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China Doll

By: The Enigizer



In was dark in the small bar as we walked in. Three foreigners in a strange place like China. Never knowing what to expect. There was not much going on inside except for some locals drinking and singing "Karaoke". That's a big thing over here. Using a microphone to sing the words to the song as they appear on a screen.

It looked dull as we walked in and sat down. Then the girls came from everywhere. Each of us was grabbed by at least one of the girls and ushered to a table. 

We ordered beer and tried to make small talk with the girls. Just our luck, they only spoke Chinese with maybe for a little broken English thrown in. But I guess in a place like that, who needs any to talk.

We must have set there for three hours before we started getting tipsy. Not drunk, just having a good time. Even singing. Trying to be inconspicuous, I slipped my hand around the back of each girl sitting on either side of me. Might as well check and see just how far I could go without getting into trouble. I continued my journey around their backs, under their tops and finally slowly snaking my hand into the side of their bras. 

From the outside, they looked like they might have some nice tits but once you were inside, you find that they all wear bras that feel like they were made from some sort of bullet proof material. Once inside, my hand cupped each ones breast and found it to be about the size of a lemon with a small nipple perched on top. For a tit man like myself, this was almost a culture shock. Built more like a teenager's body than that of a 28 year old woman. The more I rubbed and pinched their nipples, the harder they became.

I slowly removed my hand and drank some more beer before leaning forward and slid my hand up their stocking covered legs. The pantyhose are thick here during the Winter time. I mean they are more like long-johns. Slowly I proceeded upwards. Still, with very little resistance from the girls. On top of their thighs, I stopped and slowly, sensuously rubbed their legs. Really unsure what the reaction would be when I continued my journey to the promised land. Or would I even want the "land" after I got there?

I moved my hand slightly until I was rubbing their stomachs. Gently, I massaged them and then steadily shoved my hand down until it covered their crotch. They both set up right and looked back over their shoulders to see if anyone was watching. Then turning back, they each wrapped their arms through mine, laying their heads on my shoulder, hugging me to them as I continued to stroke them.

"Ughhhhhhhhh," the one on my left moaned as her legs clamped on my hand.

Damn, surely she didn't have an orgasm. I hadn't done anything yet. Of course in my intoxicated condition, I was just about ripe enough to try anything. So throwing caution to the wind, I inched my hand back up their stomachs and using my fingers, I pulled the waist band of their pantyhose down and slid my hands back inside, between their legs.

Again they both stiffened and looked back behind at the bar. Convinced no one was paying any attention, they relaxed somewhat. Down, down, down I slid my hand. I had always heard that the Chinese women had very little body hair. Setting right on top of their slit was a top knot of thick hair. I slid my fingers into their slits. The lips of their cunts were completely barren of all hair. Slick, like they had just shaved it. The one on my left that had moaned earlier was wetter than hell. My fingers becoming slick from her juice and slid in easily. I pulled back out and started to rub her clit. She moaned again and shook, digging her nails into my arm and pulling me harder against her.

The one on the right was dryer and it took a bit to get her juices flowing. Then she let out with what was definitely a fake moan and gasp. Still I continued to massage her. She was definitely a pro at this. Letting me hear what she thought I wanted to hear. The moaning, the gasping. It was almost comical.

The girl on my left kept having one orgasm after another. Definitely nothing fake about her. Her pantyhose as well as my hand was completely soaked. Finally unable to tolerate my rubbing she inched forward until her ass was just hanging on the edge of the chair and spread her legs a little. I slid my hand down and pushed two fingers up into her. She moaned into my ear.

"Yesssssssssssss," she moaned.

English! She said that in English. Not a word of it until now. Things seem to be looking up a little.

I turned my head towards her and instantly our lips met. At first just a bird type kiss. Since the Chinese aren't really into the Western way of doing things, this was typical. I moved my fingers in her again and her mouth opened. I quickly ran my tongue in past her lips. Her eyes flew open but she didn't pull away. Soon she was kissing me back with the same intensity. God, she was hot! Then she came again. Slumping back against the seat back I slid my hand from her. I lifted my hand, as she watched and licked the juice from them. The look of surprise on her face proved to me that this young lady was not a pro. She got up and left.

I thought, "boy, you really blew that one."

The girl on the right had kept up her fake moaning but was still wet. I thought I'd try something different with her. Sliding my hand farther down, I let my finger slide over her asshole. When she felt my finger there, she looked at me hard for a minute. She then leaned over and gave me the a big open mouthed kiss. She damn sure didn't learn that from watching TV. The tip of my finger gently nudged up into her ass. Now her gasping and moaning were for real.

I felt her tighten her legs on my wrist and then her hands grabbed my arm as she moaned. She stiffened and shuddered. That one was for real. Even for a pro, it was for real. As she relaxed, I removed her hand.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, then two arms encircled my neck. It was the first girl again. Snuggling into my neck, she said, "I Love You." Those three words that scare the hell out of a guy, especially in a situation like this. 

Completely caught off guard, I mumbled something and she came around and sat back down beside me. In her broken English she tried to make me understand. 

"You, only one girl," she said pleadingly.

I looked from her to the other and back again. How do you choose? I know I will and I know which one, but for the time being, I think I will let them vie for me, a while longer. Bad, huh!

I have seen the pro leave with other men since then but never the young one. We've been back several times and it's always the same. Two girls. Always the same words in broken Chinese from the young one.

"Please you only one girl," she would say.

I made hand signs like folding my two hands under my head, meaning sleep and pointed from me to her. Before tonight, it had always been a definite "no" indication with her waving her hands. Night before last, she said "yes"! But now, I'm not quite ready. It's definitely a lot of fun during the chase but once you make the catch -- that's totally different. I definitely want to be completely sober when I go for it. Also the fear of diseases. AIDS is like a wildfire over here.

I decided to ask the young one out on what we Westerners consider a real date. What could she say but "Mayo" (no). Instead, she said yes! 

So Sunday morning we met and drove to the zoo. We walked and enjoyed all the sights and animals. She always had her arms around me or was holding my hand. This show of affection is not seen much here except for young lovers just before they get married, so needless to say we received plenty of stares from the local population.

At the end of a very enjoyable day, we slowly drove back with her head on my shoulder and her hand in my lap, slowly massaging my dick. As I let her out and we kissed, I could see a tiny tear in her eyes. This girl had never been treated like anything but a piece of meat. My heart went out to her. I told her I would see her the next week. With a small wave and a slight smile on her face, she sadly turned and walked towards the building where the bar was located. Back to hustling drinks.

She called three times last night wanting to see me. I finally managed to get her to understand that I would see her tomorrow. All I heard as she hung up the phone was a yell. Maybe it doesn't pay to treat someone like her with respect. But what the hell---that's just the way I am. Probably blow up in my face too.

The next visit to the bar was about the same the others. She was constantly hanging on to me as if I would run away. 

Looking into those beautiful brown eyes of hers, I tried to figure out what to say next.

"I want to see you this weekend," I said.

She was shaking like a leaf. I shrugged my shoulders as if trying to ask what was wrong. With a yell, she reached up and grabbed me around the neck, hugging me to her. In my ear I could faintly hear her say, "Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes," over and over again. 

I knew the other people in the bar were looking at us but why did I care. Right then, my world only revolved around the two chairs we sat in. To hell with everyone else and what they thought. Besides, I'm about two feet taller and out-weigh them about seventy-five pounds.

She agreed to meet at my place the following weekend. With many more kisses and much touching as she led me to the stairs, I said good-bye until the weekend. 

Sunday arrived and I waited downstairs for her. The cab pulled up and my China Doll emerged. We shook hands in public and made our way inside. Once inside the apartment, as the door shut behind us, she was instantly in my arms. For a girl that three weeks before didn't really gotten into the western way of kissing, now made me shake in my shoes. Her tongue dances all over my mouth and tongue. My breathing was coming is gasp. I felt her cunt rubbing against my swollen cock. I reached down cupping the cheeks of her ass, pulling her harder into me. I didn't want to rush it. I wanted everything to be perfect for her. 

I reached down and picked her up and moved towards the couch. Gently laying her on it, I eased down over her. Again her arms shot out surrounding me and pulling me to her. I then rolled off onto the floor. She looked at me with hurt eyes and a pout on her lips. I rose, reached down and picking her up and carried her into the bedroom. I stood her on the bed and started unbuttoning the buttons on her dress. I left her blouse on but gapping open. Then I removed her skirt and slowly slid down her pantyhose and panties. 

She stood there looking down at me. Her pussy staring me in the face. It had not been shaved. There just wasn't any hair on her cunt except for the clump above her slit. I couldn't help myself as I leaned forward and ran my tongue between her lips and up to her clit. With a loud moan, she started to push me away. 

"Not good -- Not good," she said.

"Yes, very, very good," I said as I kissed her hairless cunt lips again.

God, this girl had never been eaten. I stood up and pulled her to me, hugging her. Slowly I removed her top and bra. I had been right. Her tits were the size of lemons. I buried my head between them as her arms went around my head. She leaned back and made signs with her hands that she wanted to shower. Sliding my arms under her legs, I lifted her and carried her into the bathroom. 

The tub was a mountain of bubbles. I had fixed that earlier. Setting her down, I checked the water and then helped her step into the tub. With a little coaxing, I managed to get her to sit down. She smiled as the soothing warm water and suds surrounded her.

I got up and went to the kitchen to get the wine and two glasses. Returning to her, I poured us a glass and we made a toast. She then stood and started unbuttoning my shirt. I threw it to the floor as she went after my belt and pants. Stepping out of them, I turned towards her. Her eyes looked me up and down and then tentatively reached out and wrapped her hand around my cock. Gently she pulled me into the tub with her. I lay back until my back was resting against her chest. Reaching down retrieving our glasses, she again toasted us as we both lay there in the soothing water. Then her other hand came around and she started running her fingers through the hair on my chest. 

She was fascinated by it. I slowly turned until I was laying facing her. Again she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled my lips to hers. I could not believe the tenderness of this girl. We stayed in the tub until the water started cooling off. I rose and turned on the shower to rinse us off. As I turned her to rinse her back, she backed into me. Being so much taller than she, my cock struck her in the lower back. Slowly she leaned over bracing herself with one hand on the back of the tub. With the other, she reached back and grasp my now rock hard cock. Guiding it down until it slid between her legs and rested again the lips of her cunt. Slowly she started to move her ass back and forth over my dick. Soon she was moaning again. Bending my knees, I forced the head of my dick between those lips and was met with more heat than I'd ever felt. It was like having your dick stuck inside a hot water bottle. Soon I was coated with her juice and she slid forward and started back, she raised up on her toes. I found her opening and slid part way in. God, she was tight. Stopping for a minute so she could become accustomed to the size, I could feel the muscles inside clamping down on me. It was all I could do to keep form coming right then. 

Reaching down, I found her small tits and hard little nipples. I cupped them both and started rubbing the nipples. Groaning, she shoved herself back at me. With a gasp, she shoved back. I was completely embedded to the hilt in her. Slowly she started to move on me. I knew if she kept this up, I would finish but she wouldn't. Gritting my teeth, I reach down and found her clit. At first, just slightly touching it, the rubbing it harder and harder. 

"OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!" she screamed. 

Her muscles clamped down on me even harder. Then she moaned again and I felt her legs starting to give way under her. I quickly withdrew from her and stood her up straight, wrapping my arms around her. She was shaking like a leaf. 

Quickly, I stepped out of the tub and wrapped a towel around her. After drying her off, I again lifted her and carried her to the bed. As I was gently laying her down, she reached up, grabbing my arms pulling me down beside her.

I can't remember ever feeling as much tenderness and love coming for any woman I had ever met, as I felt at that moment. Looking into my eyes, she slowly pulled me down until my head was resting on her chest. We must have stayed like that for a hour before I felt her move. Raising my head, she moved from under me and made me lay on my stomach. She reached for the lotion by the bed and started giving me the best massage I'd ever had. After finishing my back she then made me roll over. I was sort of embarrassed because my hard-on was sticking straight up in the air. As if paying no attention, she continued with her massage. Every muscle was worked on. Soon I felt like a limp noodle. Ever muscle completely relaxed except or one.

Unexpectedly, she bent down and started licking my dick. My hips rose from the bed as I tried to meet her lips. I could tell that she was new at this but at least she was trying. She was driving me crazy. Then I felt her engulf my cock with her mouth and started the slow up and down movements. It was all I could do to control what was happening. I didn't know whether to let go and come down her throat or just enjoy it and save my load for later.

I reached down and lifted her up onto my lap as she buried her face into my neck. I started to talk to her even knowing she couldn't understand a word I was saying. She turned so that she was straddling my legs. Slowly she worked the head of my cock into her entrance. As I felt the heat consume me, my cock involuntarily twitched.

"UUUUUUUMMMMMMMM," she moaned.

Holding onto my neck as she leaned back, driving me deeply into her. She was still so damn tight. There was no way this girl could be a regular at screwing. Her movements grew stronger in intensity. I could feel the head of my dick hitting her womb each time she would bottom out on me.

"NO,NO,NNNNNNNOOOOOO, AAAAAAHHHHHHHH," she wailed.

"OH GOD, I'm COMINGGGGGGG," I moaned.

As I felt her inner muscles clamp down on me as she jammed herself onto me and held herself tightly to me. Her whole body shaking. Slowly, she drew back and looked into my eyes. Then lowering her lips to mine kissing me deeply. 

We woke up some time later. Still glued together. My softened dick still inside her. We slowly rose and staggered to the bathroom to clean up. Later as we set on the couch drinking tea, I tried to ask questions.

With a lot of patience and trying, I managed to get out of her that I was the first man she had been with since her divorce from her husband. She had a three year old son. She had worked in a factory before but took the job at the bar to make more money. She only worked there on a percentage basis on the drinks the customers bought while she sat at their tables. Not for sex. She was not a prostitute. She said she could never sell herself.

As the two days ended, and she was leaving, I tried to offer her money. She would no except anything. With a sad look on her face, she turned to me.

"You still think me whore?" she asked.

"No! I know you are not whore," I said. "I just wanted to help."

"Then you help by being friend and lover," she stated in broken English. "No money."

"Always! Always," I said. "Whenever you need me."

She kissed me warmly and then walked out the door. 

I got a call from her yesterday. My translator was there, so I let her be the go between. Everything she had told me evidentially had been the truth. She was no whore. This weekend, she is coming to see me again. Where is this going? Who the hell knows? For that matter, who cares? If it's good, then enjoy it. 

I know, for a single guy, this is probably the most content I've been in a while. 

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China Doll



I guess you could say he had it bad. Yellow fever, that is. Dad was where he got it. I just happen to be his half sister. I guess I should start at the beginning. 

Thomas Christopher, T.C., was born one month early. He was the only survivor in an accident involving his mother and a drunk driver. I think if it weren't for him, dad would have committed suicide. He gave dad something to live for. 

Eight years later, dad met my mother. And two years after that I was born. I was named for my great-grandmother. My name is Miki. My mother is from Japan, and my dad is from Texas. Am I ever confused. I am the only Texan with a Japanese accent that I know. 

T.C. followed me around all the time. He was my guardian and my knight in shining armor. He loved me and I didn't notice. I guess it was because he was so much older than me. I knew he was there but I was to busy playing with my dolls.

When he turned 18, he had graduated from high school and went to collage. I was only 8 and I missed him. I could not believe it. Why would I care? He was so much older than me. I just didn't know until mom told me it was because he was always there and now he isn't.

I hit puberty with a ... I would like to say bang, but I can't. I grew to 5'1". That was 1" taller than my mother. My breasts, tits, grew to a size 32D, waist 24, hips 32. I was a virgin until I turned 19. And that brings us to now.

My brother, T.C., got a job just after his collage days in Maine. He called to tell us how cold it was and we all laughed. I told him to come home and he said no. I was devastated. I graduated from school and got accepted to USC. I went one year and lived in the dorm. It was HELL! I couldn't get any studying done. I begged my parents to let me find an apartment so my grades could improve. They relented. I went apartment hunting one month before my sophomore year. 

I was shocked when the fourth house I came to was owned by my brother. "T.C.!"

"Miki?!?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I was promoted to CEO of the company and moved here when the company moved."

"You didn't call and tell us."

"I also didn't tell you that I am sole owner of the company. I also can't tell you something."

"What? That you love me? I already know that. I also know that I love you."

"Not the way I love you. You can't. I am so in love with you, it hurts. I can't find anybody to love me enough to get you out of my mind."

"What are you saying, T.C.?"

"I remember the little girl I left behind. I also remember my step-mom. I would fall asleep with her on my mind. How she looked naked. I would dream about her. I would see her and call out your name." 

"You saw mom naked?"

"I lost my virginity to her. She loved me so much that she was going to leave dad for me. I talked her out of it as I was in love with you."

"I was too young for you then. I was only 8 when you left."

"I know. I was sick then. I wanted her and I wanted you. I just had to leave. When I called after I got out of collage, I thought I was safe. I got sick after hearing both your and mom's voices. I wanted to come home so bad."

"I wanted you home so many times. I talked to mom and she too wanted you home. Now I know why. She just wanted to have some one fuck her. Dad sure as hell won't."

"I know. He was just keeping face when he married mom and had you."

"What do you mean, 'keeping face'?"

"Haven't you guessed? He is as gay as a three dollar bill."

"He's not gay."

"Sure he is. I caught him fucking his business partner one day. He was so busy sucking cock he didn't know I was there. I guess that is why mom and I fucked. I was so pissed at him for leaving a hot looking Asian like that high and dry, I just had to keep her happy."

Mom was only 20 when I was born. I only wish she was wiser. It was her innocence that got her into a loveless marriage. "Do you want me here?"

"I want you. I want you naked. I want to lick your pussy. I want to fuck you. I want to make love to you. YES!!!! I WANT YOU HERE!!!!"

I got up and walked upstairs and went into his bedroom. I don't know why I did but I did. I stripped naked. I laid down on his bed. And then I said to him, "Take me."

I watched him strip off his clothes. I had never seen a naked man before. Well a real one. I had seen a lot of pictures in the dorm. Most of the girls had some hanging on their walls. Some, of course, had pictures of women. I saw his cock and went numb. It was huge. I found out later it was 9" long and 2" wide. At the time I only knew he was going to put it into me. 

"Are you a virgin?"

"Yes, but not for long. TAKE ME! I'M YOUR CHINA DOLL! PLAY WITH ME!"

I felt him as he slowly entered me. I felt my hymen split. I felt the pleasure and the pain of loosing my virginity. I was so high on my brother's cock in my pussy I didn't hear him yell out. 

"OH GOD! YOU ARE SO TIGHT I'M COMMING!!!!!"

I felt his release and I came with him. I wanted to do it again and again. I wanted to just let myself fall into his love and never come out. But what about mom and dad? Oh just screw dad. He was gay and didn't matter to me. But mom did.

"I think we should call home and tell them I found a place to stay. I also think we should get mom to join us."

"You do????"



China Doll



I stared at the flickering computer screen and watched the spreadsheet in front of me curl together like day-old gravy. It was like a slow leak of gray matter was collecting in puddles across my desktop. Two million dollars in savings needed to be squeezed from a budget already gutted beyond recognition and I had a better guess why the Mona Lisa was smiling than I did for finding the missing money. 

I know it sounds like I'm whining. From the outside looking in, executive life can seem pretty sweet. There's the country club membership, the corporate jet, the client schmooze events at five-star-resorts. Things could be worse, for sure. But peel back the flashy exterior and it can be a pressure cooker on the inside. The markets are more cutthroat than ever, eating bigger chunks of its young each day. All of us are expected to do more with less, do it faster, and, oh yeah, do it with a fucking smile too. I shouldn't forget the action item for replacing my beer-drinking-buddy's job with a half-priced Indian three oceans over. Most days it feels like one big corporate gang bang where guys like me are the lubricated guest of honor. 

The door to my office cracked open and my temporary secretary, Mei Lin, peeked inside. She was just finishing her first month on the job since arriving on assignment from our Tokyo branch. The company had started a new employee exchange program, swapping personnel between international divisions to strengthen our "global diversity". In Mei Lin's case, she was here to fill in for Diane, my long-standing secretary who was on extended sabbatical taking care of a newly arrived granddaughter. 

"Excuse please, Mr. Handee," Mei Lin said.

He voice was tiny and hesitant. I motioned for her to step inside. "Come in, Mei Lin . . . it's alright."

She stepped forward, bowing slightly as she approached my desk. Immediately I noticed something peculiar. It was her eyes. Large, dark, and almond shaped, they were normally bright and expressive, but today they were puffy and strained, like she had been crying.

"Your business person not on time," she told me.

"I'm . . . sorry?" 

Her brow furrowed as she formed her words. "Your business person . . . Mr. Preston Sinclair . . . he not here."

I looked at the clock. "Preston's not supposed to be here for another fifteen minutes." 

More confusion on her face. That part was normal. Mei Lin barely spoke English, something that was carefully masked on her transfer documentation as 'acceptable to function on a foreign assignment'. I took that to mean she could stumble through daily conversations and stumble we often did.

I tapped the face of my watch. "Not time, yet, Mei Lin. The meeting is at four." 

I held up some fingers for emphasis.

She shook her head. "No . . . he not here . . . he not coming here."

"Ohhhh . . . you mean he cancelled?" I gave a 'no more' motion with my hands. "He's not coming at all?"

She smiled encouragingly and bowed again. "Yes, please . . . not coming at all."

I removed my glasses and squeezed the bridge of my nose. I'd counted on Sinclair to help with the missing pieces of this financial jigsaw puzzle I was trying to solve and finding him missing in action was only making a difficult situation harder.

"Figures," I answered. There was a moment of silence as I weighed my options. "I really need that data he's got."

Mei Lin stared at me, her hands laced in front of her, but said nothing.

"Oh well," I continued. "Just have to make do, I guess. Thanks for telling me."

I went back to work, but felt her presence linger. When I looked back, she was standing at the edge of my desk and watching me.

"I go now," she finally said, starting to turn away.

"Mei Lin?"

She paused, then turned back, her puppy-dog eyes pleading. "Yes please, Mr. Handee?"

I hesitated before addressing the obvious. I really didn't have time to play Dr. Phil. With Sinclair blowing me off, the job in front of me was looming. Still, I could tell the woman had more to say. 

"Everything okay?" I asked.

No sooner had my sentence finished that she broke down in tears. Even on my best day, which this definitely wasn't, I'm not good with weeping females. I reached to the credenza behind me and grabbed the box of tissues, pushing it across the desk. "Here . . . sit down."

She took a tissue from the box and sat in the opposing chair. Chauvinist that I am, it was hard not to notice how her knee-length skirt rose when she crossed her legs. Her business attire for the day was a form-fitting, lavender skirt, pleated all around. It cupped her narrow waist, then flared slightly across her hips. Her blouse was a lighter lavender, the top two buttons unfastened to reveal a slender neckline and a wisp of cleavage. While it was a professional and unassuming look, it definitely tugged at my imagination in a variety of inappropriate ways. 

"Mr. Handee," she said between sniffles, dabbing her nose and tugging her skirt to cover her exposed knee. "Why nobody like me?"

"Not like you? Why do you say that?"

"None of ladies talk to me. I try and be nice and they not talk back . . . seem mad at me and I no do anything for them to be mad at me?"

So that was it. I suppressed a smile. Being liked wasn't Mei Lin's problem, but I could see how she might feel that way. The men in our office, particularly my executive peers, quite liked her. My little 'China Doll' doll, they liked to call her. It wasn't worth trying to explain that she was from Japan and not China. I've heard more than a few water-cooler jokes about how tasty she would look in one of those cute little schoolgirl uniforms so popular in Asian adult videos. 

While I'd guess her age between twenty and twenty-five, she had a young face laced with innocence combined with a rocking little Asian body that appears barely legal, baby-smooth skin, and ass-length raven hair that swings two and fro as she hurries about the executive halls. She was definitely admired—actually, lust would be a better description—but admired all the same.

While the male executives lusted, the female executives sneered, and I'm sure that was the source of her isolation. Simply put, women in our office can be catty when they're jealous and many were just that. They didn't like the attention Mei Lin drew from the men, which led to quick branding that she possessed more empty sex appeal than professional competence. I didn't think she noticed, but obviously I was wrong. 

I spent the next few minutes trying to reassure her. I knew the language barrier between us only made for limited understanding, but she seemed to sense my sincerity.

"You're doing a great job, Mei Lin . . . we're lucky to have you here. You just keep doing the best job you can do and the others will come around. I promise."

She smiled, stood up, wiped her tears, and came around the desk to hug me. Not only did she look good, but she smelled wonderful.

"Thank you, Mr. Handee," she said, her arms hugging my neck, my nose nestled against the opening in her blouse. "You always be so nice. I go back to work now."

Her perfume stayed with me as she pulled away. "You're welcome," I said. 

I turned to my computer so she wouldn't see me blush and was faced with the murky spreadsheet. Sinclair, you bastard, I thought to myself. He'd pay for blowing me off. "What a day," I whispered under my breath.

I closed my eyes, squeezed the side of my neck, and leaned my head in a stretch intended to break the gathering tension. At this rate, I wouldn't be home until after midnight. 

Expecting Mei Lin to leave, I was startled when she returned and her hands began massaging my shoulders. Her strength was even more surprising. The woman couldn't weigh ninety pounds soaking wet, yet her fingers dug into me like they were banded in steel. 

"Mei Lin help Mr. Handee feel better," she said.

In her country, the cultures and business climate are dramatically different than the United States. Males are dominant and I suspect shoulder massages were all but commonplace in her home office, if not part of a secretary's core job duties. How could I explain that life in the states was different? Very different. In fact, it could be pretty easy to misinterpret what was happening if somebody walked in and saw us like this. 

I placed my hands on hers. "Mei Lin . . . that's very nice . . . but really, not necessary."

Once again, my words weren't registering. Her fingers only moved lower and her grip tightened.

"Sitting tight, Mr. Handee."

I chuckled at her misuse of the language. In truth, as irregular as the moment was, she was doing a damn good job of unwinding my stress. It seemed her job training extended to massage techniques, as she alternated with her elbow to apply pressure points that were painful at first, yet sent tingling sensations down my spine that left the surrounding muscles noticeably limber. As much as I needed to stop her, I kept buying a few extra seconds, as it felt too damn good. The more I gave in, the more I rationalized. She initiated the moment. It wasn't like I coerced her. For that matter, it was just a neck massage . . . no inappropriate lines being crossed. If she could help me to loosen up, I might actually find the missing money. A 'win win', if ever I heard of one. 

"Feels good, Mei Lin . . . thank you."

After a few steady minutes, her hands slowed, then stopped. With one palm still on my shoulder, she stepped to the side and stared down at me. "Mr. Handee like more?"

It was a question I allowed to linger, my gaze traveling up her pleated skirt and across her perky breasts as I considered all the inappropriate ways to answer. When our eyes met, she had a knowing smile, as if she could read my lecherous thoughts. 

I cleared my throat and tried to remain composed. "That was very beneficial," I said. "I feel like a million dollars . . . or that I might find that two million I'm looking for."

Her head tipped to the side and her long hair fell across her chest as her brain worked to interpret my words. "You like?" she repeated.

I nodded vigorously. "Very much . . . very good." I took her hand in mine and stroked her fingers. "Very strong hands," I said.

She thought for a moment, then looked inquisitive. "You like . . . more?" she asked.

I laughed and gave her hand a squeeze. Her flesh was warm. "I'm okay now. Strong hands. Very helpful. Thank you." 

Her expression changed. Gone for a moment was anything forced. I still detected a smile, but more genuine than before, with a hint of mischief in her eyes. 

My heartbeat quickened when she leaned down and placed her tiny hand on my crotch. Her almond eyes met with mine. "Mei Lin help Mr. Handee to not sit so tight?"

My cock twitched and began to swell. I delicately lifted her fingers as my heart raced. "That's not . . . I mean, very nice of you to offer, but not what I meant."

She hesitated, then looked at me seriously. "Mr. Handee always nice to Mei Lin. Mei Lin want to be nice to Mr. Handee. Help him not sit so tight. Help him feel nice."

I laughed nervously. "Well, that's a very generous offer, but I need to pass."

She pushed her hair over her shoulder and walked to the door. I swallowed hard as she turned the latch into a locked position before returning to where I was seated. 

"Mei Lin . . ." I said.

There was no reply as her thighs brushed against mine. Before I could say anything further, she dropped to her knees and shuffled towards me before spreading my legs. 

"Mei Lin—" I whispered again, the words catching in my throat.

She looked up at me and smiled, pushing me back into the chair before her fingers loosened my tie.

"Mei Lin help Mr. Handee feel nice," she said, staring up at me with those innocent brown eyes.

My tie hit the floor and I took in a sharp breath. Her palms returned to my shoulders, ran down my chest, and settled on my belt buckle. One hand began unfastening while the other massaged the outline of my cock. I was fully erect, struggling to think of something other than how delicious her mouth looked. 

"Not a good idea—" I finally managed.

"Not good?" she said, feigning concern. "Mr. Handee not like Mei Lin either?"

I inched my ass slightly off the chair as she traced the outline of my erection with her fingertips, draining my willpower. "I like you very much," I said.

She smiled again. "Mei Lin like you too."

Was I out of my mind? That was an easy yes. But at that moment, I was so overcome with a twisted blend of tension and desire that thinking straight seemed impossible. 

I began to itemize the situation: late in the day; office almost empty; Sinclair canceling our meeting. What the fuck? It added up to a calculated risk, as impromptu as it all started. I leaned across, grabbed the box of tissues, and pulled it to the edge of the desk. Mei Lin smiled. Through all the false starts, we were definitely communicating now. 

I licked my lips and studied her features as she continued stroking me through my pants. Her cheeks were high, her lips glistening under a coat of wet pink gloss, parting to reveal a gorgeous, white smile. 

"Mei Lin helping Mr. Handee to not sit tight?" she asked again, this time more playfully.

My eyes fluttered and I smiled. "About to . . . about to help a lot . . ."

With her lower lip pinched in her teeth, she dragged down my zipper and slipped her fingers into the opening of my trousers, inching deeper while attempting to fish out my cock. I loosened the last few buttons of my shirt to create an empty space that exposed my stomach—a space that would hopefully catch any happiness before it spilled into a hard-to-explain stain. 

Keep the pants on . . . take them off . . .? There needed to be a plan should my office door suddenly spring open. Odds for that happening were low, but still, I stood a better chance at recovery if I stayed dressed than if my pants were tangled around my ankles. Truth be told, if somebody did walk in, I'd be busted in a way that couldn't be explained. 

Fuck it. If I was going to bet my livelihood on a moment of indiscretion, I might as well be comfortable.

"Just a second," I said.

I forked a thumb in each side of my pants and shoved them downward to a mid-thigh level. Mei Lin caught on immediately, shuffling back on her knees and untying my shoes before removing my socks. She stood up, grabbed the cuffs of my suit pants and walked backwards. After removing my boxers, I was naked from the waist down. It was a delightfully sinful moment, sitting there exposed and stroking myself while I watched her neatly fold my pants, socks, and finally the shoes. It was like having my own, private geisha.

Once finished, she returned to her place between my legs. She nestled closer, her head tilting curiously to the side as her eyes fell to my cock, now fully engorged and pleading for her attention. She moved my hand aside and replaced it wither hers, using her long, red fingernail to tickle and tease the sensitive head before wrapping her fingers around me and squeezing. 

Her hands were so small that it made my erection throb. I held on to the chair handles while she slid her clenched fist up and down my length. Like the shoulder massage earlier, she seemed practiced. After a few seconds of delicious stroking, she slid her thumb across the tip, masterfully spreading a layer of pre-cum across the spongy knob and down the sides before pumping me faster. I held my breath in a weak attempt to stay quiet, but I was proving unsuccessful. 

"Good?" she asked in that same tiny voice, the squeaking sound getting louder as her wet palm rode up and down my shaft.

I nodded, clutched for breath, and then gasped.

"More, Mr. Handee?" 

I covered her hand with mine and slowed her down. She looked at me expectantly. Leaning forward, I caressed her cheek, then moved lower and unfastened the top button of her blouse. I didn't want sex. I just wanted to see more of her delicious body when I came. Her gaze fell to my hands and she watched what I was doing, saying nothing. Still, I sensed her hesitance. My heart was beating wildly when her eyes returned to mine. 

"I just want to look at you while you do this. Nothing more. Just look . . . you're so beautiful. Do you understand?"

She said nothing and picked up where I left off, working the buttons of her blouse downward, one after another, until the matching lavender bra hidden beneath came into view. Her breasts weren't overly large, but her frame was small, making them appear crowded in her bra. Resting between her cleavage was a small half-moon pendant dangling on a spaghetti-thin gold chain. It was a sensational view. 

I watched as she finished unbuttoning the blouse, first pulling the tails from inside her skirt, and then unlacing her arms. She tossed the top to the chair where my clothes were folded before reaching behind her back and working loose the clasp of her bra. She braced her arm across her chest to hold her bra in place, hiding her nipples as she slid off the shoulder straps, one after the other. Her shyness was only fueling my desire. 

"You're a beautiful woman, Mei Lin," I said, stroking my erection as I watched her.

After a few seconds, my cock still in hand, I leaned forward and slowly caressed her arm before gently tugging it away and removing the bra to reveal her chest. Her breasts were full and natural, with delightfully plump nipples that were larger than I expected. She was blushing as I playfully tossed the bra behind me and out of view. We laughed, breaking the tension.

I leaned back in the chair and worked my hand faster, drinking in her nudity. She played along, running her fingertips over her mouth before making wet circles around each areola. The whole eroticism of the moment was leaving me crazy. Was this turning her on as much as it was me?

 

She moved closer and her breasts brushed against my bare legs. Her hand replaced mine. This time she was all business. Nothing gentle. No teasing. She had a grip on my shaft and pumped my cock with both hands, one holding the base, the other stroking, then both stroking together. Her tits jiggled with the pounding motion as her eyes stayed locked with mine. I wanted to speak, wanted to convey how fucking incredible it felt, but the sentences wouldn't form. I could sense the warmth start to gather as my orgasm approached. My knuckles turned white as I squeezed the chair handles. 

"Going to come," I managed, having no clue if she understood.

She processed my message. Only a few more seconds to eruption and, without warning, she slowed down, staying off my climax. I gasped, then laughed, as my need for release reached a fever pitch. She giggled at my frustration and, I'm sure, enjoyed the spell she had over me. 

"Let me touch you," I said.

She said nothing in return. Without warning, her head fell to my lap and I felt her warm, wet mouth take me in. 

"Oh, fuck—" I gasped.

Her motion was at first slow and methodical as she sucked, the thick shaft sliding effortlessly between her cheeks. Then she tightened her mouth around me, drawing me deeper with increased friction. After a few seconds, she came up for air and looked up at me with those almond eyes as her tongue swirled around the head and she pumped the shaft. A thick strand of pre-cum stretched from her bottom lip to my cock. Before I could speak, I was back in her mouth, her head rising and falling against my lap, my erection appearing and disappearing between her cheeks. Her lips closed tighter and locked around the sensitive head as I felt her tongue slide back and forth, tickling until my legs shook with pleasure.. The approach of my orgasm began a new ascent. Building. The temperature climbing. My breath growing more shallow. 

"Mei Lin . . . stop . . . can't—"




China Doll



She moved faster. I was trying to keep it back, which only pushed me closer to the edge. Coincidence or careful manipulation, I'll never know, but she pulled back in the final seconds, pumping me with her fist as I came in a long gush of semen that reached chin height before settling on my stomach, exactly in the space where I'd opened my shirt. She didn't flinch, didn't slow, pumping me harder as another surge came forward, then a final one after that. I was moaning uncontrollably, gasping and, no thread of personal composure left. 

Until I heard the click of the intercom. 

Our office is wired with a dedicated two-way speaker system that connects the internal executive office with the secretary station in the greeting area. Diane and I—or in these temporary times, Mei Lin—normally use it to communicate. It's designed for quick hits like dictation, or when visitors need to be announced from outside, or when one of us needs a fast answer to a question. The unit makes a loud click, followed be a squelch and the person on the sending end can talk, but can't hear anything until activation happens on my end. In those precious seconds, that feature saved my ass, as whoever was standing outside would have definitely heard my gasps of pleasure or, more likely, something akin to a mid-afternoon heart attack.

"Jack . . . you in there?" the voice asked through the speaker.

Mei Lin's eyes grew wide with surprise and she dropped my cock, her hand covered in semen. My heart pounded like a jackhammer. We both went for the tissue box at the same time. I grabbed a handful and so did she, each of us frantically trying to clean up. It took me several seconds to mop up the spill on my stomach.

"My PANTS!" I mouthed in a stressed whisper, pointing frantically. "Hand them to me."

She tossed her tissues in the waste basket and stood up, her breasts jiggling as her eyes darted about in frightened despair.

"Oh, Jaaack," came the taunting male voice over the intercom. "Too early for you to be leaving for the day. Thought you needed my help with the numbers? It's Preston. My client bailed, so I came over. You in there?"

Mei Lin tossed me my trousers, grabbed her blouse and laced it on, then frantically took it off again. "Fuck, where's my bra?!" she asked. "Where did you throw my bra when you took it off?"

I was trying to think fast. "Uh . . . There! Over . . . I mean under the printer stand!"

She stepped around me, grabbed it, and in record time had it pulled on, snapped, and the blouse halfway buttoned. I stuffed my underwear in a bottom drawer, then pulled on my pants, grabbed my socks, and was almost finished with my shoes. . . 

That's when it hit me. Where did you throw my bra when you took it off? . . . her English . . . it was perfect. Gone was the fragmentation in her speech. Gone was any hint of an accent. 

Then Preston's voice blared again over the intercom.

"Well . . . I guess you're not here," he said.

The only thing left was my tie. I grabbed it, looped it around my neck, and pressed a finger to my mouth in a signal for Mei Lin to stop what she was doing and be quiet as I pressed the intercom button. 

"Sinclair . . . is that you?" I said.

Click—squelch. "Oh, so you are in there? What are you doing, jerking off?"

Mei Lin smiled and turned away.

"Sure, buddy," I said. "Whatever you say. Thought you were my secretary. Hey, could you grab me a cup of coffee while you're out there, maybe handle my filing?" 

I was stalling for time as I tied my shoes. 

A long second, then another squelch. "Very funny, Jack," Preston said.

Seconds later, the door handle rattled, followed by a knock. "Open up!" I heard him say.

"Yeah, be there in a second."

I stood up, finished with my tie and stopped by the wall mirror mounted on the back of my door to straighten my clothes. I motioned for Mei Lin to stand to the side where she wouldn't be seen before opening the door to greet Preston.

"Listen, I'm glad you're here," I said, blocking his view into my office. "But I was serious about the coffee. I'm dying for a cup. C'mon, I'll buy."

I walked out, leading him from the half-opened door, down the hallway, and around the corner to the executive cafeteria, stalling with small talk while I provided Mei Lin time for an exit of her own. 

-=-=

The drive from my house in the suburbs to the office takes a little over an hour. The following morning it seemed to glide by in less than ten minutes, a symptom of too much on my mind. Preston was right; he did have some creative ideas regarding my financial mess. Not a surprise, as he's our division hotshot, always pulling down numbers the way magicians pull rabbits out of hats. For me, I could plod through a spreadsheet and understand the fundamentals of budget management, but I'll never be one of those whiz kids who stares at a page and does quantum calculus in his head. Preston is one of those guys.

I admit it was pretty exciting watching him hammer out the math, showing a bottom line improvement of over two and a half million. However, while I lag in the math department, I know my business and asked enough questions to decide what's too good to be true often is. 

In simple terms, his recommendations were risky at best. It involved manipulating data to make it look like money had been made, when in reality, the revenue was still outstanding. Sort of like buying on credit cards, accumulating vast amounts of material wealth that create an illusion of success, only to collapse under the installment payment plan. It was a scheme hinged on a windfall of cash in the second half of the year, enough to make up for the fudged numbers up front. Preston's assurance almost sounded foolproof, as he'd done the same thing before with success, but I still had my doubts. Doubts or not, I was desperate and needed something creative to pull me out of this mess. I told him I'd think it over and get back to him.

Beyond the financial problems, there was Mei Lin. I was still overwhelmed by the events of the previous afternoon. Exactly how I went from providing a shoulder to lean on to losing my pants and burying my cock in her mouth wasn't exactly clear. I'm usually painfully conservative at the office, not even flirting for fear of sexual harassment accusations. Closest I've ever come to anything risqué is some after-hours phone sex with a female friend I connected with through the stories I publish on the internet. That alone seemed daring and it was all but anonymous, not to mention conducted over long distance.

I think the leap of indiscretion with Mei Lin happened because it seemed contained, if not a secret that wouldn't be easily leaked. Let's face it: if the woman can barely speak English, gossip isn't a measurable risk. 

But more than that, I felt like we connected in the short time since she arrived in the states. I wanted to believe that things became so heated between us because there was something beyond just physical lust. I wanted to believe she would understand the implications of sharing our little secret and keep it between her and I. 

But there was still one problem. When she asked me about her bra, she revealed something totally unexpected. That was the part that haunted me; if she had lied about her language skills, what else didn't I know? 

I parked my car in the downstairs garage and took the elevator to the executive floor. It as just after eight and the halls were already buzzing with activity. I issued my usual greetings in reception and walked the corridor to my office. Mei Lin was poised at her secretary station when I rounded the corner. She wasn't alone. The college kid from the mail room was making his deliveries. His wire cart full of letters and packages was parked in front of her desk. He was doing most of the talking while she smiled pleasantly. I was sure the conversation was a front, giving him a good angle to peek down her dress.

She turned to me as I approached and we made eye contact. I studied her for a reaction. Fundamentally, our relationship had changed overnight. Having a dick in a woman's mouth will do that. 

Despite everything that had transpired, all seemed normal. It was the same pleasant smile I see every morning. She handed me my daily calendar along with a stack of mail just delivered by horny-boy.

"Good morning, Mr. Handee," she said, bowing her head slightly without standing.

"Morning, Mei Lin." 

I entered my office, took a seat in my chair, and started sorting through the mail. Our usual routine proceeded, with her appearing a few minutes later to bring me a cup of coffee. I accepted it, weighing my next move. 

"Mei Lin," I said, as she turned to leave.

"Yes please, Mr. Handee?"

I hesitated, unsure of what I really wanted to say. "Uh . . . about yesterday. I hope you're okay?"

She looked puzzled. "O-kay?"

"I mean . . . with . . . what happened between us." She gave me her usual look of confusion. "You know . . . "

I made a pumping motion with my hand, which helped to break the tension as we both laughed. 

"It won't happen again," I added.

Her face turned grave. "You mad with Mei Lin for making you feel nice?"

"No . . . no . . . not mad at all. I just want to make sure you're okay. You know, that you don't feel uncomfortable around me."

She nodded. "Mei Lin fine."

She waited for another awkward second, then turned to leave. As I watched her ass—the sensational ass that it is—I still had this uneasy feeling we were playing some twisted game of charades. 

"Mei Lin," I said before she reached the door.

She turned. "Yes please, Mr. Handee?"

I had to give her credit. Whatever this act was, it was convincing. 

"I think it's time we stop playing games, don't you?" 

She looked puzzled. "Games?" she said. "No understand."

I allowed for a moment of silence, if only for effect.

"I think you do understand, Mei Lin. I think you understand everything I'm saying and I think you probably speak perfect English too. Yesterday . . . do you not remember asking me about your bra? Before you had time to think?"

She stared at me without answering.

"I remember. I think it went something like, 'where did you throw my bra when you took it off?' I added. "A nice, complete, articulate sentence. Queen's English if ever I heard it. Now tell me, what's really going on here? And, please . . . save the 'no understand' line for another time."

She stared at me, but this time I sensed no bewilderment. Every word I said was registering. With no answer, she closed the door. When she turned to me, her demeanor was noticeably different. Her gait was full of assurance as she moved towards my desk. She pulled back the chair and sat down, her shoulders back, her eyes fixed with mine as she crossed her legs, giving little consideration to how much of her thigh was exposed by her rising skirt. 

We stared at each other for several seconds, each waiting for the other to make the first move. 

"Well, Jack," she finally began. "I can call you Jack, can't I? Seeing how we sort of bonded last night."

I was careful not to let my jaw drop. Poker face, I reminded myself. Let her take him it from here.

"Sure . . . call me Jack."

"Thanks. You're right, I do speak English. And write it also, much better than those hack secretaries you have muddling through their bosses' dictation. It always amazes how mono-lingual people can't expend the energy to learn their own language. I speak four, in case you were wondering."

This was too fucking weird. 

"Impressive," I said. "So why the innocent Japanese girl act?"

"Pretty simple," she said. "You'd be surprised what people will say when they don't think you'll understand. I know all sorts of things about this office."

"Do you now? Shock me with your knowledge."

"Alright . . . you know Phelps, the head of sales?"

"Of course I do."

"Sleeping with his aerobics instructor," she said flatly.

I chuckled. "Don't think so . . . he's like Mr. family guy." 

"Agreed. That's why he keeps partitions in his life. His word, not mine. Separates church and state . . . wife from mistress. He's found himself a little somebody on the side who'll let him ride her doggy style. I guess his wife's a little uptight in that department. Ms. Aerobics also wears some sort of theatre mask while they're doing it. I stopped listening when it got to that part. Too much information, you know? Evidently he pays for her apartment in the city in exchange for conjugal visits."

I didn't respond. The truth was, I had heard all about Phelps and his life partitions, although the theatre mask part was new for me too and, I agreed, too much information. He'd done some macho bragging at a happy hour after he'd thrown back one too many beers. While his affair wasn't widely publicized, it was only him and I that night and I knew very few others had the same details, which added some credibility to Mei Lin's story.

"Interesting . . . so you play dumb to learn everybody's dirty secrets?" I asked.

"Hardly. I play dumb to accomplish what I was brought here to do."

"Good secretaries are anything but dumb, Mei Lin."

"No offense to anybody on the floor, Jack, but I'm not a secretary. I have two graduate degrees, one in international business and another in international finance. I have the equivalent of your certified public accounting degree. I could run circles around most of the executives on this floor. I'm not here to fetch coffee . . . I'm here to find a snake."

My mind was racing. I tried to recount any conversations I had in Mei Lin's presence—conversations I might have forgone.

"You're losing me."

"Somebody is cooking the books here and I've been sent from corporate to figure out who that somebody is before they do real damage."

"Cooking the books? You can't be serious?"

"Oh, but I am. Serious as a heart attack."

"Why are you telling me all this?" I asked.

"Well, I sort of have to, now don't I? Otherwise you're liable to blow my cover."

"What's stopping me from doing that anyway?"

She thought for a moment. "Well, I'd like to think you'd do the right thing. Whoever is doing this, it's bad for business, and that affects all of us, you included. But if I need collateral, I suppose there's that mutual secret we now share. You keep mine and I'll keep yours. Besides, do you really want to get sucked into this?"

"More than I already am?" I spun in my chair and stared out the window as I tried to figure out just what the fuck I was going to do. "So, what do you want?" 

"Who said I want anything?"

I got up and started to pace the room. "This isn't making sense."

"No sense? It makes total sense," she said. "Corporate knows somebody is messing around with the financials. If they send in a SWAT team to find out what's happening, the person or persons will hunker down and everything will look normal. They use me to sniff them out. Your division keeps showing profits, Jack, yet you're bleeding money somewhere. It's not making the bottom line in the end. If they don't figure out who it is and surgically remove them, damage to the company's reputation—not to mention the stock price—could be devastating, especially if it leaks to the media. Think of me as a cleaner of sorts. Here to root out the bad blood before it's too late."

"How do you know it's not me cooking the books?" 

"Because you can barely add two numbers together. Don't get me wrong. You're smart as hell and a great executive. Your customers love you. But, let's be candid—finance isn't your bag. I've already looked over your spreadsheets. You really should be more careful with sharing your passwords to the network."

"I only share them with my secretary."

"And look what that got you," she said with a wry smirk.

"Yeah . . . look what that got me. Teach me to think with my dick."

She was taken back by my comment. "What's that supposed to mean?"

I was losing my cool. I didn't know if I felt duped or just plain stupid.

"I just feel pretty naïve, that's all. I should have seen your little tactic coming and instead I was suckered into it, probably like all the rest. Tell me, how many men have you had to screw in the office to build your snitch network, Mei Lin?"

She stared at me, her eyes etched with tension. In truth, I have no idea where my question came from, as it's definitely not in my character to be so abrasive. All I know is that I was feeling desperate. I had no real idea what I had gotten myself into and could see all too clearly how quickly I would be ruined if the tryst with Mei Lin was discovered. She had me over a barrel and the words were tumbling out of my mouth, jagged and toxic, before I had time to think. 

But when I saw the hurt in her eyes, I knew I had gone too far. 

She never answered my question, instead standing and marching for the door. I bolted past her, pushing the door shut with a thud before she could leave.

"Get out of my way, Jack. I mean it."

Despite her attempt to restrain herself, the tears were welling in her eyes and I can't think of many times in life when I felt smaller than I did at that moment.

"Mei Lin . . . I'm sorry. That was totally out of line."

Her chin trembled and she wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand. "You're right, it was out of line. Now would you move so I can leave?"

"No," I answered.

"Excuse me?"

"Can we just sit for a second so I can explain?"

She looked away and stood there motionless, her hand never leaving the doorknob. 

I took her by the arm and led her to the nearby leather couch situated in the conversation area on the far side of my office. Once she was seated, I moved to the desk, grabbed the tissue box, and then joined her.

"Here," I said. "There's still some left over from yesterday."

She laughed nervously and dabbed her eyes. "What is it about this place? It's made me cry twice in two days. I'm supposed to be a pro at this stuff."

"So, yesterday . . . the tears . . . that part was real?"

She glared at me over the top of her tissue.

I held up my hands in defense. "Hey, I didn't mean it like that. It's just, I don't know what to believe right now. You're a pretty good actress."

She nodded. "Fair enough. Yes, the tears yesterday were all real. Women can be so catty."

"What happened?"

"It's not worth going into. I was just having a bad day. It can be exhausting having to portray this double existence day in and day out, and it's even worse with no friends. Most days it doesn't bother me, as I can't be myself anyway, even after hours, but yesterday, it just all got to me."

"I'm sure it is hard. . . and I'm sorry for my part in upsetting you. It's just, all this is really unsettling. But I have to hand it to you. We've spent a lot of time together and you had me fooled, right up until the eleventh hour."

We sat in silence as she twisted at the tissue between her fingers. "I need to tell you something, Jack."

After everything that happened, I only wondered what she had to say next. "Go ahead."

She looked into my eyes. "That thing that happened between us yesterday . . . that was between us and nobody else and it had nothing to do with what I'm here to do. You're the only one I've been intimate with in this office. Mistake or not, I didn't do it to have something to hold over your head. I did it because I like you and I felt a connection between us."

I smiled. "I like you too."

"I've never done anything like that before," she continued. "It was just a really spontaneous moment and I went with it, which is way out of character for me. I'm usually too caught up in staying in control to ever do something so daring."

I laughed. "I know exactly what you mean. Believe me, it was further that I've ever gone in a situation like this, you can be sure of that."




China Doll



"You were just so supportive when I came to talk to you and I felt this incredible connection between us . . ."

I could completely relate to everything she was saying. More relevant, that same connection she described from the day before felt stronger now than ever. There were crisp images etched in my memory of her kneeling before me, half-undressed, the smell of her perfume, the taste of her skin, the warmth of her mouth as it surrounded my cock. 

I used my thumb to smooth away a tear that was still visible on her cheek. She looked up at me with those almond shaped eyes. 

"I really am sorry for being a jerk," I said.

She smiled and shrugged it off. "Not a big deal. We've got a busy day. Your have the Matthews meeting at one—"

I interrupted her sentence when I leaned in with a heartfelt kiss. She stiffened slightly in surprise, but didn't pull away. Her lips were soft and her scent was fresh from her morning shower. The kiss that began gently quickly moved faster. While hard to describe, sitting there fully clothed with our mouths melting together in a hungry embrace felt more intimate than our half-naked encounter the day before. 

Her lips opened and our tongues met as I scooted closer. I ached for her. Her hand slipped to my leg, yet stopped in neutral territory. So badly I wanted her to touch me, to unsnap my pants, to wrap her tiny hand around my swelling cock. My own fingers caressed her knee and then climbing along the inside of her thigh. At first she allowed me, but then quickly placed her hand over mine, halting my advance.

"Tonight," Jack. "It's too dangerous here."

"Everything about us is dangerous, Mei Lin. Why should this be any different?"

She laughed and kissed me again, her hand leaving my thigh and caressing my chest. I was fully erect, engulfed with a need to take her, not later, not somewhere else, but right then and right there. I pushed her hand down to my belt in a signal I wanted more while leaving her in control. Her fingers lingered, but refused to go further. I went to work on the buttons of her blouse, loosening two and almost a third before she stopped me again.

"Jack . . . it's not like last night. There's people all around this time of day."

I ignored her objections and buried my mouth against the soft flesh of her neckline, working my way to her earlobe, nibbling and kissing. 

"I want you, Mei Lin . . . I want you so badly."

Her chin nodded in rhythm with the movement of my mouth. Her fingers curled around my belt, pulling it loose before giving a hard tug to undo the buckle. I helped with my pants, unfastening the snap as she dragged down the zipper.

"Lean back," she said.

With a deep breath, I did as she told me, pressing my back into the cushion and arching my ass, working my pants to a mid thigh level. She assisted by pulling down my boxers. My cock sprang free, thick and alive with arousal. Her little hand wrapped around the shaft and her long black hair tickled my skin as her face moved lower, her tongue pressing wet circles around the swollen, pink head. 

"Now?" she whispered with a giggle, teasing me.

"Now—"

Her mouth wrapped around me and she sank lower. I moaned in pleasure and she rose quickly. "Jack . . . if I'm going to do this, you have to be quiet."

I ran my fingers through her hair, gently returning her head to my lap. "Okay . . . I promise. Just don't stop."

She smiled and made more of those same delicious circles with her tongue. I watched her, taking in her features. The dark eyes, the porcelain smooth complexion, her lips, now moist with the glisten of my pre-cum. 

My heart raced as she stroked me and then gripped the base of my shaft as the spongy knob disappeared between her cheeks. My fingers clawed at the sofa cushion for support. The things this woman could do with her tongue were almost criminal. The hot, wet confines of her mouth tightened around me and she varied her suction, sinking lower, and then withdrawing. I chewed on my lower lip in an attempt to keep from screaming as I fucked her mouth. 

"This is torture," I whispered.

She giggled and pulled up, wiping the corner of her mouth with her finger. "Trust me, you're not the only one feeling it. I get so hot when I do his."

My head fell back and I stared at the ceiling as she swallowed me again, a guttural moan rising as she drew my cock deeper into her throat. She pulled back and plunged again, then again after that. My legs quivered and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

"Mei Lin," I managed, knowing I should warn her.

She immediately pulled up, my member falling from her lips with a thud, heavy and aching.

"What, are you trying to kill me!" I said.

She giggled and stood up, straightening her skirt before moving further away. "Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" she asked coyly, turning and leaning against the edge of the desk. 

"You're such a tease, you know that?"

"Want me to take some dick-tation now, Mr. Handee?"

That made me laugh. I stroked myself and stared at her, drinking in her beauty. She smiled in return, her eyes brimming with her own arousal.

"I like it when you look at me and touch yourself," she finally said, sliding her fingers to expose her cleavage between the buttons I had unfastened earlier. 

It was incredibly arousing to masturbate while she watched. 

"That's . . . a . . . ." I was having problems forming the words as I stroked in rhythm. "Good thing. You're a beautiful woman, Mei Lin. And all this mystery . . ."

She unfastened another button and pulled her blouse to the side, revealing a hunter green lace bra before closing it quickly in another tease.

"Want to come over to my place tonight?" she asked. "You know, us corporate spies know all the best torture techniques."

I let go of my cock and stared at her. There was no waiting until tonight. I leaned forward and pulled off my shoes, ignoring the laces, and then followed with my socks."

"Jack!" she said, an edge of alarm in her voice. 

I inched up enough to raise my pants so as to retain some form of dignity before standing up. 

"Jack!" she repeated, giggling. "What are you doing!?"

I removed my tie and then pulled off my shirt and tossed it to the couch, then lowered my zipper and let my pants and underwear drop to the floor. I stepped forward, completely nude, and walked towards her, my erection leading the way.

She was giggling uncontrollably, her hands cupped across her mouth as she turned pink. "Are you out of your mind?! Put your clothes on! Somebody could walk in here any second!" 

"Hope they don't," I answered. "And, yes, I am out of my mind. I'm crazy about you."

"Oh, brother," she said between giggles, kissing me when I reached her. "At least lock the door."

"No . . . the door needs to stay unlocked. Makes it a little more dangerous and, let's faces it, Mei Lin, we both like it when it's dangerous."

Her hands ran down my bare chest and she cradled my erection in her fingers, gently tugging me towards her. 

I pressed my mouth against hers, leading and drawing out the rhythm of our embrace. My palms ran down her shoulders and squeezed her arms, moving across to the front of her blouse. She arched her chest, drawing in a sharp, aroused gasp as she continued to stroke my erection. 

The pace of our kissing slowed, moving from frenzied awkwardness to something more deliberate. I continued with the buttons where I had left off until the blouse fell open. Her breathing was jagged, her breasts pushing against the green embroidered fabric of her bra.

She swallowed hard and stared into my eyes. "I've been imagining this since last night."

"I didn't stop with last night," I said. "Had you in the shower this morning."

My confession made her giggle. I helped her out of the blouse and then tossed it to the side. We continued to kiss as my hands moved around her waist where I found the clasp of her skirt. Once unfastened, I dipped to my knees and teased the garment down the glide of her hips. She wore black stockings that stopped at a mid-thigh level and a matching, hunter green thong, the same color as the bra. 

I stared up at her from below. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you dressed for this occasion.."

She smiled and ran her fingers through my hair. "Victoria's Secret. I dress for me, but if you like it, that's even better."

"I like it very much."

I leaned in and kissed her stomach, drinking in her musk as I massaged the inside of her thigh with one had and her ass with the other. It occurred to me that I had been the recipient of all the pleasure in the past twenty four hours. Now it was her turn. 

The room was quiet, the silence broken only by the sound of her shallow breathing that grew heavier and louder with each passing minute. I took on the role of the teaser, sliding my hand along the inside of her thigh, then down toward her knee, then up again. Eventually I reached the damp underside of her thong, stroking her pussy as her breathing grew heavy. My mouth came closer, my teeth nibbling at the elastic band of her underpants. I stared up at her from below and we smiled at one another as I slid her panties down her hips, revealing a raven bikini strip that gated her pussy. She leaned against the desk for support as I untangled the material from around her feet.

"I don't believe this," she breathed. "Come up here and kiss me."

"When I'm ready . . ."

I cupped an arm under the bend in her knee and hoisted her leg over my shoulder, burying my mouth against her inner thigh. She fell backward as she braced her palms against the desk, sending a wave of papers fluttering to the floor. I moved aggressively with my mouth, climbing higher and closer to her wetness. She sat upright and gripped the edge of the desk, trying to maintain her balance as I coxed her, ascending closer, only to slide back down until she shivered in anticipation.

"Talk about torture," she panted from between broken breaths.

I laughed and whispered between kisses. "All good things are worth waiting for, don't you think?"

I began with my tongue, drawing a thin line that finally brushed across the wet, bristly entrance of her pussy. I pressed harder, delving a path inside, bathing my face in the juices of her arousal as she gasped aloud. After a few seconds she was moving with the rhythm of my mouth, my tongue forging as deep as I could go. I gripped her leg tighter and pressed my face harder between her legs, pinning her against the desk.

"Jack—" she moaned, bucking against me as I tried to brace myself against her rocking motion.

I had to pause, as she was getting loud. 

"I know . . ." she told me. 

"Bite your lip," I said.

She did and I resumed. I listened to her muffled pleas and followed the pulse of her signals. Her taste was exquisite. I let myself be swallowed in the scent of her arousal, the scratch of her fingernails running through my hair, the sensuous moans of pleasure that would sometimes escape her mouth in uncontrolled gasps. It all blended and pushed my desire into overdrive. I added my fingers, sliding inside as the tip of my tongue darted and dragged across her swelling nib causing her legs to tremble. I slid my hands up her stomach and squeezed her breasts, gently pinching at the fleshy protrusion of her hard nipples that pressed outward from her bra.

"Okay!" she finally muttered, pushing my head back from between her legs. 

I leaned in and kissed the inside of her thigh, wiping her juices from my lips. "I wasn't finished . . . I don't think you were either?"

She swallowed and gulped for air, shaking her head and trying to answer. "Let's lay down . . . before I fall down."

I started to stand up when she put her hand on my shoulder. "My shoes . . . I feel like some porn chick. Can you help me?"

I laughed and we worked together, first removing the shoes and then her stockings. Truthfully, I've never really been into stockings the way some men are, so I was happy to oblige. I much preferred her completely natural. Once finished, I stood up and faced her. Her eyes were glazed with arousal, her fingertips trembling as she reached behind and removed her bra, tossing it to the side. 

"This is fucking insane," she said, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me even harder than before.

I dipped slightly, cupped her ass in my hands, and lifted her tiny frame in the air. Her legs locked around me and our tongues came together in a hot exchange. My erection throbbed, sandwiched between our naked bodies as I carried her to the sofa. I started to lay her on her back and she broke from our kiss. 

"No, I want to be on top."

Her request didn't surprise me, as the power in her personality was becoming all too evident. I smiled and she released her legs, her tiny feet finally touching the floor as her breasts slid against my chest. I stretched out into position and she straddled herself across me, our weight becoming one.

I began to move, arching off the cushion, lifting her as my erection rode back and forth between her legs. She was hot against me, moaning slightly as I took hold of her ass, guiding her back and forth in sensuous friction. It felt incredible, both of us nude, vulnerable, her breasts pressing against my chest. The wet, swollen folds of her pussy moved back and forth over my cock, her slick warmth soaking my length. 

"I'm not on any birth control," she whispered.

I didn't know how to respond. I only knew I didn't want this to end.

"If we're going to stop," I finally said. "We should do it now."

My heart began to beat faster as she lifted slightly and reached between her legs, gripping my cock and bringing me into position. 

"We just to be really careful," she whispered, her eyes scanning mine. "Will you be careful?"

I placed my hands on her waist to help support her weight as I felt her aligning my cock at her entrance. "I promise."

She pressed her palms on my chest and raised herself up, hovering slightly while staring down at me. I lifted at the same time as she leaned back. She was tight, but accepting. Her pussy was hot and wet, gripping my shaft like her fist had earlier. She whimpered and started to move. I willed myself to relax.

"You okay?" I whispered, my hips moving with her now.

Staring down at me, her lower lip fastened securely between her teeth, she nodded a yes. "It's been a while, in case you can't tell."

"It's been a while for me too."

I lowered her slightly, entering further and she let go of an involuntary moan. I caressed her cheek and pulled her mouth towards mine. Her long black hair fell to either side of my face and we kissed while we fucked, working together to stifle one another's moans. She began moving faster against me. While still snug, her body was consuming all of my cock. She sat up again and I took handfuls of her ass, fucking and thrusting as hard as I could, bouncing against the leather sofa cushion while bottoming my erection as deep as I could go. She rode me hard, her moans now flooding the room and I could sense she was close. That was good, as my own orgasm was all too near.

She was grinding against me, her fingernails digging into my skin. "I'm coming, Jack . . . I'm coming—"

I cupped my hands over her breasts and squeezed, rubbing the pads of my thumbs over her hard nipples as he body shook, my hard cock riding in and out. Eventually, her weight collapsed on top of me as I continued moving inside her. 

"You didn't come, did you?" she managed.

"No . . . but I'm close. You better let me pull out."

I felt her take a deep breath for strength as she pulled herself off me, my erection sliding free as she scooted back and into a kneeling position between my legs. She pushed her hair back over her shoulder and blinked like she was trying to find her bearings. Her eyes were vacant as if she had been overcome with exhaustion. She picked up my still swollen erection with one hand, then leaned forward and placed her other hand over my mouth.

"Come for me, Jack . . . come for me, baby."

She pumped me hard with her fist as the hand over my mouth relaxed enough to allow me to breathe. It was an insanely erotic moment. I imagined my co-workers meandering through the halls, going about their business, with no idea that Mei Lin and I were nearly finished with some of the best sex I could fathom. It wouldn't be long.

She smiled, sensing how close I was, holding my cock against her stomach as she pumped. "C'mon, baby . . . c'mon . . ."

I came in an intense, but rather tidy orgasm, the result of it being my third in less than twenty-four hours. Once finished, she reached for the tissues, cleaned our bodies, and then snuggled against me, her head buried into my chest and her naked thigh draped across my own.

"What time is it?" she finally asked.

I opened my eyes long enough to look at my watch. "Almost ten."

"Your first appointment is in a half hour."

-=-=

If I thought my morning flew by in a blur, my afternoon was a fog. I had back-to-back meetings, few details of which I remember. My mind kept replaying the morning with Mei Lin. At one point a fellow executive asked me what was so funny, referring to the silly grin I wore. I told him he needed to be there to appreciate the humor. 

Mei Lin and I talked it over and agreed that her continuing as my secretary wasn't a good idea. There would be way too much temptation for any work to get accomplished. I submitted a request to the temp pool to have somebody different assigned until Diane returned, using Mei Lin's phony language barrier as the reason for the needed change. They granted by request, but first called her in to ensure there wasn't more to the story than a mismatch of skills. While non-specific, I think their real question was whether I had crossed any professional boundaries or made any inappropriate advances. Is fucking her on my leather office couch inappropriate? How about a shoulder rub with a 'happy ending'? We got more than a few laughs over that one. 

She did her usual excellent job of convincing all involved that everything was fine and that she took this foreign assignment to realize different experiences, so all was good. Most interesting, I decided, was that HR was seemingly unaware of her real mission in the states, or her real identify. Whatever she was involved in was well classified.

The bigger problem was keeping our relationship a secret. We usually met at her apartment or my place, sometimes during the workday, but more often late evenings or weekends, when the likelihood of being seen was minimized. While the sex continued, getting even better as we became more familiar with one another's likes and dislikes, it was just hanging out with her that I enjoyed the most. When we were alone and outside the office, she was free to relax and be herself and I discovered a fascinating, multi-faceted woman that I never would have imagined, with diverse interests and worldly experiences. 

It was difficult sometimes living a life of secrecy, unable to enjoy the simplest of activities couples enjoy, like taking in a movie, a concert, or a stroll through some of the downtown art galleries on a lazy Sunday afternoon. The problem was, working together or not, we couldn't be seen as a couple, particularly considering her agenda, which sooner or later would be revealed. When that happened, I couldn't be associated with her, even socially. Oddly, we settled into our routines pretty quickly and I had almost forgotten about her ulterior motives. She seldom mentioned the investigation and I didn't ask. 

Then, one Tuesday, I contracted a mild case of food poisoning from some grubby Chinese takeout I'd eaten while working through lunch. I spent the next day over a toilet and the day after that in bed. I turned my phone off to get some rest and missed the handful of urgent messages Mei Lin left trying to reach me.




China Doll



The following Thursday, I was feeling back to normal. I squeezed in a morning jog through the neighborhood before work, glad to be alive. I grabbed the Wallstreet Journal off the driveway and was just inside the front door when I saw the headline in the day's top stories:

 

 

<b>Wellington Executive Arrested on Charges of Financial Fraud</b>

 

I quickly flipped to the related story and continued reading.

NEW YORK (Dow Jones)—In a press release Friday, the Department of Justice reported that Preston Sinclair, an attorney and executive for the Wellington Consulting Group (WCG), was arrested Tuesday under charges that he masterminded a scheme to defraud the firm. 

Sinclair, an attorney and certified public accountant, defrauded Wellington by diverting checks and misrepresenting earnings as part of an elaborate cover-up to boost earnings for his division and to realize personal financial gain by diverting funds through a series of overseas bank accounts. The arrest was the culmination of a six month sting operation conducted by Wellington in conjunction with federal authorities. Authorities say Sinclair's scheme, in which he acted alone, was responsible for defrauding the systems consulting company "of millions of dollars". 

Detailed charges include one count of conspiracy to commit mail fraud and wire fraud. If convicted, Sinclair could face a maximum sentence of 60 years imprisonment. 

The stock closed on Wednesday at 60 1/8, up 1/4. 

I felt like I'd been blindsided by a hit and run driver. This was unbelievable. I knew Preston colored outside the lines, but fraud? I had no idea. Not only that, I was a little disillusioned that Mei Lin hadn't had the courtesy to tell me this was coming, particularly considering that Preston and I were friends. Maybe she thought I would tell him about the investigation, or that he was the prime suspect? I hoped she would give me more credit than that. Whatever the reason, I was again feeling like a pawn and I didn't much like it. 

I was on my way to the shower when there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find Mei Lin.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

I held up the paper that was still in my hand. "Well . . . I'm a little shocked, not to mention disappointed that I had read this in the paper instead of hearing it from you, but other than that, I'm fine."

"I've been trying to call you for two days," she said. "You wouldn't answer your phone. I was worried about you."

Her explanation provided some relief. "I had the phone unplugged so I could get some rest. Food poisoning from that crappy Chinese takeout on fifth and Teller Street."

"Yuck . . . that place is gross! There's much better Chinese food in town. You should have asked me."

"New secretary. I asked her to go out and get me something to eat while I worked through lunch. Should have been more specific."

"So you saw the story?"

"Yeah . . . I knew Preston was slick with his numbers, but fraud? I can't believe it. Explains that jet set lifestyle he leads, now doesn't it?"

"It was bad, Jack. We're still not sure exactly how much he got away with. I wanted to tell you sooner, but I had to wait."

"I understand." She stepped inside and I closed the door. "You want some coffee or something?"

"No . . . I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I'm not going into the office any more after Friday. Story will be I have a sick relative and—"

"You're returning to Japan," I said, finishing her sentence. 

"On Sunday."

I felt a cold chill pass through my body. "Wow . . . you know, I never thought about you leaving once this investigation was finished? We talked so little about this stuff, I almost forgot about it."

"I have to," she continued. "I could buy some time until my visa expires, but that would generate a lot of questions."

"Will you come back for the trial?"

"Doubtful . . . I won't be testifying. Most of the work I conducted was behind the scenes and the plan is to keep my identity a secret."

"Great," I said.

"It's not like I want to go, Jack!"

"I know . . . I know."

We stared at one another, saying nothing. Eventually she came towards me, her arms circling my waist as she buried her cheek against my chest. I squeezed her tight and felt her shoulders begin to shake as she started to cry. I closed my eyes and stared at the ceiling, trying to hold back my own tears. One of us needed to be strong.

"It's going to okay, Mei Lin."

She sniffed and looked up at me, her skin flush and her eyes welling. "I don't want to leave you, Jack."

"And you think I want you to go? What if I got you a job here?

"Have you forgotten they all think I'm a secretary who can't speak English? I'd go insane if I had to keep up that whole act day in and day out."

"It was just a thought." I pulled her close to me and held her tighter. "You leave Sunday?"

She nodded, her cheek scraping my chest.

I reached down and scooped her off the floor and into my arms as I carried towards the bedroom. "Let's make the best of the time we have left."

-=-=

I tried to stay busy the following days. We stayed at Mei Lin's place until the day of her departure with me helping her tie up loose ends. I drove her to the airport not caring who saw us. Watching her leave the boarding area and disappear onto the airplane was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I stayed composed until she was out of sight, then took a seat in the corner and wept like I haven't wept since I was a child. It felt like a piece of my soul had just been lost.

The following week was hectic, made worse by the fact that I was only mentally half there. Diane returned, which helped to bring back normal routines. She kept asking me if I was feeling okay and commented more than once that I seemed different. I assured her all was well.

It was almost the end of a day and I was staring out my office window at the setting sun. In Tokyo, Mei Lin's morning would only be starting. I felt a vacant space in my heart that I wondered if I could ever fill. My eyes went to my monitor and then to a small plaque I have in a frame at the edge of my desk. I've read that plaque a million times before, but at that moment, it was like the first time I really registered the words . . . 

 

What would you give to get what you really want?

 

 

What would I give? More important, what did really want? I picked up the phone and dialed the number for Human Resources. After a few rings, the head of the department answered. "Human Resources, this is Nancy, how can I help you?"

"Nancy . . . Jack Handee."

"Hey, Jack . . . what's up?"

"Question for you . . ."

"Sure thing."

"That work exchange program the company is using these days for sharing positions over seas?"

"Yeah . . . I know, it didn't work out so well for your secretary."

If she only knew the half of it, I thought.

"That's not why I'm calling. Are Senior Management roles included in the program?"

"Yeah . . . why, you looking to bring somebody over?"

"Actually . . . I'm thinking about myself. I'm thinking I might like to live abroad for a bit, see more of the world."

"Well . . . let me take a look." I heard her typing and then she returned to the phone. "You're in luck. There's a lateral position with your title available in the United Kingdom."

"Hmmmm . . . that's it?"

She was quiet. "Yeah, I'm afraid so. Unless you want to take a step down, there's something in Tokyo, but I don't think you'd be interested in that."

I smiled. "Actually . . . Tokyo this time of year sounds like exactly what I'm looking for." 



China Doll



Lei and her mother Ling worked in their flower bed. It may have been because they were Chinese and had knowledge of such things, or maybe it was because they were women, or maybe just because they loved flowers, but whatever the reason or mixture of reasons, the two had the showplace of the neighborhood. Delicate flowers covered their yard. A mix of plants, fountains and statues drew your eye and assaulted your senses. People from all over the city came to view their work.

Lei had been married, but when he had beaten her she had divorced him. She came back to live with her mom and dad. 

Dave lived next door, and would sit on his porch and watch them work. He never got tired of it. He became friends with Ling's husband. The two would talk over their shared fence all summer. Chen had introduced Dave to Chinese philosophy and Dave had introduced Chen to Budweiser. 

Chen was away on business a lot, so Dave made sure he checked on the two women when Chen was away. When Chen was there he would have Dave come over and be their handyman if something broke, and Dave just continued to do it when he was away as well. Dave did it to be nice; Chen did it because he could see his daughter liked Dave.

Lei reached in to get a weed that was trying to hide, and whispered, "Mother, why does he not see?"

Ling didn't need to be told who the 'He' was she was referring to, "What do you mean?"

"I work out here because I love our flowers and the joy they bring to others. I also work out here because I know he will be watching."

"Maybe he doesn't like you, the way you mean."

"I don't know if he likes me any way. He's polite to me, but never pursues any openings I hint at."

"Perhaps he is shy."

Lei was getting more aggressive pulling at the weeds, "Perhaps he is an idiot."

"Well you aren't going to find out anything talking to me. I think I will go inside and take a break, just in case you want to do some weeding over near where he is."

As she worked her way towards him, Lei's temper was focused on Dave and the situation he had put her in. The more she thought about it the more ticked off she got. All right, okay, she didn't look like a model, but she was still nice to look at. She kept trying to send him the message that she was interested in him, but it was no good. They hadn't done anything except exchange a simple "Hi".

"Remind me not to piss you off." Lei jumped, she was so intent on her problems she hadn't realized how close she had gotten to him. "Those weeds don't stand a chance."

She smiled, in spite of herself. "Hi, I didn't know you were there." She liked her neighbor, and even though he was much older than her, she found him attractive. He had always treated her and her entire family respectably. 

"Lei is something bothering you?"

Her brain shouted at her that this was her chance, and she froze, "Oh, it's nothing."

"Bullshit." 

Lei just looked at him in shock, and did a slow boil, but was still reluctant to say anything.

"If I noticed it, it must be pretty obvious. You're out here and mad as hell, something has had to cause it."

She went from slow to fast boil, "How do you know that?"

Dave smiled, "Been there, done that." When she was still not telling him anything, he smarted off to her, "Oh for Pete's sake, what's up?" 

The Chinese volcano "Lei" erupted, "You are what's up," she knew her mother would be concerned at her public display of anger, but Lei had been raised in America, "I've tried to approach you several times, because I feel you are attracted to me. Yet each time you reject my friendship but continue giving me the same feelings. I'm confused, why are you avoiding me?" She saw him get sad.

"I won't lie, I am attracted to you, but it is something that can't happen. I don't think I should come around you anymore."

Lei watched him walk away and mumbled to herself, "Well I certainly handled that well." 

Dave stayed away from his back yard for the next two weeks except to cut the grass. He saw that Chen was back and purposely didn't visit with him. But, a knock at the door, made him face the problem. Dave opened the door and there stood Chen. He smiled at his friend, "Hi, come in."

Chen was not one to hope a problem would go away; he met it head on, "So you have decided to stop being friends with my family."

"Of course not, I like you all very much."

"My daughter is very upset with you, and I am upset with her."

"Yeah, she probably is mad at me, but you know it is better this way. Why are you mad at her?"

"She did not handle the situation in our back yard very well, and how do I know it is better this way?"

"Chen, you are the reason I must stay away."

"I do not understand."

"You are my friend and I respect your wishes. I know you want your daughter to find a nice Chinese man and settle down."

"You are wrong my friend. While I would like Lei to find a Chinese man, it is more important that she find someone who is honorable and will love and respect her. I am pleased that you two are attracted to each other."

"I thought you would be angry and I didn't want to lose you as a friend."

"As I said, she has found someone that is honorable. You are invited to supper...6 o'clock." Chen turned and left.

Dave showed up in plenty of time, but was extremely nervous. The meal was served by Lei. She took great care to act the part of a dutiful daughter who was trying to please a suitor. She was humble and had her eyes cast down the whole evening. She acted as if serving Dave his food was the greatest honor. The conversation during supper was pleasant, and the food was good. Ling took great pains to make sure Dave knew that Lei had prepared the meal. Lei acted meek and subservient.

Finally, Dave couldn't take it anymore. As she came near him to pick up the dirty dishes, he grabbed Lei and pulled her on his lap, "Will you please be you!"

"I thought you would be delighted to have me behave that way."

"I want the woman that can do battle with any weed. The one that isn't afraid to tell me I'm acting like a jerk." 

Chen cleared his throat. Lei smiled, "You were right father. He told me that many men would want a slave and they would enjoy having a woman ready to obey their every whim. He also told me you were not one of them. I had to find out; I can't be that type of woman."

"Good, I'd rather have you back."

The next several months Dave and Lei went everywhere together. He still watched her work in the yard, but a lot more than "Hi" was always exchanged between them. He was regularly invited to supper. He always had been, but now he was coming as more than a friend and neighbor.

Dave had received a written invitation for Chuang Shang de Gong Fu. He got to his friends house at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, as the invitation requested. He figured it was a specific type of Chinese food, most of which he found delicious. 

Lei opened the door for him dressed in an elaborately decorated Chinese robe. When he entered the home, he seemed to be transported to another time. She handed him a cup of tea. He said, "Thank you," she bowed to him, but didn't say anything. Once the door was closed behind him, he was in an area solely lit by candles. It gave the feeling that he was safe because somewhere a Chinese warrior stood guard and protected him. 

Incense filled the air with the aroma of being in the deep woods and breathing air just after a spring rain. Dave knew that the aroma was specifically for him. She had tried other scents during their meals but he'd had trouble breathing the perfumed air, and his friends kept trying until they found one that wouldn't bother him. They were good and caring people, and he also noticed, Chen and Ling were not at home.

Lei led him by the hand, to the bathroom. She handed him a robe, "Get undressed please."

Dave was little embarrassed, "Ah -- what?"

Lei smiled at his discomfort, "You are to have a bath, and you can't do that with your clothes on." She went to the tub and as she ran the water she heard him Changing. As he watched Lei, Dave caught some scent from the water. When she turned around she held out her hand, and gave him an innocent look. 

"I need you to give me the robe and get into the water, please." He swallowed, hard, and it took a lot for Lei not to laugh. She was handed the robe and was pleased at his discomfort. 

Dave stepped into the scented water, and sat down. Lei sat down behind him and put her legs around him. He could feel that she had also taken off her robe. He felt her start to wash his back, and turned his head to her, "You don't need to do this because you think you have to." 

Lei kissed him, "No, but I do need to do this because I want to."

Dave relaxed as she started to wash him again. The warm scented water and the soap she was using made his muscles relax. He felt her hands on his shoulders pulling him back to her. He moved against her and laid his head back on her soft shoulder. Her touch on his chest was delicate and light, especially when she twirled the hair on his chest. 

Lei heard him suck in his breath as she started washing between his legs. This was something she knew he would like; and she was enjoying his awkwardness more than she thought she would. His being embarrassed meant he had never experienced this with anyone before. 

Lei felt him reacting to her. She pushed him away from her so that she could move. Getting in front of him, his hard erection ached to be touched some more. Instead, she teasingly pushed her breasts near his face until she felt him try to put his lips to her nipple and then she moved just out of his reach. 

She washed his legs and feet and hoped he liked it, she also hoped he liked what he saw. With the bathing done, Lei stood and stepped out of the tub. She dried herself, then put on her robe, grabbed another large towel and waited for him to get out.

Dave had never had anyone wash him like that, and it felt wonderful. He got out of the warm scented water and stood there as she toweled him dry. He was hard, and it stood out from him. He felt her wrap the towel around him and give him a squeeze as she dried between his legs. He looked down as she dried his legs, her face was near his cock but she purposely avoided any contact. When he was dry, he was given his robe to put back on. 

Lei took his hand and led him to her bedroom. Dave encountered a light amber glow in the room. Everywhere he turned there were votive candles with dragonfly cutouts casting dancing dragonflies upon the walls. The flick of the candles made it absolutely beautiful.

As the months had past two had steadily gotten closer, but in the past few weeks it was obvious they had fallen in love. He put his arms around her, looked into her eyes, and his lips found hers. Lei returned his kiss, then made him take his robe off and lay face down on the bed. She took her own robe off and sat on the bed beside him. 

Placing some heated oil in her palm, she started to massage him with a light touch and explained to him what she was doing, "I am concerned with the circulation of your Qi energy. Imbalance and blockages in the flow of Qi are seen to be the root cause of all illness in the body. Chinese massage is designed not only to relax the person and release muscular tension but to correct the imbalances in the body of Yin and Yang."

She let her hands roam over his body progressively ranging to a deep tissue massage. She applied oil to her breasts and stomach, and then rubbed herself against his legs, butt and back. Stopping to kiss him, she whispered in his ear, "Of course, there are some things I do because it feels good to me as well as you." 

Dave knew he was experiencing an amazing massage, but much more than that, he was receiving a most luxurious gift from a woman he had come to care for very much. With her own two hands he was being given a relaxing, sensual, connection with her on a much deeper level, and he hoped it would lead to more pleasurable experiences.

He was allowed to turn over on his back, and then Lei made him sit up in bed, put his feet close to his buttocks and then she massaged the kidney point at the bottom of each foot. Starting with his left foot, she massage deeply 50 times, then massaged the right foot the same number of times. Doing this would not only cause his energy level to rise, but would raise his sexual energy to a peak. 

She had him lay back down and massaged his arms, hands, legs and feet. She accented this with more oil and rubbing her body against him. She didn't want to expose him only to Chuang Shang de Gong Fu; she didn't feel he was ready, so she mixed in some shiatsu massage and some old fashioned sensual moves that were sexually suggestive. 

Every woman knows that pressing herself against a man will drive him crazy, which was why they do it. Starting at his lower legs, Lei moved slowly up his body until she sandwiched his penis between her breasts. She saw him watching what she did and knew he was being both physically and visually stimulated. 

Dave was one big sexually stimulated nerve. As her lips pressed to his, he knew that what she had done to him had affected her the same way. He felt her reach behind her, slip her hand around his hard cock. As soon as she had guided him to her, it slid inside. 

He felt her pussy muscles grip him, causing an extraordinary sensation. Instead of riding him because she was on top, she actually had used enough oil for her to slide up and down his body causing him to move in and out of her. It felt incredibly hot and unbelievably amazing.

Lei controlled the muscles of her vagina, grasping his hard penis. She moved so that he went in as far as he could and she would squeeze and hold. Then she would release her grip and move so that he slid back out, and she did it again and again. 

Dave had never experienced anything like this. She was soft, yet strong. Her body was giving him everything she could and yet taking everything he could give her at the same time. She wasn't asking him to take her as high as he could, she was demanding it, and wouldn't except anything less.

She started bucking him, going faster and faster. Lei knew she was going to explode; she wanted the self satisfaction of knowing she had made them both get to that point. Even though she was concentrating on giving pleasure her own body was reacting. The sexual heat had built inside of her as waves of electrical energy coursed through her. 

Reacting to the most incredible sexual experience in his life, Dave arched his back and started cumming, "AAGGHH!!"

Lei used her vagina muscles to milk his hard cock, she wanted him to realize that she could give him much, much more and wanted to for the rest of his life. Even as she felt him throbbing inside of her, her own orgasm blended with the feelings she was getting from making him climax.

Both of them enjoyed seeing the look of satisfaction on the other's face. Dave finally stopped cumming and Lei was slowly coming down from her orgasm. Both were concentrating on breathing and the fact that he was still inside of her, but now was getting soft. 

Lei lay her head on his chest, listened to his breathing and his heart beating. 

Dave absently ran his fingers through her hair. He had to admit, he loved the Chinese way of making love. He couldn't wait to show her the American way, and hoped she liked it.