IPB-116 China Girl by Author Unknown


Chapter 1


Suzie Wong gazed longingly towards the ocean, carrying her thoughts to 
her native land. A refugee from Vietnam, whoever would have thought it 
possible, she the daughter of Chinese nobility forced to flee her 
homeland. The successful owner of a boutique that catered only the best 
to the best, the wives of Field Marshalls and Colonels were her 
clientele. She had clothes flown in from Paris and London, she attended 
luncheons and cocktail parties by the score. And now . . . here in this 
hotel in Hawaii to rest and recuperate before flying to America to meet 
Brad, her husband. Whatever had possessed her to marry a CIA Agent, she 
could have had anyone ... he did remind her of her father's stable boy 
though, always she came back to him. Suzie sighed, she didn't want to 
think about Brad, he didn't even satisfy her and she hardly ever saw 
him anyway. She smiled to herself when she thought of Brad's superior 
from the CIA who had informed her she must leave the country, with his 
bulging eyes and pants, thirsting to get into her panties. She thought 
of the sadistic pleasure she had gotten from refusing him.

She closed her eyes and opened them again to view the lush scenario of 
the Hotel Margo, and in doing so she realized for the tenth time that 
morning that every eye at the pool was upon her. Poor suckers, she 
could almost see their cocks straining against their bathing suits in 
anticipation. Just because the Hotel had a reputation for beautiful 
women, everyone assumed she was fair game. Well, she wasn't. She was 
exhausted keeping these oafs at bay. And Suzie Wong, at thirty-five was 
still stunning.

As she rose from her chair to walk to the pool, it was evident that her 
body did not reveal her years. Her legs were long and lithe, her skin 
taut and glowingly tantalizing against the hot sun. Her buttocks were 
round and firm and swelled seductively under her bikini, revealing just 
the space between the two globes of undulating promise ... her breasts 
spilling just enough out of her white bikini and her belly, gentle and 
ever so slightly rounded, just right for the caress of a man's hand.

Men lusted after her, and drooled and pursued her relentlessly. She 
spurned them over and over again but to no avail. She was always cold 
and haughty but it only seemed to make them want her more.

If only she could have looked like half the women from her father's 
village, sagging breasts and care-worn bodies. She reflected pensively 
for a moment upon her early life, her father the Governor of the 
village and her mother from an ancient lineage. She, born to be served 
and pampered. Again she thought of the young stableboy, thirteen years 
old beaten to death for loving her. He had fucked her one night in the 
almond grove and her father's steward had caught them. Her first love 
killed for loving her. Something had died in her then, never again to 
be aroused, or so it seemed ... and now. Well, she didn't want to think 
about it. And now she had her niece to care for, since her brother and 
sister-in-law were killed, a girl who had quickly ripened to womanhood, 
only lately out of the convent.


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