What... what that took like five minutes?"

"Yeah, about that long." Philip added the anal dildo, "Want the full treatment?"




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 10



"Wow, if it's anything like that, yes! You live here alone?"

"Well my girlfriend is over most of the time but she's working."

"Whadda ya do?"

"You haven't been doing this long have you?" he observed. Prostitutes aren't supposed to ask questions.

"No, just a few weeks, to help me get through school."

"Uh hu." What could he believe? 'Give me your cell phone for twenty minutes and I'll learn all there is to know about you.' He thought for a moment, 'Hmmm.' But no, life was as complex as it could be at the moment. Still, he considered, looking at her throat move as she drank the water, she was endearing; beautiful and endearing, adorable even. Maybe she was working her way through school like Sarah? He wanted to believe it for some reason. She was a very pleasant young woman, with a nice personality that showed through at first encounter. She was probably twenty, seemingly light hearted and bright. 'Shit,' he castigated himself for this thoughts, 'what am I doing?' He needed to keep his focus on Mei Chun.

"You ready?"

"Yeah," she gave a few hops like she was about to jump into a cold pool. "Ready."

"Bring your nice tight little butt over here."

She came over and sat back down.

"Are you ready for this?" he asked, patting the smaller dildo, thinking she'd need a little something smaller first to stretch out a bit.

"Oh... hmmm... might take a while."

"Want me to warm you up?"

"Would you? Thanks."

"Come over here." He stood and walked over to the couch and sat in the middle. "Here, bend over my lap." She knelt on the dark brown leather, her knees indenting and creaking the leather cushion. 

"Do you call for escorts much?" she asked as she fell forward over his lap and put her head on the couch, looking back and up at him. He began, reflexively to run his hands over her youthful skin. 'She's so delicate, so finely boned and with that skin the color of coffee with too much cream,' he thought. "No, never really. I mean, I had a relationship with one once, but I knew her before she got paid for it." 'She's got the perfect fanny, small like a teenager's, as taut and firm as a one of those buckwheat pillows. Great hips too.'

"Was she good?"

"Best sex ever before my current girlfriend."

She gave him another smile and he lifted one knee over the other to raise her ass a bit. He dribbled a drop or two of lube on her anus which caused her to pull her knees up and raise her ass further. He put a bit on his finger and gently began circling around its surface, feeling the fine creases of flesh with his fingertips. "Did you say you don't like this much."

"Nah, it hurts too much if the guy's in a hurry. I don't do it, you know, for clients."

"You don't mind doing it for me?"

"Oh... I thought this was just a test?"

"No, I mean on the machine."

"Oh." 

'Was that disappointment?' he wondered.

"No, it's fine. The dildo isn't that big and I want to help."

"Perhaps you haven't found the right guy? It does take a lot of warm up. I guess a lot of guys don't have the patience."

"Do you? You an anal expert?"

"No... never tried before her, but I like women... like pleasing them."

He swore her eyes twinkled. "That is so sweet," she said.

He looked at her bottom over his knee, her firm small ass with a curve so distinctly feminine arching before him. He looked at her hole as his fingers traced the rim. Like a kid's drawing of a sun, it's wrinkled lines radiating away from the center reminding him of the puckering lips of a tightly pursed mouth. He admired her labia just beneath. Soft and puffy outer lips, but not a clam shell, hiding the more sensitive lips within. They were full and flamboyant, pink at the clitoral hood and dark brown at the tips of the spreading wings' edges and spread out in bold opulence like a bombastic flower.

"Do you wax Sandy or shave?"

"Wax. Hate shaving... it's smoother this way."

"You're the kind of girl that likes romance, aren't you?" He pointed his finger and pushed into her anus with the tip and saw it weakly yield to him.

"Ugh," she groaned, "How did you know? The thing about my job is I don't get to really know a guy. I just jump over all that and get to the sex. It's hot, I mean, I'm not complaining. It's just that a girl likes to know she's wanted as a woman before her body is taken. Ya know?"

"I'm sure your clients would love to get to know you. The ones that aren't married."

"They're all married or in some kind of relationship. Either that or they kind of creep me out. I don't have many like that but I like the ones that are already taken."

He slid his fingertip in deeper, making sure to watch for any sign of discomfort. 

"Hey that feels really pretty good. I like the way you're doing that, nice and gentle."

"A caring touch makes all the difference." He'd been spreading her right ass cheek with his left hand but let go and it sprung back into place. "Does your manager ever get out of line?"

"Like try to fuck me?"

"Yeah, or steal from you or whatever."

"Well... yeah kinda. He's always trying and he wants me to get a tattoo."

"Hmm. It would be a sin to mar your skin."

"Yeah, I'm not going to."

The sensation he was giving her was not bad at all, quite nice actually. He wasn't invading her, jamming something where it didn't belong, it was kind of a massage inside her anal canal.

"You're a good lover," she said, "I can tell. Your girl must be really satisfied."

"I'm going to put another finger in... ok?"

"Yeah, sure."

He did, ever so considerately and slowly. Over the next five patient minutes, with multiple rest periods, he managed to get index and middle fingers knuckle deep inside her. "Want my thumb in your pussy, Sandy?"

It had begun to affect her. She really didn't like anal play much, or hadn't, but this was different. She felt her anus in a new way, as a real focus of pleasure and it was getting her hot.

"Sure... that sounds nice, and call me Ai, please. I hate Sandy, it was his idea. Ai is my real name."

"I like it, what's it mean?" 

"In Vietnamese it means tender loved one."

"That's nice. I like Ai. It means love in Chinese." He worked his thumb in past her moist lips and was welcomed by her gooey ooze. He loved it when a woman juices were viscose and tangy with a beguiling aroma.

"Yeah, I know. Hey," she sounded pleasantly surprised, "that really does feel good. Could you pump it a bit?"

"Sure, happy to," the sound of a woman's wet pussy being worked was like a Siren singing to him, it drew him on, vaporizing a bit of his will. "You really love sex, don't you, Ai?"

"Yeah, god I really love it," she said with a lusty exhale. "At one level, I simply love the feelings, you know, feeling what a guy does to my body. I also like the emotional part but I don't get much of that, like I said. I'm not really in love with anyone. I mean, I want to be and all." She pushed back against him a bit, "Ooh, that's really good... the last one wasn't, should I say, emotionally mature? He's was all about possession and fucking me like I was some kind of living doll. Not like I had feelings."

"He has no idea what he's missing."

"Had," she said, and then looked up at him with a new interest and intensity. "Yeah, like, he'd have gotten so much more out of a kiss and a 'how are you honey' then, like, a $200 handbag and a 'let's fuck', you know what I mean?"

"Romance is dead, Ai, never to be resurrected."

"Yeah. How are you to your girl?"

"Faster, Ai?"

"A little bit please."

"I'm completely dedicated to her but we have a complex relationship."

"I've heard that before."

"Yeah, well, see she is my... I guess servant is the best word, slave, submissive, whatever you want to call it."

"Wow, kinky. Does she have a collar and crawl on the floor?"

"A collar, yes, but that other stuff is for amateurs, just for show or porn, it's not real. I show her how to please me and in return take away her need to make choices and when she's good I smother her with love and clothing and stuff. When she's bad I discipline her."

"That sounds so nice. It's so romantic to hear a guy talk about his girl like that. Wanna fuck me in the ass? Umm... you know, funny I don't remember your name."

"Philip."

"Philip, I think I might like it with you. You really know what you're doing." She quickly added, "It's ok if you don't, anyway you're going to make me come again if you keep doing that?"

"Love to come?" He didn't answer her offer directly and wanted to avoid being asked again.

"Oh my god, are you kidding?"

"Watching and feeling a woman come is my favorite thing on the planet."

"That's so nice. Usually guys feel that way about their own orgasm but not about mine."

"Have you ever been restrained?"

"Whaddya mean?"

"Well, tied up. Bound."

"Oh, S&M?"

"Yeah."

"Not my thing. At least no one's ever done it right, I guess."

"Hmm," he said, still gently stroking her from the inside. 

"Really, I come easy and, I mean, it's fine with me but I don't want you to run out of time without testing your machine."

"Right, thanks. You're good and ready now." He slowly, politely wound down his thrusts and withdrew from her, giving her ass a little smack out of habit which was greeted with a gasp that sent a shiver down his spine.

She walked before him, sliding into her steps more than she had before. She mounted the machine. "Give me the whole works," she said with a bright grin, eyes alight. Spirit like hers always made him smile. He leaned over to his desk and picked up two elongated bell shaped glass objects about an inch and a half long by his keyboard and sat in front of her on the bench. He reached down and got the rubber tubes, brushing his cheek against her lovely small breasts.

He licked the end of the glass at the top of one and twisted it on the end of the hose. "These go over your nipples," he said as he placed one over the delicate pink nub. "Hold it here," he said. He did the same with the other one and leant down to turn the switch controlling the pump. It whirred to life and reached a deeper hum as the suction started. "How's that?"

"Hmm... good. It kind of squeezes a bit, a little uncomfortable."

"Good, I'll turn up the suction in a minute. Get on both please." He handed her the lube and she slathered some on her ass, putting a bit inside, careful that her long white painted nail didn't scrape her tender interior. 

She was a bit concerned how high the suction on her nipple would go, but she did say the works.

"Now I'll start the machine." He saw the nod and the look in her eyes that said, 'Yes'. "Are they both in?" he asked. 

"Can you put the one at my ass in a bit?"

He considered a manual advance wheel. 

"Sure," he said and got back on his side on the floor and slowly spun the wheel until in penetrated. The smaller one was a simple dildo without any additional features, a store bought model. While there he started both motors on low again, and put her left ankle in the Velcro cuff. 

She began to vocalize with the sensations. A series of gratifying sounds that resonated within him.

"Like that?" He moved to restrain her right ankle.

"Umm," she struggled dealing with the simultaneous assault. "This... it's like getting fucked by two guys."

"That's the idea."

The speeds were different, her pussy getting about twenty thrusts a minute and her ass getting about half that. Nice and slow. 

She alternated between, "ooh", and "aah" when the two reached out-of-phase positions and he noted that he needed to mount a position sensor on the wheels and work that into the control program rather than leave them completely independent. He turned up the suction and heard a quiet 'ah' in response. 

He stood back to admire his handy work. Not bad, he thought, some tinkering but judging by Ai's obvious enjoyment of the thing it would be well received. It was just two minutes into the test but she was really riding it, sort of undulating up and down, back and forth, a consistent stream of low grunts, humming and "oh wows," rolling out of her. It was arousing him. Seeing this sleek girl, her nipples red and stretched, rolling and rocking on his invention caused his already firm cock to set into cured concrete. 

"Faster," she said, tendrils of her hair stuck to her face, her mouth open, breathe in gasps between her keening. "Faster."

"Not yet."

She looked at him with determined disappointment, then, not waiting for him, moved a hand to rub her clit. This prompted him to prepare the straps on the back rest.

"I need to test this too," he said as he strapped her in. He draped one leather belt over each shoulder and between her breasts, being careful not to disturb the suckers pulling her nipples. "You might like this, Ai," he said as he tightened the belts in their buckles behind her back. "Now your wrists." He didn't mount the wrist cuffs yet so he got a pair of rubberized hand cuffs and bound her hands to a ring at the back of the support behind her. He secured her head by tying a ribbon in a gathering of her hair as close to her scalp as he could and passed it through a hole in the leather back rest he designed for the purpose and tied it, likewise to the ring through which the cuffs were thread. 

He stepped back again, delighted by the site of this lovely, waifish young woman in ecstasy. "How's that Ai? Can you move?" He maneuvered to sit in front of her. 

"No."

"Do you like being immobile?" He pulled off one of the glass bells over her nipple and she gasped and whispered, "Oh... umm... fuck." 

She looked at him with eyes full of a message that she willed into his mind. She liked this guy and wanted him to know it. As her look smoldered he pulled the other one off, leant forward and took her over sensitive nipple in his mouth, playing it back and forth with his tongue. 

"Oh god that's good," she said quietly and shuddered again. "That thing makes my nipples hurt but your tongue is fabulous. You're really a wild one, aren't you, Philip?" She envied his girlfriend. If he went to such lengths to make a gift like this for her, she imagined, 'what would sex with him be like?' However, there wasn't much room for thought, not with the clickity-clack sounds, the dual penetration of the dildos fighting inside of her, his tongue worrying her nipple and being tied like this, but a few basic thoughts squeezed themselves through. 'Wonder if he'll ask me back? Wonder if he's into three ways? Wonder what his girl has that I don't?'

'Damn! It's going to happen again. This thing is going to fuck me to death!'

As she came again, quaking and bucking, she wondered what kind of a man this was, if he was tender and protective, if he'd make a good father.

She felt this one first in the pit of her stomach, an unavoidable clinching of her muscles, then, strangely, in the outside thigh muscles and an instant later her pussy gripped the dildo, trying to keep it inside of her cunt. Her ass squeezed, then every muscle in her body tightened and shook.

He felt her come, her nipple hard and hot. 'Wonderful,' he thought, 'such a connection with another human being. So intimate... to know a stranger like this.' It was like peeling a person open and jumping right in, bypassing the months of getting to know someone. This communing with the core of a woman an hour after meeting her was a new and fantastic experience and he saw the allure of casual, anonymous sex for the first time.

He knew it was time to turn down the motors, to let her come down easy, but he was still experimenting and decided to keep her going. Letting her nipple slide from his mouth he lent back, cupping her breasts. He looked at her open mouth, her tongue darting from side to side, her chin up, head wagging a bit, eyes closed. She was still in the grip of her latest orgasm but was descending, returning to earth. He shuffled forward, surrounded her knees with his thighs and enveloped her with his arms, pressing his clothed body into her. He pulled down on her hair to force her head up and mouth open. 

"Ai, keep coming," he encouraged. He pressed his mouth to hers, kissing her through her panting, and felt more than heard her renewed lowing. "That's it baby," he spoke supple words into her mouth, "Keep feeling it, chase after it, honey." He brought his hands to her hips, kissed her more and rhythmically pressed down on her in time with the thrusting. She began to twist and hop away from the penetrations but he held her firm, oh so delicate, thin hips. She began to respond with her tongue, reaching for his, sucking him into her. Her sound changed from a near panic to a soft contented surrender.

He had thought this a test run of his machine but it wasn't any longer. The idea of sex with a prostitute an hour ago wasn't a consideration. Of course, Sarah had been a prostitute too and the fact hadn't bothered him, mostly because he knew her as a person first. Then he realized what a fool he was, he was simply approaching Ai from the opposite direction but the facts were the same. She was a person that he didn't know, only her profession was the starting point, and if he wanted to, he could get to know her and follow her story. Leaning back and looking at her approach another orgasm looming in the distance, he decided that he did want to know her story.

"Hold on for me Ai, I'll be right back." 

"Yes... God this is fantastic." She repeated his name in her mind to etch it in her memory, 'Philip, Philip, Philip...' She didn't want to forget this dreamy guy's name again.

He stood, noted her purse on the kitchen counter, ran back and got the wand and the riding crop off the bench in the back room, just in case. He could hear he close in on another orgasm from there and quickly returned to see her tense and shiver again.

"Ohmygod, Ohmygod, Ohmygod... Oh my god, aaahhhhh!" she screamed full throatily.

It was sweet music to his ears. 

He plugged the wand in, returned to sit before her with it and a roll of duct tape. "You're doing great, Ai. Really fantastic. Just keep with me, honey. One more addition." He placed the wand along the bench, the rubbery head on her pussy, and wrapped several turns of duct tape to hold it firm. "Ready?"

Seeing what he had in store for her caused her to worry. The very last thing she needed was more stimulation. He was overdoing it, she thought, but it was a challenge and she was curious how much she could take. 

"Yeah, I guess. It's going to kill me I'm sure but go ahead." Her eyes provided a subtext of 'you'd better know what you're doing.' He turned on the wand's strong vibrator motor and reattached the suckers to her red and hypersensitive nipples then tweaked the suction higher. 

He stood back to observe but immediately laid back down and took the bottle of liquid lube and squeezed out a stream onto the anal dildo. Satisfied that she was still enjoying both he gave a bit of a nudge to both motors and returned to standing in front of her. 

She looked so lovely held like this, head up, eyes closed, mouth singing in grunts, moans and the occasional incoherent vulgarity. He wanted to simply watch the machine take her helpless body, to carry her higher and higher and enjoy her rapture, but instead he went quickly to her purse, found her phone, returned to his work area and began to drain it.

He looked over at her strapped down to a bench and backrest with a thick cock pumping her relentlessly and vibrating her vagina like a paint shaker, her anus was being swabbed with what felt like a one pound hot dog. Her nipples tugged halfway down two glass bells that were sucking her teats like a milking machine. Her hands and hair were tied behind her back and her ankles were strapped in. To top it off the Hitachi was buzzing her clit at 5,000 vibrations per minute, each one plucking a nerve like a guitar string in an Eddie Van Halen solo. 




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 10



"God damn you are hot, Ai," he said. 

Somehow the restraints made the experience worse and better for her at the same time. As the sensations threatened to overwhelm her, the urge to be free of the stimulations rose to near panic. It made the binding intolerable until the moment the orgasm smashed into her, then the sensation of helpless immobility became its corollary, a safe and carrying embrace. 

As she rode the back side of her latest orgasm down she pondered him. It was as though he knew this setup was exactly what she needed to get the maximum sensual potential out of her. 

'God, this guy is something else. I've never had an experience like this.' 

She knew a few weeks ago when she decided to pay for college this way she'd run into some guys with, 'special needs,' but this was not what she had in mind. She was well into her fourth or fifth orgasm from this guy's machine and they were good ones, fucking insane ones. One or two popped out of nowhere and slammed into her, turning her over and turning off the lights. She wondered how long she could keep coming like this. She didn't feel pain, except for the exquisite misery of her nipples. The dildo pumping her ass became more of a friend than an invader and the one in her cunt was like a lover she'd dream about for weeks to come. This was certainly the most intense sexual experience of her life and she didn't see why she should let it end until she got everything possible out of it. She knew he was now standing next to her, enjoying watching her get fucked like this. She thought, 'This is really turning him on. I love that!'

"Hey," she said with more strength than she felt, "Philip?"

"Yes, Ai. Are you in pain?"

"No. It's really, REALY great..." she began to feel weak and closed her eyes, pushing off another orgasm until she could finish the sentence, "I... I won't be able to take that vibrator for much longer but..."

"Yeah, higher on the vibrator?"

"No, t-take off your p-pants..."

That did sound like a good idea. 

"I've got one more hole you forgot about. Come put it in my mouth and then, when you come, you have to shut this thing off. Ok?"

His pants hit the floor, he kicked the Hitachi into high gear and she hopped a few times as the completely mind blowing vibrations turned her clit into a buzzing endorphin factory. 

She had seen more cocks than she could count; big ones, small ones, white, Asian and black ones; those that curved up, and those that curved down. Philip's wasn't the largest she'd seen but it looked meaty and substantial. Rather than her usual thoughts at a moment like this, how long or how thick, she wondered what it weighed. It also had the nice big head she liked and, best of all, it was thick. 'God,' she though, 'and a nice dick too!' 

"Q...Q...Quick, get up here, I'm going to c-come again. I can't stand it!"

He stood on the bench precariously, he didn't design it for this, 'I have to weld some foot holds,' he thought. He took a moment to look down and admire her thin face. She had one of the most beautiful, innocent faces he'd ever seen, like a little girl's face, pure and bright. He laid the base of cock along her chin, touching her nose and resting it between her eyes. She looked past his cock and it into his glowing pools of green. 'God he has hot eyes', she thought and laid out her tongue for him as he slid it back, bringing the head down slowly to her mouth.

'Damn, that's a tool!' She pondered, with the few unallocated brain cycles she had left, the thick, mostly hard tube as the tip lay hot against her forehead. 'That lucky bitch. I hope she worships it like it deserves.'

"You've got such a nice cock," she said, "Let me suck on it while I come... just put it inside and don't move it please."

"Sure." He did and she opened and closed her lips about him, sort of walking her lips around it. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of him inside her, on the lunges of the objects below her and searched for the next orgasm. It didn't take long. He'd starting rocking just a bit and the motion against her tongue triggered it. It was the whole feeling of being totally his for a moment. Completely in the physical possession of this stranger, his to control, his to fuck. She liked the security of the feeling and the giving. 

She overlaid what was happening with a thin layer of fantasy; he took her, claimed her and kept others away. Feeling his cock in her mouth was her relinquishing herself and she opened to him and willed him to bury himself in her. She screamed and began shaking her head. He withdrew as she had hoped.

"Fuck, Philip, can you get that down my throat?"

He didn't answer and when she opened again he pushed in, hearing her whine turn an octave higher. He didn't get it as far as she hoped but it was at the back of her throat and would go no further. In moments she went ridged again, squirmed, howled around his cock and shook. After twenty seconds she went still and quiet except for the sounds of air escaping her nose as he pushed her breath out with his cock. She had a dreamy, contentedly stupefied look in her eyes.

"Is that enough, baby?" he asked. She blinked and nodded her head. His strokes were long and considerate, giving her ample opportunity to breath and talk if she needed to. However, she was so content to be the recipient, giving as the taker, that she had nothing to communicate at the spoken level. The sounds she was making said all she felt.

In a few minutes he was ready and she built back up with him, feeling his tempo increase, seeing that look of uncontrollable need in his green eyes. 'This is going to be so good,' she thought, eager for him to come. When he did, she saw his head jerk back, heard him grunt, and felt the contractions ripple through his cock as he unloaded into her. 

'One... (Yes! I love this). Two... (He is so damn MASCULINE). Three... (Pump it right into me). Four... (Hot, white cum). Five... (Sliding down my throat). Six... (I can't believe I don't have to pay him). Seven... (Still? So much!). Eight... (Please call me back)! Nine... (Ok, that's enough). Ten... (Holy shit, still coming)!'

He was finally spent and she was too waisted to come again, not feeling a thing on her clit but an uncomfortable numbness that was going to kill her if it lasted another second. It was definitely time to stop, but she would endure until she could suck it last bit out of him, 'I owed him that much,' she figured.

"Jesus, Ai, that was fantastic," he said, his cock still in her mouth. She tried to say something, but he realized his dick was kinda getting in the way.

He pulled out and she burst out, "Shut it off. Quick, shut it off!"

He hopped down, killed the wand, reached under for the switches and dials and brought the whole thing to a stop.

"Goddamn, I can't feel my pussy," she said with a laugh that peaked through her gasps for breath.

He unbound her, rotated the wheels so she wasn't impaled on the machine and lifted her in his arms, her hundred something pound frame as light as a feather. He took her over to the couch and softly laid her out, covering her with the throw. He left and returned a moment later with water and some massage oil. He put a pillow behind her and began to massage her feet. 

"How do you feel?"

She was still dazed. "Like I've been run over by a truck. That was the most amazing ..."

"You feel peaceful, contented? Satisfied?"

"I want to sleep for a weak. It was amazing. I've never had anything like it. One suggestion though."

"Sure, please."

"A kill switch."

"Huh?" It was a term he didn't imagine she'd know. 

"Yeah. When a girl comes she wants her man to, like slow down right away. When that thing keeps pumping away like that it gets, I don't know, like, so demanding. I like that you used and induction motor, needs a transformer but you got the power and heat dissipation all worked out. You might try Delrin if you want to get rid of the ticking. It's an acetal copolymer resin made by DuPont. I can get you some if you want. But I don't know; I kinda like the clickity-clack sound." She saw the look in his eye and answered his unasked question. "I'm taking Industrial and Systems Engineering at San Jose State."

"Wow. No way?" He was as shocked as he would have been had she told him she was a studying to become a nun. They continued to talk about the machine in detail. She offered suggestions, he let his mind boggle.

"Tired?" he asked, moving the massage to her elegant calves. "I could let you nap here for awhile."

"I've got other appointments."

"Cancel them."

"Oh... my manger would get angry."

"How many?"

"Two more. It's a slow day."

"How much?"

"Both are four hundred, in-calls across the bay."

"I'll pay for 'em."

"Really?"

"Sure, would you like to?"

"Yeah, I really would. I mean what could top that? I hate to disappoint anyone but I'm sore, and sucking some stranger off just doesn't appeal to me at the moment."

"You know, we're already over time," he said.

"Really, I lost track. Where's my phone?"

"I'm charging it for you."

"Oh, well I'd better call my manager before he gets pissed off."

He got her phone. "Leave him."

"What?"

"You want to right? I mean just quit and start over."

"He'll beat me up for sure."

He didn't respond, sometimes other people's problems were their own.

"Oh, it's only two. I have some time. Next one's at five. Do you want me? As a regular?" She was hoping to god he'd say yes.

"No. I'm good but you were wonderful."

"Thanks, you too. I haven't ever come like that. I mean, I can come a couple of times in an hour, if the guy is good and all but... That was just amazing. Your girl's going to love it."

"Thanks." 

The conversation sputtered to an end as his massage worked up her body and she settled into it like a down mattress. She appreciated the strength and confidence he showed manipulating her body. She said, "You're good with your hands," when the pads of his thumbs pressed the circumference of her areole in slow delightful circles. 

"I've always been a tinkerer," he said.

"No, I meant the massage."

"Oh, thanks."

"It feels like you care."

"That's the secret of doing anything well."

"Can I give you another blow job?"

Not a guy given to refusing such offers, he pondered for a bit. 

"I'd like to, to say thanks," she added quickly, eager to let him know it was not part of the service, "It was an experience I'm not likely to repeat. I've been told I give great head." 

He considered, as though it were a hard choice. He admired her perfect slight breasts, which just fit his palms, her flat oiled tummy that showed the extremely delicate hairs on her olive skin. Rather than answer her offer he asked, "Do you enjoy sex with women, Ai?"

"Oh, god yes."

"Did you like the pain of your nipples being sucked like that?"

"Um, yeah, I mean in the context of being tied up like that. It certainly added a new dimension." She hoped he was taking the conversation to the conclusion she had in mind.

"Can you obey someone you trust without question?"

"I think so."

"I'm gonna take a raincheck on the blow job if I can. Let's just relax for a while and let me massage you."

"Sure." She was disappointed but tried not to sound like it.

He continued the massage for a while and thoroughly enjoyed it. When she seemed to have recovered he called her a taxi and, as she left, she said, "You know, I'm not his slave. I can come back off the clock and keep you company. We can talk about engineering and do some refinements on your machine and some more testing and tweaking."

"I'd like that, Ai. I'll call you or send you an email."

"Great," she said with a kiss and skipped down the stairs and out the door. 

Philip sat down at his computer and dug through her phone. She was what she claimed, which was nice. He prepared another thumb drive, got some masking tape, tore a bit off and wrote Ai on it and started copying.



From Jenny to Mei Ch. 11



Thanks to KD for the awesome editing!!

Please start with Chapter 1 if you want to know the whole story.

*****

Five rolled around before Mei Chun was ready for it and she prepared to bid her work friends farewell. As she grabbed her purse Dr. K emerge from his office looking pensive, bleak and distracted. She surmised that his son's test results had come in and been bad news. She sensed that now was not the time to speak with him and on the way out the door vowed to offer her sympathy tomorrow.

The cab was waiting at the curb and she thought about the avuncular doctor on her ride to the center. 'Gosh, how terrible. He's such a nice old guy. To have a kid sick like that, maybe even dying... how horrible.'

As the center's cinderblock walls peeked from behind low rent apartment housing she found herself still thinking, imagining what he must be feeling. 

The center was in a building that looked a lot like a school but was fenced in, no doubt to keep out the dangerous neighborhood thugs rather than keep the kids inside. 

"Hi, Mei Chun." Sarah was always glad to see a volunteer, especially today. Mei Chun had been one of the best so far. Unlike the older church lady types, convinced of their goodness and confident they knew what was best for the children, Phil's girl was an enthusiastic follower of direction and listened rather than proposed. 

"Hi, Sarah. How are the kids?"

"About the same." Mei noticed that Sarah looked worn and tired. "We had to send Kevon to general, he was in an insulin shock after he got hold of a bag of sugar but he's ok. He'll be back tomorrow. Ready for rounds?"

Rounds, like in a hospital, were an opportunity to brief staff on each child's condition and, while she had been present for them in the past, she had never gone on them with Sarah alone before.

"Where's Mrs. Carter?"

"Not here this evening. You're going to be in charge."

"What!? I can't do that. I wouldn't know what to do."

"You won't be alone. Micky is here and Erica."

"But they... but I ... until when?"

"Two more will get in at eight and then the morning crew will be in at eight tomorrow. But Micky's got to leave at ten so you'll be shorthanded."

"You want me to lead the night crew all night?" 

"Not all night. I'll be back at four or five. I have faith in you Mei Chun. You'll do fine and I'll be here for another hour. You've got my cell phone and you know how to dial 911."

"Yeah, but..."

"Listen," Sarah stopped walking and looked at Mei in the eyes, "You are either a short timer playing at Florence Nightingale or you are in this to make a difference. Which is it?"

"This is my third time here, Sarah. I'm not qualified to be in charge. Anyway, I have work tomorrow."

"Don't deflect. Which is it?"

"Your pushing me, Sarah, it's not fair."

"Look around you. Listen to that screaming. That's a little girl who's lost her mind. Is that fair? Jerome nearly split his own head open Tuesday, is that fair? Get over your fear and take responsibility."

Mei was close to panic. She still felt helpless confronting the reality of what this place was about. She smelled the hopelessness that permeated the atmosphere, like the stink of sulfur at a paper mill. She saw how the other women ran from one calamity to another, losing heart by the end of their shift, drained as they left for their cars. What was she supposed to do, dedicate her lives to these hopeless children? Philip would have to decide. She obeyed him and in return he was supposed to make these kinds of decisions. But what if he decided that it was what she would do, quit her job and go full time here? What would that do to her? What would it do to their relationship? She could not see herself as Sarah's successor, running this place ten years from now, prematurely old and prematurely bitter.

"Sarah, I will do what I can and I will do it without fear." She saw Sarah smile and felt dislike for her for the first time, "However, don't confuse my volunteering for an endless commitment. I'll have to ..."

"Talk to Phil?"

"Yes. It's his choice — our choice and that's it."

"Do you call him when you need to shit too?"

"Belittling me is not a good idea, Sarah. You need help, these kids need help and I'm here to help. If your attitude is a problem then you deal with it but don't give me shit. I'll take the responsibility for tonight, sure, but you take the responsibility for putting me in charge. If something happens that I'm not qualified for then it's your problem. Got it? Let's go," Mei said and turned on her heels. 

They reviewed all thirty-six children, Mei taking notes. As they came to the last door, Sarah finished her sentence, "...she'll be fine till her next meds but restrain her if she loses control."

So that was it. Mei was going to be in charge of two staff caretakers she didn't know and her back up was the nurse and the cleaning crew that didn't speak English. That was the help she had to care for thirty-six severely handicapped kids. TV would help, snacks would help, it was nearly dinner time and Sarah would stick around through that but afterward she was on her own until relieved ten hours later. 

In an hour, dinner completed and the kids standing around the TV, running about, or staring into the corner, Sarah came in to see if she had things under control. "Listen, Mei Chun, I'm sorry for snapping at you. I've not slept in two days and that's an excuse but it's all I have right now. If I don't go home and sleep and shower I'm going to crack. Ok, sorry for being a bitch. You can do this. I need you to be able to do this." 

Mei saw that she was tired and she felt better for the apology. She would do what she could and only call her as a last resort. "I'll do my best, Sarah. Get some sleep." She nodded, patted one of the kids on the head and told her to be good to Miss Chun and walked out.

She saw Jerome still sitting before his untouched meal, looking at the ceiling tiles, rocking back and forth. She hadn't had a moment to sit with him since arriving. Micky and Erica were putting out fires but things were under control. She took a minute to just be with him.

"Jerome?" she said, taking the seat opposite him. "Jerome?" He didn't react. She sat patiently, taking one of his hands in hers. Two minutes passed, the noise that only insane kids made was washing around them. Over the next five minutes he began to look down at the table, then finally at her hands surrounding his. She had been humming a nursery rhyme her mother sang to her. Jerome seemed to respond, taking tentative looks at her mouth. She'd never had him react in the slightest degree before and she felt it might be progress so she began singing the words.

Mèimei bēi zhe yáng wáwa

Zǒu dào huāyuán lái kàn huā

Wáwa kū le jiào māma...

He looked into her eyes for just an instant and a lump formed in her throat. She began to tear and sang louder than before. She felt the connection with him in the moment that his eyes touched upon hers and knew there was someone alive inside him. She resolved to sing to him every chance she could.

A disturbance dragged her away, but before she dealt with the situation that had grown too large for Micky to handle, she gave Jerome a caress along his cheek.

Somehow she survived the next hours. There was no call on her to make an important decision and she knew she was only nominally in charge. Micky and Erica were much older women, full time staff with more experience. This made Sarah's action a more obviously contrived attempt to bind her more closely to the center. She didn't know how much of Sarah's decision was genuine confidence in her and how much was manipulation.

Bedtime brought some relief, most of the kids were long used to the routine but some refused to sleep. Walking the hall she heard mumbling coming from Jerome's room and opened the door to find his roommate, Tony, talking to himself and Jerome sitting up in his bed. Tony kept repeating, "Yarom no ired," and she realized he was saying that Jerome wasn't tired, didn't want to sleep. She laid Tony down, stroked his hair and told him not to worry, she would take care of Jerome. He quieted with the touch and soon closed his eyes; perhaps asleep, perhaps not. She sat with Jerome, a boy nearly her size, and took his hand, began singing the song again and brought his head to her shoulder. She would do anything for this boy. Anything to give him a few moments of peace. Before long, his head heavier and heavier on her shoulder, she heard the soft snoring. She lay him down gently, covered him with a blanket, kissed his forehead, turned the lights low and left the room.

There were a few issues to keep her busy, a bed wetting, some night terrors but a good night according to Micky.

Sarah returned a little after four, not looking much better than she had when she left. She thanked her though, and seemed appreciative. Mei called the taxi company and arranged to be picked up. 

She returned to her apartment, got three and half hours of sleep and felt surprisingly energetic when she returned to the office, a Friday morning at last. Still overwhelmed by the goings-on at the center she had no mind to think about her sex life. 

Her heart sank when she saw Dr. K's pain in his eyes and the drag in his step. She found him alone in his office at about eleven thirty, stepped in and closed the door. "Bad news about your son?" He told her it was cancer. She squeezed his arm, gave him a quick, sweet kiss on the cheek, hugged him for just a second and left without another word.

At lunch she slept in an exam room. 

##########

Philip got a call from Eric, his one-time cell mate and the guy that Mei Chun had blown in the utility room.

"So how is it going with Jenny?" he asked after some opening pleasantries. 

"Very well indeed. I call her Mei Chun now to help with the disassociation."

"Good, her childhood name I assume. Good idea. Need my help with anything?"

"No, I've got it. Thanks for asking." He knew he must've wanted more of her.

"She is a fine one, Phil. You treat her right."

"I am. I was putting the finishing touches on a gift for her when you called."

"Something special?"

"Yeah. I'll show it to you next time you're round."

"Sophie's left," he said abruptly. 

"Ah shit, sorry man." Sophie was his wife who'd stuck with him through his prison term. 

"Yeah. This time I think it's for good. I'm not clean anymore and, well, there's not much to stick around for."

At times like this, Philip remained silent. 

"Can I come by, get a beer and one of those sandwiches or something."

"Can't do it man, not now. Gotta get this thing ready and I don't want Mei Chun to see you. Not for quite a while. Might disturb her. You understand."

"When does she get back?"

"Not till late but I've got lots to do."

"A couple of hours? I'll lend a hand."

He considered. He didn't like Eric that much. Sure they shared a cell for a year and were companionable enough inside, enduring the shit prison was together but Philip had grown since then and wanted to put the whole era behind him. Eric and a couple of other guys were his only connection to that time and he'd outgrown them. 

"You need a shoulder to cry on or money?"

"A little of both wouldn't hurt."

"I don't fund addiction. That's a hard and fast one for me. If you need someone to listen then start talking. I'll listen, tell you what a fool you are and give you any advice I can think of. That sound like enough?"

"No, but it's all I'm going to get."

"Yeah. It's all I got right now."

He switched to a Bluetooth headset and went back to work. For the next hour and a half he listened while Eric castigated himself for losing control and surrendering to temptation.

A thought occurred to Philip; what Eric needed was a master, or mistress, or whatever. He needed someone to take absolute control over him just as he had done with Mei, but even more unconditionally. Someone who would assume 24 hour supervision who wouldn't let him eat, sleep, or even think on his own. The only equivalent was Ranger training but that wasn't an option. He needed an experienced, dedicated dominatrix who cared enough about him to turn his life around. 

He let him drone on while he finished the software. He had five programs ranging from ten to thirty minutes. Some were based on an interval training routines exercise equipment used, periods of intense fast thrusting with relaxed slow periods. Too bad he didn't have it ready when Ai was over, he thought. 

The more he recalled it, the more he realized how much he enjoyed the experience with her. She was bright, cheerful, cute even. Digging through her private life, he found a love for her family, a concern for political issues. She was a Republican, of all things, though all for same sex marriage. She was indeed enrolled at SJS in the engineering department, had excellent grades and kept her private life private. No evidence of porn site memberships but her browser history and cookies showed that she visited the same site Mei Chun had among others. Her online calendar, not the one on her phone, showed that she had been in her current occupation for only a few weeks, as she had said, but had been quite active in her efforts to earn money. Her assets showed a respectable fifteen-thousand eight-hundred and thirty-seven dollars in various instruments. Ai obviously had it together, which was refreshing to find in a woman so young. 

He ran through the Boléro routine, watching the pace of the machine slowly keep up with the ever mounting and relentless tempo of the music from his desktop speakers. It excited him thinking of Mei riding this to one orgasm after another with well-timed strokes of the whip. 

He'd move the whole thing into the back before she got home. It would be after her encounter with Karla but he'd tell her to go light on the lesbianism tonight as there would be a surprise waiting for her at his place. 

Eric kept on jabbering and Philip responded with a few 'uh huh's every so often. It sounded like she'd really left him, which was too bad but every woman has her breaking point. Going back to junk at this stage of her life was too much. He'd been off it for years; prison breaks most guys' of their physical dependencies but they always seem to creep back into the same habits. Philip knew he was in danger too. After all, hadn't he used the same techniques that got him arrested on Mei? Now he was breaking those same laws looking through Ai's private life.

He thought about Ai again. Her offer to return on her own time, the friendly way she offered to suck his cock. He appreciated the sweetness of the gesture, sex for him was not about domination, even though he had, on at least one occasion, purposefully held Mei down and fucked her as brutally as he could to force her to relent and submit. But that was therapy and not love making. He wondered what it would be like getting head from her while Mei rode the machine. 

He was getting tired of Eric and decided it was time to end the call. "Eric, gotta go. Listen, don't backslide. Don't use this as an excuse to poison yourself with that shit... ok? I'll make time for you tomorrow or Sunday but I just got to get off the phone."

Eric thanked him, told him not to bother about this weekend and rang off.

##########

It was 2:30 when Mei's phone showed a FaceTime call coming in from Markéta. 

"Ahoj, Mei Chun," she said, trying to make herself heard over the blaring thump of music, "Where are you?" Mei made her way into the bathroom by the elevators. "I'm at work... where the hell are you?"

"Václav and I are at a disco in Paris. He's a friend from Prague I knew in school." A man's face appeared and smiled with a wave of the hand. "Hello!" the face said. "I told him I met a beautiful young Chinese woman in San Francisco and his horny balls couldn't wait to see you."

She heard them talking in what she presumed was Czech. "He says you are more beautiful then he imagined. What are you wearing darling?"

She held the camera away, "Your selection of course, the long skirt with the blouse and jacket."

"You look totally lovely. We must do casualwear next visit."

"Tell him he can flirt all he wants since he's too far away to get into any trouble."

She saw his face reappear, taking hold of her phone by the look of it and pointing it at himself. "For you, lovely girl, I would be on airplane in ten minute to your city by zee bay."

"He's a charmer, Markéta, a real silver tongue."

"Yes, well," she wrested back control, "he believes the more women he flatters the higher probability he will get laid."

"He's cute, any chance he'll get laid tonight?"

"Hmmm... If I am hungry enough, he might be good for a snack."

The volume suddenly diminished markedly as Markéta entered what must have been the ladies bathroom in the club. "Listen, the reason I called, other than to see you, was that my friend said your pearls were lovely and he thought he recognized the ruby. He's a famous jeweler, even makes things for the President, and he was very impressed and would like to know who made the necklace for your man." Markéta was mature enough to know that she should not refer to him as her master more than once a day, unless in the proper context. It might make Mei Chun feel self-conscious or that she was making sport of her.

"Oh, you know I haven't taken it off since he gave it to me, unless it's to put on the other collar. I'll ask him if you'd like but he might not want to tell me."

"I would email him, of course, but it might not be appropriate. You be the judge."

"I will."

"Ok... I must be going. I can't leave Václav alone in a place like this."

"I envy him and I envy you too."

"Un petit bisous!" she said and made a kiss to sign off.

Mei returned to work, got a text from Karla saying how she looked forward to this evening and one from Philip telling her the same but to go light with Karla this evening as he had something of a treat for her.

At three she saw Dr. K leave for the weekend and took a moment to follow him out into the hall. "Are you going to see your son?"

"Yes, Mei Chun, and thank you for your kindness in my office. I'll be spending the weekend with him and his family."

"Is he strong like you?"

"My boy is a better man than I. Stronger, more brave, he's a better father too."

"You know," the chime for the elevator rang, "It takes a pretty great father to say that." He stepped through the door and turned. "Tell him we are pulling for him, and for you Dr. K."

"Thank you Mei, have a good weekend."

She noticed he used the familiar form, 'Mei,' but didn't correct him. She liked hearing him call her that anyway. As she returned she thought that he seemed really out of it, not the companionable, friendly man who'd warmed a room with his smile just a few days ago. He seemed to be deflating, surrendering to old age and heart ache.

##########

Ai took a sip of tea and reread the last line she'd written; "I think, when I listen with the right ears, I can hear the universe talking to me," and pressed enter on her keyboard. She was half an hour into a texting session with a friend who'd gone to college on the East coast.

"What's it saying?" her friend responded. 

"That I've met a great guy."

"Again?"

"The others were nothing. This one's so dreamy."

"Dreamy? You sound like you're 14!"

"Whatever! He is. He's the kind that show up in your dreams. You should see his eyes."

"Sex?"

Ai hadn't told a soul that she'd been gratifying men's sexual needs in exchange for money and wasn't about to tell her how she had met Philip. So she equivocated. 

"No."

That may seem unequivocal, but for Ai it wasn't. She felt she hadn't really had sex with him even though she swallowed quite a prodigious load of some rather tasty semen. Sex with him was going to be so much more, so, in comparison to what she expected would come what they had done really didn't qualify. 




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 11



"Married? Girlfriend?" her friend wrote. 

"Girlfriend, dammit, but I think he said that's ok."

"And you believed him!?"

Ai was alone in her off campus apartment; her roommate at home for the summer. She had low key jazz streaming on her laptop

"Yes. He wouldn't lie to me."

"You are so naive! Really, Ai, you are so much like a child sometimes. Don't get yourself hurt."

Ai faced this accusation all the time, sympathetic incredulity was one way that people reacted to her. She couldn't very well tell her that she knew best, that she had a nearly perfect record when it came to judging the character of those around her. So she just wrote back, "I'll be careful."

Petra was a really sweet girl that Ai hadn't fooled around with hardly at all in school. Like a lot of girls in their school, Ai was bisexual but was resolute in her love of the penis. For her, sex with girls was good fun, a nice change of pace and a way to pal around on a different level, no more than that. She flirted with Petra back in high school but nothing had ever come of it.

As a prostitute, however, bisexuality was a part of her job description that she played up on her escort website. Guys liked it, girls liked it and threeways were a lot of fun.

She changed the subject and soon they were ending their conversation. 

"Night!" Ai typed.

"So what's 'Dreamy's name?"

"Philip! Philip! Philip!"

"Lol... Say hello to 'Philip! Philip! Philip!' For me and tell him I'll club him to death if he hurts you!"

"Goodnight, Petra!"

"Night, Ai!"

"Thanks for caring!"

"XOXOXO!"

Ai liked people and she reflected on Petra on her way to get the vibrator from her nightstand. She would have enjoyed sex with her but the chubby, sweet Petra made it clear that she wasn't ready for it. 'Someday, maybe... it would be so nice to cuddle with her.' 

She had a little waterproof Lelo g-spot model that she loved and took it to the bathroom and drew a bubble bath. She lit some candles and folded a towel to set behind her head. On her iPhone she started her 'romance' playlist and the old Sade number filled the small space. 

Ai loved to masturbate. She wallowed in the joy of sex in all its aspects, she wouldn't have chosen it as her part time job if she hadn't been something of a nympho. She thought of sex, as she did most things, with a mix of practicality and philosophy. Sex was enjoyable, that was sufficient justification from the practical standpoint. Philosophically she took the position that since childbirth and rearing required such an astounding commitment, especially for the female, nature had developed its most alluring inducement to encourage the act of procreation. It was just her good fortune to be born into an era where birth control was convenient and technology made possible little orgasm rockets like the Gigi that was buzzing in her hand.

She also saw love as the ultimate human reward. She believed in God, knew him to be absolute love and for her, loving her family and, someday, her husband and children would be how she worshipped. She'd felt love for a man before, or considered it love, but had come away disillusioned if not bitter. 

She knew this guy Philip was different. She didn't love him yet, she wasn't a fool, yet she felt that the universe wouldn't have kindled this smoldering desire, this burgeoning preoccupation within her if it weren't for some purpose. 

He would call for her again or they would meet soon, maybe at the supermarket or in a car accident. That was the way the universe worked. It didn't speak to you, tell you it had found the perfect guy and then and then fail to follow through. 

She slid under the bubbles, turned 'Gigi' on her medium setting and placed the smooth, flattened head against her vulva. 'Mmm, love the way this thing hums.'

She let her fantasy bloom as she ran the rose colored pad along her outer lips and over her long clitoral hood. 'He's going to call. We're going to talk about nothing for an hour. He'll be watching TV and eating popcorn. I'll tell him I'm doing my nails and make him guess what color. He'll be confident and calm without that nervousness boys my age get."

The song changed on her phone and she played the vibrator over the entrance to her vagina and along its lips. She felt how the tip slid differently along the flesh of her inner labia due to the slick lubrication issuing from her body. 

'He'll make references to my visit, saying how hot he got watching me come again and again. I'll hear his voice deepen and know he's not paying attention to the TV any longer.'

She kicked the vibe up a couple of notches and circled the gently curved, flattened head over her clit a few times before returning it lower. 

'I'll let him know how much I enjoyed it and tell him that just thinking about it arouses me. He'll ask me what I'm wearing and I'll tell him that I'm in a towel.'

There were settings on the Gigi that throbbed the vibration in several different pattern. Her favorite was what she thought of as the 'Tsunami' setting. It started very low and slow, then quickly built to maximum strength and speed and repeated the pattern. She was in a Tsunami mood tonight. 

'He'll tell me to take off the towel, and I will. He'll tell me to lay on my bed.'

She slid the Gigi into herself. 'Oh... so worth the money!', She found her g-spot. It sat perfectly in her pussy, like a team of doctors had designed it with a suite of 3D CAD renderings of her cunt. The gently curving tip nestled at just the right spot to tickle her clit from the back side. 

She let Philip speak:

"Comfortable on your bed?"

"Um'Yeah."

"I'm going to make love to you with my words, Ai. I want you to listen and allow them to caress you as I would if I were with you. I'm not going to come..."

"Oh please, Philip, you must."

"...no. This is for you. Have you got a favorite toy?" 

"Yes, I'm using it now."

"Good. I'm going to tell you what is going to happen."

"Yeah?"

"You are to have the most outrageous orgasm of your life. You're going to picture me on top of you, pressing my weight on your hips and grinding our pubic bones together with me deep inside you."

"Mmm."

"I'm going to hold you, wrap my arms around you and stare into your eyes while I thrust. I'm going to watch as you build and build. I'm going to tease your lips with my tongue and tell you how beautiful you are."

This was a good fantasy. The words she was putting into his mouth were, of course, just the kind of thing that got her going. 

"I'm going to steal your heart and keep it in my pocket."

"It'll get your shirt all messy."

In her fantasy Philip had a robust and charming laugh. "You're fun, Ai."

"Thanks, that's even better than telling me I have a pretty pussy."

"Oh but you have that too. I have your website open on my iPad. That photo of you splayed out on your bed, your ass on the pillow and your hair draped over the side."

"You like that one?"

"It makes my cock as hard as... as hard as... as-"

"Diamond?"

"No."

"Steel?"

"No, too cliché."

"As hard as feldspar?"

He laughed at her cleverness and charm. 

"Is that hard?"

"Are you?"

"Fucking hard. Nail driving hard."

"Then how about sapphire? It's just aluminum oxide but it's, like, a nine on the harness scale."

At this point Ai stopped the gentle twisting of the vibrator and wondered why the fuck she let her mind drift like this while masturbating. Then again, she liked to make it as realistic as possible and this was just the kind of conversation she would really have with him. 

"Do you know what you do to me, Philip?"

"What do I do to you?"

"You make me burn for you. Like a bad rash, always needing a scratch."

"Should I speak in innuendo, Ai, and tell you how I want to scratch that itch or just tell you how bad I want to fuck you?"

When Ai wanted a really special orgasm she would attack the problem from both ends at once. She would put in one of her three vibrators designed for g-spot stimulation and then get an external model to rub against her clit. She had read that the g-spot was somehow connected to the clit and wasn't going to challenge that view. However things were wired down there she knew this double attack brought her the most powerful climaxes she ever experienced. 

"Tell me you wanna fuck me! Just get your dick out and fuck me," she said in her fantasy and reached for her JimmyJane.

Ai bought the best sex toys money could buy and the delightful JimmyJane Form 2 was exactly what she needed now. It looked like the stylized head of a Japanese cartoon rabbit with long stiff ears. Encased in each ear was an independent vibrating motor and the waves of vibration the thing could produce was astounding. It was like stereo for her clit, and it was waterproof too. 

'Throb. Throb. Throb.' The pulsing from one ear then the other battered her clit as she lay it along her mound, the ears either side of her clitoral hood. 'Vrrrumm. Vrrrumm. Vrrrumm,' rumbled the Lelo inside her. The twin shaking stirred her whole pussy, inside and out, turning her labia and vagina into a molten cauldron of liquid lust. 

She transported Philip to her bedside dispensing with the phone sex aspect of her fantasy. She needed him close. Needed him to take responsibility for the welling orgasm that was looming ever closer. 

"Come down onto me," she told him, "let me feel your weight."

He, naked and muscular, pressed himself onto her belly. His hands pushed down upon her shoulders. She felt his chest hair between her breasts. "This is how I scratch your itch," he said as his cock entered her.

She thought she could smell him, feel his short hair between her fingers as she pulled him down for a kiss.

She hadn't recalled just how long she's been in the bath, maybe three minutes, maybe five. She did know that it was way too early to come. The micro-quakes that gripped the vibrator and made her hands grow weak were an adumbration of one huge fucking orgasm that hovered over her like the foamy cusp of a tidal wave. But it was over her now, the curling edge of a wave so huge as to blot out the proverbial sun. It cast shadows she felt in her core.

"Philip! Jesus! Yes... do..."

"You're so... simply lovely, Ai! You... God. So fucking... so mine baby!"

"Oh, come... Now, Philip! Come with me!"

"Ai!"

"Squirt inside me!"

The attack on her clit reached overwhelming force. The 'Throb. Throb. Throb' without mingled with the 'Vrrrumm. Vrrrumm. Vrrrumm,' within and the resulting, 'Throb, Vrrrumm, Throb, Vrrrumm,' threw her into such a catalepsy of contractions and jerks that water splashed from the tub, putting out a candle and wetting her face.

"Shit!" she screamed "Jesus, Philip!"

Ai had had thousands of orgasms since discovering that her pussy could be made to yield the delightful pearls of pure ecstasy. She's had all kinds and even catalogued them into various varieties. However, she could not remember having one quite like this before. 

As the twin toys clattered against the bottom of the tub and she lay staring at the flame of an unextinguished candle, she marveled. "What the fuck was that?" she spoke to the flame. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" (Ai never cursed.) "My god."

She lay in the tub for minutes replaying the orgasm again and again, reviewing it for clues to it's unexpected intensity. Then she spoke to the universe. "This has to mean something. You're telling me something and it's got me freaked out. Is he really all that? Are you telling me he is really all that?"

She continued to query creation itself as she wearily climbed out of the tub, dried herself and shuffled off to bed. She closed her eyes on the day and felt sleep arrive to embrace her she thought of his eyes and surrendered to a dreamy sleep.

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Eight o'clock came and Mei was beat from the thirty minutes of Zumba and a sprint through some machines, Eric having pushed her to reach her last reps. She was ready for a massage and realized that Karla hadn't given her one yet.

They greeted in a friendly enough way but with a bit of intentional reserve. It was natural enough, perfectly appropriate for the situation, but Karla was naked on the table when Mei entered the massage room.

"The next hour is all about you, Mei Chun." They kissed and Carla hopped up and patted the table. "Lay down and I'm going to give you a great massage, my best ever, and lick your pussy a few times before I'm done."

"Sounds fantastic. I need a massage."

Karla got up, had Mei lay on her chest, head through the support and put a cushion under her ankles. "Good? Comfortable?"

"I'm in heaven already."

Karla began with light touches, barely making contact with her skin. She started with her neck, over her shoulder blades and down her back. Rather than strokes these touches were randomized so that her fingers made a dance across her skin. Mei shivered with the tickling, her muscles shuddering like a horse's flesh shooing a fly. "Like this?" Karla asked. "I love a back tickle," purred Mei. 

"So what's new?"

Mei told her of last night at the center and of her conversation with Markéta, whom she introduced as 'a Czech friend.' Then she went quiet for a bit as the massage started in earnest. 

Karla said, "Tell him yet?" as she dug into the shoulders.

"I gave him hints that I've been seeing a woman. And then I let him fuck it out of me."

"Wow..."

"Yeah, it was amazing, all spanking and tears and nipple clamps."

"You're one kinky little bitch aren't you? How did he react when you finally told him?"

"He got extremely turned on. I was sucking his cock at the time," she lied. 

"Oh. Good."

"I didn't tell him it was you, but I did say it was a beautiful girl with red hair. Want me to set up a get together? A little party for the three of us?"

"I'm not sure. I mean I do have a boyfriend."

"You know," Mei said, "once I tell him it's you, and I have to soon, he may forbid me to see you if he doesn't know you. Anyway it'll be the best thing, having him in my ass while you lick my pussy. You do want to see me right?"

"Of course," she stroked her ass with a loving caress. "It's just that..."

"How would your boyfriend like the both of us together?"

"He'd have a stroke for sure, but you couldn't, right?"

"Probably not, but thinking about it turns me on."

Karla was at her lower back now but couldn't resist a stroke of her labia between her butt cheeks. Mei responded with another purr. 

"I give everything to Philip and when he ties me up I feel so treasured, so secure. It's like being held and smothered. It's very nurturing in one way and at the same time like being dressed up. Kind of like a present that he's wrapping for himself."

Karla didn't understand but contemplated as she felt the folds of Mei's pussy with her fingertips. If meeting this guy would mean she could keep seeing her then she'd do it. Maybe she could get Mei to join her with her boyfriend. Maybe they could arrange an exchange; Mei at her place with Tim and she at Mei's with Philip. It seemed like a winning arrangement for everyone, but guys got jealous and her 'master' didn't sound like the kind that would share, at least not with another guy. 

"Are you ready for your first?" Karla asked.

"Sure, a nice slow one while you whisper in my ear."

A moment later she felt her hips being pulled up and she lifted as Karla slid the firm roll from her ankles to under her hips. With her ass up, Karla slid one well-oiled finger, then another inside of her. It was a lovely sensation that made her heart race. 

"Mei, I love your pussy. My fingers fit you so well."

Mei hummed in reply. 

"You're so... I don't know... so perfect. Like, everything about you, Mei. I can call you Mei with my fingers in here right?"

"Yep, all day long."

"I just love how perky you are, so happy and ready to smile." She returned to the light touches on Mei's back as her fingers massaged her insides. "I wish we could go away for a weekend, somewhere nice, like a resort in the mountains, just us girls, and leave the boys behind to miss us."

"Or a secluded beach in Hawaii. I look pretty good in a bikini," Mei said. 

"Hell, I can't make it to Pismo Beach on what I make."

"Yeah, my job keeps me poor too."

"I've seen those clothes, honey, and that necklace could pay for a month in a five star resort."

"Maybe we could go to Vegas if Philip came too."

"Stop thinking of him for a moment." She sounded vexed, "at least while my fingers are inside you."

"Oh, sorry."

"I mean, I know he's the best thing ever but please."

"Ok, sorry."

"How's this?" She'd turned her hand and was stroking the back wall of her vagina. 

"Humm, frontways is better but it still feels fantastic."

Mei was raising her hips with each push, not much but perceptibly. Karla went quiet, letting her concentrate on the sensations. 

Seeing her like this, pretty little ass up, head down in the horseshoe shaped head rest, hearing her vocalize her pleasure, was utterly erotic for Karla. The feel of her fingers tight inside her, hugged by Mei's pink flesh made her own pussy tingle, that familiar sensation which meant she was getting wet. She quickened her pace a bit and it made a difference. Mei's return pushing became more determined. 

Karla had never licked an ass before, too disgusted by the prospect, but Mei's little starfish just seemed to be calling her. 'Lick me,' it beckoned, 'Come on, I won't bite.' 'What the hell,' she figured, 'couldn't be that bad and Mei liked it. It's kinda cute.' She leaned in, her free hand pulling wide her already spread cheeks, and placed her tongue on the hole. 

Mei, caught off guard, jerked at the touch and said, "Karla, ahh. That's great. Wow."

"What's it feel like?"

"Like silk, warm and wet. Let me try it on you."

"Later." She returned to licking, thought, 'Hmm, no taste and so delicate.' Having tested the waters, finding there were no alligators, she jumped in and began tonging her with a bit of gusto, pointing and pushing in. 'So headspiningly strange but intimate.' 

"Oh fuck," Mei said, "Don't stop!"

Karla found it difficult to keep a steady rhythm with her fingers while her tongue was up Mei's ass. It was Mei's reaction that propelled her forward. She wanted so much to return what Mei had given her on Wednesday. 

"Suck it for me, Karla." Mei was exploring, not having much anal experience outside of Philip's fingers, his cock and that string of balls he used. Sucking sounded good.

Karla pulled her tongue out, returned focus to her fingers and contemplated how to suck an ass. 'Was it like a kiss? A French kiss or... what?' She figured she'd just put her lips back and... well, suck. 

Mei felt a coolness as Karla's spit evaporated with the suction, felt her tongue's tip flick over her hole and knew that another minute of this and she'd come for sure. "Ahh, that's it, oh god, keep doing ... just - like - that."

A thrill raced through Karla, knowing she was bringing Mei off. She felt the intermittent squeezes on her fingers, now turned downward, pressing behind her bladder, hoping to give her that out of your mind g-spot orgasm. She felt Mei's asshole contract around her tongue as her orgasm took shape. She alternated pressing her tongue in for a few seconds with sucking and flicks across her hole. 

Mei was breathing like she was getting ready to blow up a balloon. One hand was holding an ass cheek open for Karla and the other was gripping a breast. It was the light quick tongue flicks that were going to do it, and/or the pressing inside her that made her want to pee. It was like a race to see which would trigger the orgasm, and in the end it was a tie. She came and squeezed every muscle, forcing Karla to extend her tongue to keep in contact with her hole, her fingers now scissoring inside her, thumping on that spot like mallets sotto voce on a tympani. A long low groan signaled her orgasm's arrival, as if her rigid body, spasming cunt quaking on Karla's fingers and tightly clinched butt cheeks weren't enough. 




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 11



Karla loved it. It made her feel so good, oddly more feminine than even sex with Tim. She understood now that there was no experience Mei could offer her that she would deny. If she wanted a threesome with master then she'd do it. Shit, she'd lick his asshole too, if Mei just smiled and asked her to. If Mei would tie her up and drip hot wax on her she'd love it. Anything just to keep being with her like this. 

Mei turned over, gathered Karla into her arms and pulled her on top of her. "God it was fantastic. You've got to let me try that on you."

"No, baby, tonight is about you."

"No way. I've got to feel your pussy grinding into my face, my nose, my lips. Get up here and get me wet." She pulled on her and Karla complied, shuffling forward as Mei slid down. 

Mei smelled her pussy as it approached, still unaccustomed to the somewhat sharp musk sent of a woman. She looked up past her lovely tits and into her eyes and pulled down on her hips. "Grind it in, baby, make your dirty slut earn her perverted love for you."

"Oh, Mei!" Jesus, she loved this woman. She didn't know how but Mei had thrown some switch in her that must have been about to trip anyway. She'd heard of the sudden onset of love and this must have been it. She was beyond infatuation. Thoughts of Mei possessed her like the ringing in the ears you get with a bad head cold, always there and when you think about it, that maybe it's gone, you realize it has been there all along. It was only a few days but Mei fulfilled a fantasy so long held and in such a perfect way that it was like the tumblers in a lock all lining up, making the turn of the key effortless. 

Mei felt the ooze of juices coat her chin as Karla' pussy lips spread to either side. "Grind your cunt on me," she said again, "Fuck my mouth."

Goddamn that was hot and Karla pushed her weight on Mei's face and began to circle her, feeling Mei's small hands grab her hips and pull down hardener. 

Karla was so turned on at this point she wouldn't last long. Looking down, seeing those hot almond eyes staring up at her, seeing her clit rub the tip of Mei's nose was causing her to shiver in pre-orgasm quakes. She felt Mei's tongue at her hole, then her lips, then her hole again. She heard what sounded like 'fuck me.' Then more clearly. Mei was saying 'fuck me' and she quivered again. Goddamn this girl was so sexually powerful, it took the breath right out of her. 

"Stick your finger up my ass, Mei," she heard herself say and a moment later she felt it enter. She never like this before Monday. Now getting it from Mei this instant was imperative. The feeling of invasion was uncomfortable but Mei Chun was changing everything about what Karla thought of herself. So the wiggling finger pumping into her, the discomfort contrasting with the pleasure of her mouth on her vulva was about the split her mind in half.

Mei seemed to want a second finger in and the idea that she wanted to own her ass caused her to take a leap forward towards the on-rushing orgasm. She put her hands on the table and humped and fucked Mei's face with a hurried intensity that alarmed her, but had already taken over her motor neurons. She was on the homestretch. 

Mei was screaming, mouth full of Karla's wet cunt. She was loving it, thinking how good it was to be dominated by a woman like this. The only thing better would to be tied down, the wand at her pussy and a nipple clamp or two. She slid half of another finger in her ass and pumped as rapidly as she could and Karla came in a series of grunts, "Mei, Mei, Mei. I'm... Oh holy shiiiii."

Mei kept up the pressure with the hand at her hip, pulling Karla into her mouth and chin, exalting in the sensation of her slick pussy sliding over her face and the smell of her cunt. God it was spectacular. 

Karla wound down like a spring in a music box, spent and suddenly very tired. Rather than collapsing like she wanted, she dismounted from Mei's face, got off the table and restarted the massage with a minute-long kissing and licking of her face while stroking her hair with infinite tenderness. She felt such a connection with Mei. Such a closeness. Her heart seemed connected to hers and Mei's return of her kisses and words proved that she felt it to. The pain in her rectum told her how much Mei cared. They had such a future together, if only Mei were free of her master. But how to free her of a domination to which she had given herself willingly? She would have to meet this Philip to find out. To discover his secret and any weakness in his power over her. She had mentioned blackmail. Maybe that was the key. If she could free her then she would be hers.

There were ten minutes left in the massage and Karla spent it, after a cursory rubbing, making love to her pussy with her mouth. No insertion this time, just a loving slow sucking and a finish with Karla concentrating on her clit, yielding a gratifying shudder it two from Mei and those exquisite sounds of passionate release. 

Mei stood, weak on her feet. They kissed as Karla dressed and Mei watched as she sauntered out the door.

She changed and as she was leaving she found Kenisha with Karla again and received a strange haughty look from the black woman and a perfunctory goodbye from Karla. She expected Karla to be plastic but what was up with the other girl?

She shrugged it off as she got into the taxi to Philip's place. Mei was becoming the kind of girl to look forward and not back. 

##########

Kenisha waited until Mei had left to enter the massage room with the pretext of restocking towels and retrieved her phone with an evil grin. She had given the little Asian tart a look as she left and then went to the bathroom to listen. Twenty-five minutes later, having emailed herself the file, she returned to the salon. 

"Where did you run off to!?" Karla asked in jest. Even though she was the manager they were friends and much more like pals than otherwise. Underlying the question, however, was a nervousness she tried hard not to reveal. 

Kenisha put her phone on the counter and pressed play. Karla heard her own excited voice say, "Lay down and I'm going to give you a great massage, my best ever, and lick your pussy a few times before I'm done." It was clearly and irrefutably her own voice. She reflexively reached for the phone but it was snatched up quickly and put in Kenisha's pocket. 

"So what?" she tried to be blasé but couldn't manage it. 

"So you'll be fired," Kenisha shot back and looked at her in disgust. "Does Randy know that you're having sex with members on the clock?"

"So what do you want?" She was in shock, not so much at having been discovered, more at Kenisha doing this to her.

"I want everything," said her new master.



From Jenny to Mei Ch. 12



Thanks to KD for the fantastic help with editing and suggestions!

Please start with Chapter 1.

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At the loft, Philip was exceedingly anxious. Sending Mei back to her place, he now felt, had been a mistake. One or two days would have been ok but five was too risky. He was worried that she may have slid back into her old thinking, assumed some of her old habits; and then of course he missed her. He wouldn't do it again. Atop that concern was the new dynamic of this Karla woman and what might be happening emotionally. This kind of reprogramming had to have a single focus and allowing for an alternate outlet for her satisfaction might have unintended consequences. But what could he do? He couldn't account for all possibilities, he just needed principles to follow and get creative when new challenges arose. 

In fact, this Karla thing might be just right. If he could dominate her even more fully than Mei and set Mei above her in the hierarchy, get Mei to dominate her then perhaps it would allow her to leave Jenny even further behind. He would consider tomorrow when Mei was with the kids.

Blended with these thoughts was an excitement to get her on the machine. To see her bound, gagged and coming again and again really had him tightly wound. On top of it all was, unexpectedly, thoughts of Ai. Ever since the experience, which he found himself repeatedly reviewing, his inclination was to engage with her again. Perhaps not to repeat but to explore. He had allowed his imagination to embellish the meeting with significance that undoubtedly wasn't there. She was a pro after all, even if she hadn't been doing it long, and pros didn't seek a connection with clients, they ran from them. Except she'd told him her real name, and more unusual still, she'd told him where she went to school and offered to return off the clock. That had to mean something. 

The sound of Mei opening the downstairs door interrupted thoughts of Ai's lips being spread by his cock shaped dildo and of releasing deep into her mouth. A twinge of guilt curdled inside his stomach as he opened the last dead bolt and swung open the door. 

Mei Chun had just removed her blouse as she climbed to the top of the stairs. 

"Hey, baby," he said as she came up the last step, "Miss me?"

She took the final step, entering his embrace from below. "Missed you something awful," she said, and wet her lips for a kiss. 

Kissing Mei was a surrender of his own, succumbing to the emotional power she held was akin to sweetly drowning. He would have been very pleased to let her lead, to allow her to suffocate him in luxurious affection, but, alas, it wasn't time yet. She wasn't ready. When all this was done she was going to be so good. Yet for a moment, he basked in the overwhelming warmth and tenderness of her mouth, the feel of her body perfectly molded to his. 

"I've missed you... so much," she said between two short kisses that sucked on his lips. "Get these clothes off me and get me into my collar, master."

The way she said, 'master', so needful and honest, not like she was playing a game, thrilled him. It was an endearment, an acknowledgement of her servitude which made it so much more powerful. He stooped, gathered her knees under his forearm and carried her inside.

"Yes, yes, Philip, now, and later and in the middle of the night and in the morning too. Do anything to me that you want. Just make me yours, completely yours."

He carried her to the bedroom, her head nuzzled into his shoulder. She felt so wonderfully weak and small. 

"Tie me up, Philip. Let me give you my pain if that's what you want. Or bathe me and massage me and worship me or tell me to suck your cock for an hour and stick it up my ass. I want you to use me like your fuck doll or some cheap whore or be your princess, a virgin for you. I want all of that, Philip, so long as it's exactly what you want."

He gently laid her on the bed. Her eyes were wide, an almost frightened look on her face, mouth open. He made to take her skirt off but she wiggled out of it before he could. 

"I want simply to make love to you, Mei."

They were beautifully spoken words that satisfied her. It was what she wanted too, sweet loving caresses to touch her soul and for her body to satisfy his. 

"Leave the hose on," he said and she liked the idea. 

"Where's my collar?" she asked and he got it for her. 

What followed was forty-five minutes of exquisitely gentle and passionate love, surrounded by the music of their moans and breathing. Few words were needed but 'love' was uttered frequently. 

They ended in a spooning orgasm, the slow burning of which was like a torch welding them together. 

After they cooled a bit, the aura dissipated, she rolled over and methodically kissed every inch of his body. She spoke to him through and between soft applications of her lips. 

"You're so powerful, so much a man, so unafraid. I feel your love for me and it breaks my heart, Philip. I feel so unworthy of you when I'm away but I'm so happy satisfying you. So redeemed and complete."

He lay quietly, letting her stroke him with her words. Contentment suffused him, nothing could improve the moment. Then he thought about Ai and having her lips against his skin too but realized that the two would clash. Not that they would fight, necessarily, but that Ai wouldn't match Mei's level of devotion and the contrast might be an unharmonious one. Could he make Ai love him the way Mei did? And what about this Karla? Could she be his too?

Having worked down his chest and stomach, she put his soft penis in her mouth, more to worship it than to get him ready for another round right away. It felt great flaccid like this, just fitting in all the way and spongy like a big gummy worm. A bit of flavor from deep within her was dried upon its surface, making her think of Karla. She wanted to tell him about it so she let him fall, half erect, from her mouth.

"How do you feel about me and Karla at the gym?" she asked, sucking one testicle into her mouth. It really did concern her. 

"Like I said, I'm very interested in your pleasure."

She pulled until her lips lost suction on his ball and it made a wet 'pop' as it fell free. "No jealousy?" She went for the other one. 

"Yes, of course. I told you, but if I can't hurt for your pleasure than what kind of commitment would it be?"

It made her pleasure at sucking his testicle so much more intense. She was proud of the sacrifice of her freedom to him, knowing it was perhaps her most intimate gift. She'd been such a selfish bitch for so many years that this sudden indulgence in giving made her giddy. 

"She's ready to meet you."

"Hooked on you already?"

"Yeah. I don't mean to brag but she loves my body and I think she's falling for me."

"Does it make you feel deceitful? Like you are tricking her?"

"Well it would if I felt like I was just trying to lure her here but I like her and I know she's going to fall for you too."

"Do you see her as a plaything for both of us?" His cock was back in her mouth and she took her time to respond. 

She freed her mouth, "Um. No, not really." She gave it a long, flat tongued lick, "More like a partner in pleasing you."

"Junior partner."

"Hmm I didn't think about that. Yeah I guess, certainly not senior partner." She engulfed him again. 

"Humans always form hierarchies. Think about it a bit. Perhaps you'd like to occasionally dominate her?"

"Hey, I'm concentrating here," she said playfully and returned her mouth to the slow sucking. 

Philip began a monologue. "Perhaps I should meet her somewhere first? Have a talk with her. Explain things." Mei didn't think that was a good idea but kept whirling her tongue around the head of his cock. "Maybe have you bring her over after a late dinner the night before her day off. Tell her you think I'm gone or something. 

Mei liked this plan and nodded her head, eyes on his. 

"Then, I'll come home and if she submits and I like her then she can keep seeing you and maybe I'll reward her in other ways. Maybe a day spa for you two outside of Tahoe or something."

She was pulling his cock with her lips pressed as firmly to him as possible. With him as far back in her mouth as she could manage, she squeezed and raised her head, wiggled her tongue and let him pop out of her mouth. He was nice and firm now and she'd love to hop on but submission was about availability and not her own satisfaction. 

"When are her days off?"

Patiently she repeated the action, let him pop out of her mouth, and said, "Sunday and Monday."

"But didn't you meet her Monday?"

"She was filling in. Want to come in my mouth?" She stuck out her tongue, laid his cock on it, surrounded it with her lips, and looked at him as she descended and filled herself with him. She paused at the bottom, relishing the feeling. 

"Ah.. Hmm." He considered but he had dinner on the warm and lots more planned. "Not now Mei, but thanks. Let's have dinner."

"But I'm so content with you in my mouth like this. Really," she said brightly, "I just love it."

He had grilled a trout and made some ratatouille and asparagus though they really didn't go together. For the starch he pulled out some fluffy cornbread he had waiting in the oven. 

They ate at the dinner table for the first time, a bit of a fruity Alsatian wine he liked rounding things off nicely.

They settled on the couch together, had coffee and spoke of the week gone by. She told him of last night at the center, the connection she felt she made with Jerome, the scar on his head and how she was going to sing to him every chance she could. They spoke of Sarah and what seemed like her growing jealousy. After twenty minutes or so, she said, "Can I please suck you some more? It just makes me feel so warm with it in my mouth."

He didn't think he'd ever get tired of her asking that and figured it might get her warmed up a bit. "Sure," he said, "But I want you to tell me about your time with Karla, all the details."

"Sure..."

"I want to know, especially, how it made you feel."

"Ok." She slid off the couch and onto the floor, her feet under the coffee table, her ass resting on its wooden side.

"Remember, I have something special for you tonight. Do you feel tired?"

She was undoing his belt and looked at him. "Something special? Like hot wax or some new toy?"

"Something like that." She lifted his hips and pushed his jeans down a bit. She touched him, brought her head close and blew on him.

"I'm not really tired, even though I only had, like, four hours of sleep and you know I'll like anything you have planned. Now let me make you come this time, please, master."

"No, not now, honey. I'll give you my cum later. Start talking."

"Hmm," she licked, "How to describe it?" then enveloped him again.

"How does it feel to be wanted by another woman, that first time when you knew she wanted you?" he asked.

"It was uncomfortable at first, (lick), like strange and forbidden, (lick and slurp), or wrong. But when she started caressing my pubic hair, (lick), it was so, well, right on some level." She figured that while he was asking questions she'd be free to fill her mouth with him. 

"You fantasized with that Japanese girl, right?"

"Umm not really. It was the excitement of something new I guess, something with a stranger, like girls at a slumber party or something. Not real."

"If she were here what would you do?"

She answered from around his cock, "uck er." A straight forward enough answer.

"So you really like girls now?"

She took him out, sat back on her haunches, still holding his cock absentmindedly, turned her head to the side a bit, "Yeah, like, you wouldn't have thought it was possible, right, but I love it. I can't wait for Karla to come over so I can show you how well I lick her pussy. It's like the best thing ever. I know why guys like it so much." She leaned back in and took his cock in her mouth, then immediately back out, as though she'd forgotten something. "Next to this, of course. No substitute for a great cock like this."

He patiently waited for her to continue as she stroked him with her mouth a few more times. With a hum, she parted from her toy again and said, "So, she really seduced me, you know. She started by complementing my pussy, just a, 'nice lips' or something and she said she was doing it to distract me from the pain but it was pretty clear later that she was coming on to me. I didn't realize it at the time. But she did take an awfully long time and inspected me for hairs for, like, ten minutes, moving my clit and lips aside searching, taking her time." She took another quick swallow to keep his dick wet. "Then she had me turn over and stick my ass up in the air and kind of ran her fingers around my asshole, and that started to get me going." She made a slight gargling sound as she pushed his cock to the back of her throat, then a cough as she brought it back out again. "I mean, in my defense, picture me on my elbows and knees getting fingered around there after she'd be prodding me and pushing my lips aside, telling me how pretty my pussy was. I think anyone would get turned on." A lick and quick suck of his head, then she continued, "So she turns me around and puts the wax on these strips alongside my pussy and presses on me and she says it's going to hurt. She already asked me about what we do and I told her about the pain and the clamps and all so she figured I'd be into it. And I said you're not distracting me this time and she said she had another way, and suddenly her fingers are in my pussy and, I was, like, just so wet. Then she pulled one of the strips off and I just came uncontrollably."

At this point she saw that Philip was rock hard and lost patience and started a blow job in earnest. With snippets of the story, in-between. "So she is fingering me... next thing I know I'm fingering her... tasting her pussy, which is fabulous, by the way... and I'm coming like crazy... and I really wish I had asked you first."

"Slow down honey, I told you I don't want to come." He had to remind her. "Stand up."

Without thinking, Mei stopped sucking and stood before him.

"Put your leg..." he tapped the couch next to his knee and she did. He put his fingers on her hips and with this thumb spread apart her labia, noticing the sheen of wetness. With his right index finger he felt her, gauging her arousal. "You're incredibly wet honey. Just thinking about her gets you this hot?"

"Don't forget I've been sucking your cock, ok? That has a powerful effect on me."

"Right. I think you're ready. You need your sleep so we should get started." He got up, buckled his pants, said, "But first, stay here for a second." He moved over to his desk and brought back a piece of paper and a pen. She sat down and took it. "Read this."

It said:

I, Huang, Mei Chun (me/my/I), do freely enter and partake in a relationship with Philip Conners (he/him/his) in which I am the recipient of acts and situations that involve coercion, deprivation, humiliation and elements of a sadomasochistic nature. These elements include, but are not necessarily limited to: binding of the limbs by leather, rope or other restraint, striking of the flesh with instruments or hands, gagging, electric shock, vaginal, oral and/or anal penetration with body parts or man-made implements.

I will freely and without mental reservation follow all directives, instructions, or commands, regardless of the manner in which received, given by him. I understand that the consequences of my refusing to comply with the aforementioned directives, instructions or commands or of not adequately anticipating or otherwise satisfying his needs, spoken or unspoken, may include but are not necessarily limited to the divulging of what has been heretofore considered private information to persons public and/or private. I hereby authorize such divulgence in the full awareness that its manner and extent are left solely to his discretion.

I understand, as does he, that I may choose to end this relationship at any time without his prior consent, but that such termination shall constitute my relinquishing certain data of a heretofore private nature which shall remain his property to do with as he deems appropriate.

For his part, he will provide mental and physical comforts as appropriate given the limits of his personal financial resources, as well as financial resources adequate for my needs and comfort in the form of cash, credit instruments, depository accounts or personal items of jewelry, and/or clothing, memberships in health or other clubs and other resources. The total cash value of such resources shall not be less than fifty thousand dollars during the Term of this agreement. Financial resources become my personal property and are to be forfeit from his possession, if in his possession at the time this agreement is nullified, including financial resources not yet allocated for the purposes of my comfort.

No part of such financial resources expended on my comfort is in any way to be considered a quid pro quo for any act or action of any kind.

The Term of this agreement and corresponding consent is six months from the date set forth herein.

Our mutual understanding is attested to by our signatures.

Huang, Mei Chun

Philip Conners

Mei read it through a second time as Philip got a bourbon and made her a Sea Breeze. Stripped of the legal phrasing it meant he could continue to blackmail her as he had been, fuck her as he pleased and continue to shower her with gifts, which was fine and dandy.

"You know it's not legally binding," he said, returning and handing her the drink. 

"It's so sweet, Philip. Can I frame it when we're done?"

"Sure, I already bought a frame for it, over there."

"You forgot the auto-renewing clause," she said as she took pen in hand.

"Sit, please," she said, and he took a seat on the couch. She leant over the coffee table, giving him a perfect view of her clean waxed lips, turned to wink at him and signed the paper with the addition, 'This agreement auto-renews after the term expires until canceled by either party,' and underlined it with a dramatic flourish. "Now please take off your pants," she said and he stood and did so. "I want your cock in my mouth while you sign." It was rather awkward signing in such a manner but it had symbolic significance.

She blew on the ink, unnecessary but, again, symbolic, and placed it in the frame he retrieved. They hung it above his workstation and kissed for a moment before he led her back to see her surprise.

"Oh, one more thing," he turned them back to the kitchen, "This came for you." 

He handed her a leather binder with an embossed American Express logo on it. Her heart raced. 'What is he doing?' she wondered. 'Is he giving me a credit card? And what kind of card comes in a leather binder?'

"You can get me in a lot of trouble with that thing," he said.

She looked at him but didn't see any trace of arrogance or expectation. It was like he was giving her keys to his apartment, no more.

She opened the binder and saw a letter on what looked like parchment held in place with tabs at the corners and on the other side a single black card. 

"What is this?"

"It's a credit card. An American Express card."

"Yeah, but it's black."

"Well... it's the most convenient one they make. I mean, it might not be accepted everywhere but if you want to rent a Lear jet to take you to Paris than this is the only one that will do."

She couldn't form words. She couldn't fucking breathe. The ideas didn't form in her head, they were just too big.

"It comes with a concierge, which is nice. I guess."

"What?" She genuinely didn't hear him. The blood was racing through her head with such force and volume her vision started pulsing with her heart beat.




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 12



"I said it comes with a concierge. Someone to do things like make reservations for you and get concert tickets or fly in a camel to a cocktail party for all I know."

"A camel?" she said moments before her knees buckled and she fell squat on the floor.

"Jesus, Mei!" he said, squatting beside her, relieved to see she hadn't bumped her head on the way down.

She sat, legs crossed on the floor, her drink splashed beside her. "A camel?" she said again, looking miles away, "Why would I want a camel?"

"Are you in shock honey?" he felt her head, not knowing how that could indicate shock but at a loss for anything else to do.

"Shock... shock?" she said, "Of course I'm in shock. Just who are you, Philip?"

He helped her up and to the couch, then tossed a kitchen towel over the pool of Sea Breeze on the floor. "Just exactly who are you?"

"I'm really no one honey. Just a guy who is in love with you and wants you to have whatever you want."

"But they don't make black cards."

"Yeah, well, it's called a Centurion card and apparently they do. I got an invitation awhile back and ignored it for the longest time. I mean, what would I do with a concierge? Anyway, when you came into my life I thought it would be convenient for you. I mean, maybe you and Karla want to go shopping or to a concert or something, and if I can't make it you should be able to go. I mean, I can't just give you a stack of hundreds and say 'go have fun'."

"Just how much money do you have, and don't give me any bullshit answer like, 'enough' or 'don't worry about it."

"Twenty-two million."

"Jesus, ok... maybe you should have just said 'enough.'"

"Want another drink?"

She took his and downed it. "So, Mr. Blackmailer, where did you get such a pile?"

"Well, remember how I told you my dad was a failed real-estate investor."

"Yeah?"

"Well, I lied. He was a fabulously successful real-estate investor."

"So you really are stinking rich?"

"Putrid."

He wasn't actually lying. He had twenty-two million, but that was the liquid assets, money he could turn to cash in thirty days. His father had owned a controlling interest in a real estate investment corporation that had regional properties in addition to its own local holdings. That trust is where the real money was. It owned at least part of several of San Francisco's most prestigious buildings including the landmark Transamerica pyramid, the Shell Building and the building that housed his favorite hotel, the Mandarin Oriental. When his father died he inherited the lot and while he decided not to sit on any boards, leaving that to his partners, he had the right to exert far more influence than he figured was wise or prudent. So in addition to the cash and financial instruments on hand, he held really staggering wealth if he ever decided to sell his stake in the trust.

"So... so why...?"

"Why don't I live like it?"

"Yeah, I mean, why no Bentley, valet, big house on Nob Hill? Jesus, twenty-two million..."

"Well, not my kind of thing I guess. Anyway, this place has special meaning to me. It was the first transaction my dad let me get involved in. I was a kid and I wanted to help him and one day he asked me what I thought a good place to buy was and I kinda just stuck my finger on a map. We came over here looking around, he was just humoring me, and I liked the look of the place. It was different back then, the area wasn't as run down and there was a hardware store here. I did research with some of his people for, like two months. It was kind of a class project, you know, teach the kid the fundamentals of dad's business. Anyway, the guy dad had me work with liked the property and thought it probably wouldn't loose money."

"So he bought it?"

"Yeah, well, it really was a good deal, he wouldn't have bought it if it weren't, not just to please me, anyway, he did, and he died and it's mine. It's actually worth a lot more than he paid for it."

"So you inherited all his money."

"Yeah, well that's the short of it. No brothers or sisters. His partners put up a fight but the will was straightforward and his lawyers made damn sure it all went according to his wishes and I got the whole lot just before I went in the slammer. I made a grand a day in jail just on the interest."

"Jesus Christ, Philip!" It was all she could say.

"Telling you this comes with strings, ok? You can never tell anyone about it. You can't tell Sarah or Karla or Carol, Judy or Samantha at work. I really mean this Mei. It would change my life if people knew I had that kind of money and I don't want my life to be changed like that. I don't really care what you buy, but I am trusting you with something more important than money, my privacy."

"Wow, did you really just say that?" She looked dreamily into his eyes, and nearly fainted again.

"What, about the privacy?"

"No, the 'I don't care what you buy' part."

"Keep it under a million, ok, I mean, not that you could in six months but just don't go crazy and buy diamonds and things. Let me do that, but get a car if you want. Try to keep it at a hundred thousand, at least at first."

"At first! Have you lost your mind? I couldn't spend a hundred thousand in a year."

"Yeah," he chuckled, "You don't know the power of that card."

"So if I buy a bunch of stuff, won't that blow your secret? I mean if I start driving around town in a BMW like Markéta has, people will start to ask questions."

"Tell them you won the lottery."

'Hmm,' she thought, 'yeah, I could do that.' "So why do you work?"

"You have to work, Mei, it's why I'm not an alcoholic or drug addict or something. I guess I don't need to for financial reasons but I need to in order to stay sane. Everyone does."

"So when you told me I could quit my job and do something else you weren't kidding."

"Nope, but you have to do something. And remember, I can take that away from you as a punishment, so it's got strings."

"So this was the surprise huh?"

"Oh no, I almost forgot, I made something for you." He got up and headed back toward the rear room. "You should pee first."

She did, wondering how he could top a black card for Christ's sake. Who the fuck had a black card? Saudi princes for one, Bill Gates probably. She could order a camel!

He was in the room standing before some rather large thing covered in a bed sheet, looking proud. "What is it?" she asked. He pulled off the sheet with a dramatic, "Ta da! It's a fuck machine!"

She thought of Samantha, her co-worker and her prediction as she gazed at it. "Wow," she said in a low voice.

"See, you sit here and grab these handles, they're like motorcycle grips that control the speed, and these two penetrate you from below." He was so thrilled to show it off to her and she immediately responded. "Wow, so I'll get fucked by both of those," she said, looking down at the business end of the device. "Can you tie me up in it?"

"Yeah, these are the straps. And I've got it controlled by this iMac and I've programed some routines that might require some fine tuning but should be pretty good."

"Oh Philip, I love it. You're all the fuck machine I need but this is so nice. God, I can't wait to try it out." There's no aphrodisiac like money, they say, and Mei was feeling it. She was really in the mood for some whipping, if only to give herself the feeling that she was worth the money but a good fuck by his machine while he jerked off would be fine too. It was what would make him happy, and at that moment, that was all she wanted.

"Show me how to use it."

"Well, sit here and... just throw this switch and turn the handles." The grips were Ai's idea but he wasn't going to tell her that yet.

"Can you lube me up a bit?"

He reached for the bottle. "No, not like that, with your tongue." He smiled, and without breaking eye contact, lowered himself slowly to his knees as her naked foot rose past his head to rest on the machine. She felt his warmth on her, the squiggling motion of his tongue surrounding and sucking her lips. She held his scalp through his hair and gently maneuvered him. It was fantastic. The contrast with Karla hours before only made her feel his masculinity more keenly. It was so fine to be worshiped like this, to feel his pleasure in sucking her.

"Oh god, this is too good to stop," she encouraged. "I'll come like this if you just don't stop."

"You'll come soon enough honey, and I want to see it happen. Oh, yeah," he turned her around and bent her forward to get at her ass, "Mind if I film it, honey?"

"No, please, I'd love to see it later."

He licked her ass with plenty of spit and a little insertion of his tip in to stretch the muscles a bit, then stood up. "You should be ready. Let me get the camera and lights on."

He moved over to the wall, brought out a nice looking camera on a tripod and turned on some lights with umbrella things that looked like the stuff pros used. "Ok, ready," he said a moment after bright lights hurt her eyes. After blinking a bit she mounted the machine and did the ankle straps.

"So I just," she gave the grips a slow turn, "Twist these?"

He walked around her, knelt down and threw the switch. "Make sure you start slow — and get them in first." She wiggled a bit to make sure the big one was spreading her thinner lips then pushed herself down on the one at her rear.

"Want me to get the anal one in first? You can just try the big one first if you want to add the other one in later."

"You're sweet, honey, but give me both."

He turned the hand crank to advance the anal dildo a quarter turn and watched her slide gingerly onto it. Good thing he got a small one.

"I did an enema at the gym hoping you'd fuck me there tonight. It was quite an achievement laying down in the shower without anyone walking in on me."

He stood, "You're the best, honey," as he kissed her, "You should be ready to go."

She gripped the handles and gave it a tentative turn a fraction and heard the motor start to hum. "Wish me luck," she said and felt the movement. "Oh."

He smiled.

"Oh my, that's... hmm"

"Like it?"

"Yeah, wait." She turned a bit more and it crawled through one revolution. "Oh... wow, good." Then, "Oh, wow, the anal one is... uh. Wow... so nice. I'm glad it's small, like thumb sized. I couldn't take two big ones at... Oh god," she interrupted herself as they both topped out simultaneously. 

"Yeah, you've got to be ready for those I guess. The right grip controls the anal one and the left the big one."

She gave the left one a bit more of a turn and it quite responsively sped up to about fifteen RPM. "Oh Jesus, Philip, it's great."

She continued the ride, nudging the grips forward, feeling her control and setting in. 

"God, every girl should have one of these." She saw him smile at her, a nice bulge in his jeans. "Can you take over?" she knew he wanted to. Then, with a demure smile said, "And strap me in a bit?"

Quick as a wink he wrapped her in the straps, tied her by the collar to the back rest and got out his iPhone. "I wrote a quick app to manage it. Nothing fancy but it works over Bluetooth to interface with the Mac and I can do most things with it."

"This dildo is great. A bit big but it really reaches inside me."

He told her about making it himself and the similarity to his own. 

"I thought it felt familiar."

Her hands were tied by her side, she felt so pampered giving him control like this. 

"This is an out of phase routine, with a twist." He touched a button and the machine slowed to a halt and started up again, the large dildo moving at 15 RPM, nice and slow and in each second revolution the anal dildo quickly thrust into her and back out. She made a long low grunt as her pussy got filled, then a short sharp cry as her ass was quickly stabbed.

"Faster?" he asked.

"Yes."

He slid the control and the numbers on the screen changed to 30 RPM. Like Ai had, Mei started undulating, like she was sitting on a surfboard in the swells past the breakers. Every second wave she pushed forward and then up and back riding the swell, letting it move her. 

She was looking at the ceiling mumbling something between her grunts. Philip moved closer, sat in front of her and looked at her. She was so pure like this, he thought, so totally enveloped in the sensations he was giving her through this proxy. 

He reached forward and pushed a breast flat against her chest, pinning her more firmly against the backrest. He looked down and saw the light tan of the cock entering her, reaching its full depth, pause and descend again, pause and repeat. He heard the smaller motor with its higher pitched hum engage and thrust quickly into her ass and each time she whined, eyes tightly shut.

In a husky, barely audible voice, she said, "It's fantastic," then closed her eyes again.

He placed the other hand on her mound, flicking her clit right and left in time with the thrusting, then leant forward and took a sweat bedewed nipple in his mouth. He considered the clamps and the hood he bought and the other thing for the mouth, but there would be lots of time for those. Now sucking on that spectacular breast and fiddling with her clit was just what he wanted. 

"Oh my god, Philip, can I come please?"

"Faster?"

"Yes, oh please and let me come!"

"So soon?" He doubled the speed to one thrust a second. 

"Yeah, I can't stand it." Her voice raised a full octave, "Oh wow... oh my god... holy mother," she huffed out the words, like she was preparing to give birth. 

"You can come when you feel the vibrations," he said, then started counting. "One, two, three..."

"This thing vibrates?"

"Nine, Ten..." he nodded his head to answer her question and bent forward to lick her breasts.

"Why are you counting? Oh fuck it... never mind, count if you want." 'What's with him and counting?' she wondered, then the abrupt drive into her ass made her forget the question. 

From a purely physical perspective it was about the best thing she'd ever felt. The double filling was excruciatingly novel and perverse, the quick one up the ass alternating between the steady fucking of her cunt caught her off guard every time. She grunted in time; two low throaty growls, then a high pitched simpering, the pattern then repeated.

She thought, for just a second, that she was tied down and getting fucked by this inhuman machine and there was nothing she could do about it and that was the best part. So helplessly forced to experience the power of his machine, his creation. It dawned on her that, like it, she was his creation too and felt a strange bond with it as it mindlessly hammered her. 

"Forty-one, forty-two..."

Mei Chun became aware that he was counting still and that it had some significance for her, but she didn't understand why. Then she felt the machine's vibrations start inside of her, energetic, hasty, urgent shaking that demanding something from her, like a scream in her ear saying, 'Come goddammit!'

At the final moment she looked at him, saw his excitement, his intense interest for her and she felt herself melt. She noticed, at the same time, that her vision begin to blur and her muscles start to convulse. The final thing she heard was him say, "Forty-four," then blackness flooded into the corners of her eyes. Her head went limp, neck muscles unable or uninterested in doing their job. Her shoulders sagged, arms hung in their sockets, yet she'd never felt her body with such clarity. It was as if her mind was peering down a microscope and was noting the passage of each signal sent to her brain, each command to twitch a fiber of muscle. 

Time slowed in Mei's universe, the thrust of the giant phallus through its cycle taking an eternity and, like watching an explosion in slow motion, she felt her brain light up with the flood of dopamine. It was the most profound orgasm high ever and it just kept burning her. 

Then, like someone turned the projector back to normal, everything came rushing back to her more clearly than before. She heard her own scream and the whirling of the machine and Philip's excited chatter all at once, as though the sounds had been stored in a bottle that had just been smashed. She felt her cunt gripping at the shaft in her pussy, desperate to keep it from leaving her. She felt her sphincter, now loose and soft, accepting the intermittent ramming, like a series of exclamation points after the X's and O's in a love letter. 

Oddly, she couldn't recall actually orgasming, in the traditional sense. That sensation was missing or buried somehow. What had just happened was so much deeper, more mind orgasm than pussy orgasm. 

She made to reach for the controls but her hands were bound at her sides. She had to get this thing to stop and prayed Philip wouldn't play at Dr. Evil and suddenly turn it up to a hundred and keep her going for an hour. 

"Stop, please. Stop," she shouted, then whimpered. He recognized the desperation for what it was and killed the machine. 

It came to rest with the big cock at her lips and the little one fully extended into her rectum, which was ok with Mei, as long as it didn't move. 

She struggled to catch her breath and lower her heart rate. Short sharp gasps filled only the top half of her lungs, her head hung down over the collar and she shook her head slowly. After thirty seconds, her sounds loud in the quiet room, she involuntarily shuddered with such force it frightened Philip. Then she strained every muscle against her restraints and screamed. 

Holy shit, Philip thought dumbfounded.

She raised her chin to look at him, hair stuck to her face. Slowly and with great moment, she said, "I don't know what that was, but do it again."

"Are you sure, Mei?" he asked timidly, genuinely fearful of the monster he created.

"Yeah, get me some water and can you hold my head still and fuck my face while this thing fucks me again."

'Jesus, what a woman,' he thought.

"And take this thing out of my ass please, just give it to me in my pussy this time."

He was in awe. Completely perplexed he walked over to the bench, picked up a few things and the bottle of water. He poured some into her mouth and left it dribble over her chin and down her body.

"Turn it on again, please, master," she said, not knowing why she wanted it so soon after not being able to endure it a moment ago, but there it was, the need was back. Perhaps the rest of her orgasm was waiting impatiently within her. 

She saw the black leather bag he was raising over her head, and even as she thought, 'what's that?' she realized it was a hood. 'Great,' she thought, 'he thinks of everything I need,' as it slid snugly over her and she heard the zip as he encased her in it. It had slots for her nose and a hole for her mouth so she could breathe but couldn't hear well and everything went dark. A moment later she felt the anal dildo withdraw and the cock enter her pussy again, and heard the music, some classical thing that had a soft insistent rhythm. 

He must have turned the music up because now she could hear it, or maybe there were holes in the mask. Whatever it was she'd heard it before, a long time ago, like in a college music appreciation class... then it came back to her; that college professor with the cats and the enormous prick, Mr. Wainwright or Wainscot or something. It was something Spanish and erotic she recalled. 

The patient, slow, insistent marching drum beat sounded like one played for soldiers parading through some dusty Spanish crossroads. The flute, dancing above the rhythm, was a peasant girl erotically swaying her hips, in bare feet and dressed in a sweat-sticky blouse which clung to her breasts. She was the focus of a thousand eyes and she gathered their lust as though she would weave some spectacular garment from it's threads. 

The driving rhythm was Philip's passion and she was the dancer. His lust was this machine pushing inside her, confident of its eventual triumph. It was up to her to perform for him, to tease as the dancer was and earn her man's desire. Being bound and hooded made it a bit more challenging for her than for the strumpet dancing in her imagination but she would work with what she had. 




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 12



"Master, get your whip and beat me." She was surprised by her own ingenuity and was pleased by the sound of it. "I'm still too much of a dirty whore."

He was about to ask her to say it again, but he had heard correctly. She wanted him to witness her complete subservience, her total surrender. She wanted to be ground down to powder for him to remake as he wanted. "Whip me," she purred, "Don't be afraid."

'My god,' he thought, 'either she has gone completely around the bend into BDSM madness or she wants me to relish her pain. Wow, that's either so sweet or completely psychopathic.'

"I need to free you of the straps Mei, to get at your back and ass... Is that what you want?"

"Yeah, all over."

The music thumped along, the dildo working her like a slow motion smith at his anvil. The machine was timed perfectly to the beat, reaching its peak within her about once a second. 

He set the flog on her lap and unbound her hands, removed the straps and the back rest from its holes.

He brought her hands above her head. "Hold them there," he said and put the handle of the flog in her mouth to hold. He walked to the bench, got some rope and wrist cuffs and returned. He threw one end of the rope over a ceiling truss, tied a slip knot and pulled tight. 

"I knew whipping the bitch out of you would take more than one session. You might have a lot of bitch left in you slut."

The music droned on, pushing his love into her with every measure. 

"I still feel like such a whore, master. Please help me. Drive that bitch out of me for good."

He put the canvas cuffs on her, connected together with two steel rings stitched to the fabric and leather buckles to cinch her in tight. He pulled the rope through the rings, set a quick release knot and wasted the remaining rope in twists and foldings. 

"You can leave a scar if you want to," she pleaded. "It would be like my jewelry, a mark of your love for me."

"How bad are you, Mei? How much Jenny to you feel?"

"I thought about taking the thumb drive and leaving you, turning you in. I am so bad. Such an ungrateful whore. Whip me till I'm clean."

He brought the flog powerfully across her breasts with a firm courageous blow. It crackled as it struck her soft flesh with terrifying pain that caused her to flinch and scream. 

"Fuck!" She jerked, winced, bit her lip, and huffed for air between her nearly closed lips. She panted for thirty seconds, letting the burn ease out of her skin. 

He let her recover, then asked, "When was this?"

"Sunday, last Sunday."

He stood there, the music loud and driving on. He pretended to be angry but Sunday was like the Paleolithic era to Philip, and frankly had she not considered taking the bait he would have been disappointed. He had expected a confession at some point and was very pleased that she thought it treacherous enough to hide.

"And would you do something like that now, Mei?"

"Never, never... I only want to be your slave, the whore you fuck in the ass and your sweet princess."

"You need to be pure to be my princess."

"Yes! Do it... make me cry."

He'd gotten the horse whip as she spoke and tapped it on her breast. 

She recognized it and longed for the short sharp slap. Then it came down hard on her nipple. 

"Fuck!" she screamed again. 

"No cursing slut," 'Smack!' He hit the same one again and she twisted on the rope trying to hide her nipple from another blow. And still the music kept its tempo and the cock kept pushing her apart. 

These were not practice strokes or love taps, they had his strength behind them.

"Again," she implored and he did, this time with the flog along the top of her thighs. She jumped and screamed a great howling scream. 

'Smack!', 'Smack!' on her back and shoulders, red marks blossoming on her soft skin. 

"Jesus! Fucking Christ! Oh fuck, Philip, you really do love me! It's so goddamn good. Don't ever stop loving me, being my master!"

"Yes, baby. You'll always be my slave." Smack! Smack!

"Fuck!" she cried. "Yes. Have my pain, it's all I have to give."

Smack with the horse whip then a swooshing slap with the flog to her back. He dropped the flog and spanked her ass with his open hand again and again.

She wailed in pain, arched her back to let him spank her ass and hopped on the dildo. Her torso went rigid, her head thrust forward and her thigh muscles burned as the orgasm consumed her and the room echoed with her screams.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck... goddammit, master," she yelled, then as she came down said, "Please hold on for a second." She panted for a few moments, and said, "See what a bitch I am? I can't stop cussing," tears streaked from under the mask. "You'd better gag me."

He got the ball gag, shoved it in her mouth, buckled it tight behind the hood and began to whip her in time to the music. Strong, hard delectably painful strikes that made flashes of lighting pass before her hooded eyes. He ripped her again and again, impact after searing impact, each more painful and cleansing than the last. Calves, hips, back, arms and breasts, each wallop brought the pain to a new level, each left its mark.

With each loving strike Mei was marched to another place. Prodded forward by his beating. Further and further away she marched until she felt herself leave her body. She was owned by him, tormented by him, tortured and whipped by him; the moment could not be any sweeter. She surrendered all and was made lighter with each stroke and still the maddening music thumped along, the dancer now naked, the hands of the soldiers all over her, ecstasy on her face. 

Mei was ascending, the Phoenix, at once on fire and flying free, soaring in the heavens and bound like a slave. And the music played on, the crop and flog now just two more instruments in the orchestra. They beat against her body like the sticks against the snare drum, sounding the call to march onward. 

One last wicked slash of the flog along her back sparked another orgasm, the two sensations of pain and pleasure fused into one.

She felt him slacken his pace, decrease the power of his blows. More caresses now with only cursory strikes, symbolic and not meant for pain. She must be clean now, she thought, otherwise her master wouldn't be finished. He knew everything, all her secrets, all her sins and he'd forgiven her, he loved her. He found her love for him hidden away beneath the corpse of the love she had for her father. He resurrected it, breathed spirit into it and made it his own. With this pain he took the ache of an empty heart away. With this machine he was pumping life into her womb. She felt so good. And the lovely music continued to carry her away. She was held by the outstretched hands of the soldiers, marched off to some filthy barn where she would be taken by each one of them in turn. 

Philip saw the contentment in the way her head was tilted back and imagined her eyes behind the mask, glassy and looking at the ceiling. 

He knew her mind was experiencing extreme cognitive dissonance, trying desperately to justify the pain. It was saying to her, 'You're being whipped by a man you love and you're enjoying it immensely. He is absolving you and cleansing you. He is transforming you into a more perfect woman.'

This was how the army instilled devotion and loyalty in its recruits and why fraternities hazed their pledges. When one submits to an intensely unpleasant experience voluntarily, the mind magnifies the importance of the organization or person inflicting the pain, rather than abandon concepts of its own self-worth. This was the basis of real transformation, be it called induction, initiation or brainwashing. 

She felt the gag pulled from between her teeth and she heard him say, "open wide." She complied, then felt something new at her lips, hard. It pried open her mouth. It was more uncomfortable than the ball, which was just right. It was round and wrapped in leather and forced her to keep her mouth open. She breathed in and felt the inside of her cheeks and tongue cool with the evaporation. She almost fainted when she realized what it was, it was a ring keeping her mouth completely gaping wide for him, so he could shove himself as deep into her as he wanted. The vulnerability gave her a new head-spinning, battery-licking, reality-shifting quake again. Maybe he would spit in her mouth, she thought. 

She'd already come so many times during the whipping that it seemed she was riding again on that deep ocean that packed them in sets of swells that lifted her repeatedly. But this time it wasn't peaceful and serene like it had been. It was a force, real and physical. 

She felt his will, his power, driving into her; could hear it in the demands of the rhythm. The drumbeat within the music, the thrust of the dildo and his control of her fused into a perfect erotic trinity, indistinguishable and unified.

She had become the dancing maiden, seducing and relenting. 

He was naked, standing on the machine before her hooded and bound body, her gaping pink mouth defenseless. "Hard this time, Mei. It's going to be hard."

It didn't matter what he said, she wanted it and responded as best she could with a nod of assent and she felt him on her tongue.

"You're so clean now my princess. Not a hint of Jenny anywhere in you."

The feeling was so wonderful. So pure; she felt white and glowing. Heart radiating love for him so that she felt her soul pass through her skin and grasp him. His perfect cock, the tool that would deliver his love, needed to be completely inside of her. It needed to fill her with its proof. 

There were only a few minutes left in the routine so he couldn't ride it out, play his cock around her mouth as he wanted to. Anyway, she'd been riding one orgasm after another for some minutes and he was having difficulty controlling the urge to come. He grabbed the hood with both hands and savagely pushed his hips forward. He felt the resistance at the back of her throat but pushed past, letting her gagging contractions massage his cock head. He counted to ten, letting her panic increase, saw her buck and shake with another crashing wave of orgasm then withdrew to let her pant and drool. The nonsensical gibbering she was creating with her vocal cords and wildly gesticulating tongue, could have been ecstasy or a desperate plea to stop, but he wasn't interested in details. He knew whatever she might want at this instant she hungered for him to take everything from her.

Her breath was labored and taken in gulps. He shoved in again and paused at the deepest point, enjoying the squeeze her gag gave him. He began to thrust deep and strong along with the tempo of the music and joined with the machine in the dual fucking. He started to quietly say 'forty-four' each time his pubic bone pressed her nose. 

Mei lost her mind. She became a radiant spirit floating and detached, witnessing him violate her so sweetly, taking his pleasure in her body with a pure greed. She saw the fierce need in his face, his total concentration on squeezing every iota of pleasure out of her. She saw herself as simply an object, without even a face beneath the hood, red marks all over her body, so lovely, so perfectly his possession. She witnessed each orgasm her body suffered as his gift to her physical self. His gift to her that was now a continuous shuddering orgasm. She wasn't indifferent to her body, but the sensual self was like the tower to which her soul was tethered, floating above it like a kite on a golden string.

She heard the number he kept repeating to her. Saw it as large as a two story building, twenty-foot high neon, pulsating in a fiery red. Rather than a common number it seemed to hold some kind of presence, as though the numbers were alive and throbbing. They seemed to will her back down inside herself, telling her she was missing something too special to be lost by dawdling in the clouds. Her consciousness snapped back into her like the suction of a hose grabbing flesh. Indeed, it was something not to be missed. She was getting the fucking of a lifetime, throat full of cock, pussy rammed by a big hard dildo and this incessant music fucking her ears.

With her mind returned to her, Mei had a new perspective. Amid the tumult of the contractions that wracked her body, the shivering that shook her spine, she found a parallel quiet, a confidence and a peace. She willed herself to relax, stop gagging and open to him and it worked. She took great pleasure in his thrusting, in inspiring his lust, in being objectified like this. She felt him push and pull, felt his hardness, anticipated his thrust and made her throat a new cunt for him. She was complete, satisfied and whole like this.

Each time she heard him say forty-four, his bushy hair ticking her nose and the sense of fullness in her throat, she felt her cunt contract and the now routine orgasm sprout and shoot like a bottle rocket to explode in her brain. They were coming so fast now, so regular that they were not distinct events but simply bumps on a washboard road.

Philip had never dreamt it could be so magnificent. He truly possessed her, fucking her this way, only for himself. Besides the physical sensation, the knowledge that she was giving to him touched him so deeply he felt his heart fuse to her, felt the awesome responsibility to provide and care for her. She was his in the most profound sense. She was his possession and, being able to have anything he wanted, he wanted nothing but her. 

The music was reaching its conclusion and the program would halt. He felt the moment and sped his fucking to merge with the music. He left Ravel behind and began to jab into her, his orgasm moments away. 'Fuck it was so good... so goddamn delicious.'

Mei's heart rose with his tempo. Her mind full of the words, 'Yes, Yes, Yes, do it, honey. Bless me with your semen. All the way down. Do it in my throat and force it down."

Forty-four was his mantra and he repeated with each thrust. There was no time left, three, maybe four more and he would let go. Her grunts and moaning were too fucking much and one stroke, two strokes, and pulled her head on to him in a death grip, shoving all of himself into her, as deep as humanly possible, then unloaded, spurting again and again. He held her against his mound but she didn't gag, didn't cough or choke. She totally surrendered and he filled her, taking his time, pumping his muscles, flexing his cock in her and finally relenting. 

He nearly fell to the seat as the music stopped, the machine halted and Mei, hooded and drooling his semen over her lap, held her chin up and licked around her the ring gag with her tongue. She was showing him, proudly displaying what she had won from him. Then she lifted her chin and he saw her throat contract. She was gulping down the rest, that which she could get to the back of her mouth.

He was utterly spent, totally gobsmacked at what a spectacular woman this was. He stood, untied the ring gag and took off the hood. She flexed her jaw then closed her mouth to swallow and said, "Wow."

He embraced her, ran his hands over her body, seeing the red welts and wales on her skin. "You were magnificent, Mei."

"Untie me and hold me, honey," she said, "Please, my master, my wonderful man."

He pulled the slip knot and freed her hands from the cuffs, sat before her and hugged her.

"Please, Philip, take me to bed and fuck me nice and slow."

He lifted her slack body and carried her to their bedroom.



From Jenny to Mei Ch. 13



It was Friday night and Mei was still recovering from her ride on Philip's fuck machine. Its strong motors, the leather straps and his well-timed strikes thrust her to a level of ecstasy so intense she was yet again transported out of her body. She had had no idea that sex like that was even possible. No one had treated her that way, no one had broken her before and no one loved her as much as her Philip did. 

So much of her new life with him was a revelation. Before meeting him she had felt, at times, the shadow of a latent bisexuality. Just a hint that there might be the potential for pleasure in a woman's intimate company and in her body. It was as if part of her libido knew that there was someone hiding on the other side of the mirror. Philip changed that too and it seemed the girl behind the mirror took to lesbian sex with surprising alacrity. She could not see a future where she would abandon that half of herself now that the mirror was smashed and she and her reflection were one person. 

Mei was very pleased at this and with all the changes Philip had made in her and she gave him full credit for the transformation. The bitch she used to be was well under control, bound and gagged deep in the bowels of her psyche. With growing confidence she expected that Jenny would die a slow death, never to be resurrected. And if she did manage to break free he would be there to whip her into sweet submission and drive her back into her cage. Life was too good for Mei to tolerate a return of her nemesis. 

She was splayed out, face down on his bed with her head on a small pillow in his lap. The inflamed welts on her back that he was soothing with a wet cloth were the receipts that proved she earned her new self and which testified to her right to be Mei Chun, his princess. 

The depth of her relaxation was due in part to her brain being still saturated with the neurotransmitters that caused feelings of quiet well being. She sank deeper into the velvet bag of sweet repose with each touch of his fingers in her hair and his deep calming voice. 

'I am so loved,' she thought, 'so clean and good and loved by my man. Life is so good.'

She didn't have much left in her but wanted the night to end right and contemplated how she could please him while they spoke about the experience and he applied cold compresses to her skin. 

"I don't know how to describe it," she said in a voice laden with fatigue and satisfaction, "It's so powerful and mechanical but like it's alive - like it has a personality and a purpose. It's like you made some wicked mechanical twin of yourself just to have it fuck my brains out." She paused and looked up at him out of the corner of her eye, "I think we should give it a name or something."

"Larry the fuck machine?"

"No, something like Max or Gunter. Something German and severe."

"Otto, perhaps?"

"Perfect. Can we get Karla on it?"

"Sure. How did you like the whipping?"

Her voice changed somewhat, now introspective and deliberate. "I don't know how to explain it. I'm a bit embarrassed to share it." He waited and she knew she had no choice but to confess. "I feel self-conscious, like a pervert or something."

He continued to wait, rewetting the cloth, squeezing the cool water back into a mixing bowl on the night stand. 

"It made me feel special. Like you cared so much," a tear formed in her eye, "And like I was earning your love for me. Like I was becoming worthy of it." The tear rolled down the bridge of her nose. "The burning felt so... not good, but... made me feel clean." She wiped away the droplet just as it was falling. 

"I don't like being cruel."

"It wasn't cruel... you know that. It was the opposite. It's like I have to pay for who I was. I know you love me, ok... so I was ok with the pain. It was a punishment I deserved. As if you were all the guys I toyed with before... all rolled into one, paying me back for their heartbreak."

"Did it make you?... Was it erotic?"

"Oh god yes. It wasn't the pain, it was knowing that it was you beating me. Can we watch the video? Can I make you come watching you really giving it to me?"

A couple of weeks ago he wouldn't have imagined that there could be any erotic value in watching a woman being flogged. However her enthusiasm for it, knowing how she reveled in it turned him on, and yes, getting a blow job watching her come while he whipped her had real erotic appeal. 

"We'll see. Was the pain... Was it?"

Truth be told, Philip didn't enjoy administering pain, not much anyway. Yes, he enjoyed the rush of power, he would admit that, but it was a guilty, reluctant pleasure. What he did enjoy immensely was the way she reacted. When he gave her that first whack across the ass she would look back at him with a calm intensity in her eyes that displayed the depth and strength of her lust. It sent a quiver along his spine. She looked simultaneously pissed off and hungry, like she was going to fuck him to death. Then she would say something like, "Oh, fuck yes. Do it again," with a smoldering intensity which made the second and subsequent strikes much easier to administer. 

Then there was the result. After a spanking Mei changed from a normal young woman, sometimes mildly bitchy, self-centered and vain, as the beautiful often were, into a sublimely affectionate kitten. She bathed him with praise and devotion, sought to lift every care from him and please him in any way possible. She cooed and purred and opened her heart which beguiled him. 

He was beginning to realize the attraction of the whole experience: her flirtatious foreplay when she signaled that she needed something 'spicy', the commands he issued for her to kneel or bend over to which she submitted with a flash in her eyes and a demure, quiet, "Yes, master," the binding of her beautiful and fragile body, and teasing her with the whip or flog all got him going. Then the first strike and her gasp that hardened his cock. Each time her skin resounded with a new blow she grunted a rapturous, living moan of pleasure. Then when she gave birth to the orgasms and was exhausted he would comfort her and finish off with a lovely, tender sex that brought them closer together.

These sessions became something he looked forward to and something he feared. 

"Each whip was excruciating," she continued, "like a... like a... you know, a whip on my skin. But I feel so much better afterward." She mustered her strength, rolled over and stroked his forearm as he gently lay the cold cloth over her nipple. She wanted him to nestle in her arms and suckle her breast like a baby and let her sing to him, and fall asleep but servitude wasn't about nurturing in that way, it was giving what he wanted to take for himself, or that was what she figured. She continued, "I blacked out and found myself floating above my body, watching you strike me. I don't know, I kinda felt like this spirit, clean and holy and detached. Then I crashed back into myself and you started saying that number and I've never come like that. Even last week wasn't the same. I mean, last week was awesome, just fuc... just really fantastic but it was smooth and undulating like a kids' roller coaster. Tonight it was like, I don't know, driving sixty on a logging road with no shocks."

"I don't want to go that far again."

"You're sweet. I don't think you have to. Just as a special gift or for our anniversary or something." Then she said, "It was really sweet of you, Philip, to whip me like that." She leant forward and kissed him tenderly, then winced as he touched a welt on her arm. 

"You're going to have a few bruises I'm afraid."

"That's ok. Like temporary tattoos," she said and took a moment to ponder. "Would you like my nipple in your mouth?"

He lay the cloth over her, spun in bed to exchange places, putting his head in her lap. It was the answer she was hoping for. She sat up, moved a pillow or two behind her, leant over and ushered one to his mouth as if he were a baby. With one hand cupping her breast she fed him her nipple. She watched his tongue from below as it surrounded her and gently licked her. "God that feels fantastic," she said, "Not really erotic but so fulfilling." Thirty seconds later, mesmerized by the sight of his wet, pink softness caress her, she said, "Would you like to come inside me?"

He spoke into her nipple, "I like the way you asked that, Mei. As an offer, not a question."

"Oh, thank you, mast... Philip." She so wanted to call him 'master,' a title that encapsulated her feelings for him, but she was forbidden unless it was during sex.

"That's right, honey. Obedience makes me happy." He didn't really have an obedience thing but found he liked how it felt to say it. 

"Me too," she purred. "Would you like to come inside me? My ass is still nice and loose, I think you'd like it. Or maybe you don't want to work for it? I could give you a nice, wet blow job that would be so relaxing."

'Choices,' he thought.

"You've only come twice tonight and I feel so selfish since you've given me so many."

"Hmm..." she let him consider how she might please him. With excited expectation she watched his face for an indication, as though watching the wheel of fortune slowing, ticking the pegs at its edge, not wishing for one or the other result, just delighted at the prospect of him coming. 

"I'm not sure I can come again so soon."

"Let me worry about that," she said.

"Then your ass please, Mei, in a few minutes. I really do love having you there. But first your mouth for a minute, then that sweet wet pussy for a few more, then your tightest little hole to finish. How does that sound?"

"Like heaven. Hey!" she said in surprise, finding new energy, "That's where I was, I know it. I was in heaven when you were whipping me like that. It must have been. I must have been an angel for a minute, floating above my body like that."

"You're my angel."

"No," she playfully slapped his belly, "I mean it. I mean it was so ethereal." She quietly thought while she switched breasts.

Her phone at the night stand buzzed, with an incoming call, but she ignored it. "Are you ready?" she asked and he nodded and said, "Your breasts exert a disproportionately strong influence over me."

"I'm glad you like them."

"Like is such a weak word, almost an insult to the way I feel about them. I worship your breasts, Mei. Perfection doesn't capture it either, but your tits are absolutely perfect. They sort of emit this powerful attractive force for me, like a magnetism."

"Glad to be adored by you mast... dang... Philip. Now let me swallow you, I think I learned a secret and I can't wait to try it." She tossed her hair back, scooched out from under, careful not to disturb him, and made her way off the bed. She wanted to be so lovely and elegant for him and sought to give her movements more grace. 

Her knees were still weak but she was going to do this if it meant passing out with his cock in her throat. At the foot of the bed she brushed aside the sheet from over his thigh. She leant over and took him in her hands and scratched his balls with her fingers. She stared into his eyes, descended and took his cock into her mouth. It was pliant and grew as she swirled her tongue around it.

They both heard the buzz of a voicemail being left, and she ignored it. She wouldn't let anything distract her when she was pleasing Philip, so to hell with whomever was calling at this hour.

Gentle, soft, giving was what he felt and it was good for Mei, he knew. Giving was an important aspect of love, perhaps its essence and Mei needed to give, needed the practice and the habit of giving. 

She made him hard and then she relaxed, opened her throat and simply propelled him in until there was no more cock to swallow. It was so easy, just wanting it there was all it took and there was no impulse to gag whatsoever. All she wanted was to feel his large presence within her. 'Practice,' she thought, 'practice and patience.' A moment later she withdrew, gave his head a kiss and a lick, breathed enough to last and went down again, this time scratching his balls again while she rocked on the bed, letting her throat stroke his flesh.

"Jesus Christ, Mei! God that's good."

She hummed in contentment. It was so fine to be giving. So good to know it pleased him. And as a plus she found it exhilarating to be so full of him, even feeling her esophagus with her hand to gauge where he was inside. 'Wow, that's hot! He's all the way in. I'm fucking him with my throat!'

Back up for air, another kiss and lick then straight back down. So much like heaven this was, so much like being a nurse or a loving angel to minister to her man's needs. 

She bobbed a bit up and down, his hair tickling her nose, his thick manly hips in her hands. She didn't hurry in the slightest, had no desire for it to end, his orgasm would be great but he wanted it in her ass. She was just warming him up. Then he said, "I'm coming." And she nearly panicked but then felt his hand against the back of her head and knew he wanted to come in her throat. 

"Oh god, god, Mei, fuck it's soooooo good." His words were punctuated by his hands mashing her face to his belly and his rhythmic contractions emptying himself into her. She felt his cock pulse in her throat. 'Ahhh,' she thought, 'so nice,' and smiled as best she could.

When he stilled his body she came up for air, a little disappointed she couldn't hold her breath a bit longer. She breathed quickly through her nose and milked out every bit, not leaving his cock until it was limp and slippery. She swallowed, of course, and nuzzled next to him.

"It was good wasn't it, master?"

"That was the best ever, Mei. It was the most goddamn fantastic blow job of my life. How did you do that?"

"When I was in heaven, when you were face fucking me, it occurred to me that I just had to want it there, in my throat and it would feel natural and good. I can do that every time if you want, just like that."

"Jesus, yes. Every time, just like that. Did you see how fast I came?"

"Yeah, fastest yet. That good huh?"

"You are growing reliant on my complements, which is nice," he said as he held her phone, wondering who was calling his woman. He slid open the lock, entered her code, 6969, which he had discovered from digging in her phone. Karla had left seven voicemails. He played the first one from 10:15.

"Mei Chun, call me," was all she said. Mei noted she sounded concerned but didn't stir. She was seconds from sleep. 

"Honey, call me please. We have to talk," was the second. Karla left similar messages at 10:45 and 11:00. Rather than listen to the others he hit the 'Call Back' text in blue letters below the message. He put the phone on speaker and lay it on his chest and saw Mei's eyes flutter closed. 

"Jesus, thank god you called, Mei honey."

"Mei Chun is her name Karla, please call her that," he said.

"Is this... can I speak with Mei Chun please?"

"She is here with me, you're on the speaker."

"Can I talk to her privately please," she implored, "It's personal."

"Karla, I think Mei Chun has made the nature of our relationship clear to you."

Karla was desperate so she began talking. "That bitch Kenisha recorded Mei Chun and I in the massage room together and is blackmailing me." Then she realized that she didn't know if Mei Chun had told him yet, "Oh shit, did she tell you about us yet? Oh god..."

"It's alright, Karla, I know about it and I approve. Mei thinks you're very special and what makes her happy is very important to me. Anyway you're a lovely woman and I see why she's attracted to sex with you."

"Hi, Karla," Mei said with sleep thick in her voice. 

"Mei Chun, honey, what am I going to do? She's going to get me fired."

"Wow, what a bitch," she said, sympathizing, "If I knew she'd do that I'd have been more careful about keeping quiet."

"It's my fault, I thought we were friends and she knew about my trysts with women in the past. But I didn't know she could do this. She wants me to start taking her work shifts and shit like that."

"You say," Philip interrupted, "she has a recording? Is it audio or video?"

"Audio only, she played me a sample and it's very clear. She must have had her phone in the room."

No one spoke as Philip thought, then Karla whined, "What am I going to do?"

"Stay calm, Karla. What is the worst that can happen, from your perspective?"

"She can get me fired and humiliated."

"That's it?" he was asking her to be thorough not belittling her concern but Karla didn't read it that way.

"Yeah, well I like my job you know and I think that's..."

"That's not what I meant. Is the extent of the damage she can do getting you fired and embarrassing you with your friends?"

"Yes, and my boyfriend."

"Well, you know she is committing a felony, actually two felonies?"

"I figured it was against the law but I don't think she cares."

"Listen, we were bound to meet anyway, as Mei's lovers, so why don't you come over tomorrow and have dinner with Mei and I and we'll talk this through."

'As Mei's lovers.' It sounded so sweet to Mei.

"I have to take that bitch's shift, I won't be off till midnight."

"Then let's meet for lunch and discuss this. There is a cafe in the gym right?"

"Yeah, but I don't want to meet there."

"Ok, I'll have a taxi outside, can you take a long lunch, say ninety minutes?"

"Yes, I think I can do that. Can you really help?"

"Sure, I might not be able to keep you from getting fired but the question for you is how much do you want her to pay for it?"

"Ok... well, thanks. I feel better knowing an experience blackmailer is going to help me."

Philip looked at Mei and she looked shyly back at him. He smiled and said, "Mei may have exaggerated a bit. But let's talk tomorrow at lunch, I'll see if she's able to join us. We'll figure something out. You have to decide if you want to see her in jail or not."

"Really? I don't know. I just don't know... let's talk tomorrow. I got to get some sleep. Good bye, Mei, honey."

"Mei Chun," they both said.

"Sorry... right Mei Chun. See you tomorrow."

"Wow," Mei said as they got off the phone, "Blackmail seems to be following me. Can you help her?"

"I can fuck up this Kenisha's life worse than I did yours but I don't think I have to."

"I know you can help her," she said with a yawn. Then she nuzzled in his arms and fell asleep with the cloth still on her back. She dreamt of the ocean again and he dreamt of nothing at all.

##########

Saturday morning brought a beautiful day, as though nature was telling Mei Chun that last night was a new beginning - another new beginning. In the taxi on the way to the center she called the number on the back of the card. 

"American Express, this is Ms. Paterson. Is this Ms. Huang?"

"Uh... Yes," she said, already dumbfounded.

"Hello, Ms. Huang. I'm your personal concierge. How can I help you today?"

"Um... How did you know it was me calling?"

"Well, I'm in the Centurion Card concierge department and we work with limited number of members, only a few at a time. I didn't recognize the San Francisco number and I figured it must be you."

"Wow."

"I was expecting your call. Would you like a quick explanation of the services I can offer?"

"Yes, please," she said, sitting back and listening to the women's mellifluous voice. 

"Well, I'm part of a team that is available at any time to assist you with your purchases, travel arrangements, entertainment reservations and gift giving."

"My boyfriend told me you could fly in a camel to a cocktail party."

"Well," there was a pause, "I've never done that but...do you need a camel?"

"Oh no," they both laughed, "It was just an example. But could you?"

"Ah, I don't know, I've never tried. I did help one member buy a quarter horse once and arranged to have it transported across the Atlantic."




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 13



"Well, don't worry. I don't think I'll be asking for a camel."

"You can feel free to contact me at any time and if I'm not available, you will be assisted by one of my colleagues who will have access to your file and preferences, so it will be just like dealing with me. Is this your preferred contact number?"

"Yes, it's my cell phone."

"Will your default shipping address be the address on the card?"

"Uh... yes, I guess."

"You are enrolled in the amenity clubs of most airlines so when you travel you'll have access to a club lounge in most any airport in the world. Is your preference to fly first class when traveling?"

"Um, sure." 

"Do you have a preference of hotels?"

"No, not really."

"Do you have a room size preference? Executive suite or larger?"

"Um... no, not really. But what is the credit limit on the card?"

"Oh. There isn't one."

"What do you mean? Like I could buy a Rolls Royce with it or something?"

"Yes, of course."

"Or charter a jet to take me to Paris?"

"Sure. You're enrolled in the Gulfstream Private Flyers Club and I can have transport for you with two hours' notice."

"You mean I could call you and in two hours be on my own jet to Paris?"

"Yes. With flight attendants and a chef and a limousine waiting for you when you arrive."

"What would that cost? Just out of curiosity?"

"One moment please." She heard her typing and felt guilty just asking.

"A one way excursion to Paris Orly departing at noon from San Francisco International Airport flying in a Gulfstream G550 which seats sixteen and sleeps six would be approximately, seventy-two thousand dollars, exclusive of various fees that depend on the number of travelers."

"God..." she whispered. 

"Were you contemplating a trip in the near future?"

"No," she practically shouted into the phone. 

"The cost declines with more advanced notice," she said in a helpful voice, "And of course commercial reservations are in an entirely different price category."

"Wow. Uh... no travel plans at the moment. Can I call you by your first name?"

"Of course, it's Bethany."

"Bethany, great. Nice to meet you. Please call me Mei Chun."

"Of course, Mei Chun. I look forward to assisting you."

"Me too!" she said with a giggle. "You said you could help with gifts too?"

"Sure. When you get a chance you can send me a list of important dates for those you'd like my help with. Birthdays, anniversaries and I'll send you gentle reminders if you'd like. Would you like me to take your email address and I'll send you my contact information?"

She told Bethany her gmail address and asked if she could send her mother a gift.

"Of course, what would you like to send?"

"I don't know."

"Flowers, perfume, a gift basket perhaps? What is her age?"

"Forty-four," she said and felt a strange flush come over her, a painful hardening of her nipples and a sudden constriction in her crotch. "Oh my god," she said and dropped the phone, threw her head back and felt the micro-orgasm flash over her. "Oh my god," she said again and the taxi driver asked if she was ok.

"I'm sorry," she said into the phone, "I dropped it."

"That's quite alright. Are you feeling well?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you. Can you send her an orchid?"

She said she could, of course, and took her address and the message for the card. Mei wanted to get off the phone and so made an excuse and rung off. She realized she'd have to be careful with that number and with the card.

##########

Philip arrived at Union Square first, parking in the garage of a building his father had bought twenty years ago. He probably still owned part of it but he wasn't sure. When Mei had asked how much he had he gave her an estimate. Twenty-two was the low end of a constantly variable cash equivalent asset total. The vicissitudes of the real-estate and financial markets meant that there was never an exact figure. He left it all up to his 'wealth advisors' which was what the firm called themselves. Basically it was a bunch of very smart guys playing the markets on his dime, making spectacular commissions and consistently growing his pile. He would change them in another couple of years to keep them honest and move to another firm he used to use that was desperate to get him back. He also had two accounting firms and another advisor to keep an eye on the wealth advisors to make sure they were doing their best for him. They also prepared his hellacious tax return and did a few other things to help keep his privacy secured. 

Turning the corner he saw Mei's backside emerging from a taxi. 'Damn she looks good,' he thought as he crept up and slid his arms around her.

"Hey, baby."

"Oh, Philip, how are you, honey?"

"Still recovering from this morning."

"Mmmmm good. That makes me feel great knowing it has such a long lasting effect."

"Let's go in, she might be inside," he said, taking her hand under his elbow.

Morton's usually requested business attire but it was Saturday and they were more flexible on the weekends. Mei Chun looked very fine in her blue striped, silk knit pullover and jeans but Karla, who was indeed waiting inside, felt self-conscious in her gym uniform yoga pants and lycra jacket. 

"Karla," he said as they greeted in the alcove, "it's so nice to meet the woman who is taking such good care if Mei at the gym. I see why she is so smitten."

It was more cordial and charming than she had expected from 'the Master.' "So you're not pissed?" she asked with a sort of timid but friendly smile. "You talked it through."

Mei said, "Oh there's no need for talking it out. I just confess to him and he disciplines me a bit."

"Well," Karla said, "that keeps it simple, I guess."

"You'll get used to the idea, Karla. It will seem natural enough soon," he said and they walked to their table. 

She took her seat, Philip assisting with her chair, and the waiter brought over menus. Philip asked Karla what kind of meat she enjoyed, "If you like delicate, tender, beef than the filet would be best, or perhaps you like fattier, more robust cuts like a sirloin or strip steak?"

"I'm not much of a beef eater."

"Then let me suggest the filet. It's delicious and melts in your mouth. Or perhaps lobster?"

He turned to Mei who said, "Oh, well I like tender."

"Then let's have filets and if you like my Porterhouse better then we'll send it back and get one of those for you. Now sides they don't do as well but you really can't mess up a baked potato so I think that or whipped would be safe, and the vegetable medley won't kill anyone."

With the order in to the waiter and the wine on its way, they got down to business. 

"So Karla, I have so much I want to talk to you about but let's get to your problem first."

"Ok."

"Has she made further demands like money or anything like that?"

"No, nothing like that, yet."

"So you need to decide how we take this. You have lots of options. You go to the police right away and they begin collecting evidence and arrest her when they think they have enough. That's option one, and in a town with a gay mayor, I think we can rely on the cooperation of the police. 

"Or two, we let her know you have friends that can exact some serious retribution for what she's done and scare her off.

"And three, you go to the manager, Mr. ..." he paused.

"Mr. Williams."

"Right, and tell him what has happened and turn the tables on her."

"But I'd be fired."

"Maybe but you take her threat away, and without that she's fucked. And you'd have good grounds for a lawsuit; discrimination and firing a whistleblower and all that."

Mei felt so proud of him, practically worshiping him with her school girl gaze. 

"I don't know. I just don't know. I don't want her to go to jail."

"That's fine, what do you want?"

"I want her fired. I want that bitch so fired she'll never work again."

Their placeholder plates were removed and sizzling steaks arrived. The conversation paused and when the waiters left he said, "I do care, Karla, what happens and I'm willing to help to some extent. But I want you to know I won't do anything illegal."

She nodded her head. 

"Listen, let me think of a few things and I've got your cell number. Is she working at all tonight?"

"She said she was coming in at four and clocking and then would be leaving at five with some cramps and I was to clock her out at midnight."

"Right. Do you have a photo of her you could email me?"

"Yeah, sure," she said and looked through her photos on her mobile phone and asked for his email.

"I may have a little talk with her, a friendly one, explaining to her what could happen if she takes this too far."

He dug back into his steak and Karla was visibly more relaxed and was exchanging looks with Mei Chun.

"You like Mei Chun, don't you Karla?"

She buttered her baked potato and looked up at him through a few strands of light red hair. The look delivered was of subtle annoyance, as though she wished he weren't there. It wasn't strong, didn't show outright disrespect, only a preference which shown in her mouth and eyes. "Yes. I like Mei Chun very much." She quickly glanced at Mei, then back to Philip who was sipping his wine. "Is that going to be a problem?"

"Well, you are entering an established relationship as a third party. It's not... unwelcome. I wouldn't want you to feel unwelcome, but it is unexpected and it adds a new dynamic to our relationship that has to be either accommodated or rejected. Otherwise things might become unbalanced and fly out of control." He began to pick at the vegetables with his fork. "I don't want this to sound coarse but I've worked hard to win Mei's affection and I won't surrender her to anyone."

Her back stiffened a bit but she remained silent. He continued, looking her in the eye, "You see, it depends on what your intentions are. If you hope to have her for yourself and refuse to share as I am sharing her with you, you'll fail and she won't see you again. If you accommodate and adapt to the current situation as I've accommodated you, then I see no reason why you girls can't have a very fulfilling relationship."

"That's," she looked down at her plate then quickly to him then swung her eyes to Mei, "that's exactly what I want."

"Of course you'll have to balance that on your side as well, Karla. Mei tells me you have a boyfriend."

"Yes."

"Love?"

"I don't..." she sighed, "I don't know. I have..." she stumbled a bit, "I..."

"You have..." he paused, phrasing the idea in his head before speaking, "expectations for your life? Goals that include marriage and a family?"

"Yes."

"And this guy... what is his name, please?"

"Tim."

"And Tim is the best you've found so far?"

"Yes. He's a good guy. He's not perfect but he's good. He's steady."

"Can I meet him?"

"Why would you want to meet him?" she said, as much annoyed as perplexed.

"I'd like to understand more about you and getting to know someone you think is a good guy would be helpful."

"But how would that work? I mean, I can't just introduce you as the boyfriend of my lesbian lover, can I?"

"No, I suppose not, but you could let me know when he goes out, for example and tell me what bar and leave the rest to me."

"Oh... well, yeah I guess."

He smiled, "So you think he has a good foundation on which you can build?"

"Yes," she said, before catching his meaning and his slight smirk. She realized what he was saying, that she wanted to mold and improve Tim. It annoyed her to be thought of that way even though she couldn't deny it - and then did deny it. "It's not like that." 

"It's ok, Karla, it's completely natural. It's a woman's prerogative to choose her mate and want to perfect him. It's instinctual in our species."

"Like domination?" She meant it as a barb but he didn't take it as an insult.

"Exactly." His eyes brightened a little. "Exactly like domination, Karla."

She appreciated the way he smiled at her, and all of the sudden felt a kind of thrill at understanding his meaning. What he said explained the relationship that he and Mei Chun had better than if had they spend an hour talking about it. Mei satisfied a basic need of his, a need in the same category as her need to, one day, be a mother and a wife. She wanted to clarify and understand. "So what you are saying is that the impulse to shape my boyfriend or husband is the same thing as your need to control Mei Chun?"

"Well, on the same level but not quite the same. Mei here," he looked at Mei tenderly, then back to Karla, "she needs a coach. She needs someone to show her how wonderful she can be and inspire her to leave behind some rather disagreeable habits and self-perceptions."

"She told me you tie her up."

"Yes, and I discipline her." He saw her look of disgust and the worried look she gave Mei. "Don't panic. It's what she needs now but it won't be what she needs for much longer. I can explain it more some other time but it's probably not the right setting to go into it in depth." He lay his fork and knife over his plate, indicating he was finished, the steak half consumed. "What intrigues me Karla, is what you need."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I don't know you but I like you already, and I don't usually take to people quickly. I guess it's because I trust Mei, and I know she wouldn't have let you seduce her so effectively had she not felt something within you that she responded to. That, and you're having sex with my girlfriend so I sort of have a relationship with you already."

The waiter came by but saw that the two women were still eating and stepped away. Philip had asked the maitre d' that they not be interrupted with the usual banter and inquiries on how the meal was going and was glad they were complying. 

"So you want to make me into a project? Someone to fix?"

"No, not exactly. I want to see how you fit into our lives. To get to know you rather than simply turn a blind eye. That's not my way of doing things."

"Well..."

Mei interrupted her, "Listen, Karla, honey. Just spend some time with us together and we'll see how you feel. Ok?"

"Sure," she said with a polite smile, resisting the urge to say more. She figured this was, at least in part, an interview and she didn't want to be rude or offensive.

Philip asked quite a few more questions of her and they fell into a companionable three-way conversation until it was time to go. Mei left to return to the clinic and Philip waited until another taxi came for Karla.

"I love Mei very much, Karla and you have to decide if you wish to join us or do without her. In the end the choice is just that stark."

"On your terms," she said as a taxi pulled up.

"Yes," he said and gave the driver two twenties. "Delighted to meet you, Karla. You are every bit as beautiful as Mei said."

"Thank you. And thanks for your help with this. I feel better about being blackmailed. Just like Mei I guess."

"Mei Chun, Karla, unless you're inside her."

She laughed, as much by the boyish smile and his confident charm as by the jocular correction.

"Thank you, Philip and thanks for lunch."

##########

He returned home, reviewed the photo of Kenisha and found out what he could online, without resorting to felonious intrusion. There were some avenues for further exploration but nothing out of the ordinary, no arrests or convictions. She was a girl a few years out of junior college in a typical job.

While online he emailed Ai with a friendly inquiry as to her studies and letting her know the project that they had collaborated on had been a big success and thanked her for her suggestions. 

Then, as he got ready to head over the bridge again, got a reply from her asking for details of the inaugural run and giving her phone number. "It's my personal cell," she wrote. He texted her, got a quick answer and asked her out for coffee later that evening.

He got his keys, grabbed his laptop case as an afterthought and left for the gym. 

##########

Mei got a call from Karla on the way back across the Bay Bridge to Oakland. They spoke about Philip and how things went. Karla berated herself for not giving him the benefit of the doubt earlier, not having trusted Mei's judgement as far as he was concerned. "Just... well, the idea of you being some guy's slave bothered me and I couldn't imagine liking him."

"But you do right? I mean isn't he all I said he was?"

"I don't know. I mean, I see why you like him and I can tell by how he treats you and looks at you that he cares about you."

"He loves me."

"Yeah, but he whips you, ok? And says that you need it."

"Yeah, but it's true. Sometimes I do, like last night."

"Honey, that sounds so fucked up."

"You'll see. Trust me Karla. Are you off tomorrow and Monday?"

"I have to take Kenisha's Monday hours, the bitch."

"Why don't you quit?"

"No, I like it there and if I want to work in this town it's a great place to move from. Plus I don't want to be intimidated by her."

"Yeah. Well listen, I want you to come over tonight and let Philip cook us dinner and we'll have some fun."

"It'll be past midnight and Tim will wonder where I am."

"Tell him you're sleeping at your girlfriend's house," she said with a giggle. 

"But Philip will want sex."

"Maybe, but what's wrong with that?"

"I don't know, Mei Chun."

"It's going to be part of the deal honey. Anyway it's great, you'll love it."

"But Tim."

"Well, I can text Philip and ask if he can just fuck me while I'm licking you. How would that be?"

"Well, that's not really cheating I guess. But not tonight. I'll ring you when I get up."

"Great, I'll chat with him and talk tomorrow. Bye, honey. Love you!"

That last, "love you," before she hung up hit Karla like a falling meteor. It made her eyes lose focus. She liked the sound of it so much, let it echo in her mind, petting it like a furry cat on her lap. Did Mei really love her? She understood that she wanted her to. Did she love Mei? She felt the desire to love her but was it already present or was it just forming and what was the difference? And what about Tim? How would he react? How could she just dump him? She resolved not to. If Mei could have her and Philip than she could have Mei and Tim. But fucking Philip would have to be part of the deal like Mei said. That would mean it would only be fair if Mei fucked Tim too. Things were getting complicated. 

##########

Karla had been back at the gym for a couple of hours when Kenisha arrived, clocked in and immediately went on break without saying a word. Amanda, the other salon worker in on Saturday, an Hispanic lady in her forties, took note and gave Karla an inquiring look. "She's not feeling well today," was all Karla said. 

Kenisha returned after twenty minutes and began dealing with clients and did a blowout and nails, chatting as usual with her customers but when those two were finished she told Karla that she wasn't feeling well and asked to be let off.

"Of course, Kenisha, if you're not feeling well. Just clock out and Anita and I will finish your shift." And Kenisha turned and left. Anita was dumbfounded and resentful. 

Philip received Karla's text and saw the young black woman exit the building and head for a parking garage across the street. He followed. "Excuse me," he said, catching up to her on the opposite curb, "You're Kenisha, right?"

She smiled in return, thinking he must have been a member. "Yes, that's right."

"I'm a friend of Karla's and would like to talk with you for a few moments. Can I buy you a coffee?"

Kenisha's eyes turned to steel. "I have to be going."

He stepped in front of her and said, in as friendly a manner as he could, "Listen, Kenisha. You're blackmailing Karla, and I wanted to give you the benefit of my experience and talk this through with you before you make a mistake that could cost you a few years in jail. It'll only take a few minutes and we'll talk in public. You can leave at any time. I won't be threatening or abusive. Just two adults having a nice chat. Ok?"




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 13



Her instinct told her to run, panic was starting to take hold, but something about the guy gave her a sense of calm and she really didn't know what she was doing. "You're not recording us or anything. Not going to call the police?"

"Just a chat. No recording, no police." He touched her elbow and turned her toward the corner, a Starbucks competitor just ahead. "You and I have a lot in common, Kenisha."

"Oh really," she said, following his intended path. "I find that hard to believe."

"People have so much more in common then they realize at first meeting. Any two people have more in common than they can know just from appearances."

They entered and took a booth at the back.

"So what do we have in common?"

"Well, I'm a blackmailer too, sort of. But you'll allow me to keep the details a secret if you don't mind."

"Really. How is it going for you?" she said with a tone that made it clear she didn't believe him.

"Wonderfully successful, so far. But see I have experience and I'm not shooting for such low stakes as you are. If I understand correctly, you have a great bit of material, a recording of Karla having sex on gym property, and you're threading to get her fired."

"You're wired aren't you?"

"No."

"I don't believe you," she said as an order taker came to their table.

"A latte for me and an eclair please, Kenisha?" he waited while Kenisha asked for a cappuccino.

"I can prove it to you if you'd like."

"Ok... prove it."

He stood up, walked to the back, gesturing for her to follow him. When she was next to him he pushed open the men's room door and motioned her inside. He turned, locked the door and began stripping. 

"This is how you prove it?" she said, nonplussed.

"Can you think of a better way? Look through my clothes," he said.

"So, free balling are we?" she said, seeing he wore no underwear and remarking to herself that his cock was on the large side. 

"Almost always, Kenisha. Find any recording devices? Any wires?"

"No. You're clean I guess. Give your phone to the waitress and we'll talk."

He dressed and they returned to the booth, their coffees on the table. He put his phone on the counter and sat in the booth. 

"Did you like that? Getting naked turn you on?"

"Usually yes, but this is business. Frequently I try to merge business with pleasure but not today. Anyway, let's get down to brass tacks." He took a sip of his coffee, added some sugar and continued. "I don't want Karla disturbed. I don't want the mental anguish and I don't want her calling me at two o'clock telling me she can't sleep 'cause that bitch Kenisha is asking for money' or something like that. Understand?"

"Yeah."

"But from your perspective, you've got this great recording that you can use to make her do whatever you want. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity to take a little break and take it easy for a while. Is that right? And you want to get what good fortune has dropped in your lap and see how far it gets you."

"Ok... so what if that were true?"

"Well, we have to decide what it is you want and come to some agreement. If we can't do that Kenisha, you'll find that things could turn very bad for you."

"Like how?"

"Well, I told you that I've got some experience, and I do. I don't want you to take this as a threat, but I can do things, computer wise, that you've probably read about. You know what identity theft is and how it really fucks up people's lives? That's the kind of thing, and worse. It's what I do when I blackmail. You see, to be really good at it, to really have someone helpless, you need more than one item, more than one pressure point you can push on. All you can do to Karla is get her fired. But then what happens, Kenisha, have you thought about it? If she gets fired you have nothing else you can do to her, so then she is free to go to the police and get a lawyer and since she knows who you are and you have to divulge what you have to Mr. Williams you'll be shown to be the blackmailer, then you go to jail."

She felt her position weaken dramatically. She knew he was right, she'd thought far enough ahead to know that if Karla were indeed fired she'd have no more leverage over her.

He let her think, then when he saw her look at him again he knew she was looking to him for a way out. "And what is most disappointing is that you've ruined for good a relationship with Karla. She seems like a very nice person to me and she told me of how the two of you were friends, or at least close working companions, and that's worth so much more than a few days off and a couple of hundred dollars. Don't you think so?"

Kenisha didn't answer but felt the truth of his statement.

"So, here is what you have. You can get a low level manager at a gym fired. Congratulations. And the most you can get out of that is some, I don't know, personal satisfaction, a few shifts taken, a few days off and maybe you can get some money out of her. Karla doesn't have much money anyway, I mean not in the tens of thousands, so that's not going to produce much benefit to you. On the other hand, let's say I advise her to go to the police and they begin an investigation. By doing that she has pretty much guaranteed she won't be fired, no matter what your recording has on it. I mean, think of the position the gym is in. So what if she had consensual sex on their property, if they obstruct an investigation into blackmail, conducted on their property by a fellow employee a lawyer would rip them a new asshole. Think of the publicity it would bring." He tasted the eclair, was pleased to find it wasn't bad, and let her think a bit.

Kenisha looked down, stirred her coffee, looked about a bit then back up at him, which was her cue for him to continue talking.

"If, however, you stop now you can get away with this without risking yourself. You see, blackmail is about anonymity. You must first protect yourself from discovery. Once the mark knows who you are, you've failed and need to start over with someone else. That's the first rule. So, and this is my heartfelt advice, Kenisha, let this one go and if you really want to be a blackmailer, start over with someone else and keep rule one in mind."

"I don't want to be a blackmailer," she said, "I just... I just got pissed off when this little Asian tart sauntered into the spa and Karla just went all weak in the knees and shit."

"A lesbian yourself, Kenisha?"

"Not really..."

"Then...?"

"Not officially, I guess."

"I don't understand."

She looked at him like he was stupid, with a tilting of the head and eyes more open. 

"Oh... I see. First girl crush then?"

"Yeah, somethin' like that."

"Are there any straight women in San Francisco anymore?" he asked rhetorically. 

"All right, I'll stop," she said, instantly glad of the decision. 

"Great, that's really the best decision. I mean if you had more then I might suggest an alternative plan but you jumped the gun, got too excited with what you had."

"It feels dirty anyway."

"Great," he said, "and listen," he took an envelope out of his pants pocket, "I was hoping you would decide that. Here is something to make it less of a disappointment."

"What is it?"

"It's ten thousand. And of course I want your assurance that you delete all copies of the file and I want a signed confession that you've committed blackmail so that I can be assured that if you do reconsider and use the recording to get her in trouble that we'll have no problem convincing the police to at least make your life miserable for a few weeks. I could do that myself of course, but it's so much more effective when the cops do it."

She saw the green of the notes under the envelope flap and thrilled at the prospect of having that much cash. "Ok," she said, not able to hide her smile.

"Just write up something like, 'I, Kenisha Smith, did record Karla Jones on such and such a date and used that recording to coerce Karla Jones into doing favors for me against her will.' Something like that and sign it and give it to Karla. I think an apology would be in order as well."

"I will."

"What about finding a new job? Unless you two can work together, which I kinda find hard to imagine, you'll need to work somewhere else."

"I like working there."

"Well, I mean, you should have thought about that don't you think?"

"Yeah."

"I guess you could apologize. Work harder than you ever have done and really show her you're sorry."

"She would never trust me again."

"Hmm," he thought for a minute. "Perhaps giving her something to equalize things might help."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, give her something of equal value that would get you fired. That would be a token of your trust." He offered her a bit of eclair by cutting it with a fork and making a gesture of moving the plate to the middle of the table. "You said you like her, right? Sexually?"

"Yeah," she said, taking the offered pastry. 

"Did you find the Asian girl attractive?"

"Yeah, I mean I don't have a fetish like Karla does but she's pretty."

"Well do this, next time they are in the massage room, go in naked and ask to join them. Tell Karla to shoot a movie on her phone and that way you are both guilty of the same thing and your audio recording becomes worthless."

"Wow, you know what your doing don't you?"

"Yeah. And then I'll have Karla return your confession and then all this ends. And you're ten thousand ahead. And, Kenisha," he said, popping the last bit of the chocolate pastry into his mouth, "you'll have me as a friend and I reward my friends in really spectacular fashion."

"I don't know if I have the nerve to do that."

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained," he said, then, "I think we are done. It was really a great pleasure to meet you and I hope we have the opportunity again soon."

"And mix business with pleasure?"

"That would be fantastic, yes. But listen, don't go into blackmail as a hobby. It's very dangerous and if you're not good at it you'll end up in jail."

"Yeah. That and I don't like being a bitch."

"Super," he said and got up. "Goodbye, Kenisha."

"Thank you," she said, "What was your name again?"

"Philip," he said over his shoulder on the way out. 

##########

He waited, unseen, for a moment, until he saw Kenisha leave the coffee shop, trot across the street at the light and re-enter the gym.

He texted Karla, "I think your troubles are over. Be willing to forgive."

He went back to his car feeling satisfied and drove to another coffee shop, this time in San Jose near the engineering college.



From Jenny to Mei Ch. 14



After lunch Mei kept reviewing how the first meeting between Philip and Karla went. It was very important to her, she had so much invested in this plan. Of course she wanted to keep her relationship and the great sex with Karla but she wanted it for Philip too. 

She'd planned on introducing her in a much more dramatic way, in a leather getup and on her knees, arms tied behind her back and that ring gag in her mouth. She wanted her ready for him, kneeling at the door or something like that. But Kenisha ruined that idea. Anyway things seemed to have worked out. She could see Karla wasn't taken with Philip but she wasn't rude and she'd come around. Philip seemed to like what he saw. He was polite and offered to help her. Overall it was a good first meeting. 

Back at the center she sought out Jerome and spent as much time with him as she could, singing to him at every opportunity. She thought about her card, made of metal for god's sake, and thought about its buying power but realized it couldn't help Jerome. 

Since she took a long lunch she texted Philip to see if she could stay late today and, getting his agreement, called the taxi company and told the dispatcher she'd need to reschedule and would call when she was ready. 

Between protecting the kids from themselves and trying to take moments to nurture Jerome, she caught herself daydreaming about the card and thought about places she could go and things she could buy like an eighty-five thousand dollar Hermès handbag or fabulous shoes. She thought of Markéta and the shopping they could do together. Then she considered these kids and wondered if money could make a difference. If she had a million to spend what could be done for them? First she'd hire more trained professionals to staff the place. The facilities, if a bit institutional, were in good shape. It was the care and the attention these kids needed and while Sarah was trained, most of the auxiliary staff like her were not. She wondered if she could use the card to donate to the center and decided to call Ms. Patterson back and see what power the thing really had. 

##########

Ai had read Philip's short messages half a dozen times or more since their exchange.

Ai,

How's school?

I had a great time with you and wanted to thank you again for your invaluable assistance in getting my project completed. It was a great success!

Philip

She didn't over analyze it, didn't wish it longer or for anything more like a 'Dear' before her name in the salutation. What was important was that he was making contact and only two days after her visit to his home. The universe was following through.

She wrote back:

Philip,

School is great. I was really hoping you would contact me again. Call me with all the details!! It's my personal cell. 

Ai

It might've sounded too eager but she didn't care. She didn't want to play games. She wanted him to know she was interested. In fact, she wanted him to take her to bed right away. 

He texted soon after asking her to coffee: "Got time this afternoon or evening to get together? Nothing serious, just a coffee if you're free."

Of course she responded right away. "I'll be around all evening... just text me when you're close."

She had an appointment tonight, a two hour for eight fifty but she'd drop it in an instant if he wanted to turn their coffee encounter into something more interesting.

His text came in an hour and forty minutes later with a name of a coffee shop and an address. "I'll be there in forty minutes."

She responded with a grinning emoji and forty five minutes later pranced into the coffee shop looking exactly as a college girl should. She wore a light gray school sweatshirt, jeans and her hair in a ponytail. No makeup applied or needed; she looked young, vital and energetic. 

She saw Philip and rushed toward him. "Hiya," she bubbled, "great to see you again!" She extended on her tip toes and kissed his cheek. "Thanks for the email." 

"Sure, Ai. Great to see you too. You look fantastic."

"Thanks. So what's up? The machine perfected?" She curled up in the leather armchair he'd reserved for her.

"Well you know in engineering nothing is ever perfected, just improved, but thanks to your help and suggestions my girlfriend loved it. But nothing's up really, just wanted to stop by and say hi and buy you a cup of coffee."

"Oh that's so sweet. I'm kinda already wired though and another cup would probably turn me into a rambling mess."

"Yeah, me too. You ok here or you want to go for a walk?"

"Nah, I'm good here for a while. We can walk in a few minutes if you want."

"How are classes?"

"Good. I've only got one since it's summer but Applied Hydraulics is lots of fun. You know, I keep thinking about your machine in class, I mean when the title of one of the professor's PowerPoint slides was 'Creative Uses for Industrial Rams' I just couldn't stop laughing. I'd like to make one of your rams as a class project. I think hydraulics might make the action more smooth, fluid, you know? But that might not get a good grade no matter how well it was designed and presented."

"You want to make one anyway?"

"Really? Like for myself?"

"Sure. My first floor is a shop. I have everything you need, pipe presses, lathes, a press brake, drill press, acetylene and arc welders. You could build anything you wanted. I'll finance the parts if you want, my gift."

"Wow, you're kidding?" she grinned and nearly hopped out of the chair in excitement. "Wow, I'd love to work in a real shop, all laid out right with good tools and plenty of space."

"Come over tomorrow and take a look. You have any appointments?"

"Yeah, three but I could come in the morning. The first one is an outcall in a hotel across the bay downtown and it's not till two."

"Great, come over at like ten or so."

"Wow, super! I'll be there."

"Need the address?"

"No way," she said playfully, "I made a contact for you when I was leaving. I was hoping you would call me again."

That was nice he thought. "Want to see..." his phone rang, it was Karla, he silenced it and resumed, "...our machine in action?"

"Wow, you mean live with your girl?"

"Maybe sometime, but I have a video I took last night, just the raw footage." He'd show her the first half as he wasn't sure she'd appreciate the whipping. 

"God, I'd love to!"

He was sitting with his back to the wall and got out his laptop and traded places with her. She sat down, took a look at the others in the room and received the laptop from him, the video queued and ready to go. 

"This in your place?" she asked and saw him nod, "Wow, you've really got it tricked out."

"Yeah, I've never been able to do things half way."

"What's the one in the background for? ... Oh wow, she's pretty," she said as the camera revealed Mei's face.

"It's for rear domination."

"Oh yeah, I see that. That something you're into?" she asked, looking with a pixie's eyes at him over the screen.

"She is more than I am but I'm beginning to understand the attraction."

"Of anal?"

"Yeah. You might like it if you give it another chance."

"If it's the right guy," she said, eyes again connecting with his.

"Discipline bother you? A little whipping?"

"Same, only if the guy knows what he's doing. You know what I mean? Sometimes it's just farting around or the guy is timid or I'm not in the mood. You really have to be in the mood, like really... in the mood, you know? And it can't be just about his kink, you know?"

"Yeah, otherwise it's no fun for the girl. It's got to have a purpose."

"Right, exactly."

He went quiet for a minute or two and let her stare at the screen. He saw her mouth slacken and eyes throb wider, then relax. 

"God, I wish I could... wait, I have ear buds. Hand me my backpack."

He gave her the heavy blue backpack leaning on his chair and she dug out some white headphones.

"This'll be much better," she said, making contact with his eyes before she slid them into the headset jack. 

She settled back and watched the video again. About three minutes in she said, "Wow," out loud, then, "Maybe a coffee would be a good idea."

He got up and ordered two lattes and brought over the sugar jar and a wooden swizzle in her cup. She didn't look away for more than a second or two, just long enough to pour in the sugar. She stirred it while focusing on the screen and he looked at her knees in her jeans and remembered the softness of her skin.

"Oh my god," she said at one point. A minute later she said, "I know exactly what she's feeling." And a few moments later another, "Oh - my - god," again, this time slow and drawn out, each word its own sentence. 

When the first part was done and she figured the action was over, she closed the laptop and took out her ear buds. 

"My... well, that was intense. She really liked your gift."

"Yes. There is more," she began to reach for the lid again, "but it might be too much for a coffee shop."

"Right," she looked around and put her hand on the lid. "Did I look like that?" He smiled an answer. "Wow, that was so hot. You got a few extra minutes?"

"When's today's appointment?"

"Later... and that lucky SOB is going to get so much more than he is paying for."

Philip felt a real sense of jealousy like a jab in the heart. Then said, "What's your target? Like your earnings goal." He tried to sound merely conversational.

"Oh, like before I quit?" She saw that's what he meant. "I guess the total cost of my degree and I'm hoping to go to grad school, a couple of hundred thousand I guess. I figure with weekends and breaks I'll be doing this through my first couple years of grad school."

"Get any scholarships?" He took the laptop back. 

"Yeah but they don't cover that much."

"Would you quit if you could?"

"Yeah," she answered without thinking it through. Then she said, "But to be honest... I mean, what girl doesn't like being treated like a goddess three of four times a day and the guys are usually pretty great. Not like what I expected, a lot older and some are real gentlemen, you know, like you. I would never have met you without this job."

"It's probably because you charge so much."

"Well, that's the idea, and I have great reviews so I can charge four hundred an hour and no one bats an eye."

"So anonymous sex has its virtues?"

"You know," she tilted her head in concentration, "it's not the randomness of it I don't think, well maybe, but I think it's the volume. But sometimes with that, you know, sometimes I'm not in the mood for it and I have to perform anyway. Sometimes I'd just like to feel loved and made love to after a nice massage and a guy telling me he loves me." She brushed her hair with her fingers, "It's odd, I get more sex than about 99.999% of the women in California, but no one to love me. Know what I mean?" 

"I'm sorry, Ai. Really." 

"That's sweet... anyway, someday Prince Charming will come calling."

"And pay off your student loans?"

"Yeah, right. He's a prince right? They're loaded. So you said there's more?"

"Uh huh. A bit intense. Do you think you might be offended by a bit of discipline?"

"Oh... don't worry about that. You sure about right now? Maybe we could... you know? Anyone in that bathroom?"

"Not now."

"Can I?" she looked a bit sheepish, didn't wait for an answer, picked up her backpack and put it on her lap. "Just look in my eyes, ok?" she said and undid the top button on her jeans and slid her fine little hand down her pants. He noticed her scooch her ass down and widen her knees a bit. The pack gently rocked on her lap. 

The look she gave him was so intimate it almost make him turn away. Her eyes never moved their focus but grew wide then softened a bit, her top teeth bit her lower lip. A guy made his way past them to the bathroom, but she never looked away, totally unconcerned about being discovered. He relaxed a bit, leant back in his chair and looked to watch the bulge in her crotch as her fingers dove down and rubbed her hole. 'Wow,' he thought, 'she's masturbating in a coffee shop looking in my eyes. How fucking hot is that?' He started talking, not thinking of the words before they left his mouth. "I want to get you back on that machine."

"Oh... Mmmm."

"To see you like this. Kiss you again and feel you shudder in my arms."

"Philip... Philip..." she whispered.

"I wanna wear you out."

She whined in an ever increasing pitch until her eyes closed tightly, a furrow developed between her eyebrows and she shook in ecstasy. 'Goddamn that was hot,' he thought. But she wasn't finished. Her eyes opened again, her mouth now an oval, breath coming quick. "You have the most amazing eyes. Keep looking at me." She sped up her hand, the bag now rolling with the motions of her wrist. "Say my name."

"Ai, Ai, Ai," he said, very slowly and firmly. "Pretty Ai. Sexy Ai. Lovely Ai."

"Yes," she whispered, "Philip."

"Come again for me, beautiful Ai."

"Oh," she squinted and whined, all the while drilling his eye with hers. "Oh... my... ughhhh!" she grunted loud enough for the staff to look over their way. She kicked him in the calf as she went rigid and held it, slowing her hand to a gentle stroke. "Oh, god. That was a good one. Two good ones," she said a moment later as she withdrew her hand and sat up strait, eyes still on his, sort of searching. "You really do something to me."

"I'm flattered."

"If you were my boyfriend you'd be one tired bastard. You really in love with that girl?"

"Yeah."

"That's sweet, but too bad for me."

He took the thumb drive marked 'Ai' out of the Mac and handed it to her. "Needless to say, this goes nowhere off of this drive, ok? Not even a copy on your PC."

"Wow, sure. Can't wait to watch it."

"You're amazing, Ai," he said, standing up, "See you tomorrow. Send me a text when you're nearby."

"Ok, Philip, can't wait." She got up and gave him a wonderfully wet kiss.

He left thinking about his life since he met Mei. His sex life had markedly improved. He had a girlfriend/slave who loved him without restraint, or with restraint for that matter, and there was the promise of at least casual sex with three more, four if he counted the better than even odds with Kenisha. So far so good. 

He decided to foreswear any more hacking. It worked twice and that would be enough. He didn't need it and didn't enjoy it like he used to. Time to grow up. He also pondered that too. What would life be like in ten years? Would Mei be around? Would they be married? He didn't think so. Not because he wouldn't want her but because she would outgrow him. He was, at thirty-five, finished maturing for the most part and she at twenty-four had a lot of growing still ahead. Nothing is more damaging to a relationship than one party changing while the other stays frozen in habits and perceptions. He didn't like thinking like this, so he stopped, and thought about work instead as he waited for traffic on the 880 to move. He also thought about renovating his place. 

##########

The loft was loud when Philip wasn't around. The street noises, the air conditioner, and even the loneliness had a greater volume when he wasn't there. Mei played some music on her phone to fill the emptiness and did more naked cleaning in hopeful anticipation of arousing him when he returned. 

A call from Karla came in and as she took it she wondered about Markéta and what she was up to.

"Hey, what did he do?" she asked, the shock evident in her voice, "and why don't you answer your phone? I've been calling you, like, since forever."

"I leave it in a desk at the center. The phone bothers some of the kids."

"She came in and apologized! Said she was sorry and started crying. Is he there?"

"Not yet."

"Can you believe it!? What did he do?"

"I don't know. I haven't talked to him."

"My god. He must have threatened her or something. Scared the hell out of her I guess. I can't believe it. She even gave me a note confessing everything and said to give it to Philip. I tried to call him but no answer. He texted me before she came in, with like, things were fixed and to be prepared to forgive."

"I told you he's amazing."

"Yeah, I mean, what... she had coffee with him and in the space of, like, twenty minutes, convinced her to stop. She's still here working so I'm about to go."

"Want to come over? I'll have to ask him but..." She toyed with her collar, rotating the thick leather around her neck by the d-rings.

"Nah, I'd better go home. But I'm off tomorrow and Monday."

"Tomorrow I'm at the center again but I get off at five. Why don't you come over and say thank you." Mei had one hand holding the phone to her ear and with the other she supported her right breast in her palm. She hefted it with fingers splayed wide, admiring its weight.

"Would he want that?"

"He is big on gratitude."

"Yeah, well I guess it's inevitable and I really do owe him a lot. Why don't you double check with him."

"Ok." Mei knew he loved her breasts and with that knowledge she felt a new sense of pride in them. She pinched the nipple and thought about feeding it to him again. 

Karla knew the call was about the end. "Hey, Mei Chun. I..." she paused, stumbled a bit, awkwardly trying not to make it awkward.

"Yeah, baby?" Mei heard it in her voice, the hesitant, shy sound girls make over the phone as a substitute for looking down and blinking.

"I..."

"That is so sweet, Karla. You don't have to say it... tell me next time your fingers are inside me."

"You say the sexiest things."

"Bye, honey. Love you."

"Mei Chun, I... I love you too."

Mei felt her heart leap. "See..." she said with warmth, "that wasn't so hard," then purred, "and it sounds so nice, Karla. Bye."

"Bye."

The final lock snapped at the door and Mei knew her man was home. She got up and ran to the door to be there when he opened it.

"Hi, baby," she said with sincere sultry overtones and wrapped her arms around him, brushing her naked nipples against his shirt. She laid on one of those wet soft kisses that he loved. "How was the rest of your day?" 

"Tiring. I've been getting calls from Karla all evening. Someone has got to tell her to be patient. She tell you what happened?"

"Yeah, just got off the phone with her. She said Kenisha was crying, saying how sorry she was."

He turned toward the couch. "Good, get me a beer honey." 

"There's one on the coffee table for you. It's a green one. Want the brown one instead?"

The sight of a Heineken in a makeshift ice bucket made Philip proud and a look at Mei told him she was proud too.

"So what did you do to her?"

"I just explained to her the fundamentals, told her that she'd jumped the gun and if she wanted to blackmail someone she'd better have more than one point of leverage on them. Basic blackmail 101 really." He took the bottle from her hand and watched her body as she coiled up next to him. "I told her she'd do time if she went through with it, and I think she trusted me. She doesn't have the heart of a blackmailer."

"Well Karla is ecstatic and so appreciative. She'd like to come over tomorrow night and show you how much."

"You're adding a bit of spin aren't you? She's reluctant, I could tell by her personality at lunch, she's the careful sort."

"Did you like her? I mean, I know you saw her naked already but what did you think. Isn't she beautiful?"

"I've never seen hair that color. Is it natural?"

"Yeah, that's what she tells me, and you saw her pubes didn't you? They're red too."

"She had one fantastic body, love those breasts of hers."

"They are absolutely perfect. She's got these incredibly sensitive nipples that beg for sucking. But I mean... how did you like her personality?"

"Well. She's nice. Not the way you are nice but she's pleasant. Given that she probably hates me at the moment she was very cordial."




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 14



"She is nice. Wait until she warms up to you. She's under a lot of stress. And she is really grateful."

"I'm glad. My good deed for the day."

"What else did you do?" She repositioned to sit cross legged, facing him and motioned for him to put his foot on her lap. She removed his shoe and sock then began a gentle rubbing of his foot.

"I saw a friend in San Jose."

Mei wondered if it was a girl kind of friend but knew enough not to ask and anyway, what could he do that would disappoint her? He had given her everything and anyway she was his possession.

"Good. You need to get out more. Can I do anything for you?"

"You're doing it, honey."

"Can I take a massage class?"

He didn't have to ask why and said, "Sure. I'll find you some time somehow. Maybe when your flower arranging starts we can alternate weeks."

"Sounds great, I just want to be able to do this better." 

She experimented, found he liked the soft tickling of his foot that would drive most people crazy. She patted her lap and called for his other foot. He moved to lay out on the couch, a pillow behind his head and extended it to her. She took off his shoe and sock, leaned back a bit, raised and spread her knees and set his feet on her thighs to let him see. A moment later he was indeed looking at her soft, moist folds with a hungry look in his eye that made her feel powerful. She was always amazed at the effect a naked pussy had on a man. It turned the most powerful of them into putty but with Philip it was more simply raw lust, a tickling of his deep, primitive brain. 

"Have you eaten? Can I get you something?" she asked.

"I'll get a sandwich in a bit, thanks. You?"

"I'm good, pizza with the kids. But you didn't finish your lunch."

"Yeah, I don't like to stuff myself. Enough is enough."

"Do you think you'll get too much of me? Stuff yourself?"

"I don't think that's possible, honey."

"Even with me naked all the time?"

"Especially with you naked all the time."

"You like looking at my pussy? You're making me wet you know?"

"You're making me hard."

"Philip, do you really like to go down on me? Or is it just, sort of your payment in kind for a blow job?"

"Are you kidding? I mean you can't tell?"

"Well... I... Some guys don't like it," she said a bit defensively.

"Some guys, honey, dress up like a she goat and get fucked up the ass by their plumber, but that's not me, ok? I love sucking your pussy more than... really, I mean this, more than a blow job."

"Even the one I did this morning?"

"Ok... well that was off the charts so maybe not that much but I love it."

"Was it better than Sarah's blow job? She told me she took you all the way down."

"Yeah, well she was spectacular too but... I don't know. She didn't love me and you do. Maybe that's the difference."

"I think she did love you. I think she still does."

"Nah. She was a call girl. It was her job to make every guy think she was in love with them."

"Ah, men can be so stupid," Mei said, the exasperation in her voice genuine. "What was she going to do to show you? She'd offered for you not to pay, she took extra time with you. But you know, she probably figured that by you paying her you wanted to keep it a business kind of thing. She probably pined for you in prison the whole time. She wrote to you didn't she?"

"Yeah."

"Ok. How many hookers are going to write their customers in jail?"

"Yeah, well, I said we were friends. It wasn't just a purely business thing anyway."

"How many letters did you get from other friends?"

"Hmmm. In four years, maybe ten total."

"How many from Sarah?"

"About thirty."

"God Philip. No offense ok... and no spanking please, but you can be thick. Thirty letters from a woman to a guy is prison is like Romeo and Juliet level romance, ok? Were they tender and soulful or light and funny?"

"They were friendly and funny."

"Poor girl."

"What?"

"She really was in love with you. I bet she cried over every one."

"What are you talking about?"

"She wouldn't send you heartbreakingly morose, 'love you till I die' kind of letters while you were the slammer. How selfish would that be? She wanted you to be as happy as you could be and know she would be there when you got out. Wow," she thought out loud, "I have new respect for her. If I were her I'd scratch my eyes out."

"Why?"

"Well think about it. She falls in love with you, you get thrown in jail, she keeps in touch, sending light happy letters to keep your spirits up, then you get out and, what... did you give her the cold shoulder or what?"

"I wanted to make a break with my past, and anyway, her letters tapered off toward the end."

"So rather than look her up, months go by and she doesn't hear from you and figures you've changed. Then a couple of years later, just as her hopes are finally extinguished, you come in and bring this younger woman to be, like, taken under her wing at the center." She paused, "Really, if I were her I'd be such a bitch I'd run like a scalded dog."

It wasn't exactly like that but Philip was astounded at the sense she was making. "But," he said, "I saw her lots of times since then and she was dating Mitch since about a month after I got out."

"Yeah? So?"

"So she couldn't have been in love with me and then start dating him just when I got out."

"Of course she could. You've heard of Plan B, right?"

"Yeah, but..."

"Women are stupid in love, like, most of the time, but we're not fools. We've got, like, half the shelf-life men do. If we don't get a man before we're thirty or thirty-five at the outside then it's never going to happen. No matter how great the guy is, if he's not serious by the time we're thirty-five it's on to Plan B."

"She asked me why I didn't blackmail her," he said, thinking while he spoke and passing his hands through his hair.

"See?"

"But I didn't think she cared about me that way."

"Of course she did. So how are you going to make it up to her?"

"How am I supposed to make it up to her? And what do I have to make up for?"

"I don't know."

"I mean, if she loves me like you say I'd have to marry her. She's getting up there and if she ever wanted kids she'd have to start now."

"I don't want you to marry her."

"I wouldn't think so."

"But couldn't you..." she was searching while she spoke, "you know?"

He waited, seeing that look she had when she was applying brainpower to a problem. He went back to looking at her pussy.

"Couldn't you just start having sex with her again? Or if you think I'd be jealous just invite her into our family? I mean for a woman in her thirties she's really hot and ..." she looked at the glowing block wall, "I bet she has some awesome techniques."

"But think about what you just said. If I invite her to have sex with us then she'd be watching the man she's supposed to love having sex with another woman."

"How about having sex with her yourself, tell her it's on the sly. Is she still dating what's his name?"

"No, Mitch dumped her when he found out she'd been a whore."

"Is that what she said?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Sounds likely enough. So Plan B fell through, time to go back to Plan A."

"You mean you think she dumped him?"

"No, not necessarily. He could have found out but perhaps she got all bitchy and took the opportunity to let him leave. Know what I mean?"

"All so she could get back to me? Doesn't sound convincing."

"That's cause you're a man. Makes perfect sense to me."

"Anyway," he played with his hair again, "inviting her to have sex with us wouldn't work."

"Why not?"

"Like I said, her jealousy would preclude it, don't you think?"

"How old is she?"

"Thirty-six."

"Any other prospects? She dating anyone?"

"No, I don't think so. The thing with Mitch happened last month."

"She'll come."

"Why?"

"She'd much rather go back to the one she wanted in the first place and fight off another woman than have to start from scratch."

In a totally fucked up way, it made sense to him. 'Do women really think like this?' he wondered.

"But what about you. I don't want you and Sarah fighting over me. That might sound fun to some guys but not me. I like peace in my life. Drama is like poison and I don't want any."

"Don't be silly. Once she realizes that she has to share she'll be fine. As long as she's free to leave when a new Plan B comes along then she'll accommodate. I mean, after all, she's getting zero of you right now. Something is better than nothing, and that goes for girls as well as guys, ok."

"But she's probably hoping for a kid."

"Of course she is. It's been a month since the breakup right?"

"Yeah, about that."

"In three months she'll be thinking of sperm banks and fertility clinics. In six she'll be dragging guys home from bars and in a year she'll host an 'impregnate me' party at the civic center."

"So how am I supposed to help?" He saw her look at him. That funny turn in the corner of her lip and the way she turned her head off center that raised her right ear. "No!"

"Why not?"

"No way! Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Why not?"

"You want me to give her a kid?" She didn't speak a word but let her eyes talk. "You're insane."

"Listen," she said, waiting for him to settle down. "It's not like I'm hoping you'll get her pregnant. Not like I want it, ok. But what's your objection?"

"I don't... I can't just have a kid with just anyone. You, maybe. A kid with you, ok, I understand the logic there. But to take the responsibility for a kid. My boy or girl, with a woman I don't love. It's just not right."

"Why do you say you don't love her?"

"Cause I don't."

"You like her right?"

"Sure, I like her."

"Like is love's suburb."

"Love is wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone."

"Can't you see staying friends with her for the rest of your life?"

"Sure. I hope we do, but..."

"But what? Listen, if you don't she's going to have one on her own. I mean we haven't spoken about that but I'm around her when she's with these children at the center. She's great with kids and if what you've told me about her is true and I'm right about how she feels towards you. Well, she'll have one anyway and with a guy she won't ever see again." She put both of his feet in her lap. "So what's worse? You as a sometimes dad, mom's friend and occasional pal or no dad at all?"

"You're forgetting I don't want kids with her."

"Ok... ok... sorry to have brought it up. I just think you'd make a good dad, that's all. And anyway, I'm right about the sex. Whether there is a kid or not she is dying to have you again."

"I doubt it."

"Anyway, I told you last week how much thinking of you two together turns me on."

"Why is that, do you think?"

"I don't know. Voyeurism maybe, or the romance of it."

"Is there anything about sex you don't like?"

"Nope," she said with a cheerful grin. 

"Anyway you could teach her a thing or two about giving head." His phone buzzed with an incoming text. 

"Really? Was it that good?"

He glanced at his phone and saw it was from Ai. He continued his conversation, "Mei, it was the best I've ever had including Sarah. She does have a bigger mouth so it used to be a bit sloppier but yours was overall the most fun I've ever had with a mouth." 

The text read, "Holy Shit that second clip was HOT!"

Mei grinned like he'd given her a new necklace. "Wow. See want wanting something so bad can do for you? Proper motivation is the key." She explained because he had the dog holding a question mark look. "I wanted to be the best and I wanted you in my throat, all the way in and it must have overridden my gag reflex cause it was no problem. Want one right now? Then perhaps finish in my pussy?"

Philip put his phone on his chest and used his heel to open her legs a bit.

She tilted her head and said,"Yes, I'm wet. That reminds me. I called the concierge this morning on the way to the center and got my mother some flowers, I hope that's ok," he nodded, "and she asked me my mother's age and I said the magic number and I had an orgasm. Just a little one but it freaked me out. Can you believe it?"

"Wow, you're kidding. Holy shit. God the mind is amazing."

"How did you discover it?"

"I stumbled on it last week."

"I can't believe it works, I mean... did you hypnotize me?"

"You hypnotized yourself. You came every time when I pumped you that number of times."

"Wow that is amazing. What a neat trick. I'm tempted just to, like, repeat it like a chant but I'm afraid it will weaken with use."

"I really have no idea but let's get it more firmly associated in your head before you do that." He looked down again and she let go one hand from his foot and spread her inner labia for him. She loved the reaction, like he melted or something. 

"Anyway, you were talking about Sarah joining the party," he said, eyes locked on her pinkness. 

"Uh huh. Oh yeah, I forgot, Karla can come over tomorrow when I get off. Does that work for you?"

"Great. Order a taxi for her and tell her to bring a change of clothes."

"Sure. I'm so excited." 

She switched back to Sarah for a second. "If you can deal with the fireworks of Sarah being jealous then you should. It might get messy but once she realizes not to treat me as a threat she should fit right in. I mean the way she talked at lunch that time I know she loves sex and you said she'd been with girls while she was a pro, so it shouldn't be a problem."

"But wouldn't you be jealous?"

"Of course I would, but didn't you say if I can't feel some pain then what kind of love would it be? Anyway, it will keep me on my toes. Nothing like competition to make a woman work harder."

"She was concerned that it would it affect your performance at the center."

"You talked to her about it?"

"A bit. I did ask her for her help in your training and she agreed."

"Oh, wow. Do tell."

"Well this was before you met Karla and I was going to have her come over with you tied to the table and walk out and have her dominate you for a while, dressed in leather and with a mask on."

"Wow. I love it."

"But now that you've had your first girl it won't have any effect."

"Oh but. I don't know. I mean I could always pretend. You know, scream and writhe and cry, 'No master, keep the big bad lesbian away from me.' It might work."

"Well the idea was to expand you. Give you a new disturbing experience to help separate you from identifying with your former personality. Now it would just be for kicks."

"Is that so bad?"

"Well, no."

"Couldn't it be a reward for some service or especially good behavior?"

"I guess so. I'd have to see if she's really into it. I don't want to just use her. Especially if you are right that she has feelings for me."

"Yeah. If it means being around you she'll do it, but I know what you mean. I'm going to try to be extra nice to her, now that I know more." 

She changed the subject. "Have you thought about a donation to the center?"

"I already have."

"Oh wow, really? How much?"

"Uh. I'd rather not say."

"Oh? That much."

"Or that little. It's complicated because it's run by the city and if you give a huge lump sum a politician will just look at the total receipts and allocate resources elsewhere so it's been kind of an under the table sort of thing. It's complicated."

"So what? You just give Sarah a thick envelop full of hundreds and tell her to spend it on the kids?"

"Not quite but if she needs something she can't get from the regular channels then I help out. We are working with the city to try to augment their budget but we are being told that it wouldn't be fair to the city's other medical services, like your clinic, for example."

"That sucks."

"Yeah, well government sucks."

"You're my hero Philip." She saw him chuckle. "No I really mean it. You are amazingly generous and kind and you take such good care of me. I've written you a letter."

"Oh yes?"

"Yeah. It's a bit gushy but it tells you how I feel."

"Where is it?"

"I sent it the old fashioned way. I'm still a bit of an old fashioned girl you know."

If all the adjectives in the language were used to describe Mei Chun, he thought, old-fashioned would be last on the list. 

"Can't wait to read it. Now get up here and put your knees on the arm and grind your pussy into my face. I want you to see just how much I like licking your pussy."

"Yes! Master!" she said with a cute salute and an elongated pronunciation of 'master'. And after five or six minutes, head on the arm, pillow at his back, stretched out on the couch, her wet cunt sliding over his face, he said, "When you're close, chant the number and come."

"Yes, master." Several minutes into it she began a forward and backward thrusting, hitting his nose with her clit and giving it a rub. Just thinking of the number she was going to say was building the orgasm larger. In another moment she said, "oh god, oh god, Philip," and then she repeated, time and time again, "forty-four, forty-four, forty-four," in an ever louder, ever faster, ever higher pitched voice until she screamed it at the top of her lungs and collapsed, sitting on his chest, panting. Then she fell back, knees still up, her wet pussy on his chest. "Holy mother, that was fantastic!"

He took the opportunity offered by her position to glide his thumb along her slit, careful to avoid her clit, letting her come down gently. 

"Sex with you is sooo goood," she said, sighing like air leaving a parachute that just delivered its payload safely to the ground. "Best I've ever had, like, by miles" her voice was thick with satisfaction.

"That's some praise."

"Must be love. It's like Vietnamese food when you've only had burgers and fries your whole life. I bet I could come just looking in your eyes."

The coincidence startled him. What were the odds that said exactly what happened two hours earlier? He wondered if now was the time to mention it to her. Then he decided to test the waters. "So you're not the jealous type?"

"You have something to tell me?" By the frisky tone of her voice, he knew she was playing with him. He didn't answer.

"I have been doing all the taking, Philip and I've asked for a lot and I'm sure I'll ask for more."

"Do you have something in mind?"

"Yes but now is not the time to talk about it."

"I could force you."

"You could but it would be better for both of us if you let me ask when I'm ready." 

"Ok."

"But anyway, I've given it a lot of thought. I mean, you've given me all the freedom to have sex with Karla and Markéta. How do you deal with your jealousy?"

"I guess now that I know Karla it doesn't bother me so much and knowing that Markéta is, as you say, more in it for the fun means it's more for your enjoyment." He pressed her vulval lips apart and inspected her a bit, just because it interested him. 

"When is she returning, by the way?" He asked.

"Next Monday, for a whole week." She spread wider to give him a better look, "I can't wait. But what if I fall in love with Karla?"

"Hmm. I guess it depends if you're a lesbian or just bi. I think if you are bi or just curious and going through some bisexual stage then it's temporary and fun. If you're a lesbian and feel you could be with a women exclusively then I might have something to worry about."

"Are you kidding me?"

"No. Not really."

"Have you ever known a woman who loved cock as much as me? Has anyone adored your dick like I have?"

"Hmmm... Sarah did but I always thought that was an act. Now with all your talk I'm beginning to wonder."

"There is no way I could live without it. Dildos have their function in life, I suppose, like the one on Otto, but I could no more be exclusively lesbian than you could."

"Eh, in another life I'm sure I was."

"Listen, you asked about jealousy and I guess my concern," she said, twisting her hair around her finger, "is your heart. Your devotion to my happiness. I want your heart, or the largest part. I want to be the one you cry with, you know? The one you think of when you want to whip someone."




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 14



"I love you, Mei. I don't just toss that around."

"I know but I also know that parents love all their children. Know what I mean?"

"No. No, frankly I don't."

Mei had been planning on raising this subject since he allowed her to continue seeing Karla. She wanted to reciprocate, to let him know it was ok for him to be with other women, but that wasn't enough. She wanted him to love other women too, as he was willing to let her love Karla.

"Ok. Well imagine you have six kids or whatever. Would you love them all?"

"Of course."

"Well, why is it hard for you imagining loving six wives or girlfriends or slaves? Why the difference?"

"I don't know."

"Don't be a coward. Take the logical next step. Imagine having two of us loving you, living in the same house."

She let him think it through, her head at his feet, looking up into the blackness of the ceiling joists, imagining him imagine.

"But it would never work. A harem in San Francisco?"

"I really don't like you limiting yourself Philip. It's like an all-star pitcher having second thoughts before a big game. It's not worthy of you."

"Well..."

"I mean, why not? You've got the whole money thing taken care of and if you don't want to spend it on a big house and chauffeur, why not keep a couple of women around to keep you company?"

"But... it would never work. I mean think about the dynamics, the interpersonal conflicts."

"Only if the women weren't getting what they need. Look at me, I'm totally satisfied being your girl Friday or whatever and your sex slave. I'm even encouraging you to have sex with other women. And why? Because I'm getting exactly what I need. You just have to make sure you know what the others want. I mean you're already halfway there with Karla. She's going to be over here every chance she gets. How much harder would it be for her to move in?"

"Tim for one."

"Tim is her Plan B but she doesn't know it."

He was back to absentmindedly rubbing her slit after pausing when she started on this tangent. A tangent he found fascinating. 

"So what happens to our relationship when Karla or some other girl moves in?"

"If I like her then were like sisters. I always wanted a sister."

"Sisters who lick each other."

"Yeah, it's an imperfect analogy but you get the idea. I mean, as long as I were the, I don't know..."

"Queen?"

"Sure... why not? Someone's got to be your favorite for some things and why not me? I was here first and not queen maybe but first among equals. The person you trust most. And, like I said, the one you come cry with."

"What about the maternal instinct?"

"God with gay guys adopting and lesbians having kids, do you think you having kids with different women would raise any eyebrows. We don't even ask at the clinic anymore because so many of the women can't tell us who the father is."

"I don't really want a dozen kids running around my place."

"You're thinking way too far ahead. Anyway, what if I had your son? Would that freak you out?"

"No," he said simply, "but not soon ok? Don't get pregnant and call me from work crying and tell me I'm gonna be a daddy or anything."

"Yeah, I don't want one now anyway but the idea is ok because you love me. But when you love Karla or Sarah you'll feel the same way. Think how wonderful it would be for all of use to raise kids together, each kid having three or four mommies."

"Alright, you're freaking me out." 

She went silent, feeling his thumb rub her soft, damp girly bits and contemplating the life she'd just encouraged him to adopt, wondering if it was what she wanted too. It certainly was the logical extension of what they had begun and now that she'd said it felt she was committed. 

Despite himself he contemplated her scenario. He thought about her and Ai. Mei was focused on Karla, which was natural as she was her first, he figured, but he could not stop thinking about the pretty little Vietnamese Ai. What would it be like to take them both to bed? The two of them combined weighed only twenty pounds more than he. How much fun would it be? How satisfying? Then he realized what was holding him back. He didn't deserve it. Just like he didn't deserve his father's money, which is why he never spent any of it. He would have to think about it, talk it over with Mei and see what lay at the bottom of those feelings. 

He kept up his steady, distracted glide over Mei's lips and noticed an increase in the viscosity of her wetness. "What are you thinking about, Mei?"

"Your thumb. And I'm quietly counting. I wondered what you were doing having me count those times."

"Don't waste 'em."

"I won't. I'm a good girl. I was also thinking about you inside Karla."

"You know, when you said you could come looking in my eyes it made me think of someone."

"Really?" She sounded excited rather than wary. He pushed harder on her clit and heard her moan. 

"The friend I met in San Jose is a girl who helped me with Otto. She's a pro I hired to do a test run."

"So I wasn't the first?"

"No, sorry. I needed to tweak it and I wanted it to be perfect for you."

"Hmm that's sweet," her breathing became a bit more shallow. "Did you take advantage of her... you know, get the full value from her visit?"

"Yeah, well she was so grateful..."

"Tell me about it. What's she like?"

"She's a college kid in an engineering track at SJS and she's Vietnamese, about your size, which is why I got her. She's skinny, pretty face and hair." He purposefully played down her looks.

Her movements became real gyrations. "Was she hot?"

"Yeah, quite hot. Like you but different."

He saw her move her hands to her breasts and tug on her nipples. "Want to come already, Mei?"

"May I please? Talking like this gets me horny."

"Sure."

"Ok. Then in a minute. Tell me how she sucked your cock."

"She was on the machine and desperate. I basically just fucked her mouth." His pressing with his thumb was more firm but still rather slow. 

"Uhhmmm," she moaned. 

"She acted like it was the best cock she'd seen in months. Took me pretty deep and seemed to love it when I unloaded."

"Oh fuck. Now. Say it please, master."

His thumb was now mashed down on her clit, unmoving save for a side-to-side motion as she tried to rub herself to climax.

"Forty-four," he said and she started saying it too, the both of them chanting it a few times until she couldn't talk and just screamed. She bounced her ass on his chest, trying to get more movement under his thumb, pushing with her legs. Then she pressed up as far as she could, clamped her eyes closed and froze in an arch over him, her head and feet the only contact with the couch. Time froze for an instant and then she came down. 

She panted and huffed, "Wow... that is so strange... the number thing."

"And the idea of me with Ai?" He asked, getting up on the couch and maneuvering her body. 

"Is that her name?"

"Yeah."

"She pretty?"

"She is."

"Very pretty?"

"Too pretty to be a hooker."

"That pretty huh? Well why don't you invite her over and fuck her?"

They were on their knees facing each other.

"I wanted to see what you thought," he kissed her, "I'd rather you met her first. Let me know what you think."

"You don't need my," she kissed him back with lots of tongue, "opinion or anything, you know that."

He spun her around and pushed her torso over the arm of the couch, bending her at the waist. 

"Oh yeah," she said, blood rushing into her head, knowing what was coming. "Which hole?" she asked.

"Whichever one I get to first," he said, grabbing for the end of his belt.

"Fuck me thinking of her," she said as she reached back and spread her cheeks with her delicate fingers showing him her twin holes.

He quickly had his jeans at his knees, his cock in his hand. "Oh fuck, I love you, Mei." He leaned forward and pressed himself against her pussy lips, his head parted them and thrust deep inside her.

"Uhhhg," she groaned as he filled her, "oh god that is so good. Call me Ai!"

His head nearly exploded. 'Holy shit, she wants me to call her Ai. Goddamn, she'd really do anything for me.' He just couldn't believe it but he did as she asked. "Yes, Ai... fuck, yes, Ai." 

He fucked her faster than usual, calling her by another woman's name and indeed thinking of Ai as he did so. He mixed the two women together in his haze of lust, really fucking both of them, using his lust for Ai to fuck Mei's body.

"Fuck me, master. Fuck your little Ai. Fuck me in the ass."

Mei loved it. Every second, every thrust, every time he said her name made her burn more for him. If she could be every woman in the world, every fuck he'd ever had it still wouldn't be enough. She didn't want to resist anything about him, even his desire for another woman, she wanted it. She realized as he started fucking her more violently than ever, hearing the grunting he made and his desire for this young whore, that this was how she was going to pay him back. She would create a harem for him; be the impresario of his bed and smother him with so much pussy that he'd drag her on a jet to Paris just to get away from it all.

She got into the fantasy, tried to ramp up his excitement. "I want you to love her, master. To kiss her sweetly, to buy her things and take her to dinner and away for the weekend. I want to share your love with her, to be her sister and share your cock with her. I want to lick her pussy as you take her ass. I want to suck your cum from her and spit it in her mouth. Oh yes, god you're such a barbarian! Fuck your little Vietnamese whore, master, fuck me. Call me her name again!"

'Oh fuck, oh fuck,' he thought. 'How has she made sex even hotter?' He knew he had had some role in creating the personality they both called Mei Chun, but this level of pure wantonness couldn't be fabricated. This woman was sex, she was sex incarnate, raw and wild with a libido as strong as a mare. 

'She's exalting me,' he realized 'but not by debasing herself. She's taking my lust and making it her own and returning it to me. I owe her,' he thought, 'fuck I owe her,' and he felt it in his chest. 

"Take my ass, please."

He didn't really hear her though she screamed it. 

"Fuck Ai's tight little ass!"

He did that time and pushed his thumb in even though her pussy was absolutely the best thing he'd ever felt, so warm and wet as to be tubular paradise. 

"Yes, make it wide and loose," she groaned.

He felt his heart muscle contract. She loved him this much?! He was astounded. Never when contemplating her submission did he imagine this. When he feverishly fucked his fist imagining what he would get her to do in the planning stages nothing like this had occurred to him. And the best, most heartbreaking thing, was that it was all of her own will. You just could not coerce this level of passion into someone. 

"Hurry, she needs it in her ass, master."

Oh shit. He knew he wouldn't last. He, for once, couldn't make his cock settle down, find that zone and ride it out. 

"Do it," she barked and any master slave dynamic went out the window. He obeyed and withdrew from that perfect pussy, removed his thumb from deep within her and put his head at the gaping hole at the mouth of her rectum.

"Shove it in. Hurt me!" she yelled with such force it echoed around the apartment. 

Brutally he entered her, sure of the pain he was causing, proven by her wailing moan. 

"I'm fucking... Goddamn, I'm fucking you, Mei."

"Ai, goddammit! Fuck your little whore!"

One more thrust, he thought, 'Oh fuck it's so goddamn good.' "Ai! Oh fuck... " his voice went calm, his tone lowered, "I'm coming, Ai." 

Mei felt him press all the way in, freeze like a statue and start that delicious unloading into her. No orgasm for her this time. Just the wonderful sensation of receiving his quivers, the throbbing of his cock that made her feel so loved. One, two and she could see in her imagination the thick white streams he was spurting into her. Five then six and she wanted them to continue, wanted him to fill her stomach with his semen but it came to an end and she focused on his heavy panting and the feel of his hands on her hips. 

When he was spent, she reassured him. "Oh god... mmmm, yes, you were so wonderful, Philip. I loved it... Push a little bit more, honey. Yeah, just like that. It makes me feel like your woman. Your most loved woman."

She felt his tears on her back and his hand leave her hip to wipe them from his cheek. And though the blood pooling in her head was uncomfortable, she didn't dare move, lest it break the moment. 

"Jesus, Mei!"

"Yes baby, I am absolutely, so much totally yours."

He lay his weight on her and pulled her back by the shoulders so her head came up to the arm of the couch. She crouched there with her head to the side looking at the wall of glass blocks glowing orange, feeling his chin on her shoulder, his panting in her ear. He was hard within her so she pushed back against him. 

"Goddamn that was so..." he said.

"I know, honey."

He reached up to stroke her breasts. "I love you so intensely, Mei. It's starting to scare me a bit."

"Mmmmm."

"I didn't think this would happen. I mean..."

"Shhhh... just hold me and rock back and forth a bit."

He felt the weight of her breasts hanging from her chest, the soft flesh stretching slightly, her nipples still hard. 'What a woman,' he kept thinking, 'what an amazing women. How can I reward her, what can I give her?'

"I don't ever want to move from this spot," she purred.

"Mmmm."

"I just love the way you take me when you want to. I love being the outlet for your lust. That gets me off so much. Did you jerk off thinking about me... when you were blackmailing me?"

"Yeah," he was still breathing hard, "since that first time I got a test at the clinic."

"Wow... that is so hot. Can I watch you sometime? Just jerking off at your computer with my profile picture and those selfies."

"Sure."

"Then when you're about to come, spin around in the chair and come on my face."

"You'd like that?"

"Feel my nipples and you tell me." She rocked back against his still hard cock in her ass.

"They are nice and stiff." 

"I love having you inside of me there."

"It fits so snug."

"Yeah," she said, more gaily, "like a perfect fit right?" 

"Like it was meant to be in your ass." 

She laughed, "Yeah, destiny," and he laughed in reply.

He moved his right hand to her pussy, her long engorged clit sheath like a bit of meat between his fingers. He began pinching it and moving his thumb and forefinger back up and down, from where it joined her body to the tip where her clit was hiding.

"Ooohh... mmmmm... I like that. It's like, it touches me, like, erotically but sensually too. Like a caress but also like your squeezing my clit... you know?"

"When you stroke my balls it's the same. Sexy but just super comfortable too."

"Yeah. I wonder when the sexy part takes over and I focus on that? You gonna stay hard for a while?"

"Yeah, it doesn't seem to want to go anywhere. Can I get you off?"

"Is snow cold?"

"You really come easy baby. I just love that."

"How many other girls do you know have a number?"

"You know I have a fantasy."

"Oooh perfect. That's just the thing. I was so turned on when you called me her name I nearly came, but I didn't want to."

"Why?"

"You didn't say I could but I also wanted to concentrate on you."

"Ok... I give you pre-approval for your next orgasm. So here is my fantasy."

"Great, start pumping when you're ready." 

He was ready and started short, tentative thrusts, only an inch or so but effective just the same. "So I want to tie you up..." he interrupted himself, "this is a real fantasy, something I want to do."

"Yeah, ok... I'm in."

"So you are gagged and tied, not just tied but totally immobilized and I put one of those bullet vibrators inside you."

"Ok." She thought it a bit tame.

"Then wait five minutes and put in a second one, nice a deep."

"Yeah." That sounded better.

"And let them jiggle and bump up against each other and rattle around inside of you. Then five minutes later a third and more, until you have as many in you as I can fit, then duct tape your pussy shut so they won't come out."

That was more like it.

"By then you'll be coming, I figure, and then it's time for the wand. I have this need to force the orgasms on you, to not let you rest and just make you lose your mind again. Then when you're screaming I leave the room."

"I love it. When can we do it?"

"The first time you act like a bitch."

That really got her going, for some strange reason the idea of her being punished for being disagreeable turned her on. It was all part of the loss of control thing she was into. Anything that involved him taking total control of her made her juices flow. If there was abuse with a soft denouement of kisses and encouraging words of love all the better. 

"Of course, you can't just act like a bitch for the sake of the fantasy, you actually have to be bitchy."

"Yeah," she said breathing heavy, "can you pinch my clit really, really hard and pump a bit deeper. I'm just at the edge."

He wiped her wonderful slime off his fingers to get a good grip, hooked two fingers of his other hand inside her cunt and pinched and pulled on her clit hood. He lifted her by her cunt until his cock was about to slide out out of her ass.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhiii!" she screamed, "fuck!"

He let her drop on his cock, then he did it again while she screamed.

"Fuck! I love it! Goddammit, love it!"

He continued to impale her again and again until the orgasm flared to life each time his cock hit a new depth. He got tired after half a dozen times and he collapsed back on the couch, Mei's body falling on top of him.

"We are two sick fucks, Mei."

She struggled for air for a few moments recovering, then said, "Yeah, ain't life grand." 

##########

They didn't make love again that night but showered together and went to bed early. He spent a half an hour reading with her head on his shoulder and she composed a few emails to her former friends.

They kissed for a few moments before he turned out the light and she found his hand under the covers. They drifted off and slept well.



From Jenny to Mei Ch. 15



She woke before Philip and turned on her side to gaze at his sleeping form. His room, having no windows, would have been totally black if it were not for a Minnie Mouse nightlight low on the wall on her side of the bed. It emitted a lazy light that was just enough to brush his face and shoulders in a soft, golden glow. 

She thought him perhaps the most handsome man yet born to woman. Not that there wasn't room for improvement. Mei was a woman and for women the prospect of a man that could not be improved was not an attractive one. 'Stronger pecs,' she thought, 'thicker biceps and chiseled abs like a washboard for my tongue; that would be nice. Maybe an inch taller, stronger glutes and thighs would be great.'

Still he was breathtakingly handsome and so... she searched for the right word... 'virile. He's distilled masculinity. 

'He's strong but so tender, rich but no one would ever know it. Humble,' she realized. 'He's humble but has every right to be a complete domineering prick. I'd still love him if he were but he's not, which just takes that masculinity thing to a whole higher level of hot.

'What have I been missing all these years?' It was as if he were of a different species of male. 'All those other guys were like cardboard cutouts compared to Hercules. I guess it's love.'

She ruminated on the changes she'd been through. 'He really reached inside me and, like, injected a living, smoldering lump of love into the cold dead heart I used to have. Then he gently blew on the tiny embers. Now I really feel that hot lump of love for him right above my stomach.

'If I were still Jenny I would hate him. I'd stick my thumb in his eye and gouge it out. But the way he just took me!' She sighed and swooned a bit at the memory of him pushing her over the arm of the couch, holding her wrists together behind her back with one hand and pulling her hair with the other. He had fucked her ass without mercy and it was the hottest thing she'd ever had happen to her. She had had no idea of the power of submission. How it awoke a totally new level of hornyness within her. 'Giving in is the best thing he has shown me.'

'That stupid bitch,' she thought about her old self, 'glad she's gone.'

She watched his chest rise and fall. His mouth was open and a light snore occasionally escaped from his beautiful lips. She felt like letting her fingertip take a ride on the curve of his nose. She didn't know if he snored badly at night as she had been so thoroughly exhausted by him that she'd slept like a corpse each of the four nights in his bed. 

'Holy shit!' she realized with a start, 'It's only been four nights.'

Head propped on her elbow she contemplated further. He didn't look like a multimillionaire. They were supposed to look like Larry Ellison or the late Steve Jobs and on one level she knew Philip looked rather unremarkable, despite being the most handsome man she had ever known. He wasn't gorgeous in the George Cloony way, you couldn't trust perfection, but he had a familiar 'boy next door' quality, a bit of youth still in his face. She thought of Bobby Flay on the Food Channel again. They both had that cute mischievous smile and unassuming personality. He wasn't all cute, for sure. When he had that murderous look in those fearsome green eyes there wasn't a trace of cute but now he looked peaceful and vulnerable and all hers.

She gently pulled the light blanket off of his body and sighed as she beheld his penis; just the sight of it started her lust simmering. For five minutes she closely inspected it, insofar as the dim light would allow. It seemed normal enough, a bit on the big side but she'd seen her share of those and this one didn't look special. It didn't glow gold or throb with ethereal light. It was just a dormant, flaccid penis resting on his thigh. How then did he make it do such incredible things? Why was this cock able to push her to some crazy place where she lost her mind?

She looked into her future as she gazed at his cock. 'I'll be his, waking for him every morning like this to get his coffee. I'll be his wife and the mother of his kids and I'll bring in more and more girls to keep this thing happy. It's the least I can do.' 

She considered the dangers of too many women but thought, 'If I'm the one setting him up with all the girls he can stand then he'd never replace me. I mean, what could be better than a wife that lines up pussy for a guy? 'Hi honey, I found a cute college cheerleader for you to fuck tonight.' What guy could complain about that? And I'll be so nice and good and obedient. We'll get a maid or something or maybe I'll continue to like cleaning for him myself?'

Then she came back to the here and now, rolled on her back to stare at the exposed ceiling trusses and let her mind drift. She considered blowing him, wondering if he would appreciate being woken a few minutes early that way. She certainly wanted the gratification of making his cock grow hard in her mouth, it never failed to make her feel desired and sexy. She pulled at her nipples distractedly as she imagined his moans and the texture of is hard wet skin sliding to the back of her throat. 'I can't believe I used to hate it. Like, totally hate it. What an idiot.' Now that it was Philip's cock that gushed that white goo in her mouth she loved it. 'Can't believe I hated cum either. What was Jenny thinking?'

She found that she was masturbating, her right index and middle fingers squeezed her clit sheath and pushed up and down. 'How did I deserve a man like this? Such a goddamn hunk of man like Philip?' 

Had she been a cat she would have woken him with sounds of her purring. 

She denied herself an orgasm but continued to enjoy her fingers during more pleasant daydreaming, mostly of how she could present herself to him in various tied positions. In the end she nixed the idea of a blow job because if she didn't move soon she'd miss delivering his morning coffee before his alarm woke him. So she got up to make it, set it on his nightstand and got ready for her day at the center.

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Mid-morning found Philip making lasagna. He had several recipes he used but he felt like making his spicy version. He was in that kind of mood. 

At first he denied it to himself, that nagging feeling. 'I'm not nervous,' he said, letting his inner voice do the talking. Yet he knew it was self-deception. He stopped ladling on the sauce, sat on the stool at the counter and confronted himself. He was nervous at Ai's visit, it was a fact. He felt the adrenaline, had cold hands and the disturbing feeling in his stomach. 'But why?' He had all he wanted in Mei. Beauty, an honest charm, devotion, a playful sassiness, youth and a blow job that boiled his blood, what more could a man want? He loved Mei or he had never loved anyone in his life. 

He calmed down and analyzed his feelings. It wasn't the prospect of sex with Ai or watching her on the machine that had him keyed up, so he sought further. Was it her youth and exuberance? She was fun to be with, bright and effervescent, more so than Mei, that was true enough. He didn't want to compare but thought it was inevitable, and why not? 

Perhaps it was her frank interest in him that made him want to see her. Perhaps Mei was right, he should have more than one. He certainly did have the resources, he felt he had the libido and had the time to give. He could always scale back work.

Then he thought about the morality of loving two women. He'd been loose when it came to respecting people's privacy, that was true, however it was mostly voyeuristic curiosity. He'd only stepped over the line again recently, blackmailing Mei and digging into Ai's private life. He was going to put that behind him and grow up. But the two women thing had him, momentarily, concerned. 'It can't be immoral if she's encouraging me, can it?'

He decided it wasn't immoral, as he knew he would, and with that formality out of the way he returned to thinking about the young prostitute. 

'Why am I nervous? What is so special about this girl?' No answer came no matter how many times he queried his logical mind. The answer, or one answer, came when he listened to his unreasoning side. He thought of her radiant smile that communicated so much joy and accepted that he simply liked her in a straightforward way and he wanted her to be around. Chatting with her was fun, working on the machine had been engaging and delightful. It really was just that basic. He'd developed a connection with her and wanted that connection to deepen.

A few minutes later, as he was putting the last layer of sauce over the noodles, he heard the downstairs doorbell ring and went down to get her. 

"Hello, Ai," he said holding the door open for her and felt the warmth in his own smile.

"Hiya," she responded, grabbed his bicep and reached her chin up for a friend's kiss on the cheek. He leant down to receive it. As she bounded up the stairs in front of him he saw her ass was so toned that it didn't jiggle in her jeans. 

They entered, he got her a bottled water and she sat at the counter as he sprinkled on the last layer of cheese. 

"So you cook?"

"Yeah, it's one of my passions. You like to eat?"

"Who doesn't? I love lasagna."

"Want to stay for lunch?"

"Sure."

"Let me get this in the oven then I'll take you downstairs."

"Ok." She paused to let the small talk end gracefully then said, "That video!"

"Yeah?"

"Wow, I watched it twice. Rewinding over and over. It was so..."

He raised his eyebrows in anticipation and turned to put the baking dish, covered in foil, into the oven. 

"... hot. Not porno hot but hotter. Porn is better filmed but I could really feel her take the riding crop. She loved it. I couldn't believe she could come like that. It looked fake but she really does come like that, right?"

"Yeah, ever since I've known her, which hasn't been that long. She seems to be able to get in this zone and just ride one after another."

"Wow, I'd love to be able to do that. I mean I can have a couple in, like, I dunno, twenty minutes, if I'm really in the mood but she was like, every minute."

"I had her going once for an hour."

"On a machine?"

"No, on a table."

"And you didn't come for an hour?"

"Yeah, something like that."

"What are you, Superman or something? Viagra?" She took a sip of water.

"No. It's not that hard if you can control yourself until your cock kind of gets desensitized. Then it's a matter of fighting fatigue and getting in a steady, manageable rhythm." He paused. "And managing her pleasure."

He watched her ponder what that meant and took a moment to adore her. 

'She's so cute,' he thought, 'but not 'cute' - cute. She's the adorable but sexy cute - sultry and charming, totally hot and yet with a smile that says 'I'm the sweetest girl in the entire world.' She's elegant and loveable and down to earth. That has to be a fundimental contradiction somehow. And she's so fucking perky! 

He felt comfortable with Ai and recognized with a bit of a shock that he felt no need for her. Usually he felt a sexual tension at this stage, a longing, an urge to move things forward and reach that 'go or no go' point where sex would either happen or he would know it wouldn't. Not with Ai and it wasn't because he had already had her, or at least had her in a way. This was different. It was as if they had known each other long since and he had a inexplicable confidence that they were already lovers. He knew the moment he wanted to make love to her she would give herself to him with a smile, that dazzling, priceless smile.

She saw that he knew what she was thinking and, with a bit of coy embarrassment, bit her lip. She liked how he was reading her thoughts. 

"Want to see the shop?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure."

He led her down the back hallway to the steel door with the exit sign overhead and down four flights of stairs to the loading dock area. It was surprisingly clean, she thought, given that the neighborhood was practically abandoned and the interior, while dusty, wasn't in disrepair. 

"You own the whole building?" she asked. 

"Yes," he said, but left it there. He didn't want her to know the extent of his wealth, not now anyway. "I keep supplies here," he pointed to a cinderblock wall painted gray with a three sided steel rack open to the room with woods at the top and steel and aluminum pipe and bar at the bottom. There was a tiny ancient forklift that must have been around when the store was in business. "Over here is the shop area," he said, pushing open double swinging doors with plastic see-through panes and bumpers for the forklift. 

He turned on the light switches on the wall, a whole row of them, and the place lit up. Ai's jaw dropped. The whole huge space was a gigantic shop and storage area. There was a car under a cloth to the left, a tall mechanic's tool chest and an engine hoist. There were work benches, more tool boxes, a wide press break for bending metal, and pipe presses and lathes. There were even yellow warning stripes painted on the rough wood floor around the machines. 

"Oh my god! Philip!"

"Like it?"

"I love it!"

"Wood shop up front, metal shop here and over there is a car I'm going to fix one day."

"How big is it? I've seen smaller factories."

"Yeah, the building is about 12,000 square feet. It was the best hardware center in Oakland when I was a kid."

"It's so much bigger than your place."

"Upstairs was just the office. This floor and the second are huge. A real bitch to heat and cool so I don't use them much. It's just shop space and storage."

She made her way between the machines, saw that while not all of them were new, they were all in good shape and there were no shavings or bits of wastage on the floor.

"So, Ai, do you know how to use any of this stuff?"

"My dad and my uncle are machinists and I've been bending metal since I was a kid. I was a real tomboy."

"You? You're ninety-eight pounds."

"Yeah, so what?"

"And so feminine. Look at those nails."

"Yeah, so I wore gloves. Anyway in my current job I've got to keep to a certain standard." 

"Yeah, I guess." He went quiet but didn't sulk.

She saw his reaction and decided not to mention it again. "Is that a Weller?" she asked, pointing to a metal lathe.

"Yeah, CNC."

She pointed to a flat table about the size of a sheet of drywall, "Is that a waterjet cutter? God, you've got everything here! Wow, my dad would kill for a shop like this. Why do you have all this stuff?"

"A machine shop owned by a friend of my Dad's went out of business and I bought it all up and had it installed. The machines were mostly new and I got a couple of other things from one project or another. Frankly, I'm not that good a welder."

"Oh... welding is my specialty. So when can I start?"

"You can come and go as you please. I'll give you a key to the back door and the code."

"Really? So you're serious?"

"Yeah, sure."

"But what's your girl going to say with me coming and going like that?"

For the next forty minutes, thirty spent in the shop looking over the machine tools and answering questions, he told her about Mei Chun and their relationship. Ai listened attentively and when the tour was over they went back upstairs stopping to peek into the second floor which was mostly bare except for some furniture he was planning to refinish someday. 

As he closed the big third floor door after her, he said "She's got this girl named Karla coming over tonight and I'm going to a hotel to leave them alone."

"But why don't you stay and join in?"

"They need to be alone to work things out."

"Wow. Not many guys would pass up the opportunity. But I practically begged to give you a blow job last time I recall. And you refused. You the kind that can take it or leave it?"

"No, I'm not that kind at all." He said no more, leaving his desire for her unspoken.

The lasagna had filled the air of the living area with its fantastic aroma but it wouldn't be ready for quite some time. "Smells great!" she said. 

"Hungry?"

"Yes."

"How 'bout a salad to start?"

"Sure."

"He mashed some garlic, rubbed it into a wooden bowl, ground an anchovy or two against the side and whisked in some oil and vinegar. He tossed greens in and piled it all onto a couple of plates. Two halved hard boiled eggs and some cheese later he set it before her and joined her at the counter. 

"So what are you going to make first?"

"I thought I'd start along your lines and perhaps use hydraulics as the motive force. I've got hydraulics on the brain this summer. Wow, this salad is awesome."

"Do you think there is a market for these things?" he asked.

"Oh my god yes. I mean if I can make one as good as yours. I mean, it's not a big market, you know. Can't sell them at Home Depot or anything but lots of people love sex and they want the best. No matter what the cost, and you can't make these cheap." 

"Want to go into business with me?"

"Really?" Her smile was absolutely priceless. It radiated like the sun, warmed him and made one of his own break out. This was why he liked Ai.

"Oh my god, that would be great!" She was off of the stool, hopping around excitedly, clapping her hands. "Wait till I tell my dad!" Then she leant forward, put her arms around his head and kissed him a long, careful, warm, sensationally wet kiss. "Thank you... This is going to be so great!" 

She talked excitedly, frequently interrupting herself to ask if he was sure he really meant it. Each time he assured her that he did. 

"We can make big ones and compact models and sell that dildo of yours and your cock will be in a thousand women all over the world. Kind of an immortality."

It was an interesting idea.

"We'll make a website and take orders and have a preview video, and I'll be the star of course, or maybe we can make a tandem model and your girl and I can be in it together."

He loved her enthusiasm, her sheer joy at the idea. "It's going to take a lot of work," he said. "Are you sure with your classes and everything you'll have the time?"

"I'll make time," she said with the confidence of a nineteen-year-old. However, she understood, or thought she did, what was behind the question. Would she stop escorting? She knew, or hoped at least, that he was doing this to get her out of the profession. Not so much because she disliked it, she didn't, but she accepted that she had finished with the first phase. The nervous anticipation of meeting a new mystery man and sucking his cock after a cursory kiss or two and some fun in the shower was no longer as thrilling. Sometimes she found that she didn't look forward to her appointments, didn't relish repeat visits with clients as much. The newness of it was ending and it was starting to resemble work. 

And she was lonely. Her former boyfriend had been emotionally dead and had been a drain rather than a boost. Her manager just pawed her at every opportunity, trying to play the streetwalker's pimp in an era of email appointments. Hell, there were even services that would screen guys for you for a fee and make the manager completely unnecessary, except for having a brute around if a guy got out of hand. But that had never happened and since most of her clients were in their forties or fifties and married, she didn't think it ever would. 

Mostly she wanted love. She wanted to give herself and be appreciated. She wanted to be adored and pampered, wanted to reciprocate with all her passion and devotion. Being a whore was nice enough but it was only half a life and she felt she deserved more. 

"What about Mei Chun?" she asked. He'd told her of her quite liberal nature, had just mentioned that she was meeting a girl here to spend the night, but perhaps she was the jealous type?

"I didn't tell her about the business idea. In fact it only just occurred to me when we were in the shop together. But she'll be good with it."




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 15



"You told her about me? About the time I was over here last?"

"It turned her on so much that she came just thinking about it. With just a little rub."

"Oh wow."

"In fact, she made me call her your name when I was doing her on the couch over there last night."

"Wow. Holy cow that's hot," she said, awestruck, "I've got to meet this girl!"

"Mei Chun is some kind of woman." After a pause he said, "Come to my bed?"

"Sure, ok."

In the bedroom, fully clothed, they lay on his big bed and continued their chat. 

"Tell me, Ai, what you want in life right now."

"You don't mind honesty right?" she asked.

"Yeah. I mean your answer could disappoint me but I need to know so I know if I can give you what you want."

"I'm young, right. So I don't need..." She tilted her head. "We're talking about relationship stuff right, not like do I want a soda or anything?"

"Yes. You and me. I want to know what you need in here," he pressed his finger on her shirt, between the cups of her bra.

"Yeah, well I thought so but I didn't want to go and tell you everything in my heart and then you say, 'No, I meant like a coke or something.'" She regathered her thoughts. "So I'm young and I don't need someone to tell me they want kids with me or give me a ring. I know I'll find someone someday who'll be just right but..." She paused because it was hard to say, then she found the courage. "I want someone to love me. Y'know?" Her eyes saddened her face, making her smile look fragile. He saw her vulnerability and loneliness. "Someone who thinks I'm the best person on the planet and someone I can love too. For me, love isn't just sex and not just romance, it's action, it's words too but it's feelings made into something. Some experiences shared and enjoyed together."

"When I cook for someone I love, that's exactly what it is."

"Right... that's so right. See? I want to be thinking about a guy when I'm in class working some ridiculously hard problem and need to clear my mind. I want to make him jewelry, even if he never wears it. I want to rebuild that car for you and go waste time in a book store together... y'know what I mean?"

He noticed that she substituted 'you' for 'he' halfway through speaking. He didn't know if it was conscious but didn't think so and even if it was intentional it made his heart thump.

"I just wish," she regained her courage, "...that you didn't meet your girlfriend and I could be the one sleeping here."

"You know you don't really know me, right? Doesn't it scare you that I could be some horrible ax murdering pedophile?"

"Listen, Philip," she said with a bold confidence, "I meet a lot of guys doing what I do and I've always been a good judge of character. I know what's in your heart. The details - you can fill me in later. Where you went to school, the name of your first puppy, all that is for walks in the parts supply store and after-sex talk. I know I like you. What else really matters?"

"What if this were your bed? If we were lovers?"

"Frankly, if it's just hiding from your girlfriend and fucking down in the shop every once in a while, that's not what I want. I mean," she was quick to interject, "I'd do it, sure. But you asked what I wanted in my life and that's what I want. I want a lover in the true sense of the word. I want love, to give and to take."

"Yeah, that's what I mean too."

"You want to love me?"

"I want to start to love you, Ai."

"You love Mei Chun?"

"Oh yes."

"And you think you've got room in there to love me too?"

"Yes, I think so. I want to try. I mean, I don't know what the definition of what I'm feeling for you is but my heart thinks it's the beginning stage of love. I've tried to think it through but I don't think it works that way."

"So no breaking up with Mei and all that? I mean, I don't want to spoil something good, even if I have to wait. But I do want..." She left the sentence half finished.

Philip leaned back on a pillow and Ai took his feet in her hands. "Mei believes that the capacity for love is unlimited," he said. "That loving two people is like loving your children. That she can love Karla and me with the same devotion and intensity as loving one of us. She wants me to fall for Karla too."

"But you..."

"I like Karla, I don't know her but she's pretty and seems nice enough. But it's you I've been thinking about."

Her heart warmed. "Wow," she said, and meant it. 

"Really, I've been thinking of you since you left."

'God I owe fate big time,' she thought.

"Now I wish I wasn't a whore because... you know. That day was special, Philip. I don't know why either but I think it might have been because you were doing something so nice for your girl and I thought it was so sweet. Plus you fucked me silly with that machine and had just pumped like a gallon of your semen down my throat. I mean, whore or not, I do have feelings."

He sat upright, eyes burning emerald fire. He held her slight shoulder and said, "Ai, don't ever refer to yourself as a whore again or I'll whip you so hard you'll pass out."

That's when she knew he loved her. "Yes, Philip," she sighed, as though he were her Svengali and she was in his trance. His authority was like a calming opiate, sweet and reassuring. 

"You will stop fucking men for money."

"Yes."

"You will take all you need from me."

"Yes." 

Tears formed in her eyes and she fell forward into his arms. He pulled her down and covered them with the end of the blanket and they lay there quietly. He felt peaceful and in the silence that followed she felt loved. 

She let her mind celebrate the wonder of fate. She was good; she knew that and felt she deserved to be happy. And she recognized the moment for what it was, the universe was rewarding her with a wish granted. 

Minutes later, tears dried and forgotten, she asked, "What's the name of the company going to be?"

"I dunno... Fuck Machines International?"

"Hmm... got to be more low key... more flexible in case we want to make refrigerators or something. How 'bout FMI?"

"Great. Let's go see my lawyers. Got time?"

"I'm quitting. Gonna text that bastard when we finish our lunch. I got all the time in the world."

"Today's appointments?"

"Nope. I'll have you for as long as you want me."

"You've gotten used to having cock whenever you wanted it."

"Yeah... that going to be a problem if I need you?"

"I hope not."

"Anyway, there's always that machine. If Mei Chun will let me borrow it."

"She's named it Otto."

"Right... that's appropriate."

He played with her dark brown strands, smelling that fabulous feminine odor rise from her hair and scalp.

"Want to move in?"

"Really?" she didn't hop up and get excited, just calmly let the delight she felt at the idea rest on her body. "Seriously?" She was a bit shocked he would ask but 'What the hell?' she thought, 'No sense wasting time.'

"Mei wants to start a harem," he said with an amusing sounding chuckle that showed he wasn't sure how she'd react. "Or maybe a sorority."

"You're kidding? Do I get a t-shirt? God I love this girl already. When can I meet her?"

"Tomorrow at lunch. We'll meet downtown and all have lunch then do some shopping."

"Great... you sure I can move in? Maybe on the second floor?"

"You'll sleep with us?"

"In this bed?"

"What? Not big enough for you? You two are waifs."

"How about the bathroom?"

"Yeah... Ok, I'll remodel."

"Wow, this is all so fast but I love it." She sat up, knees on the mattress and her thin hands on his chest. "If this isn't ok with Mei Chun I leave right away."

"It'll be fine with her, trust me."

Just then the alarm on the oven sounded and they got out of bed. "She walks around here naked," he said. He picked up her collar from on top of the dresser, showed her and replaced it. 

"All the time?"

"Yeah, and I never told her to. You don't mind if she's, like, the head girl or anything do you? Like a big sister?"

"How old is she? You never said."

"Twenty-four."

"So she'd be like my big sister anyway. She's not bitchy or anything is she?"

"She's very sweet."

"I don't mind. Anyway she was here first and I'm butting in."

"Don't think of it like that. Anyway, if there is a dispute, which I doubt, I'll settle it."

She sat at the counter and he got out the dish, took off the foil and turned on the broiler. He split some French bread, spread butter and garlic on it and slid it, and the lasagna in the oven. 

They ate from the same plate, drank milk from the same glass and sat at the table when they finished. With paper and pencils they worked on the design for a tandem machine together. 

She left at three having texted her manager after lunch with a curt message announcing her retirement. 

He realized after the taxi left him alone at the curb that they didn't have sex and thought that that was how it should be. 

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Tim was a bit excited to have a night away from Karla, though he didn't want to seem eager. It's not that he didn't love her but a year into dating they hadn't spent many Sunday evenings apart. Though he worked tomorrow he didn't want to miss catching up with a couple of college buddies and go to a strip club. The excuse was they were scouting out a place for his brother's bachelor party, even though they had the venue chosen.

"So where are you going again, honey?" Tim asked.

"I'm staying at Mei Chun's place."

"Who? I've never heard you mention her," he entered the small kitchen and took another drink of the coke he'd left on the white linoleum counter, right on the part that pealed up he'd been promising to fix for three months.

"She's a friend from the gym and we're going out drinking and I don't want to drive home. I might be staying at her place."

"Right." He kinda wondered at this, Karla not having stayed with a friend before. "Don't pick up any guys ok," he said, not really jesting.

"Sure." She didn't ask if girls are ok, hadn't told him of her experiences, not knowing how he would take the idea, and certainly hadn't mentioned Mei Chun. She loved Tim, really, she told herself, 'I really love Tim.' She didn't want to cheat on him but figured he wouldn't know and it was the price she had to pay to see Mei. 

"Anyway, your going to be drooling over naked women so you have no room to talk." He'd told her where they were going and she resented, just a little, that he didn't invite her. Watching strippers probably wouldn't turn her on but watching him get turned on would.

"It's just research, baby," he said with a boyish grin, "just scouting out locations."

"Right, and I'm a unicorn."

"You don't mind do you, baby?" He approached her for a hug.

She allowed it and said, "No, men are perverts anyway. It's your nature." She was really thinking of Philip and not Tim but the same principle applied.

She peeked out the window for the fifth time in twenty minutes, hoping the cab would finally come.

"So she's sending a cab for you, did you say?"

"Yeah."

"This girl loaded or something? Why don't you just park your car at her place and bring it back in the morning if you stay the night?"

"I don't know. I guess she just felt like splurging or something."

"Hmmm," he said. 'Something else odd about tonight,' he thought.

She finally saw the cab and hurriedly left with a peck on the cheek and excitement roiling inside her. She took the stairs when the elevator didn't instantly appear and entered the taxi feeling the adrenaline quicken her breath. She was going to get fucked my Philip and if it was anything close to what Mei Chun had said, it would be an experience she wasn't going to forget. But what really caused the thumping in her chest was spending time with Mei Chun, to finally snuggle together naked in bed and fall asleep smelling her hair with an arm draped over her body, her tummy pressed into Mei's back.

"Hi," she said to the cabbie. "You know where you're going right? 'Cause I don't have the address."

"Yep, bring Ms. Karla to Mr. Conner's place."

"You know the way then?"

"Yeah, me and some of the other guys have been there lots."

"Oh... ok." She didn't feel like a conversation with the driver but could sense right away he was the loquacious type.

"He's like our new VIP or something. Everyday we take his little girl here and there. She's the talk of all us cabbies. Real nice girl, super friendly. I took her to the gym on Friday."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. She's a real sweetheart. Got half the guys in the company wrapped around her finger. They'd do anything for her. They practically fight to get over to her pickup just to be the one to chat with her during the fare."

"That's Mei Chun, right?"

"Yeah. You a friend?"

"Yeah."

"She turns some heads. I mean, if you like Asian women. I mean, I'm not saying their not pretty and all but, I don't know." He looked in the rearview mirror, "Give me a mid-west, corn fed, American gal every time, know what I mean?"

She'd be offended if it weren't for the guys obvious good humor and silly cowboy accent. She figured diverting him would be the best way to change the subject. "You're from the mid-west then?"

"Mountain man. Born and bred in Montana. Jimmy Rogers' the name. Not the famous Jimmy Rogers mind you."

She wasn't aware there was a famous Jimmy Rogers.

"Anyway, moved out here when I couldn't find work in..." He droned on for thirty solid minutes, returning to the mystery man on occasion, telling about the chatter surrounding the VIP that never took a cab himself but had the taxi service cart his young Asian girl all around the city. Some thought she was a mistress and the Oakland hardware store was some kind of drop off or love nest. He tried to get information out of her, no doubt to share it with his friends over the radio the moment she stepped out of the cab but she kept mum, mostly because she knew so little. 

It did serve to make her more curious about Philip and who he really was. And what about this hardware store he was talking about?

They turned onto some boulevard and she felt distinctly uncomfortable with the neighborhood. Then he pulled over and said, "We godda wait here for a bit."

"What?" she said, taken aback.

"Yeah. The mystery man doesn't want you there until six sharp so we've got like five minutes to kill."

"Um... ah," she made nervous sounds and looked around.

"Well, if it makes you feel better..." He pulled back into traffic. "I'll just keep tooling around here. Don't wanna make you uncomfortable. Sorry but that's the orders. Deliver her no earlier than six o'clock."

Karla had her phone out and texted Mei. He was right, pulling over like that freaked her out. She never liked taxi cabs anyway.

"You know, Miss Mei Chun calls me Cowboy. Did I say how sweet she is? Such a nice girl. She's started to tip real well too. She's my favorite fare."

A few minutes later he pulled up to a dirty, rundown retail place at exactly six and, thank god, Philip was there to meet her.

"That him?" the driver asked as they pulled to a halt, but Karla ignored him. "Well, tell Miss Mei that Cowboy says 'hi.'"

"It's Mei Chun," Karla said, not thinking. "Thanks for the ride," she said exiting the car as Philip tipped him a twenty.

"Hi Karla. Safe trip?" Philip asked as he gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Philip, thank you so much for your help with Kenisha," she said as she felt the moisture of his lips on her tender skin, "I don't know what you did but she's apologized and won't stop trying to make it up to me. She's offered to work my shifts and she even cried."

"I'm delighted," he said with a smile as he turned to take her inside, "I just had a talk with her. She's really not cut out to be a blackmailer."

"I'm here to say thanks," she said, with a demure look, taking his hand in both of hers, her overnight bag over her shoulder. 

He didn't answer and the car drove off, the cabbie looking at them from over his shoulder. "This your place?"

"Yep. It's a long story. Let's go up."

He took her upstairs and inside, quickly moving toward the seating area. "Want a drink?"

"No thanks. Mei Chun here?"

"Yes, but first I want a few moments with you. Please sit down."

When she sat he said, "I'm going to be leaving." She looked surprised. "Yes. I'm going to leave you two here for the night. But let me tell you why before you ask any questions."

She settled in the arm chair.

"Tonight is a test for you Karla, and it will play a large part in my decision about you. I know what Mei needs and I want you to see for yourself what it is and why. I want to know that you can be a positive part in her transformation. That you won't try to undercut any of my authority or cause her to slide back into her old self."

She made to object but he stopped her. "Listen, you've been a great influence so far, a very disassociating influence and I want that to continue." He stood up and walked behind the opposite armchair, putting his hands on the soft leather. He spoke now in orders. "You'll find Mei Chun in the back. You are not to free her in any way for at least one hour. There are implements on a table with numbers affixed to them. You will use these in order, for her pleasure. You will not be timid or hesitant. In one hour you will allow her to speak and for the rest of the evening you will do exactly as she says, no matter what the command. Do you understand, Karla?"

"No... no I don't. What kind of test?"

"I want to see if you love her as you say."

"But I do."

"Love is more than tenderness, Karla. Love is doing what is best for someone, even if you recoil at the duty. Love is strength, Karla. If it were all puppy dogs and snuggling then it would be easy. But love is not easy. I want you to see that."

"Where will you be?"

"Don't worry about that. I won't be here to guide you or rescue you." He got his jacket and started for the door. "Don't fail Mei, Karla. I really do want you to join us, to be Mei's lover with me, to worship her together." And with that he left.

When he had gone and she heard the downstairs door close, she got up and said, "What the fuck," out loud. "What crazy fucking shit was that?" Then peering down the dark hall way ahead of her she called out, "Mei Chun. Mei Chun, honey... where are you?" She stepped forward, not hearing a reply.

What was she doing? How did she get into this position? "Mei Chun?" That time she thought she heard something and moved forward into the darkened hallway. She passed a bathroom and a bedroom, opening and closing doors. The boards of the wood floor creaked underfoot. There was only a steal exit door further ahead, at the end, the sign above helpfully indicating its purpose. There was one more room on the right. 

"Mei, honey? Are you back here?" 

She definitely heard something that time. The sound of a woman in distress? She moved forward and opened the door and there she was. Mei was in the middle of the room, lit by a spotlight, a collar around her neck. She was standing naked, legs spread, ankles in black leather cuffs chained to steal pipes. She stood with a red ball in her mouth, arms raised and cuffed to a crossbar over her head.

Karla rushed over to her, "My god! Mei Chun. Hold on.." 

But from the moment she rushed forward Mei started to scream and violently shake her head. When Karla moved to reach behind her head and free the gag, Mei hopped up and down on her toes and practically head butted her away. But it was the look in Mei's eye that made her stop and the recollection that this was some kind of test. 'Don't free her,' he'd said, 'not for an hour.' So she stepped back and Mei calmed down.

"What the fuck, Mei Chun? What the fuck... I don't want this," she whined and approached closer. Mei stayed calm this time. Karla caressed her face, wiped the drool from the corners of her mouth with her palm and back of her hand. "Mei Chun, baby, let me get you down."




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 15



Mei shook again as violently as before, a look of anger in her eye. Karla bent down to remove an ankle restraint and Mei tried to knee her in the shoulder but couldn't. She saw Mei shake her head no again and again. She got the message. If she freed her it would all be over. She started to realize the outlines of the test. She would be forced to join this S&M kink of theirs if she wanted Mei. This was some kind of initiation. Red painted her face when she thought of Philip, so seemingly charming and polite but just a sick fucking bastard controlling and perverting her sweet Mei Chun. 

Mei was gesturing with bound hands above her head, miming and grunting for her to go to the table against the wall. She looked over, seeing the 'implements' he'd spoken of arrayed on the table like medieval torture tools with post it notes with numbers on them. She looked back at Mei. So beautiful with her hair down around her shoulders and a strand or two before her eyes. Mei still urged her forward. 

They were laid out, left to right, one to eight. Number one was a riding crop, a cane shaft with a wound leather handle and a little black tab of folded leather. Two was a flog of perhaps twenty strips of leather bound to a thick leather handle. Each of the others some disgusting implement to inflict pain on her lover. 

"I can't do this, Mei Chun," she looked at her in the ring of light, her heart weak and her stomach in knots. 

Mei was looking at the table again and quickly back to her and again to the table. There was something else and Mei gestured with her chin, a string of drool swinging with the movement. 

Karla saw the paper and picked it up. 

"Have courage Karla. This is what I want. Don't fail me, don't end this for us. I love you." 'Your Mei Chun', was signed below. 

"Oh Jesus, Mei." She let it fall and moved to stand before her. She kissed her cheek. "How could you let him do this to us, honey?"

Mei shook her head again, pushing her head away. An angry, insistent look in her eye.

"What?"

She now looked pleading, her shoulders sagged as though she were exasperated.

"Fuck. Ok. If he wants his little pervert show then he'll get it. He's got a camera here somewhere? He's probably in the basement somewhere jerking off. Right?"

Mei just looked at her, then shook her head. 

Karla had to think. She saw water bottles on the bench next to some hand towels and went over to open one. He said something about love not being easy and about needing to know she loved her, about them worshiping her together. 'What a sick fuck.' But Mei... she was into this, Karla knew. It did something for her. Even she herself had said when they first met that she'd like to try a little taste of S&M in the right mood. But that was receiving, and not giving and not with fucking flogs and the shit laid out on the table. 

Mei was whimpering, maybe crying, and the sound of it was breaking Karla's heart. Was she crying because Philip was doing this to her? Was it because she was failing his test and would be forbidden to see her again? That made her angry. She wished Philip were tied here. She'd have no reluctance to whip him, no hesitation whatsoever. 

Maybe Mei wanted this? Maybe she didn't know her after all. Perhaps Mei had some hidden flaw that made her less of a person than she had thought. Or maybe she was the weak one, that really liberated people could whip each other and enjoy it, as fucked up as she thought that was. 

She picked up the crop, put down the water bottle and turned back toward Mei. 'My god she is beautiful,' she thought. Even like this, stretched out on display, vulnerable and helpless. Bound and gagged, she still looked radiantly lovely in a new way. If this weren't a test. If it were just what she wanted and not some turn on for Philip it would be different. If it were Mei doing this, her way of giving to her, then she might learn to enjoy it. Then she wondered, 'Why did he leave? Why wasn't he here directing her, putting pressure on her to hit her?' That would certainly be more enjoyable for him. Make her get naked or put on some leather get up. Why had he left, and for the whole night? Surely he wanted both of them. She felt it at the restaurant. The way he looked at her like she was a cut of beef, judging her tenderness and desirability. That look always made her uncomfortable. What was she getting herself into? Was Mei worth it?

She approached her and said, "I won't do this for him. But I will for you."

Mei's eyes brightened, she nodded enthusiastically and made to speak but it sounded like a lisp, "es, es."

"Do you really want this, honey?" she asked, stroking her hair, hoping she'd say no. Hoping she could get her out of here and take her back to her place, Tim finding out or not. 

Mei nodded strongly, with hope in her eyes. It was clear enough, even though, Karla thought, Philip was behind it. 

She stepped back and tapped the whip against her calf, trying to determine how hard she could strike without causing too much pain. She found it made more noise than pain but pain was definitely there. She struck Mei gently on the thigh. 

Mei was patient. Knowing it would take her time to work up her courage. She was passive and showing no reaction because the taps against her skin elicited none. 

Karla moved to the side and noticed something she hadn't from the front. There was a thick chain on the crossbar above her head which ran down to a large stainless steal hook at her ass. It was like an impossibly large fish hook and she saw that it disappeared beneath her. And with a shock, realized the end of it was in her ass. 

"Holy shit, Mei. Is that inside you?"

Mei nodded, looking over her shoulder and spoke something like, "Ipp E"

"Whip you?"

"Etss... Ipp E"

This was just fucking sick but she tapped the crop on her ass some more. 

"O, ukinm Ipp E."

She wanted it harder so Karla struck her ass harder but sill timidly and the impact make no sound as it touched her. 

Mei was loosing patience. They only had an hour and seven more implements to get through. She hopped up and down and screamed. "Arla. Ukinm Ipp e, od annit!"

The pressure was getting to her. This was it, she realized. This really was a test and she was failing. This was the moment to decide. Either Mei was being forced into this and in order to see her again she'd really have to whip her. Or Mei wasn't the sweet girl she wanted and she was just mistaken about loving her, in which case she'd go back to Tim and forget about this damaged freak of a girl. 

Either way she was sick of it and brought the whip back and laid into her, striking her ass with a smack that reverberated through the room and echoed off the walls. 

Mei's head jerked up, hair flying over her head, her ass shook, the chains rattled and a loud scream followed the crack of the impact. 

Karla dropped the whip and stared. 'How could someone like that?' But she saw in Mei's eyes that she did. It was a revelation. Mei nodded slowly. 

"Another one?" Karla asked with disgust and timidly picked it up. Mei nodded again slowly and with a burn behind her eyes that frightened Karla. 

'Smack!'

"Ugghh. Essusss,"

Jesus, she really liked it.

"Arrger!"

Smack! On the ass again. 

"Arrger!"

She struck again but hit the hook and the chain rattled and Mei stood more highly on her toes. 

Karla moved to the other side. And gave her a harder one back handed on the other cheek. 'Smack!' Then another, 'Smack!'

"Essss!"

She was strangely gratified by Mei's obvious delight. It was so wrong to beat your lover, but what were you to do if they liked it like Mei did?

She came in front of Mei, held her in her arms and felt Mei's quivering body. She felt perfectly moulded to her. But Mei wouldn't let her rest and gestured again to the table. 

Karla went over and started to understand her urgency. She'd figured they had to get through all eight items before the hour was up. Or something like that. And she'd been wasting time with her timidity and confusion. 

She took the flog and returned and began to whip her torso. She started talking like she figured people did when they whipped each other. Maybe Mei would like that.

"So you like this, Mei?" 'Smack!' "Like me whipping you?" 'Smack!' They weren't hard blows but they were having their effect. 

"I hate this honey." She leaned in and whispered quietly in her ear, "Mei Chun, he can't hear me. You have to tell me if this is really what you want. No bullshit. Tell me the truth." She leant back and looked in her eyes. Mei slowly and deliberately nodded her head. Karla leant back in, grasping Mei's lovely breast, soft and punctuated by a hard nipple at its center. "You must give me a sign when it's too much. Shake your head no when it's too much, honey. I can't bear the idea that I'm hurting you." She leant back, saw the gentle nodding of her head and stepped back. 

She looked in her eye, keeping contact as she struck her across the midsection, then again on the other side. Each time the flog spoke the light in Mei's eyes flared. 

Their locked eyes was a conduit through which Mei spoke to her. Each time her flesh burned Mei winced and corners of her eyes wrinkled in pain but the life in them surged. Karla felt each rush of Mei's excruciating ecstasy with a thrill as the blows rained down on her.

Mei lifted her chin and leaned forward and moaned with each strike. 'Finally,' Mei thought, 'finally she's getting it.' The blows felt so good against her skin, so sharp and real. They made her feel powerful and alive, ultimately sexy. 

'Good god,' Karla shivered, a little jeark traveling up her spine with the realization, 'she honestly loves this. Maybe there's something to it after all,' she pondered and moved around to whip her ass. 

"Do you," she asked during a pause, allowing the flog to lay slack in her hand and dangle against her jeans, "want me to call you slut or whore or something, Mei Chun?"

"Essss, eees."

Karla was unconsciously rotating the handle of the flog around in her hand. The perception hadn't reached her consciousness yet but she appreciated the quality of it and the heft. 

"Mei Chun, your such a goddamn slut," 'Smack!'

Mei leapt with the thousand pinpricks of fire on her ass and felt the bulb on the end of the cold steal hook jiggle in her rectum. 

"The shit that gets you off is just," 'Smack!' "so fucking sick," 'Smack!'

Those two were the best so far and Mei knew if Karla kept up this tempo for a dozen more strokes she'd be overwhelmed with a gigantic tsunami of an orgasm. 

Close to her again, kissing her cheek, feeling the firmness of the ball pressing out against her lips she said, "am I doing this right, honey?"

Mei practically screamed, "Essss!" but wiggled and gyrated to get her attention. She motioned with her chin at the table and Karla understood. 

Item three were nipple clamps and clothes pins. Karla hadn't seen them before but intuited what they were for and took them and a handful of pins. 

"These go on your nipples right?" Mei nodded. They looked horrible but had little black rubberised tips that might make it less painful and a thumb wheel for tightening them. She dropped the pins and put one clamp in her mouth to hold as she fiddled with one at her breast, her hands shaking almost to the point of making them useless. Mei thought that was so sweet, it nearly brought a tear to her eye. She put it on gingerly, avoiding the pain to her but it kept falling off. "How do I... Oh," she said, "I see," and, "tell me if this hurts," missing the point for a moment. The third time it fell to the floor, Mei rolled her eyes like she was dealing with an idiot. She grunted, "iger," which Karla took to mean tighter, so she rolled the wheel with her finger till her nipple was smashed between the pincers and Mei moaned with obvious pleasure. Karla showed a nervous smile of triumph and gave it a tug and saw that it wasn't going anywhere. With more courage, she applied the next one, only dropping it twice. 

"Goddamn it that looks painful," she said, smiling. "You are one kinky fucking bitch, Mei, and I love you." She gave her chin a bit if a lick and stepped back. "Want more of this?" She slapped the flog against her jeans, suddenly feeling overdressed and surprised at the feeling of power she had. "Want to see my tits, Mei?" Mei nodded enthusiastically. She dropped the flog. "Love my tits, don't you, baby?" She crossed her hands over her belly and grabbed both sides of her pink Victoria's Secret cami and pulled it over her head, tossing it aside. She moved in and pushed her breasts together, pushing them toward her face on tip toe and Mei leant down as best she could to bury her face in her friends cleavage, wetting the tops with the spit hanging from the corners of her mouth. Karla reached back and undid the bra and let it fall away as Mei watched. 

Karla bent down to retrieve the flog, her tits beautifully extending with gravity and bouncing back when she stood. They were spectacular breasts that filled Mei with an excitement that was so new to her. Pink nipples and wonderously dark red-brown areoles that needed her mouth on them. 

"More? More of this my horny girlfriend?" 'Smack!' echoed in the room as Karla, finally getting into the spirit of the thing, giddy with the understanding of Mei's particular desires, whipped her thigh. 

Mei's head jerked back again and Karla gave her two more with real feeling. 

"Your such a kinky," 'Smack!' "fucking," 'Smack!' "little," 'Smack!' "slut, Mei! What are Philip and I going to do with you?" She didn't realize she said his name until the taste of it became apparent in her mouth, then she pushed it aside, not wanting to think about him. 

"Ough. Essss!" Mei recoiled with each landing of the whip. Struggling to get free and rattling the chains that held her. 

"Let's see what other things there are over here that will make you happy." She went back to the table and saw that number four was a wand massager. Not having Mei's experience with toys of this kind she didn't immediately realize it's function. However, after picking it up and seeing the orange extension cord and turning the switch, she got the idea. There was a hollow metal tube laying beside where it was and saw that the wand had a corresponding metal clamp on it with a small rod extending away from the business end of the thing. She brought them back to Mei and knelt. She figured out that the thin pipe inserted into a small bar clamped to the pipe Mei had her heals on and put it in. Then she put the wand's clamp into the other end and the rubber head was just a the height of her pussy.

"Oh, I see. Clever boy your master."

Being so close, smelling her pussy, Karla could not resist a lick. She took the wand off again and looked up. Mei's eyes were locked on hers. Karla made contact, paused and sniffed then sucked her entirely into her mouth, marveling at how wet she was. She felt her wet thighs on her cheeks, Mei evidently having been wet for so long she'd been oozing down her legs. Like this, Mei's soft pussy lips in her mouth, tasting her tangy cunt juices on her tongue, Karla didn't want to move. Mei's clit was hard against her tongue and she worried it with a few quick flicks and sucks. She wanted to make Mei come but didn't know how much time was left. 

"I love to suck your pussy, Mei, but I'd better get on with the items." Mei nodded her agreement and Karla turned on the wand and pushed it against her vulva where it stayed. 

Mei felt the welcome sensation and hoped Karla would get on with it before she came. It wouldn't take long. 

"That thing work, Mei Chun?" She asked, genuinely curious.

Mei's half closed eyes and slow distracted nod told her it was quite effective. "Need more?"

Getting another indication, Karla returned to the table to get the next item, a wooden paddle. She took it, and the crop and without hesitation she returned and began to spank her ass hard. 

"Your such a goddamn whore, Mei. Such a hopeless slut. So goddamn horny and twisted and fucked up!" The pounding she gave her took her right to the edge. 

Karla dropped the paddle and took up the whip and beat her, forgetting all her previous hesitation and whipped her with gusto and passion. "You need it so bad baby." 'Smack!' 'Smack!'. "Need his cock up your ass." 'Smack!' 'Smack!'

Fuck, she was almost...

"Need my wet pussy grinding into your mouth." 'Smack!' Smack!' "Don't you slut?" The strikes were hot on her ass and Karla was standing to her side pulling on the nipple clamps, stretching them intolerably. 

"Goddamn I love you, Mei," Karla whispered in her ear, whipping her ass the best she could and felt Mei shudder like she was being electrocuted, saw the orgasm in her eyes and licked the drool flooding out of her mouth. 

Mei shook. Her knees couldn't hold her and let her weight be taken by her wrists and the hook in her ass, shoving it uncomfortably far into her. She forced her eyes to stay on Karla, her hair and shoulder then her eyes came into view and she saw the understanding and the love in her eyes.

"Yes come for me, Mei. Come goddammit." And she whipped her harder, driving the orgasm out of her, and shoved the wand against her cunt, propelling her higher.

Mei shook again and Karla bit her ear hard and it started an new wave to crash on her and possess her. It was so indescribably good, so consuming and perfect. She could go on, wanted to go on, desperate for more, more fire on her skin, more tumultuous ecstasy. But Karla was slowing. Had turned off the wand and was standing away looking at her, judging her condition. She moaned, too tired to give her an indication that she stopped too soon. 

"Jesus Christ, Mei." She looked at her and dropped the whip. She was still shuddering every five seconds or so, head down, drool and hair pointing at the floor.

Mei looked up at her with a fire that filled Karla with wonder. 'Who the fuck was this girl? She wanted more! Holy shit.' Mei's bottomless lust for more awed her, filled her with equal measure of fear and admiration. Goddamn if Mei didn't have to have her kink. She had had no idea. 

"You need more, Mei?" she asked with incredulity. Mei nodded as much from understanding that the test wasn't completed as the vague itching with in her that told her that more and better still needed to emerge and be set free. 

Mei glanced at the table and Karla moved to see what was next on the list. Mei reflexively rocked against the wand. 

Six and seven were weights for the clamps, which were now on the floor, having fallen off when Karla struck her breasts with the crop, and a rubber dildo attachment for the wand.

"Let's get these on you," she said and came back with the dildo pressed under her arm, still holding the crop. She gathered up the clamps and a hand full of clips. "Hold on," she said, now impatient to satisfy her, not wanting Mei's aroused state to cool. 

She attached the clamps, now with steady determined fingers, then a few clothes pins to the sides of her breasts. She hung the weights on rings in the clamps and Mei groaned with the added pain. 

"So many clips," she said and struggled to find a place for them all. She decided that she'd make a line of them descending along her belly to her crotch but there were still a lot left. 

"Where do I put these?" she asked, looking up into Mei's drugged eyes but she was beyond speaking. So she put some down her thigh and then stopped. 'Her pussy, of course,' she thought, feeling stupid that it didn't occur to her. She took a slick and hairless outer lip between her fingers and carefully applied the pin. Mei squirmed and twisted her hips but Karla reached for another, then another until her pussy was covered by the primitive wooden clamps. 

"God that's got to hurt," she said, marveling at the pain Mei could take. "You ok, baby?" she asked and got a muffled, "uh huh," in reply. 




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 15



Karla stepped back and admired. "Holy shit you look hot, Mei," and felt her pussy quiver and itch and thought, 'Why the fuck do I have my pants on?' and quickly wiggled out of them. She kicked the jeans and pink panties aside and gave her cunt a distracted stroke, noticing her own dampness. 

"Mei, god help me but this has me so fucking turned on. Here," she brought her hand to Mei's face, "smell my cunt, honey." Mei drew the scent of her in with a long sniff that made her head spin as Karla reached back for more of her ooze and wiped it on her face. 

She looked at the accessory for the wand and said, "Let's get this thing on and make you come again." Thoughts of a test were no longer her motivation. 

She picked up the translucent green dildo. 'Why green?' occurred to her momentarily. She stretched it's base and worked it onto the head if the wand and struggled to get it turned toward Mei. "Just a second... I've got to... there. But what about the clips?" She began to reposition them but Mei objected and wondered what to do and why she didn't want them moved. She couldn't get the dildo in otherwise and then it dawned on her following Mei's eyes to the crop on the floor. 

"You want me to whip them off?" Seeing that she did, she stood, stepped back and methodically struck each one off her pussy. The snapping sound and grunt that accompanied it pushed some button deep in Karla's erotic matrix. She was becoming feverish with excitement and physically felt her face, neck and breasts flush.

"You really are a pain whore, Mei. I love exciting you like this. I can't believe what it does to me." 

The last of the clips popped off and gave an angry snap. "Time for this thing. You ready for it, honey. Want me to whip you after I put it in." Mei groaned an answer and it sounded like the sexiest thing Karla had ever heard. "Right, I'd better put it in before I turn it on." She reached her hand between her thighs, cupped her pussy, feeling the light mucus of her cunt seep between her fingers. "Goddamn your wet." She slid a finger inside then another and leant in to lick her ear, "Can you come again for me? Like this, Mei. Can you be my slut too? Dream about me, ache for me? I love you so goddamn much, Mei. I need you so much, honey. I need you. I need to be your slave, Mei, to follow you around and get coffee for you and massage you to sleep and suck your pussy when your watching TV. I want to do your laundry and cool your head when you have a fever." She felt Mei coming, her pussy contracting around her and pressed her palm against her mound and savagely curled and pumped her two fingers. "I need you, Mei. I need to hold you and kiss the back of your neck and feel you come like this."

Karla expected her to settle down, to let go of the orgasm but Mei just held it like a dog with a rag. "I want to go to some bar and pick up a guy with you and take him home with you and fuck him all night. We'll kick him out when he gets tired and find some hot bitch to tie up like this and turn her into our little toy. Fuck I want to do everything with you, Mei?" Karla began to sob, "I love you, goddamn it I love you so much, Mei. I'll do anything to keep you. Fuck Philip a thousand times. Fuck his friends. Be his fucking whore. Dress up like a goddamn street walking crack whore and let him use me and degrade me. I'll leave Tim, move in with you and never look at another man!"

Mei just kept going, each confession of love pounding her like the whip, stretching her heart till it broke and she too started sobbing. Karla's arm was around her torso, her breast pressed against her own, her hand pumping and grinding her and the words just kept coming. 

"I so goddamn love you, Mei, my heart is breaking. Please say you'll have me. Please say you'll tie me up and whip the shit out of me like this and kiss me when I come." That's where the words stopped and a few moments later Mei came down and Karla slowed and withdrew. 

They looked at each other, and Karla wiped and kissed the tears from Mei's face then wiped her own away. 

She knelt. "Let's see what this thing can do," she said, grinning up at her and feeling again the urge to cry. 

Mei stretched her toes to give her more room and felt it enter her, then fill her so delectably. Always one to love a cock fill her, she pushed a lowing moan through the gag which was starting to annoy her. It must have been forty minutes she was standing like this with it in her mouth. 

Philip had objected to the plan, didn't want Mei beaten so soon after he'd thoroughly done so. And indeed, Mei still felt his strikes, the new welts Karla had given her a new layer of pain aggravating the recent wounds. But Mei was dauntless. She hatched the whole scheme, down to the tools and the order in which they should be used. She was Karla's judge, not Philip. He'd given her the choice as a gift. Karla, if she were judged worthy could join them. Not as an equal but as a junior partner. Anyway, Mei needed to know what Karla was made of and if she did indeed love her. She had just learned the truth, which is what brought on the tears. Karla was in love and It reached Mei in such a way that she could now say the same. 

She'd wanted Philip to stay but he surprised her with his wisdom, knowing instinctively that had he been present Karla would rely on him or become the focus of bitterness and not be able to confront the choice before her. She urged him to go see the college girl but he refused, saying he'd be too anxious and distracted to be of much company. So he left for a hotel across the bay.

Karla flicked the vibrator on and stayed on her knees to look closely and watch her pussy jiggle. It was so hot to see Karla staring at her like that. To know she could captivate a woman just as she had all those men. To be gazed at, wondered at by a woman with a pussy of her own made her feel so feminine.

"God it's beautiful, Mei Chun. I love it so much," she said and put her hands on Mei's fine hips, the bones so small, her hips so thin. "I wish I had a dick of my own," she said and stood. "I also wish this ball were out of your mouth so I could kiss you." She wrapped her arms around her, pulled in tight and let the wand nestle against her pussy. With her hips she shoved it against Mei's clit. "Oh fuck," she said, feeling the power of the wand for the first time. "Jesus, that thing is powerful." But this wasn't about her and she said, pulling on the nipple clamps. "Want," tug, "some more," tug, "of the," tug, "flog, Mei baby?" Mei practically screamed 'Yes' but the gag stifled most of it and Karla grinned a wicked little smile and pulled a clamp off and bent down to suck her tit into her mouth. 

Karla felt so fucking powerful feeling Mei come again, hopping up and down on the vibrator and hearing the chain on the hook rattle and tinkle. "Fuck you come easy, Mei. I love it!" she pulled away and quickly found the flog and started smacking her ass and back, then her thigh and her tit that she'd just gotten off of. 

"Come bitch. Yes!" she screamed, totally full of the exhilaration it gave her to command her lover's orgasm. "Come!" 'Smack!' "Fucking come again goddammit!" 'Smack!' Smack!' "Jesus, Mei. You fucking wild bitch, keep coming for me, baby!" 'Smack!' Karla was rubbing her pussy furiously and the sight of her doing so spurred Mei on to keep going. But she was running out, reaching exhaustion, emotional and physical. She wanted to keep going for Karla but knew she was close to passing out. She went limp and hung again from her arms and Karla realized what had happened. Realized she'd gotten carried away and wasn't caring for Mei as she should. She turned it off, threw the flog to the table and pulled it out of her. "Oh Mei, Mei, honey. I'm sorry, too hard. I just got so carried away. Quick. Let's get you out of this."

Mei raised her head and shook it and looked over again to the table, weekly urged her to finish the last item and then it would be over. Karla saw her gesture and quickly went to get the last item, a number 8 in black ink on a post it showed that this was the final implement. It was another attachment for the wand, a double dildo that she was, presumably to use with Mei. It was a nice gesture of Philip, she thought. A reward for her finishing the test.

She quickly returned, pealed off the slippery attachment and stretched the new one in place. "This is the last one, honey, then I take you to bed." She got it on, slid it into Mei and remounted it on the stand. She stuffed the other end in her own wet pussy, loving the feeling as it entered her. They stood, breast to breast, pussy to pussy, Karla an inch taller than Mei. Karla awkwardly bent to turn the switch on low and gasped as she felt the Hitachi shake her insides. "Oh fuck, Mei. God this is good. Holy shit, I've got to get one of these."

Mei chuckled through the gag. Karla was so cute.

They went silent, the incessant buzzing of the wand and their mutual cooing filled the room with an odd mix of mechanical and human sounds. Karla felt it was so good, so tender to hold her like this, to lick the spit from her chin and nuzzle against her collar. They took turns pushing the vibrator against each other's mounds in a slow rocking dance. They'd both be happy to stay just like this until time collapsed the universe.

After a few minutes of this dance, both their cunts pressed together, clits touching and grinding, shared wetness making the vibrator attachment slick and slippery, they knew they didn't have much time.

"Oh, Mei. God, how good it is to be with you. To feel this. I feel like I'm inside you, like I've got a cock inside you." She was stroking her hair with one hand and giving the chain a tug or two. 

The emotion of the moment was as overwhelming as the crazy buzzing in her vagina. She felt so close to Mei, so tightly bonded with her that she felt as though some glue was curing, sticking their hearts together in an unbreakable bond. 

"I love you, Mei! I so goddamn love you my sick little twisted bitch! I had no idea you were so unbelievably kinky and could come like that."

The vibrations seemed to gather and collect deep within Karla. Like a spring winding tight with potential energy her orgasm took shape. With the knowledge she was going to come very, very soon, she moaned into Mei's ear, and Mei felt it set her own avalanche starting. It was just the first snow ball but it was coming, quick, the biggest yet. "Oh... god, Mei," Karla croaked. "Oh fuck..." Mei knew it was inevitable and felt her knees begin to buckle. "Oh god, oh god, Mei. God." A sudden jolt of pleasure snapped the spring and Karla welcomed the release with a sigh, "I'm coming Mei. I'm coming."

They both shouted and jerked and hopped on the wand. Mei's grunts an inhuman, indecipherable gibbering, Karla's words just an oft repeated, "god, fuck, Mei... oh god," repeated in all possible permutations. They came together and rode it through together and while Mei seemed to be able to keep going forever, Karla decended alone and, unable to stand the buzzing in her cunt anymore, pulled herself off the wand and reluctantly turned it off.

It was obvious Mei had finally had enough. She hung, gasping for air through her nose, the drool having wet her entire midsection. Her chin rested on her chest. 

Then there was a loud ringing of an unseen bell in the room and Mei raised her head. She stood on her toes again trying to wiggle free of the hook. Karla was perplexed and then looked into a dark corner where a timer was on a chair. It was Philip's time keeper and the hour was up, the test completed and Karla knew she passed.

She rushed to Mei and instantly freed her from the gag. Mei began to open and close her mouth, smiling at Karla who was covering her face and lips with kisses. "Get me off this thing," was the first thing she said and she tried to wiggle the hook out but there was no slack in the chain. "Do the ankles first," Mei directed and when she could finally stand up straight she told her to free her hands.

"God that's the longest I've ever been bound." When both hands were free, Mei reached up to the bar and pulled herself up, giving the chain some slack. "Pull it out of me, please."

Karla did and five inches of it came out then, with a 'Pop', the ball at the end glistened in the spotlight. 

"Take me to bed before I fall," Mei said and put her arm over Karla's shoulder. As she was being led out the door, Mei looked over to her and said, "Congratulations, Karla. You passed."



From Jenny to Mei Ch. 16



Karla wished she could just lift Mei Chun and carry her like a man. A moment ago she felt so powerful with a flog in her hand but with Mei's knees wobbling she felt useless. Feeling confused and concerned she led Mei slowly down the hall and into the bedroom, supporting her with an arm around her waist. 

'What did I do to this girl? What came over me?' She felt sick inside. She'd never considered anything like what she had done, never even contemplated giving someone more than mild love taps, convinced anything stronger was sick and against her nature. However, Mei's obvious enjoyment of it, nay her need for it, kept her delivering strong blows that each seemed to elicit a brighter flash of ecstasy than the one before it. 'And the power!' she thought, 'I never knew sex could be like that!' 

She had played Mei as one would an instrument. With the tools arrayed on the bench she had concussed her body and pulled from her wonderfully expressive mouth the exquisite sounds of a woman in ecstasy. She remembered the way her fingers would extend and her wrist twist in agony as the crop bit her flesh, then fall limp in the cuffs as the pain turned to pleasure and a sigh escaped her lips. 

She recalled how she shivered when she saw Mei come. How the thrill of Mei's crazy orgasms sent a flush of excitement coursing through her. 

It had been sex as the rough manipulation of another human's body rather than the lovely, soft, motion filled embrace that it had always been before. This time the coercion and the punishment put it in a different category of experience. 

'Hmm, was it punishment?' she wondered. No, she had not punished Mei. She had felt as though she were scratching an itch within the pretty Asian girl that she could not get to herself. 

It had been sex in all caps. Sex so raw and different that it hardly seemed related to what they had done in the gym's salon. And yet one more thing surprised her; it was oddly empowering in a creepy kinda way. As though she were a keeper feeding a hungry, dangerous animal, taunting it with the raw meat it wanted. 

As she pulled the blanket and sheets aside to help her in, she thought, 'Then what explained the thrill?' Why had she, Karla, gotten so turned on by hearing Mei whimper and moan. It aroused her so that the tingle up her spine and in her scalp had felt as if her hair were curling. 'Maybe it was that Mei was just so goddamned into it,' she figured, 'or that it was new and dirty and kinky?'

"What can I do for you, Mei?" she said as she lay her back into a pile of pillows.

"Get me some juice, sweetie. I need to just relax for a minute before we go into everything. And you still can't call me Mei, ok?" 

As she left she called for her to bring her phone. "It's charging next to the coffee machine," she yelled. She slumped down in the bed. "And get some Advil from the bathroom cabinet and the aloe."

She felt like shit and yet was still high from it all. Every inch of her ached, especially her ass which felt like it had been reamed by a boring machine for the last hour. She should have listened to Philip on that one but she wanted Karla to have the whole tableau, to understand what she was in for. 

Yet the aches in her ass and arms also gave her a sense of accomplishment and she had insisted on the plan. 

On her skin was a different kind of pain altogether. It was tender, hot and angry where Karla had whipped her. Philip always cooled her with aloe and sweet words and Mei was wondering if Karla would do the same.

'I really didn't think she was up to it,' she thought, wringing the fingers of one hand over the wrist of another. She figured it was a coin toss as to whether Karla would stay and thrash her or just turn around and leave her stranded. 

"Hurry up with the phone," she called and Karla scrambled to get everything. She had to call Philip before he barged in. If he didn't hear from her he'd assume she walked out and left her. But standing for a hour like that, alone in that room was a risk she was willing to take. And it worked; Karla had surpassed her hopes. 

She came into the room laden with the tall glass of apple juice, painkillers and the aloe. She put it all on the night stand and handed her the phone. Mei dialed Philip and looked at Karla with something between love and hunger. 

"I'm ok," she said. "Yes. Yes, she was wonderful. So brave," she looked at Karla when she said it, giving her a wink. "Yes, I'm sure." She curled her hair behind her ear, looked at Karla and said, "Yes, she loves me," and put an arm around Karla's neck and smiled very broadly, "Yes! Oh you're the greatest, Philip. Yes, I'll call you in ten minutes or so, or you call me when you get to your room. Ok. Love you too, master!" Karla saw her smile brighten and Mei winked at her. "Yeah, but you're in your car and my ass really hurts so can I take a rain check? Ok. Bye."

Karla saw how she love him just by the glee with which she spoke on the phone and the tone in her voice as she said bye. However, there wasn't a trace of jealousy for Philip left within her. In fact, she felt a sympathetic tenderness for him as though it were a contagion that Mei Chun was passing to her.

Mei touched the red button and let the phone go. She reached out her arms and embraced Karla and pulled her forward for a long wet kiss that raised the hair on Karla's neck and stiffened her nipples.

"Oh, I love you, Karla. I really do," she said as she released her. "Hand me that juice." She downed it it two gulps. "God I love this apple juice he buys. It's, like, organic Honey Crisp apples and it's, like, ten dollars a gallon but god it's sweet and like nectar. Try some when you get me another glass."

"So what?" She said anxiously, anticipation bubbling over. "What'd he say?"

"I told him you passed and he said fine. You can stay."

"What do you mean? Was he watching?"

"No, I thought you knew that when I shook my head. God my jaw hurts. Get me another... oh, just bring in the jug. I've got to take an Advil."

Karla scampered back out to the kitchen and returned with the jug. She pored the light amber juice and Mei took two pills and downed the glass. "Have some, it's the best."

"Mei, tell me."

"Listen, Karla. Don't call me that unless something very intimate of yours is wiggling around someplace special, ok?"

She felt a bit hurt by the rebuke but it had been clearly explained to her several times and she'd try harder to remember. "Sorry, honey, I just thought that since he..." 

"Don't think that way, Karla. He really is, and I'm not kidding, he's my... he's the guy I give my obedience to and it's his right and, sorry, honey, it's not yours." She patted her hand, "Don't worry, it'll be clear soon."

Karla was confused but still too overwhelmed by the last hour to raise objections. 

"So," Mei continued, "he wasn't here. He was waiting in his car down the block to see if you ran out and left me tied up or something. And there was no camera."

"But, he? Why did he leave? I mean if this were his test..."

Mei interrupted. "It wasn't his test. It was mine. All this was my idea."

"What!?"

"Yeah. I had to know if you loved me like you said and I had to know if you could accept what we do. And help with my..." for the first time Mei looked a bit tentative, "my thing."

Karla was flabbergasted. 

"I've found such freedom in being obedient to him. Understand?"

"No."

"I. Hmmm. I was such a bitch Karla, when my name was Jenny. I hated everyone and used everyone. I fucked guys for their favors and for their gifts and for the orgasms I could squeeze out of them. And when they fell in love with me, god only knows why they did but they always did, I left them. I had no self-worth since my father left me as a child and I've been making men pay for it ever since." 

She held the glass for more and Karla filled it. She drank and handed her the glass, "Have some." Karla took it and put it on the night stand. Mei's tone and demeanor changed instantly, "I said have some." It was an order and Karla looked at her a little oddly and took a sip. 

"Philip did tell you that you were to do everything I say, didn't he?"

"Uh... yes but I didn't think..." she drank more, "wow, it is good."

"Karla, from personal experience let me tell you. It's best not to think. Just get into the state of mind that's ready to receive orders without thinking getting in the way. It'll just trip you up and you'll make mistakes.

"Anyway, so Philip turned my life into a living hell. Taking over my computer and making up these emails to all my friends and my mother with photos of me with a cucumber up my..." she pointed to her crotch, "and all, threatening to send them out. I was a complete wreck when we met. I told you he'd been to the clinic and tried to woo me but he didn't take no for an answer so that's when the blackmail started. I'll skip over the park and getting fucked by his friends and all that but I spent the weekend here and he just broke me down and made me admit that I finally wanted to feel love. And," she squeezed Karla's hand, "he told me he loved me and I just melted. I broke down crying and slapping him and I was just broken inside. Isn't it romantic? Then he beat the shit out of my behind and stuffed his fingers in my ass and I've been in love with him ever since."

That had to be the single most fucked up thing Karla had ever heard, but she didn't say it. "That's nice. When was that?"

"Last weekend."

Karla had, unwisely taken another sip and spit it out all over Mei's face and chest. She coughed and gasped and coughed some more and Mei, wiping herself with the sheet, inquired after her well being.

"Jesus, Mei... Chun, last week!?"

"Yeah. Sweet huh?"

"But..."

"Now life is so good. I'm kind and I like people and he's given me so much. He's given me my heart back, Karla. My life is happy like it should be. Now you see why my obedience is such a small thing to honor him with."

Karla regained her composure, ran to the bathroom and brought back a moist wash cloth and wiped Mei down. 

"You're a wonderful person Mei Chun and I can't believe you were a bitch two weeks ago."

"Ask my coworkers. They won't hesitate to confirm it."

"So what now, honey? What about us?"

"That's easy. What do you want?"

"I want you."

"Super. You have me. Whatcha gonna do with me, Karla?"

"I want you."

"Yeah." She frowned, "Don't make me ask again."

"I want to be around you. I want to sleep with you. I want to go shopping and to romantic restaurants. Can I have those things while you're with Philip?"

"Sure, that's what tonight was all about."

"But how?"

"Well, first you have to get it in your head who the boss is. If you want me you have to accept that in all circumstances his needs come first. If you need the salt at my elbow but he needs the soy sauce in the pantry, I get up and get the soy sauce." She somehow looked uncompromising and loving simultaneously. "If you can accept that then we are good."

"Is that what he said?"

"No, that's the way I want it."

"Ok. I can live with that."

"That's just the start. You're also to obey and respect him. We can't have it, like, I'm waiting on him and your reading Vogue on the couch with your feet on the table. I'm his servant, but you are too." She raised her palm. "Don't interrupt, please. You can't gossip with me about him or complain or roll your eyes at him. It'll just make me angry at you and I'll never conspire to denigrate him in the slightest."

She moved the pillows from behind her and turned over. "Please rub that aloe on my back." 

"Sure," she said, then gasped when she saw the red marks puffy with blood. "Jesus, Mei Chun! Is this what I did to you?"

"Yeah, some are Philip's but you hit harder than he does. They probably look worse than they are."

Karla felt sick to her stomach, horrified at what she had done. "Why do you like this Mei? Mei Chun?"

It was obvious Mei had needed something more from tonight than their, what now seemed innocent, gym encounters. Apparently she wanted to show her something, reveal more of herself. Thinking of it that way touched Karla with the vulnerability she was displaying and the awesome trust she had given her. 

Yet her mind came back to the central question, 'What was she trying to tell me? Why does she need this? Was she into the feeling of being owned, of being used?'

She didn't know if that was right, or, if she were, why Mei needed this feeling. Did she really think she was so bad that she needed to surrender to pain to make herself feel worthy? It seemed pretty fucked up to feel that way about oneself but it gave Karla some sympathy for her she hadn't felt before. 

'My poor Mei,' she thought, but not 'my poor, sick, twisted slut.' She began to understand, or rather, to begin to inquire seriously, about her lover. But it was difficult. Karla had never encountered this kind of thing before. 

Then it occurred to her that Philip knew she would have this insight. That this demonstration was orchestrated to reveal Mei's particular needs and was the fastest way for her to come to know her at a new level, and she was grateful. What they had done seemed, in retrospect, oddly therapeutic and she wasn't sure if it were Mei getting the therapy or herself. 

"It was a gift to you honey. You needed to see. You needed for me to sacrifice for you. You won't have to do it again unless you want to."

"But I didn't want to."

"How wet did you get throttling me?"

"But it was only because you enjoyed it."

"And why did I enjoy it. Think before you call me sick, twisted slut again."

She thought while she gently, as tenderly as she could, spread the cool jell over her skin. She didn't want to test her theory out just yet, the idea that Mei needed to be abused as a penance for crimes real or imagined. So she held off. Instead she said, "It felt like I was scratching an itch. Like, I dunno, like..."

"That's good, Karla. I never thought of it that way but it's really true."

"It makes you stronger. I think I saw that in your eyes."

"Yep. Each time you whip me I grow. I don't know how to explain it but I become more powerful, more in control of myself. It's like my unfuckingbelievable orgasms are my bodies reward for enduring the pain."

"I hated starting, but in the end I wanted to keep doing it and I'm so goddamn confused. I feel so dirty, like a pervert."

"Don't try to make sense of it all at once. It won't work, you'll just start crying like I did. Trust me, Karla."

She took her advice, knowing she didn't have enough info for a deeper understanding and not wanting to pry. She had already asked, and more, 'What's wrong with you?' questions would be counter productive.

"So tell me what I have to do."

"You'll have to do everything. But don't worry. You'll love all of it and I'll be here with you."

"But what is everything? Do I have to dress in leather and call you slut and whip you? Do I wear a collar all the time and clean the toilet with my tongue?"

Mei laughed and it hurt her sides where Karla had flogged her with one particularly savage strike on her right side. "No. Probably not. That's not what he's about and you might not need any disciplining at all. Philip will know what you need and you're not a bitch like I was. Your treatment, if you need one, might be totally different than mine. 

"You'll join me in making him happy and so far it's been all about letting him spoil me. The extent of my servitude so far has been vacuuming half of this floor and making half a go at an omelet."

"I make a mean omelet."

"Good. He might let you make one. Karla, I want it to be about him but so far it's been about me. Tonight is a perfect example. He should be here with his cock down my throat but instead of being in his own bed doing his girlfriend, he's left it for us and staying in a hotel, so far that's been the kind of master he's been."

"It doesn't sound bad."

"And think of those pearls and the clothes."

"Yeah."

"And he's let me take you as a lover. You see why I love him so much? Can you imagine another guy like that?"

Karla could not.

"So... next question please and do my ass now."

She applied more aloe. Mei winced and bit her lip at the cold torture of her battered behind. "So, obviously, I have to have sex with him."

"Why do you say it like that? It's going to piss me off if that's your attitude. I don't mean to get snippy, Karla, but let me tell you about sex with Philip." She rolled over to look her in the eye. "I tried to count the other day, you know, the guys I've done... molested is a better word for it... and how many times. There have been at least twenty in the last nine years. I could have had a hundred but variety isn't that important to me but a regular steady fuck is something I need. If I go three days without a cock I get real bitchy. So these twenty something guys were kept busy and I calculated, with the extremely conservative value of three times a week, which, in reality was like three times a day when I could get away with it, I got laid thirteen hundred times and not once, not a single time was it comparable to Philip. Last night I passed out and traveled to a new goddamn dimension. The first time on that table he made me come for forty minutes straight. He fucked me out of my mind and that's no joke. Did you see how many times you made me come tonight? I couldn't do that if it weren't for him. Frankly, I hope he never fucks you. I'd like that part of him all to myself. So if his cock isn't good enough for you, my sweet Karla, you leave it to me." She turned back over and, in a huff, said. "Back to rubbing my ass... please."

"I didn't mean it like that. I'm sure he's great but I still have Tim to think about."

"Leave it to Philip."

"What can Philip do about Tim?"

"What did he do about Kenisha?"

"Yeah, but that's different. It's a different problem."

"Look, I don't mean to minimize the problem. I know you care about Tim but he'll find a solution. If you mean to stay with him then you and Philip will find a solution. Maybe Philip won't have sex with you. I don't know."

"That might work."

"So Tim won't have a problem with you sleeping in another man's bed with him so long as you're just licking his girlfriend's pussy three nights a week and not actually getting fucked by the guy?"

"No, that won't work."

"I appreciate that you love Tim but were getting ahead of ourselves. It's not like you have to decide right now. You're not going to move in right away anyway. Do my feet now, Karla honey."

"Do you realize how you are talking to me Mei Chun? Like I'm... I don't know." She sounded put out. 

"There is always an order, Karla. Always in any society, no matter how small. Here Philip is the boss and I am his woman and first in line to care for him. You'll please him too but when it's time for him to come, he comes in my mouth, unless of course he asks for yours."

"Yeah. I'm fine with that," she said, thinking how screwed up it was to say something like that.

"And in our relationship, yours and mine, I want it to be close, close as sisters. But I'm the oldest sister here, no matter how many women are around. In other words I'm the queen bitch."

"So I'm your servant as well as his?"

"What did you say twenty five minutes ago?"

"That I wanted to be your slave," she remembered with a tinge of regret.

"Right and I'm going to hold you to that." Mei brushed her fingers through her hair. "But it will be sweet servitude. Nothing you don't want to do anyway."

"Like what?"

"Like not asking questions. Like licking my pussy when I'm watching TV, I liked the sound of that, or filing Philip's nails, or tying me up and holding me down and pressing that wand against my pussy till I scream. That kind of thing."




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 16



Karla remained silent. 

"I'll be your servant too and I won't make you do anything you'll regret later. It's really about you, Karla. I love you, after all and I want you to know what joy you can find in submitting to someone like I have."

It sounded strange still, but Karla wanted a change in her life. "Are you planning to transform me like Philip did you?"

"He's an expert; I don't know how. Do you want to change?"

"Yes," she decided she did, "but be patient with me. I don't really know what I'm getting into."

"It's going to be great. All of us focused on Philip like planets circling the sun with little orbits of our own. We're all going to be in love with each other and have so much fun together."

"Like the Playboy mansion or something?"

The comparison didn't please Mei. The idea of that old man with those silicon strumpets shacking up in that gaudy house was horrible. "Not like that. That's not what we're going to do. No parties, or, well maybe some but not with people like that." If she were pressed she'd have to admit there were similarities. 

"So what shall we do for the rest of the night?" Mei asked.

"Let's snuggle." 

"Philip has some food in the oven, let's eat first."

Karla slipped on the robe and Mei walked out naked. They ate the lasagna and garlic bread at the table, had some wine and talked about Philip. She told her about Sarah and the center and Jerome. Then Mei laid out her plans for the immediate future. 

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Markéta was enjoying her time in Paris. She had always loved the city, had her favorite hotels, cafés and restaurants. She'd become something of a celebrity in the fashion world with her success at last year's Oscars. It was the designer that got all the credit but those who mattered knew that the person who chose the clothes that strutted down the red carpet had the real power. They did all they could to garner her friendship.

The political sphere was a new arena for her, and as much as she tried to play it cool, it was exciting to be in such close contact with powerful men and women. The parties and receptions were sometimes taxing and rarely as glamorous as one might think. However, at times, especially in intimate gatherings it was quite intoxicating. 

The President's new mistress' fortunes were on the rise while the old one's were fading. Sophie looked to Markéta for all things fashion, from hair and makeup to shoes. She was her Svengali and she brought her to parties because she looked so fabulous herself and she didn't have many friends in her corner as of yet. The tall, well built blond gave important men a delightful reason to approach and speak to Sophie. She needed these acquaintances to solidify her position as the new mistress and help Le Président cast off the old bitch. 

At Sophie's hotel she reentered her client's suite with some shoes she'd left in the car and heard the phone ringing and the shower running. "Shall I answer that?" she called toward the bathroom but was apparently unheard. 

"Allô" she said into the handset. 

"Allô. This is not Sophie, is this the lovely Markéta?"

It was the President. 

"Ah, yes sir. Sophie is showering at the moment. Shall I have her ring you back?"

"Well now don't be in such a great hurry to get rid of me. And call me Pierre for heaven's sake. We've seen too much of each other recently for such unwelcome formality."

"Yes, Pierre. I certainly appreciate the kindness and attention you've shown me on this visit."

"You know, Markèta, I'm going to be buying Sophie a new wardrobe each month just to have you close by. You are something wonderful to gaze upon."

'Hmm,' she thought, 'it's nice being flirted with by the President of the Republic.'

"You're too kind."

"You are too beautiful, Markèta. I must be seeing more of you. Perhaps you might make time for me soon? A look at my wife's wardrobe? A consultation on a gift? I'll have Sébastien call you. Don't bother Sophie for his number; I'll have him approach you."

"Yes, Pierre. It would be a delight."

"Tell her I called and waxed poetic about her beauty for me won't you?"

"Of course."

"Well..." he paused, wondering if he had been clear enough for the Czech woman, decided he had and signed off with, "until then." 

She slowly replaced the receiver, walked over to the mirror, hearing the shower stop and the dripping taper off. She had just been invited to had an affair with the President of France. It could not have been clearer. This was how it was done. 

She thought about what this might do for her career and the not unpleasant prospect of sex with the handsome Pierre. 

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Tim wasn't a prick in the conventional sense but he wasn't the man he thought he could be. For one thing he missed opportunities for kindness that he knew better men would pick up on and he rarely caught the hints that more attuned and sensitive men would recognize in their mates. Hints that told them the state of their emotions and their unspoken needs. 

He also knew that Karla saw this flaw and that part of why she nagged him was in the hope that he would recognize and act on these signals. 

It wasn't his fault he didn't have the antenna that some men and most women had. He wasn't born with it. But try to explain to a woman that men were men and she just had to live with their failings. 

'Those guys are pussies anyway,' he thought defensively. 'Probably gay too.'

He congratulated himself for recognizing that he could be a better person. It was one thing, he figured, to occasionally falter and recognize the fact than to be totally ignorant of one's shortcomings. However, he missed the corollary; that with the knowledge of his faults he had a responsibility to correct them. 

Karla was far and away the most attractive girl he had ever dated. That was important to him. It gave him a feeling of self-worth. He knew it shouldn't, but it did. 

They had met through friends and hooked up the night of his brother's Halloween party. She was dressed as an Indian princess and he, thank God, a cowboy. There was no sex but plenty of kissing and fondling. It was clear to him that a retreat to a period of romantic phone calls and dating would produce dividends. It had - spectacular dividends.

As he slid a well earned single between a tall blond's immaculate thigh and garter band he thought about Karla, and again congratulated himself for doing so in the present situation.

'What's up with tonight?' he wondered. 'She sure was nervous waiting for the taxi.'

He didn't know that much about her, even nearly a year into dating and four months in the same apartment. She wasn't the type to dramatically reveal all of herself and seemed content to let him in bit by bit. That was fine with him, having no need to expose his innermost feelings either. Things were going along well and they liked each other very much. 

As thirty approached he figured it was time for marriage and a family and thought Karla the best he was likely to find to fulfill the role of wife and mother. He loved her, after all, lusted for her continually and that was what was most important. It was a plus that the sex was great and that she gave him the freedom to come to places like this with his friends. 

He wondered if the blond up there could give him a massage the way Karla could. Wondered at the skill with which she could suck a cock and if she moaned like his girlfriend did when he came in her mouth. 

He, like most men, overrated his libido, thinking that other men didn't fixate on sex to the degree he did. He was of two minds about it. On the one hand he worried if he were a pervert thinking about nearly every woman he saw in sexual terms. And on the other, he thought his sex drive made him a real catch, not knowing that most women couldn't care less. 

In truth Tim was a better than average lover. He was well endowed, not spectacularly so, but sufficiently so, well within the range of normal but at the right hand side of the curve. And he was a careful and considerate lover, mostly because he figured he'd get more women that way.

All in all, Tim was a good guy but the shame of it was he could have been, with very little effort, a really great guy.

Watching what had to be a pair of natural Ds shake and jiggle before him he left thoughts of Karla for later and settled down to let his imagination take control and have another beer with his friends. 

##########

Philip got a call from Ai at eleven thirty telling him that the police were at her apartment. Hector, her now former manager, had paid her a visit, angry she skipped her appointments and at the text telling him she was quitting. He smashed a lamp and threatened her. What should she do? she wanted to know. Should she press charges like the police were advising?

"Is he there?"

"No. He left when my neighbor said she was calling the police."

"Have them write a report and get a copy. I'll be there as soon as I can. Pack a suitcase or two," he said. 

"Thanks, Philip."

"Text me your address."

"Right."

He noted she didn't sound scared, a bit astonished at her calm. 

Weaving methodically through late night traffic on the Bayshore Freeway, he thought of Ai. She seemed to be composed of strange contradictions; young but mature, wholesome but fucking men for money, sweet and a bit needy but calm in the face of a thug smashing up her place.

'I mean... a wholesome whore has got to be an oxymoron, right?' Yet it never occurred to him to question his judgement. He never considered that she might contain hidden depths in which manipulation, cruelty or greed might be lurking. She had a purity of heart he'd never encountered before. 

'She needs me.' It made him feel good, useful and masculine.

He picked her up, kissed her on the cheek after tossing her stuff through the hatch back. On the way back up to the Mandarin Oriental she related what happened. He showed up and she foolishly let him in, figuring she'd pay him the back commissions he was due and send him off but he became violent right away and wouldn't stop screaming at her.

"Did he hit you?"

"Yeah, he slapped me once but I think my scream and that bitch look I gave him scared him and he just started throwing things."

"You ok?" he asked for the third time. 

"Yeah. He hits like a girl. Should I press charges?"

"Let me think for a bit. He in a gang?"

"Yeah, some Mexican thing."

"Did he ever force you to have sex?"

"No, but he tried all the time. He's such a pig."

The rage was difficult for Philip to master. "I should have insisted you stay with me."

"But I had to see my folks. They were expecting me." 

"You don't go back there unless I'm with you."

"Ok," she said, knowing his command reflected his feelings for her. It made her insides wiggle. 

They parked in the underground garage and made their way to his room. She had worked here before but for some reason it seemed much different. 

"Wow, fantastic room," she said, then, "I'm going to take a shower. Her eyes connected with his and she liked what she saw. 

In the bathroom she expressed a silent prayer to the goddess of love as she undressed. 'Oh thank you, thank you, thank you. He's definitely the one.'

Philip placed her suitcase and overnight bag in the closet, got a beer from the mini-fridge and looked out the window to give her some time. As the shower started he thought about Mei and Karla and what they might be up to. He pictured Mei dangling a breast over Karla's open mouth and smiling down at her. Then he took the beer with him into the bathroom and leant against the sink. 

He watched Ai. 

Looking down and with a shy smile she slid a glass panel aside to let him see her slender body and returned to bathing.

'Drink me in, Philip. I love your green eyes on me.' She hazarded a look at him while rolling the soap between her palms. The crazy cold warmth of her feelings for him shivered her skin.

Obviously, Ai knew men really well. She knew, and adored, how their eyes felt against her skin. She understood men's needs and loved them for it. Other girls thought it a weakness but she knew otherwise. 'We are all creatures born of love and love keeps things going.' She honored the lust part of love. It wasn't an annoyance for Ai, lust was the fuel that kept the species alive. She liked a horny man and seeing Philip become horny for her made her desire to fuck his brains out just that much more intense.

He brought her the bottle which she took in her delicate hand. She drank a long sip, handed it to him and stepped back, never breaking her lock on his eyes. 

She returned to wash herself simply, not turning unnecessarily or squeezing a breast and making erotic pretenses. His enjoyment at watching her hands gliding over her body could not be augmented with theatrics. 

She washed her hair, leant back into the stream to jut her pert breasts and let the water course over her face.

With conviction he knew she was the most beautiful creature alive. 

Yet, strangely, at that moment he thought of Mei and missed her. He knew she was probably sharing a dildo with Karla, riding another orgasm and kissing the redhead with love and urgency. But also he knew she would be thinking of how to convince her to feel for him as she did. 

These feelings for Ai didn't compete for space within him, probably because of Mei's enthusiastic prompting. They joined alongside and mixed with his love for Mei causing his feelings for her to swell. He could swear his heart was physically expanding. 

"Can I wash you, Philip?" She said it demurely but with maturity, with confidence, like Sophia Lauren in an old movie, with a hint of excitement and desire. 

He undressed and stepped in. Her hands rose to his hairy chest and strong shoulders. She tiptoe reached for his mouth, her hand sliding around his neck.

This was who she wanted. The man who would protect and treasure her. Age wasn't an issue for her. Most of her recent lovers, the paying kind, were much older and she liked the maturity. Guys her age were still boys. 

His eyes beckoned. His lips moved toward hers. He had generous lips that were firm yet wonderfully pliable with a bit of stubble under his nose. 'And his nose!' She considered it. It was big enough to get in the way, a reminder that he was of a different sex. 

The kiss was one of life's perfect moments. The anticipation of it built momentum like riding a rocket up a hill. The closer he got the more she wanted it and when they meshed together, his lips deforming into her own, she felt his soul upon her mouth.

'God! Such a man! Big, sure of himself and gentle.' This was a man she could give herself to with enthusiasm and confidence. A man who wouldn't hesitate to give her what she needed and empathetic enough to know exactly what that was. 

She surrendered to his mouth; let her want and desire flow through her and take over her body, let his tongue follow hers and caress her. It took the gift she was giving and his hands replied with an acknowledgment she felt along her back and in her hair. 'This is more than lust.' His body was speaking love to her, the love she longed for.

The intimacy of their kiss escalated. Their breath quickened; the lock between their eyes grew stronger, their hands sped along the other's bodies, frantically searching for the exact, perfect point.

"God, Ai. I..."

"Yes, Philip."

Both of her hands went to his wet hair, thumbs pressed to the tabs of his ears, fingers at his scalp. She pulled his mouth tighter against hers. She didn't want him to fumble out an, 'I love you,' not yet. Now wasn't the time. It was his body's turn to do the talking.

Her nipples throbbed as they rasped along his chest hair. 'He's the one,' she spoke to heaven in confident thanksgiving. The truth of it appeared in her head, not as a flash or with trumpets but a silent confirmation that Philip was to be her man.

She translated that knowledge as best she could into moans and soft strokes of his flesh, 'God I am so going to love this man. He will want for nothing. No woman will ever give him more than he can have with me.' Parallel to that thought she knew that the corollary was true as well, that he would do anything for her. That he was her hero and that he would take joy in giving just as she would.

Oddly, Philip was thinking of Mei again. He wasn't fantasizing that Ai was Mei or even comparing their bodies. It was the feeling that Mei was either crazy to encourage him to be where he was, doing what he was doing, or she was sincerely ok with it. She seemed more than ok, in fact, she outright demanded it of him. 'That's too good to be true,' he thought. Then as Ai lent back and he saw the way she looked into his eyes, changing focus from one to the other, about to say something, thoughts of Mei vanished. 'She's going to say it,' he was sure, the love word was going to be spoken. Was he ready? It was so fast. But perhaps she was right, perhaps she knew love better than he and that all of that catching up could be done at Home Depot? Why not? She is so different than anyone he'd ever known. She seemed a perfect person, but they all started that way, didn't they?

Then, without warning, something quieted his mind. It was like a spell cast from behind those eyes of hers, a communication from within her soul, 'I'm everything I promise. You love me. I am quintessential woman and I am all yours.'

Whatever it was it made him shiver, made his cock pulse and she smiled.

She turned, keeping those eyes upon his, put a hand up on the wall and looked over her shoulder, wet hair plastered down her back which curved at an impossible angle. She had one hand between her legs, waiting to guide him in. 

He moved against her and let her take him to her entrance. He pushed calmly forward and in. He gave it to her slowly to imbue meaning into his first penetration.

"Ahhh," she sighed. 

"Ai... let me love you."

"Yes."

"Let me love you," he repeated. He only felt the desire to care for her. No inkling of a need to change or improve. The idea if moulding her was just not present. She was already such a happy person that trying to change her as he had Mei would only damage her. She would be devoted and she would be his companion; she was already.

"Don't say it until you feel it, Philip," she said, both palms on the cool marble wall. "But I can say it now 'cause it's what I feel."

His hands moved from her thin hips and taut skin to her breasts. 

"I wanted this that first time at your place. Wanted to surround you like this, have you inside me." Ai's voice was controlled, and while she hummed her pleasure, she didn't use the sound to entice him to come quickly or to excite him as she would have a client. Philip was the one, after all. She was patient, savoring him, letting his timing predominate. 

She turned her head up and back and he held her face in his big hand, fingers splayed out over her from chin to forehead.

He was taking - she was giving. 

'Love me,' she thought and, wondering why she was keeping her thoughts to herself, spoke them. "Love me. Love me, Philip. Rub my insides with your love."

He had never thought of it that way before. 'That's an... interesting... way to put it,' he thought and wondered if she was using 'love' as a euphemism or if it were a metaphor. He hoped it was the latter; he preferred similes to metaphors but not in this case. 

Not having a handy reply for, 'rub my insides with your love,' he settled for grunts and 'Oh god's.

"Take from me. Take how I feel for you and bathe in it, sleep with me and let me watch your dreams. Let me give everything and take everything and be your lover."

He leant backward, pulling his toned chest and stomach away from her back, mottled with droplets on her tan skin, and watched his cock slide out from between her small, firm cheeks. 




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 16



'God what a body!' he thought, 'She's perfect. Young, tight and lithe.'

She seemed to be squeezing him in quick cycles, which he'd never felt before. As each inch withdrew she clutched at his penis until it's point was at her entrance again then she relaxed and moaned as he fed it back into her. 

He kept this position for a while, basking in her reaction and her tightness. Thinking how remarkable Ai was and how the pressure to please her and Mei was going to tax his masculinity. Yet the more he pleasured her the more his confidence grew and his desire to know her and love her did as well. 

They kept like this, an unhurried and heartfelt rhythmic joining, for minutes, until she sensed he was reaching his conclusion. 

"Uh yes... You're close... so... ugh... Philip?"

"Yes..."

"I love how you fuck me."

"Uhhgn," he groaned at how sexy it sounded. Her emphasis on 'Fuck' echoed in his head. For some reason he didn't expect the 'F' word from her. It was incongruous but in a sexy way, like a goddess in blue jeans. 

"You know?..." she said.

"Yeah."

"You are so totally trapped right now."

He knew exactly what she meant.

"But I'll be good to you. I'll never, ever use this against you. I will always be there for you, whenever you want and even when you don't. Just look at me, like, the way you do... ugh." 

She went quiet for a moment.

"Philip?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm never going to have another man. You know that right?"

"Ai..."

She said it like she knew something he didn't. Like she were an old woman, her live had already been lived, and was speaking through her younger self. 

"Ai..."

"Quiet. Don't speak. I don't want to hear it. I just want you to know how I feel. I'm not some kid, ok. I know what I want, I always have... uuuhhhuuh," she exhaled as he pushed deep, "And this is what I want. It's perfect and you..." She leaned back into him and looked down at the floor as the droplets of water fell one by one from her hair. "You are what I need, Philip. I'll never have another man... I won't ever need another... ugh... ggoddd."

He didn't know what to say. No woman had ever spoken to him this way, had never risked her self this way. 'How did she know I want her like that? How can she commit to me, so fast, so completely?' Then he wondered, 'Why doesn't that freak me out?' He searched within himself for feelings of entrapment. The sensation of being clung to wasn't new, his money made him a big target, but, search as he might, there was nothing.

Still he had to say something so he started with, "Ai..."

She cut him off. "You're going to come inside of me now. When I feel you coming I'm going to come too. You throbbing inside me is going to do it. Just tell me how you are unloading into me and kiss me."

He grunted his assent and tried to figure out how he was supposed to say, 'My cum is splashing inside of you,' without either laughing or sounding like a cheap porn flick.

"Call me, Mei, Philip, do me harder and call me her name when you come."

Hearing her say it dropped the hammer and he gushed into her. He squeezed her breasts and said, "Oh, Ai. I'm coming!"

"YES!"

"My cum is squirting into your... sweet... tight... goddamn perfect little pussy!"

"OH... Oh... fffff... Gauwd... ah. PHILIP!"

With a minuscule part of his mind he wondered if it were him coming or his words that seemed to make her shiver and scream. His mouth found her ear, "Coming into you... coming, deep, Ai, so deep inside of you, my semen..."

"Oh fuck, Philip, your cum!"

"... my warm, white cum inside of you."

'That must be it,' he thought as she screamed again and dug her fingers into his forearm. 'She loves the idea of my cum in her body. Go figure.'

She continued her orgasm, squeezing his cock just like a ring clamp, her muscles incredibly powerful. She didn't scream more but just closed her eyes, hummed contentedly and let herself glide back to earth. 

It was a great first time, just love in motion. No awkward fumbling, not an unnecessary word.

When she was sated she turned off the water and let him slide from her. Turning, embracing and kissing him sweetly she let her hands and lips demonstrate to him how much she enjoyed their inaugural joining.

When it was precisely the right moment she got out to get a towel. Smiling but silent, she dried him carefully. 

##########

"So when did you know you were bi?" Mei asked as they loaded plates in the dishwasher. 

"Mmmm, I kinda figured it out in high school. I had an inkling then at least. I started seeing other girls on the field hockey team looking at me and after a few weeks I decided that I kinda liked how it felt."

Mei prompted for more with her eyebrows. 

"I didn't follow through until my suitemate joined me in the shower sophomore year. It was, like, what the fuck, but she started kissing me before I knew it and my knees nearly let go. She'd been giving me the look all semester and got kinda tired of waiting."

"Hot?"

"Nah. Kinda dumpy and dyke looking."

"Ugh, know the kind."

"Well," she said defensively, "she was a great person, even with the nose ring and the tattoos. She had a magic mouth."

It made Mei feel bad to have judged the girl and remembered that it was something Jenny would have said. 

"Sorry. I shouldn't have..."

"Oh don't worry. It was true. She got all pissed I kept dating guys. Got all jealous and made a scene." She looked at the ceiling where it met the far wall. "Miss that mouth though."

Karla put the last wine glass in and reached down to shut the door. "Did you ever think about girls?" she asked. 

"You know," Mei said, moving toward the couch, "not really. I can't believe it, given how much I love sex. I mean, like, you would have thought I would have been curious but it just never occurred to me... before you." She gave Karla a suggestive look and a smile.

Karla joined her on the couch and tossed her legs over Mei's lap. Then she thought she should probably serve her instead and made to remove her legs. 

"No, keep your legs on mine. I like you, Karla. I want you to be comfortable. I need to learn to give and enjoy it."

"Part of your training?"

"Yep," she gently stroked her naked calves, "and I've found I really like it. Like anal sex. You think, like, it's gonna hurt but then you realize it's so worth it."

"Tried that. Didn't work?"

"Tim too big?"

"Too impatient. I wanted him to have something new, y'know, a little sexy gift but it was a disaster."

"Philip just bent me over and started sticking his fingers in my ass."

"Ugh!" Karla sighed, mistaking Mei's fond recollection for a complaint.

"What?" she asked, genuinely quizzical.

"Men."

"Oh no. No, you've got it all wrong. By the way, that's what I'm talking about. Can't do that here, or anywhere. No rolling your eyes and sighing, 'men.' Ok? Not about Philip."

"Yeah. Sorry."

"Anyway, first one finger, nice and slow. Then two. Then stuffing me like I was a turkey and next thing you know I'm howling like a house cat getting rogered by a jaguar. Never came like that, ever. Totally blew my mind."

"Wow."

"Fucking straight wow. Now I love it. Like fireworks and the room starts spinning love it."

Karla looked up at the blackness of the ceiling and said, "He's amazing."

Mei looked at; then studied and finally started laughing at Karla.

"What?" Karla was smiling at Mei's mirth. "What? What are you laughing at?"

"You are so fucking going to worship him."

"What!?" She said, still smiling, enjoying Mei even more for the teasing.

"That look in your eye like I was describing Prince Charming."

Karla didn't feel like she'd said anything extraordinary and not seeing her eyes sparkle like Mei did thought her friend was simply goading her. "Well you were, right?"

"Yeah, Prince Philip all right."

They let their joy subside and Karla put her feet on the floor and leant in to snuggle with Mei.

"We're gonna love him together, Karla. Gonna make a great team."

Karla sighed and laid more of her weight on the smaller girl. "Tim. Why can't you be ..."

"Now honey," Mei said in a sweet consoling voice, "don't blame him. I'm sure he's good. And who knows, maybe he'll learn something from knowing Philip."

"Are you kidding. They can never meet. Think of the disaster that would be."

"Leave it to Philip, lover. Leave every care to Philip."

##########

'Goddamn if I'm not the luckiest man in the State of California,' Philip thought. What was it with these two? Never having met they insisted on playing out this unusual fantasy together. 'Call me Mei for god's sake.' It just blew his mind - and twice in twenty four hours. They were mentally preparing he supposed but didn't want to over analyze at the moment. It wasn't the words so much, 'come in my mouth' were his personal favorite, but the idea that a woman would allow herself, encourage him for fuck's sake, to be substituted at the moment of most intimate vulnerability was inconceivably bold and selfless. It genuinely touched his heart and he felt a need to reciprocate somehow, to show them how much the gesture meant to him. 

They cuddled on the hotel bed and he ran his fingers along her skin. She was impossibly soft and delicate with bird like bones. Yet her spirit and personality were anything but yielding and reticent. She wasn't yet twenty but seemed thirty-five, she had that confidence.

"When's lunch?" she said languidly.

"We're going to meet them tomorrow at about eleven downstairs."

She looked up, "Oh... the other girl coming too?" 

"Karla, yes, if things go right tonight. I thought it would be good to get everyone together."

"I'm nervous." The fingers on her left hand toyed with the hair on his chest.

"She'll like you, honey."

"I mean, you know, it's like getting married to someone you've never met."

"I know."

"I mean, for all I know I'm going to be licking her pussy twenty-four hours from now."

"If I know Mei, honey, it'll be right after lunch. I'm keeping the room just in case."

"She that horny?"

"Hornier than you."

"Impossible."

"Wait and see." He brought a bunch of her hair to his nose and smelled. How was it that each woman smelled different yet always wonderful? "What do we do about your manager. What was his name?"

"Hector Guzman."

"What gang? Do you know?"

"The Untouchables, I think."

"How did you get involved with the likes of him?"

"It was an expedient really. A girl in my biology class was telling me how she was making a lot of money for med-school escorting and introduced us."

"Well, what do you want me to do with him?"

"I just don't ever want to see him again."

"Was there a contract or anything. Did you sign anything?"

"Worried about me getting sued?"

"No, but if they think you owe them than maybe all they want is money."

"I don't think it was a gang thing. I think it was just his job. His business, you know?"

"So you never met any other gang members?"

"No, thank god. I would have quit if he tried to make me his pass around whore. I really think he did it because, somewhere in his twisted mind he thought I was his property and that's just what you do to whores that disobey."

For an instant, he wondered if he was guilty of doing the same thing with Mei.

"I just want him to go away and never see him again."

"Right. Tomorrow I want you to give me every detail on him you have. His full name, address, phone numbers... anything you have." Seeing her vulnerable and a bit unsettled back on campus just made him hate the little gangster that much more. 

"Sure. What are you going to do?"

"You'd better leave it to me. You may still have to press charges but hold off for a week. You'll be safe with me. Does he have any idea you are with me now?"

She really, really liked the way he said, 'with me now.' "No, I don't see how he could. I didn't give him any explanation but he did ask if I were leaving for someone else. He really was more jealous than angry at loosing the income." 

"Let's stop talking about it. I'm starting to get angry and I don't want to right now."

"Ok. Tell me why you went to prison."

He told her of his crime, conviction and time inside. He wasn't lucky enough to go to a federal prison camp, more like college than a penitentiary. He told her of his cell mates and she understood what he meant by 'leave it to me.' She interrupted him. 

"Philip, please don't do anything to Hector that could get you in trouble. Really, he's such a little nothing turd that if you violated parole or something..."

"I'm not on parole..."

"... yeah, I meant the 'or something' as a kind of catch all. If you had to go back inside, I... it would really suck for me."

"I won't."

"Are you rich?" she flat out asked and he chuckled.

"Yes."

"Wow... super!" she said and didn't raise the issue again, ever.

They talked about the company, about living together and favorite foods. She talked about her folks and brother and again how her dad would love the shop. He told her again about Mei and how they met, how he wooed her and failed and how he blackmailed her. She thought it was the most romantic story ever, should be made into a book or a movie, with Christian Bale and Zhang Ziyi, "That girl in that kung fu movie."

"She kinda looks like her."

"She's our size. You said she was about 5' 5" right? Like me."

"Yeah, quite close."

"You love asian girls - right? I mean, I asked before but for you it's something special."

"I don't know how I fell into it but yeah, something special I think. I just think you all have the most beautiful faces of any race."

"Hmmm," she hummed and laid her head on his chest, petting his stomach with the flat of her palm. "Glad I'm Asian." She moved her palm lower and rested it over his pubic bone. 

"Can I give you head, Philip?"

"You know, Ai, it's going to be a problem."

She scooted her head down his chest to his abdomen. She played her fingers through the hair below his belly button and plowed his pubic hair with her nails. "What's that?" she asked, completely happy, warmly contented, riding the swells of his breathing.

"I'm not a stud horse. I'm not going to be able to satisfy three women every day. It's just not possible. I can't keep up that kind of pace. I mean, my dick is more sore than it has ever been in my life."

Just before she put it in her mouth she said, "It's a good thing we're bi I guess."

After fifteen minutes of warm and enjoyable fellatio she swallowed his tasty little squirt of semen. 

She didn't want to make a big deal about it, that is she didn't want Philip to know, not yet anyway, but she had been dying to get some. For a reason unknown to her, she had been waiting for it for days. Each time she fantasized about making love to him she came while imagining his semen spurt into her mouth. They had been powerful sessions, ending in real toe curling climaxes and it was, she figured, all tied to his semen somehow. She'd never had a thing for it before. It was just what guys did, a convenient marker indicating the conclusion of a job well done. Now it had, like, this special significance. 

She had always enjoyed giving and took a guys spunk as a kind of thank you token but now, as it gently warmed her throat, she knew his was something entirely different and not just because its sweeter than normal taste. 

As she savored the flavor of his semen, she returned to cuddle under his arm. She didn't need to vow her undying love and faithful tenderness to honor whatever god had shown its kindness at delivering Philip. A quite thank you was adequate, and she had great confidence in being just the woman that Philip needed.

He reached to turn out the light, the muscles of his chest flexing under her cheek. Darkness swallowed them and she shivered. Philip held her closer, mistaking her shudder for a chill. He couldn't know that it was fluttering in her heart that had broken free and enveloped her body. 

'God - he is so the one.'



From Jenny to Mei Ch. 17



 Many thanks to GTDaytona and VanessaNelson for their editing and hot stories!! ~ Start with chapter 1 ;)

*****

"What's that under the sheet?" Karla asked innocently enough as they perused the sex room. 

"That's Otto, my fuck machine," Mei said, and with a flourish, pulled off the sheet revealing the complex device. 

Karla was dazed - not by the contraption so much as by Mei Chun. She stood naked, black collar at her neck, pink marks still on her body, standing on her tip toes, beaming like her horse just won the Derby, introducing her to a mechanical fucking machine and expecting Karla to be as excited as she was. 'What kind of nymphomaniac is she?' Karla asked herself. When Mei had said she would schedule a massage with sex three times a week she figured it was just a sort of compliment, the enthusiasm of her first time. Now she knew she had been serious. The dedication Mei had to indulging her libido was dawning on Karla. Mei just couldn't get enough. 

"It's..." she started to say, but Mei interrupted her.

"Philip made it for me!" she got on, "See, you sit here and turn these grips to control the speed and these... well, it's amazing. Wanna try?"

Karla thought, or had thought of herself as a sexual adventurer, unafraid of exploring new and sometimes dark regions, even anal once (only once). Tim and she even had handcuffs - but Mei was something else. Mei was playing in a different league. 

Karla loved to come and she loved the tender bliss that followed a good orgasm, especially if it was shared with a lover. Mei, however, Karla realized, was possessed by her love of sex. Looking at her beaming face she wondered again just who this girl was. 

"Get on," Mei said, rising and patting the bench. 

"Not now, honey," she said, looking uncomfortable, "I'm good."

"Karla, please honey, get out of the habit of thinking about what you want and start thinking about following direction. You'll find so much joy in surrendering."

'Uggh,' she groaned inside, more bullshit, but knew when she decided to come over here that sex was going to be the main feature of the evening. She thought, at worst, she'd get double penetrated by Philip and Mei wearing a strap-on or something like that but getting plugged by a machine was not what she had in mind. 

"On you go," Mei prodded. 

'Time to decide,' she thought, 'mollify Mei Chun or walk out,' and there was no way she was walking out. She decided getting reamed by the machine might not be so bad. She reluctantly disrobed, threw her leg over the bench and settled in. She felt a bit queasy as Mei walked behind her and began buckling her into straps that held her shoulders back. 

"You're going to love this," Mei promised. 

Karla's skepticism grew, and she felt the uncomfortable loss of control like a cold, clammy breeze as Mei bound her. The straps over her waist pressed her down into the bench, the ones over her thighs kept her from wiggling her hips, and the ones over her torso kept her from moving forward. 

'Trust is important,' she told herself as a way to calm her nerves. She wanted to demonstrate her trust in Mei as Mei had with her. 'Maybe this is like those team building exercises we did at the student government retreat back in school,' she thought.  

Maybe being tied to this thing was a way to firm up their relationship. That letting Mei work out her kink on her was a way to cement Mei's affection — in a sick, twisted slut kind of way. 

'It won't be so bad,' she reasoned. 'She won't go overboard. Right?'

Finished with the torso straps, Mei came around to her front; the excitement shone in her eyes and in the smile on her face as she cinched the ankle straps tight. 

With her all buckled up Mei threw the switch, then realized she'd forgotten the lube. A quick brush of Karla's labia felt dry so she got up, found the liquid lube on the table and knelt down. She pointed it up and squirted the bottle like it was lighter fluid on coals. It sputtered and coughed with lewd noises as it emptied. 

She sat back down. 

"Ok, all lubed up and ready to go!" She loved the look of hesitation in Karla's eye, the half trust and skepticism. She leant forward and prepared to guide the wet dildo inside of Karla's body. 

"You're gonna love it," she said again, turned the grip with one hand and felt the cock move with the other. She guided it in and Karla began huffing in response to the growing feeling of being stuffed. 

It struck Karla at that point that Mei was damaged, injured and not a whole person. This was a very intimate moment but Mei had just introduced a pound of rubber cock into her body with no more than a, 'You're gonna love it.' Thinking back to earlier in the evening, it occurred to her how impersonal the sex had been then as well. There had been moments of tenderness, but nothing like their times in the massage room.

"Ready for the ride of your life?" Mei said, feeling the shaft reach the top, pause slightly and descend. Karla saw the glint in her eyes and their corners crinkle a bit. She tried to smile but it felt like a grimace. 

'Mei is half a person. She's... it's like...' That was as far as she got before the cock pushed the thought from her mind.

"Oh!" her gasp sounded like a hiccup with the impact to her cervix, "it's really big."

Mei climbed off, got the handcuffs and secured one wrist. Karla struggled, "No, Mei... I..." 

Mei grabbed her free arm. "Karla," she pulled her hair a little to get her attention. "You're mine. If you don't like it, I'll let you go but please enjoy submission for a while."

'Maybe by giving myself to her like this I can understand who she is?' Karla thought with hope. She relented, relaxed her arm and let Mei take her unbraceleted wrist even though she felt the intensifying weight of panic pressing in on her. As the sound of steel ratcheted behind her back the meaning of 'let you go' sunk in. 

"Ok, but don't hurt me or put that ball in my mouth."

"Oh... right. Now you are giving me ideas. You're warming up to this already."

"No, I didn't mean it that way."

The machine was on its lowest setting, the cock crawling into her a millimeter at a time, the motor purring with potential energy. Karla could mostly ignore the oversized invader until it hit home. 

She watched Mei walk off out of her sight and return with two glass bells, one on each of two fingers on her right hand. The tapping of them together made a clinking sound. 

"One part of your mind did, Karla. We'll see how it goes." She had real fear in her eyes when Mei looked deep within them. "Perhaps there is a secret you're hiding inside. Maybe you're more like me than you think. Sick, twisted slut sound about right?"

Karla didn't answer. Her attention was taken by the glass things on Mei's fingers. "What are... Ohhh-mmm," Karla interrupted herself with a sort of shivering moan when the dildo rose, pressed and pushed on her most tender internal mass. It felt like it, if it went a millimeter further, was going to skewer her and lift her off the seat. "Ugh. What are those?"

"They suck your nipples. He didn't use them on me yet but he showed me how they work."

"Suck my nipples?" Getting to know the real Mei was going to be harder than she thought.

"Yeah. I guess they pull on them real strong with suction. Should be great. A bit painful I suppose. I'll leave them on low until you're right about to come for the first time."

'First time?' Karla had always been a 'one and done' kinda girl, not able to stand further stimulation once she had come. Now she got the first hint that Mei might have other ideas. After all, she had mercilessly whipped Mei into ecstasy two hours ago and was now tied up to a fuck machine with a strange look on her lover's face. Some degree of table turning was bound to be in the cards.

Mei sat in front of Karla's bound body as Philip had been the night before. She carefully observed her face for signs of distress, or rather, unreasonable distress. Satisfied that she was ok she looked down and watched in fascination as the flesh covered ram pushed deliberately into Karla's body. She could see her long, florid, pink clitoral hood standing proud, jutting out to be flicked from side to side whenever she wanted. 

"Don't go crazy, Mei... honey," she whined. "Please."

Mei thought it adorable and smiled as sweetly as a four-year-old at Christmas time, "It's ok, baby. I'm just gonna break you open a little bit and we'll see what's inside."

It didn't calm Karla in the slightest. 

Mei tapped the bells together looking at Karla's nipples. She felt hungry for them. It was lust, yes, but a new variety. It was a twinge of desire to cause pain in those firm, pink, wonderfully receptive nubs of flesh. 

She leaned back a bit, reached under and turned on the little box affixed to the bench underneath. Mei brought the tubes up and Karla watched in fascination as her little pink tongue wetted the ridged glass ends and she screwed them into the golden rubber tubes. 

"Don't worry," Mei said sweetly, "I wouldn't try them on you without testing them out first." A string of saliva trickled to her nipple and she moved the foamy spittle around her nub. She slowly brought the flared end of the dainty little bell to her breast to tease Karla. 

"It's gonna hurt so good," she purred. 

Karla's eyes snapped from Mei's hard little tips to her eyes to see a wicked spark dance within their dark circles. Then Karla heard the sound of flesh being captured and saw Mei's eyelids close to thin slits in rapture as her chin went up and a moan escaped her lips. The hungry mouth of the bell had touched, grabbed, and lurched onto her, instantly pulling her flesh halfway down the vial. Mei convulsed a bit and Karla absolutely jerked in sympathetic pain and fear for her own sensitive nibs.

Mei whimpered an, "Ouch..." then relaxed. A moment passed and she - pullled on the tube, stretching her teat, her smoldering desire flashing in her eyes, and said, "Not bad." The other one went on with a 'Thwoup' and she arched her back and cupped her breasts. In alternating jerks, the bells sucked one then the other nipple into the glass vials. "Oh... nice," she sighed, looking at Karla's gray eyes. "Not quite as intense as the clamps but different... more insistent... sort of demanding. How are you liking Otto? He's a great fuck right?"

Between her attempts at coming to terms with who Mei really was and the nipple torture she was watching, Karla hadn't been paying much attention to the thrusting. Yet she had formed a definite opinion of the job Otto was doing. "It's fantastic," she said with an enthusiasm that surprised her. 

Mei turned the grip to set Otto going faster. "I know," she said. "He's a genius. He even had it tested on a whore before he gave it to me last night." She adjusted the suction higher then sidled up the bench to be closer to Karla. "Isn't that the sweetest thing?"

Karla thought it wasn't necessarily sweet but, feeling the thing bump her cervix again, decided now was not the time to ponder questions of Philip's kindness or morality.

"He had her here while I was banished to my shitty little apartment," she said and turned the grip slowly. Looking down she saw it speed up and felt the rush of power one gets riding a motor scooter for the first time. 

"He had her on this, fucking her with the same dildo going into you right now." She settled on a speed about double the previous tempo, just fast enough to switch her gears but not perhaps fast enough to get her off. She noticed Karla's eyelids flutter a bit.

"He said she told him she came like never before." Mei was close, close enough that the tubes on the suckers played along the skin of Karla's tummy and thought for an instant about the pain of being whipped with rubber hoses like these. "He told me when she was about to come she begged for his cock down her throat." Her right wrist rested on the opening in the bench, a perfectly comfortable support for her hand to caress Karla's immobile pussy. 

"Imagine his cock down your throat, Karla. Choking on him. Gagging and feeling like you were going to puke but he just kept it there, denying you air." The tab of her middle finger found her clit without aid of her eyes which were busy searching to see if the image she was implanting into Karla's mind was turning her on. Indeed, a ghost seemed to be moving behind her smoke colored irises.

With one of her fingers rolling lazily around her clit and up and down Karla's warm and puffy clit sheath Mei used the other hand to pull one of the suckers off her nipple. She found it stung wonderfully and tingled with the coolness of open air. It stuck out further than she'd ever seen it, red, angry and haughty. She felt every single nerve ending throb with rapture at being free. 

"Wow." She closed her eyes and tilted up her chin, savoring the throbbing discomfort. "This one's ready for you."

"I don't..." Karla was about to say, thinking that any more stimulation would break her resistance, would let something out that she wanted to keep hidden and controlled within. Something she felt Mei probing for.

"Say it, Karla. Say you don't want it and the gag goes in. That what you want, honey? It would be for your own good. At least you wouldn't swallow your tongue when I crank this thing up and see what it can do."

Karla didn't respond because the only thing she could think to say was 'no' which, like in a game of Simon Says, would bring that gag out. She knew enough about the mood Mei was in to know that.

The glass bell, warmed by Mei's breast, crisply snapped into place on Karla's virgin nipple and they both watched it elongate and redden. 

Behind her whimpering objections, huffed through clinched teeth, Karla's mind ran through its own thoughts. 'Fuck that hurts... so... fuck!... oh... damn, strange! Painful but... ouch... warm. Uh... geezus, how can she like this?'

Karla nibbled at her lip; Mei pressed her clit.

"Ah... it's," she said to Mei, "it hurts."

Mei tilted her head and looked at Karla. "Sometimes love's like that — or so I'm told."

Then, to Karla's astonishment, she found that the pain moderated quickly. "It's not that bad, after a minute," she said, her remaining apprehension clearly evident in her tone.

"Good!" Mei said, chipper and gay. "And it's much more than not that bad, baby. You'll see."

Karla had been so focused on Mei and this new persona that she didn't consider her own state of mind. It was true that in the last week she had daydreamed of Mei in her submissive role, as Philip's slave, thinking it was kinda cute and sexy. She had even wondered if she would find the S&M thing appealing. But now that she was living those daydreams, she felt something odd and disturbing. She felt an undercurrent of alien desire. And, as people do, she tried to reason with herself. She tried, 'I'm no slut,' but that didn't work. Then 'I can't be doing this,' but she was doing this. Then, finally, she admitted to herself that she was enjoying what was happening, if only a little. 'No wonder, really. I have this sexy Asian getting off controlling me, having her nipples sucked down a tube and watching this giant cock stuff me. What girl wouldn't get a bit turned on?'

However, Karla still had a problem. It wasn't that Karla didn't want to change, it was that she didn't want it as quickly and as brutally as this. She'd be fine, probably, progressing to wanton sex addict over a period of months in slow, small baby steps but Mei seemed to be in a hurry. 

She gasped when Mei twisted the grip again to set the machine really humming. She smiled as Karla panted and puffed at the acceleration. 

It was like a game, one Mei knew she was going to win, but she enjoyed the drama of the struggle within her helpless lover. She reached forward, took Karla's free nipple lightly between her lips and began a sweet, supple squeezing.

"Oh god." 

The first brick in Karla's defenses crumbled. 

"Oh god."

It felt so... so... alien and the contrast was mind splitting. Pain on one tit, bliss on the other and the thrusting into her felt as though it was pushing her diaphragm, doing her breathing for her. 

She wiggled to be free but Mei bit her a little, a signal not to struggle. 

Despite or because of the pleasure she felt the urgency to be off of this thing rise like a tide.

Just as the pain/pleasure of her two breasts fought each other in her head, so too did her desire to be 'normal' fight with her feelings for Mei. 

She gazed into the darkness of the room over the black of Mei's hair and saw a glimpse of her future. 

"Oh god." 

She saw her body writhing on a bed, her arms held over her head, Philip's face close to hers, contorted in orgasmic agony and Mei smiling beside him saying, "Isn't he the best, Karla?! Fucks like a machine doesn't he?" 

"Oh... God!"

Her left teat was being sucked hard with a metronomic rhythm that caused a pain to flare with each yank. She could see the twin of her sucker pulling on Mei, contra-pulsing like chambers in the same heart, Mei's ventricle to her atrium. It was a mild comfort to know that they were sharing the same pain.

The squeezing tug contrasted with Mei's gentle, wet slurping in a way that was both agony and a thing of beauty. The cock was jabbing her faster than any man had ever fucked her and it was relentless and awe inspiring. She felt like she was being inflated like a balloon and Mei's moans at her breast were doubling the pressure. 

"Oh - my - God!" 

Her foundation was cracking. She thought she could actually feel a fissure open within her. 

Mei loved it. "Did you say something, Karla?"

"Oh my..."

"Like it, honey?"

"... God...! Damn...!"

"See how nice submission can be?"

"Oh, Mei. Don't do this to me!"

"Good, Karla... you remembered. Only when we're like this. Call me Mei all you want baby."

"Oh fuck, Mei." Her voice was deep, husky; that 'moments from orgasm' voice. She couldn't hold out much longer. 

Mei stopped playing. "Let go, Karla. Let it all go."

"I can't... Oh god." she wasn't concerned about the gag.

"Don't hold back, baby. We've got so much ahead of us. So many good times, so much love and shopping to do."

"I can't do this. I'm not like this. I'm not like you, Mei!"

"It's the best thing ever. When your ass is in the air, with your wrists tied to your ankles and Philip's thumping his cock on your ass cheek and you're wondering which hole he wants."

"Oh, fuck..."

"It's the best feeling on earth."

"No... no... Mei!" 

"You love me?"

"I so fucking love you, bitch!" she shouted.

"Be my little slut?"

"Anything!" Karla felt that an expression of conventional love, lesbian in nature, sure, but normal love might keep her sane.

"Mei!?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Kiss me!"

Mei calmly, deliberately, moved to within a hair's breadth from Karla's lips and licked her girlfriend's mouth.

"Hurry! Don't tease me."

"Mmmm, teasing is nice. Start to come and I'll kiss you."

Karla felt the heat of Mei's breath on her wet lips, saw a few fine strands of black hair move before Mei's almond shaped eyes. 'God those eyes!' She smelled her shampoo. She felt Mei's lips begin to move over her own. 'What's she doing?' Then she thought she recognized the pattern. Open lips then a touch of tongue, then a pursing. Slowly repeated, open, touch of tongue, pursed lips. Again and again, slowly... with feeling. Lips repeating, lips saying something, then it dawned on her the words Mei was speaking with breath and not voice. They were, 'I love you.' 

That was when the orgasm started.

Mei timed it perfectly. She kissed Karla hard for the first ten seconds of wild, restrained bucking, then let go and yanked the sucker from Karla's left breast. "Keep coming now, Karla," she said, bent over to suck the long red nipple into her mouth and draw on it gently.




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 17



With the pull of blood removed from Karla's nipple a hypersensitivity replaced the pulsing pain of the sucker and Mei's wet warmth overwhelmed her.

Her scream did dual duty, making the pummeling of her orgasm audible, and forming a conduit for the pain exploding in her brain to reach the outside world. Her molten tit was half of her mind, Mei's knuckle mashed now against her clit and her vaginal muscles gripping the cock that was ramming inhumanly into her split the other half.

Karla paused her scream to gather in air for another. It ripped out of her throat and nearly deafened Mei. 

'Oh my god, this is great!' Mei thought, 'the power is amazing!' She sucked and bit Karla's raw nipple in short, sharp nips, tenderness alternating with teeth.

Karla wasn't done. Her eyes were so tightly shut that flashes of light winked in an out of existence against the blackness. She felt herself involuntarily seize and grip down with every thrust of the mass inside her, driving into her, refusing to relent. Then, the scalding her tit just got - like hot oil - and now the alternating comfort of Mei's tongue sliding over her nipple was a contrast so sharp and welcome that it too burned her.

Mei had to raise her voice to be heard over Karla's howling orgasm. "Give to me, Karla. It's so easy to let go."

For a half second she hated Mei with a molten fury, resolved to get free and stomp out with a huff and a 'Fuck you, crazy bitch!' Then it was gone in a puff, replaced by a new clarity. 

"Let go!" It echoed in the room. Karla heard the words as though they originated in her head, where her bottled-up slut was wiggling free. 

"Become all mine, Karla, and I'll give you everything."

"Mei," she moaned after her screams subsided, her energy draining like a lake with a ruptured dam. She felt a disorienting haze roll in which was surprisingly pleasant. But somehow she knew Mei wasn't finished. 

Mei let go of Karla's breast and pulled the sucker off of her own. She moved to within an inch of Karla's face. "Give to me, Karla."

"Mei!" she wailed desperately, wanting her to help push the slut she felt emerging back into her cage, help her to regain some sanity.

"Let go, Karla," she said, licking Karla's lips.

"No, Mei... please."

Mei cranked the grip and sent Otto into hyperdrive. "Let go," she said with new passion, her tongue dancing on Karla's lips.

Her eyes shut tight and their lips touching, she whined, "Mei... Momma told me..."

Her diaphragm was quivering from the fucking and her voice trembled in sympathy with Otto's vibrations which lent an air of comedic perversity to Karla's pleading. 

"Fuck your mother! If I had her where I have you she'd be begging for more. Every woman has a slut inside, Karla, it's my job to let yours out."

"Mei! I can't!"

Mei twisted the grip at hearing her utter the negative. The machine was now going full bore, the grip twisted to its stop. The cock was now ramming her so fast and hard that the skin of her vulva jiggled like Karla were jackhammering a slab of concrete. 

'Fuck!' Mei thought, 'Philip has made a monster,' and wondered, for just a moment, if she were describing Otto or herself. 'What a machine!' 

"You can." She gave her a sweet kiss, a welcoming gesture to the trollop within her and a last argument to let go of her inhibitions. "Be a slut like me, Karla. It'll be so much fun."

"O~h~h f~f~fuck..." she felt it start, not from the beginning but felt her orgasm resume. She tried to stand but the belts over her thighs kept her down. She shook, eyes clamped shut again. In a last desperate attempt she screamed, "S-s-shut it o~o~o~ff!" But Mei just smiled and twisted her unmolested nipple. 

"Not until you break, and then only for a breather."

"Yo~o~u caan't~doo~thiis~toooo~meeee, M~m~m~ei. Iiiiiii~loovvee~yyyoouu."

Mei nearly guffawed in her face. The look of helpless desperation; of panic, disappointment, and betrayal when paired with the comic, cartoon-like voice was nearly too delightful. She bit back the laughter and said, "That's why I'm doing this, Karla. You think I want to turn someone I don't love into my slut? To want my pussy as much as I want hers? To lay in the bath with for hours and do each other's toenails?... "

"S-s-top, M~m~m~ei... plee~a~s~e." Even with the ridiculous vibrations of her voice it was keening of such desperation it forced Mei to reconsider, if only for a moment. 

"... to fight and pull each other's hair and fall on the couch kissing and crying, telling each other how much we love each other? Don't you want hours on his machine, Karla? Don't you want to be mine, Karla?"

"Y~yes... b~b~but."

She kissed her quickly on her vibrating lips, short touches, wet and soft. "No buts, Karla. With me it's all or nothing."

Karla's thought took only a moment. "Aa~a~all... Aany~ttthing." 

"Good."

"O~h~h f-fuuck, fuuck - k~k~ki~iss mee god~daammiit."

Mei pushed with her feet and pressed her weight against Karla's body and gave her the most spectacular kiss she could manage, again fighting the urge to laugh as she felt Otto's vibrations pass through Karla's body into her own. 

Karla felt them too, the vibrations that made her sight blur. But it was Mei's kiss that made the floor fall away from under her; her tongue and her scent and the press of her body against her. All the while she felt Otto enter and leave her in what felt like one continuous experience of filling and emptying, like a cock shaped balloon was being expanded and deflated a hundred times a minute. It pushed her further down along a dark tunnel, coaxing her toward something awful and amazing. 

She started to cry.

With Otto fucking faster than a squirrel scratching its chin, the rubber cock now just a blur, Mei had her right where she wanted her. She brought her thumbs and forefingers to Karla's nipples and rolled them, tugging a bit. The feeling like she was at the controls of a human machine was like mainlining adrenaline. She'd controlled men before, dozens of times, made them suffer in bed, plead for release, practically wishing for death. This however, was new and so much more exhilarating. She knew exactly what Karla was enduring, the sweet torture that at once must stop and must continue. She knew how to keep it going and how good the ecstasy and the torment she was inflicting felt. She ended the kiss and prepared to hear it.

"S-s-top it... s-s-top the... m~m~maachiinee," Karla stammered, a desperate look in her eye. "Toooo muuch. Toooo muuch," she whined. 

Mei gave her another sweet, wet kiss and got up, lifted off the bench and made her way to the table.

"Nooo M~m~m~ei... re~e~a~lly! S~T~O~P * T~H~I~S * F~U~C~K~I~N~G * M~A~A~C~H~I~I~N~EE!"

She returned. "I'm glad you've made the decision to submit, Karla... You did right, or was I mistaken?"

"Noo~oo! Noo~oo... I'll d~o~o~o anyt~t~thing."

"Good, then start by holding this in your mouth." 

She brought the ball of the gag to her lips and Karla shook her head violently.

"You're so cute. Open."

"Noo~oo. Fu~fu-fuck~fuck~ck! Tu~urn i~it ooo~ff!"

"Open, bitch, or I turn it up faster!" Although there was no faster. 

"Ple~e~a~a~s~e, M~m~m~ei. God~daammiit I~i~i~i ca~a~an't fe~e~el myyy p~u~u~u~s~s~y~y~y."

She reached down and grabbed a nipple and twisted. "Open!"

The scream did the trick and Mei deftly shoved it in her mouth and buckled the strap behind her head despite the shaking of Karla's red locks. 

Then, taking pity, she slowed the machine to a crawl. 

The look in those gray eyes as Karla practically fainted in relief was priceless; something akin to shock with a bit of anger and betrayal mixed in. 

Karla panted through her nose, glad for the rest and trying to reconcile her feelings for Mei with what she had just endured. She was weak and buzzing from the climax and too shocked to be pissed. 

"I've got so much more for you, Karla, honey. So much more we may be here all night." Mei wasn't trying to sound evil but she did nevertheless. "We've got eight implements to get through. And since it was my test I can use them in any order I like."  

Mei returned to the table, slowly made a pretense of looking through items, picking up the flog and whipped her own calf with it. Judging it suitable, she returned with it slung over her shoulder and the wand in her hand. "You'll like this. I'm an expert."

She turned the wand on low and placed it softly against Karla's groin and began to draw the flog's leather strands over her bound body.

"Trust me, Karla?"

'A little late to ask now!' Karla thought, but she wanted to trust. She believed in Mei in a peculiar way, believed that what she did was right for herself. But in her current condition she only wanted off this thing and into Mei's bed. If she nodded yes Mei would push forward on her project to 'break her open and see what's inside.' 

"Hmmm?"

'Well,' she thought, 'can't get much worse.' Then, as she nodded her head to answer, a trepidation snared her. She thought, 'What the fuck am I thinking? It could get a lot worse.' That was when she felt the black leather strips play across her shoulders and saw intent in the wicked look in Mei's eyes. 

"Good."

Karla quivered. 

Mei stood. The swishing sound startled Karla. Then when the flog connected to the skin of her thighs her eyes opened wide. She screamed into the gag and twisted against her restraints.

'Holy FUCK!! That hurts! Stings... stings, stings, stings, stings... shit! And she likes this?'

However, much to Karla's surprise, the pain quickly turned an about face. It didn't magically turn into ecstasy but as the sting faded it was replaced by a not unpleasant warmth.

"Hmm... won't do," Mei said. "This is all wrong. Let me get that back rest off."

She uncuffed one hand, undid some straps, lifted the backrest off, turned it around and placed it in the holes in front of Karla so that it formed a rest on which she could lean her torso. She refastened her cuffs behind the padded rest and stepped back to survey Karla's exposed back. 

"Better," she said. "Like a canvas, ready for me to paint with the lovely pinks of pain." She petted Karla with the leather strands. "You're my plaything?"

Karla didn't know the right answer so she grunted. 

"To please or punish?"

The tendrils of the flog felt good slathering along her back. 

"Uhgf," she grunted again, trying not to be ambiguous. 

"Love is about trust."

"Uhgf."

"Trust and sacrifice..."

"Uhgf, ah." Karla liked the feel of the leather. It sort of tickled in a rough, peppery sort of way.

"... and pain."

'Slap!'

"Aaahhhrrr!" Karla cried. It's meaning: 'Oh-holy-Fuck! - you bitch! Shit that hurt!' wasn't lost on Mei.

"Oh, come now, Karla." Mei tucked the flog under her arm and began tickling Karla's skin with her fingertips. "That's not real pain. That was, what? a three? maybe a four? You're just frightened."

Like an antidote, Mei's fingers and soft voice brushed aside the pain as it burned out. Karla realized it was the shock more than pain that had startled her and amplified the sensation. The warm glow returned and with it a heightened sensitivity. 

"I didn't know this would be so fun," Mei said in what Karla thought was a completely inappropriate tone. 

'Smack!' 

The crack of the flog against Karla's ass echoed around the room and provided a poignant staccato to the rhythm of Otto's slow, methodical thumping. It was followed a moment later by a grunt-moan-sigh combination that tickled up Mei's vertebra. 

"Whadda rush - huh?!" She sounded like a teenager talking about her first ride on an ATV. "See how the pain drifts away? See how your skin comes alive?"

Karla grunted into the gag, which Mei found hard to interpret. It didn't matter much to her anyway. She knew she wasn't causing much pain, at least not pain that Karla couldn't manage. Screams of genuine wrath and agony are easy to distinguish from the annoying mewling sound that Karla was making. And anyway, she was giving Karla an easy intro to the kink. There was little velocity to her strikes, which was where the pain came from. Like tennis, she'd heard it said, it was all about racket head speed, that is the speed of the tip of the flog's tails when they struck the skin. If you didn't follow through with the strike hard but just hit the skin from close to a right angle it was really just a bunch of leather hitting the skin. More like a deep tissue massage kind of pain rather than the razors on the skin kind.

Anyway, Mei was betting that Karla's objections were all show, a reluctance to shed the good girl mask that most women wore. They were trained to wear it from a young age and they felt comfortable with it hiding their true sexuality. Propriety could be a comfortable fiction and a useful screen, but it had no place in their relationship. She wanted it discarded so the real slut within Karla could emerge. 

'Smack!' the flog spoke again, this time with a bit more edge to its voice. 

"I was like you not so long ago."

'Smack!'

"I hid my true nature and most people thought I was a nice girl."

'Smack!'

"Can you believe it? Jenny? Nice?"

'Smack!"

"That is until a guy fell in love with me. Then he saw what a cold, heartless bitch I was."

'Smack!"

"Then Philip found me." Mei trailed the leather along her back. "And broke me open. I was like a puppy at the pound and he claimed me, took me home and cleaned me up with this very flog in this dark room."

'Smack!"

"He brought me back to life, Karla. And though I know you're not a bitch like I was, I hope you'll appreciate what I'm trying to do for you."

'Smack!'

She was speaking to the lonely trollop within Karla's guarded inner self, saying that it was ok to come out, that the woman who kept her bottled up all these years was indisposed at the moment. She thought she heard, in Karla's groans especially, the voice of the lonely, repressed nympho trying to speak from within her, trying to thank her for the rubber cock jabbing her insides, and for the gag.

"Let the bitch out to play already, Karla. Once you come a few more times she'll escape anyway and you won't be able to hold on for long. His machine will see to that."

Karla knew exactly what she was saying as though her skin was translucent and Mei saw her hidden self writhe and contort within her. 

Mei struck her five more times in quick succession and, on the fifth (a really nice fast one that left a bit of a mark), as soon as the fire abated, Karla felt the itch like ten thousand ants walking on her back and bottom.

"Time for the suckers again," Mei said and removed the padded support in front of Karla. She reattached the glass bells and thought of a cow being milked. The vials and hoses alternated on her nipples, drawing the red flesh further down the bell in little jerks. 

Karla moaned with what Mei knew was pleasure. 

"Good, aren't they baby?"

Karla's eyes looked drugged. 

"Now to pick up the pace."

She turned Otto back up to cruising speed and changed the flog for the horse whip. 

'Smack!' on her right ass cheek.

"Ugggh!"

'Fuck this thing... is good,' Karla took a moment to consider, 'Poor Tim, out-fucked by Philip's machine.'

'Smack!' on her left. 

"Uggh!"

"You're close baby!"

Mei made these next ones hurt; the crop was her favorite, such delicious little tabs of torment.

With all that was happening to her body Karla confused the agony for bliss. 

'Smack' on the right again.

"Time to come, Karla. Come or we get Otto to show you what he can do."

It was, for Karla, as though Mei summoned her orgasm before her. Like a witch in a Disney movie, she conjured a great black monster from the steaming cauldron. It took form, big and dark and coming for her. 

"Be my bitch and start a new life."

'Ok, sure, why not,' were Karla's last thoughts before the presence of the hovering monster scared the thought from her head. 

This one was going to be huge. She could feel it gather with a tingling of her anus, like she was getting a lemon juice enema. 'Oh fuck,' she thought, 'Oh — my — G...'

After one more 'Slap!' from the crop Mei let it fall from her hand then reached around to crank Otto to the max again. She quickly sat behind Karla, reached around and pinched her clit. 

Karla's scream into the gag was fit to wake the dead. She hopped on the bench, whether to escape the sensations or get in closer proximity to them she didn't know. She jerked her head back, hitting Mei in the forehead. She screamed and twisted and writhed in a half torment - half rapture that seemed to be frying her mind. 

That was when the epiphany happened and the deluge of tears started. She felt so stupid afterward. That 'duh, no shit!' kind of stupid. All she had to do was relent, give in, submit as Mei put it. But with that realization, the understanding of what submission meant dawned on her. It wasn't slavery - not even close - it was simple kindness and caring. What Mei was asking of her wasn't anything she didn't want already. She would have been happy to care for Mei, to make her breakfast or massage her whenever she wanted. Indeed, she had been looking forward to it. It was that stupid word, 'submission'; so full of sinister connotation. But what was submission really other than putting someone else's desires before her own. She could do that, no problem. And after all, wasn't Mei submitting to Philip? Wasn't she happy doing things for him, letting him drive? And she had never met a more contented woman than Mei.

The crying and sobbing were for the relief. With the understanding of what Mei really wanted came a freedom from her fear and a sense of tenderness for her lover. They were also caused by the orgasm. In all of the stimulation and excitement her brain had crossed signals so that some of the frenetic ecstasy caused a trickle of tears to turn into a torrent and groans were mistranslated as sobs.

After relenting she found them within her. Like lovely little Easter eggs stashed in tall grass, each orgasm surprised her, each one more liberating than the last. Her anger and fear completely subsided as each glorious rush of endorphins made her more punch drunk. 

On and on the blur of sensual euphoria continued. Watching Mei watching her come. Watching Mei use the wand on herself with her legs straddling Karla's own thighs. 

Then her second blazing insight was on her. Like turning a corner, seeing something totally new, she began to understand; Mei was indeed breaking something open. Letting something flourish that was always there. It was freedom. Freedom from shame or inhibition. It was power, her power, the power of her body and of her gender. She didn't need permission, didn't need someone's approval, didn't need man or woman. Her body and her 'self' were perfect. She had all the strength of an unlimited sexuality to draw upon, and it felt good. 

For just a glorious moment she felt diaphanous, as thought she were formed from light or helium and were floating away. Then it was gone and she returned to being Karla. 'Weird...' she thought and turned her attention to Mei who'd been talking.

"I'm gonna be so girly for you, sweetie. Sometimes cuddly and needy, sometimes bitchy and demanding. I'm going to take an hour to wash your hair and lick your face off when he spurts all over you."

Mei stopped the machine for five minutes and gently petted Karla's pussy while she whispered seductively into her ear and licked her bow tie lips. "You're mine, Karla. Mine to walk through the mall with my hand in your back pocket. Mine to taunt and tease. Mine to hold in my arms while Philip does what he wants with you. I can't wait to go to a movie together and hold your hand the whole time. I want guys to try to pick us up at a bar and see their expressions when I French kiss you."




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 17



While Mei stroked, kissed and talked dirty to her, Karla searched for more orgasms within her, wanting to present them triumphantly to Mei and show her what pretty little jewels she'd found. Eager for more, she motioned with her chin to the table and Mei got the message. She returned with clamps that hurt spectacularly. Then came the crop again, a pretty little bee sting in each strike. Then the flog and the paddle, all the while the cock made its slow orbit inside her.

"See, Karla? See how wonderful? How the sting brings your skin to life? How the throbbing on your thigh begs for more?"

She did see it, she felt it just as Mei was describing. Pain was pleasure, an inverted pleasure sure but no less powerful than a caress, more so in fact.

Knowing precisely how hard to strike, Mei was careful not to injure Karla. The tools were eighty percent bark and the twenty percent bite was distributed to areas of moderate sensitivity. She didn't want to punish her, just to introduce her to the joy of it and convince her to follow. 

Still, as moderate as it was, Mei had never loved the raw excitement of anything so much in her life. Her own couple of orgasms, sitting on the handle of the wand while the head whirred on Karla's pussy, were just a bonus. What totally got her off was the control and the giving. 

"Are you my whore now, Karla?" Mei asked with lilting voice.

She struggled to speak, to tell Mei what was happening, to admit, to apologize for her doubts, to hold her. Yet all she could do was grunt into the gag and nod her head. 

Mei knelt, one knee on the bench and held her. "I love you, Karla. You're so good. You're going to love what we have together. You're going to love your new life here with us."

To be here was Karla's only wish.

"To be our toy and our idol. To have your body worshiped and to worship ours." 

The last orgasm was unlike any other. It was the final surge that set her free to dedicate herself to satisfying Mei's slightest whim. And as Mei helped her come down, turning things off and unbuckling straps, she caressed and cared for her with tenderness and patience. 

In an entirely new voice, Mei asked, "How are you, Karla? You ok? Let's get you comfortable and let me care for you."

It was a wild ride indeed, too many orgasms to count, too many moments of pain to consider. She knew she must be bleeding somewhere but, like a spill on a rug you were going to throw away in the next trash, it didn't matter. 

##########

Karla was a wreck. 

Her insides and vulva could still feel the vibrations, ghost sensations of stimulation removed. Emotionally she felt different, which, given that this was her first whipping, first ride on a machine, first total sexual submission, was no wonder. She felt an amazing calm strength laying back in Mei's arms, taking sips of the divine apple juice Mei was tilting into her mouth from a tumbler. 

Mei had taken her to bed after a bath just like Philip had given her, right down to the facial and neck rub. "Good, isn't it," she said.

"Heavenly." 

Mei stroked her hair.

"We can have anything we want here," she said, then added something about a camel that Karla didn't catch. 

"I want you."

"You'll have all of me you want."

"Philip?" Karla asked.

"He'll have all of me too, of course."

"No, I want Philip too."

"Yes Karla, you'll have Philip too." It pleased her so much to hear her say it.

"And Tim."

"Sure, him too."

"How are we going to manage it all?"

"You leave that to me, it's my job to organize. I'm thinking of quitting my job and running the household for him. It's going to get bigger."

"What's going to get bigger?"

"It's going to get crowded around here. Ai is going to move in. Philip doesn't know it yet but I do."

"Who is Ai?" Karla made to lift up but Mei kept her down.

"Calm... be calm honey. Ai's his new girlfriend."

"Huh?" What the fuck was she saying? "New girlfriend?!"

"Yeah, she's the college hooker I was telling you about. The girl who tested the machine you were just on."

"But... but," she stammered and tried to rise. "But I'm supposed to be his new girlfriend... aren't I?"

Mei kept her close with an arm over her shoulder. "Oh yes, sure you are, but don't think about it like she's competition."

"But..."

"She's joining us like a sister and I can't wait to meet her. I wish she were staying with him tonight."

"Mei. Do you hear yourself? Are you brainwashed or something? Your boyfriend..."

"And master."

"... and master, is dating a college hooker and you're disappointed that he's not fucking her right now?!"

"Yeah?"

"So how fucked up is that?"

"Karla, you're in his bed with his girlfriend who just whipped you to what, a dozen orgasms? Think about it. And didn't you just tell me you wanted to fuck my boyfriend?"

"And Master," Karla grinned as she said it.

"And master, yes. Thanks for reminding me." Mei leaned in for a kiss.

As their lips glided against themselves, aided by a smidgen of their spit, she gave the whole thing a small slice of brain time. A moment later, as they parted, she said with awe in her voice, "What a lucky bastard."

"Yeah... I love that part of it. I mean, every guy's dream, right. And he so deserves it."

"How's he going to afford it?"

"Remember the necklace? Anyway, don't worry, he's got a good job." It was up to Philip to reveal more if he chose. They had spoken about making up a story that accounted for Mei's black card and decided that the lottery was out, lottery winners being a matter of public record in California. They settled on a dead uncle, some millionaire in the old country that left her a bundle. It was undecided if the story would be told to Karla or just used at the office and with her other, now nearly forgotten, friends.

"So when do I move in?"

"Really!?" Mei pounced on her, spilling the juice. She kissed her and they giggled. It overjoyed Mei, and Karla loved her reaction.

"Yeah, I mean in for a penny, right? Can't be this week or anything."

"Oh god, it's going to be so much fun. What about Tim?"

"That's the problem. I don't know how to tell him."

"Let Philip help out. Maybe there can be an accommodation. Some kind of time-share or something."

"I still want to keep him."

"I know, honey... let's see."

"God, I never thought I'd join a harem."

They spooned just like she had hoped, arm over Mei's slim waist, hand on her tummy, face buried in her hair. She fell asleep inhaling her sweet, herbal scent, listening to her recitation of her expressions of love and the plans she had for them all. It was lovely, and felt like her soul was being delivered into the arms of sleep from those of her lover. She had never felt so connected to anyone before. 

##########

Mei's last emotion before sleep came was of regret. Karla was wonderful and she felt that they would grow close. However, there was something missing, that Karla deserved more and she blamed herself. 

'It's this fetish of mine. I never had a fetish unless sex is a fetish. I never needed this S&M stuff before.' She wondered what she had become and if Philip had done her a favor by introducing her to the kink. It did something to her, something so right with him but wrong when she was the one doling out the punishment. And no matter how it had obviously gotten Karla off, after some initial reluctance, Mei could tell it didn't affect Karla in the same way it did her. 

If she had been awake, Karla would have recognized the look in Mei's eye and the wicked little grin at the corners of her mouth. "But God was it hot!" she whispered to the quite room and pulled Karla's sleeping hand to her breast.

One last thought troubled Mei before sleep stole over her. She came to understand that she had neglected the element of romance in her relationship with Karla — that she was cheating her. Mei wasn't entirely sure what romance with a girl would be like. For Jenny the first whiff of romance had been the sign to hit the eject button. And she couldn't use Philip's interpretation of the romanic arts either.

It was with real sadness that Mei realized there was yet another price to pay for having been Jenny. And as she mourned lost opportunities and cursed the bitch she had been, she sighed and said quietly, "It's too late now."



From Jenny to Mei Ch. 18



Philip and Ai woke at about nine. They showered together with nothing more than light hearted laughs, soft kisses and gentle groping. 

Towelled off and happy, Ai was back to her bouncy, effervescent self as if the run in with Hector, her erstwhile manager, hadn't happened the night before. 

She took out a black bra, thong and a black day dress from one of the suitcases she'd hastily packed at her apartment. The garment was cotton lace with sleeves three quarters to her wrists and hugged her body like a sheath. With a spray of some fruity smelling cologne she was ready; five minutes from fabulous naked to fabulous dressed.

"You look..." Philip couldn't find the exact word, the one word that would capture all that she did look: thin, tan, cute, sultry, innocent, provocative; no one word could do so much. "You..." he stared at her face, paused then changed his thoughts, "Beauty is so hard to describe. The way your cheek curves to your chin, your hairline, the wisps of hair at your ears. Your eyes are..."

Ai spun to show him her backside and halted. Her hair caught up with her twist and gathered at her shoulders. "Would you say all that again when you make love to me? And look at me like that?"

"Sure."

"Anyway, thanks... I've got to look great. I'm meeting my new girlfriend today," she said with a giggle. "Sounds funny doesn't it? Anyway, it's true, it's life and I can't wait." 

"I love you, Ai," he said, overlapping her words, and they both realized it was his first time.

She hopped to put her forearms around his neck and kiss him. "I love you too, Philip." She lifted her knee and wrapped it around him, "Let me show you how much," she said, and breakfast was canceled. 

At ten to ten he called Mei to check in with her and see how the rest of her night with Karla went. She was just finished dressing, debating foundation or no foundation and decided against it. "Great... we had the best time. It would have been fantastic if you were here, I missed you, but you were right. It wouldn't have been the same for Karla."

"Ai is here and can't wait to meet you."

"Oh... so you changed your mind? Good."

"No, there was some trouble at her place and I went to get her. Everything is ok. When do you think you'll be here?"

"The taxi is waiting for us and Karla is scrambling to get ready. About forty-five minutes if that's ok?"

"Perfect. We'll be in the restaurant."

"Bye, honey."

He said goodbye and Ai looked even more nervous. She lay under him, and having heard Mei's half of the conversation, said, "She's going to be so beautiful and I'm going to look like a kid." She frowned.

"You should see Karla," he said, not thinking she wouldn't need the added anxiety of comparing herself to yet another woman. "But you, Ai... you are, and this isn't a complement to make you feel better, you're the most beautiful woman I've met in person."

She gave his cock an extra squeeze which unintentionally forced it out of her body. "You say the nicest things. Let me wipe off and get ready."

"We've got forty-five minutes to kill," he said. "Mei likes it when I suck my cum out of her and dribble it in her mouth."

"Oh my god," she squealed in perverse excitement, "would you?"

"Sure. What's sauce for the goose," he said, sliding down her body to kneel on the floor and take her small ass cheeks in his palms. 

Getting head, the slower the better, and feeling that feeling of a soft tongue on her pussy lips felt so much like love to Ai.

"Oh, ummmm, this is the best." She squirmed a bit at the sensation of the softness of his tongue. She thought, 'he's sucking his cum out of me. Holy cow! That's HOT!'

He did suck, taking his time, not freaking out when she pushed a glob of his viscous ejaculate into his mouth. He gathered what he could, using his fingers to scoop out a bit more and she quivered, mouth open, as he smiled, pulled on her nipple, opened his lips and let his cum fall from his tongue. 

Her head spun as she tasted his semen and kissed him, letting it swirl together between them before she swallowed.

"Oh my," she said. "That was the most romantic thing a guy has ever done."

"Tastes like zinc," he said and returned south. 

Ai didn't have to coach him, didn't have to ask him to slow down or put his finger right there or nibble her clit every so often. She did encourage him with her sounds, as much for his pleasure as her involuntary emotional response, but without acting. 

He patiently finished the job with two fingers, stretching her wide with a long digit to either side caressing her g-spot and sweeping her clit with his tongue. He let her arrive on her own schedule, happy to prolong the experience for her because he loved licking pussy more than just about anything. 

He noticed again that she had this adorable way of pushing and grunting as she came, pulling his hair and sort of saying her name, 'Ai, Ai, Ai' as she rubbed his face against her. It was probably more like 'I, I, I,' with a very faint 'ə' sound. It was cute and endearing. 

##########

Markèta prepared for her visit to the Élysée Palace with particular care. While her clothing had to be business neutral in France that gave her a lot of leeway. She selected a black jacket and skirt combination that accentuated her thin hips and an ivory blouse that would present her breasts to advantage without being slutty. For underneath she decided on the white bra and garter set and clasped the gold chain around her slim waist. From Sophie she learned he liked a bit of accessory jewelry, that he liked mid-morning trysts and had a penchant for anal. 

She was cleared by security and met by Sébastien, the president's personal assistant, in the grand foyer for her ten a.m. appointment. She was led to the First Lady's rooms and was left to peruse her wardrobe. She knew her consultant and had a grudging admiration for the little fairy. He did a good job of hiding the older woman's unfortunate hips. 

It was twenty minutes into her visit when Pierre entered and took a seat against the mirror. They spoke of her opinion of his wife's wardrobe and Markéta spoke highly of her clothes and the job her consultant was doing. She didn't want his job. 

"And for a gift for her. What do you suggest?"

"What do you want the gift to say?"

"I appreciate you. You see she is accommodating of my duties and the personal stress my position entails. That and the many duties she performs for the state. She is in Nice today opening a clinic for immigrants, for example."

She knew she would be away but his signal was the important point. 

"Jewelry speaks of passion, clothing says this is how I see you," she said. 

"Hmm."

"A party tells her you want to display her, that you are proud."

"We attend too many parties."

"Do you wish that the gift be an intimate gesture of your love for her? Presentation can be as effective as the gift itself."

"I do love my wife but the time for intimacy such as that is past perhaps. I had thought maybe of a desk set, A Mont Blanc pen set."

She frowned slightly.

"No?"

"No, I think perhaps that sends the wrong message."

"What would you like to receive?"

She smiled slyly as she fingered through the First Lady's lingerie drawer.

"Personally, my favorite gifts are of a more intangible nature."

"What would a man reward you with, Markéta? A woman as unique and lovely as yourself?" He stood and approached her. 

It was going exactly as she suspected it would, right down to that question. 

"I enjoy experiences, adventures, an exploitation of romantic boundaries. Clothes and jewelry are wonderful, of course, but for me a man can show me how he feels only with himself."

He was next to her, his fingers toying with a pair of his wife's red panties. "So you have a sensuous nature, Markèta? One that enjoys the feel of silk against her skin?"

"Silk, certainly," she looked at him, turning slightly in the closet, "or leather, or the bite of a good hemp rope."

His set his hand on her shoulder and he cupped her breast with the other. "I have all those things."

She could have simply knelt down and started blowing him but she knew men like him appreciated some challenge in the seduction. She gently disengaged his hand and moved to his wife's shoes, looking behind her to gauge his attitude, careful not to smile. His look showed a shadow of apprehension. 

She bent her knees, knowing the skirt would stretch to show her figure. She shook her sandy blond hair and let the curled waves bounce at her back. 

"Perhaps shoes will say what you wish?"

He was tired of the pretext. "No, shoes are a woman's choice."

"And so is her body, Pierre. Who she shares it with and when."

This wasn't in the script, he thought. This was supposed to be an easy conquest. A quick effortless tryst. Would she dare to refuse him? He was considering retreating and postponing sex until his dinner with Sophie when she said, "You are a man of unusual tastes." 

He grunted a reply. 

"One, Sophie tells me, who has a particular..." she looked up and let her blue eyes tell him one thing while her mouth said another, "disgusting fetish."

"I am a man who, yes, has needs. Like any other." He was confused by the word 'disgusting.' 

"We may have coinciding interests, Pierre. Have you found anyone to indulge your special perversion?" Anal sex was anything but a perversion in modern day Europe and that's not what she meant. She was risking a lot by this attitude but if she were correct in her judgement and if she were going to push aside Sophie, or at least take position as alternate mistress, she had to be bold. 

"And what..." she stood as he spoke, with a shoe in her hand, "... perversion is that?"

She stood close in the smallish closet, pressed in by the dresses and silk slips on hangers to either side of them. His fascination was evident as she brought the high healed patent leather pump up for him to gaze at. She was now confident her supposition was correct. She moved it slowly and caressed his cheek with the shiny black toe. In her most seductive, husky voice she said, "I don't mean your love of fucking girls in the ass, Pierre. I mean your secret desires. The ones you only hint at with Sophie. The ones she scoffs at and calls you sick for having. The one that so disgusted your previous mistress." She put her hand on his chest and moved it up the buttons to his neck.

"You are the president of the republic," she placed her fingers around his throat and squeezed hard yet kept her voice calm. "But you're a fraud, a charlatan, an incompetent fool who is beyond his depth running a farmstead much less a great nation. You're a filthy pervert not worthy of being the dustman in a unemployment office in the smallest provincial backwater. Isn't that right, Pierre?"

He said nothing, only looked at the shoe and then to her eyes to gauge this extraordinary, bold woman.

She let go of his throat and brushed his chest as if to sweep away crumbs. "So Pierre? Have you found your real mistress? The one who understands you? The one who sympathizes with your condition, knows how to relieve you of your guilt?"

He was unsure of himself. She was bluffing, assuming that all men of authority have such doubts and weaknesses. But she was saying what he felt, speaking the very thoughts that haunted him. How could he, Pierre Abélard, youngest son of a tax accountant and a stay at home mother of six, be a great man, the man his country needed? He was terrified that this dream would evaporate and he would be revealed as the impostor he was, naked before the public, ridiculed and laughed at in the streets. 

The stress of his job had made it worse. The bastards he was forced to appoint to his cabinet conspired behind his back, leaked damaging details to the press of a financial scandal that hit too close to home. They wanted his job and at times he wanted to step away from it all and grow tomatoes and return to teaching. One day soon, he was sure, the press would turn on him and some determined young reporter would discover the details of the defense contract's irregularities. Anyway the chairman of the consortium knew, even if it were set up through several intermediaries. It had happened before, no matter how careful one was, money could be traced, people could be forced to speak and he would be ruined.

"No one can help me," he said in despair and wiped his face with his hand. This what not what he expected but a sense of relief filled him. He wasn't sure how she had known what he so desperately wanted. He had only hinted before to any of his women. Only his wife knew but she would not have discovered this from her. Perhaps she was in tune with him. Maybe she just saw the truth, a woman's intuition. He needed redemption, forgiveness, he needed his mother's love again.

"So Pierre. What shall we do about your problem? Do you need my help?"

"This... this is a bluff."

"Of course not," she said as though the thought were ridiculous. "You're a hopeless piece of shit, Pierre, but perhaps for the state I can do a service." She brushed the front of his pants and felt his erection. "Look at you, Pierre." She leaned in close, her breath against his cheek, her hand stroking the tip of his cock. "Is this your tiny cock? Is this what Sophie's been satisfied with?"

His attempts at rebuilding his confidence over the past months had settled on sexual exploits. He could do very little as president, he was an incompetent as she had said, a fraud. He could win no legislation, make no improvement's to France's economic fortunes. He was wasting his opportunity to lead France and was just marking time until he would retire, disgraced and humiliated.

She unzipped his pants and reached inside "This really won't do."

He cupped a breast in an attempt to regain control and she crushed his balls in her hand. 

"Remove your filthy hand," she hissed.

"Yes," he gasped and let go, letting his hands fall to his sides and letting his will collapse. "You won't touch me, Pierre. You have that little whore Sophie for that. For you there is something else."

He was speechless.

"I know what you need, Pierre." She petted his cheek and spoke softly. "I know how you hurt inside. I have seen it in your eyes when you tried to be jovial and gay. Your bravado and bonhomie works on some, the stupid people you've surrounded yourself with, but not on me. I see inside you. You are crumbling. You are weak. You need guidance. Someone who cares enough about you to let you vomit out all the shit inside you and show you where you've gone wrong. Someone to crush your balls and spit in your mouth. Someone to make you cry and then let you suckle at her breast as she combs your hair with her fingers."

It sounded so good. He knew he needed something. His fantasies had tended in this direction for years. It all started going wrong when he allowed himself to be seduced away from academia to run for mayor twenty years ago. But he was so full of himself. First as a professor, then Mayor and then elected to the National Assembly, he thought it just a run of good luck, just fortune rewarding him for chances taken. But the system was designed to accommodate incompetence and laziness in its leaders. No one expected him to know the slightest about running a city or the issues relating to legislation. No one took the talk of a presidential bid with anything but amusement. However, a deadlock froze the parties' top candidates in a bitter public battle and he was the agreed compromise, all sides knowing he would fail. So he was chosen to lead the party in the last election. Still no one had any hope he would win until fate stepped in and his opponent killed a child in an automobile accident on his way home from his gay lover's bed early one morning. That was two weeks before the start of balloting. This ensured his election, and now two years later the leader of France was a wreck. The state was leaderless and followers of both of the bypassed candidates of his own party were engineering his downfall.

"Lie on the floor and lick my shoes while I consider."

This was the critical moment she thought, but he didn't hesitate. He was at her feet in moments, his tongue tentatively touching her pumps. "Long, slow licks, shithead!" she said and he began to lick from toe to heal.

"Tell me what you need to say. But don't bore me."

It poured out of him between his licking. His confessions of inadequacy, incompetence and moral corruption spewed forth as did quiet sobbing.

When she got bored she selected one of his wife's thin leather belts. She noticed with approval that it was Hermès which, she recalled, started as a saddlery over a hundred years ago. 'How appropriate,' she thought, 'for whipping a man.'

"You are shit."

"I am shit. It's true. My daughters won't speak to me."

She doubled over the belt and whipped his ass through his chinos. "Don't whine to me you sniveling little shit." The president's yelp transformed into louder sobs. "Confess and I will decide when you can unburden your soul and tell me your personal feelings."

"Yes, mistress."

Crack! "Do not call me that!" Crack! "That whore Sophie is your mistress." She struggled to find what she should call him and the only thing that came immediately to mind was therapist but it didn't have the right tone. "I am your conscience, your confessor, and if you come to understand your wickedness and embrace humility, then perhaps something else."

His crying and the licking of her shoe continued. She could feel his saliva run down her instep. With disgust she pulled it away and told him to lay his head flat on the floor. Stepping on his face she said, "Tell me what I am."

"You are my dominatrice, my nemesis come to destroy me."

"Pull out your tiny penis."

He did so but it wasn't tiny by anyone's judgment. The president of France was packing a respectable piece. 

"You're such a fucking pervert. Look at you with a little boy's cock. Try to make yourself come you filthy pig. Rub yourself like you did as a boy, guilty at your sin, cowering and silent so you mama didn't find you out and whip you."

"Mama," he moaned and Markéta found one of his triggers. 

##########

They had just ordered coffee in the restaurant when he saw Mei. She was wearing the pearls, silk blouse and accordion skirt that Markéta had selected and the Choo guy's shoes. She was radiant with pink/red lipstick and walked like she owned the hotel. Karla was behind her a step, dark ruby red hair bouncing over a simple black turtle neck and jeans. Her skin was much darker than the average pale-skinned redhead. However she definitely looked white against Mei's coloring, but appealingly so. As a pair they looked astonishing, like models, except models never looked this spectacular in person. 

Philip stood as did Ai, who walked around behind him.

"Mei," he said as her lips touched his cheek, "this is Ai." He turned but Ai had moved and as he spun around, locating her on his opposite side. He said, "Ai, this is Mei Chun and Karla."

In a blur, Mei hugged Ai and with a kiss on the cheek she whisked her off deeper into the restaurant. "Ai, I am so glad to meet you," she spoke like there was some kind of time bomb about to go off and if she didn't get a hundred words out that instant it would explode and kill them all. "He's told me about you and I want you to be completely comfortable with it and, I know I am, and... oh we are going to be such good friends, and you are so beautiful," she pushed Ai away to look at her dress, "but I knew you would be and I'm so glad you were here with him last night, you have to tell me everything, absolutely everything."

"Mei-Ch..." she got that much out before Mei resumed.

"And look at you. I'm going to have to get used to not being the prettiest girl in his bed, but that's ok... I mean," she stopped, "You do like girls, right, I mean, that's not going... he said?"




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 18



"I like you, Mei Chun. You're really lovely."

"Oh god, we are going to be the best sisters. It's going to be so great. We can wear the same clothes! Come meet Karla. She's something else. You'll love her."

Karla and Philip had kissed on the cheek, he with a bit more affection than she, and were seated and talking as they returned. Both stood again. 

The girls returned smiling like it was the last day of high school. Karla was shocked at Ai's innocent beauty, not believing the girl was a prostitute. She greeted her warmly with a hug, but not enthusiastically as Mei had done. 

They ate a companionable, friendly lunch; Mei making plans and Ai, at one point chatting about her design for a machine.

"Ai and I are going into business together," Philip announced. "We're going to make fuck machines like Otto and sell them online."

Mei and Karla were enthusiastic. "That thing nearly killed me last night," Karla effused. "I never thought..." she looked at Mei, then changed her sentence. "The operator took it a bit too far perhaps but I loved it. How did you get the idea, Philip?"

"I kinda figured that there had to be another man in the house." 

"It's no substitute for you," Mei said. "But so sweet of you to think of us."

"I'm thinking about a tandem machine," Ai said, looking at Mei. She turned to Karla, "I might be able to do a three girl machine too," she turned her head to Philip, "That should be possible, right, I mean like a 'Y' y'know?"

"Sure, three or even four shouldn't present a problem, might get a bit heavy but we could assemble it on the second floor."

Looking at him, Mei lit off a smile, "Karla is moving in," she said excitedly.

"Oh, really," said Philip with delight. "That's great, Karla. What about Tim?"

"She wants to talk to you about that. Ai and I will get to know each other and you two discuss it."

He looked at Karla who was looking at her plate and slowly shaking her head. She had been assured by Mei that it was what Philip wanted and she had no difficulty in believing that. However, she didn't know him all that well and was still uncomfortable with the idea. Sleeping with Mei was great and she wanted many more nights with her, without the whips and fuck machine, but just jumping into his bed was now, in the light of day and her propriety in full flower, not as appealing a prospect as it had been at two in the morning. 

Philip read the timidity in her face and posture. 

"Yes, Philip. I need your help again. Just like with Kenisha, I have a problem that's too big for me. I don't want to hurt him."

"I've been thinking about it. Let's wander around and talk it through. Maybe we'll figure something out."

It made Karla feel better. He was older and for a young woman like Karla a confident and sincere older man was a comfort. She thought Philip might be 'a fixer'. Her father was a fixer, a man in her life that, well, fixed things, like her toys when she was a kid and cars and taxes when she was older. Philip had fixed the Kenisha situation with just a talk over coffee. Maybe he could fix the Tim problem as well. 

She looked at Mei and thought about her deepening feelings for the pretty young woman who had tormented her to such ecstasy just ten hours ago. Then she took a moment to look back into Philip's eyes and hoped he would make what she wanted possible. 

She knew, in a very real and profound way that he was, indeed, Mei's master. Master in the guardian sense of the word and not necessarily in the way people talked about kinky sex. The insight gave her a shiver of comprehension. And rather than anger she felt an odd sympathy for him. He had a responsibility for Mei Chun that she knew she wouldn't be able to shoulder. It added to her respect for him and she realized that she might grow dependent on him too, and not just because he was Mei's gatekeeper. 

Mei, for her part, hardly took her eyes off Ai throughout lunch, noticing every movement, admiring her grace as she ate, seeing how she bashfully smiled and looked down when she noticed her stare. 

Her looks had an effect on Ai. At first she felt self-conscious, like Mei Chun was picking her apart but she soon recognized the hunger in her eyes and knew it for what it was. 

When the meal wound down Philip slid Mei the room key, signed the receipt and as he put down the pen, said, "I got a couples massage scheduled at one in the spa. Did you two want to take it?"

"No," Mei got up and took Ai's hand. "You two go. We'll be around when you need us. Call me or just pop in with Karla when you're done." 

Ai looked at Philip with something like a, 'What am I getting into?' look in her eye but marched off with Mei, then glanced back and gave him a wink and a smile.

##########

The President of France was on his knees shamefully stroking his cock telling Markéta how bad he was, how guilty he felt and how he was about to loose control and come on her shoes. 

She had flogged him with the belt till his ass, still in his pants, was cherry red. She had stepped on his penis and crushed his sack with her pretty Manolo Blahnik ankle-strap pumps that she could not live without. She had run out of insults and had taken to speaking in Czech which had proven very effective. Now it was time for him to finish. 

"I suppose, for the good of the republic I will have to allow your disgusting semen to stain my shoes but if you ever wish to continue your therapy you will have to lick it off, every revolting drop."

He nodded, his need to ejaculate the penultimate humiliation.

"Need to come? My little pervert?"

His eyes pleaded with her to stop but he did need to come. She was indeed the goddess Nemesis. He would do it, as sick and debased as consuming one's own semen was.

"Then do it before I change my mind," she said then turned away in mock disgust. 

"You are my goddess," he said and spurted on her. She felt the warm droplets touch her ankle and lowered her eyes to see the gorgeous sight of his cock disgorging thick streams of white goo on the shoe he cradled in one hand. The white contrasting so nicely with the shiny black upper, like pearls on leather.

"Lick it off!" she screamed at him before his orgasm finished and before his attitude changed. "Clean my shoe of that filth." 

And he did, at first with timidity and then with dedicated obedience. He was relieved to discover his cum wasn't battery acid that would burn his lips. And as he humiliated himself before this gorgeous woman, the tears washing into his mouth to make the salty cum that much more briny, he felt more depraved and worthless than he had since childhood. It made him think of his mother. 

When he had finished she made him swallow and inspected his mouth. He knelt, mouth agape, a trace of white still on his tongue. His red, swollen eyes streamed tears and he shuddered with the blubbering. 

Markéta's sympathy formed like a whirlpool centered on her solar plexus, sucking her heart into dark misery. She nearly wept at the sight of the broken and hurting man. 

She knelt, gathered her legs under her on the floor of his wife's closet and calmly unbuttoned her blouse. She tugged the cup of her bra, baring a breast, and took his crying head to her chest. 

His sobbing redoubled and her heart threatened to crack in two. She hadn't expected to see his emotional collapse. She figured he had a kinky side to him as most Frenchmen did, figured she would probe him to see exactly what a little domination would do for him. But she had not intended to turn him into a sniveling child. It was more than she had counted on or was prepared to deal with, but she adapted quickly. With a tenderness that surprised herself she began to coo to him in calming, motherly reassurance. 

"Suckle me, Pierre," she stroked his cheek and forehead. "Tell your goddess everything. But first suckle me and close your eyes. Cry it all out."

With eyes closed yet streaming tears he cupped the tip of her conical breast with his mouth and pulled on her teat in just the manner a baby would. His tears wet her blouse. After quiet minutes of her comforting susurrations and fingers through his thinning hair he gave up her breast to say, "I am so ashamed of myself."

"You don't have to be ashamed, Pierre." Her voice sounded unfamiliarly like her mother's, "You can be honest with me. You can be the school teacher you are. The humble man who wanted to help people. Before all the arrogance and pride took hold of you."

"I was once a good man, maybe. A man my wife loved and my children admired." He looked up into her eyes, "They called me daddy and looked at me with love. And now, as you say, I am an incompetent pervert."

She took his head in her arms and guided his mouth back to her breast. "I will be here for you, Pierre. We will continue your therapy. You will find yourself again."

##########

Earlier that morning Ms. Boyd entered the employee door of the clinic where Mei worked and asked to speak to the director of personnel. She was past middle age, wispy, pinkish blond hair in a business like bun, gray pink skirt suit and sensible shoes. "I'm here," she said when the director had joined her in the waiting room, "to replace Ms. Huang for the day." 

The director was taken aback. She got a voicemail from Mei at seven telling her she wouldn't be in and apologizing but said she'd have someone cover for her. She thought Mei had meant the ladies would cover for her, figuring she'd left a message for Samantha as well, but this was different.

"I'm sorry, come again?"

"I've been assigned by my agency to fill in for a Ms. Mei Chun Huang, or perhaps that's Huang Mei Chun, presuming she is of Chinese heritage." Her style of speech was firm, clipped and professional. "I'm well versed with common office procedures, filing, interacting with the public and I catch on quickly. Where do you need me?"

"But we don't do that."

"What are her duties?"

"She receives patients and ... but we don't do that."

"Don't do what?"

"We don't just have someone come in and fill-in like that. We're a government agency."

"Are you over staffed?"

"No..."

"Then let's put the taxpayers' dollars to work, shall we."

"But..."

"I'm perfectly capable of fulfilling her duties. I've been an executive secretary and have worked in an office since I was seventeen. I am qualified."

"But you see..."

Ms. Boyd walked passed her and into the work area behind the reception counter. "Where does Ms. Huang sit?" She nodded at an astounded Judy who, with Samantha, had overheard the conversation. 

"I've got it, Justine," Samantha said, figuring this had something to do with Mei's master. "She sits here honey and I'll show you what to do."

"But what about," the director said, "what about patient confidentiality? We can't just have..."

"It's ok. I'll take the patients today and Ms.? What was your name ma'am?"

"Ms. Boyd, or Tina, either is fine. You are?"

"Samantha," she looked at the director, "She'll do filing Justine or we'll find something. Don't worry about it."

The director walked off, leaving it in her hands and wondering what was going on with Mei Chun. 

##########

Philip hated lounging around a restaurant after eating, so he stood and reached for Karla's hand. "Let's take a walk." She took his hand but found cause to relinquish it a few moments later.

They walked a bit through the lobby shops then out to the street. Monday foot traffic was light but this wasn't the place to have their discussion and Philip suggested returning to the hotel. After a quick chat with the concierge they got on an elevator.

"I don't know about all this, Philip." She played with the bangle at her wrist and he let her wait to express herself without prompting or impatience. And, as the next words were forming, so to was an unusual feeling of déjà vu. It was as though the elevator ride was yet another metaphorical journey she was taking. Not one that she expected would match the emotional intensity of her experience last night with Mei, but one that was, perhaps, as fateful. "I'm not sure I'm the right girl."

Philip didn't respond.

When the elevator opened they were led out to a deck normally used for weddings and business receptions. However, due to the concierge's phone call, was now being quickly made up for two. A young man was putting a wrought iron table and chairs next to the railing and a quite attractive Asian woman was placing a table cloth and glasses atop it. San Francisco's most spectacular view, the white Transamerica tower predominate in the foreground, would be all theirs. Philip reminded himself to tip the concierge.

"Tell me at your own pace, Karla." They sat and he selected a tea service for both of them. Karla concurred with his choice with a nod to the waitress. 

"You know how I feel about Mei Chun. I'm just so overwhelmed with the suddenness of all this and the intensity of what I feel." A light breeze whirled her hair about. It played the strands before her earnest gray eyes. "I'm not..." She paused to try again. "I have never been..." She stumbled despite herself. 

"Slowly, Karla. We have all day."

"I love women, Philip, but I'm not a lesbian."

He displayed no reaction. 

"I don't know if that makes sense. It doesn't make sense to me. I mean. I cannot describe what she does to me. Different. Different than ever before and it... There was an emotional element I never experienced before."

Karla went silent, drifting in thought, indifferent to his patience. 

"It frightened you?"

She had been studying the tableware and her hands but when he spoke she snapped her eyes to his.

"Yes. Frightens and thrills me."

"Think this might be a tipping point in your life?"

"Maybe. Maybe but I love men too. I mean Tim. It's like." She curled her hair behind her ear to keep it out of her eyes. "You like football, right?"

"Yes."

"And you like baseball?"

"Yes."

"See," she said as though she had delivered the last word on one of life's enduring mysteries. 

"Mei Chun is softness and sex and Tim is hardness and sex. Know what I mean? And the emotion is..., like, totally different."

Philip didn't know what she meant, he had a good idea but also knew that a confirmation that she was being clear in her description wasn't what she needed to hear. 

"Karla," he held her right hand, "it's fine that you find women sexy. That you want to sink into her body and wallow in her warmth and affection. That you want to thrill her with your kisses and show your feelings for her through sex. In fact I can't imagine why all women aren't lesbian to one degree or another. I mean, what's not to like? You get a kind of emotional fulfillment that a guy like me or Tim just can't do well. And Mei is just so into it that she makes it fun and just ridiculously hot." 

Karla was impressed with his perspicacity, but didn't want to acknowledge it just yet. Instead of asking him how he knew so much about the lesbian experience she asked, "Really? So you think it's normal?" 

"Completely normal and healthy."

"Good. Thanks for the head check." 

Karla did have a genuine concern because, even though she hadn't had an issue with bisexuality before, it was because she had never really loved another woman. And loving Mei Chun was so disorientingly different than loving a man.

"No problem," he said. "So what about you?"

"I know I don't want to miss out on this... you understand, I'm not as... how do I say... as enthusiastic as Mei Chun about the whole harem thing but I sense there is something happening that I want to be a part of and..."

"How was last night?" 

She lowered her chin but looked up and into his captivating green eyes. "It was beyond anything I could have imagined." Her mouth formed the slightest hint of a grimace, just a stretching of her lower lip which caused a faint downturn to the corners. "The first half of the night, as you know, I... you had me. I mean she had me, like, take control."

"That's one way to put it," he said with a smile.

"I never thought I was capable of that and the thrill it gave me was the highest I've ever felt. It..." her mouth returned to its placid state, "... felt so fucking powerful. It scared the shit out of me."

Their tea arrived. Philip made them both a cup.

"Scared you?"

"I've always been passive. I've always allowed myself to... um... to be the object. I never took control like that and I think I let it run away. I think I hurt her and that's what scared me. That I was enjoying hurting her."

"It's intoxicating."

"Yes, and I don't want to be that kind of person."

"I won't let you be that kind of person, not until you can handle it, or not at all if you don't want."

"How do you control it? Mei hurt me when she had me on Otto but, like, seconds later it was ok. Later I realized that she didn't go overboard even thought at the time I thought she had."

"Did you enjoy it? Being the object of that kind of passion?"

Karla took a few moments to consider. "I don't think so. I mean, you wouldn't have known it by how I reacted last night but I think the idea of her hurting me makes me uncomfortable."

"That's understandable."

"She loved it and, I mean, I came like a epileptic I'm sure but just snuggling is better."

"Good. I am glad to hear that, Karla."

In what Philip thought was a rather disjointed segue, Karla said, "Then there is the issue of Tim."

"Tell me about Tim."

"He's sweet. He's twenty-seven, got an ok job in accounting. Nothing sexy mind you but it's steady, not always reliable but he's good and he loves me."

"Marriage material?"

"When he gets around to asking, yes."

"You are a spectacularly attractive woman, Karla. You'd be a great catch for a lawyer or investment manager."

"Thanks."

"No... I don't mean it as a compliment. I want you to understand your worth. I could introduce you to fifty men who earn at least two-hundred thousand a year and in three months you'd have five offers of marriage. But I'm not trying to seduce you away from Tim. If he's the one you want and you're happy with the way your life is going then don't let me or Mei push you off your path."

"That's the problem. Since I met Mei... Mei Chun..." she stopped, "Is there any chance you'll just let me call her Mei?"

"Not for the present, it's a privilege that I kinda like having as my own. But we'll see in a few weeks."

"Since I met her I've lost touch with what I want. I think I want..."

"Don't tell me think, Karla, tell me what you know."

She understood his interruption and agreed that now was not the time to hedge or equivocate. 

"I know I want to continue seeing her and last night just made that more clear and, I guess urgent. Waking up this morning was just so right... so comfortable and great."

"I know. So how do we give you what you want, Karla?"

She saw in his eyes he meant exactly what he said. She felt no expectation from him, that he had no real need for her, which was really odd. She had thought this was all about him, creating this fantasy harem so he could get all the sex he could stand. Now she understood that this man enjoyed making things good for people, that rather than some depraved pervert he was kind and gentle. After last night she was prepared to at least sympathize with his kinky desire to whip Mei Chun but now she understood that it really was a kind of therapy he was conducting on Mei.

"I don't know, Philip. Mei urged me to trust you."

"Ok... I'll ask and you answer."

"Ok."

"Do you want to live with us?"

'Well,' she thought, 'that's the crux isn't it? He goes right to the heart of the problem.' Karla saw that he was like her father that way. It was uncomfortable but she had to face the issue. 

"Yes," she said. 

"Ok, can he accept that? You staying with us, at least part of the time?"




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 18



"I don't think so."

"But you don't want to break up?"

"Right."

"So we have to find some compensation for him that will allow him to come to terms with his girlfriend being shared with another woman. Can you think of any compensation that he would find attractive?"

'Damn, just like a man to deal with the nuts and bolts of the thing. It's like men don't have a heart.' She said, "It's not a trade-off. I'm not a horse. I mean, you can't just say, 'Here Tim, take a million so your girlfriend can shack up with us.'"

"Actually we make trade-offs all the time. Does he like sex?"

"Sure, he was at a strip club with his buddies last night. Supposedly to find a place for his brother's bachelor party, but they picked one already, I'm sure."

"Hmmm," Philip hummed. "Do you have any objection to him having another girlfriend?"

"I don't like the idea but I couldn't very well complain, could I?"

"Women can do anything, Karla. The double standards I've seen would leave you breathless."

He felt her unease, let her stew for a moment and gestured to the young woman who brought their tea. She was taking a second to step outside and enjoy the view. As she approached he asked if she could find a rubber band or something for Karla's hair. 

"Thank you, Philip." Philip, she saw, enjoyed being sweet. 

"It looked like it was bothering you."

"I didn't expect you to be so..." She left the adjective float.

"Nice?" he offered.

"Yeah. I mean, 'master' isn't a word that summons forth attributes like tenderness and thoughtfulness."

"That's probably why it doesn't suit me. It's really a reflection of Mei's fantasy rather than mine."

He drank his tea and noticed she wasn't going to continue the conversation. To get her back on track, he said, "Describe your perfect world."

She looked out over the mid-day skyline, the bay laid out before her. The Golden Gate Bridge lie to the left of the enormous white spire of the Transamerica building which was close enough to reach out and touch. She would love to live like this. 

"First I'd move in here for a month."

She watched his impassive face. 

"Then I'd take a vacation with you and Mei Chun..."

"And Ai."

"Yes, and Ai. She is really striking. I can't believe she sells her body."

"Rented it, but that's over now."

"Oh? Good."

"Continue please."

"I guess Monday, Wednesday, Friday with you all and the rest of the time with Tim."

"Here in the Mandarin?"

"Yes, well, that's just fantasy." She struggled with her hair again, fighting the warm gusts. 

"Good... keep going." He brought his cup to his lips. 

"I'd have my own spa, the best in town. With high profile, famous clients and a staff. I'd have a private jet and a house on Knob Hill. Can you do all that?"

"Some of it, yes. You'll have to get your own house but mine is yours if you live with us."

"Do you want that?" She had to know if she was welcome.

"Yes. Primarily because it's what Mei wants. I mean you're very lovely, Karla, with a spectacular body and I'd love to give it the attention it deserves, but right now I have all of the female attention I can handle." 

"But that's part of the deal?" she said looking back into his eyes. 

"Not necessarily. I've never been one to force myself on a woman."

"Mei Chun said you made her beg for it first."

"Yes, and you will too."

"You seem sure of yourself." She felt a tingle of arousal talking to him like this, in this very fine setting. She recalled Mei's enthusiasm for his skills. 

"It's just that I won't until you do. It's your body, Karla, not mine."

"But with Mei Chun..."

"Mei Chun is different. She belongs to me because that's how she wants it. It's not that way with Ai. She doesn't need that and if you don't need it then we'll find out what you do."

"I don't even know."

"That's why we are here." He drank the last of his tea and refilled his cup. 

She could tell by the subtle change in his face and the pause he enjoyed that he was going to change the subject of their conversation. 

"We are very lucky, Karla," he began, "We live in a class that can set its own rules, or at least some of them. It's not that we are better. We just have the resources to make other decisions."

"You have the resources." She tilted her head fractionally. "Just how rich are you anyway?"

"Not Bill Gates rich but at some level it doesn't matter."

"That the level you're at?"

"It depends on your needs I guess. I don't have extravagant tastes."

"Just a greed for women's bodies."

"It's not even that, it's not a woman's body I primarily lust after. I mean, a beautiful breast has this magical power to hypnotize me, make me do stupid things, but I like making a woman reach new areas of herself. See them grow into powerful, happy people. It lasts so much longer than the thrill of sex and it's more gratifying."

She looked skeptical.

"Really. I mean, look, I don't want to overstate it. I lust, sure I do have a greed for women's bodies but after all it's the best thing nature has to offer and you do to. It's something we share, Karla. I saw how you looked at Ai."

She brushed aside a wisp of hair. "She's spectacular, like an Asian Kate Moss. I think she has the prettiest face I've ever seen."

"So listen, how do we fix your problem? As I see it you want your cake and eat it too, which is fine. Just means we have to make more cakes. Your main issue is Tim and his happiness."

"Right."

"Thought about the obvious expedient of talking with him?"

"What would you say if I walked in and said I'd fallen in love with another woman and want to move in with her and her S&M master?"

"I'm not a good example but I understand. What about this? Let's make him beholden to you. Let's set him up."

"I'm listening."

"Just turn it around. We arrange for him to cheat on you, you find out, you threaten to leave. Then he starts negotiating."

"He wouldn't cheat on me."

"Karla... Karla, Karla. I don't want to sound condescending but the male sexual drive is such that cheating isn't really an act of will. He was at a strip club last night? What do you think he was thinking when he got a lap dance and the girl's nipple was in his mouth?" 

The young Asian woman returned with a band. He said his thanks and, "More hot water, please." She nodded and withdrew. "And another Earl Gray, please." 

Karla thanked the woman and twisted the band around a clump of hair. 

"He's..." she was about to say 'different' but Philip interrupted.

"It's like sneezing. If I sent Ai out to follow him to a bar and she sat next to him, started a conversation and offered to let him take her home what do you think would happen? Of course he'd take her to bed. It doesn't mean he doesn't love you. Men need, have a biological imperative, to wander, to deposit their genetic material as widely as possible. I often find it amazing that people don't seem to understand that we are animals. And why should we be any different than a lion or a gorilla? We have a thin veneer of culture, rules for behavior, but it doesn't change our nature."

"So you think we should send Ai out to seduce him and then I threaten to leave him."

"Ai is out of the question, she was an example, and so is Mei. But yeah."

"I don't know."

"I'm just offering alternatives. Perhaps just coming out and telling him. Why don't we role play. You tell me what you'd tell him."

"I have an idea," she said, "sort of a modified version of yours."

"Ok... shoot."

"No guy can resist the idea of two women at the same time. I know enough about men to know that. So why don't I let him catch me and Mei Chun in bed together."

"I'm not going to let another guy fuck Mei. I did that before and I regret it bitterly."

"Ok...well they don't have sex. Maybe he just does me while she masturbates in a chair or something. Or he's on his back on the bed and she shoves a dildo inside her and lets him watch while I'm blowing him."

"Eh...?"

"That would get him in the mood to agree to anything."

"I don't know," he said. 

"For me?"

"What about this. Ai has got to have some friends in the business. Why don't we get one of them to do it, then he can do the both of you?"

"I couldn't do it with a stranger like that... it wouldn't work."

"Hmm." She was right, the chemistry wouldn't be there.

"So I meet with him at a bar or something, or at dinner and I tell him about Mei Chun and say something naughty happened and I'm so sorry. Then she joins us, interrupting my confession and he sits there for the rest of the meal wondering what happened. Then we go back to our place and put on a show for him, as a way of apologizing. Then Mei leaves and I tell him all about it. That would work.... or at least it would put him in a frame of mind to listen."

"Then what?"

"Then I tell him I can't live without her and if he wants to share, to have two women then we can talk about it."

"I like the plan. But he doesn't get Mei or Ai. Ever."

"We'll figure something out. Maybe he'll be content to watch."

Philip glanced at his phone, saw it was time for the massage and paid the bill, leaving a generous tip. "See. I knew a woman would find a man's weak spot."

"Thank you, Philip. I think it'll work." She took his hand and they walked like lovers back inside.

##########

"Isn't he the best?" Mei said in the elevator, taking both of her hands in her own. "He's so powerful and, like, gallant."

"Do you love him, Mei Chun?"

"Did I just say gallant?"

"Yeah, and you're blushing."

"Yeah, well I must love him because I've never used that word, like, ever."

"But so do I," Ai confessed, "Doesn't that bother you?"

"Oh no. I love that you love him. He deserves the both of us. I mean, what am I going to do on my period if he needs me? I'm such a bitch for a few days."

"Oh, there are ways around that. Do you think escorts take a week off a month?"

"Oh... I didn't know. You've got so much to teach me."

Mei practically dragged Ai into the room, got out a beer from the mini fridge and twisted the top. She took a swig and handed it to Ai, not yet old enough to drink legally. "Let's sit over here," she said and moved to two chairs and a table by the window. 

"So tell me about escorting. Sarah, Philip's old flame, was one in college and she made it sound great."

"It's pretty great if you like getting nailed by guys you don't know and getting paid in cash."

"Who wouldn't?"

"Yeah, I loved it to be honest about it and all my guys were great. I mean some didn't have the emotional attachment that I like but they all treated me real well. No making me choke or anything. Never anything other than polite and caring. Some of them gave me real nice gifts too, lingerie or a toy or just cash or a gift card."

"Wow, how considerate."

"Yeah it's a lot to give up, but there's a dark side I guess, like anything." She told her of her manager and said she'd wished she'd had a service and maybe charged more. 

"You're giving all that up for Philip?"

"It's like when I met him I couldn't think of anyone else. So it's no problem."

Mei got on her knees in front of her, put her hands on her thighs, thumbs on the inside of her knees and looked up at her. "Can you love me too, Ai?" she said as she placed her head on Ai's lap. 

Ai was a bit astounded by the gesture, petted her silky, ink black hair and felt Mei's hands softly stroke up her calves from her ankles to the back of her knees.

"You know I've never loved another girl; like, been in love with another girl." She pressed her thumb against Mei's earlobe and traced its outer edge. "It was either just for fun or in a three way for a client."

"You like it don't you?"

"In its way it's so much better."

"I know what you mean." Mei didn't bother telling Ai that she was her second girl.

"I think the love part of sex is better, or can be better with a woman, y'know?"

"Hmmm," Mei purred, dragging her fingertips up to the bottom of her thighs, under her dress.

"Girls are so soft and so much more emotionally there. You know... more accessible."

"Do you cry, Ai?"

"Sometimes. Like at movies and things?"

"When Philip just pounds me, you know, like he's totally given himself over to the animal within himself and I'm just, like, this body, this object he's fucking, I get all teary and just start sobbing from the emotions."

"Wow... that sounds nice."

"I want to cry with you, Ai. I really want to share everything with you. If you're Philip's choice I want to be your choice too."

"That's sweet, Mei Chun."

Mei raised from her lap. Ai's heart sparkled as she saw something like Mei's soul in her eyes. She leant forward and put a palm on each of her cheeks. "I don't think I'll have any problem loving you." 

The kiss was ultimately tender and serene. Wet lips just meeting with no pressure whatsoever. They held the moment without the need to progress. Their breath mingled. Mei delicately groaned in tender, quiet rapture.

"Make me your lover, Ai," she whispered, their lips brushing together with the movement of speech.

"Yes, Mei Chun."

"Call me Mei when you're kissing me."

"Yes, Mei," Ai tittered, which sounded cute, terrifically cute, yet not silly or juvenile.

Mei pushed up the bottom of Ai's dress with the back of her hands, her fingers creeping forward over the tops of sylphic thighs. Ai's breath deepened, accelerated and puffed against Mei's lips. Two pair of moist lips hovered close, nearly joined but only touching. Fingers crawled at the outside of her hips reaching for the string of her thong. They found them, hooked over them but remained still. She felt Mei's tongue, inconceivably soft and warm, brush her lips, play upon and trace their outlines. She didn't reciprocate, knowing it wasn't her turn. She just listened with her heart to the music Mei was making.

The gentle tug came, Ai lifted, felt her thong move down her bottom and to the top of her thighs and pause. She took her turn, licked Mei's tongue with a sliding grace that caused Mei's head to shiver and caused Ai to laugh gently.

"Wow," Mei whispered, "Do it again."

Ai licked, lagging her tongue around Mei's lips and into her mouth. Ai pressed her forward, her hands in her hair, and Mei simply melted, exhaling a smoldering craving for this lovely young woman, as their mouths firmly coupled.

Mei pulled on the taught string of her underwear dragging the light nothing of material to Ai's knees. An urgency was strangling Mei's heart but she fought off the desire to move quicker. She channeled her need into exploring Ai's mouth and sucking her tongue.

Ai felt herself being carried away. The intonation of her murmuring raised in pitch, came more quickly, as she caught sight of a brown eye, strands of black before it, looking deep inside her.

Mei broke away, sat back on her haunches and lifted Ai's feet through the black rings of her panties, lovely, low heal, shiny strapped pumps still on. When she was free, Ai moved quickly to kneel with her and they raised together, hands on each other's backs exploring, gently caressing, still in no hurry.

"Will you have me, Mei?" She pecked a quick soft kiss.

"Yes." (kiss.)

"As your partner..." (kiss), "...to do Philip together?" (kiss). These were Mei's favorite kind of kisses.

"Oh god yes." (a long wet sloppy kiss). 

"And to enjoy each other when we can?"

"You need to know..." (kiss)... "I need sex every night."

Ai laughed in the most adorable possible way. "He said you were horny."

"You have no idea. Love to lick pussy, Ai?"

"Love it. Favorite thing. That and swallowing cum shot down my throat."

"Get that from him yet?" The dialog was interrupted with short sharp kisses that were like sticks of kindling on a new fire.

"Yeah, I just love the feeling of him contracting helplessly in my throat, like I've got a fish on the line."

"Me too." Mei didn't understand the fish reference, but whatever.

"I told him to call me your name in the shower last night."

"Wow, I did that the other night when he did me up the ass."

"Yeah, he told me, that was so sweet of you, Mei." She gave her a particularly long kiss with extra feeling and brought her hands to Mei's breasts, still somehow in her blouse. Ai leant back to get at her buttons. "He came instantly," she said.

"I've been dying to meet you since he told me."

Ai uncoupled them one by one, with no sense of urgency. She leant down and licked each patch of skin as it was revealed. 

"You are going to be the best lover, Ai, I just know it. You're so tender." Mei was combing her hair with her fingers.

"I want to be your ideal lover, Mei. You've already given me so much with Philip. I mean I can't believe," she kissed the top of her breast bulging over her cup, "that you'd share a guy like that."

"Wait till he ties you up on that table." 

The buttons continued to loosen. "He has this way of fucking you just slow enough to make your pussy drip but not enough to make you come. Has he done that with you yet?"

"No, our first time was last night, and the second time was this morning and the third time too." She pulled down the cup and licked Mei's nipple, gave it a quick suck and returned to the last button.

"Can I tell you how much I love having my nipples played with?"

With exited mirth Ai said, "I know a secret." She became erect and pushed the blouse off Mei's shoulders. "I can make you come just by sucking your tits."

"No way!"

"Yeah, it's the best. This client's girlfriend showed me. It was supposed to be a two hour, you know, but I loved it so much I spent the night with them."

"God, I envy you."

"It takes a long time sometimes but it's mind blowing."

"You need to tie me up and do that." Mei reached around to unclip her bra but Ai, gently stopped her. "Let me, Mei." 

Her pronunciation was perfect, as though she were Chinese, and Mei realized that perhaps she was, in part. There were so many overseas Chinese all around South East Asia that it was quite possible.

"Will you let me serve you, Mei Chun... like you serve Philip. It would make me really happy."

Her shoulders shrugged as Ai brought the bra off, folded it carefully and put it up on the round table at their side. 

"Oh my god you have perfect tits!" Ai caressed them, first from the bottom with a long stroke of her fingers, then cupping the tops, thumbs beneath and squeezing slightly, pushing the nipples out.

Mei's eyes half closed with the impact of the serotonin gushing into her brain. Her deepest moan yet fled her open lips. Her hair stood on end when she felt Ai's lips touch. 

"I love them!" Ai's breath was warm on her nipple. She licked and nuzzled a bit more, taking one between her lips to mouth and press. "I am definitely going to make you come like this."

Another low sexy expression escaped from deep inside Mei's throat. "Oh my... I love that, Ai. Don't ever stop."

Ai pushed her back with a firm and determined nudge but careful to give her time to get her hands behind her. Mei's breasts stood out on her chest, the waist of her skirt creasing the flesh just above the belly button. Ai thought she could smell Mei's sex and it made her nostrils flare. She put a hand on each side of her hips and dragged her hair over naked flesh. She took the left nipple this time, hummed in delight as she felt the nub firm against her teeth and gave her a quick sharp nip.

"Oh fuck," Mei gasped.

"You like that too? Good, I love it!" She alternated supple pressure with nibbles and a bite every now and then, taking all the time in the world on that one direct link to Mei's brain.

Mei had always liked nipple play. As Jenny, she would force any guy that showed even this slightest competence to spend as much time as necessary on them. Now that Ai was sucking and nibbling with such exquisite adroitness, she felt that no one had ever don't it properly before she. And the way she did it, gazing into her eyes with that unmistakable transfer of emotion that said, 'I love doing this -- I want you to see how much I love making you feel this -- You and your pleasure are my whole world at this moment.' It stirred that spot within Mei where the really big orgasms came from.




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 18



She began to suck air between her teeth, began to shake her head and brought up one arm to enwrap Ai's hair, to squeeze her tighter and bring her closer -- bring her inside of herself.

Ai had an instinct for these things. Not just as a now-former escort, exceptionally good training for this situation, but naturally in tune with others' feelings. She brought up her hand and grabbed a breast, pushed her mouth as far around it as possible and sucked in as much tit flesh as she could. Pressing firmly on her nub with the flat of her tongue, she held it for a moment and pulled back and let the tit pop from her mouth.

"Jesus!" Mei knew she was close. She struggled with her skirt, let go of Ai and reached for the zipper.

Ai pushed her hands away, "That's my job." She wanted to say 'sweetie' or 'honey' but hadn't settled on an endearment yet. 

Mei returned her hands to the floor behind her hips and watched Ai unzip and pull her skirt down. Mei observed as Ai made a quarter turn of her torso to fold it carefully and place it next to her bra on the table. She calmly spoke the realization as it came to her; "You're a geisha. Aren't you, Ai?" She was so goddamn elegant, this teenager; just how she wanted to be. And it dawned on Mei that she would never be as lovely as this girl and, as tempted as she was, she fought the urge to jealousy. Denying her grace would only sully herself. And anyway, jealousy was so Jenny and Mei was now Mei. 

"Let me take these too," Ai said. 

"You know?"

"Hmmm?" 

'Even the way she says, 'hmmm,' is sexy. And that smile... God I wish I could look that pure.'

"If I had met you first I would have given Philip an hour for his birthday."

"Only an hour?" 

Mei felt Ai's smile inside herself. It said, 'You know, we've been sister's all our lives.'

"You haven't gotten me off yet. Get back to my tit before I scream."

Ai took her tanga from around her hips, Mei lifting and letting them slide while their eyes lingered in one another's. She folded again, then returned to her place at her breast, right one this time, and for five minutes brought Mei to within an inch of climax but brought her back with another pop.

'Fuck!' she thought, 'she's really gonna do it. This chick is really gonna make me come by sucking my tit!' She could swear her pussy was opening and closing like a landed fish's gasping for air. She felt it seeking for something to grab onto. She barely heard Ai's next sentence. 

"It's really best if Philip were here to kiss you," then closed in on her mouth, "but I'll have to do." With one knee at her crotch, nearly touching, and her other foot flat on the floor by her hip, Ai took the back of Mei's neck in her hand and brought their lips together. She grasped her nipple with the fingers of her right hand and began tugging and releasing every few moments, again and again while she kissed her sweetly. 

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Mei exclaimed through the kiss and Ai let her speak, keeping their foreheads touching. "God, different. Fuck... Different. Like, fuck... inside and different."

"Shut up," Ai said, and returned to kissing. She pulled, and caressed and pinched and rubbed her nipple causing the heat within Mei to rise with each new manipulation. With patience and calm confidence she rolled the nipple between thumb and fingers, twisting a bit and tugging, kissing with subtlety alternating with intense passion, biting her tongue and sucking it like a cock.

"Ummm," Mei mumbled, "uummmmm," as she kissed Ai back. 

The tugging became more firm until finally she pulled hard and held it stretched from her body, and let go of her mouth. With a sweetness of voice that sounded like she was talking to a child, she said, "Come, Mei... come for me qíng lǚ (lover)."

Mei brought her arm up around Ai's waist, lifted her cunt to rub against Ai's leg but Ai pulled away. Mei closed her eyes and Ai reconnected their lips and felt Mei's orgasm through her mouth. 

She tried to remember what she felt later. A white hot plasma arching between her breasts and landing somewhere in her pussy. Then dozens of sharp little impacts, hailstones of pure pleasure detonating under her skin. Then the wash of delirum and the shaking and humping. 

She'd never come without something on or in her pussy before and she reflexively moved in the way that seemed natural. She humped and bounced and held Ai, grunting louder and louder until she nearly screamed. 

Finally she huffed her way to something like calm, sitting up straighter, nails still dug into Ai's arm. "Oh shit, Ai." She enveloped her as she sat quivering. 

"You were wonderful, qíng lǚ. So powerful."

"How did you do that? How can you speak Chinese?"

Ai finally touched her pussy, rubbing to get her fingers wet. As she brought them to her lips, tongue extended to lick them, she said, "Oh, my mother is half Chinese. Grandma was from Hebei."

"No shit. I'm from Hebei! How did you do that?"

"You did it Mei Chun. I just pulled."

"Holy shit it was so different. Philip's nipple clamps are awesome and those bells I used with Karla last night, these nipple suckers Philip has, are awesome but nothing like that has ever happened to me before." She gawked at Ai for a moment and said, "Holly shit girl. You have got to teach me that!"

"I'm glad you liked it. It's become sort of my specialty with girls. A black girl I know from my dorm first year begs me to come over and do that for her. She has the longest nipples in the world, I swear. Love em."

"Wow. Grind your pussy into my face now. I have to have you."

"No way. Philip told me about you. You're still charged up and I'm just getting started. Get on the bed and let me take this dress off."

Mei wasn't one to refuse and she did as she was told. They lie, Ai between her thighs, and chatted, Ai licking and talking like the world was frozen outside the door. It astounded Mei that Ai spoke Chinese, not perfectly and with a strange but really cute Vietnamese lilt to her tones. They switched over completely to Mei's native tongue sometime after her third orgasm, after which she said, "Ok, ok... For god's sake, ok, Ai!" 

The younger girl looked up between Mei's breasts at the bottom of her chin. "Hmmm? You ok?" She sounded like Mei was interrupting her favorite Korean TV drama. 

"You love licking pussy don't you qíngrén (another way to say lover)."

"I told you, favorite thing. Wouldn't it be just the best if Philip came in here now and did me in the ass? Lay back and let me give you one more. Think of him." Her fingers were already pressing her G-spot and Mei capitulated.

Six minutes later, Mei yelled, "Fuck, Ai!" Then to set of the explosion Ai savagely pressed on her spot and felt a warm gush into her mouth that spurted with each contraction. 

"Jesus, Aaaiii!" She screamed her name so loud they heard it in housekeeping. "Holy mother of god! Ai! Fucking stop!"

Ai relaxed with a giggle and pulled her fingers slowly from her then leaned back down to vacuum up the girl cum from her pussy. It caused Mei to shudder again and beg Ai to stop.

She sat up. "How did you do that!? I've never gushed out like that. I've tried a thousand times. I bought online videos and special massagers but I could never do it. Was it pee?"

"No it's not pee. I mean I can taste a little pee but it's mostly kinda sweet and a little like a guy's cum. Or like, y'know, your pussy juice deep inside. It's kinda tangy like fish sauce. You know Vietnamese fish sauce? Want to taste it from my lips."

"Yeah."

Ai got to her knees and crawled up to her and they kissed. Mei didn't notice the nuance of flavors but enjoyed the kissing nonetheless.

She fell back exhausted on the pillows and Ai snuggled with her, head in the crook of her arms. 

Looking at the ceiling, Mei said, "I have never, never once in my life refused sex like that. Wait, only with Philip. Only after that hour long time on the table. Only after he literally fucked the daylights out of me did I relent."

"Hmmm," Ai hummed with contentment.

"Wow thinking of Philip's face as he came in your behind really did it for me. That and the way you pushed on me. I mean fucking hell, Ai, you are going to be the best mèimei (younger sister) ever. Now roll over and let me do you."

"Bùyào, jiějiě. Xiū xí yī xiǎ (no older sister, rest a while)"

"Wǒ de tiān! Chāojí bàng! Nǐ huì shuō pǔtōnghuà huà (Oh my god, I love that you can speak Chinese)," she said and they started up again speaking her language, laughing and giggling like they'd been best friends since high school.



From Jenny to Mei Ch. 19



A great many thanks to Vanessa Nelson, GTDaytona and Mr. Fox for their guidance and editing!

*****

The room had a name — the Couple's Harmony Spa Suite — and it was beautiful, with just the kind of classy touches Karla loved. The two massage rooms she worked in on a daily basis were nice, with soft lighting and big enough for the purpose, but this space was an immersion in luxury. The room was large, the walls wainscotted in dark wood, the heavy massage tables had custom fitted sheets with elaborate embroidered covers, the foot bolsters were cylindrical and wrapped in gold fabric with braided gold silk cord as a piping around the seam.

The polite attendant showed them the wardrobes in which hung optional robes. She then turned down the sheets on the massage tables and left them to undress. 

When the door closed Karla quickly removed her turtleneck and jeans, more concerned with possible marks left by Mei than leering looks from Philip. Still she was a bit nervous. She had great confidence in the fitness of her body, it was her feelings about Philip she hoped were not showing. 

At first she had loathed him like licorice. The thought that a man would style himself as someone's master was revolting and told her all she needed to know. However, just as a disgusting cough syrup had to be swallowed to be effective, she had to stomach his influence over Mei Chun. 

And then she became even more beholden to him when he saved her from Kenisha's betrayal and did it with an easy boldness that had left her no choice but be impressed. Yet even after that she didn't truly trust him. She thought of him as an impediment to becoming more familiar and intimate with Mei Chun. 

Then things had changed, or rather, her understanding of Philip had. It had happened last night. In a moment of blazing revelation his nature was made obvious to her. It came when she and Mei, bound and gagged, were wrapped together over that crazy buzzing wand, their juices commingling on the hard rubber joy stick, their belly buttons pressing together, their hips pushing it against each other's sodden sex, that she understood: Philip was exactly what Mei needed. And rather than a barrier she saw him as a facilitator. Leaving them alone had allowed Mei to reveal her flawed psyche without his interference or intervention. For that alone she was appreciative but he had offered more. 

She thought back to his pre-sex lecture. "Love is doing what's best, even if you recoil at the duty." She didn't understand why that phrase stood out from last night. Firstly, because what she had done to Mei had been the most confusing sexual episode of her life. Then, when Mei had her chance at domination, she had Otto fuck her into the terra incognita of Inner Catatonia, well past the point of useful thought. It was only this morning and at lunch when she began to figure it all out. His focus was on helping Mei. She wasn't quite sure how but Mei needed what he gave her. Not just the kink either, she needed a hero, and Philip, she now knew, was, indeed, heroic. 

With this new attitude she stepped over to help him off with his blue button down shirt. In just her bra and a towel loosely around her waist she let her heals hit the carpet with enough force to make her breasts jiggle.

She brushed his hands away. "I like undressing a man," she said.

"I like being undressed." 

Making note of his gaze fixed upon her eyes, she said, "Look at them."

He did. "I told you I do stupid things when I come under their influence."

"They are stupefying, if I say so myself."

"Perfect," he agreed.

"You're looking at a bra." She said the next phrase with her head down slightly but her eyes lifted to his. "I'm always naked for a massage."

"Better that way."

"Much. Unsnap me?" 

He put his warm hands on her ribs and she felt her bones soften at his touch. Moments later she felt the constriction ease and her breast's weight as they hung before her. 

"I've always liked them. I know... " she tilted her head slightly and licked her bottom lip with concentration focused on one of his buttons, "... I'm supposed to be modest but I think they are my best feature."

He slowly used one fingertip on each shoulder to pull the straps off and down her arms. She was looking up at his eyes as he ogled her cleavage. She felt her areoles pucker sensing the admiration in his gaze. 

"Feeling stupid, Philip?" She giggled at his entranced stare. 

"Huh? Who?" he kidded, pretending to be transfixed, his mouth agape and eyes locked on her nipples. He shook his head in a display of shaking off his trance and said, "Some of the finest examples of the mammary gland I've ever encountered but I'm going to reserve final judgement as to your best feature."

It earned him the sly, sexy smile he'd hoped to inspire and she kept glancing up from his shirt into his eyes as she finished unbuttoning him. 

Philip removed his pants, retaining his boxers and slid under the thin blanket just as a knock on the door signaled the beginning of the massage. 

Two ladies, reluctantly but firmly in middle age, one a small Thai woman and the other of indeterminate European heritage, came in and introduced themselves as Mali and Liz. They asked about preferences, indicating that Mali specialized in, obviously, Thai massage and Liz did the more conventional light oil or deep tissue massage. Karla quickly chose Mali which left Philip to take Liz.

After the first touches were enjoyed in silence Philip said, "Must feel nice to get a massage for a change, Karla."

"Nothing I like better."

"What a lucky man Tim is," he said, his sincerity evident in his tone of voice. "I mean, not only are you gorgeous, and that hair of yours is, I don't know, it gives you this vixen like look, really, the same color as a fox's fur. So not only are you spectacular to look at... really, those breasts of yours — thanks for the preview — they're C cup right?"

"Yeah, 34C."

"And so firm."

"Yeah, he says they're on springs."

The two ladies, each rubbing a neck, looked at each other with significance. 

"But he gets a massage whenever he wants."

"Well, not whenever. I mean I'm tired sometimes but I do it for him once a week at least."

"And does he do you?"

"He tries, god bless him, but he's kinda clumsy."

Philip thought about it for a second. If a guy couldn't pay attention to a woman like Karla, couldn't take the time or the care to rub her body and do it well then he could not see having much in common with him.

"Is he self-centered? I mean when I get you in bed I'm going to take hours with you and that includes the best massage I can do."

Four middle aged eyebrows raised in surprise and further looks of bemusement were exchanged between the masseuses.

"You're sweet, Philip. I thought you were a monster. Really, when Mei told me of the whipping and you making her call you master I just hated you..."

"I never told her to..."

"Oh really? That is so like her. Anyway, I've changed my opinion. Now I think you're a sweetheart. I'm so glad Mei's your slave."

Mali and Liz had been doing tandem massages like this for years, usually older couples or mothers and daughters before a wedding or the like, but this was the strangest conversation they'd ever heard. 

"So where do you want to open a spa?"

"Oh, I dunno."

"Downtown or in the suburbs?"

"Well, while I'm fantasizing it might as well be in some upper class neighborhood like Pacific Heights."

"I know a commercial real estate woman."

"Oh," she said, thinking the comment a bit odd, not realizing what he was implying.

"Why don't you see her tomorrow or Wednesday."

She lifted her head from the cushion and looked over toward him, his face still in the rest. "Why would I do that?"

He heard the change in the volume of her voice and knew she was looking. He lifted his head to look at her, "So you can start looking for a place."

It didn't hit her right away. Things that irrevocably change one's life take a heartbeat or two to register. 

"Oh my god," she pushed up a bit, her breasts dangling spectacularly beneath her, pink nipples brushing the terry cloth sheet covering the table. "You are kidding!? Tell me you're kidding."

"Of course not, Karla. Let's be partners."

She hopped up on her knees, Mali stepping back in surprise, "You're kidding!?" He smiled and she hopped off the table, her nakedness not even a thought. She crouched before him and took his face in her hands and kissed him so hard he felt she would press his lips to pulp. 

"Jesus, Philip, do you mean it?"

"Sure I do."

"Oh my god!"

"Sixty - forty, with you as the majority owner. Sound good?"

"Oh my god," she couldn't find an original expression of delight and surprise. 

"I'll finance and you do all the work, make the decisions."

"But..."

"I've gone into business with Ai and I want you to have what you want."

Her heart was about to break, tears were already welling in her eyes and she decided at that instant that, Tim or no Tim, Philip was a man she had to have. 

"I don't know what to say. I mean... it's been my dream for so long."

"You could get space in the same building as the gym. All of your clients would be able to find you just a few floors away. And you could build it out with a pool or sauna, or whatever you wanted."

"I... I..." 

This is what he loved. The moment of astounded gratitude - of overwhelmed excitement. This was what his father's money was for; making people happy and changing lives in a very personal way. Fuck big houses in pretentious neighborhoods. Screw big cars and Armani suits. This was value he could enjoy. And who knew, maybe the businesses wouldn't lose too much money.

"I can't tell you how much this means to me, Philip. Oh my god, it's going to be so great. I've always, I mean, since my first year in college..." She stood, gazed into the distance, put a hand gingerly on his head and distractedly caressed his hair. 

He looked longingly at her pussy, just at eye level, and thought of how sweetly delicate that skin was and how a woman was life's greatest treasure. "You'll be fabulous, Karla. Just be careful with the clients, ok. No sexual harassment lawsuits."

"Right, she said, still distractedly petting his hair, "No, that won't happen again. Mei was special I just couldn't stop staring at her wet lips and my fingers just found their way inside her."

Liz, the older white lady, gasped in shock.

"Oh," Karla said to her, "don't worry. I'm bi." As though that would certainly explain things. 

"Yes, ma'am," she said and returned to massaging Philip. 

"She won't bite, Liz."

"Thanks," she said, not knowing what else to say. 

"So in the same building huh? Wow that would take balls."

"Got to have 'em to win in business."

"Can we do it first class?"

"Of course, have to. Got to do it right but make sure it's a good value. Hire the best, like Liz and Bali here."

"Mali," he heard over his shoulder. "Right, sorry, Mali."

Karla got back on the table and settled down but never stopped thinking of Philip's offer. As the massage progressed she continued to talk with Philip about the spa and about Ai's new business, at one point saying, "So you think a lot of people want a fuck machine?"

Mali knew her English wasn't great but her listening was a lot better than her speaking and could have sworn she heard her correctly. The odd look from her partner confirmed that she heard it too. 

"It's a big world Karla, lots of people have money and lots of people like sex, some with a twist. You found that out for yourself last night. It was good, right?"

"So unbelievable. Mei counted, it was, like, twelve times in half an hour." Karla didn't want to reveal yet how she had been subjected to Mei's kinky abuse, not quite sure yet if she liked it or not.

"Tim ever do that for you?"

"Are you kidding? Never even twice. But Mei has told me about you. I mean fifty in an hour Philip? Don't you think that's just showing off?"

"Running up the score? Yeah, maybe a bit," he chuckled, "but I just couldn't stop. It was really a thing of beauty."

The ladies had passed feeling uncomfortable, they were at the fascination stage. Just wondering what this couple were going to say next but professional decorum forbade them from joining in the discussion, no matter how they might want clarification on a point or two. 

Their back and feet were finally done and he was asked to turn over. Liz started on his hands. A few moments after that Karla was asked to do likewise.

"It must be a nice job," he observed. 

"What's that?" she asked.

"Massaging people. I mean you get to make people feel good. Must be gratifying."

"Yeah," Karla said. 

"How do you like it, Liz?"

The older lady, probably early fifties, Philip thought, said, "I do like that part a lot. That's why I started all those years ago. I just wish it wasn't so hard on my wrists."

"And thumbs," Mali said. 

The rest of the massage turned into a chat, mostly among the women, about massage and how they got into it. 

Philip made a vague reference to 'a friend' and her work as a prostitute and how it had certain similarities to massage, "Just taken to its logical conclusion."

At first they didn't say anything until Mali said, "Some good Thai friends do that kind of massage when they younger."

Liz said she had no objections, "In fact I could tell you tales about a girl so bold you'd grow a tail," but left it at that.

The hour ended in a very friendly way, with an eye-raising tip and a promise that they would return. 

While dressing he noticed a pair of texts from Mei and Ai, both with the same phrase. "I love her!" They must have sent it together as they came in in the same minute. 

##########

Mrs. Boyd was a wonder. Judy resented her by lunch time but Carol and Samantha admired a pro when they saw one. She was calm, competent and supremely efficient. Every office has its quirks. Something done as an expedient to shave off a step or two and Mrs. Boyd had no problem with those, like setting the files on a typing table for a moment or two until four or five of them accumulated before filing them away. What she could not bear was the hand written names on the file tabs. She knew her place, knew at most she would be here a day or two but this kind of breach just could not be tolerated. 

"Is there a typewriter in the office?" she asked Samantha. 

"Yes, Dr. K has one but ours broke six months ago and we started writing the names carefully on the tabs." She said 'carefully' as a defense against her judgment. She knew they should have gotten it fixed. She should have pressed the director and insisted. It was her duty to do so and she felt guilty but Judy had been so relieved and Carol didn't object until later. It certainly made it easier and after a couple of days she forgot about it. It was government work after all. 

"It may have started out carefully but look at this one. Is it Mendiola or Mendoza!?"

Judy looked at the file. "That's Hernandez."

"This just won't do," she said and got up and found the director. She asked for permission to borrow the typewriter and asked if she would be able to spend the afternoon retyping the handwritten labels. The director agreed, thinking it would be better for her to do something menial and it was a good idea, noticing she couldn't read the example file Mrs. Boyd had brought. 

"It will take a month to retype them all. But you can if you want. Use Dr. K's office, he's out for the day. 

"A day or two perhaps and since I don't know if I am returning it may be a project I can't finish but I might as well begin." And so she did with stack after stack of the most recent files on Dr. K's desk. 

##########

Sarah enjoyed her cigarettes. They were one of life's genuine pleasures. Like coffee, a good book or soak in the tub they helped her connect to life. Sometimes during her smoke breaks at the back of the building she would sit on an old plastic kids sized chair, close her eyes and anchor her wandering spirit to the earth by listening to the rain. She would imagine she was back in Bali with Mitch when they had been caught in an afternoon deluge in the monkey forest near Ubud. It was two years ago, no it was three years ago, the first month they had been dating. 

It was so warm and beautiful in that cathedral of green; the trees so tall and the smell of dampening earth around them. He had enveloped her in his warmth and sheltered them under his shirt, stripped from his back and held aloft. His wet, well muscled chest was so beautiful as was his hair, short and spiky like a Marine officer's. 

She thought then, huddled under his upraised arms, grateful for his warmth, looking for monkeys they heard above but never saw, that he would leave her. He would find out someday and he would see that the woman he loved had been a myth and the person he was with was just a whore. 

'God damn him,' she thought as she carefully slid the butt into a diet Sprite can she left in the corner near the hinges of the thick metal door. 'Damn his fear.'

She tried to explain why she had been a hooker, how it was a means to an end, but he couldn't see it. 'And maybe he was right. I'm a whore and once a whore, always...'

But Philip had understood. He really did, either that or he didn't care enough about her to give a damn. And while she took out another Marlboro Light King 100 and lit up she thought carefully. 

Thinking was part of Sarah's nature. She had always heard it, that fucking, 'You think too much,' line her friends hit her with. She resented the observation that was really a poorly disguised insult. 'What the fuck does that mean anyway?' she would ask herself. 'How is it possible that it would occur to someone to say it? How does one think too much?'

But in the end she decided that the comment was a mark of stupidity made by people who didn't think at all and were proud of it. Prideful ignorance had always infuriated her, more so than anything else. It was one thing to be unaware of something but quite another to shun knowledge and be boastful about it. 

'I don't know shit about geography,' she recalled her friend's boyfriend saying once when they were out as a group. And he had said it with a big smile, as though not knowing the capital city of your own state were the mark of some great achievement. 

It was the American way, she figured. Once it was a country full of respect for achievers and thinkers. Now our heroes are basketball stars that can barely recite the alphabet and completely dysfunctional TV 'families' who bickered for fame and fortune... and whores. 

Hot boxing the cigarette, eager for the rush to her brain that would hold her for a couple more hours, she thought of Philip. She knew that he loved her. She was his sister in a way, the older sister he never had. And she didn't blame him for chasing down that pretty little Asian tart of his. After all, while some guys might fuck their sisters, they wouldn't marry them. 

##########

"Hold on," said Philip while they walked toward the lobby hand in hand. He pulled Karla to the hotel manager's office and tapped on the door to get his attention. 

"Yes." The middle aged man looked up and, noticing it was a guest, rose and said, "How can I help you?"

"May we take a seat for a moment. My name is Philip Connors and I'm a guest."

"Of course, Mr. Connors," they shook hands, "please come and have a seat is there something I can do? Address some shortcoming?" 

"Oh no," they sat, "I wanted to ask you about an extended stay in one of your suites."

Karla looked at him like he shouldn't be playing this kind of joke on the manager and waste his time. 

"I'd be delighted to show you our suites. What length of stay did you have in mind?"




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 19



"You said a month, Karla? Didn't you?"

They both looked at her and she felt her face blush. "But I didn't really mean it."

"Nonsense."

"What dates?" the manager asked.

"Starting today."

The manager looked at his screen. "Well I'm afraid we don't have any one suite available for four weeks contiguously. Would that be a problem?"

"I don't think so." He looked at Karla but she just stared back.

"And the only suite available today is the Oriental."

"Fine."

"Would you like to take a look?"

Philip turned to Karla who felt like she couldn't speak, so she nodded. 

"Do you need a signature?"

"We can do that at your convenience this afternoon," he said as he stood.

Karla pressed herself against Philip's arm as they rode up the elevator, letting her nipple find a firm spot to rub against. She thought about her pussy, of all things, if he would like it, if it were tight enough, if her growing moisture could be smelled in this confined space? She wondered if these two men could know how wet and horny she was and what might happen if they did. For a moment before the chime rang and the door opened she thought about both of them taking her in this suite they we going to see, the both of them exchanging places behind her as she propped her elbows on a fine mahogany table. 

As they walked down the carpeted hall, she compared herself to Mei, the smaller, thinner girl who she knew was tighter and the even more waifish Ai who could not be quite one-hundred pounds. 

However, she put her fears aside. 'This is going to be magnificent. A suite in the Mandarin, for a whole month!' she thought as the manager removed the plastic master key from his jacket pocket. He opened the double doors with a bit of showmanship and Karla walked through the entrance feeling like a princess.

It was quite simply breathtaking. The furniture, the space, the design were all elegantly presented but what had her totally enraptured was the private balcony. It was large yet intimate with low teak furniture and a view even more spectacular than the one they had drinking tea on the event deck below. 

"Philip, are you sure?"

He parted her hair as she leaned over, elbows on the rail and kissed her ear. His body pressed only slightly against her hip and buttocks but she felt it keenly. "Take a look around," he said and returned to talk with the manager away from her hearing. 

"So what are we talking?"

"The suite is $1,350 per night."

Philip, despite what one would imagine from a man so wealthy, didn't like spending money. "The term, uh, the length of stay, offer any discount? Can you manage $1,100 per?"

"The suite does come with the full amenities, fitness center, business center and the like."

"Let's do this. Can you manage salon and room service for a flat rate... say $1,400 per night?"

"I think we can manage something like that. Do you think it would be more than one meal or more than one visit to the salon per day?"

"Yes, I can't imagine she'd over-indulge and I'll cover anything over that at the usual rate."

"Very well. Let me do some calculations with limited use of the spa and room service for two. If you agree to the final number, and I think $1,400 or $1,500 per day would cover it, then I'll make sure that is made plain to guest services."

"Flowers please, at least one large display, and kept fresh."

"Of course. Anything else."

"Just that she be made as comfortable as possible."

"The royal treatment? Of course."

Philip would not, under any circumstances, let him know that he owned twelve percent of the building, was in fact the largest shareholder. He hoped the name Conners wasn't familiar to him.

"And keep her in this suite for as many of the days as possible. This is your best, is that right?" He knew it was.

"Yes. And the schedule only showed a weekend booking made months ago. We will take fine care of her. Shall we expect any other guests?"

"Yes. Her boyfriend will be staying with her. The same treatment for him please."

The manager didn't bat an eye. "Of course. I'll have the front desk sign you in when you have a moment. Naturally, with an arrangement such as this the hotel would like to bill your card on a weekly timetable, in advance of your stay. Would that be acceptable?"

"Fine."

"Very well, Mr. Conners..."

"Philip, please."

"Philip. Thank you." He left and closed the door. 

Karla watched him speak to the manager from the balcony of what must have been the most expensive suite in the city and concluded her introspection. While he spoke, presumably about the details of the suite, she had reviewed her life. She had blossomed late, her childhood friends all growing boobs and hips long before she had. She remembered the awkward jealousy of those two years in middle school when, like opening flowers her classmates sprouted and emerged as fresh, young women, the soft fatty mounds on their chests taking on a new ripeness. Some of her friends had even teased her flat-chested, slim-hipped figure. It wasn't cruel, it was just the way girls were but she flushed at the occasions when attention was focused on her awkward, skinny body and she cursed her lazy genes. Yet when her turn came they kicked her body into hormonal overdrive. At first she only grew taller, exaggerating her beanpole form and her self-esteem shrank in direct proportion to her new height. Then, blessedly, her boobs came in and by Thanksgiving freshman year they strained the confines of her B cup bra. By Easter she was comfortably in a C cup and those who had once ribbed her were now silent. 

She felt as though, since meeting Mei Chun, the same type of transformation was happening again but at a much accelerated pace. The germ had been there all along she now realized. Her latent bisexuality was probably seeded in college. Having two suitemates second year that were openly gay and showering together everyday had, unavoidably, made her familiar with the concept and when one of them joined her sorority they had hooked up a year later on a whim. 

It had been fun. Much more fun than her first time with a guy. And the girl had put no pressure on Karla to repeat. But repeat they did, not often, only four other times. They were spur of the moment things, a quick phone call asking if Karla were up for some 'fun,' to which she always replied, 'sure!' It surprised Karla, the cheerful attitude she used when taking her up on the offers. She liked the girl and realized she liked the sex even more. 

Her friend would come to her off campus apartment for a thrown together meal, a wine cooler or two and a couple of hours in her bed. They were convivial times with great, energetic sex that left her completely satisfied for weeks. 

There were a couple more after college, one massage partner from her certification course and a friend of one of her high school classmates. However, these encounters were like sexual calisthenics, almost completely devoid of emotional content; almost. 

What Karla found was that these encounters gave her the ability to connect with someone sexually in a whole new way. On the second or third time together with one of her 'special friends' there would be some lovely snuggling and an after sex kiss or two. They were friend-fucks, if there was such a thing. They were a nice change from boys and brought the two of them immediately to a new level of friendship.

She was comforted that she didn't start to suddenly lust after women on the street or paw through lingerie catalogs drooling at the models. It was more a case of fast tracking an acquaintance to full friendship. 

But she put it all on hold when she began to date Tim. Mostly on hold. 

It was the contrast with Tim that made her revisit the memories of the encounters and that memory began to grow on her. She found herself daydreaming of her last partner, of how enjoyable it was to slowly lick soft pussy lips while her partner moaned in the slow burn of ecstasy; of how making a girl come felt so sexy and empowering, of remembering the cozy feeling of totally relaxing together after a good come and talking about nothing with her partner.

She never felt anything akin to the love she felt for men. For her, joining with a woman that way was much more like sharing coffee and chit-chat with a best friend. She didn't consider herself even bisexual. She was just a girl with an open mind and who wasn't afraid of having fun. 

That was until Mei Chun. She changed everything. 

If pressed, Karla wouldn't have been able to say why. Perhaps she was just ready. Perhaps the other encounters were just a preparation for meeting the right girl. Whatever had caused it, Karla knew she was now a different person. 

'So why Tim?' she wondered. Maybe she was keeping him as a way to anchor herself to the heterosexual legacy she was born into. Perhaps she needed him for the kids she wanted to have in the future. Maybe she really loved him without knowing exactly what constituted love. Maybe she just needed a real cock, or maybe she was fearful of the feelings for Mei Chun and needed him as a fallback if all of this turned into some horrible mistake. 

Then there was Philip. Today he definitely put to rest her fear that she was going total lesbo. She had to question if it was the money but she didn't think so. While him waltzing into the managers office and getting this suite for her stirred something in her libido, and the fact that he was going to make her a spa owner, she didn't think that was why she was so charged up. 

She returned to the present as he disengaged from the manager and braced herself for the bold move she was contemplating. She readied a smile as he stepped outside. "Thank you, Philip," she said and kissed him on the cheek. Then she let desire take control, changed her focus and made a line of small kisses to his lips. When she finished a nice long one she found it had only stirred her desire for him rather than satisfy it. 

She leant back, her whole face smiling, rays of an active contentment radiating from her eyes. "And the spa. I still can't get it into my head that you're going to help me start a spa on my own." 

"I didn't earn my father's money, Karla. That's why I don't enjoy spending it on myself. Buying you girls things is the best way I can enjoy it."

"Is that what it is? Just a rich guy's whim?"

"I don't throw money away. I'm investing in you because I think I know your type."

She leant back and brushed the hair that had begun swirling around her head again in the high altitude breeze. "What type is that?"

"The type that works until she gets what she wants."

"If we had sex now," she said, "it would just be because I am overwhelmed. I don't want it to seem like I'm doing it because of the suite and the spa. Like it was some kind of manipulation." 

"Ok, but wouldn't the timing be all wrong for that? Like, wouldn't you have sex and then ask for something?"

"Men are stupid," she said. "Can I get you a drink? There must be a mini bar."

"Yeah. See what they have."

She went in search of the suite's version of the little black fridge but didn't find it right away, then heard a knock at the door. "What about the girls?" she called out to Philip as she opened it.

"Must still be busy," he replied and turned back in to see a member of the hotel staff with a bucket and some glasses. 

"They sent some champagne," Karla said and directed the young man to take it out to the balcony. 

"Does it bother you," he asked as he stood to get out of the way, passing Karla in the doorway, "that they are... you know?"

"Maybe a bit." She caressed his cheek with a smile in further sign of her appreciation. 

"Not me, for some reason."

"You've had them both. That's why."

"Maybe," he said, looking contemplative.

When the young man finished opening and pouring the champagne he returned with him to the vestibule, tipped him generously and asked him to take special care if his friends while they were guests. When he returned to the balcony he found Karla sitting back in the low cushioned chaise across from the teak coffee table with a queer look in her eye. He saw a look like that when Mei had rode him facing his feet and just before she licked his finger and asked him to stick it up her ass. 

She picked up from where she'd stopped, like the intervening minutes hadn't happened. "I mean I'm as horny as a miner's hands but I want the first time with you to be about my genuine feelings for you and not because I'm so swept off my feet like this." Then she fixed on his eyes, "But I am really horny right now." 

"Ok," he said and smiled, his eyes sparkled. "Why did you call me stupid?"

She put a naked foot on the table and wiggled her toes, blood red nails flashing in the sun. "Not you in particular - men in general. It's because you think that's how women work. We're more subtle than that. You can't just say, 'buy me a necklace,' and then give the guy a blow job if he says yes. It takes more time. We reward a guy after he does something nice to train him to keep being nice."

"But you want to give me a blow job?"

"Yeah. I'm desperate too. Like I've never been before."

"But you can't."

"Yeah, see how inconvenient it is to be a woman."

"Yes, but believe me I know what you mean. The early days of training Mei were really intolerable. I just wanted to order her to get on her knees, y'know? And when I had my fingers in her ass and she was pleading with me to fuck her I nearly lost it."

"I really want you to come on my belly."

"Hmmm." He sipped his champaign. 

"Or on my tits."

"Hmm." He hummed noncommittally and she couldn't tell if it was because he liked the wine or the idea of coming on her tits. 

"Does your own orgasm interest you at this point? I mean at this moment?" he asked.

"Hmm?" She leaned forward, removing her foot from the coffee table and putting her elbows on her knees, wishing to god she hadn't worn a turtleneck, form fitting as it was. A nice flowery nothing of a blouse, one that would let him see her tits straining her bra, would have been perfect. 

"You know..." she whipped her hair up in a ponytail, using the band he got for her earlier from around her wrist. "Coming always has an appeal. But it's not at the front of my mind. I really have this desire to get you off."

"I really like that you have that feeling, Karla."

"You deserve it and I feel like you've been trying to please us since lunch. Looking into each one of us to see what would make us happy. Each girl getting something different."

He sipped on the wine, pleased that the manager sent up Veuve Clicquot. 

"That make you happy?" she asked.

"Yes. It's a passive pleasure."

"Like watching a woman masturbate?"

"Hadn't thought about it like that," he said as she stood.

"For a year now, for an hour before my shift..." she stood and unbuttoned the top silver clasp of her button fly Levi's, "... I have alternated between cardio and weight machines. Building..." the second button came free, "... the perfect body for my lover." The whole gathered red tail of her hair was blown over her shoulder. The third button came out of its hole. "Every time a guy looked at me in my tight and sexy workout pants..." another button, "... and I could feel his desire." She worked the fifth button, "I stored up that feeling, day after day," she pulled both flaps aside and the last button popped free, "and I'd make love to Philip..."

"Tim."

"Yeah, whatever... and I poured it all out on him. All that animal lust just gushed out." Her hands were on her hips inside her pants and she shimmied her knees to work the jeans down. "It was my way of channeling anonymous men's desire for me, to build him up into a superman of my own." Her jeans just above her knees, she stood looking at him, thumbs under her g-string at her hips. "After what Mei Chun did to me last night, I realized I didn't need to do that. That I was self-sufficient, sexually powerful." With a slow plunge her red panties were at her mid thigh. Her neatly trimmed mound arched from the curve of her thighs which were spread as wide as her jeans would allow. "I could take command and do what I wanted." She looked down at herself, pressed her left hand against the base of her tummy and brought her right in contact with her labia, dragging two fingers from bottom to top.

"Do you get very wet, Karla?"

She touched and brought her fingers slowly away, pulling a sticky string from her skin. "I get wet and sticky."

A shiver, imperceptible to Karla, shot down his back. He leaned deeper in his cushion and took another sip.

"That one of your favorite things?" she asked. 

"Seeing the physical proof of how excited a woman is is the most direct way to put me in the zone. The one where I lose my mind and just fuck."

"I love how thick Mei Chun's is. It's like syrup," she said. 

"Yeah. Does a hard cock do the same to you?"

She shrugged off the pants and panties, her half nakedness even more beautiful for the contrasting second skin of her turtleneck. "I can't say that it does. I don't know why. It did once, I'm sure. I do like to see it start small and cute then grow into a hungry monster."

"Think of going that way full time?" He had been wanting to know since she had been seeing Mei.

"Nope. I love it. I mean, really love it and with her it has become like a new world for me but, again, last night I realized I didn't need to limit myself."

Her feet were shoulders width apart, she stood to the left of the coffee table, still rubbing gently. 

Philip couldn't say why but he wasn't surprised or even particularly turned on by Karla's display of wanton sexuality. As beautiful a woman as she was he didn't have an immediate urge to touch, fondle or penetrate her. He felt cool, as in calm and in control, and a bit detached. He said, "Do you feel the need for punishment?"

It was simply a question. Karla didn't sense any kind of desire in him, no lust to whip her or spank her. He seemed to be, as he had all day, seeking to find out what she wanted. 

"Are you asking me what I want or what you think I need?"

"Both at the same time. They may be the same."

"You think I need to be your slave like Mei Chun?"

"Maybe. We'll see. Sit back on the couch. Wait," he said abruptly, "let me smell your fingers." That, for some reason, turned her on so powerfully that her knees shook and she gave him her hand to sniff. 

When he'd gotten his fill, when the odor of her could be absorbed no longer, she moved back to the long, wood-framed patio chair. She turned, sat, and looked into his eyes then raised her left leg and set her calf on the coffee table exposing herself to him. 

He kept his eyes on hers. And, disappointed he wasn't looking lower, she relaxed. With one foot on the balcony, one thigh on the coffee table, her pussy spread, cooling in the breeze but warmed by the sun, she lazily circled her clit. 

At first she didn't say anything. Petting her pussy in front of him was arousing her and she thought her attempts a dirty talk might be clumsy. She could imagine nothing more horrible than awkwardly stumbling through a ham-handed cunt rub while sputtering out a ridiculous pseudo-erotic line that fell flat. So while it appeared to Philip that Karla was confidently showing him what a sexually in-control, powerful woman looks like masturbating, she did, in fact, feel vulnerable, exposed and fragile spread like this. It made her feel lewd and wonton, like a slut begging to get fucked. And, contrary to what one might expect, she liked it. She felt like her vulnerability was earning her something. And It felt oddly empowering to masturbate in front of him even if it didn't cause him to break his cool and jump her. Really it was better this way. While it would have been gratifying to see him stand, unzip his pants, fish out his cock and start stroking it over her, this way he kept the control that she found so interesting. 




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 19



Anyway, she didn't need to see his cock - the look in his eyes told her how what she was doing was affecting him. He could maintain composure and still want her and she found his self-control sexy. It built upon Mei's description of him as the master. What could be more suave then sipping champagne on a balcony high above downtown San Francisco while a hot redhead brushed her sodden cunt in his direction. 

"Tell me about last night," he said, glancing down at her hand as it pushed her soft, swollen flesh in an oval. 

"She totally fucked me."

"How?"

"First she fucked my mind with that display. I was shocked. I thought it was you, that there were cameras and you were in the basement jerking off. I hated you."

"Then?"

"Then I whipped her, and flogged her and called her a sick, twisted slut."

He grinned. "She liked that."

"Loved it. Then I clamped her nipples and she huffed out an orgasm or two with that fish hook thing in her ass."

"I told her that was too much."

"Loves anal, does she?"

"She's special that way."

She gave him a look of quizzical amusement. "Special that way? What does that mean."

"You know her needs. What do you think it means?"

"Huh. Never liked it myself, or..." she paused to consider that many of her preferences seemed to be shifting, "... haven't, or... I don't know."

She changed technique. Rather than a languid, steady rolling motion she halted her hand, propped the heal of her palm on her trimmed hair and petted her vulva with her long fingers, their red nails complementing the pink of her inner lips.

"She's unique, Philip. I've never know a more sexually awake woman in my life."

"Have you had many?"

"Half a dozen women maybe. Probably fewer. You? I bet you've done lots of girls."

"Probably the same. No more than ten."

"Really? That surprises me."

"Why?"

She gazed with frank disbelief, then let it morph to a smirk. "You're fishing for a complement. You know how hot you are, Philip. Anyway, you're not the type that needs reassurance."

"I'm nothing special. Don't let the money fool you."

"Fuck the money. You're hot. Confidence is arousing and you've got it. And from what Mei Chun tells me, you've got a lot more. You've got reasons to be confident."

He wasn't fond of talking about himself and changed the subject. "How was Otto?"

"Great. Better than I thought it would be. Of course Mei Chun practically burned out the motor and I'm still tender but I've never... I think it might be habit forming."

"Did you try both?"

"What, the anal one? No."

"Right. Probably best to try it with Tim first."

"Right," she said lost in thought. "But you like it, right? Fucking Mei in that tight little hole of hers." She started up her rotation again and pressed her fingers more firmly into her doughy soft, swollen labia, thrilling at an image of Mei getting fucked in the ass. 

"I love it. Fuck I love it when she is on her belly and juts that pert little ass in the air and begs me to plow her hard. By the way, you are really turning me on doing that."

He said it at the very moment she had been considering stopping her little show and, as gracefully as possible, bringing what she feared was a disastrous charade to a close.

"Thank you for saying so. I've never..."

"Thank you for trusting me to watch."

"I want you to. I want you... to." 'I want you too,' she thought, 'I want you to fuck me, to want me, to control me like you do her.'

He wasn't a mind reader but when a girl strips seductively and masturbates for his pleasure he figured he was permitted to assume a few things. One was he that was welcome to her body, the other was that she wanted him to engage and show his desire for her. However, he also knew that now was not the time to get physical with Karla. And joining her by jerking off didn't seem the right thing at the moment either. He had an inkling that, even though she said it, was inviting and encouraging it, she didn't really want him to. He thought he might be wrong but staying cool, being the responsible one was what she needed. 

"Never done this before, you were going to say?"

"Yeah. But something about the way you are looking at me makes me feel, I don't think, it's the last time."

"Bit of an exhibitionist?"

"If you saw me in my Lycra you'd know."

"Like men looking at your body?"

"Yeah." She closed her eyes and let her chin rise a bit. 

"More about last night, please."

"She so fucked with my head like that. Like she was... I don't know, forcing me. Like, tricking me to strike her. She had this need, y'know? This tricky way of looking vulnerable but so hot. Like physically hot and in-control. Like if I didn't flog her again she was going to rip those restraints free and eat me alive. It was such a fucking turn on to watch her swallow the pain and, like, wallow in it and digest it and beg for more.

"Then that vibrator thing."

"She would sell my cock for another one if it broke."

"No offense but I see why."

"Really, that good?" he asked.

"I'd be on my third now if I were using it out here. That thing on that pole between us and me holding her and kissing was just..." She grunted and pushed her hips up. "Was that your idea?"

"Yeah. Thought it would be intimate."

"And with the double thingy inside us. It was the closest I've felt to, like, having a dick."

"Liked it."

"Don't lose that thing."

"Wish you had a dick?"

"Sure. I'd love to. That's probably something you can't give us."

He chuckled.

Her voice changed suddenly. "I love her, Philip. God help me I really do."

"That makes me very happy to hear you say that."

"What about us?"

"I'll be anything you want me to be."

She looked at him appraisingly and wondered, not at his sincerity but at what she wanted him to be for her.

"My lover?"

He waited.

"My fuck-buddy? My master? My business partner that I fool around with on occasion?"

"Once you get things clear in your mind about Tim then yes. All or any or none of those."

"You sound like a guy who's getting all of this," she patted her pussy, "he needs."

"I like you, Karla. Deeply and growing deeper. I want you. I want to make love, to fuck, to lust like I am now. I want to make you scream and claw my skin. I want to fuck you into nirvana like I have Mei. I want my dick so far up your belly it bulges your navel out while Mei's sweet little mouth sucks your clit."

"Uuggghh," she grunted and lifted her hips again.

"I want to giggle with you on the couch and tickle you at movies. I want to catch you and Mei together and spank her for being a naughty girl. I want you to be nurse Karla while we strap Mei down for her treatment."

She felt it approaching in the pit of her vagina. 

"I want to be at your wedding and buy you a suite on stilts at a resort in the Seychelles for your honeymoon. I want to be there in the waiting room with the girls while you deliver your first child."

"Oh... Philip!" she said as her knees shot skyward and she rocked side to side on her lower back, her perfectly toned ass swaying before him. 

It was an unusual orgasm, one that surprised her in it's intensity. 

"Why did you do that?" she asked a moment later. 

"Do what?"

She continued to caress herself gently and stare into his eyes.

"Make it so personal."

"You came didn't you?"

"Yeah, but I don't know how. I mean picturing you in a waiting room while I'm giving birth is kinda strange."

"Extremely erotic if you ask me. Sex is about love and procreation, after all, and that's the way you want me to love you."

"How do you know?"

"Because you came. And that's fine. If that's how you need me. Like an uncle."

"Eeew. No!"

"Ok."

"An uncle that fucks me?"

"Or whatever."

Despite her protest she knew he was onto something. She had an equal, or near equal, in Tim, and that covered the boyfriend thing. She had Mei Chun for soft snuggling girl love. She wanted the male equivalent of a fuck-friend. Someone she could be tender with, open up to and someone who could pound her solidly for a couple of hours a month. This time that friend would be an older, stinking rich, genuinely nice guy that tied up and beat her lesbian lover. On reflection it sounded ideal. 

"You were beautiful," he said.

"Nothing as pretty as a woman in ecstasy, huh?" She stood, tall, slim and striking. She moved around the table and put one foot at his hip. "Let me blow you."

"Nah."

"I'm still horny." She took his hand an placed his fingers on her tummy which put his thumb on her clit.

"Tim?" he asked gently moving around her hot, wet, still unsated clit.

"I'm gonna make it up to him." She was untroubled that her concern with fidelity seemed to be slipping. Just another change, she figured. 

He lifted his eyes off of her waist and to her eyes. "How?"

"I dunno. Leave that to me."

"Nope."

"Hand job?"

"Nope."

"Fuck!" She slouched her shoulders and harrumphed at him. "No man has ever... something wrong with me?"

"When you see Tim tonight I don't want the added pressure of having fucked me complicate things." 

"Tonight? We're going to do it tonight?" 

"Well how were you thinking of explaining this suite to him?" He looked up at her tits. "You've got to tell him about Mei, get him up here and tell him it was a gift from her."

"Not you?"

"How would that look? She's invented a story about her dead uncle in China who left her a boatload of cash. That's for people like Tim and her coworkers. I don't want people to know about my money. Ever."

She looked at him, wondered exactly how much he had, and nodded.

"Ever."

She nodded again, "Never, it's your secret." 

"I don't like to threaten Karla, so I won't. What I will say is that if you betray this trust I won't feel the same about you." That was enough. He didn't need to say more and saw it in her eyes.

She sighed. "Tim. What am I going to do about him?"

"Still love him don't you?"

"Yeah, but I'm starting to feel like he's a drag. I feel like I've changed so much in the past week that he's holding me back."

"Hmm," he hummed noncommittally. "What's special about him?"

"I'm beginning to wonder."

He raised an eyebrow.

"No," she said, "that's not fair. He is sweet in his way and he needs me. Loosing me this way wouldn't be right. I'd feel like a total shithead and, in the long run, he has what it takes to be a good husband."

"And what's that?"

"I'm not sure."

Philip didn't object or press the point. Sometimes people's decisions were made on intuition; that was how he selected Mei and he'd been right, so far.

"Anyway, stop talking about Tim." She flounced her hair around her shoulders. "I mean, I'm confused alright. I know what I owe him and I'm not abandoning him. Anyway, it's alright, being with you."

"Why is that?"

"Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to," she said enigmatically. "Anyway, I know you won't share them and I'm kinda getting pissed that you might share me."

"I have to share you with him don't I?"

"Yeah but..."

He smartly slapped her butt and said, "Go take a shower while I see what the girls are up to. And she took her clothes, entered the suite and went to take a shower. 

##########

Mei, head resting on the same pillow as Ai's, ears touching, eyes closed, said, "That was..."

Silence filled the space around them like a bubble of intimacy.

When the moment was right, twenty or so seconds later, Ai contentedly replied with a, "Mmmm." 

"I didn't know it could be like that."

"Mmmm."

"So... like."

"I know."

"Like, I'd always been a dick girl, y'know. Needing something inside but..."

Ai let her think in peace. 

"Then Karla introduced me to the whole thing and it was great. I mean, really great. So different. Like... like."

"Wrestling and ballet?"

"Yeah, like I loved the whole wrestling thing. The sweat and the strain and the intrusion. Y'know? Like riding a guy and feeling that pole swabbing me inside. I thought that was the best but with her, and with you, it's a whole different thing."

"Still like wrestling?"

"Of course. I mean, Philip takes the sport and makes it an art form."

"He's lovely."

"He's a bull. When he rises over me and looks in my eyes I just feel my liver quiver. Y'know? Like I'm liquefying inside. Then that fucking! God damn it's like he's invented a whole new way to get me off."

"It's love."

"Damn right it is. Did he tell you about me?"

"Stone cold bitch?"

"Yep. And the worst part is I was proud of it. It still makes me feel horrible. How could I have been so bad, Ai? How could I have done those things?"

Ai was still getting to know Mei Chun so she didn't want to hazard a guess. Anyway, now was time to listen and console. She did, however, turn on the bed to look at her face and give her her complete attention. 

"I mean, I hurt them. Really, Ai, I crushed them."

"Jiào wǒ mèimei (Call me little sister)."

Mei changed to Chinese in mid-stream.

"Every one, and the sick thing, the really sick thing was that I wanted to. Philip made me see that."

The change in language made their conversation, as Ai knew it would, an even more intimate confession.

"How could I? How could I have been so bad. So evil?"

"We do things in ignorance, jiějiě. No one hurts another unless it's through ignorance."

"Or unless they want to."

"Even then. If we really knew the pain involved, if we could really feel enough to know the other person we wouldn't hurt even those we hate."

"Are you that good?"

"Oh please. Are you kidding?"

"You seem that good to me and I've only known you for two hours. Most of that with your face between my legs."

"I'm not going to disabuse you." Ai said, moving forward. "You'll have to do that yourself." Her warm lips connected with the soft skin just below Mei's ear.

'Oh my god!' Mei thought, 'how does that feel so good?'

"Anyway," Ai said, pausing the kiss and bringing a warm hand to Mei's breast, "I prefer loving to hating."

That was how their third hour began. It was an hour of the most tender sex Mei had ever had. It was a love ballet. Ai was grace personified. She waisted not a single gesture moving effortlessly between techniques and positions that was a choreography of strokes, kisses, licks and whole body hugs. She always knew the right time to wetly lick a wrist or squeeze her ass cheeks together with a bit of strength. She treated every part of Mei's body equally, spending as much time combing her eyebrows with her thumb as mouthing a nipple. She made love to the whole woman, an experience Mei hadn't even contemplated was possible before. It was an adagio of supple intercourse and Mei's involuntary ecstatic writhing made it a Pas de deux so pure and beautiful that it brought tears to both of their eyes. There were moments of massage, of caress, of kisses and purring into Mei's ear. Her movements were sometimes slow, sometimes fervid, yet always with tender affection and with complete concentration on what would appease Mei's boundless hunger.

Ai would frequently pull back and gaze at Mei and in those moments Mei felt Ai join with her in a way that seemed mystical. The intimacy spooked her a bit as Ai penetrated her with her cinnamon colored eyes, bewitching in their seductive intensity. They seemed to latch on to something within her, to pull at her, to coax, to encourage and stroke her innermost self. And while her eyes were invasive and probing, her calm smile made her visage nearly maternal. 

Mei didn't understand. For moments she tried to clear her head to analyze why this girl she didn't know was loving her the way she was but then she would meet those eyes again and feel the warmth of her touch and discard thought.

There weren't peaks as such, no traditional sexual climax until near the end. Rather unlike anything before, Mei felt like she was in a kind gentle maelstrom. There was this exquisite tender moment that transitioned to that wholly new erotic feeling. Then it was off to something unexpected but gloriously fulfilling like having her armpit sucked while the other was scratched and a knee worked against her crotch. Then it would transform with time to Ai grinding her mons into Mei's while gently washing her face with her tongue and telling her how beautiful she was.

When Philip was tender he seemed to be masculine love made manifest. Yet with Ai there was something else, something Philip couldn't offer. Ai was the quintessence of erotic femininity; alien and yet familiar. That fact and Ai's tenderness was so exquisitely peaceful, patient and reassuring it shook her new understanding of what love and sex was. It was exactly what she needed. 

The emotion crescendoed when Ai, cradling Mei in an arm, Mei's torso leaning back against her and a pile of pillows, slowly stroked her vagina with two limber fingers, her mouth touching her ear and whispering, "Forgive yourself. Forgive yourself, dàjiě. Philip forgives you. I forgive you." The pressure built within Mei each time she repeated, 'I forgive you' until she could not contain it any longer.

She had never wept and come at the same time and it was a bitter, lovely, scouring, heart wrenching moment of healing absolution that left Mei blubbering in Ai's arms. She rocked her to and fro for a long time after that. 

When she regained a semblance of control, Mei said from within Ai's grasp, "If you leave him.. I will..." she wiped her tears with the back of her hand, "hunt you down and kill you."

She looked up into Ai's eyes shimmering with pools of her own tears.

"I told him... " Ai said with a kiss, "his was... (kiss,) the last cock... (kiss,) that would ever grace my insides."

"I love you, Ai," she said, then paused and laughed. "I love your ridiculous perfection." She looked at her and smiled. "Love and hate you. Nǐ biǎo zi (You bitch)! How will he keep me with you around?"

"You'll have to earn it, chāng fù (whore)!"

"Teach me!?"

"Nope. Pointers from time to time, maybe."

"You know what you're signing up for, right?"

"Yep, the love of my life and his girlfriend."

"Handle it?"

"Hell yes. Wouldn't miss a minute."

Mei's phone rang and without looking she knew it was Philip. Their introduction was over and their lives together, united in their love for Philip could now begin.



From Jenny to Mei Ch. 20



 Much appreciation to my trio of friends: Vanessa Nelson, GTDaytona and Mr. Fox for their guidance and edits. Remaining mistakes are all mine.

*****

At five Karla texted Philip the address of the chain restaurant that was to be the setting for the execution of her plan. She was going to confess to her boyfriend that she had had 'unintentional' sex with Mei Chun, have her join them and manipulate him into agreeing to let her continue to see her. 

She could have kept their affair a secret, hour-long appointments in the massage room at the gym being a perfect cover for their clandestine sex, but Karla wanted more. She wanted nights like last night, minus the kink, or maybe with the kink... it didn't matter. In hindsight her ride on Otto revealed him to be quite the reliable lover and Mei looked so incredibly hot tied up and drooling. The flog and nipple suckers hadn't hurt that badly and had definitely added a spice that intensified the flavor of the whole experience. 

Karla wanted a relationship that would extend outside of the gym to include nights at Mei's house, nights that would, necessarily include Philip. Therefore, she required Tim's understanding, if not necessarily his approval. In the end she could dump him if she were forced to. She had thought seriously about the possibility, but the problem was she loved him and wanted to give him the chance to marry her. 

And while the prospect of moving in with Philip and being just one of his women revolted her sensibilities, it excited her on a deeper, perhaps more primitive, level. To be a millionaire's live-in sex toy didn't sound good at first hearing but it had a kind of barbaric charm. And Philip was going to finance her dream, something Tim would never be able to do. And, she thought, 'I so want to fuck Philip.'

Conflicted but confident that whatever happened tonight would turn out for the best, she showered and dressed while Tim watched college basketball in their little apartment. 

##########

They got there a bit early and took a booth in the center row that divided the restaurant. A few minutes later Philip was pleased to see Karla and an unremarkable young man seated three tables away. He wouldn't be able to ease drop on their conversation but she had been careful to take the bench seat facing Philip and at least he could monitor her facial expressions. They had arranged that she would signal him when it was time for Mei to enter and sit next to her.

He looked Tim over and was not impressed with his appearance. He was tall and a bit out of shape. He looked every inch the entry level accountant but with a cocky demeanor that Philip didn't think he deserved. His hair was unkempt, he wore jeans and a t-shirt with a loud surfboard company logo taking up the chest. 

"He looks ok," Ai said, more with hope than conviction. "Not an ax murderer kind of thing."

"He'd be more likely to bore you to death."

##########

Mei was waiting out in the car, her phone in her lap, her beautifully manicured fingernails drumming on its smooth glass face. She could feel her anxiety add a few millibars to her blood pressure. Yet she was grateful for the flush she could feel on her face and the caterpillars in her stomach, as they were yet another indication that she was no longer the self-absorbed bitch Jenny had been. She really wanted this to work; wanted a do-over with Karla. She didn't like the feeling she had neglected romance with her and needed so much more than just great sex. 

She had told Karla the truth last night. She wanted to be feminine for her, wanted to put her hand in the back pocket of her jeans at the mall. She wanted a weekend at a spa and to waste time together at the DMV. But what she hadn't counted on was how smitten she had become with Philip's new girl. 

Ai was like freeze-dried, instant girlfriend. "Just add sex," Mei mumbled to herself while she checked her reflection in the phone's dark glass. They had connected just that fast. It was breathtaking and Mei had hardly a moment to recover and none to contemplate what her immediately congealed feelings for the skinny Vietnamese prostitute meant. 

As she waited she thought about what Ai's eyes were saying as they burrowed into her soul from above her mons, and as that pretty little mouth coupled with her vulva. 'Was she telling me she loved me?' It had sure felt like it and not just her ridiculously talented tongue. 

'But was it possible? Love at first cunnilingus?'

Just because it had never happened before - Ai was, after all, only her second lick and kiss partner - didn't mean it was impossible. Then the way they finished! It was beautiful, Mei couldn't suppress a smile at the memory. Unlike Karla, Ai seemed to love HER... love who she was inside and not her exterior personality; the facade she knew she wore. She didn't want to be unfair to Karla, it was new to her too. But it was as though Ai could see through her bones and knew what a bitch she had been and forgiven her. She had said so, 'I forgive you,' again and again until Mei had wept with the knowledge that she could be forgiven.

She was someone special, Mei knew that. She had already gotten under her skin. It was a comfort knowing her, even knowing her kind existed and she felt great pride in the fact that Philip had chosen such a girl to become her little sister.

In the dark of the car's backseat she drummed on her phone and said, "What a mess. What a great goddamn mess... I love it!"

##########

In the restaurant, ensconced in their low-backed booth, Karla was slow to start her confession. She fumbled a bit, but it looked to Philip that she was bearing down and getting started. He reflected that nothing was as easy in practice as it was in the mind. One's imagination had a way of simplifying its view of outside events and objects. It turned people into two-dimensional stick figures that behaved according to its predictions so that it could work out strategies. But people didn't work that way. He could tell by the look on her face that Tim wasn't reacting the way she had anticipated. 

"You think he'll go for it, right?" Ai asked.

"Yeah. He's male after all."

"Hmm. How was your first threeway?"

"Never had one."

"Oh my... you're going to love it. I can't wait. You are so going to pass out."

He smiled at her and realized that he would be in a threeway every night. And that he needed a bigger bathtub. 

"She's getting nervous. I wish she would call for Mei."

Their waitress came and Ai ordered a shrimp platter and he ordered a beer. As the waitress left, Karla's eyes flashed at him and he called Mei. 

"You're on. They're in the middle and Karla is facing the door. Good luck." 

He put down his phone and said, "Come sit here so you can watch." Ai moved over when she saw Mei enter. A moment later they saw Karla wave and stand and Philip's phone rang. It was a call from Mei. He looked at her move past the welcome station but she didn't have her phone to her ear. Then he realized what she was doing, answered the phone, and heard some rustling sounds in the ear piece. 

She didn't look at Philip or Ai as she moved to stand next to Karla's table.

"This is Mei Chun," Karla said standing. 

"Hi," Tim said, not standing to greet her, which Philip noted with disapproval.

Mei and Karla hugged briefly then sat on the bench seat opposite Tim. Mei put her phone on the table, screen side down, and smiled. "Karla just can't stop talking about you, Tim."

Philip was impressed at her foresight and could hear perfectly. He held the phone so Ai could listen in. 

"Nice to meet you," he replied without enthusiasm. "How was the sleepover?"

"We had a great time, made some guys buy us a drink or two and laughed at them behind their backs. Just the thing girls like doing. Thanks for letting her stay at my place. She really couldn't have driven home."

"She was just about to tell me the rest of the story when you showed up. Said she had something serious to say. Weren't you, Karla?"

Mei saw the ill concealed anger on his face. 

"Well... it just sort of happened, Tim. There was this moment we shared, like... when she asked for a massage on her neck and... then..." 

She halted, breathed, then sighed, "It was my fault. She leaned back and put her head on my shoulder and... they were so pretty on her chest, all high and pointy. And... it was like my hands just slipped and next thing I know... I mean, and her nipples got so hard and she made this really... like, I dunno, really sexy moan and the next thing I know her tongue is in my mouth... and..."

"We're not lesbians, Tim," Mei said, speaking over Karla. 

"... then we kind of fell together." 

Tim's eyes were tight, his palms flat on the table. Mei didn't think he liked the sound of it. 

"Then we just... I dunno... sort of started... making out." She waited for a reaction but there wasn't one. After an uncomfortable pause, she added, "It was a one time thing."

Mei looked at Karla. "Well," Karla began again, "that time and in the morning."

"Don't forget lunch," Mei prompted and Karla shot her a look.

"I'm sorry, Tim? Can you forgive me? I mean... I could have kept it a secret, but I wanted you to know."

"I've never cheated on you, Karla." He looked genuinely hurt, and perhaps he was, but by instinct he knew he should bolster his current advantage for whatever came next. 

She did feel guilty and did what many people do, rather than be contrite she rationalized. "It's not like that. It just happened, ok, and it's not like it was a guy."

"So if I..." He stopped when he realized the corollary argument of him having sex with a guy wouldn't be valid. 

"It's been eating me up, honey."

"So did you enjoy it at least?"

"Oh my god, yes!" Mei said without thinking, and Karla gave her a 'shut the fuck up look,' but didn't answer Tim. 

Mei recognized something moving behind his eyes. Mei knew men. 

"I just can't believe it. I didn't know you had a thing for girls." He drew fingers through his hair. "Is this going to go on? I mean... She's a member at the gym, right?"

"Yes."

"Yes it's going to continue or yes she's a member?"

"Let me ask you, Tim," Mei interrupted. "What's your reaction? Are you disgusted by the idea of two women together?"

Karla made to object but Mei squeezed her hand under the table and, since the question was out already, waited for his answer. 

Mei was clever. She knew guys loved lesbians, the pretty kind anyway, knew that in today's society being homophobic was worse than being racist and getting him to visualize two naked female bodies would change his thinking at a deeper level than he was now using. 

"I don't have a problem in general, just the idea of Karla with anyone else disturbs me."

"What do you think about me?" 

"Good girl," Philip whispered. 

"I don't know you."

"Yeah, but I hope you will. Anyway, I'm nice, I'm no threat. So tell me what disturbs you. The idea of our bodies touching? Kissing? Her nipple in my mouth? What?"

"It's just..." He certainly didn't have a problem with that in general. Lesbo clips were some of his favorites. 

"You just don't think Karla deserves the experience?"

"It's not a question of deserve."

Philip whispered again to Ai, "She has him on the defensive."

"Then what is it? Am I pretty enough?"

"Yes, you're very pretty."

"Shouldn't a girl have the opportunity, at least once in her life?"

"Yeah, but..."

"It just sort of happened, Tim. It was my first time too. It's not like we planned it."

"So what did your boyfriend say?" Tim asked Mei. 

"He hit me then he fucked me silly."

"But this was just last night."

"Yeah, I just came from his place." She turned to Karla. "Is my cheek still red? I put on some foundation and he only slapped me so I don't think there's a mark."

"Nice touch," Philip commented. 

"I'm not going to slap her for god's sake. I just don't want it to happen again."

"Are you sure, Tim?"

Karla was astounded at how well Mei Chun was manipulating him. 

"I mean I get a massage sometimes at the gym. You know the room? Ever have Karla give you a massage in that dark massage room at the gym?"

"Yeah, once or twice."

"It's nice in there."

"Yeah..."

"Soft, romantic lighting."

She was trying to draw the conversation out, give him time to settle down and let his imagination override his emotions. 

"She ever give you a happy ending?"

He didn't answer.

"Well, maybe that's where all this started, come to think of it. I always get a massage in the nude and with that soft lighting creating a warm glow and that heated massage table I just surrender my body to total relaxation. Then Karla's strong, supple hands roaming all over my oiled skin... my oiled, naked skin... well it must have kinda gotten me thinking subconsciously about sex with girls. I mean, she is beautiful, right? Those eyes of hers, and maybe that's what led me to ask her to go out bar hopping last night and why I let my slip slip off my shoulders. I don't know. I just know I'd like the feel of her hands on me again and her mouth on my neck."

"God she is good," Ai said, and gripped Philip's hand under the table. It was so nice to be sitting hip to hip with her man like this.

"So is it going to happen again?"

"I don't know. If you say it can't then I guess not but I'm still at the gym, I still want a massage and the other girls don't really compare to Karla." She looked for a second to Karla and then back at Tim. "So maybe someday when she's got me on the table and her hands brush my hard little nipples I won't be able to control myself and I'll just start rubbing my pussy. Would that be ok?"

He couldn't react fast enough to get a word in before she started talking again.

"I mean, Tim, I have..." she brought out the 'girl with a problem' routine she hadn't practiced in a while, "... I have, how do I say this?... I have needs that... I... well, the best way to say it is just to say it... I'm kind of a slut. I mean, I can't seem to get enough sex. I need it all the time."

Tim noticed her lids open wider and saw the passion in her glossy, hazel eyes. Her look of hunger was something he'd never seen before. His spine tingled and the hairs on the back of his neck stood to attention. 

"I've even been to a sexoholic meeting or two but they just talked about sex all the time and it just got me horny."

Tim gulped and she knew it was smooth sailing from here on out. 

"Genius," Philip muttered.

"So you see, when I'm with her in that romantic massage room at the gym I just know I'm going to want it."

"I... I," he stammered. 

"Would that be ok? I mean if she helped me out, maybe with fingers. I don't have to lick her pussy if you don't want."

"No, that's ok," he said, more as a reflexive reaction to her question, any question, than an actual consent. 

Mei pounced. "Oh thank you, Tim. You're so wonderful! You said he was the best, Karla and I know exactly what you were raving about. It's going to be great. The three of us are going to be so good together."

"Together?" he asked, dazed. 

"Well sure? Don't you want the both of us?"

Tim swallowed and looked at his girlfriend.

"Don't you want the both of us, Tim?" Karla's coy confident smile was what cemented the arrangement. 

"Yes," he said, his dizziness accompanying a disorientating 'falling into the looking glass' sensation. 

"Good," Mei said, "let's go back to my room at the hotel. We'll get room service!"

She took his wrist and whisked him out of the booth and gave him one of her spine melting kisses in front of the stunned diners. 

Philip's whole body clenched and he thought again how unworthy this guy was. He let the jealousy quietly burn as Ai gave him a kiss on the neck to ease his mind. 

The three of them were out the door just as the waitress set their food down, perplexed that her table had left. 

##########

The coffee was good; strong, hot and sweet. It warmed Markéta in the same way that being with her friend always had.

"Mmmm," she cooed and her eyebrows lifted in pleased puzzlement.

"Tuaca," the older woman said, feeling the warmth of a pleasant memory. "My mamma added a bit to papa's coffee in the evenings when she was feeling frisky."

"Umm. It's divine."

"Didn't know it was her secret signal till last year when she passed." She put down her sketch pad and took a sip from her own cup. Wistfully she looked over Markéta's shoulder and out onto the blanket of lights that formed the view from her St. Germain des Prés apartment-cum-studio. "Funny what an old and dyeing woman will tell her only daughter."

As the orange-vanilla notes of the liquor mingled with the rich espresso flavor, Markéta wondered if Gisella were trying to send the same message her mother had. It was probable as the semi-retired designer had, at one time, offered Markéta many opportunities to share her bed. 

"Now tell me something of this young lady."

"How do you know she is young?"

"White is for youth. You told me white."

Markéta had known Gisella Valente for years. First as an evening-ware designer at Dior then as consultant and finally chief designer for a very famous lingerie house. When one thought of sexy undergarments, those in the know thought of Gisella Valente. She was the perfect woman to make her a gift for Mei. 

"She is about 166, an 84B, a full B, most likely a C, so 84C I think for the bra." 

Her old friend gave her a sharp but playful look. "You know that's not what I mean."

"Mmm?" She said with a mouthful of coffee.

"Oh now, coy doesn't work on a woman of my age, Markéta. Tell me how you've come to love her."

"I..." 

She knew how her older friend had felt about her once. When she strutted the runway ten years ago Gisella had made overtures that had evolved from admiring looks to friendly notes, thoughtful gifts and birthday flowers. But Markéta had only responded with friendship and tactful explanations that her proclivities didn't tend in that direction. 

Gisella took it in stride, assuming that age was the disqualifying factor. She had been forty-five when Markéta had arrived as a skinny Czech model and she herself was well past her prime. She had lost most of her sex-appeal through natural aging and overwork. Still it hurt to be passed over and when rumors drifted by that her young infatuation tended to fuck influential men and with some gusto, she swallowed the jealousy. 

"I don't love her."

Gisella jabbed the pencil she was holding into the sketch pad as though she'd meant it to stick like a dart. "Everyone!" she said louder and with more vehemence than she had intended, "everyone comes to me in love with a woman." She adjusted her speech, "Everyone wishes to dress up their little dolls in my creations and then ravish them. You are no different."

Markéta reacted by tensing up her shoulders and sitting more upright. 'Perhaps this was a mistake,' she thought. 

"Forgive me, Markéta, but share more with your old friend. I want to make something for you that will reflect your feeling."

This forced Markéta to confront emotions that perhaps she was trying to hide, even if only from herself. Did she love Mei? God knows she had been thinking of her. She had tried and failed to think of anyone who had demanded so much of her attention. A few men had, it was true, but never had a woman enslaved her imagination to such a degree. After all, she wasn't a lesbian. 

"I..."

Gisella waited patiently, regretful of her earlier loss of control. 

"I, I..."

"Love her, yes, I know."

Markéta was tempted to display shock or indignation but when she looked at Gisella's warm and caring visage she saw understanding and sympathy framed by her silver-gray hair. And, like looking in a mirror, she saw her own emotions on her friend's face. 




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 20



Still she prevaricated. "I'm not..."

"All women are, Markéta. That's the secret. Some won't admit it but self-deception isn't your way." She moved to her right, around her kitchen counter that was her primary workspace as she spoke. "We have the gift of an unlimited love. Men are fine, useful and necessary." She reached into a cabinet and brought down two glasses. "Men get things done. Heavens, imagine living in a world run by the likes of you and me. Vegetables would never get to market much less trains run at all, forget on time." She opened the refrigerator and removed a bottle. "But women are love. We make the world a place worth living in."

Markéta watched as she unwrapped the bottle and prepared to open the Spumante. "How do you know?"

"That you're in love? It's as plain as your face is lovely. I can see it in your eyes and on your skin."

"I don't even know it myself."

"The perfect third proof."

"But..."

Gisella draped a kitchen towel over the bottle and, with a twinge of arthritis reminding her of her age, she deftly popped the cork. It made a muffled thud and she poured them two glasses of fizzy bubbles. "Spend the night with her, take her to dinner and then your bed. In the morning you will know."

"It's just infatuation," Markéta said with a degree of hope, "and she doesn't feel the same. I don't think she needs me."

Giselle sipped from the flute and wondered if it were possible that anyone would not need Markéta. "But you want her to need you. That's what is important. Receiving love, like receiving flowers, is nice but it's the need to love that gives life meaning."

It was in the way that her old friend looked at her, the unmistakable look of love that made Markéta understand her feelings for Mei. A thrill quivered her spine as her mind allowed the honesty of her emotion to finally escape. 

It was easy after that. 

In that one moment the idea of loving a woman lost all it's fearsome peculiarity. Giselle was right, as a woman she had the power to love and the freedom to choose whichever sex she pleased. And why had she been afraid of admitting how she felt? Who could feel shame loving such a lovely creature as Mei Chun?

The realization caused a blockage to burst and over the next hour she enthusiastically described her young Asiatique in every detail. And it was with great warmth and happiness that Gisella listened to her. It reminded her of her own loves and she was grateful to be the one to whom Markéta shared her revelation. 

"So?" she said, pouring the last of the second bottle into Markéta's glass. They were now sitting side by side on the couch, shoes off and snacking on olives, crackers and prosciutto.

"So I love her, maybe, God help me. Thank you for forcing me to see that."

"Will you marry? Move to California and settle down?"

Markéta knew by the hint of sarcastic mirth that her friend wasn't serious. "No," she waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. "And anyway she has a man to whom she is dedicated."

"Oh?"

"Yes, at best I get a lovely little ménage à trois when I am in America."

"A cozy foreign family. There are worse things, Markéta."

"She's taken to calling him master."

Gisella received the tidbit with a, "Hmmm."

"It's her little game I think."

"Not yours? Is he kind?"

"Yes, well I've not met him. A few phone calls. He seems a gentleman. Very polite... witty in an American way."

"And wealthy? Men should be wealthy." She stood to collect the bottle and walked to the kitchen island. "If a woman should be lovely and feminine then the least a man can do is be wealthy and domineering when called on."

"Quite wealthy, I believe. And the domineering, well she tells me he has a gift for that too."

"Jealous?"

"Yes, a bit."

"Proof number four. But don't begrudge her. Very few women can resist a powerful man. One that dotes upon her and ties her up when she hints at it." She placed the bottle and glasses on the countertop and returned to the couch. "There is something inherently incestuous about love making. Nothing perverse, mind you, nothing as blatant as wanting sex with one's father, but for most of us the archetype of father and lover share characteristics that merge together, especially when things get rough."

"You seem to know so much about..." she smiled at Gisella and tilted her head, "Why have you never...?"

"Oh, I have. And I enjoyed it. I used to keep a young man around, even got him a room in an apartment in the same building for a few years." She confessed in giggling intimacy, "I tired out that poor boy until he found his own truth."

"Went gay did he?" Markéta tittered. 

"Priesthood."

"Oh my! Fucked him straight into the arms of God, did you?"

"My service to the church." They shared a heartwarming moment and their laughter tied them together even more intimately than before.

"But you falling for a young woman serves me right," Gisella said. "I was infatuated with you when you could not see me and now that you have blossomed you have eyes for a girl as young as you were."

At times over the years Markéta had familial feelings for Gisella. She was her favorite aunt, or so it had felt. Now, with the revelation about her feelings for Mei Chun made and out in the open she felt a different kinship with her. 

With a sigh of regret that she had disappointed her friend, Markéta allowed her head to slide off Gisella's shoulder and onto her lap. Looking up into her face she gratefully received the soothing strokes to her hair in silence. 

"I just hope for you, darling, that it works out better."

Markéta let a space exist before she said, "I'm sorry."

"We would have been fabulous lovers, Markéta. Set all of Paris aflame."

"Yes," she said softly and let a tear of regret pool in her eyes. 

##########

Hector Guzman pressed himself from the fender of a primer grey Chevy Impala and tossed the scantly smoked cigarette to the curb. He stroked the fat above his elbow, pushing the pain of a new tattoo away.

He wasn't happy and his unsympathetic fellow gang members didn't offer condolences for his lost whore because Hector earned no respect and the Untouchables didn't give it away.

Tattoos were his way of expressing his innermost feelings and of writing his personal story on his skin. He daydreamed of leading her through that story, one mark at a time while she looked up at him with stars in her eyes. Not that it would impress her. He was a nobody, in a second rate gang that didn't even attract the notice of the police.

The mark that stung his arm was special to him. He couldn't read it but was assured by the artist that it read 'hot love' like he wanted. 

Mario was the best tat artist for blocks around. All the Untouchables got a discount which, if Hector had thought about it, wasn't necessarily a good thing. Sometimes quality was worth the price, like when getting a tattoo in a foreign language. Still, Hector was satisfied thinking of how it would impress her, not knowing that the characters 熱 and 愛 made no sense together and that orientation mattered in pictographic languages. 

'She'll see,' he thought as he rubbed his arm. But as the sting failed to retreat he knew she wouldn't. She would never see because she wanted nothing to do with him. His humiliation at being repugnant to her mixed with his feelings of self-loathing and the poisonous combination felt like shit. And feeling like shit angered him because it reminded him of how he felt when he'd let her get away. The disrespect she had shown pissed him off, but more that that it was that she left before she could see the real Hector Guzman. The masculine but tender man he could be. The man who wanted to be what she wanted him to be.

And as the cellulitis took hold and the itching began in earnest, Hector decided that he could not afford to let her go. She was his last chance at redemption, at earning his self-esteem. If he couldn't have her, if he could not slap some sense into her, then there were other ways to return her rejection. 

He scratched at the tattoo that now burned his heart as well as his skin and ruminated on how, if she continued to reject him, he would make her pay.

##########

Philip was eager to go but Ai's shrimp came and she was enjoying them. He had one, and despite his sophisticated palate, found he liked it. With an act of will he relaxed and focused on her, knowing it was unfair to concentrate on Mei when Ai was here with him.

"Don't worry. She'll be fine. A guy in his first threesome is like a kitty cat. He's harmless."

"I'll wring his neck if he tries to fuck her."

"Is it so terrible? In your mind?"

"It's instinctual."

"Yeah, I guess, but I think you'd like a threesome with the right guy. You know, a friend. It's a real relationship builder."

"I don't have friends like that."

"Too bad," she said.

"Too bad for me or too bad for you?"

She wiped her fingers, took a sip of water and looked at him with unamused eyes, "Envy doesn't suit you, Philip."

"What do you mean?"

"Stop and consider for a moment. You have Mei Chun. Then you have me and we both are so totally in love with you. You'll have Karla too and Mei told me about the sexy European woman."

"I know," he said, disturbed by a whiff of guilt like smoke in his nostrils. 

"I'm just saying a bit of empathy, some generosity to the male half of the world wouldn't be out of place. That doesn't mean that you ever have to share us. I don't need it."

"What about Mei?"

"She's got a sex drive like I've never seen before. She'd be a superstar escort. Think of her in porn for god's sake! But she's dedicated to you. Anyway, that's what the machine's for. If she ever has a fantasy about being with another guy she can work it out on that thing." She started picking at the shrimp again and fed one to him. "You like your grapes pealed, master?" she said with a giggle.

"Oh not you too," his smile delighting her. 

"Why not? I kinda like the idea. Me and Mei Chun with you on our lap on the couch feeding you grapes and stroking you like a cat."

He would concede the image had its attraction. 

"It blew her mind that I can speak Chinese."

"Oh you can?"

"Yeah. My grandma was from the same province as Mei Chun."

"They here in the US?"

"No. I never met her. My grandparents were killed by the Việt cộng in the war. My folks were boat people. Settled in Thailand in a camp and were sponsored by this lady from Mississippi and settled in California before I was born. But mom wanted me to learn."

"We Americans have no idea how difficult life can be."

"Well me too. They don't talk about life in Vietnam. Not much. My life has been great. I love my folks."

He was about to say, 'I know,' but didn't want her to know he'd read her email. 

"Maybe you're right. Maybe Tim isn't so bad. You ready?"

"Yep. So what do you want to do at the hotel?"

"I dunno. Let's hang out in the bar and throw peanuts at the bartender."

"Sure!"

##########

'He's on his way to the bar' read the text on his phone. He called her and put it on speaker for Ai to hear. 

"How'd it go?"

"Smooth as silk," a satisfied Mei said, "he was like Play-Doh."

"Did he touch you?"

"Of course he touched me but just kisses and a lick on my nipple or two. No sex."

Ai squeezed his hand to reassure him and he relaxed, remembering her urging to be more sympathetic to the male half of the species. 

"Hiya, jiějiě," she said and got a 'hi' in return. "He was like a kitten right?"

"Yeah, harmless really. He came so fast the first time he got embarrassed and didn't get up again till I licked her. I thought his eyes would pop out."

"Is he willing?" Philip asked.

"I think so. He looked dazed and said he needed time to think. He's heading to the bar. Is that where you are?"

"Yeah," Ai said. "Philip had to lie to get me served and slid the bartender some ridiculous tip."

"He asked if I would be here when he got back so I think he's going to be fine with the arrangement," Mei said. 

"He doesn't know that the arrangement doesn't include you," Philip pointed out. 

"You'll think of something, master," she said and Philip could here her smile. "Are you saving them up for me, master?" She delighted in disobeying his prohibition against calling him that unless he were fucking her. 

"Yes. My hand is tingling just thinking about it."

"Listen, Karla's out of the shower and I'm going to... you know... again, and give her a massage. She's been under a lot of stress."

"Enjoy, jiějiě!"

Philip also said his goodbye, wondering how many times Mei could have sex in a single day. Then he asked Ai, "What does that mean?"

"Big sis," she said and pointed to the door as Tim came into view. "He doesn't look good."

"He's had his world turned upside down. Wait here for me, honey, this might take a few minutes," he said as he stood.

"You're going to talk to him?"

"Yep, got to explain things to him while he's vulnerable."

"Ok, master," she said with the most adorable, radiant smile.

"Remind me to add your spanking to Mei's total."

Ai saluted. 

He walked to the bar and took the seat next to Tim who was running his fingers through his hair, seemingly worried but with a grin on his face. 

"You look like you've been through the wringer," Philip said as he settled into the adjacent stool. 

"Nah, just had a crazy evening."

"Tell me about it." Philip addressed the bartender, "A single malt for me. Which do you have?"

The bartender he'd tipped a fifty earlier ran them off in quick succession. "Which one is the real smoky one."

"The Dalwhinnie."

"Right, I'll have that one." He looked at Tim. "One for you? Tonight's the night to try new things."

Tim looked at him and said, "Sure, thanks. Funny you should mention new things."

The bartender brought the bottle, two highballs and a small bucket of ice.

"Leave the bottle, Steve. We'll settle up later."

"That was my plan, Philip. Let me know if you need anything else."

"You a regular?"

"No," Philip said, "just make friends easy."

"I'm Tim," he said.

"Philip."

They shook hands. 

"So what's on your mind, if you don't mind sharing with a stranger?"

Tim thought, 'Why not, who better to tell the story to than a friendly face I'll never see again.' "You're not going to believe me."

"Try me. I'll believe most anything and I like stories that start with that line. Even if they're bullshit."

"My girlfriend got picked up by a dyke last night and slept with her."

"Wow." Philip didn't like hearing Mei described as a dyke. 

"Yeah. I know. And we met at a restaurant for dinner and they confessed and asked me to come back here with them."

"No?!" 

"Yeah, and I'm taking a break to try to figure it all out and they're probably up in that fucking huge suite, with a fucking balcony no less, going at each other again."

"And you're having a drink in the bar?"

"Well, they wore me out to be honest. I'm going back once I get my head around it."

"I love sex," Philip said wistfully, as though he hadn't had it in a while.

"Yeah, me too," said Tim. "I mean what happened up there was amazing. I'll never get that image out of my mind. As if I wanted to."

"First time with two girls?"

"Yeah," he felt like a stud, "ever try it?"

Philip said he hadn't. 

"Getting head while the other girl is rubbing herself two inches from your face is unbelievable."

"Sounds habit forming."

"Yeah. I could get used to it."

"You don't look overjoyed. You confused? Not sure your girl's still into you?"

"Yeah." He looked at Philip and wondered at his perspicacity. 

"Ever cheat on her?"

"When we first started dating I got back with my old girlfriend once, but not since we started having sex."

"Been dating long?" Philip really was enjoying the scotch and tried to remember the brand.

"A bit over a year."

"You know, young women like to cross that line every now and then but they usually come back, get married and have kids. I don't think it's something to worry about." He looked at Tim. "She told you, right?"

Tim nodded.

"I mean she could have kept it a secret."

"That's what she said."

"Tell me about the other girl." For Philip, Tim's reply would decide his future. If he denigrated her he would steal Karla away from him and perhaps go out of his way to destroy him. If he were respectful and complementary then perhaps he wouldn't. 

"I see why she did it. I mean, she's beautiful, a thin Asian chick, Korean I think, and you know, she's really nice. If she were some bitch I could just... I don't know. I'd be angry but she's really very nice and she seems to really like Karla."

Philip felt genuinely relieved. "That her name? Karla?"

"Yeah, Karla's my girl's name, Mei Ching is the other girl."

"So what's the problem? I mean if you're going to be having sex with both beautiful women I can't seem to see it."

"I guess I want to marry her some day and I don't want to loose her to another woman. And this other girl has a guy who makes her call him master and hits her."

"What a prick!"

"Right. I know, like, this is the twenty-first century. What a dick. I wish I could meet the motherfucker."

"So you don't want to share his girl with him."

"Of course not."

"Want them both for yourself? Set up in your apartment sleeping three to a bed?"

"Wouldn't that be fantastic but she's really hooked on the asshole, like she's mesmerized. Can't stop talking about him even while she's going down on Karla."

"Did you do both of them in this suite of yours?"

"No... would have loved to but she won't let me touch her. Apparently sucking my girlfriend is ok but my dick is off limits. At least until she checks with dickhead."

Philip saw him scan over his shoulder for a moment and he knew he was looking at Ai. He ignored it and asked, "How can she afford a suite in a place like this?"

"Some dead uncle or something. Apparently the Korean girl is rich."

"This story gets better and better."

The bartender, Steven, returned and said, "Mr. Conners, the manager wanted me to let you know that the bottle is on the house."

"Thanks, Steve," he said cordially but wished the bartender hadn't said his name. He saw Tim's wheels turning but before he could get another question formed and delivered, Tim said, "We've got a client named Philip Conners at the accounting firm where I work."

Philip kept a low profile in public, never attending charity functions and giving anonymously, but the city's money people knew his name. Unfortunately, Tim apparently worked for one of the two outfits that he'd hired to keep an eye on his money managers. 

"You're not a billionaire are you?"

"Listen, Tim," he began to stand and laid the pretense aside. 

An quizzical expression appeared on his face as a whiff of recognition tantalized Tim's mind. Then it jelled. "You're him aren't you?" His voice had slowed and his eyes narrowed. 

Philip's whole manner changed. Standing tall, looking down at the confused younger man, he said, with confident authority, "Come with me." He took the bottle and motioned. 

Tim moved slowly to follow while trying to work out what was going on. It was odd meeting this guy but coincidences happen. That wasn't what had him uneasy, it was feeling a déjà vu sort of sensation. It wasn't that this had happened before but something else. That things were connected in a way he didn't understand. 

They settled in a trio of chairs not far from Ai's table. "We need to talk like men and resolve this and come to some kind of understanding."

"What?" Tim started to elaborate another question and then another light went on. "She said his name was Philip." 

The dots were connecting. 

"Yeah, sorry about the BS at the bar but I wanted to know what you were going to say about Mei Chun."




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 20



Time halted for Tim as the realization that something important was happening. 

"So you're the master?" he asked. 

"Yeah, well... I wish she'd stop calling me that."

With a disgusted smirk, he said, "Well, why don't you just hit her until she does?"

"I don't hit her, she made that up in the restaurant."

"How did you know?" Tim's eyes twisted in what looked like painful confusion and anger.

"Listen, Tim. It was a set up ok? The whole dinner thing, the confession, getting you here. It was Karla's way of convincing you to let her keep seeing Mei."

"What!?" 

Now it all made sense; Karla's recent distraction, her impatience waiting for the taxi, the confession at the restaurant and the suite upstairs. 

"Angry?"

"Fuck yeah, I'm angry."

"Well, you can get pissed off, get self-righteous if you want but then Karla leaves you and instead of having two women you have none."

That was when it all caught up to Tim. Time crept like a sloth. He felt dizzy and raised an open palm at Philip to claim a moment to think and gather his thoughts. He was being steered into a life altering direction. His relationship with his girlfriend was being changed, his position threatened and it had an impact on his sense of self. Yet despite the threat, he thought of the thin, naked Asian girl with the great tits he'd just left behind. There was danger here but also promise, an opportunity that the accountant in him sensed.

"What about you?" he asked.

"Karla seduced my girlfriend at the gym and they've been going at it every chance they can." He drew on the scotch again. "I've come to terms with it."

"Jesus!" He paused for a moment, "Have you touched her?"

"Karla? No." By touched he figured Tim meant fucked.

"Good." His eyes fell to a candle floating in a broad brandy snifter at the center of the drinks table. 

"Yeah, I'm not a dick. And they're not dykes but if you let Karla go, who knows."

He looked up at Philip and repeated the essence of his last question. "So you haven't fucked her?"

"No." He didn't volunteer to fill him in on what happened in the suite hours before.

"Are you going to?"

"Let's talk about that."

"What the fuck do you mean let's talk about it?" he snarled. 

Ignoring his raised voice, Philip continued, "Tim, I'm not an asshole, your just going to have to accept that for right now. As difficult as that is to believe I'm asking you to believe it for the next ten minutes."

Philip paused for a moment to reestablish his calm and then changed gears. 

"You can play this two ways." His voice was placid and reasonable. "Get pissed off and blow out of here and you lose Karla. I could send her to Paris with Mei for a month, put them in a hotel like this and let her shop until you're just a memory. Money can do that, Tim. Or you can accommodate." 

He took another drink and watched the steam escaping from the poor guys ears. "You were at a strip club last night?"

"Yeah, so what?"

"You love sex as much as the next guy?"

"More."

"Ok, more. Let me paint a picture of what accommodating might mean. Let's say you spent time with Karla, as much as you want, and when you feel the need, you go to your other apartment, the one I help you set up, your own secret place, if that's how you want it, and you spend time with your other girl... or two." He let it sink in by silently counting to twenty. "Maybe you invite Karla over a time or two." He paused again. "Or maybe you don't. 

"So we find you a girl. Or, as I said, maybe you have the need for more than one. Perhaps you crave variety. See that girl over there?" He pointed toward the girl Tim had noticed before. Ai waved back and began to get up but Philip gestured for her to stay another minute. 

"Until day before yesterday it would only cost you four-hundred to have her full attention for an hour."

"A hooker?" Tim said with more antipathy that surprise.

Philip bristled but kept himself under control. "They call them escorts these days. So accommodating means is a new woman whenever you want. I don't know your familiarity with things like this, Tim, but some of these women, like Ai over there are stunning. They have their own websites and with an email and a text you set up a date. These girls are as hot as any centerfold and they are totally dedicated to their man's pleasure."

"I heard that some of those girls are five-thousand a night."

"Right, and they love their work. Turning a man on is how they get off."

His eyes snapped back to Philip's. "And you get to fuck Karla?"

"I don't like saying this Tim, but if I had tried I could have already." He took another sip and let the scotch burn his throat while watching Tim digest the thought. "But I didn't out of respect for you. Listen. It doesn't sound nice to hear but you're not competition for me. I sound like an asshole I know, but if I wanted to, Tim, I could just push you aside and if you don't negotiate with me that's what I'm going to do." 

He refilled their glasses. "Let me bring her over."

Philip waived Ai over and in the pause, which in his state of disbelief and agitation felt like minutes, he felt the truth of the rich guy's assessment. He wasn't a looser, at least Tim had never felt like one before, but he was no great catch for Karla. He felt her value with more of an oppressive weight in those moments than he had since that first time at his brother's Halloween party where they had met. He didn't feel worthy of such a beauty then and now, with this handsome rich guy telling him he could entice her away, he knew it was true. 

Philip stood as she approached. Tim did not. He introduced them and Ai took a seat in the swivel chair before the low round drinks table at their knees.

"I know this is a shock for you, Tim. You look like you've been hit by a car," she said with sympathy. 

"Yeah, well it feels that way." He was still seething at Philip but thinking feverishly. 

"I don't know what you've been talking about but let me say that Karla really does love you. I only met her this morning but she's not stopped talking about you. She's even wondering if you're ever going to propose."

"With the money I make we couldn't start a family." He was answering from his heart, his mind too busy to filter his thoughts. "And now that she's a lesbian I doubt she even wants kids."

"Don't be... " she was going to say, "a fool" but changed thoughts. She asked the candle, "Why are men so dumb?" Then she looked back at Tim, "Do you think any of us are real lesbians? Don't you think we want kids and normal lives. Did he tell you I was a prostitute on Saturday?"

"Yeah, which is probably more bullshit."

"Nope, a four-hundred dollar whore and worth every penny. Want to see my website?"

"No, I believe you."

"Now all I want it to do is shack up with him and Mei Chun and have his babies in a few years."

She saw the way Philip looked at her and said, "We'll talk about that later." Looking again at Tim she continued, "The thing is we don't know what life's going to give us and what it's going to take away. It's brought Karla into our lives and she's happy and she wants you to be happy too. Don't you think this is hard for Philip? He loves Mei Chun and sharing her with Karla makes him jealous."

Tim looked at Philip and downed his drink, "Then why does the 'master,'" he did that finger quote thing, "allow it?"

"Because, Tim, he loves her and wants her to be happy but he's jealous nonetheless."

"So he has you and Mei Ching..."

"Mei Chun."

He didn't correct himself. "And now he wants Karla."

"No. It's not like that. He has enough with Mei Chun and me. Anyway, we're going to keep an eye out for some cool girls to join us so he really has all he needs."

"It's not fair," Tim said, his eyes vacant. The shock wasn't so much at Ai's revelation that a rich guy was going to get a lot of pussy but it was that at that moment he was sure things were over between he and Karla.

Philip felt a mild disgust at hearing Tim say the phrase but conceded that he'd just been clobbered by a very disconcerting reality. With his motivation being equal parts a desire to leave his presence and to give Ai time to work on him in her own way, she said, "I'm going to the bathroom," and got up. He didn't really need to, but understood that Ai flying solo would be more persuasive with her feminine wiles. 

When he had left Ai asked, "Tim, how old are you?"

"Twenty-seven," he answered in a flat voice, looking at the shadow the candle cast on the table.

"And you're still talking about fair? I mean, what's fair? Philip's dad dies and leaves him millions..."

"Hundreds of millions."

"Whatever, and you and I have parents that can't send us to college. So what? Life's not about money. Life is about love and experiences."

"I love Karla... I loved Karla."

"And Karla loves you, Tim. Why do you think we are here? I'd much rather be home in bed with my two lovers but I'm sitting in a bar where I can't drink, talking to you."

"Sorry about that." He said self-indulgently and with self-pity.

"That's not what I mean. We care about you because we care about Karla, because we care about Mei Chun. See?"

"He offered me hookers and an apartment to fuck them in." The shock hadn't quite worn off yet.

"Wow."

"A different one every night."

"Wow, he is so generous. If I were a guy I'd jump on it."

He raised his head and paused for a moment longer than necessary, "If they looked like you I might."

"I know lots of girls prettier than me who escort. I'd be happy to introduce you. And, Tim, we're all girls who love sex. That's the secret why most of us do it, but we can't tell the clients. They'd stop paying us if they knew how much we enjoyed it." 

"What would Karla think?"

"What's she gonna say? She understands she doesn't have much room to complain at the moment..."

He listened with half an ear but most of his mind was reviewing Philip's offer. He knew a good deal when he was presented one. And anyway, Karla had cheated on him. It was the chance of a lifetime.

"... She wants your heart and can share your body. So if you and Philip can work something out then she'll go for it. Anyway, try it out for a few months and then see if you and Karla like it. Otherwise live an exciting lifestyle for a while."

"I don't... I need to talk to Karla about all of this."

"Of course you do but remember how much she loves you. And be sweet and understanding."

"Tell him thanks for the drink."

"Tim," she said with eyes both warm yet firm, "Philip's really a great guy and he takes care of his friends."

He looked at her and said, "Thanks," and walked out. 

##########

"You're probably right." Mei said into the phone while giving Karla a, 'sorry for the interruption - I'll be right with you,' kinda look. "Ok ... I'll be down in a few." Mei ended the call. 

"That Philip?" Karla asked leaning up on her elbows to look at Mei through the valley formed by her legs. 

"Nah, Ai. Said Tim's on his way. I need to scram. Philip spilled the beans."

"Oh shit."

"It had to come out." Mei saw her looking tense again, eyes scanning the ceiling. "Trust him, baby. She said something about a deal."

"Christ! A deal. I told him I'm not a horse."

"He knows men. Don't sweat it."

"This is MY relationship we're talking about. MY future husband, if he's smart enough."

"We wouldn't do anything to hurt you and Tim won't be able to resist. If we double team him once a month he'll let you do anything you want."

"Philip said he wouldn't let you."

"Yeah." She stood to dress. "He might change his mind if Ai and I fuck him enough. Anyway, Tim liked tonight. Even if it's just watching he'll be good with it and a hand job isn't sex."

Karla watched her quickly put on her bra and panties and wrap herself in that exquisite ivory blouse. "You two sure have hit it off."

"Jealous of Philip's little whore?"

"Of course."

Mei leaned on the bed, pulled at Karla's knees but couldn't budge the larger girl's body down the mattress. Karla didn't help by sliding down; she laughed instead. 

"No good luck kiss?" Mei harrumphed, pouting with mock injury. 

Karla shook her head with an impish smile so Mei fell between her legs and kissed one nipple, "Good," then the other, "luck."

Karla grabbed her head with her bent arm, rolled her over as Mei shrieked. She kissed Mei firmly. "Thanks. Thanks for everything," she said. "Last night and tonight and everything."

"I'd do anything for you," Mei said as she got up to put on her skirt and pearls, "you're my first girl."

"Ouch."

"What?"

"First girl."

"Hey. Don't get like that. It's your fault anyway. Had you not stuck your fingers in me we wouldn't be in this mess and I wouldn't be seeing every girl as a walking sex toy." She primped in the mirror for a second. "And, I love you, Karla."

##########

Mei departed in the right elevator just as she heard the left one arrive. She didn't catch sight of Tim and was grateful for it. He was ok, she considered, not really sure what Karla saw in him, but reflected that some people might not know what Philip had to offer at first glance either. She hadn't, at least as Jenny she hadn't. 'What a total ass I was,' she reflected. 'How could I have been so stupid? So blind?' 

She kinda liked Philip before the blackmail started, thought he might be worth a quick fuck or two. His persistence was charming in a way but it showed her he wanted her too much and that was an indication that it would be a brief affair. She would only get a month out of him before the 'I love you' stuff started and that would have been that. 

She thought how fortunate she was to have misjudged him so. How he had given her no choice but to admit that she wanted love, how he had forced her to see how emotionally damaged she was and what life was like without a will of your own. 

Now she felt like a new person. Nothing that had concerned Jenny interested Mei, except clothes and sex. The idea of hurting men had totally lost its appeal to be replaced by a real interest in people and their needs. For example she wouldn't have given Tim the time of day much less straddle his head while she rubbed her sweet little pussy for him. She chuckled remembering the look on his face while she searched for her phone in the descending elevator. 

But there were unintended side effects, like Karla. The whole girl-sex thing just seemed to pop out of her. And, like the novice she was, her enthusiasm was still at a fever pitch. 

She really did like Karla, and not just the sex. She saw a person inside, one that was tender and in need of protection and an unconditional love that she was starting to feel she could give. She was a novice at love too and her enthusiasm for it was perhaps even stronger than for her new found ardor for the female body. 

Another side effect was the need she felt to request something from Philip that she dreaded asking for. It was this new need to love everyone which was the problem. She didn't think her motivation was selfish - she didn't need anyone but her partners to love her in return - but perhaps there was an element of self-interest involved. She did want to feel the pride of Philip noticing how she had changed - and that was selfish, wasn't it?

She kept looking for her phone then realized it was back in that suite that Philip had gotten Karla and decided to head to the bar. 

She kept thinking about the favor she was going to ask and how reasonable it was. 'After all it's not for me,' she thought. 'He couldn't object. It won't cost anything and I'd do it for him. He wouldn't even need to ask permission.' Then, as the door opened and she walked into the lobby, it occurred to her that of course he wouldn't, she was his slave. That thought caused her coccyx to itch and her spine to quiver like a wave traveling up a chain. 'Slave. Sex slave." Her salivary glands tingled, 'I am so his sex slave.'

They weren't in the bar and the woman in her mid-thirties at the front desk wouldn't give out his room number. The woman called up but there was no answer so she figured they hadn't made it to the room yet. 'He's probably banging her in a utility closet,' she supposed. 

She sat in the lobby for a few minutes imagining Ai's nice little breasts jiggling on her chest and her mouth excitedly panting as he drove into her from behind. She wondered if it were feasible to kneel down in front and lick her as he did her that way and figured that fantasy probably trumped reality in this instance. 'If she put her foot on a shelf, maybe, or he did her in the ass I'd have plenty of room.'

Mei had lots of fantasies like this, especially at the gym. She'd see some hottie on the Stairmaster and think about chloroforming her, tying her up in the Pilates room and watching Philip fuck her in the ass. For some reason he always did anal in her fantasies. She wondered why. 

A few moments were spent pleasantly with this diversion until she heard, "Miss?" It was the blond at the counter calling over her shoulder. She turned to look. 'Do people really say miss anymore?' she wondered.

"Yes?"

"I just spoke with Mr. Conners. He is staying in room four-twelve. Would you like me to show you the elevator?"

Mei declined, thanked her and walked through the lobby wondering if Philip would like that one. He seemed to like tits, Karla's especially, but without getting a look at her rump she didn't know if she were master-worthy and you could never tell about boobs while they were trapped inside a bra. 

She had been on the lookout for recruits ever since he had let her take Karla as a lover. That act of kind forgiveness was the final tumbler that slid the lock of her heart open. She was now completely dedicated to his every gratification, and since sex was her passion, she would do what she did best for his benefit.



From Jenny to Mei Ch. 21



Philip lay on the bed of room four-twelve, his head propped on a folded pillow, fingers intertwined cupping his cranium. His shoes were off and his stockinged feet rested in Ai's little lap. He was in a pensive mood. 

Philip was a believer in the dictum that 'you get what you pay for' with the slight modification that if you got something for free you still had to earn it. Contemplating the treatment he had already received from Mei and Ai, and that which he felt sure was to come, he sought a way to pay for it. 

Before all this started his life had been weighed down by a loneliness heavier than he had realized. Being the son of a busy real estate mogul didn't make for an emotionally fulfilling youth and four years as guest of the State didn't fill his early adulthood with meaningful connections either. So, as he matured after leaving the penitentiary, he came to recognize his temperament for what it was, resigned himself to make the best of the loner personality he inherited, and took satisfaction where he could. 

That was until Mei Chun. She changed everything. 

Blackmailing her had changed him in ways he was still trying to catalog. He felt more gregarious in everyday encounters, no longer looked down on people who he felt were less intelligent, and was more patient with the IT managers that had previously driven him crazy with government speak. He had greater confidence. Looking back a few days, he thought about how he had dealt with the Kenisha situation. Before Mei he might have taken a more aggressive and confrontational approach. One that, in retrospect, would not have worked as elegantly as his calm and indeed friendly method had. But by some new instinct he empathized with Kenisha, recognized her fragility, fear and anger. He didn't think about it at the time but now ascribed this new sensitivity to Mei's influence.

In short, Mei had changed him, forced him to reassess himself and his future. But was he now the kind of guy to live the life that she, like Lucifer upon the mountain top, tempted him with? Each hour that went by made the prospect of living with three or four stunning young women in his house seem more and more reasonable. 

Then, as he did when thinking along these lines, his thoughts drifted to Sarah. He reflected upon what Mei had said. Could she have been right? Was Sarah in love with him? Secretly yearning to have his child? Now that he had time to mull it over he recalled more signs that, in hindsight, seemed suspiciously indicative of a woman in love. 

Like he did so often in prison, he let the memory of his obsession for her course through him. She was a very fine woman, in all respects. Kind but no pushover, someone who knew what had to be done in any situation. She was strong and he liked strong women. Sarah was iron when she needed or wanted to be. Yet when she desired to give of herself she was soft, accommodating, solicitous even.

In prison he had fantasized about marrying her and would have had she not seemed to have grown cold when he saw her that first time upon release. 

'What had she said?'

She seemed, now that he looked back with a new perspective, somehow uncharacteristically fretful and reticent. He thought a couple of weeks later, when she told him about dating Mitch, that she had been trying to tell him that their relationship was at an end or at least going to be radically different. However, after working over Mei's conjectures, he saw that perhaps she was waiting for him to indicate his intentions. To step forward and proclaim his feelings for her. And he had not.

'Shit!' He thought, with Ai looking fixedly at him, her angelic smile soothing and kind, 'maybe Mei was right? And now that Mitch is out of the picture...?' Then he scolded himself, 'What am I thinking? I can't handle these two much less Sarah.'

But surely he had been right. He had felt convinced she didn't want things to progress further. Back when they first started 'dating' she knew he was just months from incarceration and he didn't resent her keeping an emotional distance. And as he rotted in prison, and even more so afterward, Sarah's life had veered away from his, and while they exchanged light hearted letters and were still friends, that friendship had changed. They were older now and their priorities had matured. Sarah now had her doctorate and was director of the center and Philip had sought to earn his own living and manage his father's wealth as a caretaker would.

'But that look she gave me that first time out... and that thing she'd said... what was it? What did she say that made me wonder for months afterward?' Try as he might he could not remember and he let it escape. He felt, as though it were a taste in his mouth, a need to shunt aside thoughts of her, a woman he liked to think of as a girlfriend rather than a whore he knew. But now was not the time to regret past mistakes and missed opportunities. Not with Ai rubbing his feet.

With just a look into her eyes, witnessing what seemed to be her complete contentment, his thoughts came back to the present. 'How did I get so lucky?' He wondered, not for the first time. 'How come God loves me so much? What did I do to deserve her?' But, like with his father's money, he knew there was no answer forthcoming, no possible reason that could have caused providence to have blessed him so. It was dumb luck rather than merit that put him in this position. 

It was a lifetime of being surrounded by things he hadn't earned that was the origin of his dictum: The only way to deal with unearned fortune was to find a way to earn it. It was how one could stay sane, motivated and moral. And remembering this duty caused him to feel his responsibility with a disturbing urgency. He suspected that his self-assessed debt would simply mount and mount until it loomed like a skyscraper before him. He didn't want to find himself in that position because he knew it might kindle a resentment in him.

Despite his recent foray into sexual domination, if not outright abuse of Mei, Philip had a naturally nurturing character and delighted in fulfilling the unspoken needs of those he cared for, few as they had been. The trouble was, with Ai at least, there were no apparent needs for him to pamper. And while whipping Mei to orgasm was nice and all, and he was glad to give her the therapeutic as well as erotic satisfaction from it, he felt that he could do more for her as well. But what form that 'more' could take escaped his notice for the time being. Money was no good. He had the means to drown both of them with gifts but it had no significance to him, which was crucial. Buying baubles would not settle his sense of obligation.

'What do women want?' he asked himself. But the answer was already present before his mental lips stopped moving. Women wanted the time and attention of the man they loved. He figured there was no substitute for an hour in a coffee shop, or twenty minutes folding laundry together, or a walk around the neighborhood. Shopping with them would be good, surprise gifts were always welcome, especially if there was sufficient thought behind them, and a date every couple of weeks would go along way toward helping him cope with the imbalance he felt was sure to accrue.

He let those tentative plans suffice for the moment and, the issue temporarily resolved, let his conscience relax and felt the massaging of his feet for the first time since she started - only to be disturbed seconds later by Mei's knock at the door. His contemplation collapsed to be replaced by annoying thoughts of what might have happened between her and Tim. 

Ai paused her massage. "I'd better let her in." She gently moved his feet, stood and hurried to the door.

"How did it go?" she asked Mei as they walked back together. 

"Fine," she said casually as she entered the room. At the foot of the bed she curled one leg, sat and began to undress. "I left before he got back then realized I left my phone and didn't know what room you were in."

Ai stood behind her, caressing her shoulders. 

"I had a talk with him," Philip offered, "gave him some options."

"What kind of options?" 

Ai saw that Mei didn't take up her massage of his feet. Of course, she hadn't known about it but that didn't prevent Ai from noting her lost opportunity. 

"Just that I'd set him up with another apartment and pay for some girls if that's what he wanted."

"That was nice of you."

"He said he liked sex," he said with a shrug. 

Mei stood and Ai helped her off with her skirt then gently removed the pearls and lay them on the dresser. 

"Was that all?" she asked.

"I also told him I would push him aside and take her if he didn't."

Mei wanted to protest and point out that using a hammer when a fine chisel was the appropriate tool wasn't wise but realized being a sex slave precluded such remarks. 

"How did he react?"

"He considered and I just left it like that and let Ai talk to him."

"I just told him," Ai said, gathering Mei's hair in both hands and neatly draping it over her back, "that Karla loved him and to give it a try. I think he'll go for it. I mean, it's a guy's dream come true, right?"

Mei figured it was out of their hands.

"So how much did he do to you?" he asked. 

Ai got a brush from her bag and began stroking Mei's long black hair.

"Like I said. He licked a nipple or two, put his arm around my waist and we kissed a few times while she blew him." She twirled a few strands of hair around a finger and relaxed into Ai's attentions. "And I gave him a good look at me stuffing my fingers inside. Then he came."

"It was very generous of you, Philip... to let him have the experience," Ai said from behind Mei.

"I'd rip his arms off if I thought he fucked you, Mei. Did he touch your pussy?" 

The moment the question was delivered his attention was pulled to Ai. He noted the way she was brushing Mei's hair while keeping her eyes on him. That was when a question occurred to him: 'What is she doing? Is she...? Getting her ready for me? Like an attendant in a harem?' Then her countenance change slightly. Was it a nod of her head or a half wink? Her smile had definitely changed and her eyes seemed to take on a glimmer of comprehension. It gave him the heebie jeebies and he felt himself lurch, at least on the inside. It was the feeling one gets when they know their mind has been read. 'She's prepping her for me! Getting another girl ready for me to fuck.' It was a difficult concept for his mind to grasp. 'Holy shit, who is this girl?'

"No. He didn't touch my pussy. Well, just a grazing stroke but I pulled away," Mei said.

"Now, Philip," Ai saw the heat in his eyes smolder, "it's not like it's our heart."

"No other guys, Ai. I mean that." That's when it occurred to him that Jenny had been a slut and Mei had asked that she carry the slut with her to her new persona, and he had agreed. 'And what does a slut want?' he asked himself rhetorically, 'Dick, of course.'

Mei looked at the bed, seemingly to avoid his eyes. She wasn't thinking about Tim and how she let him grope her a bit nor how she had enjoyed watching fascination glaze his eyes while he came, looking at her pussy as Karla swallowed him down. She was thinking about the request she wanted to make and how he would hate her for making it.

"Of course not," Ai said, lifting her own black dress over her head, pausing with her arms crossed. "And I mean that - only if it's your idea."

"Not going to happen."

"Fine with us," Ai said as Mei removed her bra and stepped next to her. They stood hip to hip at the foot of the bed, an arm around each other's backs, two thin hands resting on slim hips, thumbs in each other's panty strings. They leant their temples against one another's and smiled down on him.

He whispered within his boggled mind, 'Oh my great god in heaven... thank you.'

Ai knew the look - the look of a man at the onset of sex shock. She had seen it before and so had Mei. "Thanking God, Philip?" she asked.

"Damn right I am."

"Good, men should be grateful." She reached out her hand to touch his toes. "This one is all about you. We just want you to relax and enjoy." She giggled, "Mei probably knows CPR so you're in good hands."

"You're overdressed, darling," Mei purred. 

"You're right, Mei. Come undress me."

In unison, they crawled up on the bed, breasts tightly wobbling a bit as they shuffled forward. Mei went for his pants button while Ai dealt with his shirt with one hand and stroked his thigh with the other. Her giggle was sweet, high and light. "You're so going to pass out."

"We're gonna fuck you to heaven, Philip."

"Heaven or a coma," Ai corrected. 

When Mei had his flaps open Ai grabbed one pants leg and Mei the other. They were slow in pulling them down, each kissing the flesh of his thigh as it was revealed. By unspoken agreement they were going to do him slow. They were going to, like artists, fashion an experience for him that he would look back on with awe and a shiver of his spine. They hadn't conspired on a plan for this, his first threeway, hadn't even spoken about what would happen when they got him alone. They spoke via the sub-frequency that women who had a common lover spoke on. The signals, however, were vague and Mei had her own pre-visions of this first time as a group. She had studied Ai's gentle technique earlier in this very room and wanted to see if she could match her serene, affectionate attitude. Yet, she noticed, Ai seemed a different person now that it was Philip she had beneath her. She was more animated and clearly excited. With her she had been delicate and calmly caring, almost maternal, but with Philip she showed a evident desire. Mei observed how she relished him. How she kissed one bit of skin then sort of nibbled in a long line of equally sensual kisses only to segue into butterfly tickling with her tongue and finally to a dramatic long sucking of his skin. 

The fact was that Ai had made no plans. She knew herself very well, knew that at this moment plans were a contrivance that would block her natural gifts. Every movement, each appropriate location for the placement of a kiss or touch came to her as naturally and unconsciously as respiration. Ai was a virtuoso lover, a sexual savant, a fact which Mei hadn't quite gathered yet. 

They took their time and petted his flesh as his pants were nudged towards his feet. Both had noticed his erection but neither gave it much attention, focused as they were on coordinating the kissing of his respective legs. 

Philip's cock throbbed. Two lovely, slender young women were sliding their bodies, clad only in panties, down his legs, kissing, licking and smiling at him. Their skin, two different tones of tan, complimented one another. Their hair, both silky smooth, one jet black the other darkest brown, were in two different styles of pony tail; Ai's high on her head, Mei's tied almost at her neck. 

His brain did a fast forward, catching images of what he expected to happen in the next hour; Mei blowing him while he sucked on Ai's pussy, Mei riding him cowgirl while sucking one of Ai's tits as she sat upon his face, Mei pleading for an ass fucking and spanking while she had her face between Ai's legs. But he quickly realized all this thinking ahead prevented him from focusing on the moment. So he let it go, and with that relinquishment he felt himself passing through the gates of heaven. He closed his eyes for a moment, and let his senses tell him where they were and what they were doing. Freed from the visual input his body felt their touches more acutely. He thought he could feel each strand of Mei's hair on his skin and the wetness of her saliva drying as she moved to a new spot. Upon opening his eyes he found them looking up at him smiling with tongues out of their mouths like kittens lapping at a bowl of milk. 

"What?" he asked Mei, wondering at what her expression meant, but she didn't answer, she just gestured with her head toward Ai who was sucking his shin bone with the same expression.

"We're celebrating," she said and returned to licking him. 

"Celebrating what?" he asked, already knowing the answer. 

"Us, dummy. You and me, and you and Mei, and all of us." She sat up, lifted one leg and slid his shin under herself. "We are going to be awesome together." She spread her knees to gain contact and began to glide her covered labia against his skin, riding the ridge of his shin bone. 

For a moment, as he watched the black of her panties drag down her mons and reveal fine wisps of her pubic hair, he thought that it was not possible that a lovelier girl could be found anywhere else under the sun. 

"So good," she continued, "we were meant to be. The three of us." She reached out her hand and took Mei's and Philip reached down to take both of theirs. 

No one spoke for almost a minute as the girls humped the front of his legs and Philip looked from one to the other. 

Finally Mei asked, "What are you thinking?"

"That I wish I had a second dick."

Mei laughed, "Like coming out your forehead?"

"Then," Ai said, "everyone would call him dickhead and be perfectly justified."

The laughter broke the sexual tension and reset the mood. They fell forward, maneuvering so they both lay prone on a leg, his feet pointing upward, pressing at their crotches. The girls slowly wiggled themselves on the top of his foot and, at some mutually decided moment, they took his waistband in both hands and began to, ever so slowly, pull down his boxers. 

"These silk, Philip?"

Just the way she asked such a mundane question, Mei noticed, was charged with erotic power. She wondered how she did it. They weren't silk and Mei knew that Ai knew it. Any girl who couldn't tell a polyester/rayon blend from silk couldn't make love the way Ai did. 

"Uh..." he said, "don't think so."

"We're going to have to get him silk, Mei Chun," she said, "nothing but high thread count, pure Egyptian cotton or silk for our boy Philip."

"Right, silky smoothness to remind him of what it's like to be balls deep in one of us."

Ai blew on his now exposed cock. "Only the very best for this."

"It's beautiful, isn't it mèimèi? Ever seen one so handsome?"

"Never. Handsome is just the word too."

"It's like..." Mei paused a moment looking for any word that would do, "glorious. I have dreams about this thing," she said taking the base in her hand and wiggled it side to side. 

Ai looked at it with awe, "My last cock!"

Mei felt it was expected that she mimic Ai's pledge of fidelity but knowing it would be a lie just said, "Yeah," figuring that it could mean she was agreeing that it was Ai's last cock or hers as well. To stave off any further talk along these lines she gulped him down and started a slow tonguing.

He didn't know quite how to react. This over the top worshiping of his penis was new and thought that perhaps they were either kidding or just saying things to boost his ego. So rather than speak he closed his eyes and let the feel of Mei's warmth and wetness pour over him. He felt a new and unique sense of relaxation with the rise and fall of her mouth around him and the encouragement Ai was giving her as she petted his lower body and chest. 

"You know, you are totally turning me on watching you blow him like that."

"Umm?"

"Yeah, it looks so good going into your mouth, the way you can't open any wider. It's like I can feel it in mine when you go deep like that."

Mei pulled off him and pointed it to Ai for her to have a go and they began to switch off, one sucking while the other played their fingers across his stomach or scrotum. 

He had known this was coming, what threesome between one man and two women could be called such if it didn't involve this, but what Philip wasn't expecting was the beauty of it. He had, like most men, busied his mind with fantasies of this moment, yet in those imaginings he had expected something along the lines of the porn he had seen. This was totally different. For one thing the pace was slower, their actions more graceful. The girls were calm and patient, carefully keeping their actions under control, seemingly afraid that the slightest increase in the speed of their strokes with lips, hands or whole mouths might cause him to come. It became apparent to him that they wanted to delay that as long as possible, like they were trying to mine the maximum ecstasy from him. 




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 21



Secondly, unlike any pornography he had seen, Mei and Ai were talking the whole time, mostly to one another. 

"Perfect!" Mei said, getting a lick in while Ai busied herself with the head and turning her eyes to Philip.

"Umm hum," Ai grunted in agreement.

"The ideal cock."

"Umm hum."

Mei kissed his hip and stroked Ai's hair as her mèimèi massaged his pole with gentle pressure from her lips and flicked her tongue left and right. 

"Just long enough but not too long, y'know? Thick but not too thick to swallow." Mei took her turn from Ai and demonstrated her deep throating skills which impressed her and delighted him.

As her lovers cock bottomed out in Mei's throat, Ai concurred, "Perfect." She looked at him with bright eyes and that dazzling JV smile and said, "Philip, you have the ideal cock."

"Shouldn't it be longer?" he offered.

"Why are guys like that?" she asked Mei Chun.

She withdrew it, panted a bit and said, "Dunno. Comes with the dick I think," then swallowed him whole again as Ai looked up at him and wiggled her cunt on the top of his erect foot.

"I mean, what would you do with more? You already hit my cervix when you go deep. Another inch and you'd bruise it. And let me tell you, that wouldn't be good."

"Painful?"

"I'd rip your back to shreds. Your dick is perfect. Such a nice filling feeling, like... satisfying. Trust us when we say yours is absolutely the perfect dick."

"Still..." he said. 

Ai and Mei stopped and looked at him with an impatience that approached annoyance. "Listen, Philip," it was Mei's turn, "lots of women go through their entire lives with guys who have a skinny four inch cock OR no cock at all. Think of all the... god knows how they do it... lesbians out there who have forsworn dick of any kind. We're lucky 'cause in addition to getting great girl sex, we get this great fucking... " she tugged on it, and not too gently, "... orgasm stick of yours. For Christ's sakes you sent me to heaven with this thing. I mean, modesty is nice and all but please."

"Ok... alright. I believe you," he said defensively, "I've got a great dick - got it. Thanks. Now fucking get back to sucking."

Mei smiled like a fox, "That's the man I know." She looked at Ai, took a quick trip up and down him again and said, "Love that tone of voice... gives me the willies."

Ai lay her head on his thigh to watch Mei for a while, admiring her technique and the way she would pause with it way deep and move her tongue in and out a bit. When she could she traced the vein that bulged prominently on her side with a single fingertip. She thought about pulmonary capacity and envisioned a single red blood cell as it passed under her finger, heading back to his lung for another O2 molecule and where it might go next trip around his body. 

She gazed back and forth from Mei's lovely tight lips, struggling to keep a lock around it, to him, receiving the feeling with apparent sangfroid and felt everything was right with the universe. She said, "Having fun yet?" Her smile squinted her eyes. 

Philip had very few phrases from which to choose and picked the first his distracted mind stumbled upon. "I love the both of you."

Ai's laughter was sweet. It rang rich with a sound of delight and happiness. "Of course you do."

Mei chimed in, taking a break from slow fucking her throat with his dick. "And it's not just 'cause his dick is in our mouths. That's the beautiful thing about him, Ai."

Ai concentrated on her finger as it traced the vein again and said, "Everything is beautiful about him."

"Umm hum," Mei concurred. 

Ai moved up to his head propped on the pillow and hovered over him. She framed the curtain of her hair around his face to form a cocoon of intimacy.

He reflexively bent his elbows to take her breasts in hands but was stopped. "Uh uh." She took them away, held his wrists over his head and resumed her place over him. "This is about you," she said, then she kissed him - slowly. Very, very slowly.

It was one of those kisses that left its mark on a man's squiggly grey matter. The kind a guy could instantly perceive meant something, something wonderful and frightening. It was a silver bullet kiss, and it was devastating, the emotional punch held in the softness, the measured pace, the quite breathing and her gentle cooing. 

He felt her breath being inhaled past his upper lip and into her nose, felt it exit out her mouth between kisses, and tumble warm and moistened by her lungs over his chin and onto his neck. She mewled or moaned or murmured or something. It was a sound of total open and naked enjoyment and between the touches and sounds he felt she was wrapping her essence around him like some tendrilled flower and feeding on him. 

So slowly she kissed him and with such burning but tender passion that he forgot Mei was sucking his dick. 

He was five minutes into this threesome thing and already he felt like he was drowning. Her presence above him held more overwhelming weight than ever before. Her concentration on him was like a bucket of warm honey being poured over his head. It was cloying and close and suffocating and delightful in a horrible way. He was sinking into her intimacy and he didn't know if he hated it or loved it. He was about to panic, unable to take more, when Ai backed off, held her head above his and looked down with eyes that seemed to show her soul. She didn't speak, only smiled and continued to stare at him, waiting.

'What's she waiting for? What's that look mean? Who the fuck is this woman?' He was becoming nervous and still Mei faithfully sucked his cock. He felt his skin start to crawl as she loomed over him, calm and self-certain. He could feel her confidence as though she had seen it all before, a man helpless, like an innocent butterfly pinned to a board about to be gently ethered to death. 

She lowered again and as her eyes claimed his whole view she whispered, "Let go." She was upon him with those soft, vampiric lips, sucking something out of him and his mind interrupted his growing panic. It wanted a word with him. It foisted upon his consciousness a somewhat disturbing flash of insight, 'She's dominating me, just like I do with Mei, but with love.'

He wanted to squirm away, to push her off but she read his thoughts (he could swear he felt her digging around in his head) and just as it got to be too much she lifted then quickly sucked his neck for a five count, then went right back to the kiss. 

He was being overwhelmed and just as he thought he could take no more, she lifted and looked at him. She loomed above him and stared into him for long seconds, then said, "How's the blow job?"

"The what?"

She giggled, elfin like, "Mei is blowing you."

"Oh... great. It's..."

He felt her descend again and girded himself for more overwhelming intimacy. He never thought he had a problem with it before but then again he'd never had Ai. He actually shivered as her lips met his then felt her soul being thrust into his mouth. 

After what felt like interminable minutes, when the pressure got unbearable, Ai pulled upwards again to look into his eyes and giggled, "What is it, Philip?"

"I so love you," he said, sounding like a child confessing his love to his kindergarten teacher.

She giggled again, "Of course you do," and returned to dominating him with affection.

In a few moments she said over her shoulder, "Hold him there jiějiě. Just stop your mouth. I wanna make him come from here."

Instantly he knew she could do it. He knew that just with her mouth and her closeness she would get him to come but wasn't sure that was what he wanted. Not that he didn't want to come, just that being so totally at her mercy was unnerving. 

Mei understood Ai's request and held his cock still in her mouth. She waited. She was dubious. She'd never heard of a guy coming from a kiss, no matter how hot the kisser, but if anyone could she bet it would be Ai. 

Ai whispered in his mouth, "You're going to fuck me for the rest of my life. You know that right?"

"Yeah." He couldn't breathe. He felt his heartbeat flutter like a snare drum being toyed with by a three-year-old. He seriously wondered if he were entering cardiac arrest. 

"Just yeah?" she said with another grin that seemed to illuminate her eyes.

"Fuck, yeah."

"That's better. Everyday. Gonna be just like this."

"Jesus, Ai. I'm dying here."

"Need to come my baby? Need to unload that white love shot on jiějiě's tongue? Hmm?" She kissed him, reached in his mouth to tease out his tongue and sucked it from him, then relented. "Lemme tell you a secret about our little Mei Chun I got out of her this afternoon." With glacial slowness she licked his left eyelid. "She's a cum slut. Loves your cum. Hated every other guy's nasty spunk but yours she loves. So you had better be ready, Philip, cause that makes two of us. Two chicks totally addicted to your semen."

She saw the wheels move behind his eyes. "Yep. Call me cum slut, Philip, for nobody's but yours."

She spoke over her shoulder again, "Start up again, jiějiě, but don't get him too close. Our boy here's eyes are starting to pop blood vessels."

She focused back on Philip who gritted his teeth and said, "I'm gone a get you back for this, Ai."

Her head fell to the side of his neck then tossed high in laughter. She laughed with such joy and amusement that he laughed too. Even Mei stopped her throat swabbing long enough to ask what was so funny.

"Philip is threatening me with the same treatment."

"Oh," she said and went right back to work. 

"My dear, Philip, nothing would make me happier. Do this to me once a week and twice when I'm good. I'll drink you up, baby. It's a girl thing and you're doing great. You are so much a man that you can let me in like this and not be terrified."

"I'm fighting off panic."

Over her shoulder she called, "Ok... hold there, Mei Chun. Lemme take over."

She hummed her agreement and stopped mouth fucking him. 

Ai smothered him again and whispered in his ear as her breast caressed his chin. "I know, baby, and that's like saying I love you in a way that really hits me deep. I adore you letting me in like this." She swished the hair out of his face and resumed the position, hovering above him and pointing those bottomless pools, the windows to her soul, at him. "Ready?"

He practically whimpered his agreement. She giggled and said, "Good boy. Let me in and come for me."

She pressed upon him the most penetrating, soul quivering, gut churning kiss of his life. He felt as if her essence was crawling inside him through his mouth. And it was sweet, overwhelmingly affectionate; it was loving and warm, excruciatingly personal and made him feel owned. Each nibbling at his lips made him feel like she was consuming him.

He was convinced now. All doubt was gone. She was totally serious. Everything she said he knew now was true. Her love for him was without limit and he felt that fact like the snapping of a lock around his heart. She was ultimate - pure - quintessential feminine love and he let her have him. With a last shiver of male ego he opened and felt her dive in. 

Moments later Mei guggled as he let loose in her still mouth. 'Holy shit!' she thought, 'She did it. She made him come with a kiss.' She swallowed, loving how his cock muscle created a contracting wave that pushed his goo into her waiting, hungry mouth. Then, as he finished delivering what to Mei seemed like his most prodigious load yet, Philip's knees crept up and held her in a vice. She moved right and left as he rocked her like a rowboat on the ocean. She saw him push Ai off of him and say, "No! Stop! No more." It reminded her of when a guy would burrow after her clit after she came and was over sensitive.

"Damn!" he exclaimed, "Give me a minute." He scooted back to the safety of the headboard and gazed at Ai with a totally freaked out look on his face.

"What the fuck, Ai!?" 

She lay giggling to his right. 

"What was that?" He started laughing.

She slowed her mirth to a trickle and said, "Love."

"What was...?" he asked again.

"I was pushing my soul into you."

It was such a strange thing to say but said with such conviction that neither Mei nor Philip thought to protest that it wasn't possible. 

"God!" he said then looked at Mei.

"It's kinda intense," Ai admitted. 

"Damn right it was intense." He looked again at her questioningly. 

"Did you like it?"

"I don't... I can't think." He paused to pant a bit and collect his thoughts. He knew now what it meant to be overwhelmed. The concentrated closeness, the searing intimacy of her over him like that, dominating but with tender affection.

"Like it, Philip?" 

"Yeah." A tear came unbidden to his eye, surely a fleck of dust or a crumb or something. "I liked it."

"Good. You're gonna have to get used to it I guess."

"Damn," he sighed. He looked at Mei, silently eliciting her comment. 

She shrugged and said simply, "She made me blubber this afternoon. I was a wreck."

Then he looked back at Ai with what must have been a question on his face because she answered, "No," quite firmly. 

He couldn't quite form another question because she had just answered the last one without him being aware that he had asked it. 

"No what?"

"No, I've never done that with anyone else."

"Who the fuck are you?" he blurted out without thinking. He was at his limit and the feeling of having his mind read again on top of the hyper-intimacy was the last straw. His question was saturated with an anger he knew he had no right to feel. But Ai wasn't offended, in fact she seemed rather pleased. 

"I'm your lover, Philip. That's what you signed up for, right?" She felt some sympathy for him. She had been expecting this since that time in her tub when she practically scratched the enamel off the sides with the force of her orgasm and the revelation that Philip was 'The One.' Poor Philip was just being introduced to that reality and she figured there'd be some blowback. 

"Jesus, Ai."

"Calm down. It's gonna be ok, you'll see. The Universe is never wrong."

Mei watched this exchange with more understanding than did Philip. In fact, having felt something quite like what he had just gone through this afternoon, Mei was expecting something along these lines. She pulled on Ai's wrist and dragged her over his legs to roll onto a different part of the mattress. She figured Philip needed to recover a bit. 

Ai fell on her with giggles and they tussled for a few moments before settling down into slow burning kisses and strokes on bare skin.

He reflected as he watched Mei take off Ai's thong. 'It's my imagination. She can't read my mind. It's the stress of my first time maybe, or the scotch, even though I didn't have that much.' He watched Ai take off Mei's thong. 

'I mean, I don't have a problem with intimacy. I'm not afraid of letting someone in like that. It was just so much so fast. Like cloying, like being gassed. It just hit me when I wasn't...'

He closed his eyes.

'Bullshit. That was so much more. So goddamned intense.' He began to smile at what he thought the whole thing meant and wanted nothing more than to keep Ai in his life. 

He watched her lean back toward him, place her head on the mattress and raise her chin. She looked at him with upside down eyes as Mei also peered up at him from further down her body. Slowly she began to suckle gently on her pussy. Ai's eyelids narrowed and she said, in a dreamy voice, "Recovered, Philip?" 

He turned his body so his head was above hers, a mirror of the position she had taken moments before. "Yeah," he said and began kissing her. 

"Sorry to drown you like that."

He kissed her chin and enveloped the flesh covered bone with his lips. "Don't ever apologize, Ai. Not for that, it was..."

She purred and reached her hands to clasp the back of his neck. "Yeah... it was. This how you're gonna get even?"

"Yep. Once a week and twice when you're good."

As he kissed her, making love to her mouth as she had done to him, he had the presence of mind to ask himself, 'Why isn't this freaking me out. How can she be so... so familiar so quick? Like we've been dating for years? How can she love me like she says, like, at the drop of a hat? How many guys...?' He paused himself, unwilling to be disloyal with the thought, but it completed itself, 'has she loved?' And, like the answer sprung from inside his head, he heard his reply, 'She's comfortable. She fits. She's a goddess. She is everything you want. Does it matter? Do her loves before diminish what she means to you? Don't be a dick.'

They made love to Ai with affection and patience, taking her example. And while Mei gently lapped at her softest flesh Philip concentrated on kissing her neck and face. He knelt on the bed at her shoulder, leaned over and held her head in both of his palms. She murmured and nibbled him anywhere she could while stroking his hair and feeling the muscles on his back.

She felt his love for her in how he pressed his warm lips into her cheek and the gentleness he took around her closed eyelids and the bridge of her nose. Those touches of his lips were as exhilarating as Mei's sweet slow kisses to her labia.

No one had a thought for time. No one cared about anything outside of the bed. Even Mei let go completely of who she was and concentrated on the way Ai was responding to her, monitoring the wiggle of her hips when she drew her tongue up and over the sheath that guarded her clitoris. She had been so affected by Ai's immediate friendship and the way she had made love to her earlier that she had a real desire to bring her as much pleasure as possible. 

She saw Philip move Ai's hands above her head and presumably hold them there in one of his. She could feel Ai's arousal mount. She noticed her enter a new stage that corresponded with Philip's restraint and she heard Ai gasp when he pressed her breast flat with his palm. Her movements became more sure in their direction and had shifted from a side-to-side glide of her hips to an arching, slow thrust into her mouth. Her belly collapsed as her chest heaved and her groans seemed to become more urgent.

She watched Philip's throat as he tongued Ai's mouth and thought it perhaps the sexiest sight she had ever seen. Her Philip, her lover, tormenter, teacher and blackmailer was wiggling his tongue inside his little Vietnamese prostitute and god it was sexy. 

She noticed how Ai's wetness seemed to suddenly triple and her thrusts increase. She saw her struggle to get her hands free and felt her pelvis rise to push into her face. 

'Oh wow yeah,' Mei thought. 'Fuck yeah... come in my mouth, Ai. Fucking come for me, mèimèi.' 

The final proof, if Mei had needed more, was Ai's legs climbing around her shoulders and the sounds of her enjoyment stifled by her thin thighs as they grasped her head. Her little butt lifted from the bowl Mei had made of her palms and she thrust up in a one-two-pause pattern, humping into Mei's mouth.

'Fuck yes! Fucking yes, Ai. Come for me you sexy little bitch!'

"Ugumfh! Ugumfh!" Ai grunted into Philip's mouth but he didn't try to decipher. It was an orgasm and what more did he need to know other than to keep doing what he was until she rode it down?

It seemed, from his estimation, that it was a good one. She paused a couple of times about half a minute into it and then tensed up again and finally relaxed, spent and panting. 

"Ooohhhh, gooood, so good," she purred and gripped his bicep and Mei's wrist at the same time while curling into a ball. "Thank you both." 

Nothing was better for Ai than having a girl suck her clit while kissing a man but truth be told she came as much from his lips and tongue and closeness as the very fine job Mei had done. 

And when she had stopped panting and had emerged from her fetal curl, she saw that Philip was over her and playing one finger through her hair. He lifted a few dozen strands and supported them as he moved his finger along their length and let them fall to her ribs.




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 21



"God you are beautiful," he said, looking again into her eyes and seeing the depth within. 

"Every girl is beautiful when she comes," Ai observed with a smile. 

"Probably," he said, "but you know that's not what I meant."

She didn't need to answer so let the moment last while looking into his soul. And then suddenly she shivered. Her whole being sort of shook and she thought, or rather remembered - because the knowledge was already in her - that she owed the Universe big time. 

"What?" He asked. 

"Oh... just thanking God," she said ('God' and 'Universe' being synonymous in her quantum religion). Then pushed him at the shoulders. "Mei's turn."

She watched him mentally transition, in a rather graceful way that was still attentive to her, toward Mei. 

He fell onto his back, lifted her by hands at her armpits. She watched. It was perfect - the curve of Mei's breast as it hung down from her torso and joined with the coresponding arch of his mouth. She lay looking, contemplating geometry and the universe while Mei held her tit in her hand and fed it to him. 

She let out a sigh and thought, 'The Universe really came through this time. Not only Philip but this girl Mei Chun too, damaged as she is. She is so pretty with such great boobs.' She thanked the unseen forces that made all things the way they were.  

For Ai, everything had intelligence. Not that rocks and trees could think, her faith wasn't like that. She felt that the secret of the cosmos lay in it's smaller components. Ever since she saw a documentary on string theory at fifteen she knew that truth lay at reality's most fundamental level. The theory stated that far below the level of the atom lie strings. Little bundles of multi-dimensional energy that vibrated and throbbed. It was the frequency with which these bundles vibrated and how their extra dimensions folded around each other that determined the nature of the subatomic particles that they constituted. Trillions of such strings made up a single electron and it was there, at the smallest imaginable scale, that the intelligence of the universe was contained. 

These strings formed a kind of roiling foundation for all of existence, a vast cosmic ocean on top of which all matter emerged. Therefore any truly omniscient and omnipotent force must be found there or even below the surface of this ocean. 

So, while no single string could be thought of as possessing the Universal Mind, all the uncountable trillions of them composed it. But somewhere else, somewhere beneath this ocean dwelt something more. She felt sure that these string things, multi-dimensional as they were, existed in this world and in many others simultaneously. Just as an electron that spun a figure eight pattern about the nuclei of an oxygen molecule could not be said to belong to either more so than the other, so too these strings belong both to this universe and the countless others it helped form.

And this nexus, this heaven, this place where all the universes joined, she knew was the domain of love; a realm no physicist would allow himself to contemplate. 

She had no mathematical or other proof for her theory, yet it explained all Ai needed to make sense of life and as she watched Philip's tongue caress and jostle Mei's nipple she saw love flow from the very fabric of the universes and manifest around them. 

She sighed again at the beauty of it all and reached out with her senses to feel what they were making. When the moment was right she would rejoin them but for that instant she was doing what she was supposed to; she was worshiping the goddess of love and beauty and math, watching her lovers add to the total of goodness in the universe.

Then, gradually, the moment changed. Mei Chun had maneuvered herself to face Philip's feet and sit on his hips while he stroked her back. Ai watched her hair play along his forearms in the most lovely pattern of softness. 

She knew the man the Universe had chosen for her would be easy to read. That she would be entitled to an intimacy of communication with him that was unique in both of their lives. Now she wondered if knowing Philip would also give her new insights into that realm below the quantum foam that some people called heaven. After all, one had to be immersed in love to know it's nature and she knew with a certainty that she was now completely submerged in it's essence. 

But, she'd have to think about the details later as Mei was lining up Philip's cock, about to impale herself upon it, and her services were being called for. She didn't need a preternatural acuity to read the meaning of Mei Chun's gaze. It said, 'Do something good to me while he fucks me.' And so, as Mei slid down his penis, she scooched over and began to gently play her tongue over Mei's clitoris. 

Philip felt Mei's slight weight as she rested her back on his chest and heaved a sigh of contented ecstasy. He gingerly placed his upturned palms under her tiny little butt and lifted her up and toward him. She lay looking up at the ceiling and allowed his hips and hands to control her body. It was a great position that they hadn't tried yet and with Ai in the mix she had a good idea as to how it would go.

It went better than she could have imagined.

It was lovemaking like neither Mei nor Philip had ever known. For him it was so devoid of need he didn't recognize it as sex. He didn't look forward to giving Mei an orgasm as a means to feel the sense of accomplishment he always loved. He wanted something for her and felt the kind of care one does when searching for the one flawless flower in the shop. He was searching for something pretty to present her. 

"How's this, Mei?" He asked in her ear as he cycled slowly to and fro, in and out. 

"Heaven." It took four seconds to get those two syllables out of her chest.

"What's she doing?"

"She's sucking my clit, lapping at my pussy lips and blowing every now and then."

"Like it?"

"What do you think? She kisses so slowly." Then, with honey like viscosity in her voice, she said, "It's like... like a slow burning orgasm already." 

"How'm I doin'?"

"Perfect. So perfect. Just the right speed. As slow as Ai. Sooooo sloooow."

He thought she sounded drunk, her words warm whispers spoken with barely enough energy to raise them out of her lips to cascade down to his ears. 

He raised his hands from under her bottom and with his fingertips began to trace lines over the skin of her thighs, belly, ribs and chest, all while keeping a firm, steady, creeping stroke into her slick vagina. 

Mei had had lots of sex in her young life - lots. She had developed a formula, as Jenny, one that maximized the output of her acquisitions. She would quickly identify a male based on fundamental characteristics; height, build, general physical fitness, wealth, moderate to low IQ and high libido. Once she found one that would do she would seduce him, fuck him on the first date and decide if she had a winner. If he passed the basic, 'did I come?' test then she would inform him of his duties. He was to provide her sexual gratification on demand, exclusively; to buy stuff for her in the traditional manor, shared meals, movie tickets and so forth; and in return she would fuck only him for the duration. She also made it clear that she wanted no part of love or romance. Most men were delighted to agree and the sex would commence. Jenny had thought it was a great arrangement. She got what she needed, no one thought her a slut and the sex was, as she judged at the time, great.

Now, with Philip beneath, rolling her with the ebb and flow of his superlative cock and whispering sweet things in her ear and Ai doing slow magic to her pussy, she knew all that other stuff was nothing. 

As his fingers continued to spark the nerves of her torso and breasts she felt the delicious tension grow. 'Never been this good,' she thought, 'never been so goddamn good. I can feel them, like their whole being. It's so beautiful it hurts. Hurts so good.'

"So good," she mumbled, "so good... so good." She gently writhed and arched her back. "So good... sooo goood. So beautiful."

Time lost meaning - thought lost any appeal it may have had - sensation and emotion crowded her consciousness and she became a raft floating on the undulating swells of his body. 

An echo vibrated within, 'You're still unworthy.' But rather than an unwelcome intrusion she accepted the feeling, understood it and let the comment slide through her. It was truth, she was still unworthy, and as truth it could not be denied. She would simply have to change what she was. She would have to submit more completely to him, find more ways to earn his love and finally drive a stake into the heart of that bitch Jenny. But not now. Now she would relish the gentle filling and vacating of her core, the soft tantalizing of her flesh and the feeling of her hood and clit pulled into Ai's delicate warm mouth. 

"Sooo goood," she murmured. "So... so... so good."

Philip felt Ai's fingers mix with his own on her belly and left Mei's lower half for her to manage. He brought his hands up to her face and let them dangle and touch. 

"Sooo goood, Philip."

Like soft rain was how his fingertips on her face felt. 

"Yes, Mei."

"Don't ever stop." As was so common now her tears began to form. They felt great, like a lubricant for her soul. 

"We will never stop, Mei. We're going to be doing this for a very long time."

"Years?"

"Forever," Ai said. "The three of us are bound together."

"God!" Mei groaned, "I'm so totally..."

"...in love?" Ai prompted.

"Lucky," Mei said. "So lucky and so drowning in love. It's sooo goood, Ai."

"I know, honey. Lie back and drown."

The speaking stopped, all but the sounds of Mei's passion, and for minutes they kept slowly rolling Mei higher and higher. Philip slid his fingers into her hairline and she swore she could feel a bolt of energy flash between there and her labia in Ai's mouth. He stroked her hair, sucked an earlobe and massaged her temples while Ai simply did her unseen magic. 

In a way it was an inversion. They were making love to her as one would usually during foreplay, gentle and tender before the mad dash to orgasm commenced. And she knew they weren't going to speed up, that there would be no frantic push over the edge. Knowing that let her relax and savor. The problem, or the design, in this method was that the sensations started to accumulate within her, her mind and body unable to dispose of the last effervescent touch before the next one registered. They began to back up, to fill her and she writhed searching for a way to clear the backlog.

"You're about to come, jiějiě." Ai sounded certain.

"Not yet," she pleaded.

"Sorry, as soon as he touches your nipples you're going to explode." And with that prediction, accepted without question by the other two, she went back to slowly enveloping her labia and petting it with her slow tongue as Philip's languid thrusts slid under her chin. 

Philip moved in perfect, reliable rhythm, letting his will be guided by a new calm awareness of what it was to make love. He was in something of an altered state. His erection was firm and with no sense of impending orgasm and it occurred to him that it was simply a tool, a specialty tool to be sure. It was the appendage nature had equipped him with to provide Mei with the feelings she was so evidently enjoying. 

After thinking this way, of himself as a tool for her pleasure, he joined his whole essence to the purpose; using the muscles of his abdomen and back to roll Mei's body, his calves to push his feet and raise her hips slightly, his breath to caress the side of her neck. And as all of the various parts of Philip unified into a whole machine his enjoyment and technique fused. 

Laying on his back, his little Mei rolling in ecstasy on top of him, her skinny, elegant back nestled on his chest, he felt himself radiating a masculine power. It was as good a time as any to close off his mind and go on autopilot. And that was just what he did. For the first time in his life he let thoughts of sex fade and let the spirit of love take control of his body. 

It went on and on. Three bodies, three consciousnesses circling about one another with not a single thought between them. They were not one but were three, orbiting one another, feeling warmed and content in their trio-ballet. And when it was time, Philip's hands found their way to her neck and upper chest, then he grasped each stiff nipple firmly with three fingers of both hands and gently pulled them away from her body. 

Mei's eyes shot open. She began to huff. She pushed great gouts of air from her lungs in a grunting that increased in volume and strength. She built and built as her body crumbled. 

'Oh god!?' 

"Ughn!" 

'What's ...?' 

"Unff!" 

'God!'

She had never felt anything like this. 

"Uunff! Auugh! God!"

She felt like she was on the verge of exploding.

"Gu, gu... God!"

In a rush a new, warm presence enter her, displace her 'self' and generate a kind of pressure. Her spirit was being squeezed, flattened against her top half. Then she felt it lifted out of her body by her nipples, Philip pulling her essence up and out. 

Then she heard the screaming. 

It wasn't her screaming, it was that girl on the bed down there mounted on her man's cock, so lovely and pure in her ecstasy. The one writhing in delightful torment and shaking. The girl to whom the others were doing things - lovely, poetic, graceful things.

She felt her essence start to dissolve, to dissipate and part of her knew where she was being taken, to that land of infinite bliss. But she didn't want to leave. She wanted to watch the girl squirm in ecstasy and to remain in the company of her lovers. 

But it was too late. 

Mei was gone.

*****

 Thanks to my trusty girl writer pals VanessaNelson & MissLisaJones and to Mr. Fox and GTDaytona.

One thing... please, is a comment every now and then too much to ask? I don't mean to sound like your mother, but could you think of us poor writers for a change. Really, a 'nice job' goes along way.



From Jenny to Mei Ch. 22



People react to extraordinary experiences in different ways. Some respond with shock, reflexively hiding from the encounter, some seek a reoccurrence, whereas others might search for a religious or medical explanation. But when Mei Chun got fucked senseless she simply left her body and mind behind and voyaged in a self-less, transcendental state. 

At the moment, in room four-twelve of the San Francisco Mandarin Oriental, she, or rather her body, was being gently rolled by the fluid movements of Philip's hips and hands as Ai continued to, ever so gently, glide her soft tongue along her labia. 

This time Mei was lost in a new world of orange light that lived and flowed and twisted within her. Like a synesthetic, seeing sounds and hearing colors, Mei perceived the emotions of love and devotion as a warming orange, gooey, helical mass coiling around and through her. 

Peace, pure peace, absolute contentment and love suffused the place. And as her being dissipated, as her knowledge of self was absorbed in the warm orange that surrounded what was once Mei Chun, she became the orange. 

"Orange!" she cried.

Philip heard her and assumed she'd lost her mind again. 

"Beau-ti-ful..." she whispered. 

Ai pulled back to observe her body convulse, which it did for what seemed like minutes after her screaming subsided. She got up on her knees and stroked Mei's thighs. "Good one, huh?" she said and wasn't concerned when Mei didn't answer. She remained quiet for a few moments while Mei mumbled a bit more, then fell silent save for her breathing. 

Ai waited patiently. Philip kept his slow pace as if nothing had happened. 

Then Ai observed the shiver that seemed to radiate from Mei's belly button like a stone thrown into a pond. Shuddering muscles in belly and thighs that transferred to legs, arms and lolling head. She noticed the ring of foam around Philip's still slowly sluicing cock. 

"Wow! Was that another one, Mei Chun?"

"She can't hear."

Ai recalled what Mei Chun had said about Philip's magic dick and being propelled into the stratosphere but had thought it simply exuberance. Now that she saw the evidence for it she wondered at what love could do to people. 

"And... and?"

"Hum?" he prompted.

Ai sat back on her heels and stared, enthralled at his slowly thrusting, deliciously thick, penis and at his hands now grasping her hips gently. "And... uh?"

"Yes?"

"So... like? She just..."

"Yep. Just zones out like this. I can't explain it."

"Golly," Ai practically gasped in awe. She watched as he moved his hands up from her waist, along the ridges of her ribs and formed cones surrounding her breasts. As he squeezed, her nipples puckered and Mei groaned. 

Ai watched in fascination as Mei began to squirm then shudder again when his index fingers began to flick her nipples back and forth. 

"And she's totally out of it?"

"Yep. And there's more."

"More!?" She wondered what more could mean. How could it get better than being tossed around, unconscious; suffering a continual series of orgasms while your mind was transported to heaven?

"Yeah. Tell me, Ai, what's double twenty-two?"

"Forty-four."

Mei jerked and kicked and growled with such ferocity that it startled Ai. She pushed away from Mei as if she were possessed then fell over backwards and hit the floor with a thump.

"Holy Crap!" she said from the rug. 

"You ok?"

"What was that?" Her face peaked up above the mattress.

"She came... again."

"No way! Just by saying forty-four?"

"Aaahhhrrrunph!" Mei grunted and shook, her feet flopped limp at the end of twitching legs, smacking Ai smartly on the side of her head. 

"Ouch!" She retreated below the height of the mattress. "So she, is, like, out?" She could not believe the intensity these two achieved together. She wondered if Mei would return from wherever she was brain damaged. "Where is she?" 

"She's in her happy place, heaven she says. I think it's serotonin shock personally. Like her brain just, sort of overloads and, like, escapes somewhere."

"No way?! So, like, how long?"

"We did this for nearly an hour our first time."

"An hour?" she said in disbelief, while contemplating an hour long orgasm. "Mei said something but I thought she was... So this forty-four thing...?" Her eyes went wide again as Mei thrashed, her feet once again kicking over the end of the bed. 

"Um... please stop saying that," Philip asked as he struggled to hold Mei down.

"So like, I don't get it... every time she hears that number she... what?"

"Climaxes."

"No way! I mean... no way. She's faking." Ai crawled around to his side of the bed, staying low to avoid thrashing limbs. 

"If you felt her squeeze you the way I'm feeling it you'd know there's no faking. Plus, does she look like she's faking?"

"Oh my God!" She looked into those eyes of his. "Philip," she said in earnest, "you've got to fuck me into a coma like this and give me a number." He chuckled and she, still kneeling beside the bed, removed a strand of Mei's hair that was covering an eye and obviously causing him some discomfort. "You HAVE to fuck me into wherever she is and give me a damn number!" 

His laughter was just like hers, sweet, amused and without a tinge of derision. "I'll see what I can do, Ai, but it was her mind that did it. I just keep going and finally she just zones out."

"Zone me out, Philip! Please, I'm begging!"

Mei started groaning and mumbling about her new favorite color.

"She's coming around," he said. "Funny, I thought she'd be out longer."

"Orange... so beautiful. I never knew..."

"Mei Chun, honey?" Ai said with a tentative voice. "You there?"

Still no reply.

"It might help if you would stop fucking her," Ai observed with a bit of pique. 

"Maybe. But tell me, Ai. If it were you getting screwed out of your mind like this, would you want me to stop?"

"Eh — when you put it like that. Can you grab her ankles so she doesn't kick me again."

"Sure," he said, taking Mei's skinny ankles in hand as Ai pushed them into his grasp. "Careful with the number."

"Forty-four?"

"Ahhgggguuuuh!" Mei moaned from her soul and ground her ass back into Philip's groin. 

He laughed at Ai's stupefied wonder and the ridiculousness of the situation. He gently chided her, "Don't waste 'em." 

"Dang, you guys have something special," she said. "You have GOT to give me a number."

They let Mei slowly regain consciousness and she came to as Ai was back in her position, alternating between watching her man's cock gently stroke Mei's tunnel and licking her velvety pussy lips. 

"Oh my god," Mei croaked.

"Back with us mortals, Mei?" Philip chided. 

"Yeah," she said, sounding exhausted, "love to be back but hate to leave."

"Tell me everything!" Ai said, "... when you can form coherent sentences."

"Told you," Mei crowed. "Totally magic dick."

"Big one huh? Tell me everything."

"Holy smokes!" Mei whispered, profanity being something she instinctively knew was inappropriate. She lay still and boneless, her head resting on Philip's clavicle. She felt his breath in her ear and on her neck. "So good," she purred. "Sooo..."

"Perfect?" Ai offered. 

"Perfect. Sooo purrfect..."

"Best ever? I guess."

"Never better. Never in... never ever better."

She felt his mouth tighten in a smile that pulled at the skin of her neck and heard his warm, affectionate chuckle. She noted the continued rubbing of her insides but it was no longer erotic. It was a comforting, tactile love, like being petted on the inside. She let the sensation glaze her, let it soak into her skin and closed her eyes. Philip hugged her even tighter and she felt Ai crawl upon her. She put her arms around her new best friend and they lay like that, Philip gently rocking the both of them side to side. 

When she tried to describe the experience to Ai she mentioned that this time it was even more transcendental. For one thing it was slow. She hadn't known orgasms had their own speed, or rather momentum. For all its sluggish pace it had devastating inertia behind it. "Like being crushed by... by... like..."

"A steam roller?" Philip suggested.

"I was going to say a garlic press but I don't know what one is."

"It's, like, a press," Ai said, a devilish mirth in her tone. 

"...to crush garlic," Philip added looking over Mei at Ai. She smiled and rolled her eyes which triggered the laughter that was building in him. They laughed at Mei together. 

"Ok, laugh. It sounds so nice and anyway, I'm so fucked silly." They were the last words anyone would speak for quite a while. 

It was Ai who broke the silence. "How long are you going to do that?" she asked Philip, looking over Mei's shoulder with a knitted brow.

"Huh?"

"Yeah," Mei chimed in, "you've been pumping away like one of those oil thingies for, like, half an hour. Wanna come?"

"I'm good."

"You're fantastic but I want you to come again. Has he come in your mouth today, mèimèi?"

"Um. This morning he came inside then sucked it out and drooled it in my mouth."

"Oh my god! He did that for me. It's the best! So hot n' dirty!"

"That's when I knew he'd reached stage two," Ai said, lifting and kissing her neck.

"Stage two?" Philip asked.

"Uh huh," she said while crawling back down Mei's body. "Stage one was at the coffee shop when I knew you knew."

"Knew what?"

"Knew you would have me."

"But I had you..."

"That didn't count. I mean a throat full of your cum is nice and all but you didn't love me then. And you paid me."

"Right."

"Which I promptly donated to charity by the way. I didn't want to tempt the Universe into changing its plans for us."

"So getting horny for you was stage one?"

"Yep."

"And stage two?"

"Love, of course."

"And what's stage three?"

"You don't want to know. Well, I shouldn't say that. But you don't have a need to know and it's probably best that way. I mean, some things need to come in their own time, right?"

Philip, with a quiver of premonition, felt sure that stage three was either marriage or a kid, or both. (He was, of course, correct.)

"Now," Ai continued, "how 'bout I move down and blow him in between him stuffing you, Mei? Sound good?"

"I'm good I said."

She ignored him. "Jiějiě?"

"Yeah. Can you get him to shift gears? I'm probably going to fall asleep like this. He's better than cough syrup."

Ai moved down and took his dick out of Mei's still slick pussy and tubed on his cock. She let a minute go by and pointed him at Mei's hole and watched him glide in. 

The contrast in textures was interesting to Philip and he took the opportunity to consider which he preferred; Ai's sweet little mouth and dexterous tongue with her humming her pleasure or Mei's longer channel and undulating body. 'Probably a tie,' he concluded. And as he sunk completely into Mei, he was pleased he wouldn't have to choose.

After a couple of times like this, being switched back and forth, he lost his slow controlled rhythm and was much more forceful jabbing his hips up which caused Mei to sigh appreciatively. The angle was just perfect to scrub her g-spot on the way in and poke her tummy a bit when he was deep. She moaned when his hands roughly grasped her breasts. She bent her neck to watch as his big strong mitts squeezed the fat of her tits so that his fingers made them conform to him. It put a delightful pressure on her nipples. 

"Ugh... yesss, use me," she sighed and thought about Philip's passion for her. 

Ai's mouth encompassed him again and Mei relaxed while her mèimèi took over. It let her concentrate on his wonderfully manly moans and the feel of his mouth pushing warm air into her ear. She could tell he was going to come soon, and she was so drained from all the sex she had had she didn't care one way or the other if she came again. 'As long as he gets what he needs from me. But... I mean," she reconsidered, "well... I could take another... a little one, I guess.'

"Damn, Ai, you have an amazing mouth." He felt himself approaching the finish. "I can't see what you're doing but it's awesome."

Back into Mei she placed him and said, "Thanks but wait till we've done this a few times."

He stiffened his body into a plank and began to jab Mei fervently. He grunted and pulled then pushed Mei like she was a doll onto which he was cramming his cock. 

Mei responded to his renewed enthusiasm. "YES! Fuck me, Philip! Use me! Fucking use my body!" 

Ai loved it, the passion and need that was emerging from him. She did her best to squeeze his balls as she used one thumb to press on Mei's clit and draw the pad of it up her sheath to expose her hot little button.

"Ai!" It was his short hand for, 'I'm gonna come.'

"I know, Philip. You're going to come in thirty seconds. Just hold out. You're going to spray all over jiějiě's bald pussy lips and let me suck it off her."

"Ai!" This time it was Mei announcing her approaching orgasm. 

"I'll put him back in, Mei Chun. I won't forget. I love riding it down that way too."

Ai watched as his pace raced ahead and she counted down: 'five, four, three, two...' "Ok, Philip, let me have it and completely relax." 

He stopped thrusting and, counter to all that seemed right, went limp on the mattress. He felt Ai's hands take hold and stroke him while what felt like her tongue swished across the tip. Then his eyes sought the top of his head and let bliss overtake him. 

And then came the rhythmic gushing. 

It was different, not better or worse than before but different. It brought him a unique kind of orgasm, an unburdening, a liberation and he felt his cum flow in great spouts from him like blood from an artery. It felt more natural like this, less like he was trying to inject a woman with his semen than an exhalation after holding his breath. It was good - satisfying - releasing.

"Oh my!" Ai said as the first long strand plopped where she had pointed it, right on Mei's pretty little wet petals. "That's right. Good boy. Come on that sweet pussy. Come for me, Philip." 

"Ugh," he grunted as she stroked him with impeccable timing.

"That's it baby. Good boy. So handsome, that pearly white semen, so full of life, so nutritious and wholesome. Love those colors, the pink and white, brown and white."

"Ugh," he repeated, her encouragement seemingly causing him to extend his orgasm.

"Ummm... good boy, such a load. I'm gonna lap it up now from your girlfriends pretty waxed pussy." Then she sighed as he pulsed the last of his sweet cum on Mei's naked clit. "Ah, god, how I love sex."

Once he was done she sucked him tenderly for a few moments then piped him back inside between Mei's glazed labia. She dove in and hoovered up the cum he deposited on her. She licked and slurped to get all of him she could, all of his essence, all of his precious salty protein and glucose. 

Focusing on Mei, she let her tongue do the talking and told her in quiet undertones how she cared for her. She reflected on Mei for a moment. She loved her because Philip loved her and that was good enough for the moment. They would find their own relationship and it was destined to be great. That was how the Universe worked. 

Philip's creamy goodness lent a wonderful lubrication that helped Ai bring Mei off. It took longer than Ai had expected but it finished tremendously. She loved giving girls orgasms perhaps as much as guys but they were such different experiences it was not worth the comparison. This was a good one and it made her feel so connected to Mei. So much like sisters, naughty sisters to be sure but... 'Ok maybe not like sisters,' she thought, 'but whatever.' It was great. And, after she came down they let a few minutes pass, each quietly reflecting on what had just happened and what it meant for the nights to come. 

Mei seemed to sum up Philip's feeling with the question, "How in the hell are we going to top that?" But Ai was so much farther down the road in her thoughts that she didn't even hear the question. She was thinking what to name their third child. Philip would be number one, of course, and Charles, Philip's father's name would be number two. 'I've always liked my brother's name but it won't be fair if I give the first two American names and him a Vietnamese one. Might cause some disharmony when they are growing up. Might make the first two think that he's mama's favorite.'

Mei turned over and lazily threw her arm over Philip's head, and said, "Master, please, please do me again like that."

"I'm spent," he sighed and began to lick her underarm. 

"Not now! What kind of a slut do you think I am?"

"I know exactly what kind."

"Your slut? Your cum guzzling, waxed-pussied, totally into sucking your other girlfriend's pretty little cunt kinda slut?"

"Yep."

"Total anal sex slave kinda slut?"

"Uh huh."

"Loves to feel you using her body to burn up all the fantasies in that twisted blackmailing mind of yours kind?"

"Yeah."

"Well..." she had run out of phrases, "good!"

They looked at Ai and she felt their attention. 

"She wants to know how you are going to top tonight."

"Oh. That's my job now?"

"Anyone better qualified around here?" he asked, not thinking that it might indicate that as a prostitute she had the experience. It wasn't how he had meant it, in fact he had intended it as a complement, but it could have been construed that way.

Mei, either because she was a woman or that she had a new caring and sympathy for people, heard the potential for injury and interjected. "You are the most amazing chick I have ever known, Ai, and if it weren't for Philip here I'd follow you around like a puppy."

Neither of them had any need for concern about Ai's feelings. She considered her time as an escort as simply training for Philip, an education in the erotic arts that was now complete. 

"Hmm," Ai said, propping her chin on Philip's hip, "we'll take turns."

The topic, as such topics do, fizzled and the conversation drifted away from sex and on to living arrangements and the need for more space in the bedroom and bathroom. 

Mei got out of bed and found a notepad with the hotel logo and a pencil. The three of them took turns with designs and ideas. It was lots of fun and the girls' enthusiasm grew. It infected him and his joy increased with their delight. 

"Why don't we make the second floor the living area?" Ai proposed. 

He objected that it was too big, too hard to heat and cool and he liked living on the third floor.

"You stay up there and let us girls have little rooms, like apartments, on the second floor."

"But I want you with me."

"But pretty soon you're going to have to have a twenty foot bed. I mean when Karla moves in and the Czech girl, when she's in town... there is a practical limit."

"They'll be more too. I know it," said Mei. 

Philip recoiled at the idea but didn't voice his objections. He couldn't imagine his place swarming with young women like a sorority house. He didn't want to live like that, the noise, the mess and the bitch fights that would ruin his peace. Three were enough. Anyway, how would he ever get work done?

"I guess another staircase could be put in," he said. 

"Yeah, or an escalator!"

"Or a stripper pole," Mei added, "like firemen use!"

"I don't think they call them stripper poles at the firehouse, Mei and don't go crazy, Ai. I love that you're an engineer. I mean that is such a turn on for me. Just thinking of you welding gets me hard, but remember it's my house you're talking about."

They spoke on for another twenty minutes and by common agreement it was decided that the second floor would go through a massive transformation. The master bathroom and bedroom would also need renovation.

The girls wanted to get started immediately. "We can shack up with Karla in the suite when the workman come over," Mei said. Philip wanted to point out that Tim would be there but just figured he'd have to get another one. 




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 22



The talk drifted and Philip noticed Mei had become distracted. "What are you thinking about, Mei?" he asked as Ai started focusing on drawing. 

"Oh, nothing," she said, attempting a fake smile, already knowing it was useless to hide from him but wishing to ignore the issue that had been plaguing her. 

"Don't make me wait, honey."

She let her eyes plead and tried to muster a nonchalant tone, "I really don't want to talk about it."

"I want to hear it. If it's about Tim you had better tell me while I'm in a good mood."

"It's not Tim."

"Gonna do this the easy way?" he asked with a bit of threat in his voice which usually got her horny, but now just made her nervous. She knew what the hard way was and didn't relish being spanked in front of Ai. 

"But you'll be in a bad mood if I tell you and I feel so bad already. Just thinking about it makes me sad."

This talk got Ai's attention and she put down the pencil and looked at big sis with concern. "Tell him qíng rén (sweetheart). It'll be ok."

"Ai," she said, raising her eyebrows for emphasis, "you haven't seen him angry."

Ai considered for a moment and thought maybe she shouldn't be a part of this particular conversation. "Do you want me to leave?"

"I want you to stay," Philip said and looked at Mei. "Tell me Mei or I'll punish you and it won't be the kind you like."

"Ok. Don't send me home again," she implored. "Really, Philip. Promise me one thing, you won't send me home."

"Tell me, Mei." He saw the way Ai was looking at him. "Ok, I won't send you home."

"I've been thinking..." she said. It was so hard to ask this. She knew he had been pissed about Tim and to ask this now was probably the worst time imaginable. It was nice to have Ai there, although she didn't think he'd actually hit her, her presence was a comforting moral support. 

"Can you promise not to get angry?"

"No."

"Can you promise that my punishment won't be beating me up?"

"Mei." There was surprise and a bit of dejection in his voice. "I love you and I wouldn't actually beat you. I mean I've never hit a woman other than you."

Mei thought that was sweet and felt a little better.

"What's the problem?" he demanded. 

Oh this really wasn't going to be easy. "Did you ever see Dr. K when you visited the clinic? The guy in his sixties?"

"Um, wears sweaters?"

"Yeah, silver hair?"

"Yeah, I think twice. Nice gentle old guy." Philip smiled at the memory, "We just sat and talked about women for twenty minutes on the second visit when he realized what I was up to."

"Well, he's going through some tough times right now. His son's been diagnosed with cancer and he lost his wife just two years ago and I feel so bad for him."

"Uh huh?" He had no idea what she wanted from him.

"Well... " Mei was about to continue when he said, "Stop for a second." He wanted to think. She sat looking at him, one hand on his knee, watching his mind searching. 

"Does he need money?"

"No, not that," her eyes tried to find something other than his eyes to look at. Whenever she saw the man within those gorgeous green eyes she lost her determination.

Philip continued to think. How could he help? He couldn't get the guy's kid into an experimental treatment plan. Then again perhaps he could. But that would be asking a lot for the son of a friend, to hack into some medical database and add him to a list, which probably wouldn't work anyway. He gave up, "What did you have in mind?"

"Well," she began timidly, "I can't give him anything to get his mind off his son's illness, I mean, I can't buy him anything. I mean, what does a sixty-year-old guy want? Right?" She sort of tittered nervously.

Philip was still puzzled; Ai was not. 

"You see, I think if I could give him something to distract him, something he could look forward to and couldn't get, you know, like, on his own."

She was stalling; she knew he wasn't going to like it.

"Out with it, Mei." 

"Please, let me say it my way."

He saw the plea in her crinkled brow. "Does this mean a lot to you?"

"Yes."

"So much that you would risk pissing me off?"

"Yes. I know that and I'll take it just for asking."

To Philip it showed a real courage and he was preparing to agree unless it was outrageous. "Ok. Tell me your way."

"So, well, you see. He lost his wife two years ago and he's such a sweet guy, like everyone's grandfather. And it's not for me, ok? I mean, I didn't think of this as something for me, it's for him. You understand, a gift, not something I want."

Ai figured it out long before Philip did. She thought it was really sweet of Mei.

"Ok...?" It was said as a question, like 'get on with it.'

"Well... I thought that, he'd like, y'know, like all guys do, something I could do for him."

A glint shown behind the green flecks in his eyes as they widened in comprehension. She saw it and knew time had run out.

"So..." she screwed up her courage, "I want to give him a blow job or two." She clinched her eyes closed and braced for the impact of a hand against her cheek or a scream and a stream of obscenities that told her she was a whore.

But nothing came.

Slowly, tentatively, she opened one eye, than the other and saw him leaning back on the bed, a vacant stare on his face.

"No." His face changed from displaying shock to a puzzled anger. "Can you believe this girl, Ai?" He looked back at Mei. "What part of, 'no other guys,' is difficult to understand?"

"I think it's sweet," Ai said and hugged her.

"Thanks, Ai." Mei squeezed her hand. 

"No," he said again. He closed his eyes and paused. "Sweetheart." Taking a deep breath and exhaling he adopted a new tone. "You're not just... I don't want you to think sex is the only thing you can give people."

Mei felt bad.

"You have so much to give and you can do so much for people."

"I do that already. I've tried to be understanding and sympathetic but that's what everyone else does. Put yourself in his shoes for a second. You're old, no one finds you sexually attractive. Your wife died, you have no prospect of getting sex of any kind for the rest of your life."

He looked at Ai and instantly saw in her face that she agreed with her. He heard her admonition earlier that he could afford to be kind to other men. He figured he had done that already with Tim but realized this was an ongoing commitment to his half of the species.

"He probably doesn't even think about it anymore. Maybe he can't even get it up," he said. 

"Do you really think so, Philip? I can't imagine that."

"Yeah, well me neither to tell you the truth."

"It won't be sexual, I mean, it won't be love, just a release. A pleasant distraction for him."

"It would certainly do that," Ai mused. 

"Mei, Mei, Mei, what am I going to do with you?" He looked at Ai. "What do you think?"

"Mei Chun is not going to fall in love with him. That's pretty clear. I've had lots of sex with guys in their late fifties and a couple in their sixties. You've never seen someone as appreciative as they are. One guy wanted to put me in his will."

"Ai." He closed his eyes again and massaged his temples with the fingers of one hand. "You can share all you want with the girls but please don't tell me stories about past lovers, either the paying kind or not, ok? Unless they were women."

"Ok," she said with a bit of regret, "I sort of forgot my current role. Sorry."

"It's ok. It's just that. You know... I would rather think of you as mine. Which is the problem with Mei giving this old guy head."

"It won't be often," Mei said weakly.

"No."

"I can do it Philip, if that concerns you," Ai offered. "Or I can find someone."

"Not you, Ai. You are all mine, ok. I mean both of you are mine but..." 

Mei interrupted, "It wouldn't mean anything to him. I mean I can't give that by proxy." She put up her fingers in the quote gesture, "Hi Dr. K. I'm really sorry your son's dying of cancer. I want to make you feel better. This girl's gonna give you head." She put her hands down. "See the disconnect?"

"She's got a point," Ai said.

"But my god Mei. Do you know what you are asking of me? I'm the jealous type. I mean, don't you think the stereotypical love blackmailer, the guy who whips his girlfriend into submission, is sort of possessive. I mean I just can't let you blow some other guy."

"You did it before."

He shot her an angry look. "That's not fair. You know that. You know all that shit was part of breaking you and you know that it's what you needed. Do you think I did that for fun? You saw me cry. All of that was for you." He brushed his hair back with parted fingers. "I tried to get you the soft way, Mei, if you'll remember. I tried to be the nice guy but I learned that's not what you needed."

"But I'm not doing this for my sexual kicks or to get something from someone. I don't want to control him or manipulate him. I want to do it because I like him and I like giving. Do you think I wanted to ask you this? Like I get off sucking old men?"

"Then why?"

"You turned me into someone who likes to give rather than take. He means a lot to me and to see him suffer hurts and I want to know I've done everything I can for him."

"Do you think it's true, Ai?" 

She heard him ask as though he were addressing his subconscious. She heard the concern in his voice, his fear that Mei would drift from him.

"I love you, Philip, but I've only known Mei Chun for a very short time. I mean if you ask me in a month I could give you my opinion with more confidence. But from what I know, I trust her completely." She paused to yield if he wanted to speak and then continued when he did not. "I think you should let her. I believe her about why she wants to do this. I think you should trust her, Philip. Love is trust and I know that she loves you. For god's sake she is sharing you, the man she loves, with me. She wants your happiness. Isn't that enough proof of how much she loves you?"

Ai was speaking just as his conscience was. The words were resonating within him. Mei had indeed given all she could, he could not think of a proof beyond which she'd already given him. 

"The idea of sharing you with a woman was hard enough for me..." he said.

"But it worked out ok," Mei said.

"Yes, but it's not like I'm going to turn the doctor into a sex slave now is it?"

"No, true. But does there have to be something for you?"

That question caused him to stop thinking. It sank into his conscience like the lead weight pulling a lure to the bottom of a lake. He felt a twinge of selfishness, the cost of ownership. 

"No. There doesn't. What if he doesn't want it and gets you into trouble?"

"He wouldn't, I'm sure. He's such a sweet old man he wouldn't want to do that. Anyway, I might not be there long. Why don't you think about it for a while."

She crawled into his lap, she wanted to thank him but figured it would be presumptuous. "Thank you for not getting angry." She felt she could thank him for that at least.

After a few minutes of mulling it over while Ai shifted the topic with Mei, he decided he was too worn out to think. He asked Ai to turn out the lights and when she returned to bed he molded her against his chest and Mei chose the other side of him, her back toward him. He wondered if her choice of position indicated a quiet threat, that if he denied her request she would turn cold on him. Then, as she said, "I love you, Philip. You mean more to me than anything ever has," he decided he was over reacting. 

While the girls' breath transitioned to a rhythmic, gentle purring he stroked Mei's hip from above the sheet, admiring again the perfection of that particular feminine curve. He reflected on their sex together. It had been so different, loving them both at the same time; no, that wasn't how to think of it, they had joined one another in making love. Nothing had happened as he had envisioned, there were no feats of acrobatic sex, no awkward contortions or porn positions. It was, he reflected, more about love than sex and he felt really good about that, like he had done his part to make something exceptional for them. And the way Ai had invaded him completely blew his mind and he now accepted that, while it was still disquieting in a way, he wanted more of exactly that feeling of being utterly subject to her power. 

And then there was Mei to ruin things at the end. He shouldn't blame her, he figured. He had forced her to speak her mind. And, given that her transformation was so recent he shouldn't be surprised. He surmised that the request arose from a mixing of the two personalities. Mei was doing exactly as she had been commanded to do, find ways to please and serve. The remnant of Jenny figured sex was the only currency she possessed. And since the transformation was as yet incomplete the project was coming back to bite him in the ass.

While he mulled over his responsibility and what action was best for her, he felt his will begin to bend. 

As he let loose the last cord tying him to the wakeful world he wondered; was he the master, or was he her servant, and did it matter?

##########

Sarah tossed and turned in her bed. It was moments like this that reminded her that life was slipping away. She fidgeted, turned the pillow, punched it a few times in as much an expression of frustration as to soften it. She missed Mitch. She hated herself for it but knew longing for him was natural. She caught shadows of his presence; smelling his scent, saw ghost images of his razor in the bathroom, mistaking her shirt for his crumbled jeans in the corner by the closet mirror. 'God, they used to look sexy, those worn jeans just rumpled in the corner.'

She wanted a man, wanted Mitch still, but wanted his maleness most of all. 

At times like this, few as they had been in her life, she had taken refuge in 'dates' with her toys. But it no longer seemed to work. She had tried twenty minutes ago, even resorting to porn, which just made her feel incredulous and slimy. Even the classy stuff hadn't worked. She simply felt jealous of the slim twenty-nothing girls being romanced then hammered by their men. The attempt had backfired, growing her self-pity and her sexual frustration.

She needed. She knew what she needed. She needed someone to stare in her eyes, pin her hips to the bed and grind themselves into her and say the magic words. She needed him to hold her, to kiss her forehead and to be there when she woke up.

But it wouldn't happen. How could it? She was to be wed to the center for the rest of her life, tied to children that no one else wanted. She had to take what life had given her and make the most of it.

She thought about Mei Chun, how that skinny little Asian tart had everything that she didn't but mostly how she had Philip.

She mashed the pillow again. "Philip," she grumbled.

Her list of complaints was long; too stupid to know when he had found the right girl, too easily swayed by a nice pair of tits and a pretty face, and most of all, too timid to tell her that he loved her. She had known it that last night before he went to prison. Any woman would have. He couldn't look her in the eye, couldn't let himself make her suffer with a quiet, 'God, I love you Sarah, I'm going to think about you every minute in there.' He was being noble, she figured, or his idea of what noble was. But all he had had to say was, "Four years inside, then we get married," or just, "wait for me." That would have done it. But no. He said nothing. Nothing for her to cling to.

Then, four years later, she had met him at that restaurant they used to go to. She had seen the look of resignation in his eye. The fear that she had changed.

It was partly her fault, she should have said it first thing; the moment their eyes had met, even before the hug. However, she left it till their parting. The "I love you, Philip," were words so long delayed, crowded by so many other intervening words that they had lost their power. They sounded, delivered as they were, like a good bye rather than the hello they were meant to be.

True, she was dating Mitch at the time, but that was insignificant. He must have known that. She gave all the traditional indications. Mitch was plan B. All Philip had to do was put it out there, tell her he wanted her. She knew it was true and had been rooting for him, praying he would just say it, anything. But again, nothing.

She ignored him for months after that, dedicated herself to Mitch, even flew off to Indonesia with him. And everything would have been fine, she would be three weeks from her wedding, had not that asshole spotted her in the bar and started blurting out his praise for her blow jobs.

"Fucking Men!" she shouted, punching the pillow again and vowing to free herself of her dependency on the masculine side of humanity.

##########

Philip's sleep was troubled. His thoughts regarding Mei's request had perturbed what should have been blissful, sex sated sleep between two lovely young bodies. Yet he lay in bed, awake after only a couple hours of rest, listening to their breathing, feeling their warmth. Ai was to his right, her surprisingly light head rested on his chest. Mei was on his left, her now familiar body turned, back nestling his ribs, her adorable little ass pressing his thigh. 

'How could she ask this?' he wondered. How, after so clearly stating, time and again, that he would not share them with another man, did she have the gall to ask? 'I shouldn't have forced her to tell me,' he considered. 'I should have let her think about it more. Maybe she would have forgotten about the idea; seen it wasn't fair.' 

The word, 'fair' kept recurring in his thoughts. Tim had used it and so had he but Philip never liked the word. He had once whined to his father that something or another, probably related to money, wasn't fair. The look his father had given him had become a symbol of disdain. His father loved him so Philip didn't see that face often, yet when he did he always remembered the word 'fair' and how his disdain felt. It was a selfish word used to justify selfish desires. 

After ten minutes he was nearly panting in rage. He had set the word, and the idea that he was the selfish one, aside as it was interfering with his anger. 'The ungrateful bitch wants to reassert herself,' he thought, 'Jenny's trying to regain control.'

He let the ire burn, let his plans form. He would redouble her agony, punish her with isolation, take back the card, show her that Ai could replace her. 

But as the plans for punishment began to pile in a disordered heap of outrage and sinister thoughts collided in a train wreck of bitterness he realized what he was doing. 'Fair,' he thought and recognized that he was engaged in emotional thinking and knew it was a mistake. 

Unlike most men, or women for that matter, Philip was gifted with a certain, though limited, self-knowledge. He could sense which half of his personality was in control. 

'Calm down,' he spoke to his fevered temper. 'Get a grip.' 

She asked, that was point number one. Jenny would not have asked. 

Point two, the guy's kid was dying of cancer, which sucked. He could empathize with that, not deep empathy but his father had died that way and he knew the torment to loved ones that was involved. Her plan, if that was what it was, had an elegant if blunt simplicity to it. It wouldn't make him forget his son's illness but it would give his mind something else to think about. 

Point three, he was old. He remembered the guy and the description 'grandfatherly' hit the mark. He was soft and slow and he listened. The kind of man, if she had to fuck another guy, or 'just blow him,' Philip could accept. If she had asked to have sex with a guy at the gym he would have choked her, and not the 'just for sex' kind. 

Then Philip thought of something his father had said when he gave him his mother's wedding ring. "If it doesn't mean anything to you then it's not a gift. You need to learn that, son. You need to see the difference between a present and a gift. Gifts have to hurt a little."




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 22



His dad, knowing that Philip would inherit his money, was trying to teach him something valuable. At that point Philip had had no reason to suspect he was going to inherit ninety percent of his father's estate. In fact he was sure that his father would obey the precedent he had followed all his life, generous allotments to charity and perhaps a meaningful token gift to his son. It was his father's way. He did expect a medical trust of some kind and something to keep him in relative security, like a small stipend, adjusted for inflation, probably in the fifty to hundred thousand annually range. But his father had already decided on his plans and therefore his advice on giving was made more poignant upon his death and the revealing of his Will. 

His father knew that giving from abundance would be easy for his naturally generous son and had tried to teach him that giving from scarcity would be the only way to imbue a gift with meaning. 

'Giving has to be a bit painful,' he heard his father say again. And what could be more painful than allowing Mei to give of herself like that?

'Nothing,' he mused silently in the unfamiliar hotel bed, 'it hurts just thinking about it.'

He wanted her all. He wanted her body, her love, her obedience, her respect and devotion. He wanted her soul. 

But wasn't he thinking earlier about how to earn his good fortune at having Mei? Didn't he need to earn her? To balance things out? 'But this? It's just too much to ask.' 

Ai shifted in her sleep as if she could feel the mental turmoil whirling so close to her.

'What if it became a precedent? What if Ai wants a past lover to play with too? To entertain her and mix things up a bit?'

He felt the anguish roil and twist his pancreas just thinking the thought. 

She squirmed slightly and rubbed her nose. 

Thoughts of loosing both of them started his breathing to deepen. 

'Fucking ungrateful bitch!'

He was doing it again. He was loosing it. There, naked between his naked lovers, the idea of loosing them was causing his face to flush and his pulse to rise. 

"Philip?"

It was Ai.

"Shh, baby. Back to sleep," he whispered. 

For many moments she lay still, so still he thought she might have drifted back to sleep. 

'If I spank her she'll just climax and ask for an ass fucking,' he thought, 'so much for discipline. Bitch!'

Ai drew one finger from his clavicle to his opposite hip and whispered, "Come with me." It sounded like willow leaves rustling in a breeze. For a moment he wondered if he had heard her at all or just perceived her thought in his head. 

She gently turned off the side of the bed and noiselessly stood. He saw, through the dim city lights weeping through the curtains, that she was dressing. 

She looked down on him for a moment then turned toward the bathroom. And, as he carefully stood, she returned with a robe and held it for him to step into. 

"She's a unique girl," Ai said in a whisper as he turned the security bar to prop the door. 

"I'm really kinda pissed right now, Ai."

"I know, that's why you woke me." She began to lead him down the hall toward the elevator lobby. 

"Was I muttering? Grinding my teeth?"

"Nah, you were radiating."

"Hmmm, sorry. I'm just so disappointed." 

"Don't be. I mean," she said, "I know how men are about this kind of thing."

"How could she ask me?"

"Better to ask..."

"I know," he interrupted her, "I don't mean asking, I mean asking for that. I kinda let it slide, I guess, either because of the sex or just not believing it but after sleeping... it woke me up thinking about it."

At the elevator lobby he let her take the chair and slid down the wall beside her. 

"Don't you believe her?"

He stared at the fireman's keyhole at the top left of the painted elevator door. "About wanting to do it as a way to take his mind off his son? Yeah, I don't know."

Ai stroked his hair like a mother consoling her son. 

"She was tricky, Ai. You don't know about her history."

"You've changed her."

"How do you know?"

"I know she is sweet, that she loves you, that she has completely accepted me, in, like, no time flat."

"Hmm." The sound was a dismissal of her observation, even if he didn't consciously mean it to sound that way. 

"By the way you two talk about her she was a total bitch before you blackmailed her."

"She was."

"She's not now."

"Yeah," he said with an inaudible chuckle, "she has changed quite a bit."

"She said she wants to give. That you made her want to give."

"I tried to expand her."

"You are not seeing this are you?" She spoke like he were too smart not to know what she was trying to say or not to have figured it out by himself already. 

"No," he said. "What do you mean?"

"In a way, a way she doesn't understand, she is asking you this as a way to show you how she has changed. She wants your recognition that she can do something for someone else. She wants you to be proud of her."

"Fucking odd way."

"Really? Think about it. She loves sex, figures everyone loves it as much as she does and thinks that it's the ultimate gift. That the most true giving is to give of her body in the most intimate and personal way." She paused to let him think and to stroke his hair. "I think it's beautiful."

For a moment he turned away from the whole problem, just a stolen second or two to let the feeling of Ai's fingers dig furrows of comfort into his scalp and allow his mind ruminate to on the issue by itself.

"Philip," she said with a changed voice, "I'm going to say something that will cause you some pain. But I want you to know something about me and maybe about Mei too." She took his momentary silence as consent. "I loved making love to my clients. Not because I got my sensual fix, ok, but because I could bring a bit of their deepest fantasies alive. I could be that one unattainable girl for them. 

"I'm pretty, I know that, and I know that, for most guys, they will never have a girl as pretty as I am. They all want, just once, to have, to possess, even for an hour, a girl as pretty as their fantasies. So when I was with them I could touch them at their most vulnerable and show them that I loved their lust, that I understood and accepted that part of them that they kept hidden or were ashamed of. 

"It's funny," she said in a voice that indicated an aside, "society idolizes a pretty girl, makes her an icon and sells cars and stuff with her sex appeal. But when a guy shows lust for her he's somehow a pervert or disloyal to his wife.

"Anyway," she returned to her main point, "I gave them the freedom to find that pretty girl in me. I became that icon. I put flesh on the skeleton of their imagination. They could put their desires into me. They could, quite literally, rent me."

"It made you feel good?" he said, not so much as a question as an observation and as much to fill in the gap in conversation as to elicit a reply.

"Like a goddess. Really. And there was something more. Every desire needs an object and I liked being that object. Know what I mean?"

"Do I make you into an object?"

"I hope so. That sounds strange I guess but girls like feeling beautiful. And, when you think about it we all are objects."

"Women hate being objectified."

"Most women are ignorant."

He gave a shrug and sort of harrumphed a bit but wasn't sure he agreed or just didn't want to talk about all women at the moment. 

She continued. "If a woman knew what it was she was rejecting she wouldn't be offended. The same woman that takes pride in her shoes and how people think they make her look sexy doesn't understand that a guy looking at her tits is paying triple the compliment."

"You do?"

"Of course I do. I love it. A guy with a hard-on is, like, giving me the sweetest complement a guy can. It's honest, heartfelt and really warms me."

"You are unique, Ai."

"But back to why I liked it." She returned to the tone of voice that was caring and yet didactic. "A man needs a mistress. I think that while women are naturally monogamous, men are not. There is a basic urge in men to procreate, of course, and contrary to the interests of the female, men look to mate with several genetically diverse partners."

She looked at him to see that she was getting through to him. "To maximize the chance of success, of course."

"I understand."

"So," she went on, "a man carries that something around inside of him that only a mistress can accept. It's his forbidden desire, scorned by society but completely part of his nature. His need for the other woman. Smart girls like Mei know about that. She knows she can never have that part of you and knows you won't be happy until you find a place for it. 

"So she was relieved when I stumbled into your lives. I could take that from you and make you happy that way. She would be free to be your wife or number one girl or whatever and she'd have the safety and convenience of having your mistress in the same bed. That's what the harem is all about." She looked at him as he raised his face to hers. "It wasn't your idea, was it?"

"No."

"Of course not. It's not you."

She was making a very strange kind of sense to him.

"So when a man looked at me like that, like he had finally realized that I... like... that I completed something missing, that he could place his burden with me and be accepted, it was beautiful and touching. Sometimes it made me cry, Philip. It was an emotional instant that made the job very fulfilling."

"I'm sure you were great at your job, Ai," he said with a bit of melancholy in his voice. 

"Yep. I'll miss that part."

"Are you next? Are you going to ask me in six months..."

"No."

"Just no?"

"No fucking way. Does the profanity help?"

"Kinda," he said with a smile, "but still..."

"Listen, jackass, what part of, 'you're the last man I'll ever have,' skip your keen mind. Do you imagine I have ever said that before? I'm nineteen, Philip. If I wanted I'd have ten thousand men by the time I was your age. That's a lot to give up but now that you've been delivered to me I have zero interest. More than that. I have a kind of revulsion at the idea of another man's penis. I want, absolutely demand, that yours be the only dick in my body - forever."

He turned to look up at her. "I believe you."

"Look in my eyes and shut up." She took his face in her hands and gazed into his. 

He felt the weight of intimacy again but this time he didn't panic. At first he only saw a pretty, no a fabulously beautiful, young woman's dark brown eyes, but as he lingered there he noticed a change in his understanding and in her countenance. Like a physical touch he felt something that looked like the truth in her irises. And he believed. 

"Only you, my Philip, only you."

As though the words were pulled from his chest, he said, "I love you, Ai."

She kissed him and said, "Of course you do. Now, about jiějiě."

Like a spell had been broken he heard her and changed gears. 

"What do I do?"

"Give her love."

"What does that mean?"

"You love me. You love her."

"Yeah, and?"

"Let her love her grandfather too."

"He's dead."

She smacked his head from the back with surprising force. "Don't be an ass. You know exactly what I'm saying. She's a damaged girl, Philip. There is so much that has been denied her. So much she needed as a kid. He's a symbol that represents a kind of supra-father to her. An over-arching paternal figure. In short he is her granddad."

"And sucking his dick is going to make all right in the world?"

"Shall I just call you jackass. Is that what you are telling me? 'Cause I will."

"No. Seriously, how is that supposed to help?"

"She told me her father abandoned her."

"And?"

"Rejection from a father is, like, a girl's worst nightmare. And the way she told it to me he was brutal about it. Her standing at the curb and just driving off, like, without a word. Imagine that."

Philip could not. "And blowing granddad would sort of be like filling in years of bouncing on his knee."

"In one way, yes. Is that so strange? For us sex is our deepest bond, our greatest gift to give. We are taking you inside our bodies for god's sakes, don't you get it? Don't you know what that does to a woman?"

"That's what has me pissed off, Ai. Don't  you get it? It's what I want. I want to be the one she gives that gift to. Only me. Why do you think I react that way thinking of Tim messing with her? And why your pledge, or promise, or whatever, means so much to me."

"She'll change."

"That's what concerns me."

"Philip. From what I understand you are trying to transform her."

"Right."

"From a slut who used men as her own play toys to a slut totally dedicated to you."

"Right."

"Putting aside the selfish element for a moment, did you consider what a messy job that is? Did you think a little blackmail and some anal sex was going to be enough?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you want analogy or want me to spell it out?"

"Spell it out, please."

She tousled his hair lovingly and gave him the analogy anyway. "The eggs you break aren't all going to be fresh, free range organic ones. Some are going to be rotten and putrid. Some are not going to please you but you can't turn away in disgust."

"How do you know this shit?"

"Listen. For you to succeed you have to love her. Love her completely like you've never loved anyone before. And it's going to fucking hurt."

"Wow."

"Yeah, and I said fucking to get it deep in your head."

The truth of it was like an ice cold railroad spike driven between his eyes. She was right. He hadn't been looking at it the right way. He had let his self-interest block his understanding of what Mei really needed. Of course she needed to replace her loathing of her father and by association, all men, with a connection. He had an inkling that he was part of that but the even older Dr. K could be a supplementary influence.

"So I've made a commitment to her, you're saying, and if I don't follow through, no matter what the cost, it will destroy her?"

"You knew that."

"Yes, but I didn't know it like you just made me see it."

"You are her savior, Philip. I wouldn't have done it and I admire your courage but I worry for you. If there is anything that could damage our own relationship it will come from her."

"What do you mean?"

"When you love someone you give them a knife and the trust that they aren't going to stab you." She noticed he was waiting. "Mei is good but she's never loved anyone the way to she loves you. I mean, it's like it's tattooed on her forehead. You see the way she looks at you and that smile? And, I mean, any guy who can fuck a woman into a coma like that has a head start anyway. So she is vulnerable and with me in the mix she's going to have a hard time adjusting."

"But you said she needed you as my mistress."

"Yeah, inconsistent."

He waited for her explanation.

"Did you expect you'd be lucky enough to blackmail a hundred pound Asian hottie with great tits, a supercharged sex drive and dedicated to logical consistency?"

"Asking too much?"

"Might as well ask for a square circle."

"But..." he began to ask about why she was the way she was.

"I'm not human," she interrupted. 

"What!?" For a moment he was ready to believe anything about Ai.

She paused a moment to look into his eyes and laughed the most joyous laugh he had ever heard. It was angelic in its innocence and mirth. It made him feel fantastic to witness and participate in her joy.

"Oh god, I love you, Philip. You are so fun. So damn cute." She stroked his head and slid her palm around to cup his cheek. "So adorable."

"You had me for a minute," he confessed. 

"What? That I'm not human? Well, I'm not telling. But I'm not a slave to logic either. Logic is my servant, like for most women. Which is how it should be. Men are dumb to let it rule their lives."

"How are you the way you are, Ai?" He genuinely wanted to know.

"By stage three you'll know."

"I'll be lost by then."

To which she simply smiled her agreement. Then with a change of countenance, reverted to the previous issue. "So, Mei Chun?"

"No Tim," he said. 

"Hell no! Never Tim and most likely no one else but this doctor friend of hers."

"God, Ai, I can't believe you're going to talk me into this."

"Nope. That's not your way out either. Don't do that. If this blows up in your face it's all your responsibility. I didn't blackmail her. You did. She's your broken toy and you've gotta fix her."

He stood. She took his hand and they began to walk back to the room. 

"Thank you," he said and pulled her hip to his. 

"Don't mention it. Pay me later."

"What do I owe," he asked with a smile.

"Semen, of course." 

He noticed she wasn't smiling.

*****

 Thanks to my friends VanessaNelson, Mr. Fox and GTDaytona.



From Jenny to Mei Ch. 23



Mei awoke first. She had slept a dreamless sleep yet didn't feel particularly refreshed while she lie looking at the ceiling and thinking. She watched the warm rose-cream light of morning make the wallpaper and textured ceiling glow. It was nice. It was calming as was the breathing of those next to her and the human warmth against her thigh. The quiet moment let her think and feel the discrete emotions which floated inside her like gilings in the pink wedge of sunlight. The feelings were indeed glowing little fluffs of dust in the light of her attention and it made thinking about them easier. 

The first to catch her eye was relief that her request was finally made. It had been nagging at her, giving her a feeling like she wasn't doing all she could for Dr. K. That she remained selfish despite all the changes Philip had inspired. 

Second was discomfort that she had made it. His expression after he forced her to come clean was puzzled and more shocked than angry. And the last thing she wanted was to be the cause of his anguish. Yet he had demanded her honesty and she was honest. Lifting Dr. K's spirits was what she wanted and her plan would do that, she was certain.

And then there was hope glittering larger than the rest. Hope that she really was changing, that she was becoming the girl Philip wanted her to be. One that cared deeply for people and would be brave enough to risk her lover's wrath for that cause. 

She thought it a bit strange that she didn't notice guilt drifting around anywhere and took comfort in the fact. It's absence assured her that her motivations were pure. 'I mean,' she said to herself, 'who could enjoy blowing an old man?' Yet a flutter of excitement gently quivered her diaphragm at the image of her on her knees, Dr. K standing before her and petting her hair. She could almost hear his words caress her, "Good, Mei. Such a good girl." 

Dr. K was such a - capital 'N' - nice old guy. He was just the kind to have made her question her belief that men were dicks, if she, as Jenny, had bothered to question any of her beliefs. He was warm in the way sunshine was warm - shining it's rays on flowers and weeds alike, and giving without expectation of receiving in return. He was jovial with a quick wit that showed how clever he was. It was impossible to imagine him angry or disappointed with anyone. He was the kind of old man that she found herself seeking approval from without understanding why. He was always caring, always gentle; she thought him a great big teddybear of a man. However, she only realized his thorough goodness after Philip had forced her to see the world with new eyes. 

And now she saw him crumbling into despair. He was a man who didn't deserve heartbreak and yet was cursed to watch a second loved one whither and die. His pain, his barely concealed despondency, and his tired smile made her heart bleed. She would do this and be proud of any pleasure she could bring him.

And Philip would understand, he just had to. He was her man, of that there was no doubt in her mind. He was authority, stability, wisdom and dealt out devastating orgasmic trauma that split her soul and sent her drifting in some bizarre psychic/spiritual place. And she loved him with a ferocity that sometimes startled her. No, there would be no replacing Philip. Yet Dr. K was somehow hers too. His smile told her so as did that gentle, sweet soul stuffed inside a tall, burly old man's body. He was just the kind that, had he been forty years younger, Jenny would have loved destroying. But now that she could celebrate the death of her former self, she wanted only to relieve his pain. 

But why this fluttering in her belly which she wished would stop? What she wanted to do was about him, his satisfaction and not the glow of appreciation she would feel - that was her motivation. Or, that was what she told herself. Yet as she thought more of how things might go, she found that the now full-fledged blow job fantasy was causing the flutter to intensify rather than abate. 

Gently pushing his hips forward and back, the Dr. K in her mind soothed her with his verbal caresses as his large hand rested on her hair and his grey haired cock stroked against her tongue. "Good, sweet, Mei. Such a good, caring girl. You're so good to your..."

She jerked upright at the thought, nearly waking her bedmates. A hot flush rose to her face and curdled her gut. She knew what the next word in her mind was going to be. Struggling against it she left the bed, pushing it from her mind until she crossed the threshold into the bathroom where it overpowered her:

"...Daddy."

Jenny had been the least introspective of people and Mei was hardly as self-aware as Ai, yet even she could not avoid such a revelation. "What the fuck... daddy? Get a fucking grip, Mei!" she castigated her reflection. She huffed and blew a clump of hair from her eye and resolutely hid from the thought even as she felt something familiar and unwelcome in her loins. 

Just as she was stepping into the stream, hoping the shower would clean her of the disgusting notion, Ai entered and sat on the toilet. 

"Got room in there for me jiějiě?" she asked as she peed. 

The distraction of Ai's light and cheerful attitude was welcome. "Of course mèimèi, don't ask from now on. You're always welcome in my shower."

Ai's skin tone was just a shade darker than Mei's, she was just a hair shorter and maybe two pounds lighter but otherwise had the same slim figure. If it weren't for Mei's full, teardrop breasts and somewhat meatier limbs one would think them made from the same mould. 

"Oh my god, what an unbelievable night," Ai said, taking the soap from Mei's hands. "Turn around, jiějiě, let me soap you up."

"Every time has been like that. I mean, it's like the second or third time he's sent me out of my body. I don't know how he does it."

"And he gave you a magic number," Ai said, "I mean..."

"Yep." Mei grinned, delighting in being special.

"... I mean, who ever heard of that? Just saying a number and you, like..." She paused and looked with seriousness into Mei's eyes. "You two aren't putting me on, right?"

"Nope. He fucked that number right into my head."

"You lucky little bitch." And to demonstrate how fortunate she was, Ai soaped her lovely breasts from behind, hefting them in flat, soapy palms and repeated, "lucky little bitch."

Mei's nipples tightened and puckered at the attention of thumbs gently coaxing them. She let the back of her head rest on Ai's forehead and hummed her contentment at the simple pleasure. "You'll get one. He's a genius," 

As if on cue, Philip came in, said good morning, ran his fingers through his hair, stood before the toilet and pissed. And as the stream struck the water he took notice of those ideal breasts of Mei's and how the froth of bubbles and Ai's delicate hands cupping them from beneath added to their allure. 

The girls moved forward in unison until the breasts before him pancaked against the glass, twin tan-white-pink, soft-foamy-firm circles of female promise pushed forward for the pleasure of his eyes. Again he felt his mind quake. 

'I am one lucky fuck.'

He expected to see them presenting a sexy smirk when he looked up at their faces, but instead they were gazing down toward his dick. And rather than pride, or actually before pride, he felt a hint of shame. Not the shame of nudity but one of inadequacy. They stared at his dick like it was a foot long and shimmering with ethereal light. But it wasn't. It was just his normal dick. 

"Never see a guy pee before?" he asked to break the uncomfortable spell.

"Yeah," Mei answered, her face pressed against the shower glass, her voice muffled by the barrier and falling water yet still with a discernible trace of awe, "...but not with your dick."

He grunted and, when he was finished peeing, gave a bit of an extra squeeze to make his cock lurch. Mei's heart skipped when she saw it bounce and wondered why guys didn't come when they peed. 

And, as the splattering of his pee striking the toilet water became an intermittent exclamation, she thought about the act of urination and the substance of urine in particular. She concluded, quite quickly, that it was gross. 'Piss is... like...' but she halted her thought there, wondering about his piss. 'Everything is special about him. I mean, magic dick and all. Even his cum tastes good. Maybe ...?' Then she shifted thought entirely and wondered how would it make her feel if he peed on her in the shower. An involuntary shiver thwanged up her spine at imagining something so repulsive, or maybe it was a thrill of naughty excitement, she couldn't sense which. Of course she would wash it off right away, like, well, like it was piss, and the idea of it on her face, much less in her mouth made her head quiver. It was still disgusting, but feeling his warm pee blaze a trail over her tits and belly while she stared lovingly into his eyes had an undeniable, if perverse, appeal. 

'Everyone would know I was his to command — his sex slave!'

She felt the bones of her legs gelify, sensed that her eyes were taking on that stupid, transparent glaze. 'Of course I'd have to tell them before they knew. I'd have to tell all of Jenny's horrible old friends. And Judy and Carol at work would have to know and the director. 

Simultaneous with the thought that everyone would know, his cock throbbed, propelling a final squirt which splashed into the water, her nipples crinkled painfully and a race of fire ricochet around her vagina. "Philip pisses on me when I'm good..." she saw herself confessing to her coworkers. 'That sounds so fucking hot. A hot jet of golden yellow pee sprayed on my beautiful tits! These tits he loves. And everyone would know. I could never deny I was his slave. Sex Slave! Goddamn how I love being his sex slave. I need a t-shirt! I wonder how I ask him to pee on me without sounding as sick as it sounds?'

The show over, Ai touched Mei's shoulder and said, "Turn around and put your chin up, jiějiě. Let me wash your hair."

She turned to follow his body walking to the sink, still swimming in her daydream wondering if she really could be so depraved as all that.

She dimly obeyed Ai's gentle gesture, a lifting of her chin, until she saw her eyes lock on her own. 

"What?" Mei asked, feeling the 'I know what you're thinking,' meaning in her eyes, but Ai didn't respond to the question. "Lemme wash your hair."

Having Philip as a lover and a master was the best gift life could give her. However, having Ai be lovingly attentive was an unexpected bonus. Like being told she was the millionth shopper at Coach and the prize wasn't just a gift card but all the handbags she could carry. 

Ai was a delight as she worked her fingers on Mei's scalp and through her hair. The way she scrunched it up, lathered it and slowly massaged her temples felt wonderfully affectionate. She felt her heart relax and bond to Ai with every sensation that traversed her scalp. 

Ai held her shoulder with one hand as she leaned Mei's head back into the stream. She let the water course through her hair and shook her fingers as they pulled through.

When she was done, Mei turned and looked into Ai's eyes. Her hands found her hips, her leg insinuated itself between her slightly parted knees and Mei gently pulled her so that Ai's mound was touching the forward bulge of her thigh. She saw Ai smile and noticed that when she focused on gently rubbing her ears her lips sharpened in concentration and her tongue poked at a corner of her mouth. Mei thought her a whole new level of beautiful as she massaged her 'big sister's' lobes with her thumbs.

'Fuck,' Mei thought, 'am I falling in love with this girl? In love and in jealousy at the same time? I mean, who could be this good, and a whore no less? Fucking lucky little slut! I thought I got a lot of dick but she's got all a girl could want AND got fucking paid for it! And now she has my Philip.' And, as with so much of Mei Chun's life lately, the thoughts confused her. Why was she not angry? Why was she in fact delighted that she was sharing her man with this girl who was better than her, a girl too good to be true? As she looked deep into her through the portholes of her gleaming eyes, she saw the answer. Ai was perfect. She was unquestionably perfect in the sense that one could not, even with resolute determination, question her perfection. And as she felt Ai knead the thin muscles of her skull and heard the sound of hairs grind under pressing fingertips she allowed Ai's goodness engulf her. 

'I forgive you...' They were the words from yesterday but they echoed in her mind. 'I forgive you, Mei.' Ai had used them after the tearful confession of how horrible she had been. After she unburdened herself of the sad story of a lost father and a youth wasted hating and using men. Ai had repeated the words while stroking her to a soul wrenching climax, showing her that she was there to absolve her with love and sex. She felt it then, this love that bathed her now. But in this room after lunch, not even a full day ago, Mei felt this girl's love on the inside; the same emotion she was now feeling shine from those perfectly beautiful eyes.

"All done, jiějiě," she said brightly, bringing Mei to the present. 

She leant forward and with lips touching breathed the words, "Thank you," and pressed her mouth into her gently. She didn't know what else to say that would show Ai what she felt, or if she even wanted to communicate it. It was probably better, she thought, to rethink things before making a fool of herself. 'Maybe I'm overthinking this? Or over feeling it. Maybe I'm just emotionally crazy right now. I mean, my boyfriend has a new chick and maybe I'm reacting in a totally fucked up way and, like, making her into something she's not. Maybe the sex yesterday was just too good and I'm, like, latching onto this girl to, like, deal with it or something. I mean, she was paid for it so she had to be good, right?' However, even thinking this felt wrong. Ai was no fraud and it made her feelings sour thinking it. She attempted a smile and changed her tone to hide her uncertainty and said, "That was sweet. Tonight's my turn."

She turned and asked Philip, "Can she come to the gym with me?"

"Jeez," he chuckled, "you'll get Karla fired for sure." 

"I won't. I promise. Anyway, Kenisha won't say anything."

"Don't get banned, ok? And remember, we may rent a space in that building and I don't want our spa to get a bad reputation."

"Are you gonna just stand there or are you gonna get in here and let us wash you?" Ai asked. 

He finished brushing his teeth, got in and kissed her good morning. She turned him around to face Mei and started washing his back. He looked at Mei, closed his eyes tight for a moment and then opened them and forced his face to remain placid. Calmly, without a hint of the emotion that burned in his gut, he said, "You may give Dr. K a blow job and you can even fuck him if you want."

The suddenness of his declaration, much less his decision, stunned her. She couldn't celebrate because it wasn't joyful, wasn't a victory to be proud of. It was a gift he was giving. Still she was confused. She looked up into those warm green eyes to read his emotion and what she found was vaguely familiar. The pain in them, and something like defeat in the slope of his shoulders, was what she had seen that afternoon in the bar as he cried for her. 

Later he had explained that it was her that he wept for. 'I saw something beautiful being broken,' he had said and now she was the one witnessing a break of some kind. it confused her, made her feel horrible and yet loved at the same time. She knew that he was giving her a gift that pained him to give as well as a great deal of trust. She would not abuse it and vowed to return his love many times over. 

She kissed him with fond warmth on his cheek as her thanks. "I know how difficult it is for you, Philip, and it means a lot to me."

"You have absolutely no idea how hard."

"I'll be good," she said, and then realized the double entendre. But rather than capitalize with a quip, he rather forlornly said, "Don't betray me, honey."

She saw that he wanted the conversation to end and so let it do so. But she wondered at the protocol. Should she get on her knees and thank him more actively? Should she let Ai do it while she kissed him and played with his nipples? As she was trying to decide, he asked, "What time is it?"

"It's about eight. Want me to check my phone?" 

"Nah," he said and put his hands on her cheeks. Quietly and with great moment, he whispered in her ear, "I love you so much."

She perceived his emotion as hot lead being poured into her heart and felt it melt a whole within and sink to her center. "I love you, Philip. I love you..." she needed him to understand it, to feel the heat of it as it burned within her, "... love you so much." She hugged him so that he might feel the fire within her. He heard the urgency in her voice, and though he couldn't see the tears in the shower he thought he heard them in her voice. He hugged her in return, feeling the strength her love for him in the desperation of her grasp. 

They held like this for long moments as Ai kindly ignored them by washing herself. She was adept at reading the emotions of others and understood her place. And she dutifully laughed when Philip tried to lighten the mood with the quip: "Maybe I should call the two of you Mai when I want to call both of you. Like sisters."

And she gracefully took up his segue and perfected the transition to more normal conversation: "We decided we are sisters, like, in the first thirty seconds. And Mai is cute. Gives a new meaning to, 'Oh Mai God!' doesn't it?"

"Can Mai get you off this morning, master?" Mei asked , recovering well and even smirking an impish grin with a raised eyebrow For good measure. 

"Thanks, baby, but my dick is sore."

"Well, make sure you screw this little tart," she reached behind him and slapped Ai's butt, "before you send her to the gym or else she'll rape me in the shower room."

"Shut up slut or I'll tie you up and torture you," Ai teased. 

"Promises, promises..."

"I'll finish," he said, taking the soap from Mei's hand. "You get ready or you'll be late."

She frowned a bit and stepped out to towel off and saw Ai press her ass back against him and turn her head for a kiss. She didn't feel jealousy; not much. However, she did wish to re-enter the shower and stay at the hotel all day. She leaned back in and kissed Ai, swirling tongues together as Philip stroked the insides of her breasts. 

"Oohhhh... I wanna stay," she whined. 

"Work," Philip said, "we all have to work."

"But Ai gets to stay with you," she whined again and realized what she was doing, saw Philip's uncompromising look, and said, "Yes, master," with a dejected voice. 

##########

Mei left for her job at the free clinic with a kiss for each at the door and twenty minutes later Philip checked out, picked up a danish and coffee and headed for the garage with Ai in tow. They were headed to the lawyers to get Fuck Machines International (FMI) started, then to the bank, then to San Jose to get more of her stuff. 

In the car his phone rang as they were having a dispute over the superiority of MIG versus oxyacetylene welding. It was Karla so he put her through the car stereo. 

"Hi, Karla. How are you and Tim?"

"We've been talking and fighting all night. He's at work now."

"Hi Karla, it's Ai."

"Hi sweetie, is Mei Chun with you guys? I've got her iPhone."

"No, she left for work. Is he still upset?" 

"I don't think so. He got tired of being angry at around two. We just talked and fell asleep a few hours ago."

"Why don't you call in sick, honey?" Ai suggested.




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 23



"No... I hate doing that. I'll be fine. Philip?"

"Yes, Karla?"

"He said he wanted to meet with you again."

"Ok. I kinda expected that."

"Would tonight after work be ok?"

"Does he want money?"

Karla was a bit shocked at his question; shocked and offended. "He's not that kind of guy."

"Sorry," he said, realizing from Karla's tone that he was being a dick. "It was an asshole question. I didn't mean to ..."

"It's ok."

"I've been preoccupied."

"Mei said it would be your first time with two girls. How was it?" She sounded more intrigued and confidential than conversational. 

"Um," he looked at Ai in a kind of, 'What am I supposed to say?' look.

"He didn't pass out," Ai said, "but we'll get him next time for sure." 

"Ah," Karla sighed, "you two have all the fun."

Philip, wanting to change the subject, said, "Text me his number and I'll send him an address. I'll meet him downtown at six."

"Ok. Gotta go," she said and hung up.

"What do you think he wants to say to you?" Ai asked.

"I think he wants to know what kind of man I am."

"Oh well then that won't be a problem."

"Guys don't like the same kind of guy girls like, Ai."

She waited, knowing he would elaborate.

"Guys that women find attractive are competition, unless they've got natural charisma, or are funny, or the gregarious type. I'm not either of those."

"But you have such confidence."

"Guys hate that. Confidence is arrogance with a better name."

At the law office they were immediately ushered into a partner's conference room and Philip was welcomed by an older gentleman, Jack Urban, like he owned the building. 

Philip noticed that his long-time lawyer, one of his father's closest advisers and sort of an unofficial uncle, fussed over Ai with real warmth after an initial appearance of shock. He assumed he figured out their relationship was more than just business and was initially taken aback by Ai's youth. And Ai was so very lovely, breathtaking in her simple yet exotic way, that it didn't surprise him to see his old friend react the way he did.

It was over in twenty minutes. Ai was asked to sign some papers here and there and they even conducted the company's first board meeting where she was elected chairwoman of the board by acclamation. She walked out with two manilla envelopes, one with a folder containing the corporate papers and one with a stock certificate and a document proclaiming the existence of FMI, Incorporated, a Nevada Corporation. 

"Why Nevada?" She had asked at the conference table as she signed.

"I'll never own a California company again. The taxes are insane."

The next stop was the bank and they were treated like even bigger big shots. 

"As I said in my call yesterday," he spoke to a Mrs. Cash, which Ai found amusing, "we'd like to open a corporate account without fees of any kind."

"Of course, Mr. Conners. Our Business Advantage account has no fees if the balance is kept above ten thousand throughout the statement period."

"You mean if it drops below ten grand then the fees start. Even for one day?" That sounded unreasonable to Ai. 

"Yes. That's correct."

"I don't know, Philip. That seems pretty strict."

"What would you like to open the account with?" Mrs. Cash asked.

Ai realized that they had never talked about capitalizing the company and her jaw fell when he said four-hundred thousand dollars. 

"But..." she objected, "that's too much."

"We have a million shares. Each will be worth forty cents. Seems about right to me."

"But we can't use that much money," she objected, knowing full well he was giving her two hundred and forty grand, about what she had set as her goal to quit escorting. 

"It's just going to sit here in the bank at, like, one percent," she said.

"No it won't. You can see my guys later in the week and move everything over fifty thousand into higher yield investments."

"But it's still too much."

He turned in the chair in which he was seated and looked at her. "What's the number one reason startups go under?"

"Undercapitalization, but we still don't need that much."

Mrs. Cash was confused. She'd never seen business partners have this kind of discussion. 

"Let's not start the company with an argument." He shifted his attention. "Mrs. Cash, I am directing you to transfer that amount into the new account from the one ending in seven-three-two-seven."

"Yes, Mr. Conners." She knew who Philip was and would swim the bay to keep him banking with her branch. 

Ai was moved to within a hairs breadth of crying at the gesture. With what he had done for her in the last couple of hours she could close the company tomorrow and walk away with the money she'd make fucking almost five-hundred guys. It was solemn proof of his love for her. Not that she needed it, but it was moving just the same. 

They got back in the car and headed south toward San Jose State. 

##########

Mei left her explanation for taking the day off vague, and told the director of her fictitious uncle's death and how she would like to use her vacation time to attend the memorial service in LA. She didn't enjoy lying the way Jenny had but the story of the magnanimous dead uncle needed to be established.

The director said that in all of her time she'd never known of an employee going to the extreme of having a temp sub for her. She reluctantly admitted, however, that Mrs. Boyd had been remarkably competent and efficient and was secretly hoping Mei Chun might miss more work.

Samantha whispered to her when the director left, "You will not leave out one detail at the lunch you are going to buy me. If your man is rich enough to get you a temp then you can afford lunch."

Mei winked her agreement and the day began. 

There were questions and remarks about Mrs. Boyd and how unusual it was. Even Dr. K made an exaggerated greeting to the VIP employee. But things calmed down and by ten the rhythm of the day had settled into the standard routine of the office. Except for Mei. She was apprehensive; worried that perhaps Dr. K would misunderstand her gesture, or offer, or proposition. She was now confused a bit as to what exactly it was, this desire to offer to suck his cock. She fiddled and fumbled, unused to the feeling of moths tickling her diaphragm. It was an unpleasant feeling but one she couldn't shake. Her hands were cold and her breathing difficult. 

At quarter past ten she saw her opportunity. A young Chinese woman entered the clinic alone. She had the look of a working girl, fake eyelashes and boobs that didn't move. She got out of her chair and motioned for Judy to take over. She grabbed a clipboard and went into the waiting room.

"Nǐ hǎo. Nǐ shì zhōngguó rén bā? (Hi. You're Chinese aren't you?)"

"Shì de, wǒ shì. (Yes, I am)," the woman said, a bit startled at the personal attention.

She sat with her and filled out the forms and told her to wait. Then she went back and made sure that she was Dr. K's next appointment. 

A few minutes later she took her in and sat waiting with her for Dr. K. Her nerves were really on edge and to calm them she chatted with the girl about her life in China and how she got to the U.S. 

Eventually she told Mei she had a woman's problem and wanted to know if the doctor would be a woman. Mei told her that it would be a male doctor but that he was the finest in the clinic and the one she would go to if she had a similar problem. She was skeptical but trusted Mei. She'd never yet met another Chinese in her short time in America who was as nice. 

At the end of her biography he came in, introduced himself in the friendly way Mei had heard a hundred times but that she still liked. She translated and the woman's apprehension faded quickly. She had, she thought, an STD, being a 'Jìnǚ' (hen, Chinese for prostitute). 

It didn't phase Dr. K. He'd seen thousands of hookers and had no issues with the way they made their living. In fact he noticed that a cheerful personality was common in the profession. He was a bit confused as to why she proffered the information, however, but figured maybe Chinese were more open about that kind of thing with their doctors. 

Usually a blood draw and urine test were all that were done but she said there were bumps and explained to Mei that was why she wanted a female doctor. Mei thought it odd, this modesty in a prostitute and assured her not to give it another thought. 

She stood and removed her jeans and got up on the exam table. Mei motioned for her to remove her panties and spread her legs as Dr. K put on gloves. 

He examined her and spoke to Mei, describing the bumps and assumed she was taking notes. 

He put his gloved hand on her flat belly and used his thumb to part her folds. It struck Mei as faintly erotic. 

"How..." she started to ask but thought better of it and stopped. 

Dr. K looked up at her. He noted a nervousness in her that was unusual. "Yes?"

"Nothing," she said quickly. 

He pressed on one of the bumps. "What were you going to say, Mei Chun?"

"It's kinda personal."

"It's ok. Does she speak English?"

"Nǐ néng shuō yīngyǔ ma? (Can you speak English?)"

"Wǒ bù shuō (nope)."

"Not a word, she says."

"Ok. What's your question?"

"How can you do that and not let it affect you?"

"You mean look at a woman's vulva?"

"Yeah, I mean, I'm a woman and it still does a little something to me. And I'm no lesbian." After the briefest of pauses she continued, "Well, not really."

He gave her a quick curious glance, then said, "Through years of steely determination. That and having seen so many of 'em."

"So..." she said tentatively, "it's not sexual at all? Like, you have no interest anymore?"

"Not in this context, no."

"But in your private life?"

"Well," he said, "that's a different story." He spun in his chair, removed his gloves and indicated to the patient that she could get dressed. "Tell her they are ingrown hairs. She's probably never shaved before. Is that right?"

Mei relayed the hopeful diagnosis and asked. 

"No, never she said."

"Ok. Get a nurse to have those tests done and see me in my office." He gave the patient a reassuring smile. 

Mei knew he wasn't upset and some of her nervousness was gone. She quickly got a nurse and told the much relieved and chatty, patient to get some cream at the drugstore and that she would return in a few minutes. 

"So, what was that about, Mei Chun? Have a seat," he said as she entered and closed the door. 

She sat in the old comfortable chair that had always been in his office and came right to the point. "I'm worried about you, Dr. K. You've been dragging yourself around here with your heart bleeding and it's got me worried and concerned for you."

"That obvious?"

"Yeah. We've all noticed it."

"So some personal questions about sex, you thought, might get my mind off my troubles?"

"Weeeellllll," she said, drawing out the word like it was copper rod being drawn into wire, "not exactly."

He looked puzzled.

"See, I had this idea." This was getting difficult. "I wanted..." She looked at him more intently, "I had thought..."

"Yes?"

"Don't rush me!" she snapped. 

"Sorry."

"See, I like you Dr. K. You were the one that made working here tolerable all those months when I hated my job. Now I like it but then I hated everyone here but you. You were always nice and treated me well even when I was an insufferable bitch."

He nodded his head slightly. "You've made quite a change when you dropped Jenny."

"You have no idea."

"A new boyfriend will do that, I guess."

"A total transformation," she agreed. "So I wanted to do something special for you. Something to help you forget your troubles, even for a little while. Something to show my appreciation for your kindness and tolerance for Jenny."

"And asking me how I felt with my thumb on a patient's clitoral sheath was what you came up with?"

"No. Do you still like sex?"

"Of course. Oddly, I think about it more than ever. I should be declining but..." He shook his head a bit, "Perhaps it's a last gasp before it leaves me forever." He had been thinking it was the testosterone replacement medication he'd been prescribed two months ago that might be responsible for his renewed vigor. 

"Do you masturbate?"

"Jenny!"

"Mei Chun, please. Have you seen anyone else since your wife died?"

"No," he said, and looked at the wall behind her, "I haven't."

She saw the wistful look on his face. "But you'd like to?"

"Yes. I guess. It's time. Got a grandma you want to set me up with? Is that what this is about?"

"No. Me."

It didn't register. Like the wrong key for a lock, the words wouldn't fit into his ear. He reflexively leaned forward in his chair like she wasn't speaking loud enough. "Come again?"

"Me. I want you to have me."

"Mei?"

"Yes. I mean I don't expect you to fall in love with me. My boyfriend wouldn't like that, but a few times just to release the tension. To let you relax. Sexual but casual. Like a really good massage."

She felt so good now that it was out. She'd noticed the nerves had faded; her hands were warm again and a different kind of excitement was present in her belly.

"I... I... I don't know what to say. You're not playing with me, are you? Because I would really be hurt if this were a joke."

"Never. I would never do that, Dr. K."

"You really want to have sex with me?"

"I was thinking a blow job would be nice. Yes."

He sat back in his chair and stared at her. 

"I'm very good," she said with hopeful pride. 

"I am sure you are. I'm just frankly astounded."

"Yeah. Perhaps you need some time to think about it? Why don't you just stroke my behind as a signal or something when you want it and if you don't find the idea... um... interesting we don't have to bring it up again and I'll find something else you'd like. Ok?"

"Ok." He didn't mean to say, ok, as in 'ok, I'll take a blow job please.' He meant it as 'ok, I acknowledge the conversation is at an end.'

"Ok, great. Anytime is fine. Just pat my ass or something."

"Right," he didn't mean to say that either but she left with an enormous smile as she closed the door.

He sat, flabbergasted.

Mei returned to the Chinese woman, probably in her early thirties, and chatted a while as her blood was drawn. She liked her instinctively and realized that the working girls she knew, Sarah and Ai were indeed happy people. She wondered if happy women went into prostitution or if being prostitutes they were made happy by getting so much dick. 

She wrote her extension number on an appointment card, circled the clinic's number on the front and, at the last moment, wrote her cell number on the back. 

"Zhè shì wǒ de shǒujī hàomǎ (this is my cell phone number)," she said as she handed her the card and told her to call for results in four days or if she needed help and said good bye. 

"Xièxiè (thank you)," was all the woman could think of to say.

Back up front, preparing to file the folder, Samantha took her arm and dragged her out of the employee door. 

"You're taking me to Boulevard for a long lunch, Mei Chun, honey and you're spilling the beans. All of 'em. You're starting in the cab and not stopping till we get back."

She did indeed start in the cab by telling her that's how she traveled since meeting Philip, "He's got a whole taxi service on call for me." She then started on a description of Philip, leaving out his wealth, making it seem like he wasn't all that rich and was digging into savings to splurge on her. 

"Yep, men can go overboard on things like this."

She told her a lie about her own newfound wealth which was difficult for her — she didn't like lying. The explanation that her uncle died and left her a pile was politely received if not believed. 

At the restaurant Samantha insisted on the quiet table she had requested when making the reservation. They were seated with a breathtaking view of the bridge. When they were left with the menus she prompted her to continue and Mei described Friday night. She told her about Otto.

"I knew he'd get you one."

"He made it himself. It was amazing. He's so handy that way."

She told her about Ai and how he met her.

"Don't let that bother you, honey," Samantha said, finally deciding on what to have for lunch and putting down the menu, "Men like ours often need a bit extra."

"Oh no, I was delighted. And Ai's the perfect girl. She's so pretty and we're just like sisters now."

"So you have no problem with it?"

"No way. We all slept in bed last night and I could hardly tear myself out of the shower this morning when I left them in there kissing. I wasn't at all jealous. Not really. Not, I mean, like, scratch her eyes out jealous. More envious I guess. Like, not green dragon jealousy. More like..."

"Ok. I get it. You don't begrudge her but would rather it be you."

"Right. And with the two of them was, like, mind-blowing. But, I'm getting things out of order."

Mei ordered a mimosa and Samantha asked for the same and the waiter took their lunch order. 

She told her of Sunday night with Karla and the test, describing being bound for her and giggling when she described her face when she entered the room. "I thought her eyes would pop."

"I've never tried those hooks. I was always afraid I would slip and get impaled or something," Samantha said. "Sounds like he's got a well equipped room."

"Yeah, it's got everything. We haven't had time to use it all yet."

She was telling her about binding Karla to the machine when their food arrived and Samantha found it hard to concentrate. Girls weren't her thing, but the description of Mei taking control of Karla tickled her in the right places. She thought that maybe she should have explored that side of things when she was younger. 

While she ate her Maryland Crab Cake salad, which she shared with Samantha, Mei told her about Tim and the tricky situation and how she hoped it would work out. 

Samantha was starting to become incredulous. The story just kept getting more complex with more characters. It was like the three body problem in her college physics classes. Two bodies interacting gravitationally was a straightforward equation, like the orbit of the moon around the earth. But when a third body was introduced the math got exponentially more difficult. Mei was describing a five body problem. 

"How you going to manage all this, Mei Chun?"

"Ai won't be a problem. She's already so in love with Philip and she's like my long lost sister so we love each other already and Karla and Ai won't be a problem either. The issue is Tim."

She told her how Philip had talked with him and about his offer to help him with girls and an apartment. 

"He'd be a fool to refuse," she said. 

"I don't think he will. The way he stared at me while I was..." she looked around the fine dining room, "well, you know."

"Sex touches something really deep inside us."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," she said in a tone of voice that conveyed the awe she felt.

They finished their lunch and settled on coffee rather than dessert. They chatted a bit more, Samantha increasingly astounded by her young friend and her tale. 

When the bill came Mei put her black card on the folder. Samantha noticed it and picked it up. 

"Now, Mei Chun, I politely didn't call your tale about this dead rich uncle bullshit, but you're not fooling me."

"I can't talk about it."

"I've never seen one of these. It's metal for god's sake."

"Titanium."

"My lord!"

"It comes with a concierge."

"Mei Chun, honey, you are on the ride of your life. I am so happy for you. When you gonna quit?"

"Huh?"

"Well goodness girl. With a black Amex my guess is Philip is stinking rich and you don't need to work in the clinic."

"He says I have to work but I'm thinking I might ask the director if I can take Wednesdays off and spend them at the kids center I told you about."




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 23



They left the restaurant and returned to work. Samantha thanked her for lunch and Mei promised they'd make it a weekly date. 

##########

They got more stuff from Ai's apartment. There was no sign of Hector skulking around the area but a note was taped to her door. 'Call me' was scrawled on a torn Jack-in-the-Box taco wrapper.

Two trash bags full of clothes, some textbooks and her laptop were trudged out to his car and they were off.

"Do you think we're doing this too quickly, Ai?" he asked with real concern evident in his voice. 

"Doing what?"

"You know, falling in love, moving in together and all that."

"You're not the type to get cold feet, Philip."

"And another thing..." he looked over at her while driving the 880. "You're not twenty but you're the most mature girl I know."

"I'm wise, not mature."

"Oh, excuse me," he said, affecting indignation.

"It's ok. It's part of my nature. I mean, I can be silly sometimes. And I know Mei Chun and I are going to drive you crazy talking about nail polish and stuff."

"I'm really looking forward to that, actually."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I like women. And there's a vivacity of youth I like. I just don't like the stupidity."

"Stupidity comes from not knowing what you want."

"And you do?"

"Yep."

"Do tell."

"Nope. You tell me."

"Testing me already?"

"I'm a woman, aren't I?"

He contemplated Ai, thinking back to the emails he'd read, feeling quite guilty now for the unnecessary intrusion. He would tell her one day, maybe soon. He let the feel of her steep like tea leaves in hot water. When he was ready, he said, "You want your share in life and don't see the need for more. Fun is important to you but you're not the type to take a job just so you can afford to go out and have fun. Compromise to accommodate isn't a problem for you, but if you're asked to violate a principle you won't do it. You are loyal and enjoy being kind. People's opinions don't matter as long as those you respect don't look down on you. You are more proud of your mind and your skill than you are of your body. As for what you want... you want love, companionship, quiet evenings reading your textbook while Mei and I stick our tongues out at each other." 

She laughed. 

"You love being loved. The sex part of that is a bonus; it's the intimacy that you enjoy. Is that about right?"

An earnest adoration shone from her face as she silently nodded, halfway to tears, but just halfway.

"Oh... and what you want. You want to be married to the finest man in the world. Someone who knows every mood and thought in your head. A guy that opens doors for you, treats you like a princess when you want to be and a slut when you feel like a slut. He has to know by the look in your eye. You want four kids, at a minimum, and the money to never have to pick a school that's affordable. You would never live in a house that is one room too big or the slightest bit pretentious. Exercise and good eating will keep you fit until old age when you'll die in your sleep."

"And I thought I was wise. That's pretty much who I am."

"So why are you in love with me?"

She didn't waste a heartbeat before saying, "I've always known you... knew that we would meet, knew that it would be a dramatic revelation and that I would feel the way I do. I know the way the Universe thinks, Philip."

He responded with silence, wondering how it was that anyone could say that, be entirely serious and totally convincing in their statement. He was also shocked that instead of incredulity he felt as though she were understating herself. 

She let him ponder.

"And you were wrong about the house."

"Hmm?"

"Yeah, the other stuff is right but the house can be as big as you want, just not gaudy."

"I have simple tastes. I've always wanted a big Victorian house, the kind with the wrap around porch and a big lawn."

She hummed, like it might be nice.

"So how do you feel about it all? You and me and Mei, Karla and Tim? Frankly my head spinning."

"I'm good with all of it. I'll at least be able to head down to the shop and get lost if things get ugly. I promise not to create any drama. I have a pretty gentle disposition, more like a cat than a dog, and I can't stand drama."

He hazarded another look at her while driving. "Ai, you are the perfect woman, aren't you." 

She giggled again, with a hint of the bashful nineteen-year-old rising to the surface. Yet she surprised him again by saying, "Yep, I'm perfect," with a cheerful honesty that made very clear she agreed with him. And when he looked at her from the corner of his eye she continued, "What? Like you didn't know that? Expect me to lie?"

"But..."

"It's easy, Philip. You and I are perfect for each other. It's love dummy. And you just drove by your house."

He made a quick U-turn and parked up front. They got the mail and found Mei's letter while still stealing playful glances at her. Following that impossibly cute ass he followed her upstairs and settled on the couch to read as Ai got out things for sandwiches.

He invaded the envelope with real excitement, appreciating the quality of the paper and the novelty of an old fashioned letter.

My Dearest Philip,

What a good suggestion it was you gave me. Writing a letter to you gives me the opportunity to reflect on you and on what you've given me. I feel I have changed so much in such a short time and it takes my breath away. I can hardly believe what kind of a person I was, how blind I was to the basic humanity of other people and what a horrible little world I had locked myself into. You forced me to see myself as I was and recoil at the sight. 

You know how much I owe you. Only you really know because you were the only one who saw what I had inside. Even when I couldn't see my worth, you did. 

Under all the rubble of an abandoned heart and under the junk I threw on the pile, you were able to find what I am now most proud of. You found love I didn't know I had and you own it and it's my gift to you. But really it's your conquest and your right for risking so much to find it. 

Thank you for saving me. For dragging me out of my former self and letting me grow into this person that I was supposed to be. The person I was let herself become corrupted by temptation and the illusion of beauty. Once she began, she could not stop using people, feeling it was her right. 

Once I felt the warmth of your love, and your hand ;), I learned what love really is and, like a person blind at birth who sees for the first time, I was confused and overwhelmed with the new experience. Now I am settling down but still need your guiding hand, perhaps more than ever.

You've shown remarkable patience with me, forbearance and kindness. Your gifts are so special to me but none more than another. 

I love you Philip and calling you master is my joy. 

Mei

It warmed his heart and he read it again, then a third time. He shared it with Ai and made them his favorite, simple ham and cheese sandwiches, lightly toasted and broiled.

"Wow, that chick's in love with you, Philip."

"Want a pickle?" he said with a full mouth.

"You're quite the romantic." 

"Don't misunderstand," he said when he'd swallowed, "it's a very touching letter and I love it, but these are great pickles."

##########

Mei had one more patient to translate for. This time, a couple had brought in their two-year-old son who was having trouble keeping his food down. There really was no opportunity for further discussion along the lines of their brief meeting in his office but she noticed his eyebrows rose when she winked at him when entering with the family. 

He suspected lead poisoning and asked a lot of questions about where they lived and the age of the apartment. Not getting any conclusive answers he asked her to tell them to watch their son while he played and pay careful attention to what he put in his mouth. After thirty minutes of questions and answers he called for a battery of blood tests and left the room but not before he gave Mei a folded piece of paper.

She read it in the bathroom.

Mei Chun,

I want to thank you for your intention to help distract me from my present woes. I must admit to finding your solution an intriguing and inviting idea and wish I were thirty years younger. However, I must decline. 

The last thing I wish to do is cause you difficulties in your private life and I know that upon further reflection you will realize that your suggestion will inevitably cause trouble in your current relationship that has benefited you so much. 

Please know that this is not in any way a personal rejection. And our conversation very effectively moved my mind away from disturbing thoughts that have plagued me lately. 

I am very touched and honored you would even consider it.

I will, of course, keep our conversation private, as I trust you will, and would appreciate it if you would shred this note before you leave today. 

With warmest personal fondness, I remain. 

Alan (Dr. K)

She was a bit disappointed but read between the lines and saw this as a noble gesture to let her withdraw her offer. It was really so sweet and she wanted to keep the note and show it to Ai, however she folded it and immediately shredded it in the machine next to her desk when she finished with the family. 

"Where's Dr. K?" she asked Samantha as the machine ate his note. 

"He just left early again."

'Hmm,' she thought, 'he'll think about it overnight and reach a different conclusion.'

##########

Karla was at work checking inventory and making the following week's schedule. Despite her lack of sleep and the hour upon hour of talk with Tim, frequently acrimonious and repetitive, she felt good. Part of it was that finally her secret was out in the open and whatever happened with Tim she would find a home with Mei and Philip and that lovely little Ai girl. It would be so good if Tim would give it a try. The offer Philip had made him seemed very generous to her. He would get all the pussy he could want and they would be together most nights or at least some nights. It would rejuvenate their relationship and give them space. He would finally have the opportunity to consider if marrying her was what he wanted and come to a decision.

She finally got a hold of Mei Chun by looking up the clinic's number just after lunch and brought her up to speed with last night after she left. She told her that Tim had asked her if she would see Mei Chun this evening and she had stood her ground and said that she probably would and that if she wanted to they would take up where they had left off. She said that it was her body and she could share it with whomever she chose. 

"His problem isn't with you, honey, it's with Philip. The idea of some other guy fucking me just makes him sick," Karla said.

"Yeah, why are guys like that?"

"I dunno." Karla moved some body scrub that was in the wrong place. 

"Ai called and said he wants to see Philip tonight," Mei informed her.

"Yeah, they're going to meet for dinner."

"I guess we'll know tonight then. If he says no then what'll you do?"

"After the fighting I'm not so sure I'd miss him that much. I know it's just cause I'm angry with him and we did have a really good discussion, but I don't want to lose you." Mei heard her cover the mic and say something. "Listen, Mei Chun, I've got to get back to work. You coming in tonight?"

"Yeah, I miss my workout and my personal therapist."

"Great. See you."

##########

Ai got a text a few minutes later, "Gym 2night?"

"Yep! He'll drop me on way to dinner."

"Super!" she responded. "Don't bring wkout stuff."

"K"

##########

Hector Guzman was flopped on a ratty old mattress in a crack house in South Oakland. Some guy was making noise with a rock or something, trying to wrench the last copper pipe from the floor below while a skinny, red-eyed zombie sucked his dick. 

He couldn't concentrate.

This was supposed to be one of the perks of gang membership: groupies who slavishly adored 'real men' like him. While growing up in the neighborhood he'd seen the girls who clung to their cholos and swore he would have a fine bitch on his arm after he joined up. It was the primary reason he wanted to become an Untouchable. It was why he could suffer the agony when four of them beat the shit out of him as an initiation rite. But all he had was this skinny slut who'd sucked off three of his friends before getting around to him. 

Try as he might, he could not convince himself to believe the fantasy that had worked in the past. That it was Ai sucking him, moaning in pleasure, eager for his cum. If he could just shut off his mind, make even a fraction of it believe it was so, he could do it. But he couldn't. 

He slowly deflated in her mouth. 

Disgusted at her he pushed her off him, rolled off the mattress and stood. "You're good for nothing," he grumbled while she got out a pipe and, with shaky fingers scurried through the shopping bag for the tiny white lump of heaven she'd earned earlier.  

Hector went to the window and looked out through the dirty pane. 'Life would be different with her. We could have started something. She could have built a business with me, gotten other girls and in a few years she could have retired and managed the whores. I could move up, or maybe sell on my own, or move us to Connecticut or something. New ground - sell crack to Wall Street fucks and get a big house.' 

'Fuck!' that tattoo was burning his skin. It had grown red, swollen and scabbed but Mario, who had inked him, said it looked ok.

Even his expression of love for Ai had turned out wrong. 'Fucking upside down,' he thought, 'just like my life.' He'd had no idea until some chink kid laughed at him at the McDonalds. "Upside down! Upside down!" the little slant-eyed shit had said. "Your tattoo is upside down!" 

That was Hector Guzman, he thought, 'I'm upside down.'

His anger at Ai smoldered like the infection under the tattoo. As his fists squeezed the blood from his hands he contemplated his revenge.

*****

 A special thanks to dan_kildall, GTDaytona and Michael.



From Jenny to Mei Ch. 24



Philip liked good food and didn't want to eat at a burger joint. Lately his favorite restaurant was The French Laundry but since it was an hour north of Oakland his meeting with Tim would have to be at Atelier Crenn on Fillmore or Benu on Hawthorne Street. Since Tim was staying at the hotel with Karla, presumably, he'd chosen Benu, which was only ten blocks from the Mandarin. The restaurant was pretentious but the chefs took food seriously. 

He dropped Ai off at the gym and gave Mei a kiss since she was waiting for her at the curb, then headed toward the restaurant. 

While driving the few blocks, he mused about the situation in which he found himself. By now Mei's plan was clear to him, even if her motivation was not. He had never heard of such a thing, a woman lining up other women for her boyfriend, if that's what he was. It seemed to go against everything he had come to expect from women and it still boggled him. Perhaps Ai's explanation was the right one, that she wanted his naturally polyamorous nature out in the open where she could keep an eye on it; it was that or her newly minted lesbian fascination compelled her to gather more lovers for herself.

'My girlfriends love pussy,' he thought, as he pressed on the break pedal. 'Fuck if life can get any better.'

That was another thing that had startled him about Mei Chun; the speed and enthusiasm with which she latched on to Ai. It was as though they had known each other for years and their performance in bed last night showed that there were real emotions between the two of them. 

So much was different about Mei since the Jenny era. He expected her to change with the coercion of blackmail but he had not been prepared for the woman that emerged and her level of devotion and affection. 

He smiled as he waited to turn left into the parking garage, recalling how after a firm spanking and vigorous ass fuck she turned into a purring kitten. He felt a quiver race up his back when he thought of her when she was like that: soft, smiling and so eager to please. She wouldn't speak a word as he unbuckled her from the punishment bench and carried her back to his bed. She would instead nuzzle his neck with her nose and forehead and drape her body over his and receive his smooth strokes to her skin. He felt pride in the contentment she experienced and felt the sinews of his heart unwind thinking about her. 

It was her love for him that made the difference. She was right in her letter, he had found it buried in the rubble of her heart and resurrected it. Inspired it in the literal meaning of the word, 'to breathe life into'. It was the finest thing he had ever done and he felt he deserved the pride he now felt. And anyway, blackmail without love wouldn't have worked. He might have gotten an obedient drone out of it but Mei was now so much more.

As he parked he wondered about marriage for the first time in a long while. But it wouldn't work. He couldn't see marrying Mei and not Ai, and California, as liberal a place as existed in the United States, wasn't about the jump the polygamy shark, at least not for another fifty years.

As he walked from the old Range Rover in the underground garage he repeatedly spun his keys around his finger and caught it in his palm. He enjoyed the ritual: the impact of the fob, the slight heft of the car remote and the jangle of the keys. The repetitive action helped him think. He thought about Mei and realized he only knew one thing for sure: he wanted her more than any woman he had ever known. 

He understood the contradiction if not its origin. Why should he want Mei more than Ai? Not love her more but want. 'I should ask Ai,' he thought and was confident that not only would she already be aware of the fact but that it wouldn't bother her. And as he heard her answer in his head he knew it to be true. 'You actually love me more but it's so effortless you don't see it. And you need her because you created who she is and the responsibility you feel is confused with need for her. You don't 'need' her, you need to fix her.'

And, although the answer came from his own head, he wondered again at the wisdom of the nineteen-year-old girl. 

'Maybe she really isn't human?!'

##########

He met Tim at the restaurant door looking much more mature than he had last night. Dressed in a reasonable suit he looked presentable, even handsome. Yet Philip could not help but wonder if he had a tattoo; he seemed the type. 

"Hello, Philip," Tim said with a smile and a proffered hand, which wasn't what he expected. "Please let me treat tonight. I'm not a pauper and I'd appreciate it."

"Sure, Tim. Thank you." The man had his pride and Philip admired that. "Tough day?"

"Yeah, a bit. Kinda hard to focus on work after the night I had but let's wait until we're seated to talk about it."

They waited for a table, their reservation having been mishandled, and at the bar Philip ordered a Makers Mark while Tim got a beer. By silent agreement they kept their conversation light. 

Ten minutes later, at the table, Tim discovered that there were no menus as such since it was a prix fixe arrangement. He felt it was odd but he was there to talk, and having no menu to hide behind would force him to get down to business quickly. 

"You've put me in an awkward position, Philip," he said when they were alone. "You've made it plain that I have a choice to accept your proposal or have my girlfriend stolen from me. I am sure you understand the rage I feel at the moment."

"I do. Let me say that I appreciate your ability to control it."

"Thank you. It's been a struggle." He changed the tone of his voice. "Karla, I am convinced, is at least bisexual, which was, at first, disconcerting if only for the instability it brings into our relationship. She told me last night that she'd had other girls before yours." He shook his head. "I never even considered it and now I feel I have to compete with, not only the likes of you, which is at least the same playing field, but with women, which is not. Most men have their insecurities, and I trust men like you do as well, but now suddenly I have to face the prospect that everyone on the street could tempt her away." He paused to think and took a swig from his bottle. "It's just a lot to confront."

The bread arrived which halted his monologue for a moment and let him gather himself for what he was about to say. 

"She says she loves her," he said with an expression that showed he thought Philip might not know this. 

"I know."

He continued, upset that he had been kept totally in the dark while Philip seemed to know all. "Our girlfriends love each other. Doesn't that strike you as odd?"

"It would have," Philip said with a sigh and taking a strangely shaped roll, thinking that perhaps it was Rosemary he saw peeking out of the crust, "but now I think it's natural. I mean," he sniffed it, "if you were a woman wouldn't you be gay?"

"Good point. But then there is the prospect of your proposal, which I must say is a temptation. I feel, and this is not personal, that I'm being asked to make a deal with the devil. To have an endless supply of women to... uh, please me, is of course every man's fantasy. And to still live with Karla and perhaps adjust to this new arrangement with our future together a possible outcome... it's quite tempting. What bothers me is you, to be quite honest. You intend to have sex with her."

Philip responded. "It's not an intention, Tim." His voice was calm and reassuring. "As much as she is an attractive woman, then yes, the prospect of sex with a woman like that is a pleasant thought, but I have as much attention of that kind as I need. It's more of a practical question." He sipped his bourbon. "If I am going to be making love to Mei and Mei is going to be making love to Karla then it's going to happen. Someone's eyes are going to meet and someone is going to start touching someone else. 

"You pawed Mei last night. Imagine that situation happening week after week for months. Any man would break down."

Tim's eyebrows twitched. 

"See?" Philip moved on. "What I am saying is this: for Mei's happiness I agreed to let her continue a relationship she fell into. I had no intention of involving you or Karla. This wasn't my idea, remember that. It was your girl that hit on my girl and what I'm proposing is the only thing I can think of that will provide some equality, some compensation." He paused momentarily, "Do you have a counter offer?"

"No. I really don't. I just wish it didn't happen. I mean, as generous as your offer is, you are giving a, and let's be frank..."

"By all means."

"...a token amount of money for one with your resources, and in exchange you'll be taking the woman I love."

"I cede your first point but I am not taking her. She is yours to win or lose. You've got to convince her you are the one she wants, Tim. Every day, every hour. Her heart's not for sale."

"But her body is?"

The soup arrived and was ignored. 

"I'm not saying that but what if it were? What if you found out that she was a part time hooker like Ai you met last night? Would that matter?"

"Yeah, it matters to me who fucks my girlfriend."

"Well," he paused in thought again, "when you put it like that it does sound reasonable, but it doesn't get us any closer to a resolution." He tried the soup. Not bad. A taste of currants and crab. Interesting. "What did Karla say about you with other women?"

Tim tried to soup when Philip did. "She said how it would make her jealous at first but how she couldn't complain. Then, when I asked her about Mei Chun..." Philip noted that he got her name correct this time, "... she said that it was different. That if she were there she would have no problem with me and her having sex."

"That's just not going to happen."

"Right, because she means more to you than money."

"Right."

"You see now how I feel? Because my dad didn't leave me a pile I am the one who has to take it or leave it. And that pisses me off."

"Yeah, I get it. Not fair, but tell me what would make it fair."

"You giving up something that you value as much as I value Karla."

"Tim. You are forgetting something. I don't, and this is not personal, I don't need Karla to make my life better. Mei likes her. I don't know what level of attachment she's developed but I want Mei to continue seeing her and I suspect that prospect doesn't bother you that much any longer. Not after last night."

For the first time, Tim lost his seriousness for a moment and grinned. "They sure went at it." He spoke almost as though he were talking to a friend. "It was the most erotic thing I've ever seen."

"Right. It was great, I'm sure. And listen. I tell you what. Let's do this. You and Karla continue to stay in the hotel. I trust you're comfortable?"

"It's like a palace and thanks for the room service, a very generous touch."

"Thanks, Tim. I appreciate that you said that. So you two stay, you and I encourage them to meet whenever they want and we get to work on your other arrangement, the apartment and the girls. If you find after a month that it doesn't work out for you and Karla then you two move back to your place and I tell Mei that she'll have to live with the disappointment." He saw Tim consider. "That is, as they say, Tim, my final offer."

"And you won't try to fuck her?"

"Scout's honor."

"You a Boy Scout?"

"No. You?"

"No."

"But you may not realize there is a complicating factor," Philip pointed out. 

"The spa?"

"Yes. I've told her that I would finance her own place."

"Yes. Again, very generous. She can't wait."

"She'll have a sixty percent share and between you and me I don't plan on accepting dividends."

"I still can't tell if that's your manipulation or your generosity."

"Well, I can't help you with that. We're signing the papers tomorrow and I don't think there is anything you can do to stop it. Anyway, if she decides to close down the company the day after tomorrow she'll walk away with a couple hundred grand at least. And you two can laugh at me all the way to Hawaii."

Tim knew it was true but that it wouldn't happen. 

"Ok, Philip. You are being very reasonable and I'll take you up on your modified offer. One month to think about it. The apartment and girls can wait."

"Nope. It's got to be the whole deal, girls and all."

The waiter took away Philip's bowl and questioned Tim silently if he were finished. He nodded and it was removed. 

Philip asked about a location for the apartment and Tim said he always wanted to live around Mission Bay or SoMa. He mentioned the Paramount noting that Philip's trust owned the majority stake in the property. 

"Want me to see if there is an apartment available?"

"That would be kind of you."

"And for the furnishing... just... I guess you need to pick a place first."

"Philip, I don't want to abuse..."

"Tim," he put his palm on the outside of the younger man's bicep, "... listen. Tell you what. You let me pick the place and have it furnished. I'll even get Ai to help set up your first... um... appointment. You just give me a time and date. On second thought just be ready to take a long lunch. I'll have a talk with the partners and see if I can have you moved to my account. Would that be a step up for you?"

"Yes it would... but."

"Don't worry about it. I owe one of them a call anyway. I'll tell them I met you in a bar, which is true after all."

Another course was set before them. 

"I like being generous, Tim. It's not really my money anyway."

The rest of the meal passed in conversation with the two men growing to come to a better understanding of one another and Tim thinking that under different circumstances he would find Philip to be someone he might call a friend. 

##########

Mei took Ai's hand at the curb after giving Philip a quick but sweet kiss through the window. She held it into the building, keeping it throughout the elevator ride and right up to the check-in counter on the fourth floor. She liked it, it felt good, it felt friendly and warm and, she figured, much like holding a lover's hand should feel.

She got her checked in, the guest fee added to her growing incidentals tab and they said a quick hello to Karla, still keeping it cordial rather than friendly. Then it was off to the shop where they had fun picking out a host of new workout clothes for Ai. From tops and shoes to some cute little Spandex shorties and a butt hugging capri that was going to make men weep, they got everything she might need. The items stuffed into a new pink gym bag they went to the locker room. 

"Do you work out, Ai?" Mei asked. 

"Yeah, it was kind of a necessity for my job."

"This place has everything."

"It's beautiful. Do you come often?"

"He makes me come three times a week. I wanna tone my ass a bit."

"Your ass is perfect."

"Not like yours. I mean, Ai, your ass is seriously... it's, like, breathtaking."

They simultaneously changed, chatted and laughed, then went to join a Zumba class. 

The first routine was just a lively warm up but Mei was still impressed with Ai's moves. She danced with a precision and timing that hinted at some dance training. She glided between positions with a confident grace that made Mei feel as awkward as a pelican. 

Then The Black Eyed Peas 'Boom Boom Pow' came on and thirty seconds into the bass thumping hip hop Mei fell to a knee laughing in hysteria. She tried to keep up but when Ai started thrusting her pelvis while wagging her arms like a chicken she just couldn't hold the giggles, which expanded to guffaws, and thence to convulsive laughter. 

With her left knee on the floor, panting for breath and cackling in mirth, Mei watched as Ai didn't miss a step. Between her beaming smile she stuck her tongue out at Mei and watched the instructor for the next move.

She stepped forward, leading with her left leg and did a mid-body press that mimicked a push-up, then with the beat stepped back and did one to the right. She spun in place raising a knee to her waist and stomped down while clapping her hands then circled her hips and mouthed, "Boom boom boom."

"You should be a dancer!" Mei yelled. 

"Huh?"

"YOU SHOULD BE A DANCER!"

"GET YOUR ASS UP!" Ai yelled back. 

She stood, tried to rejoin but fumbled until Ai stood behind her and put her hands on Mei's hips. "C'mon baby!" she encouraged then yelled near her ear, "Gotta get that boom boom boom..." singing with the song. She guided Mei with her hands, thrusting her pelvis. "That's it, Mei... just fuck that beat, baby." 

Like a revelation Mei understood exactly what that meant and, to her relief, when she thought about humping the music it worked. She muddled for a while using this method, loving the feel of Ai's hands on her and the feel of Ai's groin grinding into her rump.

Things went well for a few moments until she looked back at Ai with unfortunate timing. It was just at the point in the song where Fergie had her last solo. She moved away to watch Ai pantomime the video.

It had nothing to do with the words or how she moved when she lip-synced them, it was how fucking adorable she was jutting her finger out and waggling it at her, how she planted her hip and shuffled her toes right and left while keeping her heels fixed. It was her eyes and that devilish, coy and playful smile that felt like it was a gabillion candle watt lighthouse beam burning into wherever her body stored the, 'I so like this person' switch. 

I like that boom boom pow

Them chicken jackin' my style

They try copy my swagger

She played it perfectly, even finger gestures and a haughty look.

I'm on that next shit now

I'm so three thousand and eight

You so two thousand and late

It was the last line that put her over the edge, the way Ai's eyes popped wide and a jab of her hip and index finger accusing her of being 'two thousand and late.'

It put her on the floor again, tearing and gasping for air, aching abdominals begging for reprieve. Other women in the class were either smirking in delighted amusement or with disdain for the lack of decorum. And, Mei was turning blue.

Ai hauled her up, placed her between her knees and continued the steps with Mei's ass pressed back into her groin again. Had either of them cared about the attention they were receiving it wasn't obvious. 

The song segued into another and they danced side by side, often laughing together when Mei would make a misstep. The both of them felt their relationship strengthen. It was such a good feeling to have a sister that neither had growing up, someone to have fun with, and a pal they could trust and confide in. 

Looking at Ai's wholesome, genuine smile, feeling her warmth, it dawned on Mei that she had never had a friend like this. It wasn't just her smile, it was her attitude. The way Ai made it so effortless to like her. She had no barriers erected to keep people out, no hint of reservation in that grin that told people they had to earn her friendship. No wonder Philip had fallen for her so quickly. 

Sweaty and exhausted, Mei quit just five minutes before the end of the class and Ai left with her, though it looked to Mei that she could go for another hour. 

##########

Karla was teasing the hair of Mrs. Moskowitz and wondering two things: how a black lady came to have such a Jewish name and why Kenisha wasn't doing this. She kinda figured she knew the answer to the first question, marriage being the most likely, and as for the second, Kenisha was on break.

'I hope I don't fuck up her hair,' she worried. Black people had hair that was different, not better or worse, she was careful to remind herself, just different. And though she had styled black hair before, she used to do Kenisha when she asked, it was a skill and one she feared she didn't have. Thank god it was just a Brazilian Blowout and not a Japanese Straightening that she might really fuck up. 




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 24



She was really more distracted by thoughts of Mei Chun than the challenge before her. She had felt her anticipation all day long and the brief greeting as she came in with Ai only rang Pavlov's bell. 

Not only did she want her naked and horizontal again, she was eager to unburden herself upon Mei and talk about last night with Tim after she had left. She had other friends she could speak to about life in general and an older sister, with whom she kept in close contact, but no one she could talk to about the twists and turns of her now very complex love life. Certainly not her sister. The married mom of two wouldn't understand her attraction for Mei, though she could probably handle her sister being gay, or half gay. 

As she dawdled in Mrs. Moskowitz's hair she thought about Mei and Ai, of how nice it would be to just turn gay, and of getting royally fucked by Philip. Instantly she understood the contradictions in those two ideas, but it didn't bother her in the least. Why couldn't she be gay and straight at the same time? Why not live as a lesbian and fuck her two men when she chose? Screw anyone who told her it wasn't the way to do things. 'I mean,' she thought, 'why not? I can love anyone I want to, whenever I want to!'

And then, with relief, she saw Kenisha return and gesture for her to hand over the brush. She smiled at her just as she had before the blackmail and she smiled back in gratitude. And it was as though a valve opened in Karla and she remembered why she liked her so much.

Standing at the counter she paused her work mind for a moment and took time to feel. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She let her emotions rise to awareness and experienced what she recognized as gratitude. She was grateful to Mei Chun for the changes in her life, her new acceptance of her sexuality and the slabs of heavy self-doubt and fear that were sliding off her back. The more she acknowledged gratitude the lighter she felt until she started growing giddy. She was becoming a new person, the person she had always kept walled away inside. A much happier and self-confident woman. 

Opening her eyes, she looked around at the people before her, some leaving reinvigorated, and some arriving to work out the stress of the day, and she felt good, new, well-balanced, and happy. 

##########

"You feel that, don't you?" Ai asked at the water cooler. 

"Feel what?"

"Feel the desire, the, I dunno, the interest."

"You mean do I feel every male eye on the two of us?"

"Yeah."

"Sure."

Ai's eyes closed for a moment and she inhaled deeply, then relaxed. "It's like a field, y'know? Like an electromagnetic field or something. Something I can feel."

"You're nuts. I mean, you know you're hot and you know this is a room with sweaty men in it so you know they're looking at you. But you can't actually feel it."

Mei took a seat at an overhead pull station, adjusted the weight, put her elbows in the rests and brought her arms down to press the bar until it touched the tops of her thighs. 

"I do feel it."

Mei smirked.

"Have you ever wondered what love is."

"I don't know love very well," Mei confessed, "it's kinda new to me."

"Love is a real thing. A radiation, like light or heat. It's like gravity."

She stopped mid-set and listened to her. She hadn't yet seen the serious side of Ai and she seemed so earnest in her explanation that it retained her attention.

"Ever wonder what gravity is?"

"No." She started her set again. 

"It's like the bending of space but there's no particle. They're looking for a thing called a graviton."

"Right," Mei said. "And why do you know this stuff?"

"Dad made us watch Nova." Mei looked at her blankly. "On PBS?"

Still a vacant look occupied her face. 

"Public broadcasting."

"Oh... right. And what does it have to do with being hot?"

"So love is a force like gravity but no one knows that."

"Just you," Mei smirked again and repeated pulling the bar to touch her thighs.

"Apparently."

"You're a smart chick, Ai, I get it, but sometimes I think you think too much."

Ai had heard this a lot, and while it didn't bother her like it did Sarah, she felt it didn't reflect well on those that said it. 

"Hmph," she chuffed but somehow without disdain, "you wanted to get to know me right?"

"Yeah," she said, suddenly concerned she had struck a nerve, "I didn't mean to dis you, Ai. It's cool you like science stuff. I just... y'know... in one ear, out the other. But you can teach me. I'd like that."

"It's ok. Some people like opera and others don't."

Mei gave her a sideways glance as she repeated another rep. 

"I'm the kind that can't stand opera."

"Oh, thank god," Mei sighed and smiled at Ai's laughter. "There is no way I'm going to listen to some fat lady yelling at home."

Ai's look changed. Her eyes went quickly from those of a friend to those of a mother and back to friend again. 

"What?" Mei asked, letting the bar clank back over her head.

"Is that the first time you thought of his house as home?"

Mei got off of the machine and stood a foot or so back while Ai maneuvered to replace her. She realized how it was the first time she had thought of his place as home, or rather, verbalized it. She had considered it home for quite a while now. 

Before she could answer, Eric, her trainer, approached them and offered to guide them and review Mei's form. And as they progressed through the circuit it became clear that Ai was surprisingly strong, doing more weight on the machines than Mei and having a greater familiarity with them. 

"Do you do kegels jiějiě?" she asked when Eric stepped away to help another member. 

"Yeah, just, you know, at work when I think about it."

"Do you have an exerciser?"

"No. What, like a thing you put in?" Mei, with the same expression looked intrigued and disgusted simultaneously. "Do they work?"

"Oh yeah. I do at least a half an hour a day. I've got, like, every gimmick they sell on Amazon. I've got these balls you can just keep in for hours and you just have to make sure they don't fall out."

"Oh wow," she said, her libidinous curiosity aroused. "Can they... can you?"

"Yeah. It's great. Sometime in the library when I need a break I'll just make them move back and forth and, if I concentrate I can come. Then I just get back to studying. Anytime you see me in a rocking chair, you'll know what I'm doing." Ai saw Eric approaching and concluded, "I bet I could crack a walnut with mine."

Eric caught the last few words but was gentleman enough not to show it and helped them finish out their session. 

"Steam?" Mei asked as they headed to the locker room. 

"M'kay," Ai replied as they stripped. 

##########

Markéta felt a quiet pride with her finger in the ass of the head of state of her favorite country. She loved France, its charm, elegance and the centuries of refinement. Her native Czech Republic had more beautiful scenery and brewed beer that no French brand could equal but Prague, while a fabulous city in its own right, could not match Paris. And while she squeezed more lube onto her right hand in preparation to shove yet another finger in his ass, she reflected on certain aspects of international relations. Here she was, the daughter of a locksmith and a menial secretary from a modest Central European town, making the nominal head of one of the continent's most powerful nations whimper into his gag and cry copious tears. 

"Is this where you're hiding momma's earring - you filthy pervert?"

He grunted, either in confession or denial, it didn't matter to Markéta. She had an instinct that she followed with Pierre. When they reached this stage, passing through intimidation, remonstration, recrimination, and threats to this, the persecution phase, what she said or did mattered little. When the tears started she would insult him in the context of whatever scenario she had devised and maximize his humiliation. 

She didn't really understand the psychology of what this did for him but felt that perhaps he had so much guilt to work off that this relieved his deep subconscious. Anyway, it was better for him to work it out in private. She figured his mind was going to force the humiliation on him one way or another and maybe by fucking him in the ass with glove covered fingers while calling him names would do the trick. There wasn't much in it for her. She frankly thought fucking his ass with her fingers revolting but she looked past his sick need for momma's discipline and saw the man, or rather boy, beneath all the layers of twisted sexual perversion where she found a real, tender-hearted sympathy for him. 

'Good thing I got these sturdy black rubber gloves,' she thought as he sobbed uncontrollably. 'I'd hate to think of his shit under my nails.'

She had, indeed, chosen well. They were thick black gloves that reached to just below her elbow and kinda felt good on her hands. They were well made with fabric reinforced webbing in the fingers that she could feel on her fingertips as she sought out his belly button. 'Maybe these are fisherman's gloves?' she thought, 'for a fishwife with delicate hands.' She would get another pair and perhaps have fun with Mei somehow. 'You never know what you might need in the bedroom,' she reflected, 'Mei is a unique girl and god knows what she is used to with that man of hers.'

As she formed her fingers into a ram and stuffed the thick black rubber covered digits as deep as she could into his rectum, she thought more of Mei. She thought of how she would gently guide her how to make love to her. How she would tell her that she liked having a tongue between her toes. 'She said she wants me to teach her,' and let that guide her next few moments of fantasy. 'Gently, slowly,' she envisioned herself telling a naked Mei Chun lying between her legs, 'Comme ça. Oui! Now kiss like a butterfly. Small nibbles at the top of that soft valley between the lips.' Thinking like this had been how she came at night, her own fingers a substitute for Mei's lips and tongue. She discovered that she cried her name when she climbed to the pinnacle and for long moments afterward. She felt self-conscious, alone in her hotel room, Mei's name still on her lips as she slowly awoke from 'the little death.'

'Gisella had been right. Of course she would be. I do love her and I'm so foolish. How could it be? How could it happen in just a few hours and in an American shopping mall no less.' But the truth was there, her compelling ruminations on the petite Asiatique would not give her peace. 

As she took hold of the President's cock in her other black gloved hand, this one free of lubricant, his flesh squeaking as she pumped him, she daydreamed of taking her to LA to meet her famous clients. She would introduce her as her lover and dare anyone to comment or look with the slightest disdain.

"Come you filthy motherfucker!" she said and spat on the president's back. "Come you goddamned pervert!"

As the statesman tightened his muscles and began wheezing through the gag, moments away from issuing his dribble of semen on the fine carpet of his wife's bedroom, she again took pride in her service to 'La Belle France'. And just as he started his orgasm she stopped, stood and stripped off her gloves. She watched him jab his hips forward in a futile attempt to finish his orgasm and laughed at the pathetic sight. She was ruining his pleasure, but that was the point.

She lifted her hand high in the air and, with a maniacal laugh she'd practiced in the shower, brought the pair of rubber gauntlets down with savage momentum onto his buttocks.

"Pervert!"

'Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!'

"Zvrhlík!"

'Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!'

"Pervertito!" 

Again and again she whipped him, each finger of the sturdy gloves breaking capillaries in his skin causing blood to seep into the surrounding dermis. 

"Come you pathetic little nothing of a man."

'Twack!'

"Squirt on your wife's carpet!"

'Twack!'

And, of course, the moment she grasped his cock in the sweaty, soft, warm skin of her hand, he did — and did some more. 

Markéta crouched down to see his cock throb out one stream after another. This was the part she liked, watching a man come. She considered the cows on her uncle's farm. 'Beautiful! Just like milking. Perhaps Mei Chun and I can have fun milking her Philip together.'

It always made her feel powerful triggering that series of involuntary contractions that propelled out a man's semen. It made her feel goddess-like, especially when she could look inside through a man's eyes the moment his lust saw its goal looming ahead. She knew a man's mind switched over to a more fundamental mode when his eyes lost a bit of their focus, his eyelids hooded over newly glazed pupils, and his primitive brain took control. That moment when he was about to come never failed to arouse her, often prompting her own orgasm. 'He's coming for me,' she would think as her lover pulsed, 'it's all he wants in the whole world: to splash his cum deep in me!'

But there was precious little of that at the moment. She wasn't with Pierre for her own pleasure other than the satisfaction she took helping this man fight his demons. She felt pity and tenderness for the broken man. And after he finished soiling the carpet and tumbled onto his side she ordered him to lick it clean and repent of his, "... disgusting thoughts or next time I'll bring my big black dildo to shove up that asshole of yours."

Upon reflection it sounded like a good plan to her. Using a strap-on might be good practice for Mei Chun. She had always thought the idea of them a kind of sacrilege, like the Hebrews lost in the Sinai creating a false god, but maybe fucking her with one could be enjoyable, and pegging the president would help her learn how to thrust her hips like a man. 

She looked down at him as he lay, curled knees to chest, weeping but nodding his head dutifully. It hurt her to see a man so destroyed and yet she knew he needed this. 

"And don't leave it for the staff! You will use your tongue and suck every fiber clean. Do you understand?!..."

He nodded pathetically and sobbed louder than ever.

"... or I'll fuck you like the sniveling little bitch you are."

'Smack!' 

"Are you hearing me!?"

"Esss, 'amma."

"Good!"

She stormed off and slammed the door while he lay, wrists and knees bound, huddled and weeping.

Outside the door Sébastien rose from his chair. He had taken to keeping watch in the anti-room during these sessions as an extra measure to preserve the president's privacy. Smiling broadly, with that familiar tilt to his head, he opened his arms slightly, palms up, waiting for her approach. 

"Markéta." He seemed to pronounce her name as If she were a favorite niece. 

"I was hard on him, Sébastien, darling. Please call me in exactly thirty minutes and hand him the phone. I need to reassure him."

"Of course." They hugged. "Thank you again. He has been like a new man since meeting you. These times have revitalized him in the most remarkable way."

She smiled with warmth at his compliment and recognition. She genuinely liked the president's personal assistant. They had a shared duty and a silent understanding. They were as colleagues tackling a delicate problem from different perspectives and they had a mutual admiration for one another.

She liked his large hands on her hips and put hers on his shoulders. She looked deeply into his calm eyes. He was her father's age and had a graceful solemnity about him that made him a firm, mature and caring man. 

For long moments she gazed at him then asked, "May I?"

He blinked gently, nodded his assent and she leant in and kissed him tenderly, for just a moment, on the lips. 

"Thank you," she said, and pressed her palms against his suit chest on their way to returning to her sides. He stepped back. "I get so worked up, you know, with him. And a girl needs some reassurance of her own."

"I can only imagine how this," he gestured with a tick of his head, "affects you. I'm glad to be a gentleman for you, if even for a moment."

"Oh Sébastien, if you were not... ah," she sighed, truly lamenting that aspect of his nature, "I would drag you into that closet over there."

"Alas," he sighed with a lift of his brow, his smile letting her know that he had his own regrets. 

"Yes. You really would make the perfect paramour."

"Let's have dinner soon," he said. "And I'll regale you with more gossip than would stuff a goose."

"Small consolation given the mood I'm in, but yes. Sounds fun," she said. "Thirty minutes, please, Sébastien."

"Of course. Goodbye, Markéta. You are a wonder." 

He turned, placed a hand on the doorknob of the First Lady's suite and waited while Markéta descended the stairs. 

##########

Ai liked the gym but would not ask Philip for a membership and could not purchase one for herself. She would simply have to make do with jogging until Philip offered for the third time. Accepting on the first offer was crass, accepting on the second was eager, accepting on the third, her mother had taught her, showed good manners.

Amidst the clouds of steam Mei engaged Ai in a recounting of her family's history and as the mist thickened Mei thought of hell as she told her about the terror in Vietnam.

"I cannot imagine."

"Me neither," Ai agreed. "They were kids, really. No older than me. Running for their lives." She paused to change the mood. "Sometimes I think there are no evil people, just fools, but then I consider the Viet Kong, the Khmer Rouge, even that crazy Mao motherfucker and I think I'm wrong."

The word 'motherfucker' got Mei's attention because Ai didn't curse frivolously and her earnestness caused Mei Chun to consider the nature of Man in a new way. She had thought of individuals as good or bad but not mankind in general. Were people innately good or evil?

Soon it got too hot to continue so they cooled in adjoining showers then met in the sauna. In the hot dry room they spoke about Mei's proposition to Dr. K and since there was a fat, middle-aged white lady already on the benches they spoke in Chinese. 

"I agree," she said regarding his note, "that is just the kind of things old guys do. They are always so sweet."

"Is it going to hurt Philip?"

"Sure it will."

"Then why is he letting me?"

"'Cause he loves you."

It hurt Mei to hear her own fears so quickly and confidently confirmed. She had finally admitted that at least some of what she was doing was for herself, that giving Dr. K pleasure would bring her the kind of fulfillment only sex could. She imagined Dr. K's tall body shiver with his climax, the sigh he would make and his voice catch as he thanked her. She could imagine the gentle stroking of her hair with his big soft hands and the taste of his semen. She thought of how good it would make her feel to be ... 'to be...' — the word 'utilized' slid into the queue of verbs lining up for selection -- 'how odd,' she thought, 'utilized' is... why would I settle on 'utilized'?

She shook her head to clear the thought, then said, "Just once or twice. Just to get him out of his funk."

Ai didn't respond.

"Just a thank you for being such a sweetheart and to get his mind thinking of something else."

Ai knew it was self-deception but was wise enough to understand that Mei Chun would have to see it for herself. 

The topic withered with Ai's silence and Mei's contemplation. Two minutes passed slowly. To restart the conversation Mei said, "I want you to take the massage with Karla."

"But Mei, she'll be expecting you. I'll just be a disappointment. She'll be all warmed up to suck your pussy." Pussy in Chinese is euphemistically 'little sister' so when Ai said mèimèi, Mei said, "But she will be sucking my mèimèi." 

The laugher clattered around the wood lined room. The fat lady turned and looked askance at the two youthful naked women. Ai smiled at her but realized the lady was in the mood to be perturbed and took Mei's wrist to leave. 




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 24



Ai showered, dressed and left for the massage while Mei decided to hit the hot tub for a while, take a long shower and shop in the spa. However, the hot tub was drained with an out of service sign on the tile wall. Disappointed she showered, got dressed and left to dawdle in the spa.

##########

The call came on her special mobile phone and Markéta put the cup down into it's saucer. 

"Pierre?"

"Markéta." His voice was tired, drained but calm and contented. "Thank you once again. It's all I seem to ever say to you but..."

"I don't ever tire of hearing it."

"You are so good, Markéta. And I don't mean in the crass way that that phrase is used. You are good. A good woman, a noble woman and," he sniffled, still emotionally susceptible, "an angel."

"I am your nemesis, Pierre. Isn't that what you called me?"

"Sexy nemesis, yes. But that is only one facet. You are so much more than any woman I have known." He sighed, desire outweighing disappointment in the mournful sound. "If only..."

"Stop. Please, Pierre. Stop there." She didn't wish to hear his expression of love for her. Not only because she could not return it but because it was unhealthy. He didn't love her in any conventional sense of the word and his attachment would only bring him misery. 

"Of course. I apologize. I am where and who I am and I'm a very fortunate man."

"You are, Pierre. And you are a good, kind and gentle man. A man to lead France, Pierre."

His renewed sobbing gave her the opportunity to gesture to the waiter with her cup, indicating the need for more hot water. "You are. You are strong enough to know your weakness and to confront your demons. How many men are so strong?"

"How many men have been," he sniffled again, "so disgusting? How many men have sinned as I have?"

"You were seven, Pierre. Seven. How can a seven-year-old sin? This is what you must kill and I will beat the guilt out of you if it takes years."

"God bless you, Markéta."

"Merci," she said to the waiter. 

"Are you in public?" 

"Yes, but don't worry. No one knows I'm talking to the President of the Republic." She winked at the waiter.

Pierre laughed with her, knowing she was on the secured cell phone Sébastien had arranged for her to carry. "I have an insurmountable debt to you."

"I know."

"I hear the smile in your voice."

"Ummm, I like that."

"What is it you love, Markéta? What is your hearts desire?"

She would not tell him. It wasn't his right to know. She could flaunt Mei Chun in Hollywood but could not tell Pierre. 

With a firm voice, its slow, careful pronunciation exaggerated to convey meaning, she said, "My dearest, Pierre. There will be a day when I tell you. And on that day I may ask a favor, nothing extravagant or difficult. But until then let me keep this to myself."

"Of course. And please, let me. Let me be anything you need me to be. My daughters are lost to me, I'm afraid. But perhaps, like a kind of shadow father, I could look after you."

"I'm your nemesis. You cannot bribe the goddess of retribution. Don't you know your Greek?"

"I told you, just one of your facets. One face of a jewel and each one reflecting an ideal woman."

"Now I see how Sophie stands you. You float her around on a raft of flattery. Will you be seeing her soon?"

"I'm... I am trying to..."

"End things?"

"She is, Markéta, a simple girl really."

"I don't care; you know that. How about your wife?"

"It's odd, in a way. I think she prefers it actually. She's not complained about my renewed interest in sharing a bed with her. In fact she has been quite affectionate. She seemed to get even more so after she dragged out quite lurid details of my... uh... my moments with Sophie."

"Turned her on?"

"I hesitate to think so but yes."

"That's not it."

"No?"

"No. She sees the change in you. She feels your renewed vigor and probably thinks Sophie is to thank for it. And that's the way I want it. Ok?"

"Do you think so?"

"A wife is most content when her man is happy and proud. When he values her. She has known for years. Am I right?"

"Yes."

"You see? You come boldly to her bed, you make love to her the way a man should and kiss her with meaning. It's your heart she wants. Your heart and your attention."

"Yet again you astonish me, Markéta."

"Now get back to the affairs of state and stop bothering me."

"I love you."

She scoffed playfully, "You love every woman."

"I am smitten by my nemesis."

"Of course you are," she said. "And your nemesis wouldn't bother with you if she didn't love you as well."

##########

"Hi Karla," Ai said as she walked up to the spa counter. "Mei's doing me the favor of letting me take her appointment tonight. I hope you're not disappointed."

Ai was a naturally confident girl. She had an intuitive grasp of social dynamics and, without active thought, calculated the spectrum of responses she was likely to encounter in a social interaction. Knowing that Karla and Mei were lovers meant that the redhead before her could react in a range anywhere from a seething jealous outrage to an attempt at seduction. Neither prospect, or a reaction of cold indifference, troubled her. People react the way they were conditioned to and her own responsibility was confined to this initial greeting and her response to whatever attitude and words Karla spoke next. 

Karla was indeed disappointed but smiled warmly. "Of course not, Ai, I am glad to get to know you better." She guided her to the changing room and, with a wink, said, "clothing optional," and closed the door behind her. 

Karla turned and saw Kenisha who gave her a strange smile when their eyes met. It was brief, just a flash, but it caused her to think. It was, Karla considered, a cold, knowing smile but not one that threatened. It made her feel odd, judged, but not sure if the judgement were affirmative or negative. 

She pondered her erstwhile friend as she gave Ai a couple of minutes to undress and took a moment to get her nerves under control. She had been thinking about the beautiful, slim Vietnamese girl since they met at the hotel restaurant. 'There is something about Asian women,' she thought, a characteristic that made them so sexy and this Ai had such grace and femininity that was subtle yet startling. 'She doesn't walk; she floats. Why can't I do that? And she's just a kid!'

She wondered if she were going to be left behind. That her hesitation in jumping on Philip's 'magic dick' was going to cost her in the long run by allowing Ai to slip in front of her. That the two of them were going to form the core of this harem thing Mei was dead set on creating for him and she would be left out, a hanger-on with god knows what other girls they would recruit. She regretted her timidity. But then, after a breath and a moment's level headed reflection, realized she was just being stupid. He was going to invest in her; they would be partners and she was Mei's first girl. Mei might enjoy Ai, might love her too, but she had learned that love really wasn't exhausted when allocated, that there was plenty of love to go around. She loved her Tim, genuinely and at times deeply, and she loved Mei and wanted to feel love from Philip. If Mei loved this girl then that was ok. She would just have to replace jealousy with something else. Maybe there was a relationship to build with Ai. And with that thought, she took a deep breath and entered with a towel. 

"Hi, Ai. Any trouble spots today?" She saw Ai face down on the table, a small square of a wash cloth covering the rear view of her privates. Her smooth tan skin, contrasting so well with the bleached white of the cloth, positively glowed under the diffuse light.

"Oh, not really Karla. Just a good massage would be so nice. How's Tim?"

She let her fingers drag over the skin of a leg as she moved to her head and noticed the infinitesimal hairs on her buttocks.

"They're having dinner and I'm nervous about it. Maybe they finished and he's back at the hotel already. Or maybe they're wrestling in an alley beating each other up."

"Everything's gonna be fine," Ai said with confidence. "Either he'll agree with the whole deal or he'll blow off more steam and come around. Or perhaps Philip has made some changes to the arrangement."

Karla's fingers danced over bumpy ribs and up a ladder-like spine, "I feel like I'm being bartered around like a mule."

"Don't. Philip is doing all he can to make Tim comfortable with the idea. He's persuasive and reasonable."

"I know. I'm starting to really feel drawn to him." Karla was trying to gauge Ai's feelings for Philip and listened to her voice for clues. 

"I wonder how many of us he can love?" 

"I don't know. Are you worried, Ai?"

"No. Not really. Not like that. I don't need a guy's full attention. Just knowing he's upstairs working and thinking about me from time to time. I like companionship at this stage of my life, and I think he can give that to all of us. I mean with you and Mei Chun and the machine I don't think we are going to be starved for sex."

She sounded confident to Karla, honest and forthright. "What does worry you?" she asked, working her neck muscles, pushing her thumbs into the flesh and drawing them down to spread out into a full handed rubbing and kneading of her shoulders. It felt terrific and Ai let her know with a deep contented moan before saying, "Honestly, I'm worried about you and Mei. I think I can keep my need for his attention moderate. Like I said, companionship and sex a few times a week, if I'm lucky, but I don't know the two of you that well. I don't know what you need."

"I have Tim," she said, with a touch of pride, as though that answered the question. 

"Right, but you're going to need Philip too."

"Frankly, I need Mei Chun more than I need Philip."

"Hmmm."

"Don't believe me?" She said it with a sharper tone than she had intended. 

"No. I mean, I believe you think so. I just know how masculinity affects me and was wondering if it affected you in the same way."

Karla had moved around to her side and was running the outside of her well oiled forearm along the left side of Ai's spine. 

"For me," Ai continued, "Philip is irresistible. He's attractive in the magnetic sense. I'm drawn to him. He's like," she gave a little shiver, "security and warmth and safety. But he's also powerful and takes charge. And he's like a machine." 

"Mei keeps telling me that. Did you have women clients, Ai?"

Ai noticed the change in Karla's voice, a new stress had arisen. 

"Oh yeah, a couple. They were some of my favorites. I was amazed how they usually liked it rough. Like, just loved me ramming three fingers into them as fast as I could. One had me fist her... which was an interesting experience."

"Eeeww."

"Nah. It's not bad. My hands are tiny. I've never had it done to me but she got off like I've never seen."

"Until Mei Chun."

"Right! I mean dang she is crazy! Have you seen them together?"

"Not yet." 

"Last night was nuts. I thought I had seen it all but she passed out, like, literally. He just kept rocking her from below, slow as a turtle, in and out, until she was groaning like a cat having kittens. He moved his hands along her body and I joined in, I couldn't resist, and I guess it was because he was so slow or something but when he grabbed her nips... well, she exploded. She said she went to this... like... Orangeland or something. She said she could see her body on the bed while we did her. And the number thing!"

"What number thing?"

"Oh. Don't you know?"

"Know what?"

Ai realized she didn't and retreated. It wasn't her place to say. "The number of times she comes. It's like crazy."

Karla thought it odd to describe multiple orgasms as, 'that number thing,' but let it slide. "God, I can't believe I missed it."

"You're going to come along whether Tim is going to or not." Ai wasn't asking. 

"I've already decided that, yeah."

"Makes you feel bad?"

"Yep. Like a real slut. Following where my pussy wants to take me."

"You're young Karla and Philip is an amazing guy."

"Yes. Handsome, confident and oh so stinking rich."

"You like money?"

"As much as the next girl," she said rubbing Ai's thin yet strong shoulders. "I don't love it for itself but for the life it makes possible. I've never been a gold digger."

"Good, I've never liked 'em."

"But he is... like, really, really rich. Tim works at his accounting firm, which is such a coincidence, and ..."

Ai lifted up and turned her head. "Don't tell me a number, Karla. Ok, please..."

"Ok... ok, sorry."

"No... I don't mean to be a bitch but I just don't want to know, ok?" She returned to lay flat and put her head in the cushion, "I just don't want to think of him as... I just don't want to think about it."

"I understand. Now that you mention it, I wish I didn't know either."

Ai, changed the subject. "Do you love Mei, Karla?"

"Yes, I really do. I didn't think it was possible a couple of weeks ago but something is so special about her. I feel this smoldering... like... desire for her and I can't stop thinking about her."

"I'm sorry I took her place."

"Oh don't be, it's okay, I should probably settle down a little bit and let Tim make up his mind," Karla said as she began massaging her hips and noticed Ai arch her back which lifted her butt a little. "How about you, Ai? You're really into women aren't you?"

"Yep."

"So am I. It was a game before but I just love the..." she halted, searching for the right word.

"Camaraderie?"

"You know, that's exactly the word. The sense of togetherness, you know. I mean, it's sexy but in a different kind of way. I think, it's like being super close friends and sharing everything. Y'know, like, sharing thoughts and smiles and then... then the emotion part kicks in. It's like a switch clicks in my head and the need... like, I can feel the change and I just want to touch her. Then, next thing I know I've got my tongue in her mouth and our eyes are closing.

"I can see why some girls are girl only."

"It's gonna be like that, Karla, and a whole lot more. I mean, with Philip in the mix it gives us a whole different dynamic. And last night was so special. I didn't know it could be like that."

"First threeway?"

"Nah. But I never loved the other people. Well, not like that. It was spiritual, you know? Like sex was definitely there but we shared ourselves. Know what I mean?"

Karla did know conceptually but not viscerally.

Ai continued, "It was fabulous. And I know what you mean about friendship. The three of us are gonna pal around, like... all the time. We'll be inseparable. I can already see it happening with Mei Chun and me. We kid that we're like sisters."

"I know."

She heard the uncertainty in her voice. "Oh, don't be that way. There is more than enough of Mei Chun to go around and we all have to share. And sharing makes things better. I mean, I don't even want to claim all of Philip. I thought it was the hottest thing I ever saw watching her blow him last night."

Karla listened with half of her mind while the other half was occupied feeling Ai's skin.

"The desire to own something," Ai explained, "is the desire to control something, and you can never control love, not that way. Ask a cat owner."

"Huh?"

"Never had a cat, then?"

"Nope."

"Everyone should have a cat. They take from you without care for your feelings and give to you regardless of your mood. They are the perfect pet, and have you ever seen an animal that knew how to enjoy the sensual things of life like a cat? The way they purr, the way they writhe in ecstasy when you stroke them? If I return to this life after whatever death is in store for me, make me a cat to a loving master."

"You move like a cat," Karla said, stroking her behind, concentrating on the nearly invisible downy hairs and the firmness of the flesh beneath.

"I've been told that, and an Asian Catwoman would be sexy so that's fine with me."

##########

Mei entered the spa and browsed around the hair care display. She noticed Kenisha checking someone out and turned her back. She wasn't angry at her so much as disappointed that someone would try naked blackmail like that. It wasn't until much later that the irony occurred to her. 

Reading the blurb on a bottle of thigh cream she heard a voice behind her and saw Kenisha standing with her hands clasped together. 

"I'm sorry?" Mei said because whatever it was the the black girl had said wasn't very loud. 

"I asked if we could speak together for a minute."

Mei saw she looked nervous. "Sure," she said.

"I wanted to say sorry..."

"Ok."

"Things haven't been the same between Karla and me since I pulled that stupid move and..."

"It's only been a few days." Mei felt bad that Kenisha was obviously distressed making her confession and couldn't help but feel sympathy. 

"Yeah, I know and I'm lucky she didn't make me quit or start... " She changed gears, "Hey, want a massage? Karla's got your friend in there and I talk better when I'm rubbing."

"Sure," Mei said, always ready for a bit of sensual indulgence. 

She followed Kenisha to the desk where she made a scribble on the appointment book and turned to head for the other changing room. She looked up at the third girl on duty and said, "Got a last minute, Tammy. You got it here?"

Getting a wave from her coworker, Kenisha walked on through to the smaller massage room and said, "Take off your clothes and come in."

##########

Tim and Philip left the restaurant at eight thirty and it seemed to both of them that progress had been made. 

"Want another beer?" Philip offered as they stepped outside. 

"You buying?"

"Yep."

What prompted his question was the presence of a bar directly across from the restaurant and Philip's feeling that Tim was ready to trust him. If he invested a little more time now perhaps things would go more smoothly. The final half hour of dinner conversation had been on a shared love of football and women. They had both been Forty-Niners fans since childhood, loved the Montana era and had hopes for the new season. Then they talked of cheerleaders they didn't have. 

In the bar they took a booth against the wall. 

"So, what's it like?" asked Tim.

"Well," he didn't like talking about himself and especially if it was about his money, "I always had it really. By the time I was born dad had made a lot. It's not like he let me have much. I wasn't spoiled that way. He didn't even buy me a car, made me work for it. But I always knew it was there. I always knew his money would be there if something went wrong in my life. He did pay for college, which was nice, but I never got a credit card or... I mean not even much of a budget my first year in school. I lived poorer than my roommate."

Tim was drinking and listening. This was what he needed, to see Philip as a person and not just some greedy near billionaire. 

"Not that I wasn't a prick. Even though I couldn't buy a round for my friends I acted like I was better than them in subtle ways that, looking back, I'm ashamed of. So when he died I was unprepared. It happened around my time in prison... you know about that right?"

"Yeah. No escaping Google for you I'm afraid."

"Yeah, well... now you understand why my privacy is so important to me. Why I don't go out much and why I don't spend my father's money."

"I didn't look into your account today. My guess is what was online was probably mostly accurate." He took another long pull on his beer that finished the bottle. "I've never known someone who had a Wikipedia page."

"Yeah. I keep trying to delete it but some asshole keeps reverting what I delete."

"So this recent, how do you say it? ...interest in gathering up a stable of pretty women to live with you. Has it been a lifelong fantasy or just an inspiration."




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 24



Philip heard the derision and jealousy in the question but chose not to let it bother him. "Neither. It started simply with meeting Mei Chun and being smitten by her. Then she met Karla and I met Ai and it just seems to be snowballing out of control."

"Poor guy," Tim said in mock sympathy, then, after a pregnant pause, started to laugh. Philip joined in, seeing that it was genuine. "You really are one lucky motherfucker. You know that, Philip?"

"Yeah, I won't deny it. What would you do with the money?"

"Big houses, fast cars, start a foundation to make me feel better. Then I'd take a trip around the world with Karla and my folks. I'd propose to her on top of a mountain and get married in some cathedral in Italy and fly in all our friends."

"Sounds nice," Philip said, and he meant it. 

"So why do you live in an abandoned hardware store and drive an old Range Rover?"

"First cause it's a great car and second because I like my place. It's a bit cold but it has some personal meaning to me and I've got lots of space."

"Are you going to let the girls change you?"

Philip knew what he meant. "Sure. I need changing, my life hasn't been that great recently. Before meeting Mei."

"Oh?"

"Don't sound surprised. You can't think that money really makes you happy right? Like you can roll in a mattress covered in hundreds and you'll be filled with joy."

"Philip, that suite makes me feel great, the room service and how polite everyone has been. It's a lifestyle that is conducive to a certain happiness."

"It doesn't last. It's an illusion. A pleasant one on occasion but when you realize it's an illusion it takes the fun out of it. Like knowing how a magic trick is done."

Tim felt, for the first time, that he knew what Philip meant. It made him seem more human and despite himself, he felt some measure of sympathy. "Thank god you're not famous."

"I know... I couldn't take it. I don't know how actors stand it. Can you imagine being Tom Cruise? I wouldn't wish that on anyone."

Tim ordered another beer as Philip hit the halfway mark on his and declined. Tim talked about buying the Forty-Niners or a yacht and cruising down the pacific coast. Philip knew this kind of talk and it didn't interest him, but for Mei's sake he kept mostly quiet while Tim dreamed. When he had enough he asked, "But what does it do to you? What kind of person do you become when you let spending your dad's money define you."

"I know, I guess. I've heard the tales about sports stars and lottery winners. I always told myself if I were to win the lottery, like a big one, four-hundred million, that the first thing I would do is get a good financial advisor and lock up half of it."

"Like owning a real-estate trust?"

"Yeah, just like that. Going from poor to rich must be great but declining from opulence to poverty must suck."

"Yep, it would, and I'm not going to go that way."

"Mostly because you don't spend anything. Or is that hardware store filled with Rembrandt's?"

"Nope, mostly machine tools."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, I have a thing for tinkering, one of my indulgences."

Over the next couple of beers he told him about tinkering as a child, about building the machine and meeting Ai. He told him of the business they started today.

"You'd better not let that get out."

"What?"

"The fuck machine business. It would be right there on your Wikipedia page and covered in the gossip column in a minute. 'Billionaire Makes Fuck Machines.'"

"Yeah, you're right. I'll talk to my lawyer and make sure we get a PO box. Thanks for the reminder."

"No problem."

It was eleven thirty and Philip wanted to go but Tim didn't. He was just shy of drunk and was enjoying himself. They agreed on one more.

#########

Even though her mind was thinking about Mei her hands were thinking about the naked lovely body they were stroking. Ai was indeed, to Karla's experienced eye, perhaps even more iconically the slim, pretty Asian girl that had drifted past her mind's eye for so long. And her face, so haunting and captivating. Were that she herself had a face like hers, the Irish equivalent, of course she would have gone into modeling or films. Not that she didn't have offers but none that were more than a horny guy with a camera. No, Ai had that money face, the one Vogue would go into debt to have on their cover. And such a tight little ass, so fucking squeezable and just right there, right in her grasp: the perfect little Asian ass. 

"Karla?"

She nearly leapt backward at the interruption that had traveled from her hands and invaded her mind. She felt Ai's message immediately. The tone of her voice was the one used to reject an advance as gingerly as possible. She had used it herself on many occasions. Her hands had stayed too long on her behind or perhaps it was the caressing of the front side of her hips.

"I know. I'm..."

"No, it's not that... and for heaven's sake don't say sorry. I was just hoping that, well, that we could..."

"Humm?"

"I was thinking that maybe we could make a night of it. You know, like, dinner and a maybe go somewhere?"

"I..."

"Cause it's been, like, kinda.. well for me lately... being, you know, my job?"

"Oh!" Karla remembered at that moment that until a couple of days ago Ai had been fucking for money in one hour shifts. "I am so sorry, Ai."

"Yeah, well it's just that I'd like it to be slow and not rushed. Y'know. Not some quickie."

"I didn't think. God, I am sorry. I didn't remember and of course you're right."

Ai relaxed her muscles again.

"It's just," Karla said with relief that she was only being postponed and not rejected, "you have such a cute little butt."

"It is adorable, isn't it?" she giggled.

"Then you know how pretty you are?"

"Yeah, I'm really lucky that way. And you do too."

"I guess," Karla said digging in her shoulder again. 

"Listen. We would both be playing a game if we thought or said otherwise and games like that don't do anything for me. I'm grateful for being attractive and I really like it. Y'know, the way it makes you feel? It's nice and I always make sure I don't abuse it. There is nothing I can't stand more than a pretty girl who uses her looks to take advantage of a guy, like, make him treat her special."

"Didn't you toy with your food a bit. Y'know, as an escort. Something to keep it fun?"

"Oh, it was almost always fun. But I had a serious job to do."

Karla cocked her head at that, 'Serious? Hooker?' "Explain."

So Ai did, telling her basically what she had told Philip the night before about being a guy's outlet and his object, if only just for an hour."

"Damn," Karla sighed, "you make it sound so good, and yes, serious at the same time."

"Loved it. Nearly every time."

"Did you ever fake?"

"No way. At first I was so keyed up I came, like, when the guy ate me."

"They went down on you?" For some reason that surprised Karla.

"Each and every one."

"Black guys too?"

"That is so totally a myth."

"And the huge dicks?"

"Mostly myth but a few were more salami than sausage."

"Really?" Karla said, the forthright fascination in her voice causing her a bit of an embarrassment. 

"Yeah, really and I felt sorry for them and had to hide how uncomfortable it was. At least a first."

Karla pictured the big black dildo her massage partner had when she would visit her place after class. She imagine it swinging before a big strapping black man while he lined it up to sink into this little girl.

"Then?"

"Awesome, really. I was tempted to give them their money back."

Karla briefly considered a change of career which left her mind too busy to ask another question.

"But I'm glad that's all over now."

"Philip?"

"Oh yeah. He is totally the one. Know what I mean?"

"Fuck!" she huffed in frustration, "when am I ever going to get his dick inside me? You girls make him sound like fucking God's gift."

"He is. He's God's gift to me at least and he's Mei's savior. Which is the same thing, I guess."

The massage continued and Karla tried to make up for the failed sexual advance but her thoughts didn't help. She wondered what kind of girl she was becoming and what this new sexual freedom was going to cost her. She had once, not long ago, been more restrained in her desires but now she looked at people and judged them first on their sexual potential. She found herself watching the members enter the gym and instantly sum them up looking at this woman's hips or that guy's legs. She felt the approaching nymphomania as one would a warming dawn and it concerned her for just a moment. 'Fuck. Might as well dive in head first,' she figured and refocused her attention on the body beneath her. 

##########

"So, this is her," Tim said as he handed his phone for Philip to see.

"Wow... nice," he said then selected another picture of the statuesque blond. "Tatiana huh?"

"Yeah, great reviews."

Philip turned the phone sideways to get a better look at the escort splayed out on a bed, her hair artfully cascading to the floor. "She looks like a model." He noticed her breasts riding high on her chest and knew they had to be fake, not that he would comment. 

Five minutes previous the conversation had reached the point where Philip had asked him who he thought his first girl would be and Tim had confessed that he spent an hour at lunch googling for escorts in the Bay Area.

"I didn't know it would be so easy. I mean, just a few searches and, like, a whole new world opened up. There are, like, agencies and independents and review sites... did you know that?"

"The internet changes everything."

"Yeah, no shit."

"So she's going to be your first?"

"I think so, yeah."

"Email me the link and I'll have Ai do whatever she does and get you an appointment."

"Shit," Tim said, "I can't believe I'm gonna cheat on Karla."

"Well..." Philip began but Tim interrupted. 

"I know. I mean, I know, but it still... I'm still gonna have sex with another woman and, I dunno... it feels weird that she knows it's gonna happen." He looked Philip dead in the eye and said, "And... in a way... really fucking hot."

##########

Mei was down on her front, face in the pad enjoying her first real massage at the spa listening to Kenisha's mea culpa. She was right. She spoke much more loquaciously with her hands on someone's body. She had left her panties on, not quite sure what real people did in a massage like this and not wanting her to think she was too much of a slut. 

"So, I didn't mean to hurt her," Kenisha said, "I never would have gotten her fired."

"Then why d'ya do it?"

"Revenge."

"What?! Revenge for what?"

"Oh, I don't want to talk about it really."

Mei lifted and turned and saw Kenisha look down briefly and glance at her breast. "Spill it Kenisha, it's just getting interesting." She turned back and saw her glance again. 

"I don't want to bother you with it and it's private."

"You heard me coming on that recording you made and me tell her I loved her. You owe me."

"Yeah. True. Ok... Don't tell her ok?"

"Ok. For one week my lips are sealed."

"Not a week."

"Yep. Remember you owe me and things are moving fast around here. A week's like a month for me right now. Now start talking and keep rubbing. Revenge for what?"

"For you."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, well. I... well, kinda..."

"No!" Mei spun around again, "you too?"

Kenisha looked embarrassed. "Not like full time or anything. Really it's just been a hobby... no, not a hobby, I mean, like, a curiosity." She stepped back from the intensity with which Mei was looking at her. It had always been her secret. "I've never..."

"Does she know?"

"No. No one does. I've never actually done it."

"Are there any straight women in San Francisco anymore?" It was, obviously a rhetorical question. "Well shit, Kenisha, there's an easy fix for that problem. Just start stroking her ass one day or slide her a note to meet you in the massage room to check the towels."

"I couldn't do that. I'm too shy."

"You blackmailed her for god's sake!"

"Yeah, but that's different."

"Get back to rubbing me and tell me how it's different."

For a couple minutes they spoke of her girl crush on Karla and how her with Mei had made her jealous. Mei could tell she was thinking about Karla and Ai in the next room over. 

"Don't feel bad Kenisha. Listen. You need to tell her. She'll understand; it's kinda romantic."

"Ya think so?"

"Hell yeah. That's how Philip got me."

"I can't. She won't talk to me about anything but the schedule. She doesn't trust me. I've fucked everything up."

"I guess, so but you can fix it. You can't stay angry at someone licking your pussy."

"Yeah but I probably won't do that well either."

"Never done it?"

"No, I told you. I've watched enough porn to go blind but I've never had the chance."

"Hmmmm," Mei hummed, pondering the new information and thought, 'We don't have a black girl yet.'

Kenisha, now that her hands were busy and the worst was revealed, gushed on and on about her history as a maybe, sometimes, only for Karla, kind of lesbian. And as she listened with interest she discovered that, for some reason she didn't understand, she had no interest in sex this evening. It wasn't a first but it was unusual. She wondered, in an uncomfortable moment of self-reflection, if she was responding to some hitherto hidden racism. It wasn't that she didn't find Kenisha attractive; from her first visit she had admired the black girl's body, but racism was subtle and insidious, or so she was led to believe. 

Perhaps it was that she had finally, with two lovers and a third in Paris, had as many as was practical and had no need for more. Maybe it was the recent anger with her at blackmailing her friend or maybe she was coming down with the flu. Whatever the cause she simply had no desire other than to receive the wonderfully sensuous strokes to her skin, the kneading of her muscles and to listen to her story. 

Kenisha had to admit to her own reluctant conscience that she was relieved to be confessing to the slim prone woman with the lovely skin. She was glad to discover she wasn't the bitch she had assumed she was, or rather, that her jealousy had convinced her she was. She was actually kind of sweet if rather brusk. She found her attractive in that way Asian women were but didn't find herself compelled to think of her sexually. She wondered if it was racist of her to not find the desire to have sex with her as she did with Karla. Was it racism if you didn't want to lick a naked Asian girl with the same intensity you wanted to with a pale-skinned, redheaded white girl? She would have to ask someone; the algebra of racism was too complex to calculate at the moment.

"So she started me thinking about girls, which was way too weird, and then it just sort of grew and grew."

"And you never did anything about it?"

"I'm shy."

Her new fascination with women, in particular Karla, had been disturbing to her. She did think lesbianism was wrong; she had been taught from kindergarten that same-sex relationships were every bit as valid as mixed-sex ones, but still she thought it kinda strange in the 'not good' way. After all it was self-evident that men and women had parts designed perfectly to fit together. It was just that, until the fascination took hold, she thought it mildly gross. Then again, the joys of getting a dick shoved inside her body wasn't unambiguous at that point in her life either. 

Contrary to most of the accounts she had heard from friends, Kenisha's first sexual experience was wonderful. It was at the hands of her older brother's best friend and he had been gentle, polite, concerned for her enjoyment, in short a real gentleman. He took the time to eat her out, which was fantastic, and then, when the time was just right, inserted himself in slowly, constantly asking for feedback. It did hurt a bit and she didn't come from that first penetration but his slow movements and reassuring words allowed her nerves to quiet. She remembered getting tremendous emotional enjoyment and self-validation from the encounter and as he was gently rocking himself into her, felt really warm and good. It was a hurdle that was cleared and behind her, she felt more mature and desired. 

She rewarded the tall, skinny Calvin with a summer full of sex; great sex, sex that was emotional and fulfilling for both of them. But it ended when he went back to college. Oh, they kept in touch and he had prepared her for the separation with sweet reminders that things were going to change. He even urged her to find his 'replacement' and gave her a gift of a vibrator, teaching her how to use it in one of their more memorable sessions. And although she had dated plenty of guys, she had never found his equal since.

"So," Mei Chun said, turning over for a rub on her front, "do you think it's a phase... this crushing on Karla?"

"Probably. I mean, I don't fantasize about getting married or anything like that. I mean, I want kids and all but..." She tapered off until Mei prompted with a "hmmmm?" "Well, I think it's physical. I just get so damned.... 'ummmphf'" she grunted a sound that she figured would express what she could not find words for.

"I know exactly what you mean. Like, 'damn that ass of hers!'"

"Right! Like what I wouldn't give to feel my hands slide down that smooth white skin."

"I hear ya," Mei said, "So you have a week."

"No, please!"

"Please nothing. I'm gonna force you to come clean and see what happens." She saw the pleading look in Kenisha's eyes, so white against her dark black face. "C'mob, Kenisha. I mean, it's not like the rest of us wouldn't understand." 

They finished the massage a few minutes later and both felt better about one another.

##########

"I will, and thanks for the massage," Ai said after a quick kiss on the cheek. 

"Don't mention it. I'm always good for a rub." She winked at Ai who giggled and punched her in the shoulder.

The massages were over and the four women stood together a few feet from the entrance. They exchanged light and friendly goodbyes. Mei and Ai turned to leave but the moment they stepped over the threshold Mei Chun let go Ai's hand and strode with purpose toward a young woman leaving with a gym bag over her shoulder. 

Karla, who was only a step beside her, walked forward two steps to stand beside Ai. "What's she doing?"

Ai watched Mei and knew exactly what she was doing. "Part of project Philip, I suspect."

The two watched, Ai with detached curiosity and Karla with a mix of admiration and jealousy, as Mei, her best smile making the overhead lighting unneeded, spoke with the young woman. 

"She looks like your little sister, if you have one," Ai observed. 

"I've never been happier that I don't," Karla replied noting the girls red hair.

Mei had, it seemed to Ai, chosen well. The girl was fit, like swimmer fit and a bit shorter, probably five-three. But the reason Mei went for her in a shot was how beautiful and young her face looked. As she grinned with Mei's approach and subsequent banter she displayed the kind of openness everyone liked. 

"What's she saying?"

"Oh, probably just, 'Hi, haven't seen you here. Where did you get that purse?' kinda thing."

"Not, 'Come and join our harem. Master's got a magic tool?'"

Ai chuckled, more because it was expected than for the humor. "Could be. I have a feeling she is saying whatever is most effective."

The girl nodded several times in quick succession and said good bye with a smile that seemed to reach out at its intended recipient. 

Mei walked back with a pep in her gait and a grin on her lips. 

"Saw her last week and had to say 'hi' again."

"Candidate?" Ai asked.

"You bet. See how gorgeous she is? Names Kiki, from the Netherlands. Sexy little thing."




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 24



"Boyfriend?" Karla asked.

"Not yet!" Mei winked, took Ai's hand again and blew Karla a kiss as she headed for the elevators. 

Turning, Karla caught Kenisha's eye and felt again how she missed being best friends. And as she thought about the growing numbers of women she was going to have to fight to get a piece of Philip she wondered if Kenisha might be a candidate too.

*

My great thanks to Dan Kildall, John Wane & Michael for their tireless work to fix up broken prose with far too few commas.  Thanks guys... your the best... or is that you're?  ;)



From Jenny to Mei Ch. 25



It was well after one when Philip, feeling surprisingly spry and alert, returned from his evening with Tim. As the night had progressed and the alcohol accumulated in his bloodstream, he felt a developing sympathy for the younger man. It wasn't difficult to understand his predicament; some rich guy was swooping in to dazzle his girlfriend and spirit her off to live in his castle. Yet, the reality was different. Firstly, it was Mei doing the dazzling. Secondly, Karla wanted to be swept away and his loft wasn't a castle.

He opened the steel mesh-covered outer door as quietly as he could, thinking the grating needed to be taken off, sandblasted and enameled. It had been good enough for him, but now that Ai lived there it needed to look better. Why he didn't think Mei deserved a better front door didn't occur to him as he stealthily climbed the stairs. 

He found the girls spooned together asleep on the couch, the slightly shorter Ai behind curled like an infant, her nose nestled in Mei's hair at her shoulder, her right arm at Mei's chest, clung to as though Mei feared she would evaporate. Her right leg surmounted Mei's own which was slightly vertical, her hips a bit open, her left leg bent at the knee. 

Philip thought it perhaps the most adorable and sexy thing he had ever seen. It didn't burn with the kind of erotisism of last night in the hotel, which had been so hot he had feared his eyes might scorch. This image showed a subtle warmth, contentment and affection. It was a beautiful thing to see, and, had he been a woman, he would have thought the word 'darling.'

He noticed that Mei, to his surprise, was wearing a black corset thing with red trim in addition to his collar. He had gotten so accustomed to her being naked he thought of it as her uniform and didn't know if he should feel good or bad about her choice to wear something.

Ai had on semi-sheer pink panties that were tight along the curve of her hip. The color of her skin showed through as a different, darker shade of its original hue. He pushed his eyes up to travel over the curve of her hip, visually caressing her flank; soft ridges over her ribcage created a washboard of supple flesh slowly surging with her breath. His eyes docked at her matching bra. One light pink strap lazily bowed to touch the side of her arm. 

Pink wasn't what he expected. White was Ai's best color. White set off her skin the way cream does coffee making the white and black, not grey but... he tried to think of the words for that color to help him know it better. Buff? Tan? Tawny? It was the color of a cardboard box, of freshly sawn cherry wood or toast done on the number three setting, of pancakes glazed with a touch of syrup. It was the delicious color of cream custard and tea with milk. It was the color of the cashmere throw that even now wound between the two of them. 

He had never seen her in pink before and was still unsure if it suited her until he saw her nails. They were fanned out over Mei's forearm as if on display; four soft pink shells at the ends of slender fingers. The tips, he noticed, were of a lighter shade, almost white and the enamel was flawless, like the paint job on a sports car. 

'What does pink mean?' he found himself wondering as he measured the beauty of those digits. 'Pink. It's a young girl's favorite color. It's fun in a frivolous, girl kinda way, but why? What does a girl say when she's in pink?' His mind drifted as he shifted his eyes to nibble on the image of exposed breast flesh shrouded by her pretty pink bra. 'Pretty in pink... peach pink... sunset pink...' Knowing Ai she would know exactly why pink worked for her and what she wanted pink to say. 'Pink is sweet, pink is innocent. It's bubblegum, and flower petals, and cupcake frosting. Pink is tight underwear over naked, peach pink, pussy lips.' And now, with hardly any thought at all, he knew why Ai wore pink. 

And so he stood, quiet and unmoving, for another minute while he emptied his mind and let his adoration have its moment. It felt good to gaze on them, to admire their sleeping forms. Their faces looked so remarkably peaceful and young, as though their slumber made them more innocent, more pure and even more feminine. 

Oddly, sleep didn't change Ai's face the way it seemed to transform Mei Chun's. Seeing Ai as an angel fit in a way that seeing Mei as one did not. Of course, Mei had been, when she was Jenny, a sly, insensitive, manipulative bitch, and Ai, even though she'd been a whore, had probably always been sweet. She was angelic in a way that Mei just could not be. Ai was spirit shining from within a human body but Mei was body; she was earth and moss and thunderstorms. When Mei got hot she glowed the red of raw iron primed for the blacksmith's hammer. She wasn't soulless; quite the contrary. The way she looked at him on occasion, burrowing her feelings into him through the portal of his eyes, let him know she had spirit. Hers was the kind of inner strength that told a man that she brooked no bullshit. Some called what she had an indomitable will, others called it pure bitch. And he liked that part of her, now that it had been sufficiently harnessed and tempered. 

At times he vacillated in his opinion, hesitantly contemplated, of who was the more beautiful. From one minute to the next he would change his view. Mei, perhaps, had a more glorious carriage. Only half an inch or so taller she appeared to be more substantial somehow; more massive in a good way. And as for her face, her chin was slightly more angular, her eyebrows thicker, her lips more plump. She had an ass that was marginally more suited to his tastes, and of course, her breasts were... well, quite frankly, they were perfection. Ideal in proportion, in softness and shape with rounded cherry stones centered in soft brown circles which blossomed goose flesh when aroused. She had the kind of tits pre-pubescent girls would sacrifice their baby brothers for. 

And yet Ai had more, what could be called, inner beauty manifest at her surface. She had everything that Mei did in terms of physical beauty, if not in the same measure. But she had more of what the French called je ne sais quoi, that elusive, indefinable characteristic that made more of the parts than was accountable by their sum. 

They both had radiant smiles more common to children of four or five than young women of twenty. And yet Ai was naturally happier than Mei and brightened her surroundings more freely. 

In short, Ai was pink and Mei was red. One was a young model traipsing over a hill wearing a light summer dress that fluttered in the breeze, the other a sultry vixen in lingerie tempting a man to his doom. 

His thinking done, he took one last look and whispered within himself his pledge to never neglect them or become complacent. Then he faced the problem before him; in what order should he carry them back to his bed? Which one might be disappointed that he hadn't roused her first? He pondered until he felt stupid for not realizing that Ai wouldn't care about things like that. But, then again, maybe it was just the kind of thing that was most important to her. He shrugged. 'Can one ever really know the mind of a woman?' Yet he didn't really have a choice given the position they were in. 

He knelt in front of the couch and moved a wisp of ink black hair from Mei's face. Her eyes opened, her cheeks formed a sleepy smile, then she blinked a few times and wrapped her arms around his neck. He gently hoisted her from Ai's embrace and carried her silently away from the couch.

"Like it?" she whispered and gestured with her eyes to her lingerie.

"Almost better than naked."

As he set her on the bed she gave him a quick kiss and apologized for falling asleep, whispering how they had planned a nice welcome home scene for him but they just couldn't hold the pose any longer. "I can only stare at her pussy for so long before I have to give it a little lick. Sorry."

He smiled a reply as he lay her on the bed.

"Go do her on the couch before you come back. I think she's got one more in her."

"Get some sleep," he said and undressed her. With a kiss to her forehead he left the room. 

~~~~~

He woke Ai with caresses to her leg. Eyes still closed, she purred an 'mmmm' sound from deep within her throat then groggily turned onto her belly with a sexy groan and a drowsy smile. She lifted her tummy for the pillow he stuffed beneath her hips and didn't say a word as he hooked his fingers in the gap between the waistband and her flesh at the center of her upturned rump. 

'Ummm yeah. Just what I need,' she thought with pleasant anticipation; an effortless fuck was exactly what she wanted. To be pushed into, to be stuffed, to feel his weight press upon her and his thumbs to lift her butt cheeks the way he liked to do. To liberate some deep moans of pleasure and give him a warm, wet place to leave his seed would be the ideal end to the evening. 

She felt him pull her panties down and reflected that she picked the right pair, the pink ones; of course she could not miss the opportunity to paint her nails and toes the identical 'lovie dovie' shade Mei had in her junk. She knew he would figure out the pink symbolism, that she was affection and tenderness, feminine in a sweet rather than sultry way. Sweet offered love while sultry demanded something in return. She wanted him to know that she required nothing of him, that she was all offer and no demand. And pink might make him feel a bit wicked, like she was pristine and virginal, something too delicate to despoil. And then she wanted him to fuck her so hard her teeth rattled. 

"Uh huh," she encouraged when she felt his stiffness rub along the valley of her vulva and tickle her clit. At moments like this she reflected on love and how sweet it was. The feel of his dick gliding on her pussy caused her to consider how it was God's compensation for the difficulties of life. 

"I fucking love pink!" he said in a gravelly voice that showed just how enthusiastic he had become for the color. "Sweet, fucking pink!" 

His dick nuzzled at the mouth of her vagina. 

"Wet pink," she groaned as his head pushed in.

"Fucking - sopping - sweet - squishy pink."

She giggled for a second then turned her voice back to a sexy growl. "Hot..."

"Damn yes, hot. Hot, dripping, sweet..."

"Pink tunnel. Pink vagina. Say it..."

"What?"

"Say vagina!"

"Goddamn - good - tight - pink... Fucking..."

"Say it!"

"Not yet."

"It's gonna make you come. Just the word, isn't it? Saying vagina while you're seven inches inside me."

He grunted in agreement or ecstasy, she couldn't tell. 

"Shoving that glorious love stick in me. Think of it, Philip, picture it. Long, hard covered in that sheath of soft dick skin."

"Uhnng."

"My mèimèi (pussy) loves that dick. She's addicted to this feeling."

"She can have all she wants."

Like a popped balloon she exclaimed, "Really? 'Cause she wants a lot."

"Ummph," he grunted. 

"Like, a lot! Can I make a standing appointment for one p.m? Just set a reminder in your phone; 'it's one o'clock, time to fuck Ai,'?"

"Everyday?" He knew she was serious.

"Don't worry, baby. I've got a regimen I'm working on for you."

"A regimen?"

"Yeah, a training routine, y'know? Like... Ouff!" she sounded like a train being rammed in the caboose when he hit her hard like that. "... like exercises and vitamins and some ancient Vietnamese secrets. You'll be a stud in no time. Not that you aren't already."

"Your stud?"

"Mine, Mei Chun's, doesn't really matter." He sunk deep again distracting her thoughts. She mumbled something incoherent that sounded vaguely Vietnamese 

"And I'm gonna have to do the both of you every day?"

"The prospect unpleasant to you? Hmmm, Master?"

"No, it's just..."

"Just leave it to me. My grandma was a witch. Did I tell you that?"

"Ai, I'm in the middle of..."

"I know, I like talking with you while you're jabbing me with that thing."

"So, a witch, huh?" 

"Yep! More like a Bà phù thủy but there's no good translation. My daddy's momma was responsible for the fertility of a whole province. Mom told me that fine French ladies from the colonial capital used to come by our house for her treatments."

"Did they work?"

"Uff!" Ai grunted as he hit her deep again. "Hell yeah! Ugh... oohh yes, damn, she absolutely loves that dick."

"Your grandma?"

"My mèimèi. It's like it was made for me... but, of course, it was." She changed back to her conversational tone when he moderated his thrusts. "Anyway, they worked, of course they did."

"And did she pass on her secrets?"

Ai looked back at him, twisted her body, reached back to grasp her right ass cheek with her right hand. "Look down and tell me what you see."

He did look down but didn't have the concentration to comment. 

"I've got my man drilling his glorious dick into my soft, sweet, pink vagina. I'm doing ok without any of grandma's secrets."

"Good point."

"Time to really fuck me, okay?"

"Right," he said and grasped her hips and shifted gears. 

She let a full minute go by only vocalizing her pleasure, then said, "It's not a muscle y'know. It's a chamber... ughhh... two chambers actually. Long thick tubes full of your... ughhh, um yeah, Philip, just like that... your blood." 

He noticed her shiver a bit when she said 'blood'.

"Think of the pressure! It's got to be like three or four pounds a square inch. I mean, ... dang, God I love that dick... normal blood pressure is like one-twenty over eighty which is..."

Philip put both thumbs at the center of her tight little butt cheeks and his fingers spread out over the small of her back. He lifted with them and raised the meat of her cheeks. He enjoyed the sight; his wet cock disappearing inside her vagina, her inner labial lips being pulled away from her body when he drew out. 

"... like, one PSI... Ugh...! Deep, so deep!... is, like fifty-two millimeters of mercury... I so like your dick!!" He jabbed her hard and pressed himself all the way forward to push at her cervix, "... is, like double that when you're hard. Oh, damn I love it when you nudge it like that! But not too hard, okay?"

"So tell me about granny." He was interested and since they had some of their best conversations like this didn't think it awkward in the least. It had the added benefit of prolonging their lovemaking and he enjoyed trying to knock her off her flow. 

"Didn't ever meet her... died years before, when they... still there."

"Still where?"

"Whereya'think? Ugghf! Dang boy, trying to poke my kidney? Vietnam."

"Got a picture?"

"Home... mantle piece."

"Pretty as a girl?"

"They say... Ouff! Careful!"

"Sorry. Pretty?"

"Yeah, said she was famous. Don't think grandpa was the... Ummm, that spot right there. Right deep and up toward my belly. Like that."

"My dick doesn't bend that way."

"Just... well how did you hit..? just do it... yes... right like... oh-mmmmm."

"You were saying she didn't just fuck gramps."

"Mom won't say exactly... just that..." She went quiet again, letting her mind concentrate on his movements inside her. She rolled her hips to angle his cock toward that spot. 

"Did witches..." he asked.

She didn't want to be disturbed at this point but listened with a smidgen of her concentration. 

"... you know?"

She lifted her ass just that extra millimeter, which was just enough. "OhmaGod... that's the spot!" Her neck arched as she scrunched her eyes closed and luxuriated in his penetration. 'Nail me! Nail me,' she thought, 'fucking hit that spot again.'

But he didn't, he chose that moment to shift his knees and prompted her for an answer. 

"Kinda, but not in the way you might think."

Having become more comfortable he slowed his tempo, still curious to see if prostitution ran in her family. The adjustment allowed her to gather her thoughts.

"Sex and love and life are different in Asia. She had responsibilities. That's what momma called it."

"To fuck around?"

"To cure men, sometimes. That's what I understood it to mean. And to teach women how to get the most from their men."

He took a moment to file away the ideas he was having. Maybe Ai was more enchantress than she knew. Maybe it skipped generations. He'd think about it later. Now it was time to bring things to a finish and put her to bed. 

He started driving harder, picking up the tempo and grunting an exclamation at the end of each stroke. "Ughh-god, Ughh-baby, Ughh-Ai."

She tried to line him up but he wasn't taking her signals. He'd entered that phase she knew so well, the one where men left most thought at the curb. She didn't mind and rather than focus on her own pleasure, rather than try to adjust his glide to hit that spot again, she concentrated on his impending orgasm. 

"Pink," she whispered. 

"Pink," he answered and began to grumble it with each drive of his hips.

"Pink!" she said louder.

"Pink. So pink."

"Pink, deep in my pink..."

"Pink. Fucking, perfect pink." he said.

"I'm pink. So your pink... your pretty pink pussy." 

"Fucking - perfect - pink - pussy."

"My sweet... pink... pussy." She fought the urge to cry. "Tight sweet pink peach." Emotions tended to overwhelm her when the strength of their connection got this intense; and she loved a crying orgasm. 

"Pink!"

"What flavor?" she asked, "What flavor am I?"

"Sex." He thumped into the tops of her thighs with his own. "Fucking sex flavor."

"Unmmng."

"Sweet..." he moaned. 

"Hot!?"

"Goddamn hot 'n sweet ..."

"... juicy..." 

"... juicy fucking peach flavored sex! Light, fresh peach. You're peach, so fucking perfect pink peach."

"Fuck my peach, Philip! Ram my sweet, sopping peach cunt!"

"Uggh...GOD."

"Yes!" Ai screamed. "Yes. Do it! Gimme that cream!"

"Oh... f.f..fuck."

"Say it!"

"Sweet, juicy, peach vagina!"

"Come in my hot pink vagina, Philip!" She growled in a deep voice as though the soul of Lauren Bacall possessed her body. She arched her back even further, looked over her shoulder at him and said, "Aim for that little hole in my backstop and squirt that cum in my womb!"

(He had never heard the term 'backstop' used for cervix before and thought it appropriate.)

"Aaahhhhggrrr AI!!" 

He stopped pumping, lunged to grasp the couch arm and pulled his body forward to cram his dick head into her 'backstop' He felt it, that soft little sponge at the end of her cunt and as he unloaded time and again his mind could not refuse the image of the two holes aligning, his cock spurting past that ring of flesh and right into the unknown depths of her uterus. 

His contractions seemed to Ai to reverberate inside of her. She echoed them with a squeeze of her kegle muscles and moaned, "Peaches 'n cream, peaches 'n cream."

She loved it but Ai didn't come, which was fine. Even one of the big ones he gave her wouldn't improve the moment. He was coming, giving her that instant she treasured most; when she could see the look of anguished love on his face, the grimace of ecstasy, as he throbbed inside her. It wasn't her imagination, she could sense the exchange between their eyes, their souls. 'Sex is magic,' she thought as she envisioned his spurting cock gush into her womb. 

Spent, he fell along her back. 

She began to coo with contentment and wiggled her butt as his hot breath swirled through the auricle of her ear. Though she knew just the sounds that men liked at a moment like this she used her throat and closed mouth to express what she felt. Of course they were the same sounds but everything was new with Philip. She'd made the "Ummmm" a hundred times, the sound that said, "You're so the greatest lover in the world." But now the "Ummmm" had an "ahhh" and "Oh my fucking God, I love this guy," sound she'd never made before.




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 25



Although she felt she would explode with he intensity of her love for him she released it in a controlled, gentle, and reassuring whisper: "I love you, Philip."

"Umhp."

"So much love you. Love how you grunt in my ear like that. So totally sexy. Love how you look at me and can't stop thinking about me. Love how you love pink and pussy and peaches."

He humped her a few times more which just added joyful overtones to her sounds of pleasure. 

"Love how you're going to hold my hand and smirk when I flirt with you in public. Love how you feel pride in me for my intelligence."

"The sexiest thing about you."

She snickered softly, "Not by a long shot, but it's sweet."

"Sorry I came so quick," he said when he could.

"Don't be dumb. I loved it."

"Peaches 'n cream?" he chuckled.

She looked back and up at him. "You love food."

She turned over and pulled him down on her, letting the couch take most of his weight. As his cum dribbled out of her, his wet cock nestled between her ass cheeks, she said, "Tell me you're going to do that every day."

"Every day."

"No, tell me."

"I'm going to make love to you every day."

"Promise."

"Do you need to hear my promise?"

"Nah, that's not how promises work. You're the one who needs to hear it."

"Better find gramma's book of spells."

"If I need 'em. My aunt is still alive you know."

"Hmmm."

Rather incongruously she said, "You like it when I come don't you?"

"For me it's the best thing about sex." He noticed her apologetic expression. "Ai, it's not a prerequisite, ok? You don't have to come every time." He leant down to kiss her. "I mean, I love it when you do and if I hadn't been thinking of your..."

"... vagina?" She kissed back. 

"...sweet, hot..." (Kiss)

"... sloppy..." (Kiss)

"... sodden..." (Kiss)

"... squishy..." (Kiss)

"... peach vagina, then I'd have given you the chance."

"I don't need 'em. Not like Mei Chun. I mean, don't get me wrong. It's just that..."

"You like the emotion."

She looked at him with a gaze of mild surprise, admiration and amusement. Her fingers played through his soft, short hair. 

"I'm not totally insensitive, Ai."

"Been reading romance novels?"

"Yep, buy cheap paperbacks by the hundred-weight."

"Economical," she said with a smirky smile, "not cheap." She changed her tone somewhat. "Love me, Philip?"

"Didn't I just..." He nearly didn't catch the signal, the change in attitude. "Yes, I love you."

She saw his brows slant. "I didn't mean it like that. I know you do. I just wanted you to be aware of your feelings."

"You're perfect."

"I'm not perfect."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"You're perfect."

"My tits."

"What about 'em? They're fucking absolutely perfect."

"Pick a new adjective."

"Sublime. Perky. Supple, delectable, a delicious mouthfull of woman's bounty."

"Bounty," she scoffed, "Mei has bounty, damn, Karla, there's bounty. D cup bounty and firm."

"Springs," he said, "Tim says they're on springs."

"You guys had a good talk then? I mean if he's describing his toys to you then things must be all set."

"No. She told me when we got the massage."

"Oh?" she said with disappointment that would have him think she was jealous had it been anyone but her. 

"B, C and D. You'll have a straight."

"Huh?"

"We have to find you an A cup somewhere then you'll have a royal... a royal..."

"Flush."

"Right."

"But we'll need an E too. You know, for like, five card..." He stopped when he noticed the analogy had been played out. 

"Do you like...?"

"What? Huge breasts?"

She looked a bit fragile, which wasn't like her.

"No. Really, I don't. I know some guys like that kinda thing but frankly they are a turn off for me. Great big bags sloshing around a woman's torso do absolutely nothing for me."

"Mei's are beautiful. So... like, Playboy tits."

He had a sense of where her mind was going and said, "If you get a tit job it's all over." He was exaggerating, of course, but he hated them. "I won't have fake tits in my house. Not on a woman I love." He put a hand on her face to make sure she was looking at him and saw the first glimmer of insecurity he'd seen in her eyes. "Your... breasts... are... perfect."

"But Mei's and Karla's..."

"... are perfect too. It's not about how big the bags of fat are, honey. It's who they're connected to."

She smiled and kissed him. 

"And no tattoos. I remember you said what's his name wanted you to get one, but please, please don't."

"Not even your name."

"Especially not my name. Keep your body pure for me honey. It would be like slapping God across the face."

"Ok... I don't like 'em anyway. What else?"

"No drugs."

"Not even a little dope? I mean it's legal now."

"I've seen it destroy too many lives. And legal doesn't mean ok."

She wondered what other prohibitions there might be, more to know his preferences than anything else. 

"I guess you can smoke a joint every now and then. Like once a month or so but do me the favor of asking me, or telling me first, ok?"

"I'd like to get really high with you sometime and just snuggle together in bed for the whole afternoon. It gets me horny. Not crazy horny like Mei Chun but mellow horny like I want to do things for you. You know? Like just lick your whole body for an hour or two."

It sounded nice but Philip gave up dope in prison. Maybe he'd try it again. 

"You look sleepy, Ai. Let me lick your pussy and let you drift off to sleep. I've got to get some work done."

"You say the most heartbreakingly romantic things, Philip. I'd love it."

She ran off to pee, splashed a bit of water on herself to ensure she was clean and quietly crawled on the mattress, careful not to wake Mei. 

He started with graceful, tender strokes along her legs and Ai settled down into relaxation. She had no anticipation of an orgasm, wasn't sure she even wanted one. It was the emotions flowing into her body that were so exquisite, the adoration she felt from him and the care he was taking. She was three quarters asleep when he parted her thighs and began the kisses. Soft, enduring clasping of his lips and short wet licks on her thighs. 

He whispered an unbroken chant of "I love you," between each kiss. It wasn't monotonous though it was the same three words again and again. Each hearing made her heart more full, lowering her ever deeper into the warmth of quiet peace. 

Kissing her mound and nibbling her hair caused no moans to escape her. Even his licking of her lips didn't feel sexual, just lovely and light, calming and tender. 

He stopped finally, a minute after she began snoring like a cartoon princess. He covered her and stood to gaze at them both. "Great God in heaven, what a undeserving slob I am..." he whispered to himself. These were his girls, his lovers. He noticed feeling his love for them as a physical pang. If he lost all his money he'd be fine in the end if he could keep these two.

He dimmed the light by closing the door most of the way, went to his workstation and put in some very productive time, despite the alcohol still in his system and the lateness of the hour. He slept on the couch covered by the throw, not wanting to disturb them.

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The early morning sun forced Sarah to shield her eyes as she pulled into her parking spot at the center. It was the one perquisite of the job, a reserved space with the word 'Director' in faded white paint on the gray tarmac. She often wondered why she, as young as she was, had been given the position. True, she had the requisite training and certificates, but she didn't feel she had the experience for the job. 'Probably couldn't find anyone else,' she thought. She did her job well, she knew that, and a year into the position she had weathered enough calamity and put out enough fires to have confidence in her abilities. 

As she closed the door of her old Mazda she looked toward the entry doors and to her future. With dread and a palpable despair she cursed herself for her self-centered pity and trudged toward the interminable crises of sick children, heartache and mental illness. 

Paradoxically, it was moments like this she most wanted a child of her own. She had no sex preference, both little boys and girls had their charms. She didn't even think about the man that would be necessarily involved in producing one. She wanted a child to love her and one she could give all of her love to. She wanted mornings in the park watching her little one interacting with other kids. She wanted to make adorable little sandwiches with the mayonnaise in a smilie face even if the bread made it invisible. She wanted a doughy little infant suckling her nipple and a tiny, tiny hand grasping at her neck. 

"Morning, Sarah."

She hadn't even seen Mrs. Holloway. 

"Hi, Kathy. Anything...?"

"Nope. All good. Rebecca's been a bit... well, Rebecca, but she's calmed down. Just about to get 'em up."

She watched the older, somewhat nosey and opinionated woman walk away and wondered about her quality as a mother. She did that a lot lately. She didn't like judging others but found it hard to resist, especially with the parents of the children under her care. Most of the kids were born to inner-city minorities or rural whites who didn't have the resources to have them privately institutionalized. They weren't bad parents, not that she could tell, they were just overwhelmed and had that look in the eye of people who'd been ground down by hideous circumstance.

Yet when she felt the mood she was in now she took it out on them, not in a way the parents would notice, it was just that she allowed her private mind to place some of the irrational blame on them. And when she caught herself doing it, blaming blameless parents for their child's misfortune, she hated herself and crawled further into the bag of misery.

But today her mood was caused by simple self-pity which wasn't really part of her nature, or rather the nature of the woman she had grown up being. It made her feel self-indulgent, like she was spoiling herself. Perhaps it had just been too long since she had allowed herself a vacation. True, she had only had the title of Director for a year but she had worked here or at similar facilities for the last five. And in that time she had only a few weeks off. Two and a half of those were spent on that enchanting vacation with Mitch in Bali. It seemed a dream now, having someone to love and give to and while away the days with in that tropical Indonesian paradise. 

'Fuck Mitch!' Her thought was as much pleading as damnation. 'Why couldn't you see? Why didn't you see it was a means to an end. I fucked men to become a nurse, goddammit, to care for people? It wasn't like I did it for the money.' Then her thoughts again turned sour, 'Only to get a job caring for broken children and get ground to powder and live the rest of my life in Bedlam.'

She turned into her office. 

'Not that it was horrible, fucking for tuition, most of the time anyway. And why shouldn't there be something for me?'

"Hi, Sarah. Morning!"

The chipper voice startled her. It had to be Mrs. Reinhold, a volunteer. Only they were happy at eight a.m.

"Gonna check on Sam and Jerome."

"Thanks, Maggie!" She forced a cheer into her voice that she didn't feel because she set the mood for the others. 

Hearing Jerome's name made her think of Mei Chun and thus, of course, Philip. It lead her thoughts to a conversation she had with her last week. She thought she had the young Asian girl figured out until that discussion. 

She saw Mei Chun's strength the day she asked her to stay through the night shift. Mei Chun had impressed her with her unwillingness to be intimidated. She had done well with the challenge, or was it a test? Sarah didn't know, or perhaps she did know but wanted to avoid the guilt of confronting her real motivation for placing the young volunteer into a difficult position. It was probably petty revenge if the truth were told, or some percentage of it was. The remainder was her total fatigue and the desperate need for a few hours in her own bed.

Regardless of her motivation, Mei Chun had done exceedingly well. Firstly by not telling her to fuck off and storming out. She had told her off but then bent her will to the task and Sarah liked that, a lot. It was the call she received the next day that totally bemused her. It phased her so much that she was only now coming to understand the reality of what had happened.

It was perhaps the most oddly disturbing and yet revelatory phone conversation of her life, and it lasted all of fifteen minutes. Mei had been blunt but friendly, even casual, when she summed up Sarah's state of affairs and the feelings swirling around inside her. It felt to Sarah as though she were transparent, Mei Chun watching the conflicts within her like she was a see-through anatomical model in med-school, her organs plastic chunks set together like a 3D puzzle. 

"You're lonely," Mei Chun had said with obvious sympathy.

'No shit,' she thought with a bit of anger.

"Life's wearing on and you're not gonna have what you deserve."

'You're slobbering all over what I deserve,' she wanted to say. 'Getting pinned to the mattress and screaming his name.'

Patiently and with ruthless precision, Mei Chun went on to basically tear her life apart and show her each ghastly piece like it was her internal organs held up for her inspection. She had almost cried sitting there in her office clutching her cell phone with white fingers but for some reason she let her continue. 

"You're never gonna be a momma and soon it's gonna be too late."

She nearly hung up on her at that point. It was too painful, too true and too intimate a conversation to have with her. But just as she was about to disconnect, Mei Chun said, "... Unless ..."

She listened with hardly a word as Mei Chun described her plan. It was stupid, debasing and a three-year-old would see it coming a mile away, but by the time she ended the call with the words, "I really wanna help, Sarah," she knew it was really her only hope. 

##########

Philip awoke, bathed in a warm radiance as the sun lit the wall of glass block. He lay reviewing the work for his clients still remaining from last night and, figuring he took care of what was most pressing, planned out the day's program. 

Mei was up a few minutes later and scolded him for not sleeping with them, saying she didn't want another night without him in her bed. As she made him coffee, Ai bounded out of the bedroom as chipper as the sunshine, eager to get going with the day. "Cappuccino, Ai honey?" she asked, "I've got the hang of this machine now and froth like a pro."

"Super... what's for breakfast? Can I make it?"

"Get out some eggs and I'll make French toast," Philip said, walking to the counter where Mei set down his cup and gave him a peck on the lips. 

"Nah, I got it," Ai said, leaned over for her own kiss then scurried around getting out eggs, vanilla, cinnamon, and half 'n half. "Any peaches, Philip?" she asked with her head in the fridge, knowing with absolute certainty the glow in the smile he would have on his face.

"Peaches..." he droned as though hypnotized by the word. "Fucking sweet, sloppy..."

"Warm, wet..."

"Firm, fuckable peaches."

"What's with peaches?" Mei asked, sensing an inside joke. 

"He did me on the couch after he took you to bed and showed me how much he loved pink."

"Ah... pussy pink peaches. Got it. Told you he couldn't resist you in pink," Mei said. "Pink makes guys horny."

"I thought it made girls feel girly."

"Duh, because it makes guys horny. I mean, hello!? What could make a girl feel sexy more than making a guy horny?"

He couldn't fault Mei's logic then looked at Ai. She nodded her head in silent confirmation that Mei was speaking the truth. 

"Am I that dense?"

She kept nodding her head and gave him a mock pout. "But don't worry. All will be clear."

"Stage three, right?"

"Yep. Where's the flour?"

He pointed to the oven, "It's to the right, but you're making French toast."

"Yeah, you'll see." She whisked together the custard and to his shock, added two tablespoons of flour, slowly so it wouldn't clump.

"I've never seen that," he said.

"It makes it a bit more crisp, like a batter rather than just an egg wash."

Ai donned an apron so she wouldn't get splattering butter on the skin not covered by her tiny t-shirt and boy short panties, thinking how Mei and she would have to get little costumes for around the house. 

"Mei?" 

She turned while setting out two plates. 

Philip's mind recalled last night. "I love you naked but I want you to feel free to wear clothes if you want."

She looked at Ai and felt momentary self-doubt. 

"If it would make you more comfortable," he added. 

"Or she could just go nude too."

Ai didn't want to be naked all the time. She couldn't compete with Mei's tits and she knew clothes were an irreplaceable tool that she'd need to keep his interest up. "C'mon Mei Chun, think how hot little maid costumes would be!"

Mei's eyes brightened dramatically, "And Catholic girl!"

"And belly dancer."

"And slave girl, and..."

"Girl cop!"

"Nurse!" Mei grabbed her phone.

"And..."

"Don't go crazy," he said. "Come to think of it, naked is fine."

"... desert princess!"

Ai slid the first slice on the plate before Philip, whose brain was struggling to keep up with the images that lurched to and fro before his mind's eye. "And boxer," he said. 

Mei and Ai froze.

"You know," he paused for half a moment, "like, pony tail, gym shorts, tight sports bra, with lipstick and ..."

"Oh my," Mei said, seeing the potential in an outfit like that and feeling the helplessness of big, thick gloves that wouldn't let her grasp anything. 

"Big stripes of black makeup under our eyes?" Ai said.

"Yeah."

"Sucking your dick like it was our reward for beating the crap out of you?"

He hadn't thought of that unlikely outcome but the gleam in Ai's eyes and the suggestive smirk on her pretty little lips made him realize that victory of one kind or another was guaranteed. 

Of course it was the contrast that piqued his interest in a boxer-girl getup. The fact that feminine Ai donned heavy work pants, a denim shirt and leather apron when welding stiffened his cock like seeing Mei in chains, so he figured the waifish teenager in a boxing outfit would surely do the same. And didn't someone just say Catholic school uniform? Tawdry little slut fit Mei like a red dress at a movie premiere. 

"Like the idea, Ai?"

"Love it. Especially the idea of your sperm as the prize."

She saw he didn't know how to react to her stony expression so let him gel for a moment then winked and licked her lips. "How's the breakfast?"

"Delicious. No doubt better with peaches."

"You'll have all the peach you can eat."

It was, he decided, fantastic French toast, yet another reason to be impressed with her. 

Despite her best effort, Mei found she tasted a tinge of jealousy in the, admittedly spectacular flavor. "Philip?" she asked.

"Yes, Mei?"

"What are you going to do when we get jealous?"

Ai looked at her and felt somewhat guilty. She was showing off a bit. "Forgive me, jiějiě. I shouldn't take pride in my French toast."

"No honey, don't worry. It's my insecurity, I just want to know what to do when I find out you give better head than I do."

"One thing you won't have to worry about, Mei," Philip said. "Jealousy comes from a lack of self-confidence. Maybe that's why the idea of you..." he let the idea of her having sex with Dr. K go unspoken. 

"You have more self-confidence than any man I've met," Mei said. Ai nodded her head in agreement.

"Jiějiě, how do you think I feel about those tits?"




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 25



Mei playfully touched her finger to their plate getting it wet with a bit of maple syrup and touched it to her nipple. "C'mere and show me."

Philip started growing firm as he watched Ai dip slightly, scoop a breast in one hand and lean in to suck her nipple. His cock ached as it stiffened and thought it might be wise to take a day's abstinence. Then he felt guilty for being selfish and figured he'd live with the pain.

After licking her nipple clean she moved around the stool, cupped Mei's breasts in her hands to show them. "Now, aren't these perfect tits, Philip?" She bounced them up and down and squeezed, forcing them to bulge forward and point at him. He saw her pink nails pressing into Mei's flawless breast flesh, making small imprints. 

"As perfect as yours are, Ai," he said, watching her fingers roll Mei's nipples. "Stop or you'll get me going."

"Got more of that syrup, Mei?"

"No baby, I've got to rest up," he said. "I've been fucked more in the past week than in the last two years."

"You sure, master?" Mei said with a wink in her voice. "Can't we tempt you into a nice tag team? Bend us over these stools and just switch back and forth for a half hour?"

It was indeed tempting. The vision of both of them bent over, their asses in the air, their cunts at the perfect height and greedy, lustful eyes looking back and up at him was nearly irresistible.

"Nope, saving it up for tonight. I've got something planned. What's up with Markéta? All this talk about French toast has got me thinking about her."

It had jogged Mei's memory too and she recalled a puzzling text she'd gotten saying she would probably be in France longer than expected. "She was supposed to be here in a week but that might be delayed by some new adventure she said she was in the middle of. Want me to FaceTime her and see what's going on?"

"Sure, wanna go see her?" Philip asked casually.

"No!? Really?!"

"Sure, you can just pop in and tell her you're in town. Ai... wanna go to Paris?"

Ai thought for a second, "I got a midterm in a week. But yeah, I could take a week off probably; I'd have to talk to the professor. But only if you go."

"How 'bout Karla?" He looked at Mei, "Wanna take her?"

"Oh my god. How much fun would that be? The four of us in Paris!"

They all thought about Tim for a moment but no one mentioned his name. 

"Well, get your passports and let's leave it open. Perhaps you could go over first Mei and set things up? Spend a few days with her and maybe find a few things for us to do while you're there. Then Ai and I will meet you over there and Karla can come if Tim doesn't mind."

"What about work?"

"How was the temp?"

"They said she was great... better at my job than I was."

"Ok... see if that'll work. You've got vacation time coming, right?"

"About ten days or so. Maybe I can get more. I told her about a memorial service for my fictitious uncle. Anyway, I mean, it's not like I'm essential."

"Dr. K will miss you," Philip said with a grin.

A kitchen towel hit his face. "Not yet... " she smirked. 

"Ok... Don't tell me more."

Ai noticed the tinge of pain in his voice and felt her love for him swell. She hoped that Mei Chun knew how painful it was for him. But rather than give any indication, Mei said, "God, Philip. Really? You want to take us to Paris. You're not just kidding, right?"

"Nope. It'll be nice. Anyway, I want to spoil you two a bit."

"No private jet, ok? I mean just a regular flight, right? I don't want money going for something like that."

"Either way. Don't tell Karla, not yet. Oh, Ai, I need your help with something. You busy today?"

"I was going to spend this morning in the shop on the prototype, then some studying. Do we need to go somewhere? I'll study in the car if I can sit in the back seat."

"If you don't mind. Some errands and stuff."

"Love to."

Breakfast broke up and Mei showered, alone, and got ready for work. With a pair of kisses she trotted down the stairs to the waiting cab, a hand on the ruby at her neck so it wouldn't flop around.

~~~~~

"So we need to find a place for Tim and I thought you might help with that and," he handed her his phone, "help him get an appointment with Ms. Tatiana here." 

"Oh yeah... I know about her. She's got great reviews. Fake tits, think he'll mind?"

"Nah, doesn't seem to. Anyway, can you make a call and introduce him... see if your vouching for him will be enough. Tell her it will be a regular once a week thing, say, I don't know... what's a good duration for those visits."

"The girls like a two hour gig because the sex is over in forty minutes or so and the rest of the time is just giving him a massage and acting sexy. Really, the best value is forty-five minutes if she doesn't have an hour minimum. But some guys like the feeling of just hanging out, you know, and chatting about their wives or family."

"Guys talk about their wives?"

"Yeah, or show you pictures of their kids and stuff. They really want to make a connection... which I think is really sweet. It used to be my favorite part."

He shouldn't have asked.

"When you wanna go?" she asked as she closed the dishwasher door.

"Let's go now; I'll make a couple of calls in the car. I have to meet Karla at one at the lawyers and do the bank thing again. You sure you want to tag along?"

"Sure... I like being with you, Philip. Ain't you figured that out yet?"

In the car he called the Paramount, a high rise apartment building in SoMa and she sent a quick email. Five minutes later she called Tatiana from her cell phone, Philip listening with interest to her side of the conversation. 

"Hi, Tatiana. My name's Sandy and I'm calling to give a reference... Yeah, you got my email? I wanted you to know I was going to call... Yeah, I know it's unusual, but I wanted to contact you about a personal friend of mine... Yeah. Oh my ID is six-five-two-five-four. Yeah... sure go ahead but my phone number is different, ok. This isn't my work phone. But check the email." 

She put her palm over the phone and said to Philip, "She's checking my profile on the review site to check me out." Then returned to the call, "Yeah, honey, I'm here. Ok, well, his name is Tim." She covered the mouthpiece again, "What's his last name." 

"Jovanovich. Does she need that?"

"Not usually, but don't worry - You're going to shred that right? Ok. So Tim is a friend we're trying to find a steady for... yeah... probably once a week, evenings I guess. Yeah, a bit unusual... A two hour I would think but I'll leave that up to him... Right... yeah, we know your rates. Shouldn't be a problem. But he's a special one, ok, so I want you to pull out all the stops for him... What's that...? Oh you're sweet. No I don't have that many, only about two dozen I guess but... yeah, well, my ratings are high because there were so few I suppose... No, I'm retired... yeah... found a steady that's just too good to believe." She winked at him. "Anyway, I read yours and guys just can't say enough... What's that? Yeah, well you're kind of a legend you know. I know... well sure. That would be great but I've got to get that cleared with him... I'd love to. Sure... Ok..." Ai was nodding her head and smiling, "Well, do you need any more? He's new so no references as such... You're sweet. Great, he'll be so excited. Ok... expect an email from him and I'll make sure he copies me in the email. Ok... sure... wow, you are so nice Tatiana. Super... see you."

"Wow, you guys have a whole network don't you?"

"Have to. You can't just take anyone off the street you know. Safety first."

"What was that all about?"

"Well, she had to look me up and make sure I was a provider."

"A what?"

"A provider of personal services, if you will."

"Right."

"So she looked up my reviews with my number and..."

"Number?"

"Yeah, each one of us has a profile on a website that gives reviews... it's kind of a catalog, y'know? Anyway, she saw my score and she was kind of jealous, I guess, that mine were higher than hers but she's going to see him. He's just got to email her and have the cash and that's that."

"Cash... yeah... I got to get him an ATM card as well. This is getting to be a lot of trouble."

"I know ... you're so sweet to do all this for Mei."

"I hope it's worth it."

"She is way beautiful," she said with a tempting voice, almost like his conscience talking, or his lust.

"She's expensive."

Ai knew he was talking about the pain he felt about her with Dr. K and not the money.

"Love isn't cheap. Sometimes it costs our soul."

He looked at her. "But not you?"

She laughed a bit, as though she knew something he didn't. 

"What?" he asked, chuckling in response. 

"You've got no idea how expensive I am."

"Gonna steal my soul are you, Ai?"

"I've already got it in my front pocket, baby. You are so mine."

He liked hearing her confidence and then reflected that it wasn't just simple run-of-the-mill confidence; Ai had conviction about their future. Where she got that certainty puzzled him, until he realized it must be part of 'stage three.'

"So what was the personal part, where you started blushing?" he asked.

"Oh, she said she wanted to do a double with me sometime."

"You told her you were retired."

"Yeah, she meant on the side. She's famous for that."

"Like the two of you, just for fun with some friend or something?"

"Yeah, working girls have a private life too," she said a little defensively.

"Tempting?"

"Nah, she's not my type, and anyway, that's all in the past. Unless you want to?" She looked at him for a reaction and saw him shake his head. "But it was flattering."

~~~~~

The apartment was nice. Ai loved it but Philip couldn't decide on the studio or the two bedroom. 

"What would he do with a second bedroom?"

"Yeah... good point, but I thought maybe there would be a penthouse or something. I kinda want it to be more... you know... more class."

He took out his phone and made a call. "Mitch, hi. Philip Conners here. Good, thanks. Hey, do you know of any penthouses downtown?... Yeah, available and in SoMa or 'round the bay?... No, not for me... No, I'm not moving... It's kinda for a friend... Yeah... Yeah... Right. Super. Do you think they can show it this morning? ... Well, we can stop by in forty minutes. Sorry, Mitch... That would be great."

They took their time thanking the guy that showed them the Paramount apartments and headed toward the bay. 

"I think that place was fine. I mean, he's not going to move in," she said, getting a textbook out of her backpack. 

"Yeah, but it's the statement. I want him to know we're all doing our best. Especially if we're going to take her to Paris. Anyway, if it falls through I wouldn't mind a place to run away to while you girls have the inevitable fights."

She opened it to a bookmark. "That's not going to happen. Mei wouldn't stand for it."

"Well, somewhere I can take you and spend a weekend getting away from it all."

"That hotel is nice... that would do. A massage every other hour and a soak in the hot tub."

"Hot tub... good idea."

~~~~~

The place Mitch, one of Philip's partners in the trust, had mentioned was on the top floor of a thirteen story building built in the fifties. He opened the door using a key in the lockbox, glad no real estate agent would be there to try and sway him. 

The space was empty save for counters and appliances. It felt right to Philip. The walls were done in a matte ebony wood with vertical grooving. It was a style that he'd never seen before but instantly felt sophisticated. The floor was of the same material, maybe mahogany, but glossy and, he thought, sexy somehow. 

The apartment was expansive with twelve foot ceilings and appeared to have been recently remodeled. It felt very masculine with dramatic open spaces, sharp corners and recessed spotlights to highlight artwork that was no longer there. 

"Wow, this place reeks of testosterone," Ai observed. "I get horny just looking at the walls."

"Nice, huh?"

"Love it! It looks like a movie set. Oh my god... look at that view!" She had stepped out on the balcony. "The bay is right there. Look at the bridge!"

He stood behind her and looked over the bay, got out his phone and put his free hand on her shoulder while she let the view impress her. "Mitch. Yeah... No, I like it. What's the asking? Hmmm." More than he wanted to spend. "Can he bring it down a couple hundred or so?... Right... Well don't tell him who wants it but see what you can do. Between you and me it's a fair price but I don't feel like paying that much... Yeah... No, right away... No bullshit... I'll sign this evening if he'll go for it... Great. Hey, sorry I didn't ask before, got some things going on. How's Mary and the boy? Yeah? Kids do that I understand... Right... Well, give her my love... Right, hey, thanks."

"You're going to rent it?"

"Going to buy it. When you said it made you horny that's all I needed to hear."

"Wow. Remind me not to tell you I like something."

"Ai, I'd buy you anything."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

They talked about interior design and loitered around the place till nearly one when they locked up and waited for the elevator. 

##########

At eleven Mei was helping an Hispanic woman fill out her form. Recently she had taken to spending a lot of time in the waiting area answering questions and assisting patients during high traffic periods.

"That's for your social security number," she said to the mystified woman. "You can leave it blank."

Her phone made the incoming FaceTime sound and she saw that it was Markéta calling. She excused herself, hit 'Accept' and walked out the front door. 

"Hey, Markéta. So good to see you! I was beginning to worry."

"I know, I am such a lousy friend." Markéta, squelching her lingering fears, was determined to keep cool and make the conversation light and fun. "I've stumbled into something that's taking a lot of my time and I've been a total chienne. Forgive me?"

"Of course. What's a chienne?"

"Bitch, basically."

Markéta feared that Mei Chun didn't share the intensity of her feelings, feelings that she as yet didn't completely understand. Mei Chun 'liked' her at one level, their very frequent texts and video chats made that clear enough, but she needed to know at which level. Only when she knew the depth of her feelings could the implications be inferred and reasonable expectations settled upon. It was the not knowing that was so troubling, for without knowing how could she reply appropriately to ensure that she matched Mei Chun's desires? If the girl only wanted a lesbian fling when she was on the West Coast; she could accommodate, it wasn't what she wanted but maturity meant accepting limitations on desire. If she wanted to spend her man's money on monthly trips to Europe for romantic, sex filled jaunts at the lovely little hideaways that peppered the countryside, then that would be even better. Markéta wanted to be accommodating.

Also, what troubled her was that nothing like this had ever happened to her before. She had certainly felt intense desire for the male lovers in her life but to have a heart fluttering at the sound of this young American woman's voice was new; exciting, yes, but unsettling. 

Also, it angered her to think she was acting like a fool. She had observed unrequited desire from the other side of the see-through mirror. Even though it was better, she didn't enjoy the view; it wasn't pleasant to be desired without having reciprocal feelings and it was doubly disturbing to feel that she might be more interested in this young Asian girl than vice versa.

She didn't like feeling vulnerable like this; she wasn't used to it. Markéta was a desirable woman who'd been turning heads since she was fourteen. There was an element of pride involved and that pride asked herself the question; was it in her nature to allow herself to be anyone's second choice? Having played the mistress often enough one would have thought she'd grown accustomed to it. Except that Markèta had never been anyone's number two. In fact, it was she who insisted that at least two lovers banish the preposterous idea that they might leave their wives. She had respect for marriage, honored in the breach as it were, and knew that men were comically shortsighted about such things. How they could let themselves be guided by their libido was beyond her. And yet, was she not being led the same way now? 

'How age changes everything,' she thought with sigh.

This preoccupation with the young Asian woman was becoming an annoyance, one that, if she wasn't careful reigning in her emotions, she could see turning into heartbreak. To further agonize her, she wondered how in the hell this was happening so fast. Yet it was her responsibility to accept. It wasn't Mei's fault that her initial interest in the curiously bold young woman had grown to distraction, if not quite obsession.

But the fear remained. If she desired her out of proportion, if she were wrong... well, that was why she must hide her feelings. It would not do to let Mei Chun know that her last thought at night was often a review of their car ride from the mall. Of how she luxuriated in the memory of Mei Chun's delicate hand clasping her wrists over her head while her slim fingers stuffed her creaming pussy. 

She had struggled with all of these thoughts for the half hour leading up to her call and now she sought to forget her fears and instead listen to Mei Chun.

"Nah. You're busy but we were just talking about you at breakfast."

"Tell me. My ears are on fire."

With impish excitement she told her the news, "Philip suggested a trip to Paris to see you!"

Markéta's heart leapt. She didn't want it to have done, but it had. The shock of excitement that flushed her face made her feel more like a fool.

"Oh my, Philip is that good to you, darling?"

"You wouldn't believe it. I told him no jet, we'd take commercial flights."

"But you will bring him too?" she asked, hoping that her disappointment wouldn't show if the answer was yes. 

"Oh yes, and Ai, my little sis."

"Your sister? I..."

"Oh no. Not my real sister. His other girlfriend. But we're like sisters. You'll love her. Anyway, the plan is that I'll come a few days early..."

"Wonderful..." 'Thank God!' she thought, 'at least a few days alone together.'

"... and get things set for them."

"You must stay in my hotel."

"Well, Philip likes the Mandarin here in San Francisco, but I'll tell him not to book until they arrive."

"Yes, that's where I stay in San Fran."

"Yeah, he's got a suite for a month for Karla and..."

"Who is Karla, honey?"

"Oh, she's... don't you remember?"

"Um, no?" she said in a tone that indicated she was searching her mind. 

"You know... the girl I was telling you about. My first girl." She continued when heard Markèta thinking. "The girl in the gym, the massage therapist..."

"Oh. Red hair, yes?"

"Yes, that's the one. I'll send a photo. So she's there just for a month so she can work things out with Tim, her boyfriend, before she joins us with Philip."

Markéta was understandably confused. "This California story is getting complex, Mei Chun."

"I know. I'm sorry. You mean a lot to me Markéta, even though we've just met once. I just feel a kinda... a... " Mei paused for more than a moment while she looked away from the screen. "It's just that... (sigh)... I feel like you are someone important... now... in my life," she returned her eyes to her phone "... and even though I'm a bit embarrassed to say... I have these... these feelings. You know? I don't want this to sound weird but... I mean, I've been looking forward so much to our chats and I, like, spend five minutes on each line I text you and take, like, forty photos before I send you the best one. I just want to see you and start up where we left off and really get to know one another."




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 25



Markéta felt something melt within and tried not to sigh or laugh in delight. "That is..." she paused to assure herself she remained in control, "... precisely what I want, too."

"We'll sit in a coffee shop all afternoon, right off the plane, and I'll tell you all about how wonderfully messed up my life is until I pass out from the jet lag."

Controlling the brightness of her smile she looked at the image of the lovely young Chinese-American girl and relaxed. And rather than abandoning her fears, she shunted them aside for a moment, wondering how Mei Chun's voice could make an American accent seem charming for once. And then she felt a kind of transformation take place, the kind prompted by confidence. Mei had said exactly what she had hoped she would. She knew herself well enough to know that had Mei Chun confessed to an eternal love and obsessive passion her interest would have slowly turned to revulsion. She felt it odd that even knowing this predilection she couldn't do anything about it. She hated being wanted... or rather, hated being worshiped, unless it was by someone she respected. And she didn't know Mei Chun well enough yet, not for the esteem necessary for reciprocity. She desired her, of course, but respect? Not yet. In time, certainly, unless she was disastrously wrong, but knowing someone like that couldn't be done via video chat and text messaging.

"Of course, Mei Chun. We will have the most fabulous time! Will you let me take you everywhere? See everyone? When will you arrive? There's a Mandarin here in Paris as well. What suite did he take in San Francisco?"

Mei thought she had the most adorable accent when she said San Francisco like that. The syllables in 'Francisco' grew in pitch until the 'o' seemed to pop out of the top of her voice.

"The big one with a balcony."

"My goodness. I must meet this Philip of yours."

"He's a dream."

"When, darling?"

"Probably next week, I guess. I'll find out and email you."

"Wonderful. For how long?"

"Probably two weeks or so but maybe I'll be there for a few more days."

"Wonderful. I have so many people I wish for you to meet. I'm glad you told me. We'll arrange the most fabulous day trips and shopping for your friends. Oh my, Mei Chun, we'll have such fun!"

They talked on for a few more minutes, catching up, then, reluctantly, said their goodbyes. 

When she'd rung off Markéta took a moment to compose herself. She tried to review the call but her, now full, heart had pushed aside most of the details. What was clear was that Mei Chun had real feelings for her, and was having sex with a lot of people, which didn't concern her as much at it might have. For a moment she wondered why that was. Perhaps it wasn't real to her, not having met any of them. She cast aside the question of other lovers and reviewed, then dismissed, her fears about the imbalance of emotion. Had not she just said how she thought about her messages and taken 'Like, forty photos' of herself before sending them. 'My god, she even makes that detestable 'like' thing American girls say seem adorable.'

What dominated her memory of the call was that she would be in Paris soon. This, she thought, was so good on a couple of different levels. Not only did she ache to see her little Asiatique but the distraction would be very welcome. She'd had several sessions with Pierre now and each one more intense than the last. He would always call her later telling her how wonderfully he felt and how he must, absolutely must, see her again at the earliest possible moment. To have Mei and her friends visit would be just the subtle reminder to 'Le President' that Markéta had a life of her own. 

'And I will finally know if I have built her into some fantasy or if I truly care for her.'

Yet, the prospect that she might have been mistaken, that her heart had taken a wrong turn, caused her pulse to quicken. It would be a disaster should she suddenly find out that Mei Chun were some foolish, shallow little American nothing. The prospect of some scene playing out in a café or a well attended soirée made Markéta's pancreas crinkle but nothing worth having was without dangers of that kind. And, she considered, finally knowing, finally settling her heart would be such a relief. 

She reviewed what she knew and what she felt. Mei Chun was, she was sure, at the very least, a charming, sexy and adventurous girl. She would find out if there was more and if her own feelings were an illusion. 'And I get to make love to her again and again. This will be perfect.'

##########

He was looking at Ai and she was looking at him as the elevator descended. It was one of those moments in a new relationship when a spark of silliness made the air crinkle like the atmosphere after a thunderstorm. Their smiles grew and their feelings for each other became physical reactions on their skin: grins, blushes, and goose flesh. And, as though God himself were playing along, Ai's phone began to vibrate and chime. 

"Look at that," she said, getting out her phone and pointing the screen at him, "one o'clock."

The notification on her screen said: "Time to fuck Ai!"

The door opened at the lobby. Exiting, she turned left away from the front entrance and pushed open the double doors to the service hallway that lead to the loading dock. With purpose she checked door knobs until she found one that turned under her palm. Electrical/Mechanical was printed on the door.

"Ai," he protested, but she marched in like she was the superintendent and flicked the light switch off as the door closed behind him. 

The room was hot, dark, with a low hum from the electrical equipment. He saw her move forward by the red lights on a large floor mounted transformer and a light blue glow from an HVAC control board. She slipped off one sneaker, drew a leg out of her pants and gathered it off the floor. While reaching down to put her shoe back on she looked back she said, "Fuck me quick and dirty. I really need to come." She spat on her hand, rubbed her pussy and leant forward. "Quick and dirty and hard."

Thirteen minutes later she staggered into the hallway, squinting at the lights and noticing the air was much fresher in the corridor. 

"Nice finish," she said as he cinched his belt at the doorway.

"Thanks. And thanks for not leaving a mess."

"Mmm, sure." She spun to look at him. "Wait, you don't think I drank your semen because I didn't want to leave evidence, do you?"

"Um."

"Baby," she snuggled under his right arm, "I love your cum."

While he weighed the possible responses to a statement like that, she continued. "I mean not in, like a sexy way either. That too, I mean totally sexy, your cum that is... it's, like, way sexy and all, but, it's more than sexy... it's like cement, or epoxy I guess."

'What the fuck is she talking about?' he wondered.

"Binding us together," she turned to lead him out to the loading dock on the way to his car, "like it's your essence. Like, your whole DNA. Like, I could make a million little Philips from the goo that's gliding down my esophagus right now."

"Um..." He asked himself if it was her that was strange for talking like this or if it was himself for feeling awkward.

"And it's not just your baby batter... I mean it's white, salty, potassium rich... it's a superfood! Fructose, fatty acids, proteins, magnesium, vitamin B12, not to mention zinc and spermine, which is totally awesome for the skin."

He noted that she was piling it on rather heavy, then worked out that she was completely sincere.

"Yeah, your spooge is at the top of my food pyramid. I mean if women knew what cum did for their skin they'd blow their man's load on their wrinkles three times a day." She swung his hand in hers as they approached his car. It made her feel young and frivolous. "Cleopatra knew."

"Ya don't say?"

"Yep, chick had her secrets. Landed the two most powerful men on the planet."

"And ended up with an asp."

She let go his hand and reached back to slap his jeans. "You've got a nice asp." She squeezed his butt cheek. "Cleopatra would'a snapped you up."

They got in and drove downtown for their meeting with Karla at the lawyers, all the while making asp quips and laughing together. 

##########

Sarah supposed it was a case of delayed reaction. Mei Chun had told her her plan three days ago and it was just now sinking in. She had offered to lend Philip to her for the purpose of making her pregnant. Her exact words were, "I want him to knock you up."

She received it as though she thought it was meant as a joke, but Mei Chun had quickly dispelled that impression. As she listened in stunned, drop-jawed silence, Mei Chun went on and on about the benefits. Sarah's immediate reaction was puzzlement, wondering what this girl wanted. Did she want to catch Philip trying to cheat on her? Was she subjecting her to the most cruel joke ever?

Then she decided her motivation didn't matter. The idea, and not a new one either, that Philip would be the ideal father, was revived and now seemed more true than ever. Putting aside his wealth and what that would mean for raising a child, she thought about his inheritable characteristics. He was handsome in a conventional way, which she preferred to the exotic variety. He was intelligent, warm, witty and responsible, even if he had gone to prison. He was... she searched her mind to find a word that fit her emotions... 'male.' It meant more to Sarah than the word alone might suggest. She had a thing for men so applying the noun to him was a totaling. He was very, very male, all the good things about his half of mankind contained in one person. 'Strong, loyal, trustworthy, masculine, '... and,' she thought, 'my best fuck ever. Just making the kid, practice sessions and all, would be just what I need right now.'

And now that the idea was confronted and a small spark of hope gutted and popped in her heart, she felt her mood lift slightly. Joke or not she was going to hold Mei Chun to the conversation and see if Philip would agree.

##########

"So you think? I mean it would fit, right, the Democrats changing their symbol?" Ai asked as he opened her door. 

"They're not going to change it to a snake."

He held out his hand for her to take. 

"An asp. I never figured out why it was a jackass in the first place. I mean, hello? Bald eagle, ok, lion or tiger or bear, got it; why a jackasp?"

"It's a donkey." He held her hand as she stepped down from the old Range Rover. 

"Donkey, jackass. What's the diff? Talk about a screwed up marketing campaign." She kissed him in thanks. 

They walked toward the elevator in the basement garage of Philip's lawyers. The door opened and he pushed her with his hand on her jeans pocket. "Get your asp on the elevator."

It was more of the same on the ride up, more fun, more giggles from her and radiant smiles from him. They both knew this was one of their founding moments, one they would remember longer and with more fondness than the sex an hour before. 

It ended with a final, "Don't be an asphole!" From Ai as the floor chime sounded and the doors slid open. 

They stepped out of the wood paneled elevator and saw Karla in one of the red leather wingback chairs in the reception area of Urban & Michelson. He remembered long hours sitting in that very chair waiting for his father to finish one or another of the uncountable meetings with his lawyer, Jack Urban. It was that chair in which he waited before the reading of his father's will that left him a fortune he didn't deserve. It seemed fitting that Karla, about to be a secondary beneficiary of his father's estate, was sitting there now. 

Philip took in the view of the lovely Karla with hardly a second glance. She wore plain white jeans and what looked like a simple pale blue collared shirt rolled up at the sleeves. He didn't even notice the jacket until she lifted it from the arm of the chair and folded it over her forearm.

Ai saw things differently. She identified a women dressed in her best. The ultra light button-front chambray looked crisp but soft and stylish. The jeans were ankle skinnies, sexy but completely within bounds, especially since the shirttail covered her ass. The simple black flats were classy and expensive. She wore a single strand of pearls with matching earrings and wisely left off the rings and bangles. And the blazer she draped over her handbag was linen, the really nice, well-worn linen that indicated it was Karla's favorite outerwear. Ai knew she wouldn't be putting it on, as her shirttail would hang below the hem, making her look like a duck, but she could not fault her for choosing it as an accessory. Her bag was a nice black Coach mini bag that was comfortingly practical and refined. She dressed to show Philip that she wasn't just a masseuse with ambition, that she was serious and mature.

Unfortunately, it was wasted on him. All he saw was a beautiful redhead in a comfy shirt and sexy white jeans, sitting in a chair that had way too much history.

The moment the receptionist spotted Philip enter she stood and moved forward to lead them into the partner's conference room. 

"So, you're starting another company, Philip?" Jack Urban said as he entered a few moments later. "Miss Ma," he nodded and beamed at Ai.

"Yep."

"With another lovely partner, I see. Congratulations."

Philip introduced Karla and everyone sat down at the table. 

"We're starting a ladies spa. Health spa and... or beauty spa. Not health spa as in gym but more as a ... uh..." He looked at Karla.

"It's more of a rejuvenation center. A place for clients to relax, refresh and be pampered."

"I see, wonderful," the old lawyer said to Karla but let his gaze wander over Ai.

"So what's the name of the spa, Karla?" Philip asked. 

"Nyx." 

Everyone looked at her quizzically. 

"The Greek goddess of night," she said. "I want every woman to bring out their sensual inner goddess." The room remained silent. "We could spell it Nox, which is the Roman version if that's better."

The two men looked to Ai. "Nox would be easier to pronounce," she said. "It sounds like the color black. I like it."

"I like it," Philip agreed.

So NOX Spaworks LLC, was born. They went through the whole process of signing papers and Karla's excitement grew with each stroke of the pen.

After that, Philip discussed ways to hide his ownership stake in FMI, remembering Tim's warning. Luckily nothing had been submitted yet and the change took just a few moments. After twenty minutes Philip's phone rang and he stepped out to take the call. 

"Mitch... Yeah... That's great. Ok. I'm at Urban & Michelson now... No, not buying, it's for something else... Ok, when can he close?... Right, great. Listen, I'll get Jack to draw up the usual purchase agreement and handle the title and so forth... What's that?... No, my trust will be the buyer... Hey, Mitch, thanks for your help on this. Shall we put the commission toward your favorite charity or you want cash?" Philip laughed heartily at his answer. "Ok... you sure? College fund for your boy?... Alright, Children's Hospital it is... Hey, I almost forgot, do you know any interior designers?... Right, ok, I'll check my email. Listen, thank you my friend."

He returned and told Jack Urban, namesake of the firm, that there would be an additional transaction this afternoon and left with the girls, Karla holding two manila envelopes to her chest, beaming with pride. 

"So you got it?" Ai asked as they waited for the elevator. 

"Yep."

"Got what? What was that about?" Karla asked.

"Philip bought a love nest for Tim."

"Not for Tim. He'll use it but it's mine, ok?"

"Right..."

"I can't wait to see it."

"Oh my god, the view!" Ai exclaimed.

"I don't think so, Karla. You'll have to talk to Tim about that."

"But..."

"It's only fair... let him decide. I'm sure it's only a matter of time." 

The elevator doors opened. 

"Hey," Ai turned to Karla, who was holding Philip's hand, "wanna go to Paris?"

Philip was surprised that Ai seemed so excited. She hadn't reacted to the idea which as much enthusiasm at breakfast. 

"What?" Karla said.

Philip spoke, "Mei wants to see Markéta. Well, actually it was my idea."

"Wow, Paris. But she told me you never met her."

"No, I haven't. But it'd be like a break and before you two get too busy with your companies." 

"Like a celebration of our new lives together. Kinda a honeymoon," Ai said with a smile. 

"I'd love to. Oh my god - Paris!"

The doors opened to the garage and they made their way to his car. 

Karla wanted to make a quip about how filthy rich he was but remembered Ai's preference not to think of him that way. Philip wondered what Karla was thinking and Ai pondered what kind of tablecloth to get for the kitchen table in the 'big Victorian house' they would have in a few years. 

They got in his car and Ai, seated behind Philip, leaned forward and caught Karla's attention. "Love your outfit."

"Really? It's just..."

"It's so great on you."

Karla had wanted affirmation but she hadn't realized it until that moment. It wasn't easy doing what she was doing and getting a simple complement, and the emotional connection that came with it, was very welcome. For a guy, she figured, going into business was something that was, if not expected, then understood. Being a young woman the whole idea just seemed so much more risky, more fraught with emotional peril. Plus, it didn't help that she was having her dream financed by a rich guy who shared his girlfriend with her. That's what frightened her more than anything, wasting Philip's money and looking like a fool. 

Philip started the car and they set off for the bank.

##########

Dr. K had to admit Mei Chun's plan was working. It wasn't that he didn't ruminate on his son's illness, he did, but the image of the lovely little Asian girl giving him head kept popping in and out of his mind. Since the meeting in his office and writing the letter thanking her but declining her offer, he kept coming back to the issue. Of course, he would love it. His libido was strong for his age and that medication gave him new vigor. But, he just couldn't. She was barely twenty and he was forty years older. He had his dignity to consider. Still, it would be easy enough. He saw her alone frequently throughout the day and there were plenty of vacant exam rooms. She was certainly eager, it seemed. He wondered what his wife's spirit would be thinking, what she would tell him were she able to communicate. She forced him to swear to her before she died that even though he thought himself too old, that he would take romance where he could when she was gone.

That morning he'd watched her come in through the employee door as he got his second cup of coffee. Her smile and wink caused his stomach to lurch. He always thought she was a pretty thing and the new clothes she had gave her a look of sophistication she hadn't had before. 

He caught himself imagining her removing that expensive skirt, taking time and care not to crease it, of her bare shoulders and the color of her skin. He saw her mouth open, the color and shine of her just-licked lips. The image lurched forward in time and he saw his penis half crammed inside her from behind, his hand on her petite shoulder and the ink black of her hair as it shimmered along her back. 

"Fuck..." he thought, "so..."

He sighed with anger. 'How can she do this to me?' And then thought yet again how her plan was working; he hadn't fretted about his son for as least ten minutes. It caused him to smile to himself and silently thank Mei Chun. 'But I can't...'

##########

At the bank Ms. Cash was asked to open another two accounts. 

"Same as yesterday, Ms. Cash, but with a million in initial deposit please."

"Jesus Christ!" Karla blurted out. 




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 25



Philip turned to her and calmly said, "Please don't do that."

"I'm sorry." She was embarrassed at the outburst. "But Philip..."

"You're going to have a very capital hungry business, Karla. You're going to burn through that in the first few months. Do you know what space costs downtown? Salaries and insurance, buildout costs and promotion?"

"Philip." She just looked, couldn't think of something to say, so didn't say it. 

"Anyway, I don't want you to have to come back and ask for more. At least for a while."

"The second account is something different," he turned back to his banker, "It's a joint account with someone I'll have come in and see you later."

She listened and explained a product that might work. 

"Is there a way to keep that kind of account at a minimum balance. Like an auto replenishment type thing?"

"Yes," she said, tucking a hair behind her ear, "if there's a related savings account."

"Does that have to be under the same account holder?"

"No. We have a product for kids in college mostly. There is an automatic draw from a parent's account if the balance reaches a preset amount. It's mostly to prevent overdrafts."

"But they have no access to the upstream account."

"That's right. And there are limits to the maximum daily withdrawal and the total draw on a monthly basis."

"Then let's do that. Use my personal savings for that, please, and let's make the limits one thousand and," he looked at Karla.

"I don't know," she said with a puzzled, 'why ask me,' look.

Ai chimed in, "Five thousand should do, I think. That's three times a week with a very well regarded provider."

"A bit of walking around money would be generous." He turned back to the banker. "Let's make it a ten grand limit on transfers and start it with ten thousand please."

"My god, Philip. You sure he won't kill himself?" Karla said with a chuckle. 

He grinned. "You sure you can die that way?"

"If anyone is going to find out it will be you," Ai said. 

"That's more than his salary," Karla said. "Do you trust him?"

"Do you?" Philip asked. Karla thought but didn't speak. "Anyway," he said, "it's a joint account and I can close it whenever I like."

He left them for a few minutes to make phone calls and let Ms. Cash get the paperwork ready for him to sign. 

"Ai?" Karla turned to Ai.

"Yeah?" She saw the disturbance responsible for her worried look. "It's going to be fine, Karla. We are all going to be fine. Don't let it bother you. Right now your life is being changed and you are bound to be feeling all sorts of crazy emotions and fears but it's normal."

"Is he really that great? I just can't believe it. I thought he was a monster last week and now I find myself thinking about him all the time. And then this." She leaned forward in the tubular metal and fabric chair and reached for Ai's hand. Ai gave it to her and squeezed. "He's putting a million dollars in my hands. A million effing dollars, Ai."

"Yeah. Don't fuck up," Ai said without pity. Whatever reassurance Karla wanted, Ai wasn't interested in giving. She could sympathize with the pressure of being responsible for that kind of money but she knew what was happening to them. Philip was presenting them with a demarcation. An opportunity to transition from youth into maturity and to do it on their own terms. It was the end of childhood. She, for one, understood and wasn't going to waste the opportunity. Even if FMI didn't sell a single machine she was going to do this right. She was going to show him what she was made of. 

"Will you kick me in the teeth when I'm down?"

"If that's what you need Karla, I'd be happy to."

"I see why he loves you so much, Ai. I'm sorry I had my doubts about you before."

"You're sweet, Karla. Kick my ass too when I need it." 

Karla nodded, looking like she was starting on the 'all choked up' phase.

They both leaned into each other and hugged. 

"So you're my mèimèi now too?" Karla asked. 

"Yep, as soon as I teach you to pronounce it right."

Ms. Cash was sitting in front of them wondering what kind of private life the super rich had. 

"Miss Ma?" she asked to get Ai's attention. 

"Yes?"

"I didn't ask yesterday but what kind of business is your company in?"

"Small scale manufacturing."

"Oh, I see. What product?"

She thought for a moment, then asked, "Is there a code of confidentiality between a banker and her clients as strong as between, say, between a lawyer and their clients?"

She was intrigued by the question and said, "Yes, in fact probably more so at one level."

"Would you mind putting that down on paper for me before I say? And I'll be right back. Just make it clear that if I tell you what the company does you won't divulge that to anyone."

Ai got up, found Philip outside on the phone and waited for a moment. 

"Hold one sec," he said and lowered his hand. "She ready with the paperwork?"

"No, but I wanted to tell her what FMI makes. I'm having her write up a confidentiality agreement."

"Wow, you're sharp." He thought for a second. "Sure, go ahead."

She returned and sat down, read the paper Ms. Cash offered her and, satisfied, asked her to sign it. When she handed it over, she said, "We make fuck machines."

Ms. Cash didn't stir. After twenty seconds of silence Ai said, "Machines that a woman gets on and is sexually gratified by."

"It's amazing," said Karla with a smile that made her eyes thin slits. 

The banker, prim in her business suit, looked from one young woman to the other, pushed a lock of hair behind her ear again and said, "You make fuck machines." It was a reaction, not a question. 

Ai handed her her phone with a picture of Otto. "Like these."

"Oh my god," she whispered. 

Ai smiled. Karla squirmed in delight.

Ms. Cash swiped the screen to present the next photo. "Oh my god," she said a little louder. She looked at Karla, shock evident on her face. 

"Yeah, I know. Totally awesome!"

"And you sell them where?"

"Online, but we don't have a site yet. I'm going to see someone about making us one."

"And they're... how do I say... effective?" She was quickly swiping from one picture to the next and stopped at one showing Philip's dildo taking up the whole screen. "My god!"

"Hundred percent guarantee. Most amazing sex of your life or your money back."

"So no showroom or anything planned? I mean, these've got to be expensive."

"That's a good point, Ai. You should have a little boutique somewhere in the Tenderloin to let people at least see it. Videos online would be great but seeing the workmanship for something that expensive is a must."

"I agree, but not there," said Ms. Cash, "your natural market isn't young kids or men loitering around strip clubs. You'll sell more of these to women in their forties than women your age. That, and rich husbands."

"Yeah, you might be right."

"I'd have a showroom at the factory and distribute flyers where you know these women go."

"Like?"

"Like your salon," Ms.Cash said to Karla. 

"Wow... What a great idea! That would be perfect," Karla said.

"Too bad you can't offer tests." Ms. Cash straightened her back a bit. "Like a sample." 

"Would that be illegal?" Ai asked.

"I don't know. I mean if you're giving them for free. It couldn't be... you know... but some district attorney might want to try and convict you anyway. That's one for your lawyer."

"You want a test drive?" Ai asked. "I could use the feedback."

A smile and blush spread on the banker's face. "I don't know. That's kind of you but I'm not adventurous enough. I'm a republican for god's sake."

"So am I," Ai said, always glad to meet another one in California. 

Karla looked at her in horror. "Ai, how could you?"

"What!? Hooker ok with you Karla but lower taxes and sound fiscal policy is where you draw the line?"

Philip returned at that point and Ms. Cash turned the phone upside down and said, "Here are the papers, Mr. Conners. The transfer will take place this afternoon and please have Mr. Jovanovich stop by at his convenience."

As he signed, saw Ai's cell phone in front of her, and asked her what she thought.

"I'm surprised, of course, but I'm also intrigued. I feel kind of strange saying it, but it's true."

"Wanna have a go? I'm sure Ai wouldn't mind and we'll get you one at cost if you like." He turned to Ai, "that'd be ok, right, for a prototype?"

"Sure. I was just telling her I would appreciate the feedback."

"Would Mr. Cash mind?"

"There is no more Mr. Cash."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Philip said, thinking perhaps death or divorce. 

"He got religion and joined a monastery. He makes wine with the brothers these days."

"Oh... I don't have a comment for that."

"Yeah, kinda unusual but he's happy."

"Good," Philip said. 

"That's nice," Karla said.

Ai just looked at her, took a slip of paper and wrote Philip's address and her cell number on it. As she gave it to her, she said, "Just give me twenty minutes notice." 

They stood to leave, made pleasantries and exchanged handshakes and left.

"I think you have your first customer, Ai," said Karla.

"I'm thinking marketing director," Ai said, and let Karla have the front seat. 

##########

They kissed Karla as they dropped her off at the gym and just before pulling away from the curb he asked Ai to dial the property management number displayed next to the front door. He enquired about space available and was told that a two floor street level clothing shop location was going to be available next month. He asked about the rent as he parked the car again. 

The space was large but he thought it about the right size. He wanted Karla to see it but she wasn't answering her phone so he asked Ai to run up and see if she could come down for a moment while he looked around.

He saw the two of them approach from the entryway a few minutes later, Karla a bit winded and looking confused. 

"See why you have a million now? This place won't be cheap to build out."

"But it's too big," she said standing next to him by the escalator to the second floor, "way too big."

"Not for a flagship location."

"A what!?"

"If you're going to open other locations," he said, walking quickly and sticking his head through a 'staff only' door, "you're going to need a high profile flagship location."

"Other locations?"

"Sure. Once you get the template right it will be easy." He walked back toward the center of the store, looking up. Karla followed.

"Philip, you're freaking me out."

He stopped and looked at her. "Either take this as far as you can or we get a little shop somewhere in a strip mall and that's that. Your choice. But don't fear success."

"But... but?" She was wondering how many clients it would take to fill a space this big, how many staff she would need and if that spot over by the register would work for cardio machines.

"Let it sink in for a few days. Let your mind stretch."

"Um... ah..." she began to giggle with the realization that all of this was real. "Ah... er... but..." She stopped trying to communicate her fears and objections and focused on the now. "I've got to go. Can you... um. Listen, I'll think about?"

He smiled, understanding her hesitation. "Sure, think about it."

She leaned in and brought her face to his cheek and kissed it. "Thanks... really, thanks, Philip. Don't let me cry, ok?" She gripped his bicep. "I... " She wanted to say, "I owe you the blow job of your life," but figured that now might not be the best time. "I really... I so..."

"You're welcome, Karla. You're going to make me a lot of money with this place."

She rolled her eyes, allowing her body to show her skepticism and speak the feelings her mouth couldn't form. She smiled at him, turned and hurried back out the door.

Philip wandered around thinking about how heavy a pool was and if the second floor would support it. He didn't know what went into a woman's spa but figured a pool would be nice.

After a while he caught up with Ai browsing through the hangers looking at jeans.

"Let's go, Ai, I don't want to keep this guy waiting." 

"M'kay, where we goin'?"

She was so cheerful, he thought, the happiest person he knew. "To see an interior designer my friend knows. He's probably already at the building."

They sped across town and found the young man in the penthouse suite making notes. He was dressed in dirty jeans and a t-shirt, looking much more like the computer guys he worked with rather than an interior designer. 

"Hi, Philip?" he brushed back his hair and extended a hand. "Jeff Carter. Nice to meet you."

"Hi, Jeff, this is Ai Ma. I'd glad you could make it so quickly. Hope you weren't waiting long. Property management give you any issues?"

"No, they were fine. I love the space. Mitch told me you were in a hurry. Is it yours yet?"

"We settle tomorrow and I am in a hurry. What can you do with it?"

They walked around through the rooms, the heels of Philip's shoes lifting echoes off the somewhat dusty hardwood. 

"I do mostly retail and the style I've grown accustomed to is stark and modern. Lots of chromes and blacks. Which, given these walls, fits the space."

"I like modern Japanese. Minimalist, elegant and masculine, please," Philip said. 

"That's a good look I like too, I recently did some work with that style. I'll send you some photos."

"Rose reds and this pink." He held up Ai's hands

"Cherry blossom?"

"Peach," Philip said and cast a grin at Ai.

"Lovie Dovie" she said, returning Philip's smile with a playful smirk, "by Essie," she said, turning to smile at the decorator. "Ignore him, he's just being cute."

"Black, red and pink work very, very well together."

"Make it sexy and powerful. A surrounding that makes a girl feel like she wants to rip off her clothes," Ai added.

"Right," Jeff said, giving Ai a second look, "Shall I consider nudes when I'm thinking of artwork? Black and whites?"

"Sure," Philip said, "along that wall and no originals, just tasteful prints and send me a few to see if they fit."

"Sure, Japanese modern with a nude theme."

They talked for a half hour and it was apparent that they had similar tastes. He was comfortable with the ideas.

"What's your budget?"

"I'd like it to be first class. This will be something of a getaway for me and another guy is going to share the space as well but not at the same time. What can you do for three hundred and fifty thousand."

"Well, that might limit the artwork. The stone dragon might be four foot high and not six but that's a budget I can certainly keep to. Do you like the layout? I might suggest removing this wall for example."

He patted a wall separating a bedroom from the main space. "I don't think it's original and it would open the corner windows."

"Right, that would be dramatic. We don't really need more than one bedroom but make it spectacular. Maybe the bed on a bit of a platform with the best view possible. King size. Also, see what you can do with the rooftop space. That decking needs replacement."

"So furniture, appliances?"

"Yes, please. You've got a free hand. Let me look over your photos but I think you can start tomorrow afternoon. I know it's a rush but I'd like to have it ready in a week. Completely livable down to the silverware."

A week presented a problem but Philip promised a bonus if he could have it ready. 

With the project laid out they left him to roam the space. 

While waiting for the elevator they traded flirtatious looks. Ai's eyebrows raised, his followed. Her hand squeezed his, he squeezed back. When the door opened she kissed his cheek.

"Ai," he said, indicating with that one word that they couldn't possibly.

"Just a quickie."

"The last one was a quickie."

"Ok... just another quickie."

"Seriously?"

She squiggled under his arm. "Oh so seriously."

The bell chimed, the door opened. Ai moved left, Philip followed. The room was open and this time he held her off the floor, holding her ass in his hands and pumped her slow against the door.

"Fuck, you're magic!"

"I love you."

"God, you so love me!"

She came, he didn't. 

Conversation was mutually neglected for a time, mostly because their smiles were busy taking all available communications channels.

*****

 Continued thanks to John Wane, GT Daytona, Mr. Bond and Dan Kidall for fixing so many errors (OMG.. so many)



From Jenny to Mei Ch. 26



At 3:30 Mei was on her knees with an old man's cock in her mouth. 

After the lunch break, Mei brought back a Chinese boy with a cough who exuberantly hopped up on the exam room table and was flanked by his father and Mei Chun. Eager for his attention, she leant forward and arched her back a bit, giving Dr. K, who sat on a stool in front of the patient, a look at her tits. They hung in her soft bra, and at the angle she was presenting to him, was meant to raise his blood pressure. The effect was not quite slutty but provocative, given the offer made yesterday. 

Mei, when she was Jenny, knew the art of flirting like a tongue knows its teeth, and on an occasion like this, where it was in the person's own self-interest, she could justify using her old tricks. She knew not to overdue it, that the best tool in the flirter's toolbox was the simple steady look, not subtle but effective. But it wasn't time for that yet. Her goal today wasn't necessarily sex; she simply wanted to reverse the intent of his note yesterday that gently declined her offer. If she could get him thinking about sex, that would be sufficient; nature would do the rest. 

This morning she chose a white cotton blouse with pleats along her breasts that made her cleavage show wonderfully ('Thank you Markéta,' she thought). At one point, while Dr. K was looking in the boy's mouth with that little flashlight thing, she stretched and yawned and saw his eyes, first at her breasts, then in her eyes. The wolf look, which shot a squirt of adrenaline into her blood stream, was definitely there.

At 2:45, Judy had gone to use the bathroom so Mei Chun took back another patient, a homeless black woman who was a regular. She loitered around while he examined her. 

Dr. K knew what she was up to but was at a loss for what to do. He couldn't get angry at her and tell her to get back to work. After all, she was being very sweet to care about him and he didn't want to hurt her feelings. His note had been very clear but she didn't seem to get the message. She just sat bolt upright in the chair watching him like he was a doctor on a soap opera. 

At one point she said, "You're so tender, Dr. K. So warm and sweet. You take such good care of people."

He gave her a look. 'Stop tempting me, please,' his eyes said, yet with a friendly cast at their corners that Mei thought adorable. 

When the patient left, he stayed seated, removed his glasses and said, "Mei Chun, you did read my note, right?"

She smiled and nodded, holding open her eyes extra wide. "That was a sweet note. I wish you let me keep it."

"I meant it."

"Oh doc, you don't have to worry, Philip's on board; we talked about it already."

He hadn't anticipated that. What kind of conversation would that have been? What kind of man would let his girlfriend do that? "Still..." he said, pondering what words should come next. But before he was ready, before his fluster could calm, she stood and moved closer to him. He saw the color of her knees beneath her skirt and the veins under the skin at the back of her hand.

"You're such a sweet man... and I want a little of that sweetness for myself. Just for a while."

She put one hand on his right shoulder and saw him look at her chest. Her fingers played through the hair at his ear. His eyes hooded at the caress. He seemed to be like a pine tree just about to topple. Then the handle of the door turned and she spun around to see Judy's face peek in. 

"Phone call, Dr. K. Can you take it? Hi, Mei Chun, thanks for taking that one."

"Sure," they simultaneously answered.

What happened next happened quickly. The door swung closed on its automatic hinge, she turned, took a half step to achieve better balance and, because he was so close, the action caused her breasts to press along his chest as he stood. She felt the quivering goodness of a man intimately close and, as though it were the most natural thing, she tilted her head to the right when his face was even with her own, then pressed her lips to his.

Her eyes closed by themselves and she moaned into his mouth. 

'Mmmmm, kissing,' she thought, '... like kissing.'

She felt his large hands grasp her ribs. It was wonderful... for just a moment - until his grasp moved to her arms and clamped down with such force she thought for sure she misjudged the whole thing, that he was furious and going to throw her against the wall for tormenting him. But he returned her kiss with a fervor that startled her, made her head buzz, and started her heart racing.

He broke off just as she started panting, practically lifted her aside and walked out the door. She collapsed into the chair, getting herself together, thinking that perhaps Dr. K wasn't quite the avuncular old guy she had always assumed him to be. 

~~~~~

It was a pharmaceutical sales call but rather than hang up, he used just enough of his brain to keep the account rep talking. 'If she wants it then fine. I'll give all I'm worth. Goddamn she is so..., I haven't seen tits like that since college... I bet she shaves the little... What a... What a sweet little thing. I can't believe I'm going to do it. God help me...'

He thought about locations. His office was out, too much traffic, an exam room maybe, after a patient left? Just bend her over and... maybe a hotel afterwork? No, it had to be now, before he talked himself out of it and obsessed all night again. Then the perfect place occurred to him. At the end of the long hall there was the old file room. It was used for storing an old heart monitor, empty computer boxes and other junk. 'No one ever goes in there.'

The saleswoman droned on but he only heard the femininity in her voice while thoughts of the sexy little Asian girl spun and danced in his mind. Those tits, just imagining those tits and hard nipples in his hands, cupped from behind and squeezed, clouded his mind. He put the handset back on the phone, not really aware that he was hanging up on someone. He had to get his mind under control. 'What would she sound like when I enter her? Would she whine and moan or struggle to keep quiet? Would she press back against me as my cock pushed inside her? Would she struggle with my size as she took me in her mouth?' He had to give himself one last chance to escape. He looked at the smiling face of his wife in the frame on his desk and felt her gaze. He mentally reached out to her and her words came back to him. 'Find love again,' she'd said, 'don't deny yourself.' He took solace in her admonition, but then again he was sure she didn't have a twenty-year old in mind at the time.

"Fuck it," he said, and got up.

~~~~~

Mei had returned to the front desk, scanning the waiting room for anyone that looked even half Asian. She had long planned on the storage room as the perfect place, even going in and dusting off a table and moving some boxes to make enough room for her to kneel and even get on all fours. And, like magic, as though her thoughts of him drew him to her, she heard his voice down the hall say, "Mei Chun, can I see you for a moment?" She heard the undertone of strain in his voice and knew what was coming.

"Coming, Dr. K," she said. No one seemed to notice the excitement in her tone. She turned the corner, saw him moving briskly down the hallway, his lab coat swinging at his knees, and followed with her heart thumping. She saw him stop before the last door on the left and turn toward her. The look he gave her raised the hairs on the back of her neck. 

'Oh my god, this is going to be good!' she thought, not without a hue of guilt coloring her blush. She saw him scan behind her and push the door open. Each step she took to catch up reverberated through the sinews of her internal organs. "Fuck," she muttered under her breath when she saw the look in his eyes. 'He's gonna eat me alive.' 

The clacking of her heals sounded like the mechanism in one of those slide projector carousels back in high school. With each step she saw a different reality: herself as Jenny, the hateful manipulator; herself as a child trying to decipher her father's mood, desperate to earn his attention; herself as Philip's sex slave, breaking out of her cocoon with each strike of the whip. It was the last image, the liberated Mei Chun, claiming her own happiness through pleasing her man, that froze when his hand grasped her arm above the elbow and pushed her in.

'God, I love it when a man takes charge,' she thought as he pushed her inside, turned, closed the door and moved the edge of the desk a few inches to ensure no one would walk in on them. When he turned around she was unbuttoning her blouse. He stood transfixed as her shoulders were bared.

"I'm so glad, Dr. K," she whispered.

"Call me Alan when we're doing this," he growled.

"Alan."

He couldn't wait a moment longer and moved forward to kiss her again. The ball of her shoulder made a rest for his palm, the naked skin silky and warm. The pinky of his right hand caught in the bra strap that he pushed aside and only when the urge to communicate overcame his need to keep kissing her, did he speak. "I hope you know what you're doing, Mei Chun." His large soft hands were ice cold and shaking. "... what you've been doing to me."

"I do, and I want you to get it all out of you. All your stress and sorrow. Just take me and push it all into me." She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders, bottom buttons still fastened, and pulled the cups down to her belly. She looked up at him with all the innocent vulnerability she could muster. It wasn't hard to feign, he was a big man and she felt his hunger; she had an inkling this wasn't going to be quite what she had expected. 

"They're very tender." She looked down at her hands upon her breasts, squeezed them and felt their heft. 

His wordless low grumble seemed to permeate her. It caused her arousal to quiver in sympathetic resonance. His eyes seemed to burn her breasts, his hand on her shoulders compressed, and she felt the first flush of joy at being his powerless object, a notion that she had come to associate with fantastic, emotionally fulfilling sex. 

In moments his head was in the nape of her neck, kissing and nuzzling furiously, seeking to get all of her scent and texture in touch with his senses. 

"Mmmm — Alan..." 

They snuck up on her, the emotions. She had planned on ignoring them should they arise, but as a warm tongue licked her neck, surrounding lips gently nibbled, fingers gripped flesh, they were too good and too special to be discarded. They were his emotions and they caused her sentiments to surface, feelings that, she now knew, were always there. She had loved Dr. K all this time, from the very first day she started working in this drab clinic, because he treated her better than she thought she was worth. He treated her as though she were smart, capable, empathetic and kind, perhaps in the hope it would rub off. But when, even after getting to know what a sullen little bitch Jenny could be, he just intensified his patriarchal affection. He always had a funny quip, a happy smile and a fatherly confidence in her. She felt love from him, honest-to-god love, from this old man who wanted nothing from her. And it took his hands on her shoulders, his lab coat scraping her nipples and his breath on her neck to understand she loved him. Not in the way she loved Philip, in fact it occurred to her as his lips gently encased her earlobe, that the thought was ridiculous. Philip was power; he was magical like a dragon, able to one minute command her, to reach inside her, to transform her from the appalling, selfish little shit she was into this beautiful angel of mercy. Alan was not Philip, he was... he was a character in a Christmas movie, a loving old guy with a beard. He was a kind of Santa. An old man with rosy cheeks, with fun and smiles for everyone. He was an old man she wanted to get on her knees and blow, one that she wanted to feel come in her mouth. 

And now he was panting in her ear, licking her jugular, gripping her ribs with large hands making her feel tiny. 

'What a stupid bitch Jenny was for not seeing how amazing this is,' she thought as the huff of his breath sent shivers spiraling up her scalp. 'So good to be helpless. So good to be the delicious snack a man nibbles on until his hunger is too much to stand. I love this, opening myself and letting a man take what he needs from my body.'

But, moments later she remembered, with some regret, that this was supposed to be about him. It was her turn to give and she would have to forgo the pleasure of soaking in his need for the time being. Now, in the few stolen minutes they had together, she would return his kindness with tender affection and lovingly swallow his pent up frustrations and sorrows. 

But Dr. K seemed to have other ideas. "Mei Chun..." He moved his hands to her waist which was just right, just good and a perfect counterpoint to his face at her neck. This sweetheart of a man was eating her one mouthful at a time. She felt herself begin to melt like chocolate.

'Give,' she thought, 'give every moment, to be exactly what he needs.'

Meanwhile, Dr. K was doing some thinking of his own. 'She's perfect,' he thought as she cooed for him, 'perfect young female. Perfect skin. Perfect willing young woman. Perfect... slut.' The word just popped into his head. Instinctively he rejected it, feeling self-conscious for thinking it. But then he considered again. 'Slut...' it had always been an insult that described a woman too enthusiastic for carnal pleasures. However, he hadn't intended the thought as an insult but as an observation. There were no laudatory words for female sexual enthusiast. So, at least privately, he changed his thinking on the word and tested it again. 'Sweet little slut.' And, sure enough, it fit.

Mei felt things change. His patience began to buckle. His face moved right and joined her own. She felt him quiver as his tongue broached her mouth. She couldn't know that it was his revelation that had caused it. And, had she known his thoughts it would have doubled her arousal. 

'She wants me to see her as a slut. It makes sense now. It does something for her. She actually enjoys being a slut.' He'd never thought about it before and he felt stupid for not realizing it. Now that he knew it seemed obvious. 'Why not? Everyone wants to be desired. Billions spent on fashion, billions spent on cosmetics and sexy shoes. Every woman, in one way or another, is a slut, or wants to be; Mei Chun just does something with it.'

"Oh my... Dr. K." She felt herself start to swoon.

"Alan."

"Right, Alan..." She's started groping around the front of his pants, looking for his belt buckle. Then she felt something unexpected, something wrong. With a startled lurch her mind shifted and sought an explanation for the growth at his belly. Was it a cyst? A hernia? Some strange injury? 'No. It can't be,' she pulled back and looked down at the hot, naked flesh of his cock jutting past his belt, the eye looking up at her, seeming to shout 'peek-a-boo!' A scream caught in her throat, she stepped back in shock and, for a moment, revulsion at the grotesquely large penis looking up at her.

"Jesus... it's huge!" She looked, mouth agape, from his cock to his eyes. "It's huge," she said again.

With a bit of concern he said, "It's not that big." He could only try and reassure, but it didn't fool Mei. The truth was, it was big. Beyond big. Of all the dicks she had seen, this one was without equal. It seemed that half was above his belt and it touched the top of his belly button.

"I'm... uh... it's... ah... wow! Doctor K!"

"Alan."

"Right, um... Alan. Uh... that's the..."

"It's not that big."

She tore her eyes away from it and looked him in the eye. "This ain't my first rodeo, Alan, and there is a donkey somewhere wondering who stole his dick." She sunk to her knees and shuffled forward a bit and reached up for his belt. "Don't worry," she said slowly, "I still think I can take it." 

He looked down on perhaps the best sight of his life, this bare-breasted, thin little Asian girl taking off his belt, unzipping his pants and staring at his cock with wide eyes. When it was free it fell from his body and hit her shoulder with a bounce.

"Good lord!" she gasped and thought, 'Holy motherfucking shit!' 

The biggest she had come across was in her first year of college, she couldn't remember his name. He was black and she thought only black guys had huge ones and even though the guy came in seconds the novelty of it was great. It had to be two inches shorter than this one. She didn't imagine that they could get this big. 

Porn stars were big, she conceded, but she would never meet one, and anyway they used tiny girls and camera tricks to make them look bigger. This one, hot, hard and with both her hands grasping it, was real and it was hers. 'And it's been here all the while. That doctor upstairs was such a waste of time.'

Dr. K stood, his slacks at his ankles, the pretty little Mei Chun agog in front of him staring at what had always been his curse. He figured this would happen. That she would see what a monstrosity he hid in his trousers and, when the shock wore off, politely decline. He was about to shuffle back and reach for his pants when she said the most welcome words to enter his ears in a long time. With the grace of an angel she looked up at him, smiled beatifically, and said, "I love it! It's beautiful."

Up close like this its preposterous dimensions became more evident. She tried to size it up, to make some comparison, but the only thing that came to mind were those hoses under the hood of a car she had in college. 

'How am I going to get my mouth around that? Anal is not gonna happen. How much cum comes out of a cock that big? He could tattoo the Gettysburg Address on this thing.'

"Mei Chun..." he tried to snap her out of her reverie but it had no effect. 

'He must have done some crazy experiment in med school, like grafting on some...'

"Mei Chun?"

She heard him and put aside images of Frankenstein's monster. It was time for the look. It was instinct. She gazed up at him and found his cock with her mouth.

"Oh god..." he sighed.

'Oh god,' she thought, and struggled to get her lips past the crown and not scrape his skin with her teeth. She jutted her tongue out and was pleased to feel his underside cuddle in the scoop of her soft flesh. It occurred to her that the head of his dick felt like the prow of a boat. She hummed gently as her tongue slid forward and back, allowing the groove in her softest muscle to stroke the keel of his cock.

'Maybe I can do this,' she thought, pushing forward, taking just a bit more in. 'Eye contact,' she reminded herself and looked up at him, 'Philip loves eye contact.'

When she had to catch her breath a minute later she released him, sat back on her calves and stroked him with two spit covered hands. "Good god," she said, between deep breaths, "where have you been hiding this thing?"

"You've got me really... excited, Mei Chun. This might be a bit more... forceful than you're used to."

"It's ok... I like it rough," she said as she took the tip back into her mouth. She felt like she was a mile away from his pubic hair.

"Good," he said, and thrust into her till his cock hit the back of her throat, "me too."

For a few minutes the only sounds were his belt buckle jangling and the sound of her trying to deal with so much cock. She struggled anew with keeping her teeth off of him and getting her mouth to comfortably encompass the whole girth. She wondered how far, even with her newly discovered talents, she could take him down.

She pulled off after a really long, strong mouth fucking to catch her breath. "Let me take off my skirt. Seeing my pussy might help you come." 

He stood back, stroking his cock like a porn star trying to keep it hard, and watched her wiggle her ass free. He felt something take hold when her thigh was exposed as the fabric fell. 




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 26



She'd worn a white garter and hose with a preposterously small triangle on a string for panties, presumably confident she'd get him in this position. When she turned around to show him her ass he lost it and pushed her toward the heart monitor. He felt her resist and grabbed more firmly, intent on taking her.

'Sweet slut,' he thought, and felt his mind haze over with the narcotic of lust.

"No, Alan," she said in a worried tone as quietly as she could, but it was already too late. 

"Bend over," he said with a determination in his voice that left no room whatsoever for compromise.

"No..." she said but his mind was too deep in the zone to hear her. His big hands held her hips and lifted her, pushing her to the right and up onto the machine. Then her left arm was wrenched back and she was pinned. 

Nowadays she loved being man-handled so the problem wasn't a lack of respect or anything and it wasn't that he was ignoring her... she really liked that. It was thoughts of Philip that caused her to resist. But when she felt him pull her panties back and to one side, the the press of his cock at her pussy and, despite the squeezing together of her legs and her squirming, she gave in with the first magical sensation of her lips being pressed apart.

'Oh my god, Philip,' she thought as though it were a prayer for forgiveness, 'what have I gotten myself into?'

It was wide, like fucking doorknob wide. She once tried to fuck herself with a bottle of water when she was in the mood to experiment. The experiment failed but this sensation was just like that one. 

'Wide, so damn wide! Big as that dildo of Ai's that can't fit either of us.'

"Oh," she moaned as he increased the pressure. "Dr. K!"

"Alan!"

"Yeah, Alan, sorry. Do you have some... oh fuuuuck! Damn, damn, damn... DamnDamnDamnDamn!!"

"Too much, Mei Chun?"

"DamnDamnDamnDamn... just shove!"

Mei knew she had a tight cunt. Next to her uncharacteristically fine tits, unusual for a slim Asian girl, and her taught ass, she thought it her most appealing feature. And even better, as far as Philip was concerned, was the outrageous way it would weep its sticky sap. But snug as her pussy was, she had never felt like she would injure herself before. Now, as she experienced the pressure of such an enormous cock head pushing, not only at her hole, but around it as well, she thought it just might rip.  

'Holy motherfucker - that's a big dick!'

He pulled back, wiped around her lips in a clockwise circle and groaned at the sight. 

"In," she said, casting her reluctance aside, "in, in, I want it in. Want you inside... Oooooooh-my-God, oh-my-god."

The pressing was sweet and painful and delicious. 

Then, right when the pain peaked and she resolved to break the bad news that she just couldn't take it, she felt her resistance give way and a pipe wide column of cock sink inside her. 

"UuugggggGoddammit."

He groaned. 

"Oh my sweet god!"

"Ugh," he grunted.

It just kept sliding in. 

"Ooh fuck that's good." 

His impossibly long cock just kept coming, spreading her like a speculum and filling her more full than ever before. It was so delicious, with a bit of pain that she appreciated and she figured he wasn't giving her everything. 

'Where did he get a cock like this? It's as hard as my glass dildo!' She wondered if he were doubling his Viagra dose or if some men just never lost it. She'd think about it later, now was the moment to take the cock of a lifetime. Just as she thought he was all the way in he bumped forward a bit, then withdrew in a prolonged evacuation to her lips. 

The emptiness made the filling so much more divine. 

She welcomed the return as he pushed back in to start the cycle anew. 'Goddamn that's big!' she emoted more than thought. 'Fucking horse cock!' The stuffing sensation overpowered her and pushed away extraneous thoughts. 

Once he was in as deep as he thought she could take, he pulled back and started a regimen of slow, strong glides. It was the tightest pussy he could remember and probably the wettest. The white garter and hose was just so... so... 'She's such an adorable little slut!' The contrast made her skin look like light tan leather, the wispy short hairs on her flesh near the straps showed her youth.

"Oh yes," she started, "oh fuck... oh my god," her words were like bumps in the road between smooth grunts and 'mmmm' hummed in a constant stream. "Jesus, Alan." 

'How can this old man fuck me like he's a teenager?'

Mei loved getting fucked. She loved everything about it, the sounds of a man in the throws of passion, the feeling of his torso and arms around her. Mostly it was this sensation that she craved the most. The filling, the thrusting, the way her pussy would quiver in little micro orgasms when a guy would hit her deep. The visual did it for her as well. Seeing a thick cylinder of flesh pierce her was exquisite. A hairy stomach and thighs lowering to touch her bare soft skin was so masculine and alien. Now that she had had a woman, or two, she appreciated the dissimilarity of the masculine and the feminine much more than she had before. Karla and Ai were so soft and loving and giving. Ai, in particular, was utterly devoted. Her tenderness and patience showed Mei that she loved giving even more than receiving. She began to suspect that Ai wasn't quite human. 

But men, she reflected, with Dr. K's, what was it, ten inches, began to bump her cervix, was all about penetration and pulling her insides out. Theirs was demanding, insistent need. Stuff like love and emotion were secondary. His was raw need and she loved it. She felt so special being able to give like this. 

He felt a spongy plug when he went deep and, noticing her whine and shiver, said, "Sorry. That's your cervix."

"That's not my cervix, that's my belly button."

He chuckled a bit and said, "You're cute, Mei, but that has to hurt," the sound of caution and sympathy now clear in his voice. His desperation seemed to be softening now that he was deep inside her. 

"Just let it burn. Let me enjoy it and if you can't stand the tears, only go real deep, like, every fourth time." 

"Like this?" He pushed extra slowly until he bumped against that soft plug once more and kept on pushing a bit. It forced her up and onto her tiptoes and pigeon-toed her feet, pushing her heels up and out, opening herself even further. 

She tensed up, grew even tighter around his penis. It was, for her, an indescribable sensation of pain, to be sure, but also of total penetration. A skewering, an impalement that pushed her lungs empty and left her feeling woozy. It felt like he had his arm in her cunt up to his elbow and he was searching inside her for his lost keys. She dug her nails into the skin of his wrist and groaned the sexiest sound of ecstatic pain he had ever heard. It was a long, low rumble deep, deep inside her and it took forever to complete: "Uuuuggg-ggoooooddd-dddamnnnn that's good."

"Just like that?"

"Oh Jesus, just like that. Oh please, please, just... goddamn... just like that. I don't care if I bleed."

It wasn't just the pain, or the depths he reached that no one else could, it was the damn girth of the thing, like he had a can of tennis balls shoved in her cunt.

He took a few more shallow, well, shallow for him, strokes. "Ready for ..."

"Fuck yes. Don't ask. Just... " her hair shot in an arch over her head, "uuuggg-ggoooooddd-dddamnnnn. Again!"

'Wow, this is getting fucked!' she thought. 

"Mei Chun?"

"Fuck, Alan, again! And call me Mei when you've got that beautiful dick inside me."

Slower this time he pressed nearly all he had into her and left it there.

Her reaction started slower this time but emerged from the same place in her belly, probably near where his cock was. "oh my god. Oh my god. Oh My God. Oh My God! OH MY GOD!"

He clamped a hand over her mouth, inadvertently sealing her nose. 

"OH MY FUCKING... OH GODDAMN. FUCK, FUCK... FUUUUCK!!" 

It was all a high pitch mumbling into his hand but Dr. K knew an orgasm when it presented with symptoms this self-evident and did what he thought appropriate. He began to jab deep and hard, already surmising she enjoyed the pain. 

She uttered the first word that came into her mind. "DEEPER!"

"You sure?"

"Deeeeeeppperrr," she growled.

He pushed the last inch in and had to re-cover her mouth as the inhuman groan she let out would definitely get them discovered. 

She was splitting open, she was sure. If he had more lying in reserve it was going to come out her navel.

"Oh fuck!"

"Yes, Mei."

"Oh holy shit...uggh, fucking...!" 

"I'm coming, Mei," he groaned, the sound suffused with the inevitability and inexpressible pleasure of his approaching orgasm. "You beautiful..."

"YES!" she shouted into his palm, then mumbled quietly, "Come in me... come in me." 

He grunted and panted and rammed her fast and hard. He shifted both hands to her hips and gripped her as though he were hanging from a cliff and she a tree limb keeping him alive. She loved it, the desperation she could feel in her flesh. 

"That's it, Alan. Gush into me. Do it, daddy!"

"Ugnnn!" she heard him grunt one final time before the realization of what she just said burst in her consciousness: 'What the total fuck did I just say!??! And why did it feel so right?'

She closed her eyes as she felt him pound his last thrusts and felt the reverberation of his low groan within her body as he came against her cervix. 

He slowed and began a sweet rocking to and fro inside of her as she began a quiet meditation on men and their dicks. 'Daddy,' she tested the thought. If felt wrong and right. 'Daddy... daddy, love me daddy? Come inside me daddy? Show me how you need your Mei, your little meimei (daughter).' In a deep, dark recess of her mind she felt its truth, felt it but didn't understand it. She needed something her father never gave, and it wasn't his dick. 

Then a revelation that hurt her and blessed her erupted from her subconscious; 'I need my daddy's love and Philip and Dr. K are giving it to me. That hateful, selfish motherfucker never loved me and I've been searching my whole life to find someone who would treat me like he should have.'

And as she stood from being bent over the old heart monitor, she cursed her father. 'You fuck! And now that I know, I'm going to fuck these men like their cum is my life's blood and call them daddy. A word you never deserved. I hate you! You made me a whore searching for what you should have given me, and a bitch who took her revenge on the men that wanted to love me!'

And she started to weep.

"Mei?"

Dr. K was sure that he had injured her.

"Mei?"

Or that she had come to understand that this act, that she has so casually offered him, was far more meaningful than she had supposed. Her regret, he realized, was now crashing on her. 

But Mei, sensing that he would be confused, spun around, surprised that his dick took so long to pull out of her, raised her arms and hugged him about the neck. 

"Alan, I'm sorry. I'm ok," she said as she squeezed, seeking refuge in his chest. 

"Mei Chun, I..."

"No, no, no. I... It's not your... I just realized something painful and it hit me all at once."

"Was it...? Is it...?"

She told him in brief, quick phrases, about her father and the realization that she had been living her life to revenge herself upon him.

"And so you...?"

"I guess I was thinking of what I missed from the man that was supposed to be the most important one in my life. Something like that, probably. I'm sorry. Does it...? Are you...?"

"Did it help?"

She sighed and again buried her head in his chest. "Yes, yes, it was so... it made me realize... and that's got to be good. Did it gross you out, me calling you that?"

"Daddy?"

"Yeah. Kinda sick."

"Not at all. It's not my thing, but... if it helped."

He saw her glance up at him.

"Say it again," he said.

"Daddy," she whispered, her eyes seemed to flash and her muscles appeared to soften.

Never had he heard more need in the human voice. He tightened his grip on her and brought his head down to kiss the frail young woman. He heard it again, this time only a whisper before their lips met, "Daddy!"

They held the kiss for long moments while Mei swallowed his affection for her. She cooed and groaned, wallowing in her new understanding. 'I'm gonna be whole again,' she thought, 'they're gonna love me until I'm a real person and I'm gonna be so good for them, their obedient little girl.'

It felt magical, this connection that transformed her relationship with him from something like affectionate patriarch to pseudo-father figure - that she had sex with - she hadn't worked out the details yet. And rather than try to put the pieces together, she just held his big body and snuggled into his warm mass. 

It ended before she was ready, but she didn't blame him for pulling away. They were at work, after all, and could be discovered at any moment. 

"You ok?"

"Yeah. Better than ever. Thanks."

She dressed and ran her fingers through her hair.

"I wanted to do something special for you, but I didn't know what I would get in return."

"Do you mean your orgasm or your revelation?"

"I meant that horse cock of yours." 

He wet his thumb and pushed it under her eyes, trying to clear the mascara streaks from her cheek. "You'd better visit the bathroom before you go back to your desk."

"I'm not sure I can walk," she said with a chuckle.

After he pushed the desk aside he looked at her and she stopped, her beaming smile filling him with affection for her. "Thank you, Mei Chun," he said simply, "you've made me feel... well, complete, desired and hopeful. And... well, thank you." 

Sure," she said, "I wanted to... you know, do something special for you."

He smiled, turned, looked down the hallway, and left.

In the bathroom just across the hall she saw she looked horrible, like she'd been throat fucked, her eyes red, lipstick smeared and mascara in black pools under her eyes. She washed her face with that abhorrent government-issue hand soap, glad that she had some cream in her purse. She thought back to his passionate pumping, his desperation to unload in her and marveled at the vitality of a sixty-something man. 

She didn't actually stagger back up front, she was able to walk but she could feel the after effects of what was one serious fucking. Despite wiping herself in the bathroom, she felt him drooling from her well stretched pussy. She also had that fuckdrunk feeling of too much dopamine in her bloodstream and thought she was waddling like a duck. Her throat was sore and she felt she could swallow a whole grapefruit. 

Although she was sure one look at her would give the game away, no one noticed her well-fucked appearance. She grabbed her purse and went to the closer ladies room, locked the door and stood, palms flat on the counter. She looked at herself in the mirror. "Wow, what a cock!" she said to her reflection, "who would've guessed?" 

She thought, as she reapplied her makeup, that she'd really had to be careful. She had assumed she'd have to labor a bit to get him off, that an old guy like Dr. K would just sit back and take it, and maybe not even come, but he was like a tiger. She loved it, especially when he didn't listen to her plea to stop, which was something new. 'Stop,' had always meant 'stop' but now, apparently, it meant 'rape me!'

But there was something dark in her enjoyment of the encounter. Some shadow of Jenny had appeared and she felt disquietingly familiar feelings. Perhaps she should confess to Philip when she got home, then remembered his promise of something special with Ai and didn't want to miss out on that. Maybe tomorrow night she would tell him? But, again, maybe not. 

She noticed Dr. K's door was closed when she left the bathroom and returned to the front desk.

##########

Ai sat in the back seat of Philip's white '06 Range Rover on the way back to Oakland and he let her study in silence. He was lost in thought. The apartment was the first time he had dipped into his father's fortune. He had always been fearful of becoming sidetracked into a lazy decadence and wondered if this was the start. 

As an adult he came to recognize his father's parsimony for what it was, a fear of his wealth turning his son into a no-good sybarite. It was no doubt difficult for him. He must have had the same desire to shower gifts upon his only son, as was natural, however, he never gave in to that temptation. It was perhaps the most enduring gift his father had given him, a self-reliance and love of work that was the core of his personality. 

But now he was buying five million dollar penthouses and gathering beautiful young women about him. He wondered what his father would say. But now, he knew, was the time to make his own decisions, right or wrong. 

His thoughts moved to a new problem. Now that the girls were taking a great deal of his time it would make sense to give his lead coder a call, offer him a partnership and move most of the work over to him . He would finally have to get office space for his team and make it a real business. He had four coders that did a lot of the routine work like visiting client's data centers and upgrading servers. With his felony record he couldn't get clearance for some sites and when something like a power supply failed he had to get one of them to fix it. It wasn't a problem. He did everything remotely except for meetings.

That issue resolved, he got out his cell and called the manager of the Mandarin. They spoke for a minute or two and Ai listened to the conversation from the back seat. It seemed they would be going to Paris after all. 

She waited till he was off the phone. "Philip?" 

"Yeah, honey?"

"Can we stop by my house? I want you to meet my folks."

"Sure. I'd love to."

"And I need my passport."

"Sure."

"Then take this exit," she said. He did and she returned to studying. 

"Whatcha reading?"

"Hydraulics and the Mechanics of Fluids. Turn right at the light."

"Good book? Sounds interesting."

"You know... it really is. Turn right again at that tall oak. I love hydraulics but I'm going to abandon the idea of using it in the machines. Just too impractical. Then three blocks and turn left. Think if there were an leak on someone's carpet or something. Too messy."

The house was middle class suburban, a bit tidier than the others to the right and left with a coat of paint that looked fresher than the others. The only mar was a kid's bike carelessly left astride the walkway. 

Ai took his hand and bumped hips as they mounted the stairs and opened the door. The noise of a boy playing and a TV were the first things he heard and he smelled a shrimp stock on the simmer. 

"Momma?" Ai said, still gripping his hand and walking him toward the kitchen. She called out again, this time in Vietnamese and as they rounded the corner he heard a female voice call her name and something else, again in their language. They saw her mother coming around from what Philip assumed was a laundry room. She was carrying a basket of folded clothes. 

"Hi," Philip said, then thought he should have waited to be introduced. 

"Hi," her mother said, and Ai spoke. "Mom, this is Philip, my lover, Philip, this is Khanh Ma, my mother."

Momma Ma was dumbstruck. Ai took the basket, turned and left the two of them alone, taking the clothes down the opposite hall. Just then a young boy entered the kitchen, looked at Philip and was shooed away by his mother with a few words.

Philip watched him go and latch on to his sister's waist with an arm. She tousled his hair and looked back and they disappeared into a room. He turned back to her mother with the startling realization that he was on his own.




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 26



"Hello, Mrs. Ma." 

"Ai, get back here!" she called but Ai just answered in something incomprehensible to Philip. Her mother smiled at him and an awkward silence ensued. "Ai!" she said again and the awkwardness intensified.

"You two just get to know each other," she finally yelled down the hall. "He's wonderful, mother, and Philip..."

"Yes?"

"She doesn't bite."

"Let's talk," he said, taking a seat at the table, "I've wanted to meet you."

Mrs. Ma was anything but impolite and she knew enough about her daughter to know she would not return until she heard the two of them talking. "You like something to drink? Sorry about my daughter, she has her father's pig head."

"Do you have some coffee made, or tea?" He saw the half-filled coffee pot a moment ago in his quick scan of the kitchen.

"Yes, I have some but it's Viet coffee."

"Great, please make it just like you normally do. I love Viet food. Are you making soup?"

"Just stock." She stood and saw a woman who looked just like Ai in profile save for wider hips and larger breasts. "So, you my little girl's lover?" It sounded like 'lova' in her thickly-accented English. 

"I wish she hadn't said it that way, quite so plainly, but yes. I'm in love with your daughter."

"Sometimes she is a wicked one... What's your name again?"

"Philip."

"Philip... yes. How old are you, where you meet her?"

"I'm thirty-five and we met when she helped me with an engineering problem." It was the most diplomatic answer he could think of.

"You having sex with her?"

There was no possibility of prevarication. "Yes."

"Well," she said pouring the coffee in a beer mug with ice, "at least you don't lie about it. She is almost twenty and don't listen to her momma anyway. I just want her happy and not pregnant before she married." 

The look she gave him was priceless and he chuckled a bit before answering, "Neither do I."

Her mother got a can of sweetened condensed milk from the fridge and poured a thick stream into the mug and stirred it with a long handled spoon.

"Are you her teacher?"

"No, I'm in computer security. I have an IT company."

"Good," she said, and returned to the table and set down the glass in front of him. "I have one boy and one daughter and I love her best but she drive me crazy. A mother likes her daughter to be simple and good. Sometime Ai drive me..."

"Crazy?" he offered.

"Yeah, like now."

"But she's very sweet."

"Sure, she sweet to you. She like boys... always like boys but she don't listen to her momma. I tell her 'not so many boys.' She in high school, the boys around here like ants."

"She's very pretty."

"Too pretty. I tell her to be simple. Be nice girl, find one boy and stay with him but always more boys."

"Mother!" Ai yelled from somewhere.

"You come out and I stop talking," her mother yelled back. "Maybe not my business but do you feel you too old for my Ai?"

"Hmm, well maybe but what can I do about that?"

"Hmmm," she seemed to concede the point. "Do you have money, good job?"

Ai reentered the room to put the empty basket back in the laundry room and casually said a few words in their tongue. Her mother's eyes widened a bit but not dramatically. She didn't say anything right away, then, "My daughter need a good man. Maybe an older man is what she need. Maybe you can control her. Her father she listen to, but her mother never."

Ai returned into the room from the laundry, gave him a wink and wrapped her arms around her mother as the older lady turned to look at her. Her momma smiled with the hug, her eyes crinkling with the displacement of her flesh and the press of Ai's lips on her cheek. Ai sat down next to her and turned her bright smile on Philip. 

"I think she is perfect," he said.

"Perfect for man, not perfect for mother."

"Is any daughter?"

"No..."

"You're the best, mom. We can't stay too long. Where's daddy? Do you have my passport?"

"It's expired, I think. Look in your father' top drawer. He's at your uncle's till later. You stay and eat." It was an order and having delivered it and not seen any objection within a millisecond she stood and went to the stove. "Dinner almost ready."

Ai had reached across the table to hold Philip's hand and look in his eyes. "Isn't he handsome, Momma?"

Her mother looked at Philip, shook her head slowly as she got things out of the fridge. "What did I tell you about handsome man?"

Keeping her eyes on his in frank worship, she said, "My mother always said handsome men were dangerous. Couldn't be trusted."

"Can't be trusted and if they have money they are playboy."

He couldn't help but see the logic and agree. "Good thing I'm not handsome," he said.

"You too handsome. Look at those eyes. Green eyes very bad. Too wicked."

"They are dreamy," Ai enthused, remembering how she tried to keep her eyes open and focused on them when she orgasmed. 

Her mother gave a hopeless sigh. 

"I'm not doing so well here, Ai," he said smiling at her, noticing the look she was giving him. 

"How long you two see each other?" her mother asked. He would let Ai answer that one.

"About two weeks or so," she said.

"Why you in such hurry, Ai?" then a few Vietnamese words.

The boy bounded into the room, obviously fresh from the bathroom, the black forelocks of his hair wet from washing his face. Ai lifted his chin as he came close for inspection and she patted his head and introduced them. "This is Mr. Conners," she said. 

"You can call me Philip."

"I'm Tam, but just call me Terry."

"What's Tam mean? I like it." He was trying to engage a little pride in the boy's heritage.

"Eight."

"But you're eight now, right?"

"No, I'm seven."

"But you said Tam is eight?" He imitated confusion and Tam had fun with it, understanding the word play and continuing to assert he was seven.

"But you really are eight, Tam," Ai said. "We count the year you were in momma's tummy as one year."

"Right, so soon you'll be nine, never having been Tam at all?" Philip jested, which set off a new round of playing.

They had an early dinner together sitting around the circular table with a lazy susan stocked with different kinds of fish sauce, chili and garlic pastes and one sauce he didn't recognize by taste. Philip raved about the grilled tofu, stir fried tilapia with ginger, bell peppers and mushrooms, and when her mother refilled his rice bowl he asked her how some of the other dishes were made, asking for more detail when she was dismissively brief. 

"Momma, Philip's a very good cook."

"Did you teach her about flour in French toast?" he asked. 

"Sure, only way to make it. How can you be good cook if you don't know that?"

"Let me make dinner for you and your husband and then you tell me if I'm a good cook."

"Hmmm... money, handsome and green eyes all together make a bad man... but if you good cook then maybe you not so bad."

"What do you say? I can come over for an early dinner this weekend and you can take it easy."

She figured it was bullshit but couldn't call him a liar. "Saturday," she said, "and no BBQ. Any man can BBQ."

"Ok... I'd love it. Any preference? Seafood, beef, lamb?"

"Anything you like. My husband love beef."

"Me too," enthused Tam.

"Ok... beef it is, and not barbecued."

They finished dinner, the rest of which was mostly Tam asking questions. The little tike was very effective at interrogating Philip. By the time Ai had filled the dishwasher and wiped the table, he'd gotten the number of employees in his company, one full-time, four part-time, the kind of car he drove, if he were divorced and if he liked the Forty-Niners. He asked for an estimated net worth and how many other girlfriends he had but Philip politely declined the information.

When they left, Mrs. Ma gave him an awkward hug, unaccustomed still to the idea that he was closer in age to her than her daughter and said that her husband would be very glad to meet him on Saturday. He shook Tam's hand and told him it was a pleasure to meet him and Ai gave them both big hugs and kisses.

On the ride back they talked about her family and he wondered, not for the first time, why she'd chosen to become a whore. 

##########

The day was quickly coming to a close. Dr. K did his remaining exams with Judy and returned to his office immediately afterward. 

Mei tried to stay disinterested but efficient, neither wanting to show eagerness to leave nor interest in staying. Yet at closing she found an excuse to hang around, and at 5:10, the other girls gone with only the director still there, she knocked softly at Dr. K's door.

"Come in," he said, knowing it was her. Before she could close the door, the director walked by, stuck her head in, noticed that Mei was still there, and said, "Lock up won't you, Alan? I've got Pilates tonight." 

"Sure," he said, and they both looked at each other as they heard her heels reach the linoleum of the waiting room.

Mei playfully bounced her eyebrows.

"Mei Chun," he began, "why don't you just give the bolt a turn," but she was halfway down the hall before he finished.

It was a repeat of two hours before but this time it was longer and slower, more vocal as they needn't be quiet. She especially loved when he bent her over his desk and rubbed her asshole with his thumb while his cock pushed the air from her lungs. 

'Daddy!' 

She gave into the temptation.

'Fuck! Daddy!'

It confused her, this new emotional dimension.

'Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck, yes, fuck that daddy dick back and forth. Rub your little mèimèi's insides raw.'

She knew without a doubt that this had nothing to do with the person that was her biological father. Or rather, her feelings had everything to do with him... but not 'Him'. It was not the man who her father was that she needed, it was the man who he wasn't. And now that she was past the dolls and cuddles stage of her life, 'daddy' had to give her something else, something more powerful to fill in the voids left by a childhood absent of paternal affection. Something like an enormous penis.

'This great, big, rock hard dick!'

She wondered, as his thumb gently caressed her anus and his cockhead nudged a heretofore unknown pleasure spot that itched in a strange way, what could possibly repair her the way this was doing if she hadn't been a slut. 'Maybe that's why women look for older men? Men who can buy them handbags and dresses and new sports cars? Maybe that's why Philip spoiling me feels so good. Maybe he's my daddy but in a different way?' 

Then she had a, 'duh, no shit,' moment.

'Duh! No shit, Mei. Why do you think him punishing you like that rings your bell? Why do you think you love calling him 'Master'?'

Dr. K kept rhythmically inflating her with that impossibly wide dick, tickling that spot with each stroke as she gripped the far edge of his desk and pushed her ass up as high as she could.

"Fuck me, daddy..."

The words simply could not be avoided.

"Mei."

"Please, please, Alan. For me?"

"Yes, sweetie. What do you want me to say?"

"Nothing, just don't get grossed out."

"Daddy won't mind."

"Uggghh, yesssss. Thank you. Thank you, d... d... daddy."

He grabbed her just above each elbow and pulled her torso up and off the desk. Her hands grasped her ass cheeks.

"Fuck me, daddy. Fuck your little slut daughter."

It was nearly too much for Dr. K. The sight of his, admittedly, enormous penis, heretofore his curse, burrowing into Mei's tight little naked body while she arched her ass up and spread herself for him was mesmerizing his autonomic nervous system. Her moaning so desperately and calling out to her father as though he were a ghost

"You need me, daddy, don't you, you need to fuck me? To love me? Don't you, daddy?"

He wasn't sure he was supposed to play the role or to just fuck. 'I love you, daughter,' didn't sound right and he had a daughter of his own. He was fine indulging Mei's needs but thought that was a bit too much to ask. 

"What's Chinese for daughter?" he asked.

"Nǚ ér, but say xiǎo mèi or mèimèi."

He didn't know that 'xiǎo mèi' was the affectionate term a normal father would use for a girl named Mei, nor did he know that mèimèi had so many useful shades of meaning, he only realized that saying her name, Mei, twice in quick succession, was going to be a lot easier than whatever the first option she had given him was, and it would keep him from freaking out by saying 'daughter.'

"Mei, Mei."

"No... mèimèi. Faster."

"Meimei."

"Say, 'xiǎo mèi.'"

"Sheow mei."

'Close enough,' Mei thought, 'I'll teach him the tones later.'

"Now fuck me, daddy."

"Sheow mei. God how I love to do this, meimei. To sink into your light, lovely little body."

"Daddy," she whispered, more to herself than for his ears, thinking she could actually feel the healing power of her self-discovered therapy.

"You're such a good little slut for daddy. Such a good," he bumped the soft plug guarding her uterus, "good," (thump), "little," (thump), "mei-mei."

'I am a good slut,' she agreed in words she didn't have the concentration to put to voice. 'Good, (thump), little, (thump), slut. I'm such a good, (thump), little, (thump), slut. Good fucking little girl whore. Good fuck for them, good fuck for Philip, good little daughter whore for Alan.'

She arched her back even further and stretched her ass wider. 'Good, (thump), little, (thump), slut. Good, (thump), little, (thump), slut. Fuck your good, (thump), little, (thump), slut!'

Aloud, she cried, "Gàn nǐ de nǚ'ér. Gàn nǐ de nǚ'ér. Gàn wǒ!" which translated to, 'Fuck your daughter, fuck your daughter, fuck me!' 

It sounded sexy to Dr. K who figured, 'Good little slut,' was working and threw in a few 'mei-mei's' and a couple of 'sheow mei's' in for good measure. He picked up the pace and chanted the grunted, "Good-little-slut. Good-little-slut," mantra as he felt himself build.

'What a view. That skin! That hair brushing her back, caught in my hands at her hips. That perfect curve to her waist. That tiny little ass under my hand, so big on her body. Her soft anus pulsing under my thumb.' And, he found that sharing her fantasy was more enjoyable than he had first imagined, if only that it underscored the age difference between the two of them.

"Wǒ kuàiyào gāocháo! Wǒ kuàiyào... gāo! Oh fuck... oh... ffffffuuu... I'm coming! DADDY!"

He'd never seen anything like it. She bent her back to escape his cock, then sank low in a downward thrust of her belly that shoved him back in to bump her plug again. Then she shivered and moaned and repeated. Four, five, then six times she impaled herself on him, then went quiet and panted, limp and exhausted.

He gently cycled to and fro while she recovered, groaned and thanked him.

"You ok?" he asked.

"Yeah... just coming to... just trying to figure this out."

"The daddy thing?"

"I'm still freaked out about it. I understand it I think but I don't wanna be a weirdo." Then it dawned on her. "You didn't come?"

"No."

"God... how hot do I have to be? I mean, that would have been too much for nearly anybody."

"Mei... I have a favor to ask," he said as she continued to drift back down from her final peak. 

"Anything... fuck... anything. I'm about to lose consciousness. You can fuck me any way (she said it like a stumbling drunk would, elongated with an exaggerated high pitched wavering tone in her voice) you want to." 

He pulled out, sat in his chair and asked her to finish with a blow job.

"Sure," she said brightly, "it's just about my favorite thing in the whole... wide... world." 

She gave him a very nice slow suck with a little variety to keep him going but nothing to make the experience quicker than it should be. She'd learned the power of eye contact recently with Philip, never really giving a damn the dozen times she'd sucked men before, and craned her neck to connect with him, but he sat staring ahead. After about ten minutes of a sweet, loving blow job she realized the reason he wasn't looking down. 'Oh my,' she thought, 'he's looking at that photo of his wife. How sweet is that?!'

"Linda," she heard him say in the most anguished soft whisper. It affected her strangely and when she looked up again his eyes were closed but his mouth was moving, no doubt thinking her name. She took it as a signal and gently rolled his balls in a palm. She felt a stroke on her hair, not a pressing but a caress. Moments later she felt him tense slightly and start gushing into her.

"Oh yes, oh... god, dear... I love..." and in the quietest, most gentle voice, she heard him cry, "Linda!"

She couldn't help it, she started tearing. It was so beautiful it hurt. To be a proxy for his dead wife while he was one for her missing father was so unexpectedly sweet and heart-rending. When he recovered and she drained him of all she could, he lifted her chin and saw the tears on her cheeks and still welling in her eyes.

"Did you hurt yourself, Mei?"

She got up and sat in his lap, her skirt still where she threw it. "Don't be stupid, Alan. I was so touched by the way you were looking at her photo."

"You're not angry? I feel like a bastard thinking of her when you were doing that."

"See what I mean? Men are stupid. It was so romantic. Like you were loving her through me. And it seems fair, right?"

"We both needed to connect with something and as long as it didn't disturb you..."

"If me calling you 'daddy' doesn't gross you out then you calling me Linda would be awesome. I mean, just close your eyes and pretend. It's fine with me." 

She stood, dressed and kissed him warmly. "Well, got to be going. Philip has something planned for Ai and me later. I think he's going to whip me again or maybe strap us to the fuck machine."

He wanted to ask who Ai was but he couldn't form any words whatsoever. She'd just been fucked twice in the last three hours and, he would say himself, they were good strong fuckings, and now she was going to go home for more.

"See you tomorrow," she said with a wink. Then, "Remember," and patted her ass twice to remind him of their signal. 

He sat for the next thirty minutes looking at his wife's photo, pondering Mei Chun and wishing he kept scotch in the office.

##########

"Cowboy again," Mei groaned as the taxi slowed, the driver bent forward and down to peer out the windshield below the rearview mirror. It wasn't that she didn't like him, she just wasn't in the mood to be idolized.

"New taxi, Cowboy?" she asked as she got in.

"Been waxing 'er, Miss. Thought it was a bit shabby."

Thinking it best to be assertive right from the start, she said, "Jimmy, can you let me think for a while? Would that be ok? Just to listen to some music and get my thoughts together?"

He was disappointed, she could see in his smile, but rather than become morose he fiddled with the radio. "Can I play some soft country? Would that be ok? You might like it."

"Thanks, Cowboy. You really are a sweetheart."

Her quick smile and her profile as she looked out the back passenger side window made him think she was more beautiful than he'd ever seen her. She was simply lovely, quiet today perhaps, maybe not her usual sparkling self, but delicate and more appealing because of her distraction. She was not a woman who would have a thing in common with him but one he knew instinctively was the kind who, once she loved her man, would find a way to enjoy the things he enjoyed. 

Mei worried as they approached the bridge. Concerned that what happened with Dr. K was not what she had expected it to be. It was all supposed to be about him, a quick blow job, a kiss on the cheek and a, 'just pat my butt when you want another.' However, she sensed that she had made assumptions that were not only wrong, but seriously wrong. That things had changed. First was the cock. 'Holy shit, what a cock! The way that thing felt stirring my gut like that. Holy hell that was good. I've never felt anything like it. I think I came with that first push.' But the delight she took getting nailed like that was the problem. She loved sex more than ever, and finding such an awesome tool that close at hand would be a temptation impossible to resist. And even worse was the revelation that he helped her find. She had to face it, come to terms with and understand it. She had a father fixation. 




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 26



Some mournful song about love and lonely nights played on as they slowly rolled up the ramp to the Bay Bridge. 

'I want to fuck my father, or actually, I want my father to fuck me, which, of course, means love me, which is totally fucked up and so completely understandable. If that prick just loved me, my life would have been so much easier. If he would have just been sweet and normal and died, at like, forty five, I'd probably be married with a kid now, all domestic and gentle. Might have stayed in Casper and fallen in love with what's his name, that football player I did.' Then she considered, 'And never met Philip... never became his sex slave, never had a dick up my ass and a machine that fucked my lights out. Not to mention a black Amex.' Maybe being abandoned by her father wasn't the worst thing that could have happened to her.

'But what am I going to say to Philip? What if I fall in love with Alan's dick? I mean, it's awfully persuasive. I'm a dick girl, after all. Love me some dick. Not that Philip's isn't magic, totally magic the way he just keeps me going the way he does and I could never get my kink on with Dr. K. I mean, he'd look like Santa with a horse whip in one hand and a ball gag in the other saying, 'I don't want to hurt you, Mei.' 

She chuckled to herself and noticed Cowboy giving her a glance in the mirror.

'But what do I do if I go overboard? And what is overboard? Once a day can't be overboard, not as long as I can take care of Philip. If I can take care of both of them, give them what they need, take away their stresses and semen? So once a day for both shouldn't be any problem.'

That was when her mind started to wander. She introduced more people into her scenario and thought about sex as a kind of nursing. She could care for Karla, and maybe give Eric, her personal trainer, a relaxing fuck or two. 

The cold water of the bay, tempestuous in the stiff breeze, kicked up whitecaps that seemed to warn her of trouble ahead. Yet, heedless of the danger, she looked out on the cold, gray water and let scenes of her life as a slut play before her. 'Maybe a day for each? Maybe I could just have five homes, commit my whole day to pleasing each for a day and then take a taxi to the next guy's house? Just fuck them for hours then get up and clean the place after a nice nap? That would be heaven. I could even open it up for new applicants, like Ai's life as a whore, but with a twist. They would get a semi-permanent, one day a week girlfriend. We could even have an agency, like, seven girls who just cycle through ten or so guys, with trade-ins and substitute girls. A subscription service! Great idea! Pay one monthly fee and have three girlfriends on rotation. What guy wouldn't love that?! What girl wouldn't be happy?'

'THUMP!'

Mei's head nearly hit the roof and she thought she could feel Dr. K's semen trying to lurch back into her throat.

"Jeez!... sorry. Didn't notice that pothole."

It jerked her out of her daydream, one that, now that she wasn't in it, made her face flush with shame.

'God, I'm such a slut. Here I am, slave to the most handsome, wonderful man in the world and I want more. Stupid bitch. Stupid, stupid, bitch. It's Dr. K and that's it and only until his son is dead and buried. Then I'll tell him we've got to find him a new girl. I've got earn my love for Philip and if that means never having another man, then that's what it means.'

"You know," she said to Cowboy, "I lived in Casper for almost five years?" She wanted to run from the fantasy so she engaged the driver. 

"Lovely town, Casper."

"It was hell. I went to Kelly Walsh High School. I was a Trojan," she said with a chuckle. "I really thought they were just condoms, you know. Thought the mascot was just a guy's rubber until someone told me."

"What were you doing living there?"

"Mom worked as a nurse at Rocky Mountain Family Medicine."

"Nice."

"Eh."

The remainder of the ride to Philip's house was taken up with discussions of hometowns and stories while Mei Chun tried to avoid feelings of guilt. 

##########

Ai's cell phone, charging in the cradle in Philip's old white Range Rover, began making the sound of a bouncing ball. The name 'Petra' presented itself on the screen. 

"High school friend at college in Maryland," Ai said from the passenger seat. 

As he reached for the phone, Ai said, "Introduce yourself as Philip, Philip, Philip."

He touched the button, brought the phone to his ear and said, "Hi, Petra." After a moment's hesitation in which Ai's friend presumably said, "Who's this?" He introduced himself as requested. 

"Oh," she said, "Mr. Perfect. Are you taking care of my high school pal?"

"Doing my best, yes."

"Is she there?"

"Yes, she's sitting next to me in the car. We're on the way home from her mother's house."

"Dinner with the folks so soon?"

"I'm on the fast track, it seems."

"Sex yet?"

"I'll let Ai discuss that with you. How's school?"

"I'll tell you what I told her. I don't know you but if you break her heart I'll hunt you down and club you to death."

"That's nice."

"Really. She's the sweetest girl I know, and ..." She was about to laud Ai further, then remembered, "she said you have another girlfriend."

"Did she, now?"

"Yes. Is it true?"

"Yes, I suppose it is."

A momentary, stunned silence was her reply.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I love Ai, Petra."

"Everyone loves Ai. You can't love both of them."

"I used to think so too, but..."

"Just like a man! Let me talk to her."

"She's studying. Guess she wants us to get to know one another. How's Goucher?"

Philip, with a cringe, realized, as did Ai, that he wasn't supposed to know anything about Petra, but in his eagerness to change the subject of his complicated arrangement had let his caution lapse. Fortunately, Ai didn't seem to have caught the slip.

"Don't deflect," was her answer. "Who are you gonna dump, and the answer had better be the right one." 

"I'm not dumping anyone. I told you. I love Ai. Like, love as in there is no time limit."

"And the other tramp?"

"Ai's not a tramp."

"I meant..."

"I know, I'm playing with you. I love Mei Chun, too. If that's too unconventional for you..."

"So you're gonna date both of 'em?"

"We live together."

"Lemme talk to her."

"Still studying, I'm afraid."

"I'm FaceTiming!"

"I'm driving."

"Tough shit."

In moments her phone made the chime and Philip mounted it to the dashboard holder. An image of a pretty, if a bit pudgy, young woman appeared on the screen. 

"Ai, what the fuck?" she said. 

"Isn't he handsome?" she said, echoing the observation she had provided her mother a couple of hours ago.

"I don't care if he's Justin Timberlake, he's a two timer."

"Yeah, and?"

"He's... he's.."

"He's dreamy," Ai said, visibly fawning. 

"And what about Dreamy's girlfriend? She know about you?"

"Yeah, we live at his house. She's awesome - you'd love her. Cute Chinese chick who is, like, super cool. We're like sisters already."

"He's probably married with, like, three kids. He's old enough to be your dad!"

"If my dad started, like, real young, I guess. So, what's your point?"

"Oh, Ai. You're so... "

"Yes?"

"So... delicate."

"Delicate? Me? Pick another."

"So, I don't know, so... inexperienced."

"Nope, try again."

"So..."

Philip interjected, "She's so beloved. Isn't that what you are saying, Petra? That you treasure her so much that you can't stand the idea of her being injured. That you would rather suffer a heartbreak yourself than see her disappointed and hurt."

"Right," she said after a pause that showed she didn't appreciate his insight into how she felt, "what he said."

He realized that her parents had named Ai well. 'Tender beloved,' was what Ai meant in Vietnamese, and it fit her perfectly. He would have named her Sophia if it were his choice; wisdom personified, and with a flash of what felt like foreknowledge, thought it would be a good name for their daughter. 

"So, um, Petra. You know I like girls, right? I mean, I didn't keep that a secret. I mean, I gave you enough hints, like at summer camp that time?"

Philip saw the girl's eyes widen a bit and her mouth noticeably slacken. 

"So, Mei Chun and I really have no problem with it. In fact..."

"Don't tell me more, Ai. Ok? I mean, TMI, ok?"

"Don't get like that, P. I've never kept secrets from you. I know you're kinda freaked out, but it's good. I'm happy. I've found the man for me. Be happy."

Petra went silent for a moment and Philip took the opportunity to look over at Ai. She seemed mildly concerned but, he felt, not for herself or what her friend might think of her. 

"It's your life, Ai," she sighed, "I hope you know what you're doing."

"I do."

"And you! Philip, Philip, Philip. The warning is still valid. Clubbing to death is a bad way to go."

"I'll lend you the bat," he said. 

"Bye, Ai," Petra said, sounding thoroughly displeased, and closed the session. 

They rode in silence for a while as the streets of South Oakland trundled by outside. 

"Go ahead," she said, not sounding perturbed but not anxious to hear what he had to say either. 

"I dug through your phone and read your emails."

"Um hmm."

"I'm sorry."

"Um hmm."

"Angry?"

"No."

"Disappointed?"

"You're a blackmailer."

"You didn't know that at the time."

"At the time you did it? No. But I knew it before I learned you did it. Which is what you meant. And when?"

"That first time you came over. I took your phone while you were on your second orgasm."

"Oh?" The idea was pleasant to her. She remembered how she felt about him then and to have him return her interest by violating her privacy was sexy and heartwarming. 

"It's how I learned... at least I had a glimpse of you as the person you are. I wish I didn't do it because I should have given myself the chance to find out on my own."

"That's what has me..."

"Disappointed?"

"Yeah, I guess. Like missing the beginning of a movie or something. But if it was what had to happen so that you saw me as a person and not a whore then I'm grateful. In fact, now that I think of it, it had to happen that way. See the logic?"

"Um..."

"You do see it, right?"

"Yeah, in a way, I guess I do."

"Ain't Destiny a cool bitch? She's always surprising you, y'know? Even takes something like that and uses it the way she wants."

"So, destiny, then?"

"You have doubts?"

"If she's brought you into my life then I owe her."

"Yep, and she collects, too. No escaping Destiny."

"I liked her," he said, referring to Ai's friend, which she picked up on.

"Petra's a sweetheart. But she was serious."

"Clubbing me to death?"

"Yep. She's, like, the most male girl I've ever known. Which is kinda funny. She'd make the perfect dyke but hasn't figured that out yet."

He wrinkled his nose, "She was kinda cute, in a way."

"Dykes can be cute."

"Really? Never knew that. I always pictured them shaving in the mirror."

"A dyke can marry a guy you know."

"Really? Do tell."

"Yeah, well, if he's mostly girl then it works out fine. And god knows there's enough of 'em out there these days."

The tone of her voice made it clear that girlymen were not Ai's favorite subspecies. 

"Anyway, she's not all male. She's got a sweet side, so for the right man she'd turn to pudding."

He noticed her sly grin that seemed to make her side of the car twice as bright as his. 

"I'm not fucking your high school girl crush, Ai."

"By Thanksgiving you'll fuck anyone I tell you to."

##########

Karla found Tim lounging before the TV in the suite, a basketball game on, his feet on the coffee table, drinking a beer.

"You've made the transition to luxury quite easily, haven't you?" she said.

"Yeah," he replied, not taking his eyes from the screen. "How was your day?"

She set the large envelope on the coffee table and slid out the stock certificate from between the cardboard protecting it and showed it to him. "Move your feet," she said, and, holding it gingerly with her fingertips, set it out on the table.

"What's that?"

"It's six hundred thousand dollars."

"What?"

"It's my shares in Nox Spaworks."

"Wow." He looked at the ornate piece of paper. "A million shares? So he put up a fucking million dollars?"

"Yeah, I told him it was too much. Like, way too much, but then, when he dropped me off, Ai came up to get me and... He wants to rent the clothing store... you know the one in my building.

"The...?" He was trying to recall.

"The big one on the corner... two floors?"

"Jesus. You could put a Target in that space. But... that's..."

"Right, too big but he said we needed a flagship store. Oh... and he bought a penthouse condo, the whole thirteenth floor of this place by the bay. Ai said it was your love nest."

"Holy fucking Christ." He put his beer down and shut off the TV with the remote. "Has he lost his mind?"

"I think the whole thing with Mei and now Ai has him spending for the first time. I think he's kind of like got a lot of pent-up giving inside. He wants me to start a whole chain of massage salons."

She was grinning, he was looking at her open-mouthed, then he started laughing.

"I know..." she said, laughing too.

"Oh my god..."

"I know... It's crazy but I don't think we should question him too much about it."

"And he's going to finance the expansion too?"

"I guess. He said a million wouldn't be enough."

"Jesus, guys with money!"

They couldn't help but feel like they'd won the lottery. It changed everything and Tim, ever the accountant, took stock and realized that she could, or quite possibly would, be the top earner in their family. He started to envision a nice house in the suburbs and two cars and making partner one day. But still, hanging like those deadly clouds over Egypt in The Ten Commandments, there was this feeling that it was too good to be true, that something else was out there waiting until he was committed that would spoil everything.

"And he wants to take us to Paris." 

She realized immediately that she spoke too soon, had let the excitement of the moment dull her judgment. She had meant to wait until just after he came and tell him when his head would be full of endorphins and his cock still inside her. But it was out now.

"He what?"

"Wants to take Mei, Ai and me to Paris for ten days or so." She tried to sound light about it but her enthusiasm shone through.

"And you want to go?"

"Of course I want to go. Who wouldn't?"

"And I have to stay here."

"Look around you, honey. This is better than our place." Again, instantly, she understood it was the wrong comparison. It reminded him that this was all Philip's doing.

His countenance changed. "He's stealing you away from me, Karla."

"No."

"Yes, that's what he's doing. He's just tossing around his money and seducing you with it... and it's working."

"That's not it, Tim. Listen, you told me you got along with him last night. That you had fun and understood him a little."

"Now I see what he's doing."

"I'm not going to turn this down, Tim. I have a chance to start something. I have a chance to own a spa. Ten spas, for god's sake, and I'm not going to pass that up."

"Not for me?"

"Oh please. Holy shit, you're going to shack up in a penthouse apartment with any whore you want and it's all paid for. He's even going to put ten thousand fucking dollars in an account for you that you can't drain, all to keep your dick wet and happy." 

"That's not my idea," he said, on the defensive, "that's how he's trying to use his money to split us apart."

"He doesn't need to do that."

"What does that mean?"

"I like him. He's a nice guy. I'm fucking his girlfriend, for Christ's sake."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, Tim," she explained exasperatedly, "if he wanted to fuck me he could have already."

Anger burned in his gaze. "You bitch!"

She looked back at him with contempt. 

"You fucking bitch. You fucked him already, haven't you?"

"No." She turned her head, seeing herself naked and masturbating for Philip on the patio of the Mandarin Oriental.

"Look at me..."

"... I didn't fuck him."

"Blow job."

"... No... he wouldn't let me."

"So you wanted to!? You cunt!"

"Tell me you didn't want to fuck Mei Chun last night. Go on!"

"That was different."

"How?"

"You were there and your mouth was around her pussy."

'Yeah,' she thought, 'that did make a bit of a difference.' She tried a different tack. "What does it matter anyway? You knew this was the deal. You get to fuck any woman you want and I get to have fun with Mei Chun. And I get to start my spa."

"I don't want it."

"Frankly, Tim, you don't get to make that decision."

Tim realized he was at a fork in the road. That the next words out of his mouth would change the rest of his life. If he blew up now, told her to fuck off and stormed out she would go with Philip, probably run to his place tonight and jump in bed with them and he'd never see her again. If he could just swallow his anger and get control of himself he would at least have time to think and maybe come to terms with it all. On the one hand was his pride like an angry welt on his heart, and on the other his future and his girl. He looked up at her.

What Karla saw was mostly anger but beneath it she saw Tim as she never had before. As a confused little boy with a broken toy in his lap pleading for his mommy to fix it. It was at the boy she looked at now and her heart broke.

"Tim," she said, her voice soft. She got to her knees in front of him, "Tim, honey, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I love you."

She was making it easy for him, easy to step back.

"We have so much to look forward to. The spa, if I can make it work, would mean such a difference to our lives in the future. We could get married and have kids. You could start your own firm if you wanted to. I know it's hard for you. I am sorry about that. If I could turn the clock back and never have met her I think I might do that, but it's too late. We have to make the best of the now that we find ourselves in. I want you to come with me. I don't want you to leave me. I want your kids for god's sake, Tim."

"I don't know, Karla."

She wisely didn't speak.

"I don't know if I can play second fiddle to a billionaire. I can't compete with him, honey, and you're going to fall in love with him and he's going to use you and forget you and I won't be there for you to run back to. I have pride, honey. Maybe not much but I do have some."

"You still have a deal with him. A promise."

"With you in Paris? With him buying you clothes and jewelry? You've admitted you wanted it."

"I want you, Tim, and if he's promised not to touch me, then I won't touch him. I mean that. And anyway, you have to trust me."

"I trusted you not to seduce girls at work, too."

"Don't nitpick."

"What kind of life is it going to be, honey? You fucking him and that Korean girl and me in some penthouse fucking whores. I mean, alternative arrangements are one thing, but it's just too much."

"Listen," she put her hands on his knees, "I've already betrayed you with Mei Chun, I know that. Why don't you get a few girls first? Make it even. Let the month go by and see how you like it. I know you love me, honey, and I don't mind you having fun. Especially since we don't have to pay for it. If this were coming out of your salary it would be a different story." She gave a hint of a small smile. His face remained fixed. "It's a fucked up arrangement, I agree. I have no idea if it will work, but I want to try, sweetie." She squeezed his knees and he looked into her eyes. "There is something inside me. Something I was afraid of before and it's coming to the surface. I feel this sexual strength now and I want to see what kind of person I am."




From Jenny to Mei Ch. 26



"But he'll..."

"No. No, Tim. You are the one I want to marry. I want your kids, not his. I want to grow old and fat with you, not as another of his girlfriends, some old bitch hanging around his harem with all the money I can spend but no family and no husband."

"How long, honey? How long will this go on?"

"Until we get tired of it. For a few years, and maybe when we get married we'll have Mei Chun over for dinner, as just a friend we both like. Who knows, maybe you'll like seeing her naked too from time to time."

"You think you can break away from all that? Settle down and be a mother?"

"I know I can, and I want it to be with you."

He could finally breathe again. He didn't buy into her confidence. Being flown to Paris, staying in a lavish suite like this one, going on shopping sprees and to parties, it would be too difficult a lifestyle to leave. But if she did make a success of the business, who knew? Perhaps they could afford an extravagant vacation of their own someday. And if she kept seeing that Asian girl as a sometimes lover, it would be ok with him.

Karla didn't know exactly what he was thinking but it was clear enough the danger had passed. She sat on his lap and kissed him. In a few minutes they were naked and she let a few more minutes pass before she whispered in his ear, "Maybe we can try..."

"What?"

"You know, maybe... something different."

"I love it when you're coy."

"Remember when we tried this," she squeezed his crotch, "here," she brought his hand to her ass.

He did remember; it was a disaster. "Yeah?" 

"Can you try it again, real slow and gentle?"

They held hands on their way to the bath and she undressed and bathed him. Rather than join him she knelt outside and scrubbed him with a washcloth. 

When she finished she drained the tub, laid out towels on the floor and gave him the most tender and affectionate head she'd had in a long time. When she felt ready, her courage screwed up and he as stiff as an andiron, she lubed him to excess, swung a leg over and sat herself down on him. She intended to take her time and actually enjoy anal sex. She got it in position, easing him to the opening ring of her anus, looked in his eyes and started talking dirty. It hurt like shit but she bit her lip, eased up a bit, then went right back down.

"God, your cock is huge! So fucking hard."

She wiggled and bounced a bit, letting the pain be a marker. She thought back to that hook in Mei's ass and tried to come to terms with the burning discomfort. Mei had endured it for her and that ball had to have been at least as big around as Tim's cock. Thinking about Mei helped, each time she rebounded and felt that spear try to split her ass apart and that sharp jab of pain she thought about how Mei winced as she struck her. She chose to make friends with the pain and recalled the fire on her skin when Mei whipped her as that machine scoured her pussy. 

"You're going to fuck me good, I can see it in your eyes. You're going to hate fuck me, aren't you? Get it all out of you? Make me pay for being a slut, aren't you? I can see your anger, Tim ... and it fucking turns me on."

"You bitch."

"Oh yes... fuck yes..." she sounded maniacal. "Fuck me like you hate me." Then she dropped on him, even though she'd only just got a bit more than the head in and was by no means ready. She simply willed the pain to wash over her and let him impale her.

The sudden rush of warmth enveloping him and the delectable feeling of flesh surrounding his cock was as enjoyable as the shrill, hoarse scream of anguish was frightening and painful to hear.

Her 'Oooowwwww' segued into 'owwwweyeeesssss, you motherfucker!' when she hit bottom and gyrated a bit, wiggling the thing inside of her.

Sitting there, rectum stuffed with living flesh, her asshole throbbing, staring into the angry and shocked eyes of her lover, she felt more alive than she had since... well, since Sunday night with Mei Chun. She was definitely going to be exploring all of this.

"Um.my.god, Tim."

"Uhhh-fuck, Karla."

"It's like there's a rabbit up my ass."

He broke out laughing uncontrollably at the simile. It broke the tension and laughing forced him to flex his abdominal muscles and made his cock pulse inside of her. Her own laughter caused her to squeeze him in turn and they both laughed hysterically, their alternating contractions an echoing that caused the other to flex a muscle. Finally, tears and pain forced Karla back to deal with the presence inside her.

"So, when did you last have a rabbit up your ass?" he asked, kissing her fingers that had been on his chest, and she started to laugh again. 

"Shut up and fuck me."

"Yes ma'am."

She made some motions to lift off of him but it hurt too much to move. "Goddamn, I never realized how big you were. We never got this far last time."

"It's because you wouldn't let me. Am I bigger than him?"

"Who?" She wasn't playing with him, Philip wasn't in her mind at the moment.

"Who the fuck do you think I mean?"

"Oh... I don't know," she said, a bit pissed he was bringing him up, "I've never seen it."

He humped her, prodding her ass. "You're lying."

"Ouch... No, really, I haven't."

"How big?" he insisted. "How big is his prick?"

"I've never seen it." She was getting annoyed.

It was one thing to be lied to but to be lied to and treated with disdain was more than he was in the mood for. "Don't lie to me," he growled, thrusting his hips off the floor and causing her to fall back on him, cramming his cock just that much deeper.

"Shut up. I told you I..."

He got up on one elbow, reached around and pulled her hair. "Don't lie to me! Bitch." His rage felt good, justified and appropriate. 

"Ow, that hurts."

He let go. She slowly let her chin come back down. The queer look on her face puzzled him. She looked at him with a calm, cold lust, then she slapped him hard across the face. "Fuck me, you bastard," she said, and he pulled her hair back so hard she toppled off him.

She was on her back in a moment, her head wrenched to the side by his hand wrapping her red hair around his palm. 

"Yesss." 

Her legs were wrenched wide and pressed against the cool tile of the floor, her ass exposed. 

He jerked her hair. "I hate what you're doing to me, you fucking bitch." He lifted one of her legs and pressed it against her body with his stomach, his cock poised over her. Her angry red sphincter was closing, recovering its ability to hold shut. "I'm going to hurt you," he said as he maneuvered his cock, blindly searching. 

"Yes, please..." she managed to quietly say, just as he leaned in and filled her and the scream, a keening that nearly split his ear, erupted again. It transformed, as the last one had, into a low, throaty, ecstatic moan of pleasure. Fuck it hurt and she loved it. 

"Pound it in. Hurt me, you motherfucker!"

"My cock's not enough for you?"

"Fuck," she huffed. "Hate fuck me, Tim!"

"I fucking hate you, Karla. You fucking slut."

Their eyes were locked on each other's, fused in perfect understanding. He was hating her, real unadulterated hatred for what she was doing to him and she loved it. Loved the feeling of his passion for her.

"Fuck it into me."

"You fucking whore." He rammed her as deep as he could, wanting to hurt her.

"God yes..." she said and seemed to like the sound so much that she repeated it in a loop, like a snippet of a song she couldn't get out of her head.

"You fucking whore." 

He pounded her mercilessly.

"God yes. God yes."

This was new. He could barely think for the rutting, but part of his mind remembered what she'd said before about feeling something new inside of her, a new sexual power and he was witnessing it emerge.

"God yes, god yes," she moaned the words out.

"You lying slut."

"God yes. Teach me who's boss, Tim."

"You need a cock up your ass? Karla? Bitch?"

He shoved his thumb in her cunt. "You want him here while I'm fucking your ass, don't you bitch? I'd fucking slap you if I had a hand free."

"Yes, slap!"

'Sure,' he thought, 'when is she ever going to say that again?' He pulled his hand back and whacked her across the cheek. She recoiled, so his second slap hit her ear. He grabbed her cheek, now flowering pink and pressed her head hard against the floor. "Want his cock? Want his cock?"

She didn't answer.

"Want his prick in your pussy while I'm fucking you in the ass, don't you?"

She mewled in torment and ecstasy, her face pressed into the tile feeling her asshole yield to him, feeling his anger like a steam iron on her skin. Yet she would not answer him.

He changed position, roughly pushing her legs around and got between them. He lifted her legs and pushed her back, hands on the floor near her shoulders. His body was straight as a board and he jammed his cock in her ass again and resumed pounding her.

"Tell me, Karla. Tell me you want to fuck him."

She looked into his eyes, bit her lip. Her tits were jostling over her chest and her hands were searching for something to latch onto but rejecting each location they found. Still, she didn't reply.

"Fuck," he said in frustration. He couldn't think of anything else he could do to compel her so he lifted a hand off the floor and took a swipe at her but missed as she turned her head just in time. 

"Tell me, bitch!"

She looked back at him, held her head still and waited.

As his hand connected with her cheek, he understood that she let him do it and it pissed him off. 

"Yes, punish me," she whimpered. 

He began to choke her and her eyes went wide.

"Come on. Choke me out. Make me all yours," she choked, "Make me scream again."

His elbows on her chest, his hands gripping her throat, cycling his cock into her he said in a new calm, authoritative voice, "Tell me."

"Yes." His calm was so much more powerful than his anger. "Will you love me?"

"Tell me." He kept pushing long, deep strokes, not as fast as before. "Tell me you want his cock."

"Will you love me?"

"You still negotiating, bitch?"

"No... but."

"Yes, I'll love you, you stupid slut. Tell me." His voice was velvet.

"Yes. I do."

He squeezed harder, blocking air. "Don't fuck with me when I'm choking you."

"I want..." she croaked until he released a bit. "I want his cock."

"Tell me."

"I want his cock up my cunt when you fuck me in the ass."

"More!"

"I want to see him spurt all over my tits. I want his balls to hit my chin as he fucks my face."

"Yes!" he said with an odd feeling of release.

"Fuck me, Tim... I'm just about to..."

"More!"

"His cock in my ass, hard long strokes like this... Just... fuck!... just like this. I want him to come in my ass and I want Mei to suck it out of me and kiss me..."

Tim lost control and came. The idea of Karla being such a slut turned him on and the vision of her and the Asian girl together was enough. It felt so good to be this deep in her tight ass, to go stiff and pump it into her like a grease gun latched to a ball joint.

Karla hadn't come but she was so close. Orgasms had a tendency to run and hide at the worst possible moment.

"Stay there," she said, "don't move."

He froze and she brought her hand to her clit and rubbed. Then she realized her pussy was empty and, she had a hand free. "Watch what you do to me," she said, looking down away from his eyes, which followed her hands. Still in the position, her weight on her upper back and shoulders, her back curved and ass in the air, she pushed two fingers into her pussy and with her other index finger rubbed her clit. With Tim bobbing his still stiff cock in and out of her asshole she stuffed and rubbed, stuffed and rubbed and came in a minute. 

It was one of the best of her life. She didn't know if it was the ass fucking, the abuse, the slapping or the confession, but she was sure all of that piled up and amplified it to larger than life proportions.

When they lay spent on the bathroom floor, both panting, he took charge of the kissing, feeling he had to make up for the rough treatment. She returned the tenderness, feeling like he was her son in some strange way, an injured boy who needed reassurance and warmth.

He was sweet, gentle, and let his cock grow soft and she ejected it with a squeeze. 'Nice,' she thought, as the feeling of his cum dribbled out of her closing anus, 'I could get used to anal'.

Later, when he fell asleep, she looked at him with sympathy. 'It's so hard for a man, the whole pride thing.' 

##########

Tam's curiosity was sparked when he heard his sister tell his mother that this new boyfriend, the oldest yet, was giàu có (rich). He knew the power of Google and what he found out about Philip Conners startled him. Jail! Billionaire! He didn't understand the concept of a billion but he knew it was one more than a million and that was a lot of money.

"Momma, momma," he screamed as he ran down the hall. He dragged her to Ai's hand-me-down PC and pointed at the screen. For the next hour Ai's mother read everything there was to find online about her daughter's new lover. When she got up and went to see her husband she knew more about Philip than Ai did. A handsome man with money was still probably a playboy, but money like that was a different kettle of fish. She figured she'd still have to see if he could cook, but if he could, she would have a talk with him and hope her baby wouldn't get hurt.

*****

Heartfelt thanks to John Wane, GT Daytona, and especially Dan Kidall for fixing so many errors and being there for me when I got blue.