Although I have met Thuy, Tranh and Kim and have heard them talk of
each other, most of my stories I have told of them have come from
others, and I personally can't verify the events alleged to have
happened, or if they did how much they have been exaggerated. I have
visited the ex factory in Springvale and witnessed similar, though less
wild nights to that which I have described when Thuy and Tranh competed
for supremacy.
What I can say is that I witnessed the following occasion with my own
eyes. It took place in Melbourne in the late eighties at a time when
the Vietnamese refugees had not yet achieved the economic muscle to
have their own Reception Centres as they do now. However they had been
here long enough for some of their children to be Westernized and lose
some of the traditional respect for their elders.
The following background I have related in another story, but it is
necessary to retell for this story. If you have read it just skip over
it. As a Westerner and husband at times to four Asians (Vietnamese,
Chinese. Japanese and Filipina) I have observed that of all the Asian
races Vietnamese women placed greatest emphasis on sensuality,
femininity and being proud of being judged as a better woman. Even
factory workers or women sewing at home on low piece rates are fashion
proud and would not even go to the supermarket without wearing full
makeup, painted nails, high heels and modern clothes. They thought
nothing of spending to look good. An invitation to a wedding was a
chance to show off to other women, and most would be wearing revealing
scooped necks or translucent tops and dresses with the most exaggerated
slits that the other Asian 'normal housewife' would be too embarrassed
to wear in public. Young girls of eight or nine were encouraged by
their families to wear makeup and heels in public, enter beauty
contests at parties and study fashion magazines. Older women did
everything to maintain their sexuality, before reluctantly finally
accepting and dressing as a respected elder. My own fifty four year old
mother in law, Phuong, who lived with my thirty seven year old wife and
me, never wore any other underwear except thongs, suspender belts, and
minuscule quarter cup transparent bras that left her nipples exposed.
She made totally sure I was fully aware of this. Dressed up to go out
she wore lacy camisoles under her expensive blazer jackets knowing it
exposed the dark shape of her nipples and aureole. When I took her out
shopping she would deliberately arouse her nipples explaining to me she
wanted people to be proud of the woman I was with. After a bitter
argument with her daughter she triumphantly showed me she was a
superior lover and single-mindedly set about cuckolding her own
daughter and replacing her as my bedmate. From that day she
successfully did everything she could to flaunt her femininity and
sensuality and outshine and take attention away from her daughter in
public. To be a Vietnamese woman meant defending your sexuality and
doing anything to avoid losing face to another woman
It was a usual Vietnamese wedding: the bride Ngoc had participated in
the, to my eyes, overproduced and Hollywoodised ceremony that to the
Vietnamese shows how important is the day. The more money spent, the
more they will be respected. As an aside I have seen wedding videos
made for those back home take the whole day before the wedding with
numerous retakes of each scene include inserts that show the couple
looking at kangaroos as if they graze in the cities. Ngoc stood at the
door of the hired hall with Lam her husband wearing her fourth change
of clothes, this time a vivid pink wedding dress with matching elbow
length gloves. As guests arrived they would pose for the obligatory
photo with the couple. As always I noticed the difference with the men
mostly under dressed for the occasion and the women making every effort
to look their best, display their jewelery and be noticed by other
women. Already I knew enough to realise that no matter how poor no
woman would be wearing an outfit she had been seen in before. I studied
the passing parade as the women assumed model like poses for the photo.
I had accompanied my mother in law Phuong, as my wife was in Sydney on
business and Phuong was the closest relative (a distant cousin) of the
groom's mother Huon we were on the main table. As she had been a widow
for thirteen years, and was unaccompanied this meant I was sitting
between Phuong and Huon. We enjoyed a pleasant meal with the usual
wedding dishes including the small bony quail that did nothing for me,
and had reached the speeches before the Karioke and the dancing.
Not being fluent in Vietnamese I spent a lot of time looking around and
observing. Obviously I noted Huon: she was in her early fifties though
she looked younger, and had a small featured, attractive faced and a
magnificent mane of permed hair. From close up I could see the smooth
skin, tattooed eye shadow and the attention to detail of her makeup.
She was about five foot five, slim though her stomach was not totally
flat and was dressed formally for the wedding. Her dark crimson dress
was a halter neck style that crossed tightly over each breast revealing
their shape before clinging to her midriff. The rest I could not see as
the table and white table-cloth covered her lap.
Despite looking around the room my attention returned to Huon as we
tried to communicate: her English more fluent than my Vietnamese.
Phuong was elsewhere in the room talking to old friends. She was
vivacious and easy to talk to and as I was a 50 year old ex teacher we
arranged for me to give her some free English lessons. As we talked I
noticed more, both the prominence of her nipples against the soft
material and the firmness and fullness of her tits uncovered at the
sides of her halterneck revealed she wore no bra. As we stood up for
the Bridal waltz that preceded the speeches, I as the closest, though
remote male relative, had to partner her, the rest of her dress was
shown. It was skin tight with a slit on the right side to above mid
thigh and was matched with towering high heels. Following the dance
that made me all too aware of her tits and nipples resting against my
chest, her stomach brushing against my groin and that she wore a
suspender belt as it pressed against my thigh, I reflected on how
stupid were middle aged Vietnamese men. They ignored women like Huon to
marry and bring out to Australia a young, unsophisticated 19 old bride
from Vietnam hoping to impress her and keep her subservient with their
house and money.
Sensing my interest Huon devoted even more attention to me after we sat
down and I appreciated her animated personality, flirtatious eyes, and
exposed leg: Huon having sat so the table cloth no longer covered her
legs.
The speeches were in progress and Ngoc the bride spoke. Suddenly a hush
fell over every table, and I heard Huon's intake of breath, and felt
her stiffen then slump beside me. Ngoc had taken this opportunity to
state how lucky she was that she and Lam had a house, so she would not
be living with her mother in law; how humiliating was this small 200
guest wedding paid for in Vietnamese tradition by the groom side,
meaning Huon; how the jewelery and car given to her were little more
than an insult. Huon who had worked up to 60 hours a week sewing at
home for the past thirteen years supporting her spoilt son was publicly
humiliated. Carried away Ngoc she said how embarrassing it was to be
seen shopping with someone as old as Huon trying to be young.
I was aware of the movement beside me as Huon stood up and challenged
Ngoc to prove she was a woman. An immediate buzz of nervousness mixed
with anticipation went around the room. A challenge like this origin
lay in the betting that was so important to many Asians including
Vietnamese. As a small community with no traditional gambling venues
and prior to the casinos we have now, card games and other traditional
gambling activities were a regular feature of any party. One particular
form of betting that evolved in Australia: I can't speak for other
communities involved couples competing simultaneously with each wife
attempting to make the other's husband cum first. Apart from these
standard betting matches, I myself have watched 13 and 11-year-old
sisters compete for a boyfriend, women fight for a job, or settle real
or perceived insults or putdowns. Some of these took place out of sight
in a bedroom, but most were settled in public in order to prove
superiority and belittle the loser. Because the winner flaunted their
success over the loser, this on occasions led to a fight between the
women.
Ngoc contemptuously looked at Huon, and spoke to Loan her bridesmaid
who reached into her handbag and pulled out a wad of banknotes - the
red envelope money given by the guests that night- and handed it to
Ngoc. "I bet $4000 you cunt, and I won't take you cheap jewelery," she
responded. Ngoc knew Huon had spent everything on the wedding and
relished the thought of Huon with no close relations having to ask and
beg her few friends there for the money.
Call it providence, luck, fate whatever, but that Saturday I had picked
the quadrella (four winners in nominated races) at the horses and had
$5000 in my wallet. Not that this took any skill as I just used lucky
numbers. I took this out and quietly slipped it under the table into
Huon's hand. She glanced down, met my eyes and tried to give it back,
but I closed her hand over hers t. Huon stood up proudly and to Ngoc's
amazement countered out the money.
As Phuong and Loan negotiated the match Huon gripped my hand and sat
with her leg pressed up close to me under the table. Because her son
Lam was involved and because Huon had no husband, it was decided to
bring in men from an escort agency specializing in catering for wealthy
visiting Vietnamese male and female business people. Ngoc insisted
through Loan that the contest take place on the dance floor in front of
everyone.
Four men came from the Agency and were informed of their task and that
the longer they lasted the greater their pay. Ngoc and Huon prepared by
taking off their clothes. Huon's braless tits were surprisingly firm
for her age and as I had learnt she was wearing a black suspender belt
with a matching thong made of a transparent shimmering material which
she took off and handed to me along with her dress. She had shortened
her suspender belt straps on her industrial sewing machine. This
resulted in the stockings reaching her groin enabling her to wear her
suspender belt and have dresses or skirts that showed a large amount of
her legs. She kept her high 5 inch heels on and proudly walked on to
the dance floor. Ngoc took off the pink wedding dress to disclose she
was completely naked. She was lean, muscular and fit with small pert
breasts each nipple pierced with a gold loop, and had a coiled snake
tattooed on her flat muscular stomach with its head pointing down and
its tongue entering her shaved cunt. Huon teased and extended her long
inner cunt lips, so they hung exposed from her silky haired love box.
Ngoc immediately took one of the men in her mouth and noisily started
working on him. Huon on the other hand let her tongue reach out to
tease her man's cock, knelt and then used her nipples to tickle and
arouse him before wrapping her elongated exposed wet inner lips around
his cock. Even though he had not entered any part of her body he was
rock hard. Huon placed her hands on the back of a chair bent forward
and guided him into her. Reaching out she took a second man in her
mouth and deep throated him. In less than five minutes after entering
her the first man exploded. She took the chair and the second man to
where Ngoc was still sucking on her first man, again bent over resting
on the chair and took her man anally and fucked him.
In less than three minutes, she withdrew him, held his cock in her hand
and directed the stream of cum into Ngoc's face. She turned and walked
back to her table the winner.
With a scream Ngoc picked up the chair and hurled it into Huon's back
knocking her to the ground. She rushed after her and ground her heel
into Huon's nipple, then stepped back, kicked off her shoes and
bouncing from foot to foot like a boxer motioned with her hands for
Huon to get up. Huon got up nursing her breast. Ngoc spun on her left
foot and one of her long shapely legs lashed out striking into Huon's
thigh causing her to stagger. Rubbing one finger through her cunt Ngoc
turned to her friend's tables and 'chalked' a one in the air.
Again Ngoc lashed out, again Huon stumbled, but this time Ngoc put two
fingers inside herself before signaling the score in the air, before
she danced in front of Huon effortlessly bouncing from foot to foot.
The third blow to Huon saw her leg give way and she sank to the ground.
I was half way out of my seat to help her but catching me in her eyes;
she vehemently shook her head. Phuong held me explained that by
assenting to this unprovoked attack both women had forfeited any right
to outside interference.
Ngoc having signaled three in the air with her wet fingers lashed out
again but Huon manage to grab her foot as it struck, held it against
her body and kicked out with her shin crashing into Ngoc's cunt. Ngoc
lost complete control and swearing rushed at Huon her hands grabbing
and tearing at Huon's hair. Despite the pain Huon seized the
opportunity and brought her hands up to Ngoc's unprotected tits. Her
fingers dug deep into Ngoc's flesh, and the two naked women stood toe
to toe exchanging pain. Huon shifted one hand concentrating on the
nipple, snatching at the nipple ring not the entire breast. Suddenly
Ngoc let go of Huon's hair and tried to pull Huon's hands off her
breasts. Huon let her pull one hand away and then sunk her teeth into
the uncovered nipple. Ngoc's shriek of pain went on and on. Such was
the agony her flailing arms and weakened hands made no attempt to stop
Huon. Huon thrust her free hand into Ngoc's cunt and savaged her clit
with her nails.
Dragging the sobbing Ngoc to a waiters cart, she ripped the decorating
ribbons off a table, tied Ngoc's hands and feet to each leg of the
trolley so Ngoc was trussed up face down and pushed the trolley to the
nearest table. Taking a candle off the table she rammed it into her
step daughters arse, moved to the next table where she forced another
candle into Ngoc's love hole. Huon proceeded to twelve tables each time
inserting another candle. At the thirteenth table, comprising Ngoc's
closest friends who had encouraged Ngoc in her speech and fight, she
removed all the candles and drove her fist all the way into the
defeated, hysterical and humiliated Ngoc's cunt.
After Huon dressed Phuong and I took her home by taxi. Traveling
through the suburbs to her house seated in the back seat between the
two women I felt the sleeping Huon's head against my shoulder, as she
lay sprawled against me. I was aware of the breast that lay against my
side, bare and uncovered by the halter neck and the hand resting in
mine. As I spoke to Phuong my thoughts were elsewhere thinking of
Huon's words as we sat in the taxi waiting for Phuong to say goodbye to
friends. "I'll need a lot of English lessons, but keep it secret from
Phuong"