Show your Lines

“This is a story of the old Hong Kong of a generation ago, of a gateway between West and East, of a place of unique people with unique attitudes. A century from now, this will all be a vague memory, a rumor among other rumors in abandoned texts.”

Chapter One.

At the moment, Laura Scanlon is alone in the airplane, seated near the window, her eyes on the darkening sky and the calm Pacific Ocean so vast in its extent.

They’ve been in the air seven hours, seven hours out of San Francisco, seven more hours to Hong Kong.

She smells perfume from somewhere, or is it a man’s cologne? No, it must be perfume. Then she wonders why Emilio hasn’t yet returned. Is he still in the lounge? These days she always feels so lost without Emilio. She can’t bear the idea that soon they’ll be parted. She wants Emilio here beside her again. She runs her fingers over the soft leather purse in her lap. The lights in the cabin are dim as people rest before the evening meal. Enough time has passed since they left San Francisco to make people weary of each other, to make them eager for silence as the noise of the engines continues.

The steward approaches, glances at her, smiles and passes on. Laura looks at the man on the opposite side of the aisle and she wonders if he lives in Hong Kong. Their eyes meet and she turns her face away to look at the window again. The only man she wants is Emilio. She feels so insecure without Emilio. She’d rather they go to Europe than to Hong Kong. They might bask in leisure on the Riviera if it pleased him.

* * *

Seen from a certain angle, she looks younger than her twenty- eight years. The skin of her face is translucent, the cheekbones high, the lips full and modestly sensuous. Her brown hair is luxuriant, carefully waved, a cluster of impish curls on her left temple. When she stands erect before her mirror, her breasts are substantial enough to be slightly pendulous, the curves of the two breasts neatly balanced by the perfect curves of the two buttocks. Except for the curves of breasts and buttocks, her body is long and slender. Her belly is flat and her thighs are long, and at the joining of her thighs the hair is only slightly darker in color than the hair that frames her face. She keeps her grooming immaculate, hair, nails, makeup, all of it cared for with the utmost devotion.

* * *

Emilio returns to her with a bottle of wine and two glasses in his hands. “Look what I’ve brought for us, darling.”

Laura shows her happiness by kissing his cheek as he sits down in the seat beside her. She watches him as he opens the wine, and then she holds her glass to be filled. She waits until Emilio has filled his own glass, and then they toast each other, smile at each other, sip the wine with their eyes on each other.

“I love you,” she says.

Emilio smiles as he touches her hand.

A late dinner is served, and she listens as Emilio tells her an amusing story of a trip to Brazil. She feels happy. She feels happier now than ever before in her life. She wants nothing except to make Emilio as happy as herself.

* * *

In Florence one morning she stood in front of the dressing table in their hotel room wearing only a pair of white lace panties, her hands on her hips, her eyes on the mirror as she looked at her breasts, turned her body to look at them from another angle, wondering if they were as pretty as she thought. Then Emilio came out of the shower with a huge erection under the towel, and when she saw it they both laughed and he pulled the towel away to show it to her. He came behind her, pressed himself against her, his stiff penis against the white lace that covered her ass. She leaned her hands against the dressing table as he pulled the panties down her legs and off her feet. She leaned and bent forward as he slid his penis deep inside her sex and started doing it to her from behind. His balls slapped against her sex, and when he finished she quivered as she felt the wetness between her legs.

Afterward they went out to look at the statues in the Piazza del Duomo.

* * *

When the dinner has ended and the trays are cleared by the stewards, they sit back in their seats to watch a dull film on the screen. Laura feels drowsy as she leans her head against Emilio’s shoulder. The sky outside is dark now, the cabin quiet as the passengers settle in for the long night.

She hears the voices in the film only vaguely as she attempts to sleep. She cuddles against Emilio. She always feels so secure when she sleeps against his shoulder like this.

She does not want to think about tomorrow.

* * *

Sometime during the night she awakens as she feel Emilio’s hand sliding into her lap. She remains motionless, her eyes closed, waiting. A blanket now covers them and she hopes no one can see anything. She waits for Emilio’s hand. The hand continues moving over her knees, then slides under the edge of her dress to stroke her knees through the nylon of her pantyhose.

What time is it now? She opens her eyes and she looks at the cabin around them. The cabin is so dark, it must be past midnight.

Emilio’s hand moves upward, his fingers pushing between her legs, her breath catching as she feels his fingertips stroking the insides of her thighs. She opens her legs to him, her knees parting under the blanket. She closes her eyes and she remains motionless as Emilio’s fingers at last touch the nylon that covers her sex. She wants him to stop it. She wants him to go on.

“Darling, wait…”

“No one can see us.”

“Yes, but let me go to the washroom first and I’ll take something off.”

He sighs as he pulls his hand away. She kisses his cheek, and then she rises and she slides her body out to the aisle. Now she tries to remember in which direction she ought to walk, and then when she does remember she turns and she walks down the long aisle to the washrooms.

* * *

One day when they were lovers only a short time, he asked her if she was more devoted to him than to any other man that she’d known. She said yes, it was true, she was more devoted to him than to any of the others. He said he wanted to have her in a public place but that she had to be specially dressed for it. She would have to wear a black dress, and under that black stockings and black shoes with very high heels. She would have to find garters to hold up the stockings or maybe stockings with elastic tops. When she had what he wanted, when she was dressed in the manner he wanted, he took her into the country and he made love to her against a tree. He had her against the tree with her dress raised to her hips and one of her legs lifted so that he could get his penis inside her. Then he had her on the ground with her legs in the black stockings on his shoulders and his cock driving into her sex with such force that it made her cry out with pleasure.

* * *

In the airplane, when the door is locked, she looks at the minuscule washroom and she’s thankful it’s still clean. She glances at her image in the mirror, at her red lips, at the waves of dark brown hair that frame her face. Then she slips out of her shoes and she lifts her dress to get at the waistband of her pantyhose. She pulls at the tights, pulls the nylon sheath down her thighs and legs and then off her feet. After she drops her skirt, she gathers the pantyhose and she stuffs them inside her purse.

The plane rocks a moment and she has to steady herself against one of the walls. Then she slips into her shoes again, rising up on the high heels, her eyes on the mirror over the basin. Once again she looks at her face, at her eyes. She pulls at her dress to slide it upward, and then she moves a hand between her legs to touch her sex. She quivers with pleasure as she feels the wetness, the moisture coating the outer lips.

As she leaves the washroom, she thinks only of Emilio. She walks along the aisle again, searching for their seats, searching for Emilio. Then at last she finds him in the darkness and she slides past his knees to seat herself next to the window again.

In a moment their laps are again covered by the blanket, and as Emilio once more slides his hand under her dress and between her legs, he murmurs his approval when he finds her pantyhose gone.

She turns her face toward his and they kiss in the dark.

His hand moves again under the blanket, his fingers stroking the insides of her thighs, the bare skin of her thighs under her dress. He finds her sex and he strokes it lightly with his fingertips. Her eyes closed, she opens her legs even wider under the blanket.

Someone passes along the aisle in the darkness. Is it the steward? Laura quivers as she feel Emilio’s fingers touch her again. She feels her thighs trembling. She wants her sex to be open to him, open to his hand, open to his fingers. Is she wetter now than before? She moans as Emilio strokes the lower part of her slit, avoiding her clitoris, avoiding the apex.

He whispers in her ear: “You’re excited.”

“Yes.”

“You’re thinking about tomorrow.”

“No, it’s not that at all.”

He makes a sound of amusement. “But I think it is.”

“Emilio I told you…”

“But you’re doing it to please me.”

“Yes, if you want it.”

His fingers again. The pleasure he can give her with his fingers always amazes her. No other man has ever been able to do to her what Emilio does to her. No other man has ever brought her such excitement.

A shudder passes through her body as he begins a slow masturbation of her sex. His fingers have still not touched her clitoris, but she knows it will happen. She sits half-reclined, her head turned to the side, her eyes closed as Emilio’s fingers gently stroke the parted lips.

Now he finds her stiff clitoris and he grazes it carefully with a fingertip. Her sex is drenched now, and it occurs to her that her dress will be stained. But she planned to change her dress in the morning anyway. She groans as Emilio presses his fingers against her clitoris. She wants him inside her now. She craves to have his fingers inside her. Inside my cunt. Inside my cunt here in the darkness.

He continues to stroke her with his fingertips.

Then at last she feels one of his fingers penetrate the mouth of her vagina.

She prays for him to finish it, prays for him to bring the orgasm on quickly.

She feels her knees shaking, and then he touches her clitoris again, rubbing it with his finger, rubbing it back and forth, until an instant later her belly twitches and she gasps as the fire of the orgasm sweeps through her sex.

When she recovers her senses, she kisses his cheek. “I love you.”

“You come like a schoolgirl,” he says with amusement. He pulls at her hand to get it into his lap and she immediately knows what he wants. She finds the bulge of his penis and she explores its contours, the stiffness under the cloth of his trousers. For a while she merely runs her fingers over it, exciting herself as she feels its rigidity, the length of it, the bloated glans under the cloth. “Go on,” he says.

She senses his impatience and she finds pleasure in it, a reassurance of his desire for her. Her fingers find the zipper along the front of his trousers and she pulls at the tab, pulls the zipper down toward his thighs. Then she slides her hand inside the opening to find his penis, her fingers pulling at the tube of warm flesh, extracting it, bringing it out of his trousers under the blanket, her fingers squeezing it, her excitement increasing as she feels the wetness at the swollen tip.

“Go on,” he says.

Yes, go on. Her fingers curl around the rigid shaft, stroking it slowly. Now she recalls the image of it, the picture forming in her mind, the memory of his penis bloated and strong, extended to its full dimensions, the knob so much darker in color than the shaft, the veined length of it. She feels a great warmth in her belly, an affirmation of her love for him.

This is my master, she thinks.

Her fingers are on the shaft, her fingers curled. She begins to stroke it, her hand moving, her wrist moving, her fingers squeezing and then relaxing again. She tries to remember the first time she did this to him. Where was it? In the Bahamas? Yes, in the Bahamas, in that bungalow they had on the beach. He came to her naked after a shower and she fondled his genitals and she started masturbating him. Then he stopped her and he made her go with him to the beach and start it again. They stood on the beach under the moon and the dark sky and she stroked him with her hand until he came in great spurts on the sand. She remembers the way the sperm glistened in the moonlight.

Does he want to come quickly? She adores making a man come. She adores making Emilio come. She adores the way his penis always twitches and throbs in her hand when it begins spurting. She feels the increased size of it now, the swelling all along the length of the organ, the swelling of the bulb of the glans. With her free hand, she opens her purse, fumbles inside it, extracts a tissue and then carries the tissue under the blanket to the tip of his penis.

Now she strokes him with more determination, her fingers gripping the shaft, her wrist moving up and down, up and down.

Then she feels the pulsing, the twitching, and finally he utters a muted groan as he begins discharging the sperm into the tissue that she holds over the glans.

She finishes it. The presence of the blanket covering their laps makes it awkward, but she manages to finish it completely.

Afterward she leans against his shoulder and she tries to sleep.

* * *

In the morning when she opens her eyes, she discovers she still holds the wad of tissue in her hand. What time is it now? Is it seven yet? They breakfast together, smile at each other, use the washroom to clean their faces and change their clothes.

“I think I’m frightened,” she says.

“No, don’t be.”

“But will he like me? He may not like me at all.”

“It’s all arranged.”

But she remains uncertain. She has agreed to things, but she’s still uncertain of the consequences. How does one ever know all the consequences of things? She has agreed to things because Emilio asked it of her. Only because Emilio asked it of her. I do love him, she thinks.

As they circle in toward Kai Tak Airport, she looks at Hong Kong Island, at the bay and Kowloon.

“Where’s his house?” she says.

“In the hills of Kowloon.”

Chapter Two.

Li Wu is smiling at them. He wears an English suit and his appearance is trim and elegant. They sit in a large room in his opulent house in the hills of Kowloon. They drink cool white wine and they talk quietly about trivialities.

“The weather here has been quite wonderful,” Li Wu says. His English is perfect; not British, but not completely American.

Emilio nods, and they begin talking about the various climatic zones and their significance in the scheme of things.

Laura watches them. She looks at Emilio and she looks at Li Wu. She hears the words but she pays no attention to them.

At intervals Wu looks at Laura. Their eyes meet. She turns her eyes away to look at a Chinese tapestry on the far wall.

Then in a moment she glances at the two men again and she’s relieved to find that Wu is no longer looking at her. She feels overcome with uncertainty. When she looks at Emilio again, he smiles at her as if to offer her reassurance.

She looks at the decor. The house is indeed beautiful, filled with Chinese and European antiques. Li Wu is evidently a man of refined tastes, a collector of art objects, a person of sensibilities.

After a while Li Wu rises, murmurs an apology and leaves them.

Emilio smiles at her, and when she rises from her chair, Emilio also rises and he goes to her and takes her hand.

“I’m uneasy,” she says.

“But everything will be fine.”

He kisses her forehead as he strokes her shoulders. Then she presses against him and she’s amazed as she feels his erection pushing at her belly.

“Everything will be fine,” he says again. “But you must remember to be obedient.”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to leave now.”

“Please, not yet…”

“No, darling, it’s time.”

She wants to cry, but she restrains herself. He kisses her again, this time kissing her lips, and then he pulls away from her and he leaves her.

* * *

One time in Barcelona they had a lover’s quarrel. They’d been strolling in the Plaza de Cataluna, and when they returned to their hotel room Emilio said he wanted to watch her masturbate. She had never done that while anyone was watching her and she refused. Emilio became very angry and he left her alone in the room for several hours. When he returned he asked her again and this time she agreed. After she undressed, he told her how to arrange her body in the middle of the bed with her knees up and her thighs open. He sat near the foot of the bed, in a chair near the open window, and he watched her as she fingered her sex. Having him watch her do it excited her greatly, and she soon had a series of strong orgasms. After that he made love to her, and when he entered her he said her sex felt swollen and hot. He promised that if they quarreled again he would never leave her.

* * *

She’s alone in the room. She looks at the furnishings, the Chinese paintings, the antiques. She goes to the window to look at the gardens. Through the trees in the distance, the bay is visible. In which direction is Hong Kong? Then she look at the edge of the gardens and she feels a sudden shock as she sees Emilio and a girl.

Or is it a woman? At this distance it’s not possible to tell one way or the other.

She stares at them, at Emilio and the girl They appear to be talking, the girl turning her slender body a moment, and then turning back to face Emilio again.

Emilio takes the girl’s arm and he leads her away. Laura watches them until they move out of sight, around the corner of the house to where the front drive is located. She can see part of the road that leads from the front of the house to the highway.

She stands at the window without moving. All the windows are closed and no noise enters from the outside.

She hoped she would not see them. She did not want to see them. But now that it’s happened, she isn’t sorry. It’s better, she thinks.

Suddenly a long black limousine appears on the road to the highway, the long car moving slowly away from the house and toward the gate at the edge of the estate.

It must be Li Wu’s car, the same car that brought them from their hotel in Hong Kong. Emilio and the girl are no doubt in the car now.

She watches the car. She feels a great dismay as she watches the car vanish beyond the trees.

Well, you knew it, she thinks. You did know it.

* * *

“Women are made to give pleasure,” Emilio once said. “Don’t you think that’s true?”

“Must they give pleasure always?”

“Yes, always. In any case, they ought to.”

“And if it doesn’t please them?”

“They ought to give pleasure anyway. They ought to take pleasure in the pleasing. It’s more sensible, isn’t it?”

* * *

Li Wu has returned to the room. They sit facing each other across the blue and white Chinese rug. Is the rug also an antique? Li Wu talks about his house, his collection of Oriental objects, his fondness for the paintings of the Frenchman Utrillo.

“You’re very beautiful,” he says.

“Thank you.”

“Much beyond my expectations.”

“Is that girl your wife?”

“Which girl?”

“The girl who left with my husband.”

“The agreement is that one doesn’t speak of such things. She knows nothing about you, you see. Nothing at all. Isn’t that fair?”

“Yes.”

“Will you have more wine with me?”

He pours the cool chablis into her glass and she sips it. He looks at her ankles. Her legs are covered with a dark beige nylon that gives them a sleek look. Then he lifts his eyes and he gazes a long time at the front of her silk blouse.

“Tell me about your breasts,” he says casually. “Are they as firm as they look under the silk?”

* * *

She has put the wine glass down on the small table beside her chair. She feels a deep uncertainty, and she also feels the flush in her cheeks. How silly, she thinks. She remembers her promise to Emilio, the assurances repeated again and again.

“I don’t know,” she says. “I don’t know if my breasts are firm. Yes, I suppose they are. How do I call you? Do I call you Li or Wu?”

“You must call me Wu.”

“Yes.”

He seems content. He talks of the Colony, of his friends in Hong Kong and Kowloon, of their tastes and habits. She wonders about him, wondering about the source of his wealth, the position he maintains in Hong Kong society. Does he visit the Governor’s Residence? She remembers that Emilio told her Wu is an important figure in Hong Kong affairs.

Above all things, Wu is polite.

For the first time, she notices the beauty of his hands. The fingers are slender, artistic, expressive. She thinks of Emilio’s hands and she groans inside at the need to be with Emilio again.

Wu nods politely.

“I’d like you first bound and gagged,” he says in a quiet voice. “It’s merely a fancy I have. Do you mind? You won’t be hurt, of course. Nothing like that. I’ve no desire to cause you any pain or discomfort. Is it all right?”

Once again she has no idea what to say. Is this expected? Did Emilio warn her? Yes, of course he did.

She looks at Wu and she nods. She remembers Emilio’s caution to be obedient.

Wu seems pleased. With a soft sigh, he settles back in his chair and he sips his wine again.

“I’m tired,” she says. “I’d like a bath and some rest, if it’s possible.”

Wu is solicitous. He immediately rises and he rings for the butler. When the butler arrives, Wu speaks to him in Chinese and the butler bows without looking at her. Then Wu turns to her and he smiles. “Koy will show you to your room. If you need anything at any time, Koy will provide it.”

* * *

When they lived in Paris, Emilio said it gave him great pleasure to protect her from the world. He said certain women are fragile creatures, hot flowers than need to be protected from the elements. He accompanied her on all her shopping trips, helped her choose her clothes, her jewelry, her perfume. They visited lingerie establishments and Emilio selected the slips and brassieres and panties that he liked. In one place they had a display of pretty corsets and bustiers, and a red waist-nipper caught his fancy and he bought if for her. That evening he insisted she try it on. He wanted her wearing the waist-nipper and high heels and nothing else. After the hooks were fastened, he made her walk back and forth in front of him. He said the waist-nipper made her ass irresistible. That night for the first time he penetrated her anus. The pain was horrible and she cried. In the morning he did it again and this time it was better for her.

* * *

In the room to which the butler escorts her, she finds her clothes have already been put away by the servants.

As the butler bows and leaves, she wonders if he speaks English. How can he provide her with anything if he doesn’t speak English?

She walks to the window and she looks at the lovely gardens outside. She thinks she can see the highway in the distance, but she isn’t certain. A bath would be welcome. She ought to relax now in a warm bath.

She walks into the large bathroom that adjoins the bedroom and she draws the bath. After that she strips her clothes off and she climbs into the tub with a sigh of relief. Yes, this is what she needs at the moment.

Later, after she tires of the bath, she leaves it and she dries her body. Then she wraps the towel around herself and she returns to the bedroom. She opens the closets to make certain her clothes have been hung properly, and then as she looks at the dressing table she notices for the first time that someone has put a tray with a pot of tea on it.

How nice that is. Yes, she does want it. How thoughtful of Wu. She pours a cup of tea, drinks some of it, and almost immediately afterward she feels dizzy.

Oh my God, she thinks.

She staggers to the bed, and in a moment she falls down on the counterpane and she blacks out.

* * *

Before they left New York, Emilio said: “Are you happy?”

“I’m always happy with you.”

“People often don’t understand happiness.”

“Will we be happy always?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“I’ll always be happy with you.”

* * *

When she opens her eyes again, she has no idea how much time has passed.

She discovers her wrists and ankles are attached to restraints, the lower part of her body raised on a support of some kind. Her mouth is taped tightly enough to prevent any movement of her lips.

The towel is gone and she’s naked, and as she looks around her she realizes this isn’t the bedroom at all, not the room she was in before she blacked out. She’s in some other room, on a bed again, a dimly lit room with hardly any furniture in it.

Then the door opens and Wu enters.

He now wears a Chinese robe of maroon silk. His face is without expression as he walks toward her. For a moment he does nothing but stand at the foot of the bed and gaze at her. She feels herself blushing as his eyes fix on her breasts and then on the hairy thatch between her legs. The way her ankles are bound and pulled apart, she has no doubt he can see everything she has down there. How ridiculous to be exposed to his eyes like this. She feels embarrassment and anger and then embarrassment again. She tries to protest through the tape on her mouth, but nothing comes out except a meaningless noise.

Wu removes his robe and he reveals himself to be naked. Since he stands directly in front of her at the foot of the bed, she can’t help looking at him. What she sees is a slender but masculine body with an erect penis. As she watches him, he takes hold of his penis with his hand and he slowly caresses the length and thickness of the upright organ. A quiver of excitement passes through her as he carefully retracts the foreskin to uncover the glans.

“I thought it would be easier to have you bound while you were drugged,” he says. “But it’s only a harmless sleeping potion and the effects wear off quickly.”

After that he says nothing more.

He approaches her and he reaches out to stroke her slit with his fingers. She closes her eyes and she groans through the tape on her mouth as she feels his fingers separate the lips of her sex to get at the groove between them.

She opens her eyes again.

He pulls at the labia, toying with her flesh, inspecting her sex, and then without warning his fingers penetrate her vagina. She groans again as she feels the fingers churning around and around as if to widen the passage.

In a moment he withdraws his fingers and he replaces them with the knob of his penis. She watches it. Her eyes open, she watches his thick organ penetrate her sex with a single thrust.

He mutters something, and then he begins a rhythmic thrusting, his penis sliding in and out of her channel, his fingers now stroking the upper part of her slit to manipulate her clitoris. It seems to last forever, and she soon finds herself crying out with pleasure again and again.

Before he reaches his crisis, he withdraws his penis from her vagina and he spurts his seed on her belly. Transfixed, she watches the squirting cock as he finishes milking it with his hand.

After that he dons his robe and he leaves the room.

* * *

The first time Emilio used the ropes was after a party in a Village townhouse. She had no idea he had the ropes, the velvet covered pieces that were designed for this purpose and no other. When they arrived home, he kissed her as always and he said he wanted to make love to her. But when she undressed, he brought the ropes out and he said he wanted to tie her to the bed. She was frightened at first, and then she told herself this is Emilio and he wouldn’t hurt her. So she agreed to it and he tied her to the four corners of the bed with the velvet ropes. Then he teased her clitoris with his fingers until she came a few times, and after that he straddled her breasts and he put his penis in her mouth. He took her that way, his member pushing and sliding in and out of her mouth until he discharged, and when that happened she gagged on the sperm and she was ashamed. He stroked her face and he said he loved her. Then he untied one of her hands and he asked her to masturbate while he watched her. She did what he wanted, and when the orgasm arrived he kissed her again and he told her she looked beautiful.

* * *

She lies there helpless, aware of the puddle of sperm on her belly, shocked by the realization that whatever is happening to her, she wants it.

I want it, she thinks, I do want it.

The door opens and the butler comes in.

Her embarrassment is acute, her dismay intense as the old Chinese walks to the foot of the bed to look at her. He looks at her sex and at the pool of sperm on her belly. He doesn’t touch her; he merely looks at her. Then he goes to a small dressing table against the wall and he returns with a towel. He wipes the pool of sperm from her belly and he tosses the towel away. After that he removes the restraints that bind her wrists and ankles, and then he removes the tape that covers her mouth.

He brings a robe to her and she puts it on.

The butler leads her out of the bedroom and down the corridor to her own room. He leaves her.

She goes to the bed and immediately she collapses on it in a flood of tears.

She moans: “Oh Emilio.”

Then she stops crying and she rolls over on her back. She reaches down to part the robe and touch her sex. She strokes the slit, the outer lips, and then her clitoris. As she lies on the bed with her knees raised, she begins to masturbate.

She continues until she has an intense orgasm.

When it’s finished, she rolls over on her belly again and she sleeps.

Chapter Three.

The next day she sees nothing of Wu. She leaves her bedroom in the morning to have breakfast in the dining room, but only the butler is there, waiting for her, his face without expression. When she sits down, he serves her breakfast.

“I’d like orange juice,” she says.

He looks at her without understanding.

“Orange juice,” she says.

He shakes his head and he says something in Chinese. She thought everyone in the Colony spoke English, whether or not they were Chinese. How inconvenient it is to have the butler speak no English. Then she blushes as she remembers the way he looked at her when she was bound and gagged on that bed.

She has breakfast alone and she sees nothing of Wu. She has lunch alone, again served by the butler in the dining room.

Still, she sees nothing of Wu. In the afternoon she amuses herself with magazines. Then she walks in the gardens to look at the various exotic flowers. After that she goes to one of the sitting rooms and she watches the English language television channels.

* * *

In the early evening, the black limousine returns from somewhere. No doubt Wu is inside it. She waits for him to summon her, but nothing happens. Instead the butler brings a note to her room. In the note, the letters in a cramped style, Wu asks her to dress for dinner at eight o’clock. He says he looks forward to seeing her then. Signed: Wu.

She puts the note on the dressing table and she gazes at it a long time.

* * *

Later, as she bathes and prepares herself for dinner, she thinks of Emilio again. She wonders where he is, where he’s gone with that Chinese girl. Or is it a woman? She imagines Emilio has taken her to a house somewhere, maybe in Macao, maybe in Singapore. Emilio is worldly enough to know many houses.

After the bath she chooses an evening dress before applying her makeup. It’s a question of the coloring. An actress friend once taught her to always choose the dress before doing the makeup in order to make the skin-tone appropriate. Instead of pantyhose, she decides to wear a lace garter belt and sheer stockings. She always does this with Emilio in the evening when they dine in a restaurant or when they go to a party at a friend’s house. This is her first dinner with Wu and she’s pleased that he’s told her to dress for it. She’ll wear the sheer stockings for Wu. Now Wu has become her lover and she’ll dress for Wu the way she dresses for Emilio.

It’s what Emilio wants, she thinks. He did tell her that. She wears the sheerest black stockings she can find, and sandals with high thin heels. She remembers how Wu looked at her legs when they first met, as she sat with Emilio in that large living room. She feels excitement as she recalls the way Wu looked at her when she was bound and gagged.

He does excite her. She wants Emilio, but Wu does excite her.

She perfumes herself and she chooses jewelled earrings.

* * *

She already knows the way to the dining room, and at eight o’clock she leaves the bedroom and she descends the stairs alone to find Wu. She passes no one on the stairs, no one in the large hall between the foot of the stairs and the front of the building. Chinese paintings adorn the walls, and an occasional small painting by Utrillo of one street or another in Paris.

Wu waits for her in the small sitting that adjoins the dining room, and when he sees her he seems pleased by her appearance.

“You look lovely,” he says.

“Thank you.”

“May I call you Laura?”

“Yes, please.”

She recalls the previous day, the straps that held her to the bed, the look in Wu’s eyes as he opened her sex with his fingers.

They sit opposite each other at the dinner table, only the two of them, the servants bustling back and forth with the various courses.

Wu apologizes for his absence all day, explaining that he had business to attend to in Hong Kong. He says he’d like some day to leave Hong Kong and live permanently in New York, but the time hasn’t come yet. Does she enjoy New York?

She says yes, she and Emilio do enjoy New York. They also spend part of the year in Paris and they enjoy that too.

* * *

After the dinner is finished, Wu suggests a stroll in the gardens. “It’s a warm evening,” he says. “The gardens are lovely at this time of year.”

She takes his arm as they walk through the French window and into the gardens.

Yes, the night is lovely, isn’t it? A lovely night with a host of stars in the black sky. Once again she wonders where Emilio is. Where is he at this moment? If she asks Wu, he won’t tell her. But then it’s possible Wu doesn’t know either. It’s possible Wu knows nothing more than she does.

Wu is silent as they walk. She holds his arm and she looks at the starry sky. After a while he leads her out of the gardens and into the house again.

“Have you seen the library?”

When she says no, he takes her to the wing of the house that contains the library. The room is large, square, the walls covered with books from floor to ceiling.

He says the library is hers to use any time she wishes it. Then he points to a footstool and he says: “Why don’t you sit there and I’ll sit here. I’ll have some tea brought to us.”

The chair he has chosen for himself is not far from the footstool. She hesitates at first, but then she does what he wants. She carefully lowers herself to the footstool, and she sits facing the armchair with her legs together and her dress covering her knees.

Wu uses the telephone to order tea, and then he sits down in the armchair and he gazes at her legs. “It’s peaceful here,” he says. “The books always make me feel at peace.”

She quivers with uncertainty at what will happen next.

In a moment the butler arrives with a tray, a teapot and two porcelain cups. The tea is poured and the butler leaves. As the door closes, her cup makes a tinkling sound against the saucer that she holds in her hand.

They sip their tea and Wu continues to gaze at her legs. Then he puts his teacup and saucer on the small table beside the armchair and he leans forward. He pushes the edge of her dress back to expose more of her knees. He asks her to open her legs.

“They’re much too pretty to hide.”

She feels the blush in her face. She’s afraid she’ll spill the tea that she holds in her hands. She glances to the side, and then she places the teacup and the saucer on the floor beside her.

Then she does what he wants.

She pulls at the dress, and in a moment the edge of her dress is back far enough so that now the tops of her stockings and the straps of her garter belt are revealed.

Wu gazes at her thighs, at the white skin above the tops of her dark stockings.

He asks her what she did all day to amuse herself in his absence. “Were you bored?”

She tells him what she did. She tells him about the magazines, the walk in the gardens, the English language television channels.

“Did you masturbate?”

She feels her face blushing again. “No, not at all.”

“In the future when I’m not at home you might do that. It would give me pleasure to know that you do it in my absence.”

He appears amused by her modesty, her reticence to discuss masturbation. He asks her expose her legs further, and she does so until her panties are revealed.

“The most divine temple,” he says.

The archaic language is an amusement. Is he teasing her? She knows part of her dark pubic triangle is visible through the sheer black lace of her panties.

Where is Emilio at this moment?

She feels the erotic tension between herself and Wu. She has done this with Emilio, but not with anyone else. Emilio likes to have her without panties when he looks at her this way.

Wu continues to gaze at the joining of her thighs as he tells her how much pleasure he had when he took her the previous evening. “The bonds made you a bit frightened,” he says. “And because of that the possession was more interesting. Did you enjoy it also?”

“I don’t know.”

“But you must be truthful.”

“Yes, I did enjoy it.”

He nods and he seems pleased.

Then he leans back in his chair. His hand moves to the front of his trousers and his fingers search for the tab of the zipper. He pulls at the tab, pulls it down as far as it will go. He slides his hand inside the front of his trousers and he brings out his erect penis.

He says the view of her charms has brought a fire to his loins. “As you can see,” he says.

She stares at it. She watches as his fingers expose the glans to her eyes.

Where is Emilio at this moment?

Wu nods. “Won’t you suck it?”

The sight of the swollen glans excites her. She leaves the footstool and she goes to her knees in front of him. She takes his erect penis in her hand and she slips her lips over the bulb of the glans.

Where is Emilio at this moment?

The taste of Wu’s member excites her. She begins sucking it, her excitement strong enough so that she hurries it. She moves her head up and down as she uses her mouth to stimulate his tumescent flesh. The heat of the cock in her mouth excites her tremendously. His organ feels on fire, as if all the blood in his body has rushed into it.

Suddenly the door to the library opens and someone enters. A male servant. Wu makes her remain in place with his penis in her mouth. Mortified, she closes her eyes. But she keeps her head in his lap, her mouth filled with his cock. She feels the eyes on her, the eyes of the servant.

Wu speaks to the servant in Chinese, and a moment later the servant leaves the library and quietly closes the door.

Wu tells her to continue, but more slowly. “You mustn’t hurry it,” he says.

She feels the pounding of her pulse now. She wants to finish it; she wants his pleasure to match her own. Despite his request to do it slowly, she hurries it again, her mouth agile and active.

Wu soon reaches the point of crisis. He makes a sound of pleasure as he ejaculates, the sperm that gushes out of the tip of his penis thick enough so that she has a small orgasm as she swallows it.

He groans again and he makes her remove her mouth from his penis. He seems displeased that she rushed it so. “You shouldn’t be awkward,” he says. “It’s not good to be awkward.”

She feels an embarrassment that she hasn’t pleased him. Emilio is always pleased when she does it this way, the quick sucking, the active movements of her head and lips until the ejaculation occurs. Wu evidently wants something else.

“Improvement will come with time,” Wu says.

Then he apologizes because she hasn’t had her own pleasure.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“No, it’s quite necessary.”

He tells her to rise, and he asks her to hold her dress up to show her legs to him.

“That’s lovely,” he says.

She supposes her sex is drenched, the wetness visible between her legs, the nylon of her panties wet and clinging.

Wu uses the telephone, and in a few moments a pretty maid enters the library. He tells Laura to keep her dress raised, and when the girl turns and sees Laura, the girl blushes and averts her eyes.

He speaks to the girl in Chinese. The girl nods, and she immediately goes to Laura to take hold of Laura’s panties.

“Let her remove them,” Wu says.

Laura remains motionless as the maid pulls her panties down her thighs and legs and off her feet.

After that the girl gets down on her knees and she gently pushes Laura’s legs apart.

Laura protests. “Please, I–”

“Yes, you must,” Wu says.

Laura groans as the girl fastens her mouth on her sex and begins sucking it. She quivers as she feels the moving tongue in her slit. The girl is skillful, practiced, and Laura soon has a tremendous orgasm that causes her to shudder from head to toe. Wu seems pleased as he watches it.

* * *

In Wu’s bedroom she kneels on his bed wearing only the sheer black stockings and the high-heeled sandals. Wu is on the bed behind her, his hands slowly caressing her buttocks, his fingers moving gently over the contours of the globes. Then his fingers move to the bulging sex, the hairy lips of her sex, his fingers tickling the swollen flesh. He kisses her buttocks, his mouth sliding over the smooth skin. She moans as he touches her clitoris with a fingertip.

Then he pulls back. Is he looking at her? She quivers, her hips swaying slightly as she waits for him. At last she feels him again, this time his penis, the glans pushing between the lips of her sex to find the entrance to her vagina. He pushes forward, stretching the orifice, filling her passage with his tumescent cock. He grunts as he begins thrusting, driving, pushing inside her. Again and again she feels the force of his excitement.

Finally his crisis arrives and he begins spurting.

After a while he withdraws and she falls away with his wetness in her sex.

* * *

Later, alone in her bed, she lies in the dark and she wonders what Emilio is doing.

Where is Emilio at this moment?

She remembers the feel of the girl’s tongue in her sex.

Oh Emilio, she thinks.

Chapter Four.

Wu is gone. She hasn’t seen him for two days and she has no idea where he is. The house is quiet, and as she wanders around the place she wonders what the servants think of her. She feels the eyes on her; she feels the servants are always watching her.

After breakfast in the morning, she likes to walk in the gardens.

These lovely gardens make Wu’s house a magical place. She loves the smells of the exotic flowers, the sounds of the birds and the insects.

When she’s inside the house with nothing to do, she reads in the library. Wu has a collection of books of erotic art, and she amuses herself by turning the pages that show people in various copulative poses. The Chinese are dainty, the Japanese are fierce, the Westerners are too photographic. Nevertheless, the pictures make her excited and they act as an antidote to her boredom.

She thinks of Emilio. Where is he at this moment? She sits in a warm bubble bath and she thinks of Emilio. She fondles her breasts, strokes them, toys with her nipples. She slides a hand past her belly to find her clitoris. Holding the tiny organ between her forefinger and middle finger, she jerks it back and forth. It amuses her to masturbate this way because it’s almost as if she has a penis.

You’re too lonely, she thinks.

In the afternoon she takes the sun on one of the terraces and she drinks gin tonics.

* * *

Today Wu has returned and she has lunch with him while he talks of his business affairs. She’s happy to have his company again. She never likes it when she’s left alone by a man and it’s always better when they return to her.

She walks in the gardens with Wu and she shows him the various flowers that she’s discovered. He appears to know nothing about them. He says Koy is the one who understands the flowers. Koy? The butler, Wu says. Doesn’t she remember his name?

When they come to a white bench in the garden, he tells her to sit down.

He stands in front of her and he says nothing, and then he opens his trousers and he brings his penis out. The glans is only a few inches in front of her face and she’s startled by it. His cock dangles, not yet fully erect, and for the first time she notices the olive cast to it. Maybe it’s the sunlight.

Wu takes his cock in his hand and he rubs the tip back and forth across her lips until she opens them. Then he pushes forward and he begins to slide his penis in and out of her mouth.

“Tighten your lips a little more,” he says.

She does that. She makes the ring of her lips tight enough to grip his penis more firmly. She’s a bit astounded by the whole procedure because no one has ever done this to her out in the open. Not like this. She can feel the sun beating down on her face as Wu’s now rigid cock slides in and out of her mouth. He takes hold of her head and he starts moving his hips with more vigor. With each thrust, his penis drives deeper inside her mouth until the tip of the glans begins to strike her throat. She becomes afraid of his thrusting, afraid of the force with which he’s now doing it, but she holds her head still as her lips grip the sliding shaft.

Finally Wu grunts and pulls back until only his glans is in her mouth, and then he holds his body motionless as the sperm jets out of the tip of his penis. She feels the hot sperm on her tongue, squirt after squirt, until he gives a final wriggle of his hips and it’s finished.

As she swallows the sperm, he looks down at her and he strokes her cheek with his fingertips.

“That was pleasant,” he says.

* * *

One afternoon Wu takes her to Hong Kong. They drive in the black limousine through the tunnel that connects Kowloon to the island. Laura peers through the car window at the crowds, the vehicles, the colorful signs over the shops. But Hong Kong seems more sedate than Kowloon. Wu takes her to Gloucester Street, and there they leave the car to enter one of the dress shops. Two girls immediately hurry forward, bowing to Wu, glancing at Laura and bowing to Wu again.

She has taken great pains with her appearance today and she knows she looks attractive. The two salesgirls have obviously concluded that she’s Wu’s mistress.

But it’s true, isn’t it? She’s Wu’s mistress now.

Wu chooses various dresses and he has her try them on. Each time she comes out of the dressing room to model a dress for him, he seems pleased at her appearance. She walks back and forth. She turns. She glances at her image in one of the full-length mirrors.

He buys nearly everything. The salesgirls are delighted. They smile at each other as they hurry to wrap the packages. Laura stands off to the side with her eyes on the exterior of the shop, on the traffic in the road. The clothes that Wu has bought her are as good as anything she might buy in New York.

Where is Emilio at this moment? Is Emilio in New York?

After they leave the dress shop, Wu has the driver take them across the bay to Kowloon. In Nathan Road, Wu leads her into a small lingerie shop. This place is quiet, tended by only one person, a handsome Chinese woman of fifty. Wu speaks to the woman in Chinese and the woman nods. She goes to the front of the shop and she locks the door. Then she puts up the sign announcing the shop is closed and she lowers the blinds to hide the interior of the shop from the outside.

“Go with her,” Wu says to Laura.

The woman leads Laura to a fitting room.

“Please undress,” the woman says in perfect English.

“Everything?”

“Yes, of course. He wants to see what he buys for you. He always does, doesn’t he?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t known him that long.”

“Oh I see. Where are you from? Are you from California?”

“No, I’m from New York.”

When Laura is naked, the woman looks at her appraisingly, her eyes moving up and down from Laura’s breasts to her belly.

“You’re very pretty,” the woman says.

“Thank you.”

“Here, put these on. I think this is the sort of thing he wants for you. I’ll wait outside with Mr. Wu.”

She hands Laura an open box with some white lace things in it. After the woman leaves, Laura takes the things out of the box and she finds a bra and a pair of panties and a skimpy garter belt. All white lace. When she looks at the bra she discovers the cups have openings to make the nipples exposed.

She puts everything on. She puts her own stockings on and she attaches them to the long straps of the ribbon garter belt. Then she steps into her high-heeled pumps and she inspects herself in the full-length mirror.

The embroidery of the white lace is delicate, exquisite, the pattern of the panties arranged so that most of her pubic thatch is visible through the sheer mesh. The panties are cut high on the sides, the fit tight enough so the back panel has already slipped into the groove between her buttocks. Since the garter belt consists of only a narrow ribbon around her waist and the set of straps to hold up her stockings, the view of her buttocks and belly is unimpeded.

The bra is quite startling. She has never worn a bra like this one, the cups fashioned with embroidered holes so the nipples are completely revealed. The lace cups firmly support her breasts, her dark nipples bulging outward through the openings like two succulent raspberries.

She turns once again to look at her ass, at the lewdness of the display.

Where is Emilio at this moment?

As she walks into the lounge where Wu and the woman are waiting, they turn to look at her with interest.

Wu seems pleased. He says something to the woman and she nods. The Chinese woman approaches Laura, urges her to turn slightly to show her ass, and then she adjusts the back panel of the panties. She talks to Wu in Chinese, pulling at the panel, sliding it into the groove between Laura’s buttocks, then pulling the lace material out again.

After that Wu calls Laura to him, and when she’s close enough he reaches out to stroke the cups of the brassiere with his fingertips. He takes her nipples between his thumbs and his forefingers and he tugs them gently. He says something to the woman in Chinese and Laura feels herself blushing as the woman smiles. What did Wu say?

The woman leads Wu to a counter where Wu examines examples of various colors. He waves his hand and he buys everything. All the colors. Laura will have the bra and panties and garter belt in a dozen different colors.

As she walks back to the fitting room to find her dress, she realizes her nipples are stiff.

* * *

One time in Paris, Emilio announced he would take her to a striptease. “Someone told me of an interesting place.”

That evening he took her to a night club in Pigalle, a large room filled with smoke and noise and a crowd of people sitting in twos and threes at small tables. She was surprised to see so many women in the place, but she thought some of them might be prostitutes.

After a while a girl came out on the small stage, and she began undressing as she spoke to the audience in French. Laura had no idea what the girl was saying, but she seemed to be telling a story of some kind. As she talked, the girl took everything off except a cache-sexe and her red stockings and the red garter belt that held them up. She also left on her red shoes. Her long breasts jiggled a great deal as she pranced around the small stage on her high heels to show the audience her ass and belly from various angles.

The next day, as Laura and Emilio walked along one of the boulevards, Emilio stopped at a lingerie shop and he pointed to a display in the window. In a corner of the window was a mannikin whose upper half was missing, only the buttocks and belly and legs remaining. This lower half of a mannikin was dressed in a red lace garter belt and red stockings.

“Why don’t you buy it?” Emilio said. “That girl last night wore something just like it.”

While Emilio walked to the corner kiosk to buy a newspaper, Laura entered the shop and she bought the red lace garter belt and the sheer red stockings. The girl spoke enough English to assure her the belt and the stockings were the right size for her.

Later at their hotel, Emilio wanted to see her wearing the red stockings.

“Nothing else,” he said. “Just the garter belt and the stockings. It’s a pity you don’t have red shoes, but I suppose those black sandals will do.”

She did what he wanted, and after that he made her kneel on the bed on all fours while he looked at her. This arrangement of her body always made her feel totally vulnerable, totally exposed. Her breasts hung down elongated from her chest; and since she wore no panties, everything she had between her legs was revealed to him as he sat partly behind her.

“That’s wonderful,” he said.

When she turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, she saw the lust in his eyes and it excited her.

He started talking about her body, describing it to her, telling her how the red color of the garter belt and stockings seemed to make the skin of her ass glow. Then he talked about what he saw between her buttocks and her thighs, her anus and her sex. He said her sex looked fuller than usual from this angle, the larger lips bulging outward. He described how the hair that fringed her sex grew into the valley between her buttocks.

The way he talked about what he saw made her blush.

In a few moments he came behind her and he stroked her sex with his hand, his fingers pushing between the lips to find her clitoris. She dropped her head down on the mattress and she arched her back with pleasure as he caressed her. She groaned. “Go in me now. Please…”

“With my fingers?”

“No, I want more than that.”

He made a sound of amusement, and then he teased her by continuing to stroke her with his fingers awhile.

Finally he removed his robe and he came behind her to penetrate her with his penis. She moaned as she felt the stiff cock pushing inside her waiting sex.

“Is it good?” he said.

“Yes, it’s marvelous.”

He stroked in and out awhile, and then he told her to move her hips. “Wiggle around,” he said. “It excites me when you do that.”

She did what he wanted. She moved her hips from side to side, rolled her buttocks, her breasts shaking, her throat erupting in a series of moans as his thrusting penis slammed into her sex again and again.

She came when he finished inside her, at the moment she felt the penis twitching and spurting in her passage.

Tomorrow she would buy red shoes. She remembered seeing a lovely pair of red shoes in one of the shops near the hotel.

* * *

When Wu brings her home, he has tea served to them in the library. Then he asks her if she’d mind modeling the clothes he bought for her. “I’ll wait for you in my bedroom.”

“Which clothes?”

“Why not everything? Do the dresses first, and after that the other things.”

She goes to her room and she bathes and perfumes herself because she expects he’ll want her later on. Then she dons one of the dresses and she goes down to his bedroom to have him look at her.

She finds him seated near the open French window wearing a smoking jacket. He folds the newspaper in his hands and he looks at her.

“Yes, that’s pretty. Do a turn. Walk around a bit.”

She walks back and forth in the large open space between the bed and the wall opposite the bed. The carpet is deep enough to force her to step carefully in her high heels.

Wu says he’s pleased with the dress and he asks her to show him another one. As she leaves the room, he unfolds his newspaper and he begins reading it again.

She wears the two other dresses for him and he’s pleased with them also. She has to change her shoes for the last dress because the color of the shoes is wrong. These are sling-backs that leave her heels bare. He says he likes these shoes better than the others and he’d like her to wear them when she shows him the underwear.

In her bedroom again, she wonders how she ought to go to him now. Should she wear a filmy peignoir over the undies or something more prosaic? She never likes it when the servants are aware of what’s happening between her and Wu. Sometimes she thinks the servants spy on them.

She decides to wear an embroidered robe rather than a sheer peignoir, and as she walks down the corridor she passes one of the maids and she’s thankful about her decision.

In Wu’s bedroom, she closes the door and then she slips out of the robe to show him the new underwear. She chose the black color first because she thought he might like that best. He saw the white things in the shop in Kowloon, and except for the red undies, she thinks the other colors are wrong for her. She feels uncomfortable about wearing red for Wu. She feels that somehow the red color belongs to Emilio.

Where is Emilio at this moment?

She poses for Wu. She walks back and forth to exhibit her legs in the sheer stockings. Her nipples are stiff, protruding through the holes in the lace bra. Exhibiting herself to Wu like this has excited her tremendously. She hopes he’ll take her quickly, that he’ll not ask to see her wear the other colors.

Then he tells her he wants the panties removed, and this pleases her because now she expects he’ll want to have her soon.

As she walks back and forth in front of him, she tries to emphasize her belly and ass to entice him to take her immediately.

But this evening Wu’s interest is elsewhere. He exposes his penis and he tells her that he wants her mouth. She goes down on her knees in front of him and she takes the glans between her lips to suck it.

Wu strokes her head with his hands as she does it to him. When he has his crisis, he groans as the sap spurts out of his cock. She sucks and swallows it, cleaning his glans with her tongue, disappointed that now he’s finished with her.

Later in her room she lies on the bed wearing the shoes and the stockings and the garter belt and she thinks of Emilio. She thinks of Emilio as she masturbates. She thinks of Emilio as she lifts her legs high in the air to point her toes at the ceiling. She groans again and again.

Chapter Five.

The butler watches her. She feels the butler always has his eyes on her, his face impassive, his eyes always looking at her no matter where she might be. During the day when Wu is gone, she wanders around the house, the gardens, the terraces, and she’s always conscious of the butler’s eyes upon her. He watches her when she eats alone, or when she sits on the terrace with a cool drink and a magazine. Sometimes he comes to her room to fuss with the airconditioning or to check the window screens. She remembers her exposure to him, her body naked, the way his eyes looked at her. He never talks. She realizes now the butler looks older than he is. He must be forty-five, but the lines in his face make him look much older. Does he have a wife? He seems unafraid of Wu. Or maybe Wu knows everything the butler does and he approves it. Yes, Wu must know everything. Wu knows everything and he doesn’t care. So she fears the butler. When she feels his eyes upon her, she’s afraid.

* * *

One evening Wu says he wants to watch her with a woman. He offers her the pretty maid, the girl who pleasured her in his library.

Laura declines but Wu insists. “It’s amusing,” he says. “Don’t you find it amusing to make love with a woman? Don’t you enjoy it?”

“I’m not sure. I–”

“Come to my room with me.”

When they arrive at Wu’s room, he uses the phone to call the girl. She appears within moments, her eyes questioning, blushing slightly as Wu explains what he wants from her. The girl nods and she hurries to get rid of her clothing.

Laura stands near the dressing table and she watches the girl disrobe. The maid is a small girl with a pretty face and a robust body. Her breasts are small, her buttocks full and round, her legs muscular.

Wu looks at Laura and she knows what he wants. She begins to undress. When she’s naked, she goes to the bed and she lies down on it. She waits for the girl, her eyes on the girl’s dark nipples, on the scant black hair at the joining of the girl’s plump thighs. As the girl climbs on the bed, Laura quivers as she catches sight of the fat little slit between the girl’s legs. She wants it now. She opens her legs. Her sex tingles as she anticipates the girl’s tongue. She remembers how nice it was the last time, how the girl’s eager mouth brought her so much pleasure.

She doesn’t mind that Wu will watch it. Wu has seated himself near the window, crossed his legs and folded his arms as he waits for the performance on his bed to begin.

The girl crawls between Laura’s legs and she immediately begins kissing the insides of Laura’s thighs. Laura wonders what her name is and where she’s from and who her lovers have been. Has Wu ever had the girl? Laura groans and raises her knees as the girl’s mouth finds her sex, as the girl’s nose and lips burrow into the hairy slit. She closes her eyes and she thinks of nothing but the mouth and tongue, the face between her thighs.

Now she wants her clitoris sucked. She slides her hands down and she pulls at the girl’s head until the girl understands what she wants.

She comes at the instant she feels her clitoris trapped by the girl’s lips. Her body shakes; her knees rock. The girl holds Laura’s thighs as she drinks at Laura’s fountain.

Wu says something in Chinese and the girl immediately pulls away. She scurries off the bed, grabs her clothes and quickly leaves the room.

“I don’t want you to be exhausted,” Wu explains with a smile. He rubs the front of his trousers to emphasize his arousal. He looks at Laura as he slowly undresses, and when he’s naked his penis bobs in front of him like a curved sword. He strokes it with his hand, pulling the foreskin back to expose his glans. “Kneel on the bed in front of me,” he says.

She turns and she kneels, her knees apart, her head down on her folded arms. He’s taken her this way before and she likes it enough. The girl’s sucking has warmed her sex and she’s ready for him.

He stands behind her as he fondles her ass. Her eyes closed, she moves her hips from side to side as she enjoys the feel of his hands on her flesh. She remembers his hands, the long fingers, the expressive bones.

He touches her anus. “I’ll have you here.”

She groans. “No, please, I don’t–”

“Yes.”

She begs him. She pleads with him not to do it there. Not in her ass. At first he’s amused at her refusal and he tries to persuade her to accept him there. But when she continues to resist him, he becomes annoyed, irritated, the rising anger apparent in his voice.

“Why not? Is this place so sacred to you? I’m sure your husband has had you here. He has, hasn’t he? Yes, of course he has. I won’t have you disobedient, you know. I won’t have it.”

The fury in his voice frightens her, and she finally agrees to it. “Yes, go on.”

“I could force you, but instead I’ve asked you to accept it.”

“Please go on.”

“Has your husband done it?”

“Yes, but not often.”

“I see. All right, I’ll use an oil then. What a pity you don’t have more experience. It’s an unfortunate disadvantage.”

He shows her the oil that he’ll use, a yellow liquid in a small vial. Then she quivers as she feels the oil on her anus. She’s mortified. She waits. His hands move over her buttocks again, his fingers gripping, caressing her flesh. Then she feels his cock, the tip of his penis pushing against the tight aperture, pushing and entering, the glans pushing in, stretching the opening, pushing a bit more, slowly entering the oiled passage.

She moans. “Please…”

He grunts as he pushes forward, pushing inside her rectum until the invasion is profound, total, irrevocable. His possession of her is now complete, his testicles pressed against her sex as his penis fills her back passage.

He tells her that in the western provinces of China the smaller opening is called the Temple of Supreme Delight. Before they marry, young girls are prepared by their mothers, the tight sphincters of the girls stretched by wooden phalluses of various sizes.

He grunts again as he begins moving his penis inside her. His hands grip her buttocks, squeezing her flesh, his thrusting gradually becoming vigorous. She feels vanquished, completely debased by him, her rectum ravaged.

“Oh no!” she pleads. “Please don’t!”

Her resistance angers him. He grunts. He shouts at her, first in Chinese and then in English. His penis continues sliding in and out of her stretched passage, until finally he makes a hoarse sound in his throat as he reaches his crisis. He pumps his cock in her bowels, emptying his balls, his hands clutching the tender flesh of her buttocks.

* * *

“You have much to learn,” he says.

Some time has passed. She lies on the bed naked as he sits on the chair near the window again. For several minutes now she’s been covering her eyes with a forearm, unwilling to look at him, unwilling to look at the room.

“I’m sorry,” she says.

He says nothing. He calls the butler. When Koy comes in, Wu turns to him and he speaks in Chinese. She lies with her arm once again covering her eyes, avoiding the gaze of the butler, ashamed of her nakedness.

“Go to Koy,” Wu says to her.

She opens her eyes and she gasps when she sees Koy has his penis out of his trousers. The cock looks huge, the glans swollen, darkly flushed.

“Go to Koy,” Wu says again. “Service him with your mouth.”

She’s afraid to refuse. As much as she hates the thought of it, she’s afraid to refuse. Naked, she leaves the bed to crouch in front of Koy and take his penis in her mouth. His thick cock immediately causes her to gag, but when she tries to pull her face away he holds her head with his hands. He says something in Chinese to Wu, and then he begins thrusting, pumping his cock in and out of her mouth until the crisis arrives and his penis spits his hot sperm on her tongue.

He holds her head to his belly until his spasms are finished, and then he pushes her away.

Shortly afterward, Wu sends her back to her room with the butler.

After Koy leaves her, she lies on the bed in tears.

* * *

Emilio once told her it would excite him to have her naked under her dress while they were out in public somewhere. He said she might be merely naked from the waist down, that was enough.

“But what about my legs?” she said. “That means I can’t wear pantyhose.”

She wore stockings instead, only stockings and a garter belt under a soft wool dress. They had their dinner in a French restaurant in the East Sixties, and as they sat beside each other on the velvet covered bench, she was very much aware of her nakedness under the dress. This was the first time any man had asked her to do this and it thrilled her. She was more aware of her sex than ever before, and as they sat there she began to suspect she must be dripping because of the excitement she felt. A journey to the ladies room proved this was so, and although in the stall she had an urge to masturbate she restrained herself. She returned to Emilio a bit drier than before, but of course in a short while she was just as wet again.

“You’re excited,” Emilio said.

“Yes.”

“I can always tell.”

In the taxi after they left the restaurant, Emilio slipped a hand beneath her dress to touch her, to get his fingers wet. She was afraid the driver would notice what Emilio was doing, but if the driver did notice anything he gave no sign of it. Emilio fondled her awhile, and then he pulled his hand away and he made her lick his fingers.

“Taste yourself,” he said.

She shuddered as she did it. She knew what she tasted like. She knew the taste and smell of her sex, but being made to lick his fingers while the taxi driver might be watching them almost made her come.

When they arrived home, Emilio immediately led her to one of the windows in the living room and he raised her dress to her hips. He made her bend over one arm of the sofa as he fondled her ass and between her thighs. He stroked her sex with his fingers, and then he drove the fingers inside and he began doing it to her like that, taking her with his fingers until he had her shaking through one orgasm after another. Then he pushed a finger inside her anus and he worked both places at the same time. She cried out, begging him for more, wondering if anyone in the building across the street could see them, or see only Emilio, or maybe Emilio and her ass, his hand moving be tween her buttocks. She cried out as she came again, and at the end Emilio lay on her back and he whispered in her ear that his hand was drenched with her juices. “Like a flood,” he said. “It’s a river coming out of you.”

* * *

Wu’s attitude toward her has changed. He treats her with more disdain. She senses it in the way he often ignores her at the dinner table, or in the afternoon when he arrives home from Hong Kong or Kowloon and he relaxes in one of the rooms. It makes her uneasy and at the same time it makes her unhappy. She does not want Wu to be dissatisfied with her.

One day on one of the terraces, as they sip tea and watch the dying sun in the west, Wu tells her he wants to have her mouth. It’s not the first time and she has no cause to be reticent, but for some reason she hesitates longer than he likes and he becomes angry with her. He calls her a fool and he orders her to do it. Blushing, furious at herself for having angered him, she goes to her knees in front of him and she brings out his penis.

The stone floor of the terrace hurts her legs, but she pays no attention to it. She curls her fingers around his soft penis and she begins stroking it, moving the silky skin back and forth over the plum of his glans. She wants to satisfy him, to make him happy, but today his cock is slow in responding to her fingers. She tries her mouth instead, her lips closing over the tip of his penis, her tongue sliding over it.

As she sucks the gradually thickening cock, the butler arrives on the terrace with a fresh pot of tea. Wu speaks to him in Chinese as she continues nursing on his penis. His cock is erect now, and she senses that he wants her to finish it and take his sperm. She hates the idea of doing it while Koy is watching, but she goes on with it. She works her mouth more quickly, her lips massaging the swollen glans, her tongue rubbing along the underside of the penis because she believes Wu likes that. He puts his hand on her head as he starts spurting. The sperm comes out in thick packets, maybe more of it than at other times, and as she swallows it and shudders, Wu continues talking to Koy in Chinese.

* * *

In the evening Wu sometimes asks her to sit with her breasts exposed. The first time he asked her to do it, she was taken aback because of the servants. But he insisted and she did what he wanted. Now she does it without hesitation, because the servants have seen almost everything she does with him, and what they haven’t seen they certainly know about. She wears a white summer evening dress, and it’s easy enough to slip the straps off her shoulders and let the dress fall to her waist. Her breasts are naked, unconfined by a brassiere, the skin rosy in the glow of the small lamps on the dinner table.

The maids look at her as they glide silently in and out of the dining room. When she sits half-naked with Wu like this, her nipples are always erected, the tips stiff and prominent. During all the time she has been with Wu, he has never kissed her breasts.

He has never sucked her nipples and he has never sucked her sex. Emilio never likes doing those things either. He does them occasionally, but she knows he never likes it.

One time after a party in New York Emilio asked her if she wanted it and she said only if it pleased him. “It doesn’t matter,” she said.

He lay on the bed between her legs with his face near her sex and he made her hold it open while he licked it. His tongue moved up and down in the slit and over her clitoris. He continued licking her like a cat and the pleasure she had from it was extreme.

“Look how stiff it is,” he said. “You’re about to come.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

He laughed and he tickled her sex with his tongue again. She began coming, and he became annoyed when she closed her thighs on his head.

“I don’t like that,” he said. “I don’t like it when a woman does that.”

She wondered who the other women were. She wondered if he enjoyed doing it to them. Then she kissed him and she tasted herself on his mouth. She told him that she loved him and she fell asleep in his arms.

* * *

One night while she’s sleeping, the butler comes into her bedroom. He makes her understand that he’s there to fetch her. Wu wants her, and the butler has come to escort her to Wu’s bedroom.

Tonight she’s tired and she leaves the bed too slowly. Koy berates her in Chinese, shouting at her, the anger showing in his face.

Then he exposes his penis and he makes her understand that he wants her to suck it. She’s afraid to disobey him and she does what he wants. This isn’t the first time she’s done it to him, but it’s the first time Wu hasn’t ordered it.

The butler’s thick cock fills her mouth. He wants her to hold her head still while he slides his penis back and forth between her lips. Naked, she kneels on the cool wooden floor with her head raised, her mouth open, her eyes closed as the cylinder of male flesh pumps in and out relentlessly.

When Koy comes, she almost gags. He pulls back until only the tip of the glans is in her mouth and he continues spurting.

* * *

In his bedroom, Wu has her kneeling on his bed. He fondles her ass, and then he penetrates her sex with his fingers. She groans as she feels the fingers moving in and out of her vagina, the fingers thrusting like a penis and making her shudder with delight.

Then he penetrates her anus with a finger and she cries out. He slaps her ass with his free hand and he orders her to hold still. She can’t help coming as he begins moving his fingers again. This time his fingers are in both passages and her pleasure is so great she feels she might faint at any moment.

Wu taunts her. “You’re quite easy, aren’t you? There are places in India where the women enjoy it with monkeys. The monkeys mount them from behind and take the women in both places, one after the other. Would you like that? I can arrange to have one of the trained monkeys brought here.”

He pulls his hand away and he shows her the syrup on his fingers. He rubs the fingers across her lips and she begins licking them. She revels in her debasement. She curls her tongue around his fingertips as she slides her hands up his legs to gauge the size of his erection.

“Why don’t you take me?” she says.

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes.”

He has her kneel again and he penetrates her ass with a single thrust. He comes quickly, not at all gentle as he moves inside her. He keeps his penis in her rectum and he makes her masturbate until she has an orgasm. When she comes, he describes his pleasure as he feels the constriction of her anus.

The butler arrives, but she does not want to leave Wu.

Wu strokes her face to soothe her. “You need to remember to be obedient.”

As she stands in front of him, Wu slides his fingers inside her sex and he masturbates her until she comes again.

Chapter Six.

One day Wu announces he’ll be travelling for a time on business. “It’s unfortunate. It’s a bad time for it, but it can’t be helped.”

Laura is unhappy. She imagines herself bored again, this time without hope of Wu’s imminent return to her.

Then Wu says he’s arranged to have her stay with a woman friend in Kowloon. “You’ll find her quite nice,” Wu says with a smile. “You don’t want to stay here alone, do you?”

“No.”

“Then it’s settled, isn’t it? I’ll take you to Madeleine Ferral’s tomorrow.”

He tells Laura to pack some clothes, but no more than a small valise. If she needs more than that, Madeleine Ferral will have her clothes brought from Wu’s house.

After lunch the next day, they climb into Wu’s limousine and they drive down from the hills into Kowloon. Once again she’s fascinated by the crowded streets, the hordes of people walking everywhere.

They car finally pulls up in front of an old house near Chatham Road. The chauffeur hurries to get her bag out of the trunk as Wu leads her up the stone steps to the entrance. Wu rings the doorbell, and in a moment a maid opens the door and admits them. Wu and Laura step into the house of Madeleine Ferral.

* * *

Madeleine Ferral says: “She’s lovely, Wu.”

She speaks English with only a slight French accent, no more than an occasional Gallic inflection. She looks about forty, or perhaps forty-five. Her eyes devour Laura. She gazes at Laura’s breasts. And then she walks behind Laura to look at her from the back.

Laura is happy she’s worn the high heels. Her legs look their best in high heels. The dress is rather close-fitting, and she supposes Madeleine Ferral is looking at her ass. Does she like it? Why do I care? Laura thinks. Indeed, why does she care?

It seems Madeleine Ferral and Wu have arranged everything. Laura is frightened, uncertain and dejected as Wu bids her goodby. “Be obedient,” Wu says.

Emilio said the same thing, didn’t he?

She feels awful as Wu leaves her alone with Madeleine Ferral in Madeleine Ferral’s living room.

Then Wu is gone. She hears the front door close. She imagines him climbing into his black limousine and the car moving off along the narrow street.

I’m alone, she thinks. She tries to calculate how much time has passed since she’s seen Emilio, but she can’t remember.

* * *

As they sit in a room with teak and bamboo furniture, Madeleine Ferral smiles. “Do you like Hong Kong? Yes, of course you do. Everyone loves this place. Wu has such a lovely house, hasn’t he?”

“Yes.”

“When will your husband return?”

“I don’t know.”

“Are you peeved? No, you’re not peeved. I can tell by looking at you that you’re not peeved. You’re sweet, aren’t you?”

Laura sits quietly. Madeleine Ferral seems unsurprised that Emilio has brought her to Hong Kong. The Frenchwoman talks about the various attractions of Hong Kong and Kowloon and Macao. Then she examines Laura carefully and she says:

“Wu has had you, hasn’t he?”

Laura feels herself blushing. “Yes.”

“You don’t have to hide anything from me. I can’t imagine he wouldn’t, since you’re so attractive. He told me everything anyway. Well, not everything. He told me at least enough to make me want to hear more. He’s an interesting man, Wu. But he’s really not as important as he thinks he is. I know men in Hong Kong who are much more important. He said you’re inexperienced. Sexually, I mean. Is it true? You don’t look that inexperienced.”

“I’ve been married nearly three years,” Laura says.

Madeleine Ferral seems amused. “But that doesn’t mean anything, does it? I suspect Wu made you do things that your husband never did. It’s true, isn’t?”

Laura nods. She somehow feels compelled to tell this woman everything. “Yes.”

“Par example?”

“What?”

“Tell me something. Tell me what Wu made you do. Call me Madeleine, won’t you? Would you like that?”

“Yes.”

“Now tell me.”

She tells Madeleine about Koy, how Wu made her service Koy with her mouth.

Madeleine laughs. “Is that all? But you liked it, didn’t you? I can tell by the way you quiver when you talk about it that you liked it. It’s pleasant to have one in your mouth, isn’t it? Don’t you do that to your husband?”

“But Koy is a servant.”

“Darling, that only makes it more interesting. It does, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, I suppose so.”

Laura has the feeling that Madeleine understands a great deal about life, things that often confuse her. Madeleine seems to be one of those women who know everything, a poised woman who has learned how to manage her life to her satisfaction. She’s strong, Laura thinks; she’s much stronger than I am.

Now Madeleine rises and she calls Laura to her. Laura gets up, and when she comes close enough Madeleine reaches out to tenderly stroke her face. “Do you like me?”

“Yes.”

“You’re lovely. Forget about Wu, won’t you? Now that you’re here with me, I don’t want you to think of him. Promise?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl. You do like me, don’t you?”

“It’s comforting to have someone who understands things.”

Madeleine smiles, her eyes on Laura’s breasts. “Come to the bedroom with me. I’d like to change my clothes and we can talk while I do it.”

Laura goes along with her. She feels more comfortable now. She decides she likes the house and she likes Madeleine. She really ought to do what Madeleine suggested: forget about Wu. Yes, I will forget about him. I’ll forget all about him. She doesn’t feel lost any more because of Wu’s absence. Now she has Madeleine.

* * *

One time Emilio went to London on a business trip and Laura was alone in New York without him. She missed him terribly and she drank a great deal. Her friends tried to comfort her, but they were no substitute for Emilio. She felt so lost without him.

When Emilio finally returned to her, they celebrated with a dinner in a cozy restaurant and after that a night of lovemaking.

As she lay on the bed on her back, Emilio straddled her breasts to put his penis in her mouth.

“Hold your head still and let me do everything,” he said.

He wanted to use her mouth that way. She felt wonderful that she had him back with her. She realized she could not live without someone. She would always need someone to make her life complete.

She held his buttocks in her hands, squeezing the firm flesh as he moved his hips to keep his penis sliding in and out of her open mouth. She kept her lips closed just enough to provide the proper amount of friction. She prided herself that when Emilio used her mouth there was never any doubt that she could give him pleasure.

When Emilio finally came in her mouth, there was a great deal of sperm, enough of it so that she remarked to him about it.

“You filled my mouth with it.”

He laughed and he said he’d been saving it for her during all the time in London. “It’s the truth.”

“No English girls?”

“None at all.”

But she wasn’t sure she believed him. She imagined he’d found an English girl with fat breasts and had a rollicking time with her. She didn’t care. As long as she had him back, she didn’t care. She took his penis in her mouth and she started sucking it again.

* * *

In Madeleine’s bedroom, Laura sits in a chair as Madeleine begins undressing.

Madeleine says: “I’ll take you to my dressmaker tomorrow. She makes the most wonderful things for me.”

Laura listens as Madeleine talks. Madeleine talks about her life, her several marriages, her years in Hong Kong. Laura is curious about Madeleine, and she watches the Frenchwoman as her body is revealed in stages. Madeleine is now wearing only a bra and panties, and when the bra comes off she doesn’t mind showing herself to Laura. She has mature breasts, more pendulous than Laura’s but still beautiful. The nipples are dark, aggressive. Laura thinks the Frenchwoman’s body is surprisingly firm-looking.

As she bends forward to remove her panties, Madeleine’s breasts swing, the dark tips pointing downward.

The older woman shows no modesty in front of Laura. She walks naked around the room, talking all the while, putting her clothes in order, hanging things in the large wardrobe. Laura can’t help looking at the Frenchwoman’s body, at the swaying breasts and long thighs, the firm haunches. Madeleine’s belly slopes gently down to a full thicket of dark pubic hair.

Before long Laura feels a flush in her face. She’s aware that Madeleine’s nakedness excites her. Madeleine’s ass and full breasts are exciting to look at. Is it possible Madeleine senses what is happening?

After turning away from the wardrobe, Madeleine approaches Laura and she stands in front of her. “How do I look to you? Am I too ordinary?”

Laura stares at Madeleine’s belly, at the bush of dark hair. “No, of course not. You’re not ordinary at all.”

Madeleine smiles. She makes Laura rise and she kisses Laura’s mouth. Laura trembles as she feels the woman’s naked breasts pressing against hers. She imagines she can feel the warmth of Madeleine’s breasts through the cloth of her dress.

Madeleine kisses her again, and this time the kiss is more demanding, more blatantly sexual. Laura is submissive under the kiss, opening her mouth when she thinks Madeleine wants it, accepting the probing of Madeleine’s tongue.

Then Madeleine pulls away. “Undress, won’t you? Let me see what you look like.”

Without hesitating, Laura begins to disrobe as Madeleine watches her. When their eyes meet, Laura blushes. She quickly strips everything off until she’s as naked as Madeleine.

The Frenchwoman gazes at her a long moment, the dark eyes bright with interest, and then she comes forward to take Laura in her arms and kiss her again.

Now both bodies are naked, breasts pressing against breasts. When the kiss ends, Madeleine turns partly to the side and she strokes Laura’s body, one hand caressing Laura’s breasts and the other hand fondling Laura’s ass. The hand behind Laura eventually slides beneath her buttocks to probe her sex from the rear.

Madeleine laughs softly. “You’re wet, aren’t you? Have you been with a woman before?”

“No, never.”

“Never?”

“Well…just twice. With one of Wu’s maids. He made the girl do it.”

“Made her do what?”

“She licked me.”

Madeleine laughs, her fingers now deep inside Laura’s vagina from behind. “And did you like it when she licked your cunt?”

Laura shudders. “Yes, who wouldn’t?”

“Come to the bed with me.”

Madeleine leads her to the bed and she makes her lie down on it. Then the Frenchwoman climbs over her, straddles her breasts and shifts forward to offer her sex. “I like it too. Go on, do it. I want you to.”

Laura remembers how Emilio straddled her breasts with his penis in her mouth. Now it’s a woman. Her excitement grows as she gazes at Madeleine’s dark-haired sex, as she smells the heavy woman- smell of the ripe cleft. The clitoris sticks out like a tiny finger. The outer lips are thick, the inner lips flaring and open.

Madeleine becomes impatient. “Don’t you want it?” She shifts forward, pushing her sex closer to Laura’s mouth, close enough so that when Laura extends her tongue she can lick the slit between the lips. She licks up and down, and then a more sensual licking around the stiff clitoris.

Madeleine is pleased. She cranes her neck to look down at the movements of Laura’s tongue. She pushes forward another few inches and she rubs her clitoris on Laura’s nose. “I want more than just licking, darling. Take more of it with your mouth.”

And a moment later the wet sex covers Laura’s mouth and she begins sucking it, pulling at it with her lips, instinctively shaking her head from side to side to massage the Frenchwoman’s erect clitoris with her nose.

Before long Madeleine comes, an abundance of salty liquid gushing out of her cunt to drench Laura’s face. The older woman looks down at Laura as she uses her fingers to smear the juices over Laura’s cheeks and forehead. “I’m going to like having you here. We’ll have fun, won’t we?”

Chapter Seven.

They stand naked in Madeleine’s sitting room. The blinds are closed, the room lit by only a small lamp. They stand facing each other, their breasts and bellies touching, Madeleine’s hands grasping Laura’s hands. Laura’s head is bent, her eyes on the meeting of their nipples.

Madeleine says: “Are you passionate when you’re in love?”

“Yes.”

“American women always seem so afraid of passion. Are you one of those?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

Madeleine releases Laura’s hands. The Frenchwoman takes hold of her own breasts and she rubs her nipples against Laura’s. Madeleine’s nipples are darker, more thickly extended. She rubs the nipples back and forth as Laura remains with her head bent, her eyes watching the rubbing of the erect tips.

“Touch me,” Madeleine says. “Put your fingers inside my cunt. Use two fingers and put them all the way inside me.”

Laura does it. She slides her hand between Madeleine’s thighs, her fingers probing between the thick lips to find the opening. She pushes her forefinger and middle finger inside Madeleine’s vagina. The passage is wet, the walls hot around her fingers.

“Now move them in and out,” Madeleine says. “Isn’t it nice? Don’t you like fucking me this way?”

Laura says nothing. Her eyes on the touching of their breasts, she slides her fingers in and out of the open channel.

“Now take them out and lick them,” Madeleine says. “Show me how much you like me.”

Laura does it. She pulls her fingers out of Madeleine’s sex, lifts the fingers to her mouth and slowly licks them clean.

* * *

At another time both women are on the bed. Madeleine sits with her back against the headboard and Laura lies with her back between Madeleine’s open thighs and her head resting against Madeleine’s breasts. Laura’s head is turned up as Madeleine kisses her mouth. The Frenchwoman has her arms over Laura’s shoulders, her hands holding Laura’s breasts.

Laura now wears white stockings and a white garter belt, her thighs wide apart, her sex open. The insides of her thighs glisten with wetness. She closes her eyes as Madeleine squeezes her breasts, as Madeleine’s tongue licks across her lips. Then Madeleine pulls her mouth away, and says: “I thought about fucking you the moment you walked into the house with Wu. Fucking you in a woman’s way, of course. The moment you walked in, I wanted you. Are you surprised?”

Laura is always a bit startled when Madeleine uses smutty words. It’s one thing to think them, but something else to say them. Hearing the words from Madeleine’s lips always excites her. “Yes, I’m surprised,” Laura says. “I’m not that pretty and there must be many beautiful women in Hong Kong.”

Madeleine laughs softly. “Yes, but you’re the one here with me now, not someone else. Besides, you’re pretty enough. And sweet. You’re sweet, aren’t you? I like the way your tits fill my hands.”

“Yours are larger.”

“I’d rather hold someone else’s.”

* * *

Following an afternoon of shopping in Kowloon, Madeleine lies flat on her bed wearing only her stockings. Laura lies on the bed between Madeleine’s legs, her hands on Madeleine’s thighs, her face pressed into the dark bush that covers Madeleine’s sex.

Madeleine says: “Do it slowly this time. Last night you rushed it so much, I hardly had time to enjoy it.” She raises her knees now. She moves a hand to Laura’s head and she idly strokes Laura’s hair as Laura continues sucking her.

Laura moves her face from side to side in the wet trough. The smell and taste of the Frenchwoman’s sex make her shudder with delight. After the hours they spent in the city, Madeleine’s cunt is an intoxicating banquet. Laura adores the sucking now. She yearns to lose herself completely in Madeleine’s ripe cleft. She finally pulls her face away from the Frenchwoman’s warm flesh and she wipes her mouth. “I think I’m in love with you.”

“You haven’t finished it yet.”

“I wanted to tell you I love you.”

“Will you obey me in all things?”

“Yes.”

“All right, now do it again. Suck me again and finish it this time.”

* * *

They hardly go anywhere. No one comes to the house to visit. When the dressmaker calls, she’s told that Madame Ferral has no time for her. Madeleine is too busy with Laura. In the evening the servants are sent away, and after Madeleine closes the blinds they frolic.

“That’s lovely,” Madeleine says.

Laura lies on the rug at her feet, wearing only black stockings, her left leg raised and her left foot resting on her right knee. Seated on the sofa, Madeleine has a clear view of the puffed lips of Laura’s sex, the curls of dark hair, the crinkled anus whose possibilities she hasn’t yet explored.

Madeleine says: “Does it excite you to show yourself like this?”

“Yes.”

“The black stockings make it more interesting. Open it, darling. Show me everything.”

Laura slides a hand down to her sex and she opens herself with two fingers. She looks at Madeleine’s face, gauging the effect she has. She wants Madeleine to be excited by her. She wants Madeleine to lust for her as much as she lusts for Madeleine.

But Madeleine is the stronger one. She seems aloof as she gazes at Laura’s sex, aloof and disinterested. Ashamed, Laura closes her legs.

“No, open them,” Madeleine says. “I want to look at you.”

Laura hesitates. “Are you sure?”

“Open them.”

Laura yields. She always yields to Madeleine. The Frenchwoman never fails to make her surrender. She opens her legs again, her left foot once more resting on her right knee, her legs arranged to expose herself to Madeleine’s eyes.

Madeleine says, “Did Wu make you masturbate?”

“Yes.”

“And your husband?”

“Yes.”

“Do it now. Make yourself come with your fingers.”

She did do it as Wu watched her, and she did it as Emilio watched her, but now she feels a strange reluctance to have Madeleine look at her while she masturbates. Is it shame?

Madeleine seems irritated. “Go on, darling. I’m waiting for it. I want to see it.”

Laura closes her eyes as she slides both hands down to her sex. With her eyes closed, she feels more ready for it. She opens her sex with her left hand and she begins caressing the groove with her right hand. She tickles the opening with her fingers, wetting her fingertips and then moving them to the very top of her slit at the base of her clitoris. She begins a slow rubbing of the shaft of her clitoris with only the ball of her forefinger.

Madeleine says: “How often do you do it? Have you done it since you’ve been with me?”

“No.”

“I don’t want you to, not unless I tell you. Do you promise?”

“Yes.”

“Do it now.”

Her eyes closed again, Laura slides her fingers into her cleft to find her clitoris. She tosses her head from side to side as she vibrates the hand in her cunt. She groans. She cries out. She grips her sex with her hand as she feels the pleasure of the orgasm.

* * *

Madeleine enjoys having her breasts kissed. Today they sit on the sofa half-dressed, both women naked above their waists, Laura leaning over Madeleine’s breasts as she takes one of the Frenchwoman’s nipples in her mouth. Madeleine murmurs her approval, holding the breast with her hand as Laura sucks at the tip. “Take more of it. Yes, like that.” She pushes more of the breast inside Laura’s mouth. She fills Laura’s mouth with her flesh.

Laura’s excitement is always intense as she nurses at Madeleine’s breast, as she licks and sucks the fat nipple, her lips pulling at the nub, teasing it, scraping it with her teeth. She glances down at Madeleine’s legs and she sees that Madeleine has pulled her skirt back to expose her thighs. As Laura sucks at Madeleine’s breasts, she watches Madeleine slide a hand inside her panties to finger her sex. Eager to give Madeleine more pleasure, Laura sucks harder on the long nipple. Madeleine’s hand is shaking now, her fingers vibrating in her dark sex, her knees rocking from side to side as she has her orgasm.

Afterward, Madeleine says: “I’m going to introduce you to some important people in Hong Kong. Do you want that? Yes, of course you do. Kiss me again, darling.”

* * *

One day Madeleine discovers the red lingerie. She questions Laura and she’s amused when she learns that Wu bought if for her.

“But I must see it,” Madeleine says. “Show me how you look in it.”

Madeleine waits in the living room as Laura uses the bedroom to put on the red lace garter belt and the sheer red stockings. She has red shoes that she bought in Nathan Road, and when she has everything on and she looks at herself in the mirror she thinks she looks completely whorish. Her breasts appear to be larger than when she first came to Hong Kong. Is it possible? When she returns to Madeleine, she blushes at the blatant desire in Madeleine’s eyes as Madeleine looks at her.

“Turn around,” Madeleine says.

She’s like a man, Laura thinks. The idea excites her. Showing herself like this to Madeleine gives her the same thrill as if she were showing herself to a man. It excites her to look whorish in front of Madeleine, to make Madeleine want her. She puts her hands behind her and she lewdly rubs her ass.

Madeleine laughs. “You look like a whore, darling.”

“I feel like one.”

“Will you do anything I ask of you?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Bring the lipstick from my purse.”

And when Laura brings the tube of lipstick to Madeleine, the Frenchwoman uses it to rouge Laura’s nipples. She makes the nipples a bright red. She toys with Laura’s breasts a moment, and then she tells Laura to step back so she can look at her. “Yes, that’s better. Now do a little dance so I can see the tits move. This is fun, isn’t it?”

Laura does what Madeleine wants. She dances. She sways her hips and shoulders to make her breasts swing from side to side. At first she feels awkward, but soon her movements become more adroit.

“That’s not bad,” Madeleine says, the lust again evident in her eyes.

She makes Laura kneel on the rug and crawl around on all fours. “If you were a whore, a man might make you do that. They like to see women crawling. Show me your ass, darling. Yes, like that. Let me touch you.”

Madeleine leans forward to stroke Laura’s ass as Laura kneels on the rug in front of her. Laura trembles when she feels Madeleine’s fingers rubbing her anus.

“Did Wu have you here?”

“Yes.”

“Is it sensitive?”

Laura groans as Madeleine’s finger penetrates her anus, turns and twists in the channel.

Madeleine is amused. “I’d like to do this to you with a cock. You’d love that, wouldn’t you? You’re a silly little slut. But you belong to me, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

* * *

When Madeleine uncovers her breasts, Laura is always aroused. And Madeleine knows it. She enjoys teasing Laura with her breasts, walking about the house with her breasts unfettered, swinging, the nipples arrogant. As Laura sits in a chair, Madeleine holds her breasts in her hands and she approaches Laura to rub her breasts over Laura’s face. She feeds one of her nipples into Laura’s open mouth. “Suck it, darling. Make it wet.”

* * *

Languid after too much wine in a Kowloon restaurant, Madeleine lies on her bed wearing only beige stockings that are now loose and wrinkled above her knees. She opens her thighs wide, and then she slides her hands below her belly to open her labia with her fingers. When Laura turns from the window, Madeleine says: “Come here and lick this.”

Laura looks at the open cunt, at the clitoris prominent enough so that even at this distance it’s clearly visible. Madeleine’s anus is also exposed, the dark hairs around it flattened by a film of sweat.

She goes to Madeleine. Still wearing her street clothes, she kneels on the bed and she bends over the proffered sex.

Madeleine sighs with approval, pulling her knees back with her hands as Laura fastens her mouth over the pulp of her cleft. Laura sucks at the sweet fruit of the cunt, pulling the juices into her mouth. She continues the sucking until Madeleine spasms under her, until the hot sex boils over on her tongue.

Later Madeleine takes her with four fingers, Laura lying naked on her back as Madeleine’s bunched fingers stretch the mouth of her vagina. Laura groans with happiness as the fingers twist and turn in her passage, thrusting forward and pulling back, thrusting forward and pulling back. When Laura starts coming, Madeleine speeds up the movements of her hand to make the orgasm more intense.

“My sweet lover,” Madeleine says. “You’re my sweet lover, aren’t you, darling?”

* * *

Wearing only a black vinyl waist-cincher and black stockings, Madeleine kneels on the bed with her hands on the headboard, her back arched, her ass lifted provocatively. Looking at Laura over her shoulder, Madeleine says: “Well, go on. If you don’t do it, I’ll be angry.”

Submissive as always, Laura moves to do what she promised she would do. She kneels on the bed behind Madeleine and she lowers her face to kiss the full buttocks.

Madeleine squirms with delight. “My little gougnotte.”

“What’s that?”

“That’s what you are, a gougnotte, a lesbian who likes to suck everything.”

“I’m not a lesbian.”

“Never mind what you think you are. Go on, kiss it. You know where I want it.”

Trembling, Laura moves her face between the two globes and she begins licking the damp groove. Madeleine squirms again, pushing her buttocks back, moaning her approval as she feels the wet tongue licking her anus.

Laura’s mind is in a cloud. She understands her debasement by this woman is now complete. She’s unable to refuse anything that Madeleine asks of her. Even this.

On another occasion the act is repeated, this time with Madeleine bending over the teak table in the dining room, her skirt raised, her panties lowered, her ass presented to Laura who kneels behind her to demonstrate her subservience.

Madeleine sways her hips. She makes a sound of pleasure as she feels the tickling of the wet tongue. “Yes, darling, yes.”

* * *

“Do you love me?”

“Yes.”

“Completely?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to introduce you to some friends of mine. People on the island. Important Hong Kong people. You’ll see how interesting they are. Would you like that?”

“Yes.”

“And if I want you to amuse them, will you do it?”

“Yes.”

Madeleine kisses her, a forceful kiss with Madeleine’s tongue thrusting inside Laura’s mouth.

Chapter Eight.

Laura stands in a ballroom, an enormous room in a mansion somewhere on the island of Hong Kong. Three chandeliers are suspended from the high ceiling, and under the chandeliers the people in evening clothes gather in groups and clusters, pairs and individuals. Chinese waiters move among the crowd with trays bearing drinks and hors d’oeuvres.

She wears a short evening dress and her makeup is heavier than usual, more mascara, more rouge, the red tint of her cheeks matching the red satin of the evening dress. She sips champagne as she looks at the crowd. Madeleine has introduced her to only a few people. Many of the women are beautiful. Most of the men are older, distinguished-looking, with sun-brown faces and white teeth.

She wonders where Madeleine is. She feels uncomfortable alone like this, without Madeleine, knowing hardly anyone. She quivers as she remembers that under the dress she wears only a cache- sexe. That was Madeleine’s idea, Madeleine’s insistence.

Madeleine said interesting things might happen. But what? These people seem ordinary; rich but ordinary.

She hardly thinks of Emilio now. Madeleine says it’s to be expected. You mustn’t think of the past; think only of the present. The past has no existence. The present is to be enjoyed to the fullest.

A man approaches her, forty and red-faced, and when he speaks his accent is British:

“I say, you’re alone, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

He looks at her breasts, at the upper slopes of her breasts revealed by the low neckline of her dress. He looks at her face and then he looks at her breasts again.

Madeleine warned her to be accommodating to her friends.

He smiles.

“Do you want to be alone? If you do, I won’t bother you.”

“No, please…”

“Jolly good party, isn’t it? My name’s Gordon.” Then he adds: “Would you like to go off with me somewhere?”

“Go off with you?”

He smiles again. “You know what I mean. You’re American, aren’t you? What part of America?”

“New York.”

“Ah, New York. Lovely place. Come on, then. Let’s find something cozy.”

He takes her hand and he leads her away. She goes along with him, uncertain, submissive, her small hand held by his larger hand.

As they pass through the crowd to exit the room, she notices a couple, a man and a woman talking to another man. The first man has his arm partly around the woman’s waist, his hand on her buttocks, his fingers clearly pressing inward between her thighs. As they pass the couple, Laura hears the woman speak to the man who fondles her buttocks: “Don’t ruin my dress.”

Laura’s companion leads her out of the large room and down a long corridor. She expects him to enter one of the rooms, but instead he takes her to the end of the corridor where a French door connects to a small terrace.

He leads her out on the empty terrace, and then he turns and he smiles at her. “Pleasant, isn’t it? What would you like to do? Would you like to wank it a bit?”

“Wank it?”

He ignores her puzzlement, smiles at her and unzips his trousers to bring his penis out.

She looks at the dangling cock, at the glans still almost completely covered by the foreskin. She stares at it with a growing interest. This is the first penis she’s looked at since her move to Madeleine’s house.

Gordon takes his penis in his hand and he fondles it carefully. “Well?” He moves forward. He takes her hand and he closes her fingers around his penis. He forces her hand to move back and forth. “Go on, won’t you? But not all the way, love. I’d like you to suck it.”

She does what he wants. When he removes his hand from her wrist, she continues stroking his penis, watching it as it swells beneath her fingers. Before long he has a firm erection, and the sensation of his cock in her hand excites her.

When he pushes gently at her shoulders, she’s relieved that he’s urging her to do what she wants to do anyway. His penis looks too delicious to refuse. In any case, Madeleine did tell her to be accommodating. She crouches down on the stone floor of the terrace and she takes the glans in her mouth.

This is the first penis she’s had in her mouth since Wu left her and it excites her tremendously. She wonders who Gordon is, what he’s doing in Hong Kong. Madeleine warned her that at these parties her friends don’t like to talk much about themselves. The cock in her mouth is now full size, the erection complete and vigorous, and large enough so that she has some trouble taking it. But Gordon is gentle with her and she’s thankful for that. He warns her when he’s about to come. He makes a grunting sound and the next moment his penis is spitting sperm in her mouth.

She takes it all, swallowing everything, caught up in the excitement of the act, shuddering at the taste and feel of his sperm as it slides down her throat.

When it’s finished, she stands up and she carefully wipes her mouth with a fingertip.

He smiles at her. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“That was lovely, you know. You’re quite good at it. Madeleine Ferral brought you here, didn’t she?”

“Yes.”

“Do you sleep with her?”

Laura blushes. “I’d rather not talk about that.”

He laughs. “As you wish, love. I’d like to see you later on. Find out what you’re wearing under the dress and all that. Any interest?”

“I don’t know. Can we go back to the party now?”

* * *

A woman says: “What did you do with him?”

Laura looks at the woman and she sees an attractive blonde of indeterminate age, but certainly past forty, maybe close to fifty. Flashy, American-looking, rather heavily bejewelled.

“Do with whom?” Laura says.

“With that man, darling. His name is Gordon, isn’t it? Oh I know what you did with him. He took you somewhere and he had you suck him off. He never does anything else. That’s what you did with him, isn’t it?”

Laura blushes. “He’s not nasty or anything like that.”

“Of course not. Come along with me, won’t you?. I’ve heard there’s something interesting about to happen in the game room.”

The game room? Laura has no idea what the game room is. But she allows the woman to take her hand and lead her away.

Once more she finds herself in the long corridor, this time with a woman. They head in a direction opposite to that of the terrace where she had the tryst with Gordon.

The woman says: “My name’s Olivia. You’re Laura, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You’re pretty. Madeleine said you were pretty and she was right.”

Laura feels herself blushing again. “Thank you.”

“Madeleine has a way of getting the pretty ones.”

At last Olivia stops at a door and she opens it. Holding Laura’s hand, she leads Laura into a darkened room. A crowd of people have gathered around a small stage. The stage is empty at the moment, except for a large upholstered hassock. But the crowd is obviously waiting for something to happen.

Laura stands beside Olivia, her hand in Olivia’s hand, wondering what the happening will be.

Then a murmur passes through the crowd, and in a moment two people appear on the small stage, a young Chinese couple, the boy in Western clothes, the girl wearing a rather short silk cheongsam slit up the sides high enough to show her thighs when she moves. She has pretty legs, the muscles in her calves emphasized by the high heels of her sandals.

From a loudspeaker somewhere, delicate Chinese music floats into the room. The crowd murmurs again, and Laura senses the expectation in the air.

Now the girl turns, faces the boy, and they move into each other’s arms and kiss.

The boy strokes the girl’s body through her dress. They kiss again, a tender kiss, a momentary touching of their lips. The girl steps back a bit, her fingers working at the sides of her dress, unhooking it, then undoing the high collar. She opens the dress and she pushes it off her shoulders and down her torso. Under the dress she’s naked, her breasts appearing like two apples, the tips dark and turned slightly upward.

Then, as the dress falls, her belly and the patch of black hair below it become visible. She pushes the dress down her thighs, down her legs, and she steps out of it. She now wears only the high heels and sheer beige stockings that reach half way up her thighs, the elastic tops of the stockings binding the tender flesh.

She goes to the boy and she helps him undress. When his shirt comes off, the boy’s chest is revealed as smooth and hairless. As the girl unbuckles his belt and pulls his trousers down, his hard penis springs out, pointing almost straight upward, a long cock with a pronounced curve to it.

The women in the audience are now murmuring with approval.

The girl fondles the boy, running her fingers along the curved length of his penis, cupping his testicles in her hand and lifting them. Then she helps him step out of his trousers, and she tosses the trousers on the floor of the stage beside her dress. She crouches in front of the boy and she takes his penis in her mouth.

Laura quivers as she watches it. She wonders if the other women in the room are as envious of the girl as she is.

The girl’s full red lips grip the stalk of flesh, her head now moving back and forth as she sucks him.

Laura is aware of Olivia holding her hand, gripping her hand, the older woman’s fingers conveying her excitement.

The girl on the stage pulls away from the boy and she turns to walk to the hassock. The crowd murmurs again as she lowers herself to bend over it, her head hanging over one end, her knees apart and her ass raised at the other end. Her body is turned so that everything is exposed to both the boy and the audience, the hair-fringed cleft of her sex, the groove between her buttocks, the dark knot of her anus. The audience gasps as she reaches back with her hands to pull her buttocks apart.

The boy approaches the kneeling girl. He gets down behind her, his knees on the floor, his hands reaching out to grasp her hips. Then he moves back and he presses his face against her ass, his mouth in the crack, his tongue visible as it licks up and down in the groove between the two globes. He pulls back. He takes hold of his penis and he directs the tip to the dark anus. He pushes forward. The girl groans. He continues pushing forward.

Laura’s heart pounds as she watches it. She stares at the stage with fascination as the boy’s penis enters the girl’s anus. The girl squirms and groans, her hands gripping the hassock more tightly. Her eyes are closed, her mouth open. The boy pushes forward, his buttocks flexing as he slowly drives all of his penis into the girl’s back passage. Then he pulls back, all the way back, the visible shaft of his cock glistening with an oil no doubt already introduced beforehand into the girl’s rectum, her passage oiled to make ready for the penetration.

He pushes forward again, with more force this time. The girl cries out, but it’s a moan of pleasure rather than of pain. The penis slides in and out now, a smooth sliding in the stretched anus, the boy holding the girl’s hips as he pummels the girl’s ass with his belly.

He pounds her, gripping her hips with his hands, slamming into her one last time and then squirming as he comes in her rectum.

Olivia leans close to Laura and whispers in her ear: “Dear God, enough! Come with me, darling.”

She leads Laura out of the crowded room. Still dazed by the performance on the stage, Laura follows her through the door and into the corridor.

Olivia says: “Did that excite you?”

“Yes.”

Olivia smiles. “I thought it would. Come on, let’s find a bed somewhere. You want to, don’t you?”

Laura says nothing, but she walks with Olivia. She doesn’t mind it when Olivia puts an arm around her waist and then drops the hand to her ass. Olivia pats Laura’s ass affectionately. The older woman opens one door after another until she finds what she wants: a small empty bedroom.

“This looks comfy.”

She hurries Laura inside the room and she closes the door. It’s a square bedroom, sparsely furnished but with a degree of taste. Olivia closes the blinds, and then she turns the lights down. She takes Laura in her arms and she kisses her full on the mouth.

“Madeleine says you’re very passionate. Is it true?”

Laura blushes. “I don’t know. I–”

“Don’t be shy, darling. Madeleine is a good friend of mine and I know all about you. You’re going to give me a good suck-off, aren’t you? That Chinese couple did it for me tonight. Sometimes the show is boring, but not this one. Didn’t you find it exciting? The way he buggered her! If you like that, I’ll get my husband to do it to you later on. Come on, cutie, help me get out of this dress.”

Laura helps her undress. When the top of Olivia’s dress comes down, her big breasts bounce into the open, the swaying globes fascinating Laura. The tips of the nipples are small, but the pink halos are huge.

Before long Olivia is naked except for her stockings. She keeps these on, asking Laura to confirm that they make her look sexy, turning her body from one side to the other as she looks at herself in the full-length mirror near the small wickerwork dressing table.

Then Olivia helps Laura undress, and soon both women are naked, Olivia boldly fondling Laura’s breasts and ass, laughing as she fingers Laura’s nipples.

The blonde moves her hands to her own breasts, lifting the globes and pulling at the nipples with her fingers. “Take one in your mouth, honey. I do like it when they’re sucked.”

Laura does it. She bends her head to take a fat breast in her mouth. Before long she pushes Olivia’s hands away and she holds the breast herself. The taste and feel of the woman’s breast- flesh in her mouth excites her. She smells Olivia’s perfume, and a hint of a richer smell wafting up from Olivia’s sex.

Olivia urges Laura to the bed and they tumble down on it in each other’s arms. Olivia giggles with happiness as she lies back and pulls her knees up and apart with her hands. “Go on, darling. Suck me off, won’t you? Madeleine says you’re an angel when you do it.”

Laura doesn’t care. She’s too excited now to be concerned about how Madeleine speaks of her. She gazes with lust at the full- lipped blond sex the woman offers her. Olivia’s thighs are full, the hairy gap between them a treat to look at. Laura hurries to the offering. She kisses the insides of Olivia’s plump thighs, and then she dips her head to make a feast of Olivia’s wet sex.

The instant Laura’s mouth touches her slit, Olivia closes her thighs around Laura’s head and she begins rocking her hips up and down. Olivia groans: “Oh yes, come on! What a lovely bitch! Oh yes! Oh yes!”

Her ears covered by Olivia’s thighs, Laura hardly hears anything. She’s not listening anyway. She fills her mouth with Olivia’s sex, gorging herself on the soft wet flesh, not caring any more that the life she had before Hong Kong is now meaningless.

Chapter Nine.

When Olivia comes out of the bathroom, she smiles at Laura and then she turns to find her clothes. “That was lovely,” Olivia says. “Delicious, wasn’t it?”

Laura sees Olivia beginning to dress, and she decides it’s what she ought to do also. She ought to get back to the party. She’s now worried that Madeleine may be annoyed with her for leaving the crowded ballroom. But Madeleine wanted it, didn’t she? She did tell her to be accommodating to her friends.

When Laura rises from the bed, Olivia stops her. “No, stay there and wait for me, darling. Just stay as you are. I’m only going out to get my husband and I’ll be right back.”

Her husband? Laura says nothing. She drops back on the pillows again with a sigh. She wonders if she’s had too much wine. But she remembers she’s had hardly anything, no more than a few sips of champagne.

Olivia says: “Really, darling, he’s great fun. I’ll be back with him in a moment and we’ll have a private little party here.”

Laura considers the prospect with reluctance, but she does want a man for a change. Romping with Olivia was delightful, but a penis has certain advantages.

She lies down on the bed again and she watches as Olivia finishes dressing. The blonde is certainly attractive for her age, and now that Laura knows what Olivia looks like without clothes, Olivia appeals to her more than ever. Those breasts! Laura wonders if she’s turning into a lesbian. First Madeleine and now Olivia. She remembers Madeleine calling her by that French name. She tries to think of it, but she can’t remember the French word.

Olivia says: “I love these parties. If it weren’t for these parties, I’d pull Henry out of Hong Kong and take him back to Los Angeles.”

And then Olivia leaves and Laura is alone. She lies on the bed in a dreamy state, happy at the pleasure she’s had but not yet satiated. She turns from side to side, restless, uncertain of what she wants. She slides a hand down to her belly, then past it to tickle her clitoris. She wonders if she ought to masturbate. She decides against it. It’s better to wait for Olivia and her husband.

Where is Madeleine at this moment?

She wonders what Madeleine is doing at the party. Has Madeleine found someone else? Laura feels a quiver of jealousy. She does adore Madeleine. Madeleine has captivated her completely.

The door opens and Olivia enters with a man.

Olivia’s husband is fifty, a pleasant-looking man with a round pink face. His eyes light up when he sees Laura naked on the bed.

Olivia says: “Isn’t she pretty, Henry? I told you she was, didn’t I?”

“She’s a beauty,” Henry says. “Oh yes, she’s a beauty.”

Laura blushes, aware that she’s naked while the others are fully dressed. She blushes under Henry’s gaze. But in a moment both Henry and Olivia are busy undressing, not looking at her any longer, and she watches them with a growing interest.

Her interest is in Henry now. When he’s naked, he shows a long dangling penis and a low-hanging scrotum. He takes his penis in his hand and he quickly strokes it to a respectable erection that excites Laura.

Olivia climbs onto the bed and she tells Laura to get between her knees and suck her sex. “I haven’t had enough of you yet.”

Laura does what Olivia wants. She kneels between Olivia’s spread thighs, her face down against Olivia’s hairy cleft, her buttocks raised provocatively in front of Henry.

Once again she loses herself in the rich swamp of Olivia’s sex, her nose rubbing the clitoris, her mouth sucking at the fat lips, her tongue foraging in the gaping hole.

Olivia groans as she pulls her knees back. “My God, she’s good at that.”

Henry climbs onto the bed, and in a moment Laura feels him behind her. She feels his hands stroking her ass, his fingers tickling her cleft.

Olivia says: “Go on, get it into her, Henry.”

The blonde pulls Laura’s face more firmly against her sex as Henry guides his penis inside Laura’s waiting vagina.

Laura adores it. She hasn’t ever done anything like this before. She’s thrilled by the smell and taste of a ripe cunt in her mouth while a sturdy cock stretches her vaginal tunnel.

Henry begins moving, thrusting vigorously in her sex, most definitely in fine form for a man his age. Olivia makes noises of pleasure as Laura sucks her clitoris.

Then Henry suddenly pulls his penis out of Laura’s sex and he moves the tip up to her anus.

She freezes, afraid he might hurt her.

But as the glans pushes inside her, she realizes she’s taking it without any difficulty. She relaxes again and she returns to sucking Olivia as Henry slides his penis deep inside her rectum. He grunts with pleasure as he begins his movements in her back passage.

Olivia says: “How is she, Henry?”

“She’s beautiful.”

Before long Olivia reaches her crisis, tossing her head from side to side as Laura sucks her clitoris.

Henry begins spurting inside Laura’s bowels, and when she feels the new wetness in her rectum she has a strong orgasm. She closes her sphincter on the squirting cock, thrilled as she pictures her passage milking the male organ.

When it’s finished, they collapse on the bed together.

Dreamy again, Laura lies between them as they stroke her body with their hands.

* * *

Later, in the large room, she stands with a glass of champagne in one hand.

The crowd has altered its mood. The groups and clusters of people have become larger, and here and there a spectacle seems in progress, a girl undressing, or a girl doing something to a man, or a man openly fondling a woman. There is no longer any pretense of an ordinary party.

No one seems to pay any attention to Laura. She understands where she is now. She understands the raison d’etre of this house. She understands who these people are and it thrills her that she’s among them.

As she wonders what to do next, whether or not to join one of the groups, Madeleine suddenly appears and says, “Darling, I’ve looked all over for you. You naughty girl, where have you been?”

Happy to see Madeleine again, Laura blushes and says: “I’ve been meeting some of your friends.”

“Oh?”

“A man named Gordon, and a woman named Olivia. And Olivia’s husband.”

Madeleine seems amused. “Yes, I know them. What did you do with them?”

Laura blushes and turns away. “Nothing, really.”

Madeleine laughs. “Darling, I know these people well enough to know that’s not true. Everyone knows what Gordon does with his women. And Olivia. Dear Olivia. I’m sure she had a fine time with you. She did, didn’t she?”

And so Laura tells all. She can’t keep things from Madeleine. Not from Madeleine. Madeleine listens and smiles and seems totally unsurprised how her friends made use of Laura’s passionate nature.

“You adored it, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Laura says.

“Come with me now.”

Madeleine takes her hand, and Laura lowers her eyes as they pass through the crowd. She does not want to look at anyone now. She does not want anyone to see her led along by Madeleine as though she were a puppy.

Madeleine leads her across the large room to a couple standing near one of the French windows. “This is Laura,” Madeleine says.

Their names are George and Phoebe, and Laura soon learns both are British and have lived in Hong Kong for many years. Phoebe is a small dark-haired woman whose eyes inspect Laura with an unsettling avidity.

What does she want with me? Laura thinks. She notices that Phoebe carries a purse too large for evening wear. Gauche, isn’t it? Laura wonders what the purse contains.

She feels uncomfortable under Phoebe’s gaze. The woman has a haughty, almost cruel look about her.

Madeleine talks to Phoebe as if Laura is not present. “She’s from New York,” Madeleine says. “Li Wu brought her to me, and she’s been with me ever since. Don’t you think she’s pretty?”

“Yes, I should say so. I wish I had her height. You do like the tall ones, don’t you?”

“I like the lines, yes.”

“How tall is she?”

“She’s five-ten in heels.”

“Pretty tits?”

Madeleine laughs. “What do you think?”

“I know you well enough.”

“What do you say then?”

“George?”

“I’ll just watch, if you don’t mind.”

“Not up to it, George?”

“I’m a bit drained.”

Phoebe snickers. “Poor George.”

“Let’s get on with it,” Madeleine says.

The Frenchwoman leads all of them out of the crowded room and up the wide stairs to the second floor of the mansion.

Before long Madeleine finds what she’s looking for, one of the larger bedrooms, comfortably furnished and not in use at the moment.

As soon as the door is closed, Madeleine turns to Laura and she says: “I’ll help you undress, darling. They want to see what you look like.”

Flustered, embarrassed, Laura allows Madeleine to undress her while Phoebe and George watch them. George has taken a chair, but Phoebe stands with her purse in her hands, her eyes fixed on Laura.

Madeleine kisses the side of Laura’s neck as she pulls the front of Laura’s dress down to expose Laura’s breasts. The Frenchwoman fondles her breasts a moment, squeezing them affectionately, pulling at the nipples, and then she slides her hands away and she finishes removing Laura’s dress.

Laura now wears only her shoes and stockings.

“Leave those on,” Phoebe says.

“You’re depraved, darling.”

“Quite,” Phoebe says.

“Well, what do you think of her?”

“She looks interesting.”

“George?”

“She’s lovely.”

Madeleine seems pleased. As she stands beside Laura, she passes an arm around Laura’s waist and she drops her hand down to caress Laura’s ass.

“Good.”

Phoebe says: “I’d like to whip her first.”

“That’s a bother.”

“Only with a belt. I’m sure you can find something in one of the closets.”

“Oh, all right.”

Laura is petrified as she listens to them. But she doesn’t protest. She remains rooted to the floor as Madeleine leaves her to search inside one of the large closets. The Frenchwoman finally brings out a thin leather belt and she holds it up so Phoebe can see it.

“I suppose you can use this.”

“Yes, that’s fine. Over there at that bench. Have her bend over the bench for it.”

Laura trembles as Madeleine takes her hand and leads her to the small upholstered bench in front of the dressing table. If Madeleine senses the state Laura is in, she pays no attention to it.

“Bend over the bench, darling.”

Laura does it. She’s fearful, but she’s unwilling to disobey Madeleine, unwilling to lose Madeleine’s love. She also feels a strange excitement at the idea that a total stranger like Phoebe is about to whip her. She bends over the bench, her hands gripping it, her head hanging over the far side. She trembles and she waits.

After placing her purse on the bed, Phoebe takes the leather strap in her hands and she begins. She stands behind Laura’s bent body, raises her arm and slashes the belt across Laura’s ass.

Laura cries out at the stinging pain.

Madeleine tells Laura not to move. “Be brave, darling.”

Phoebe strikes her again. The brunette’s eyes are bright, her face flushed. She lashes the belt again and again across Laura’s upturned ass.

“That’s enough,” Madeleine says. “I don’t want her marked.”

Laura groans as Madeleine helps her to rise off the bench. The Frenchwoman kisses Laura’s mouth as her hand slides between Laura’s thighs to find her sex. Madeleine’s fingers manipulate Laura’s clitoris as she whispers into Laura’s ear: “Come on my hand, darling. I know you want it. The whipping excited you, didn’t it?”

Laura shudders and she comes immediately on Madeleine’s massaging fingers.

Phoebe laughs. “So she liked it, did she?”

Embarrassed by her display, Laura closes her eyes.

Madeleine now leads her to the bed, whispering in her ear, telling her to kneel on the bed in a wanton pose. “Show them everything,” Madeleine whispers.

Thankful to have her face turned away from the others, Laura kneels on the bed with her knees apart and her head resting on her forearms. She knows what they see. She feels the excitement of exhibiting herself, everything exposed, revealed, even the wetness of her sex no doubt visible to them.

Phoebe undresses. Madeleine has moved to stand beside George, and now she watches Phoebe with curiosity. The small dark-haired woman peels her clothes away to reveal a slender body, small breasts and a hairless mound that makes her look adolescent.

When she’s naked, Phoebe goes to her purse and she brings out a rather large dildo to which are attached straps to hold it in place on the body. As Laura turns to look at Phoebe over her shoulder, she sees the dildo and she feels a quiver of excitement in her belly.

Phoebe smiles at Laura. “Do you want it, love?”

Laura says nothing. She turns her head back to rest it on her arms. It’s for Madeleine, she thinks. It’s what Madeleine wants, and because of that she wants it too.

After Phoebe dons the dildo, fastening the straps, tightening them, the artificial phallus stands out in front of her like a real penis.

“I’d like to bugger her. You don’t mind, do you? She’s had it before anyway. I can tell by looking at the hole that she’s had it before.”

Madeleine sighs. “Very well, but you’d better use something to avoid hurting her.”

“This isn’t that big.”

“Darling, it’s big enough. I think there’s a lotion on the dressing table.”

Madeleine finds the bottle of lotion on the dressing table and she moves to the bed with it. She passes her hand between Laura’s thighs to pat the hairy bulge of Laura’s sex, and then she pours some of the lotion into the groove between Laura’s buttocks.

Laura trembles as she feels Madeleine’s fingers pushing the lotion inside the elastic ring of her anus. She ought to be afraid, but she isn’t. Not really. And she knows how strange that is because she suspects Phoebe wants to hurt her. Phoebe hates her, doesn’t she? Does Phoebe hate her because she belongs to Madeleine?

Madeleine caresses Laura and reassures her. “Try to enjoy it, darling.”

After Madeleine leaves Laura to return to George, Phoebe approaches the bed behind Laura and she strokes Laura’s ass. “She’s lovely,” Phoebe says. She fondles Laura’s body with one hand as she moves the tip of the dildo to its target.

Laura trembles as she feels the phallus pushing inside her anus, pushing forward, so much like a real penis that she imagines Phoebe is a man.

“She’s easy,” Phoebe says with amusement. “She’s quite easy.”

Laura groans. She feels the stretching now, the relentless invasion of her back passage by the dildo, the sliding movements as Phoebe begins to take her. The lotion has prepared the channel, and before long Phoebe clutches Laura’s hips as she slides the phallus in and out with a practiced ease. “She’s a darling,” Phoebe says.

Laura comes again and again as the brunette ravages her back passage. The orgasms are intense, causing her to cry out, causing her body to shake to and fro. When she looks at Madeleine and George, she sees that Madeleine has George’s cock in her hand, her fingers rapidly stroking the turgid organ. George suddenly grunts, and a moment later he throws his head back as Madeleine’s hand brings the sperm jetting out of his penis.

Laura comes again, and when Phoebe finally pulls the dildo out of her rectum, she falls forward onto the counterpane exhausted.

Chapter Ten.

During the days and weeks following the party, Laura meets Madeleine’s other friends in Hong Kong and Kowloon. Madeleine has lived in the Colony nearly twenty years and she knows a great many people, most of them rich, many of them important government officials or members of foreign legations.

On occasion Laura is aware that when certain women meet her, the women are envious of Madeleine. Oh, she’s pretty, they say. Where did you ever find her? Laura blushes as they look at her. Whatever aplomb she had before she came to Hong Kong seems to have flown away. She’s always unsure of herself with these women, turning her eyes away, unwilling to look at them, as if looking at them will reveal her most intimate thoughts, her secrets, the frenzied lovemaking with Madeleine and with other people.

Don’t look at them, Laura thinks. It’s always better not to look at them. Let them look at you, but don’t look at them in return.

One evening Madeleine takes Laura to a small dinner party in a fine house on the island. Bejewelled women and men in evening dress are seated around a long table. The host and hostess occupy each end of the table, and the guests form two rows along the sides.

At odd moments, one or the other person stares at Laura with interest. People talk, they stop talking, they look at Laura, they start talking again. Madeleine seems to know most of the people quite well.

After the dinner is finished, they all gather in the drawing room. And there the talking goes on, the chattering, the voices rising and falling as the smoke from the cigars of the men curls to the high ceiling.

Madeleine whispers to Laura: “Stand up, darling.”

Laura stands, and immediately all the talking stops, and now all eyes are upon her, the eyes inquisitive, expectant.

Madeleine leads Laura to a carved Louis XIV chair. She makes her stand behind it and she whispers to Laura to lean forward and grasp the arms of the chair in her hands. Laura does what Madeleine wants. She bends forward over the back of the chair, bending enough to take hold of the arms with her hands.

Then Laura trembles as she feels Madeleine raising her dress in back, the black silk dress that Madeleine chose for her earlier in the evening. Madeleine raises the dress to Laura’s hips, exposing her thighs and ass, the garter straps that hold up the sheer black stockings she wears, the rounds of her buttocks not covered by anything, no panties, the split between the hairy lips of her sex, all visible to the people in the drawing room. One of the women titters, a gay sound of amusement. Then silence again.

Laura feels the heat in her face. Madeleine tickles her, tickling fingers passing over the slit of her sex and then sliding upward to tickle the outside of her anus. “Open your legs, darling. Move them apart and bend your back a bit more.”

Laura does it. She hears a murmuring among the people in the drawing room. She wonders if they think she’s pretty. Do they like what they see of her now?

Someone says: “Pierre, where’s that riding crop?”

A leather riding crop appears from somewhere, no doubt brought from the Polo Club in a Bentley.

Madeleine wants Laura’s legs moved even further apart. Laura’s high heels make it difficult, but she manages to achieve the stance that Madeleine wants.

Madeleine runs a hand over Laura’s ass. Whatever marks her buttocks have borne in the past are all gone now. The skin is unblemished and as smooth as ivory. Her fingers touching Laura’s sex again, Madeleine tickles the cleft to warm it. She whispers in Laura’s ear. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yes.”

Now the people behind them are murmuring again. The women seem to be bickering about the riding crop, an unsettled dispute over who will use the crop first.

Laura waits. She keeps her eyes closed. The front part of her body is fully supported by her hands on the arms of the chair and she feels no discomfort in the position.

Then finally one woman rises, the riding crop in her hand, and she comes forward. She’s about thirty, a thin blonde with heavily painted lips.

As Madeleine steps aside, the blonde moves behind Laura. Her face flushed, the blonde raises the crop and she brings it down smartly on Laura’s exposed ass.

Laura moans.

Someone in the group titters again.

The blonde strikes Laura again. And then a second time.

Each time Laura moans as she feels the leather whipping her buttocks.

But after delivering only three blows with the riding crop, the blonde is replaced by another woman, an older woman, buxom, a plump arm rising and then falling as the crop comes down on Laura’s flesh.

Five women in all, all the guests at dinner except Madeleine and Laura, and then finally the hostess tittering as she takes the riding crop to add her blows to the others.

Welts have appeared on Laura’s buttocks, blue and dark red streaks across the white skin. Her eyes are still closed, her lips pressed tightly together. But she doesn’t sob. She refuses to sob. She remembers that Madeleine told her not to cry too much.

The whipping by the women has ended and now the men are rising. They approach her one at a time, the others chuckling, murmuring in the background. The first man passes both hands over Laura’s ass, and then he pries the cheeks apart to more fully expose her sex.

He pulls his hands away, removes his jacket and slips his braces off his shoulders. After he drops his trousers to his ankles, he brings out his penis in his hand.

She holds still under his gaze, trembling, her eyes closed. She waits. In a moment the waiting is finished and she feels the tip of his penis pushing at her sex. He grunts. He pushes in. The cock fills her vaginal passage and he begins thrusting immediately.

Laura hears his voice in the midst of the grunting.

“Jolly good. Jolly good bum she has. Taking it, isn’t she?”

After a dozen more thrusts, he empties his balls in her sex. She feels the wetness, but her channel has hardly been stretched by his visit.

They take her one after the other, four more men and then the host. This last one smears the sperm of the others over his penis before he pushes inside her. He has a large cock, and she cries out now for the first time.

As he finishes, thrusting deeply in her vagina, she hears him muttering something about the girls in Singapore.

* * *

At another time, in another room, a smartly dressed Italian woman stands in a drawing room wearing black, a black pill-box hat, short black gloves, a black suede jacket now unbuttoned and open enough in front to show the low-cut black brassiere that supports her breasts, the two globes bulging over the open-work black lace rim of the bra, a short black suede skirt that she raised a moment ago to reveal the black garter straps that hold up her stockings.

Laura sits alone on a sofa as she looks at the woman. Madeleine is gone, finished her tea and then left her with this dark-haired woman who calls herself Franca.

Still holding up her short dress, Franca casually scratches her thigh with a lacquered red fingernail and says: “Are you any good?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“I know Madeleine says you are, but I’m warning you I don’t like it when it’s done without enthusiasm. All right, come on then. Let’s find out if you’re any good.”

* * *

In another room, a large bedroom furnished with brown fur and beige velvet, Franca has now assumed an extraordinary position on the rug near one of the large windows. She squats on her high- heeled sandals, the suede skirt pulled back so that everything below her waist is revealed, the buttocks bare of panties, the buttocks resting on the bare heels exposed by the open sandals, the dark-haired sex gaping enough so the red interior of the slit is visible, even the long clitoris at the apex of the slit clearly exposed. Her head is bent, the small black hat removed, her eyes hidden as her loosened hair falls forward over her face.

Now she looks up to where Laura is sitting on the edge of the bed wearing only a cache-sexe.

Franca says: “Now do you see what I want?”

Puzzled, Laura shakes her head. “No.”

“You fool, it’s obvious. There’s just enough space here under my ass to put your head. Now hurry before I become angry at you.”

* * *

Later the position is repeated. This time Franca is naked, all her clothes removed, her elbows resting on a low table as she squats over Laura’s face. Laura lies on her back on the rug, her head under Franca’s buttocks, her tongue extended as she licks the hairy tract between Franca’s sex and anus. The Italian woman’s sex has dripped enough so that Laura’s face is wet, her mouth glistening from the occasional moment when Franca decides to lower herself to make firm contact with Laura’s lips.

But now Franca’s ass is raised again, and as she bends her head to look down at Laura, she shifts her hips forward to position the smaller orifice over the moving pink tongue.

“There too,” Franca says. “You didn’t do that before and Madeleine promised me you would do it.”

The Italian woman groans as the tongue moves back and forth over the dark ring. She slides a hand down to her clitoris and she climaxes immediately, gasping as she settles her anus on Laura’s mouth.

“Dolce, dolce!”

* * *

Any one of several tunnels can be used to travel between Kowloon and the island of Hong Kong. One day Madeleine takes Laura to the southern part of the island, to the house of a British businessman who finds living in Hong Kong more interesting than living in London. Madeleine does not remain long. The arrangement is that Madeleine will stay with Burton Jameson for the entire weekend.

“Never like to do things in a rush,” Burton says.

After Madeleine leaves, he shows Laura the estate, the sprawling house, the fine beach, his white boat that he likes to keep tidy and freshly painted.

In the evening in his bedroom, Laura sits on the bed to take his penis in her mouth as he stands in front of her. She can’t recall ever knowing such a large cock, such girth and length, the glans almost too big to fit in her mouth, his testicles like a pair of large plums in a sac covered with fine blond hair.

“You might do better than that,” Burton says.

But when she tries, she gags, and Burton laughs and relents and allows her to carry on as she wishes. He puts one hand on her head as she moves her mouth back and forth on the front part of his huge cock. She holds the hairy sac in one hand, excited by the size and weight of his testicles, wondering if the quantity of sperm she’ll receive will match their appearance.

Madeleine assured her that Burton Jameson wanted only her mouth. “He’s like Gordon,” Madeleine said. “You remember Gordon, don’t you?”

Gordon at that first party. Yes, she does remember Gordon. But Burton Jameson’s penis is enough for two Gordon’s. She moves her mouth as much as she can, her lips sliding forward over the fat glans and then backward again. She rolls his balls with her fingers to coax his emission. He mutters something as his penis swells. Is it the accent of a Scot? An instant later his penis erupts, a clot of sperm shooting out of the tip to strike the back of her throat. Then another and another, the male essence sliding down her gullet and causing a thrill in her belly.

* * *

Later, after a suitable rest, Burton Jameson wants her again. It’s after dinner now, and on the bamboo terrace she bends over his lap with his penis in her mouth. She suspects the houseboy watches it, but she doesn’t care. Burton Jameson’s robe is open, the sac that holds his balls dangling over the edge of the chair. She curls her fingers around the massive shaft and she begins pumping it up and down. Her eyes are closed. Saliva drips from her mouth to stream down the shaft to his testicles. As he moves a hand to her head to fondle her, she increases the pace with which her hand pumps the cylinder of flesh. The hand moves faster and faster as her mouth retreats to cover only the tip of the penis.

Burton Jameson grunts as he comes. She keeps her lips pursed over the very tip of his penis as she takes the forceful jetting of sperm. She sucks at the spouting, swallowing what he gives her.

“Lord, you’re a good one,” he says. “I haven’t had one as nice in ages.”

* * *

“Turn,” Madeleine says.

She’s with Madeleine and a man in an elegant sitting room near the French Embassy. Madeleine and the man are seated, and she stands not far away wearing a grey peignoir transparent enough to show the underwear beneath it.

She turns. She does a model’s turn, a complete circle, the hem of the peignoir flaring out precisely as it should, Madeleine and the man watching her, Madeleine smiling.

“Isn’t she lovely?” Madeleine says.

The man says nothing. He’s about forty, Brazilian, thin-face, ascetic-looking.

Laura removes the peignoir and she drapes it over the back of a nearby chair. Now she wears nothing but the violet undies, a bra and panties, garters and purple nylons, lavender pumps that Madeleine insisted were perfect.

“What do you think?” Madeleine says.

The man nods. “Very nice.”

Laura sits down in the easy chair opposite them. She takes up her drink and she sips it. She slowly opens her legs to show the bulge of her mons through the sheer panties.

* * *

Some time has passed and she’s on her feet again. Now she wears only the garter belt and the shoes and stockings. Her breasts swing gently as she moves her body, the tips erect, carefully rouged with a coloring that seems natural. As she faces them, she raises her hands to her head to show her shaved armpits. Keeping her hands on her head, she turns her body to offer a rear view, her ass neatly framed by the purple garter belt and tight purple nylons. When she faces them again, she drops her hands to take hold of her breasts and lift them. As she looks at them, she gently pulls at her nipples with her fingers.

* * *

She’s on his lap now. Madeleine has left them. Laura sits on his lap with her legs spread, her nylon-clad legs moved far enough apart to expose her sex to his eyes. With her left arm draped around his neck, she takes his hand with her right hand and she pulls his hand between her open thighs. His fingers crawl into the bush that covers her sex, his fingers tickling, probing, finding her clitoris and rubbing it as she kisses his cheek.

* * *

Both naked, they stand in the center of the room, the man behind her, his belly pressed against her ass, his arms around the front of her body and his hands cupping her breasts. She leans her head back, her mouth open, her eyes closed, her ass rubbing against the stalk of the penis now pushing between her buttocks.

Later, on a bed, she lies with her legs raised and open, her hands holding her knees as he bends forward to lick up and down her slit with a slow and fluttering movement of his thick tongue.

She cranes her neck to watch it. She watches the pink tongue as it glides back and forth over the rigid stalk of her clitoris.

* * *

In a darkened room somewhere, she’s on all fours on the floor, now wearing opaque black, a black garter belt, black panties, opaque black stockings. Her breasts dangle as she crawls. Behind her is a man with a short whip, following her as she crawls forward, striking her now across her buttocks, lashing her again and again as she crawls, as she crawls forward. He follows her, raises the whip and strikes her again.

* * *

In another room, dark drapes in the background, she kneels with the upper part of her body vertical. She’s dressed as before, but now the shoes have extremely high and pointed heels. She wears a leather collar around her neck, and attached to the collar is a leather leash whose end is in the hand of a man. He’s a man of sixty or so, white hair, a large white moustache and a pink face. He’s completely naked, a long penis dangling over his loose testicles. He holds the leash in one hand, and now in the other hand he reveals a cat-o’-nine-tails. He pulls at the leash with one hand and he raises the whip with the other hand. He whips her as he pulls at the leash. Her mouth open, she groans. She throws her head back and she groans again.

* * *

“I’m fatigued,” Madeleine says.

She stands near Laura, her eyes vacant as Laura bends her head to kiss her hand. Laura sits on a chair with her lips pressed against Madeleine’s perfumed fingers. Madeleine looks down at Laura’s bent head. “Do you love me?”

“Yes,” Laura says.

* * *

In Madeleine’s bedroom, Madeleine is half-reclined against the headboard of the bed, half-dressed, her breasts and sex exposed. She takes hold of her breasts, holds them in her hands as she opens her knees to expose her belly further. “Come here,” she says. “Come here and do it to me. I want you to suck me. Come to me, darling. Fuck me with your tongue.”

Naked, Laura climbs onto the bed to do what Madeleine wants. She lowers her face to Madeleine’s belly, kisses the hair, extends her tongue to lick at the slit.

Madeleine sighs as she closes her legs around Laura’s head. She continues holding her breasts, pulling at her nipples as Laura’s lips pull at her clitoris.

Then Madeleine comes, and Laura opens her mouth wide to engulf all of the wet flesh.

Chapter Eleven.

One day Madeleine and Laura drive to the western tip of the island, to a large white house owned by a German businessman and his wife. The Doerners greet them with smiles and have cool drinks served on the terrace. “How nice that you’ve come,” Marthe Doerner says.

Gustav is a tall distinguished-looking man with white hair and a fleshy sun-browned face. Marthe is much younger, certainly less than forty, a blonde with a tanned athletic body and a pleasant smile.

Sipping their drinks, the four people sit on the terrace and watch the sailboats.

Laura wears white today, a white summer dress with thin shoulder straps, the skirt narrow and tight and slit up both sides like a cheongsam.

Before long Madeleine rises to say goodby. She kisses Laura’s cheek, and then she shakes the hands of the Doerners. They all walk to the front part of house to see Madeleine off in her little car.

Laura says nothing as she watches Madeleine drive off. She feels uncertain again. She always feels uncertain when Madeleine leaves her like this.

She returns with the Doerners to the large living room, and after they sit down tea is served by a wizened Chinese butler.

“We never stay more than three months,” Marthe says. “After three months we always want to get back to Hamburg. Isn’t that so, Gustav?”

Laura thinks they seem pleasant enough. She wonders about Marthe, about her age and appearance. Is her hair bleached? No, maybe not. She’s a true blonde, but of a darker type than usual. And why is Gustav’s hair so white? Has it been like that a long time? One can never tell about people, can one?

“Where are you from?” Marthe says.

“New York.”

“Oh, I adore New York. When were we there, Gustav? Was it three years ago? Is it four years? The time passes so quickly, doesn’t it?”

Gustav says: “In many ways New York is like Hamburg. It’s by the sea and the people are from everywhere.”

Marthe laughs. “No, I think in Hamburg nearly all the people are Germans.”

* * *

In the evening they have an intimate dinner in a room with wide windows that overlook the beach. The sun has already gone down, but an orange glow is still visible in the western sky.

Laura has changed her clothes, choosing a black evening dress that she brought with her from Kowloon. Marthe wears a red silk dress with a lovely embroidered collar.

Laura thinks Marthe is beautiful. The blonde’s hair and eyes and face are striking. No wonder Gustav always looks at his wife with such devotion. Gustav is affable and extremely Continental, extremely polite.

After dinner they have drinks on the terrace again. When they return indoors, Gustav brings out some old dance records and he stacks them on the stereo. Marthe leaves them a moment, and Gustav asks Laura to dance with him.

“I love this old music,” Gustav says. “It makes me remember things.”

They dance. Before long Gustav is holding her close enough so their bellies are touching and the sexual tension increases.

“You have an attractive body,” Gustav says. “When I watched you climb out of the car, the first thing I reacted to was your legs. I like women with pretty legs. And of course yours are exquisite.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you like Marthe?”

“She’s very beautiful.”

“Yes, she is, isn’t she?”

He holds her tightly in his arms, and then suddenly he kisses her, his lips pressing against her mouth as they stop moving and remain motionless in the center of the room.

Laura yields. She opens her mouth when his tongue pushes against her lips. She moans softly as he passes his hands over her body. He touches her breasts, only a light caress of the contours through the front of her dress, and then his hands slide around her waist and down to her buttocks. He holds each globe in a hand as he pulls her more tightly against him. “You’ve excited me,” he says. “Can’t you feel it?”

He pulls at one of her hands, and he brings it to the front of his trousers to press it against the evidence of his arousal.

She holds his penis through the cloth, squeezing it, feeling the heat of it with her fingers.

And then Marthe returns.

The blonde laughs. “What’s this? Have we become lovers?”

Laura tries to pull away from Gustav, but although Gustav allows it, Marthe objects. “No, no, go on. You mustn’t mind me. Go on, Gustav, take her in your arms again.”

Once again, Gustav’s arms enfold Laura, and once again he moves one of her hands to his penis.

She fondles him. She doesn’t care that Marthe watches them. Having the man’s wife watch it makes it more exciting. After glancing at Marthe again, she slowly unzips the front of Gustav’s trousers and she pulls the tube of his penis out of the opening. She looks down at it as she holds it in her hand. The hot flesh of a cock always excites her. Supporting it on her palm, she uses her fingers to carefully push back the foreskin to expose the pink glans. The tip is wet, already dripping on her hand, the shaft long and pink and deliciously hot.

Marthe laughs again. “She likes it, Gustav. Do you see how much she likes it? Why don’t you make her suck it. Let me see how she looks with that sausage in her mouth.”

Gustav leads Laura to the sofa and he makes her sit down. He stands there in front of her with his cock dangling out of the opening in his trousers, and of course she knows what they want from her. As he leans forward to slide one of his hands inside the front of her dress, she takes hold of his penis and she strokes it.

“Go on, take it in your mouth,” Marthe says. She’s in a chair now, sitting in an armchair not far away, her eyes on her husband and Laura.

Gustav squeezes one of Laura’s breasts, his fingers pinching the nipple. Then he pulls the breast out of the top of her dress and he tilts his head to the side to look at it.

Laura thinks of Madeleine. The Frenchwoman likes to do the same thing. She likes to pull Laura’s breasts out of her dress and look at them while they have dinner together. She began doing that after Laura told her how Wu liked it also. Laura wonders when she’ll see Madeleine again.

Then she leans forward to take Gustav’s penis in her mouth and suck it.

She sucks the tip, and then she moves her head forward to take more and more of the pink cock in her mouth. Then she moves her head back. And forward again. Her lips slide back and forth over the cylinder of flesh.

Martha says: “How is it, Gustav?”

“She’s clever enough.”

Laura doesn’t mind how they talk. All she thinks of now is the cock in her mouth, the penis now slick with her saliva, the taste of the fat glans, the bulb now more swollen than before. She keeps her head moving, her lips sliding back and forth on the warm stalk.

Gustav has pulled both her breasts out of her dress, and his fingers tug at her nipples as she sucks his penis. She keeps her eyes closed. She takes him more deeply now, the glans touching the back of her throat each time she moves her head forward.

Marthe laughs. “She sucks like one of your Hamburg girls.”

“Yes.”

“I want to see her naked. Tell her to get her clothes off.”

Gustav immediately pulls his penis out of Laura’s mouth. “Yes, it would be better if you were naked.”

Marthe says: “Undress, darling. We want to see more than those pretty tits, you know.”

Her face flushed, her lips wet and slightly swollen from the sucking of Gustav’s penis, Laura rises from the sofa to undress for them.

She wonders where Madeleine is. Is Madeleine at home this evening? Maybe the maid is drawing Madeleine’s bath while Madeleine sits in front of her dressing table.

The dress comes off easily. It’s merely a matter of slipping the straps off her shoulders and then pushing it down past her hips. After that it falls by itself to her feet, and she steps out of it as gracefully as she can. Now she’s wearing only her high- heeled pumps and flesh-colored pantyhose. She glances at Marthe and she quivers as she sees the interest in Marthe’s eyes. So that’s how it is. Continuing to undress, she slips the shoes off, and then she peels the nylon tights down her legs and off her feet. After that she slips her feet into the pumps again, rising on the high heels and then glancing at Marthe again.

Yes, Marthe is definitely interested.

Laura yearns to suck the blonde’s cleft, and now she’s happy because she understands the yearning may eventually be satisfied. “May I have another drink?” she says.

Marthe shrugs. “Fix it yourself if you like.”

She walks to the bar, aware of their eyes on her. Her back turned to them, she pours some gin into a glass, adds some tonic water and then some ice.

When she returns to them, Gustav is in the middle of getting his clothes off. “It’s more pleasant to be naked,” he says.

Only Marthe remains dressed, coolly watching them, her legs crossed, one hand holding a half-empty glass of champagne.

Gustav takes Laura in his arms and he kisses her. He passes his hands over her breasts, and then his hands move around to clutch at her ass. He bends his head to suck at her nipples, causing her to shudder when she feels his teeth nipping at the tips.

When she looks at Marthe, the blonde smiles. “My husband considers himself to be a lover.”

Laura shudders again as Gustav’s mouth pulls more forcefully on one of her breasts.

Then Marthe calls out to Gustav: “Go on, why don’t you do it to her now? I’d like to watch it.”

Gustav is eager for it. He urges Laura to the sofa and he makes her kneel on it. Then he gets behind her, rubs the tip of his penis up and down in the groove of her sex and penetrates her vagina a grunt, another grunt, and a full thrust that brings his belly against her ass.

He begins pumping his hips vigorously, Laura’s head now resting on the back of the sofa, her eyes closed, her face covered with a film of sweat.

Marthe leaves her chair and she goes to them. The blonde moves behind her husband and she reaches down to take hold of his balls. She holds his testicles as he continues thrusting.

“Like an ape,” she says. “You’re nothing but an ape.”

When he begins ejaculating, she squeezes his testicles with her fingers.

Laura groans and climaxes as she feels the warm sperm in her sex.

Afterward, when they break apart, Laura finds Marthe in the midst of undressing. The blonde is finally revealing herself. She smiles at Laura and she says: “Now you’re going to do me, darling.”

The blonde’s body is sleek but strong looking, the breasts and ass prominent. Her mound is completely hairless and as tan as the rest of her. She smiles as Laura looks at her, opening her legs and sliding a hand between them to pinch her labia. “Come on, darling. I need a good sucking from you.”

Marthe sits in an easy chair with her legs draped over the arms. She orders Laura to come to her and Laura does it immediately. She kneels in front of Marthe to get at the blonde’s sex. Marthe holds Laura’s head with both hands as Laura sucks at the hairless cunt.

It’s good, Laura thinks.

Marthe’s cunt is exciting, the smooth lips tender and sweet, the slit dripping steadily. Laura teases the opening awhile, and then she closes her lips over the clitoris and she sucks it until Marthe cries out with pleasure.

* * *

Now on a wide bed in a bedroom, the trio on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. Laura has Gustav’s penis in her mouth. Marthe lies on the bed with her legs open as one hand probes between Laura’s thighs.

Laura sucks the stiff penis with her lips and tongue. She feels Marthe’s fingers in her sex, the fingers thrusting in and out, churning in her passage. Her mouth filled with Gustav’s cock, Laura climaxes on Marthe’s hand.

Then Marthe wants them to change positions. She lies back with her knees raised and she has Laura kneel between her legs to lick her cleft. Gustav moves behind Laura’s ass to enter her sex from the rear. The bed shakes as Gustav begins thrusting. Marthe holds Laura’s head, squirming her sex under Laura’s mouth. Martha says, “How is it, Gustav? Is it good for you?”

“It’s wonderful,” Gustav says.

* * *

Some days later, during an afternoon when Gustav is absent from the house, Marthe calls Laura to the terrace to amuse her. Marthe has been sunbathing, and now she reclines naked on a chaise, her body oiled, her eyes hidden by dark glasses. She tells Laura to sit down on the chaise beside her. “I’ve done nothing all day,” Marthe says. “The day is a complete bore.” She makes Laura untie the halter top that she wears and she toys with Laura’s breasts, teasing the nipples, tugging at them. “Do you like to masturbate sometimes?”

Laura blushes. “Yes.”

“I do it all the time. For me it’s better than anything else. Except maybe a tongue. Sometimes if I’m licked it’s as good for me as my fingers. Gustav likes you, you know. He says you’ve been very good for him. Do you like it here?”

“Yes, it’s nice.”

“You’re nipples excite me. Do you think you could put one inside me? Haven’t you ever done that before? Come, I’ll show you.”

And so on the chaise on the terrace, Marthe opens her legs wide and Laura leans down to stuff one of her breasts into the blonde’s sex. Marthe has rubbed oil all over herself, even between her thighs, and as Laura moves her nipple over Marthe’s clitoris her breast is soon shining from the smeared oil.

“Yes, like that,” Marthe says in a sultry voice. “Rub me like that and I’ll come soon.”

As Laura continues rubbing the erect clitoris with her nipple, she glances at the windows and she sees one of the maids watching them.

After a while Laura pulls her breast away from Marthe’s sex and she bends her head to suck at the swollen clitoris. Marthe has her climax, crying out softly as she comes, and after that Laura lies with her head on Marthe’s lap as Marthe strokes her hair.

Chapter Twelve.

Madeleine says: “Did they mistreat you?”

“No.”

“You liked them, didn’t you? Yes, I can tell you did. I’m sure they made you do all sorts of interesting things. Especially Marthe. She’s corrupt, isn’t she? Those Germans are always corrupt. But then I’m French and I suppose it’s natural for me to think that. What did she make you do?”

Laura blushes. “Nothing beastly.”

Madeleine laughs. “Only the usual things.”

“Yes.”

“Should I kiss you?”

“Please…”

They lie on Madeleine’s bed fully clothed, but now as Madeleine kisses her she unbuttons Laura’s blouse and she frees one of Laura’s breasts. The Frenchwoman tickles the nipple with her fingertips until the bud stiffens and grows darker.

“Wu is back,” Madeleine says.

Laura gasps. “When?”

“He telephoned me this morning. He said he’d be here this afternoon to collect you.”

Laura groans. “I want to stay with you!”

“But you can’t, darling. You know you can’t.”

They kiss again. Then Madeleine exposes her breasts and she offers them to Laura’s mouth. Laura greedily sucks one of the dark nipples, holding the breast with both hands, her eyes closed as she feeds on Madeleine’s flesh.

After that Madeleine wants Laura’s mouth on her sex. They undress quickly, tossing their clothes away in all directions like a pair of frenzied lovers. When Madeleine is naked, she lies back on the bed with her knees raised and her fingers holding the lips of her sex open to show Laura her clitoris.

Laura immediately drops her face to Madeleine’s belly, to the dark fur that covers Madeleine’s mound. In a moment her tongue is in the slit, tickling the vaginal opening, sucking out the feminine syrup. Madeleine groans as Laura takes the long clitoris between her lips to suck it as though it were a penis. The Frenchwoman turns her body around, her face pushing between Laura’s thighs, her mouth seeking Laura’s wetness.

This is their last time together. They pass hours on the bed, Laura losing herself in Madeleine’s sex, sucking Madeleine until Madeleine complains that she can’t go on, then turning on her back and masturbating as Madeleine watches her.

“You’re like a little animal,” Madeleine says.

Laura rubs her clitoris and comes again.

* * *

Wu arrives in his limousine. When he enters the house, he smiles at Laura, stroking her cheek as he talks about his travels. Then he asks Madeleine about Laura, how she’s fared without him. Has she been obedient? Has she been difficult to manage? Laura watches them and she’s uncertain what she wants. Does she want to stay with Madeleine or would she rather go with Wu? In any case, it’s Wu who decides. After a while it’s time for her to bid Madeleine goodby. The two women kiss. Laura leans her head against Madeleine’s shoulder and she wants to cry. She hates goodbyes. It’s always awful to say farewell to people. Will she ever see Madeleine again?

In the back of the limousine, Wu makes her sit close to him. He fondles her legs as he asks about her activities. She has no idea what to tell him. She recalls their times together, the lovemaking in his house, the way he took her sometimes in the middle of the night, the way he had her brought to his room by the butler. Maybe it’s better to be with Wu than with Madeleine. She’s filled with uncertainty. She trembles as Wu fondles her knees.

When they arrive at Wu’s estate, she feels happy again.

* * *

But the happiness doesn’t last. A Chinese girl comes out of the house to greet them, a beautiful girl with black eyes and black hair and sensuous lips. She speaks to Wu in Chinese and then she smiles at Laura with an evident haughtiness.

Wu says: “This is Jin.”

Laura feels a deep chagrin as Wu slides an arm around the girl’s waist and shows an affection for her.

After Laura enters the house, Wu leads her and Jin to one of the terraces for tea. Laura sits down, but Jin remains standing near Wu’s chair. He openly fondles the Chinese girl, and as he does it she looks with arrogant eyes at Laura. Mocking eyes. Laura understands now that Jin is Wu’s new mistress.

Laura thinks: What will become of me now?

She feels despair and uncertainty, a terrible confusion in her mind about what the future will bring to her.

Before long she goes to her room to unpack her things, but as she’s putting her dresses in the closet, the door opens and the butler Koy makes an appearance.

He steps inside the room and he closes the door. He smiles at her. Then he rubs the front of his trousers, a slow movement of the flat of his hand up and down over the bulge of his genitals.

Yes, why not? she thinks. Since Wu won’t have her, why not Koy? She wants an act of vengeance against Wu’s betrayal. She nods at the butler, turns away from him and sits down on a chair near the window.

Koy hurriedly exposes his penis, the cock dangling out of the opening in his trousers. When he approaches her, she takes hold of it and she leans forward to close her lips over the glans. The butler grunts as she begins sucking his cock, her mouth moving back and forth on the forward part of his penis, her saliva now glistening on the pale brown skin. She curls her fingers around the shaft and she begins stroking it, her hand sliding back and forth, milking the cock as she continues to suck the fat tip. He grunts again. He mutters something in Chinese. In a moment she feels the hot sperm gushing on her tongue. She keeps her fingers moving, her hand working on the shaft of the penis as her mouth claims the male syrup.

She feels better now. She’d rather not think of Wu. She licks the tip of Koy’s cock once more, and then she turns away from him. The butler stuffs his penis inside his trousers and he leaves her.

Where is Madeleine at this moment? And Emilio? She hasn’t thought of Emilio in such a long time. She looks through the window at the garden as she wipes her lips with her fingertips.

* * *

In the evening at dinner she sits with Wu and the Chinese girl at the table. Jin wears a turquoise Chinese dress and Laura thinks Jin is an extraordinary beauty. Jin talks to Wu in Chinese, laughing at something, her black eyes sparkling. Afterward they have coffee in the library. Laura thinks of other times with Wu in this room, the memories of past intimacies. When she looks at Wu again, he smiles at her and he says: “Why don’t you undress now?”

She rises. She wears red this evening, the dress cut low enough to show the upper slopes of her breasts, the skirt flaring outward to expose her legs. She stands near one of the tables as she unzips the dress, drops it to her feet and steps out of it. Wu looks at her. And Jin. Jin looks at her also. She’s very much aware of Jin’s eyes upon her.

Does she think I’m pretty?

This evening she’s made sure to wear the lingerie chosen for her by Wu. The color is the same as that of the dress, a bright red, the lace and satin exquisitely stitched. The openings in the cups of the bra show her nipples. The panties are sheer enough to display her sexual hair. The red nylon stockings are drawn high and tight on her thighs.

She poses for Wu. Or is she posing for both of them? She walks back and forth to show them the movements of her legs. She knows what Wu likes. Does Jin like the same? Finally she stops and she removes the panties. But nothing else. The brassiere already shows her nipples. Now her mound and buttocks are exposed and her nakedness is almost complete.

She walks again. She walks back and forth to display her legs and buttocks, her legs moving with long strides on the high heels.

“That’s enough,” Wu says.

A flush comes to her face. Is he displeased with her? She sits down on a chair and she says nothing.

Wu says something to Jin in Chinese and Jin rises. The girl looks at Laura with an evident arrogance, and then she turns away and begins undressing. When she slides the Chinese dress off her body, she appears wearing only a cache-sexe and high heels. She has small breasts, the nipples dark and pointed, a narrow triangle of black pubic hair and firm round buttocks. Her thighs and legs are long and beautiful.

As Laura gazes at the girl’s body, she finds herself aroused. She recalls Madeleine’s embraces now. She looks at Jin’s breasts and buttocks and she thinks of Madeleine.

Is Jin aware of her excitement?

Wu looks at Laura. “What do you think of her?”

“She’s beautiful.”

Jin smiles and she begins walking. She deliberately walks back and forth past Laura to exhibit her tall body. Laura watches the play of muscles in Jin’s haunches.

Wu looks at Laura again. “I want you to make love to her.”

Laura feels the trembling in her legs. “Here?”

“Yes, why not here? For the moment it’s more amusing.”

She feels discomfited, embarrassed. The girl has hardly spoken to her since their first meeting. Now she approaches Jin, and when their eyes meet the Chinese girl smiles.

“I think you don’t like me.”

“No, it’s not true.”

“Then kiss me.”

Laura leans forward to kiss Jin’s lips. Jin seems receptive enough, but still haughty. Laura strokes the girl’s sleek body, delighting in the smooth skin, the narrow hips. She touches the small breasts. Then she presses herself against Jin and she drops her hands behind the girl’s body to fondle her round buttocks. The feel of the girl’s firm ass in her hands excites her intensely. She bends her head to suck at Jin’s small dark nipples.

Wu says something in Chinese to Jin and Jin laughs. When Jin pushes at Laura’s shoulders, Laura immediately yields. She drops to a crouch to kiss Jin’s belly. She closes her eyes and quivers as she smells the delicate perfume the girl has used on the insides of her thighs.

Jin moves her legs apart to make her sex more available, and when Laura moves her face further down she can see the upper part of the dark-haired slit.

Jin uses her own hand to expose herself. She parts the lips of her sex with her fingers to show Laura her clitoris. “Kiss it,” Jin says.

Laura kisses the tiny organ, the pink pimple with its hood pulled back by Jin’s fingers. She closes her lips over the tip and she sucks it gently.

Jin sighs. She closes her eyes and she makes sounds of pleasure as she pushes her sex at Laura’s mouth. The girl’s hips rock back and forth as she massages her clitoris against Laura’s lips.

Wu rises, and as he watches them he undresses. He strips all his clothes off, tossing everything onto a chair. When he’s naked, he strokes his penis with his hand and he calls Laura away from Jin.

He wants her to suck his penis. “Make it ready for Jin,” he says.

Laura feels the jealousy. She tells herself she ought not to be jealous at all, but she feels the jealousy nevertheless. She goes to Wu and she kneels in front of him to take his penis in her mouth. He grunts with satisfaction as she makes the glans wet with her saliva, as she runs her tongue over the bulb and along the shaft of his cock. He pushes forward, filling her mouth with his penis, but then withdrawing it completely before she can full enjoy it.

His penis erect and wet with Laura’s saliva, Wu goes to a chair and he sits down. He calls Jin to him, and the tall girl moves forward to straddle his thighs. She places her long elegant legs on either side of Wu’s body and she lowers herself. She guides his penis inside her sex with her hand, and then she lowers herself further to capture the cock completely.

Laura trembles with excitement as she watches them make love. She gazes at Jin’s lovely ass rising and falling, at Wu’s penis appearing and vanishing again. Her small breasts bouncing, the girl’s agile body moves up and down.

Wu’s enjoyment is obvious. Now his hands are on Jin’s buttocks, his fingers gripping the girl’s flesh as she moves her body with vigor. Her head is thrown back, her eyes closed, her throat making sounds of pleasure.

Suddenly Wu stops Jin’s movements and he speaks to her in Chinese. The girl immediately rises, unsheathing his penis and then leaving his lap to bend over a small table in front of Wu. Wu moves behind her and he takes her quickly, his cock driving into the girl’s sex from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he begins thrusting in her cunt.

It ends quickly now. A dozen more thrusts and Wu reaches his crisis. He slams his belly forward, pushing his cock deep into the girl’s passage as he empties himself. A soft cry comes out of Jin’s throat as she takes the spurting penis.

* * *

After Wu leaves them, Jin takes Laura to the seclusion of her bedroom.

When the door is closed, Jin kisses Laura’s lips.

“Do you like me?”

“Yes.”

“I thought you might hate me.”

She kisses Laura’s mouth again, and Laura melts as she slides her arms around Jin’s body. Her belly quivering, her mind reels with the intoxication of holding this lovely creature again.

Jin seems amused. She urges Laura to the bed. “Come to the bed with me. I want you to make love to me in the proper way. What happened in the library was for Wu, but now I want something for myself.”

As they lie on the bed, Jin leans over Laura to kiss Laura’s breasts and lick her nipples with the point of her tongue. She teases Laura’s cleft with her fingers, probing between the lips to find Laura’s clitoris.

Then Jin climbs over Laura, straddling her breasts, smiling down at Laura as she offers Laura her sex.

The cunt is gaping, and as Laura stares at it she sees Wu’s sperm trickling out of the orifice.

“Do it slowly,” Jin says. “Suck it deeply and slowly.”

Then Jin moves forward to cover Laura’s mouth with her leaking sex. The girl moans softly as Laura accepts it, as Laura’s tongue begins moving in the opening to gather Wu’s sperm.

Laura moans against the girl’s sex. She holds Jin’s ass in her hands as she sucks at the wet slit. Jin is now rocking her hips back and forth, a firm possession of Laura’s mouth. Laura sucks the wetness. She sucks the cleft as she slides a hand down to her own sex to find her clitoris. She strokes herself as the girl continues to rock against her open mouth.

Chapter Thirteen.

Today on the terrace they can see the birds gliding over the trees, gliding in great arcs over the outskirts of Kowloon. Jin laughs at something as she leans against Wu, a delicate laugh that breaks the silence. Both women are naked, except that Laura wears high-heeled sandals. Jin is barefooted, her feet as bare as the rest of her, her long body animal-like as she curls over Wu to take his penis in her mouth. Wu is half-reclined on the chaise, his robe open, his penis and balls exposed to the fondling of the two women who have arranged themselves on either side of him.

As Jin sucks on the glans of his penis, Laura dips her head to take one of his testicles in her mouth. She hears Wu say something to Jin. It’s always in Chinese, as if his intention is to deliberately exclude her from their consideration. She licks his balls, changing from one to the other, wetting the soft skin of the sac with her saliva. She’s aware of a vague smell of incense, but since there is never any incense burned in his house, she wonders where it comes from.

As Jin sucks the tip of the penis, she allows a stream of saliva to escape her lips and flow down the length of Wu’s cock. Laura catches some of it. She relishes it because it’s Jin’s. She relishes anything that Jin offers to her.

Wu strokes Jin’s head with one of his hands. Laura’s head is not within reach of the other hand. And if it were, would he stroke her the way he strokes Jin? She thinks he hates her now. She doesn’t know why he does, but she thinks he hates her.

She watches Jin’s mouth. At intervals she can see Jin’s pink tongue as it rolls over Wu’s glans. The bulb is swollen, bloated with Wu’s arousal, the shaft of the penis at it thickest. She keeps her lips closed over one of his testicles as she watches Jin. Wu’s crisis is imminent.

Then Wu groans.

Jin holds the cock in her hand, her mouth momentarily removed from the tip as the first gushing of sperm occurs. She quickly covers the glans with her lips to take the rest of it.

Laura feels the pulsations in his testicles as they empty into Jin’s waiting mouth, the girl’s full red lips sucking at the stalk to drain it completely, a white droplet of sperm at the corner of her lips, her face flushed, her eyes closed.

Wu groans again as Jin tightens her lips on the very tip of his penis to suck the remaining fluid out of the opening.

When Jin at last pulls her mouth away from the now softened penis, she licks her lips and she smiles at Laura.

Laura quivers with envy as she watches the girl’s tongue slide back and forth over the red lips.

* * *

Jin likes to bathe in the morning.

The two women are naked, the door closed, the heat of the bath bringing a rosy glow to their faces.

Jin is in the water, her small breasts floating near the surface, her dark hair wet and flat against her finely shaped head.

Laura kneels on a mat at the side of the bath, one hand holding the bar of soap, sliding the soap over one of Jin’s arms.

“What’s his name?” Jin asks.

“Emilio.”

“What does he do with his time? Does he have a profession?”

“He’s an architect.”

“Does he play polo?”

“No, not at all.”

“I once had a lover who played a great deal of polo. It’s exciting.”

“Yes.”

Laura’s hand is now between Jin’s thighs. The girl opens her legs, encouraging Laura, leaning back against the marble wall of the tub with her eyes closed.

Laura’s fingers enter the soft sex and she pries the lips apart. She finds the shaft of the clitoris and she strokes it back and forth. Jin murmurs, her eyes closed, her face flushed. “Make me come.”

The Chinese girl takes hold of one of Laura’s breasts as Laura’s fingers continue moving in her cleft. She rubs Laura’s nipple as Laura rubs her clitoris, signaling to Laura how she wants to be rubbed, how quickly, when to do it more slowly, when to do it faster. In this way they build the girl’s orgasm together, Jin at last crying out and squeezing her eyes shut as the fire comes to her sex.

The girl laughs. “I’m getting to like you too much.”

Jin finally rises in the bath. As she turns, Laura leans forward to kiss the girl’s wet buttocks. Jin laughs again, holding her body still as Laura rubs her face over the slippery globes.

“Now your face is wet,” Jin says.

“I’ll dry it.”

“But you must dry me first.”

As the girl steps out of the bath, Laura wraps a large towel around the long body. She rubs the wetness away, sliding the towel over the girl’s torso and then over her thighs and legs. Jin murmurs as Laura slides the towel between her thighs to dry her sex. But she opens her legs as Laura’s hand pats the full lips.

“I think you want to tire me,” Jin says.

“Are you tired?”

“No, it’s too early to be tired. Here, do it like this.”

And she places one foot on the marble edge of the bath, lifting one leg and opening her thighs wide so that Laura can crouch down to fix her mouth against the freshly bathed sex. The girl’s clitoris is stiff again, ready to be caressed, and as Laura closes her lips around it and sucks it, Jin shudders as she feels the pleasure.

“You’re as good as a sin-tai,” Jin says.

“What’s that?”

“A Wanchai girl who likes to dress as a man.”

* * *

In the library, the windows are open, the muted music of a Beethoven sonata coming from the hidden loudspeakers. The occasional chirping of a bird can be heard from the gardens. Wu is naked, sitting on a chair while Jin straddles him. She moves her body up and down, up and down.

Laura crouches on the floor between Wu’s legs, her eyes on the joining of the sexes, the mouth of Jin’s vagina sliding up and down on the shaft of Wu’s penis.

She watches them. She leans forward to lick Wu’s balls. She takes one of the testicles in her mouth and she holds it there.

Wu grunts his pleasure as Jin moves her body up and down. She squirms. The girth of his penis stretches her sex. He says something in Chinese as he grips her buttocks with his hands and begins coming.

Laura holds his balls in her mouth as he comes. He’s told her this is her duty. Jin is to take his sperm while Laura warms his testicles. Jin shakes on his lap, squirming her sex on the spurting cock. When the girl finally unsheathes the penis, Laura can see some of the sperm dripping out of the gaping orifice.

Wu says something to Jin in Chinese and the girl laughs softly.

Laura leans forward to lick at the sperm that remains on Wu’s penis.

Wu looks down at her and he chuckles with approval.

* * *

As Laura lies with her, Jin says: “Does your husband lick you there?”

“Yes, sometimes.”

“I’d rather have a woman do it.”

“Who was your first lover?”

“A woman?”

“Yes.”

“A rich Hong Kong lady.”

“Was she Chinese?”

“Oh yes. My mother was a maid in her house, and one day the lady took me to her bedroom and she made love to me.” Jin laughs. “I liked it. I always like it. Do you love me?”

“Yes.”

“Why do you love me?”

“Because you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known.”

“Kiss me again.”

* * *

Late in the evening in Wu’s bedroom, the trio lies naked on the bed. Laura rests on her back, her thoughts hazy from an excess of Cantonese rice wine. Jin now straddles Laura, and afterward the girl shifts forward to cover Laura’s face with her sex. Jin laughs softly as she presses her clitoris against Laura’s nose. The Chinese girl’s juices are flowing, the syrup trickling over Laura’s lips.

Behind Jin, Wu climbs between Laura’s legs to mount her. His eyes are glazed, his face flushed with alcohol. He lifts Laura’s legs to his shoulders as he gazes down at her dark-haired sex. He opens the slit with his fingers, then moves one finger down to tickle her anus.

Jin rocks her sex back and forth on Laura’s upturned mouth, her long body rocking on her widely parted knees. A sheen of sweat covers the Chinese girl’s face as she bends her head to look at the black fringe of her sexual hair pressed against Laura’s nose. The girl rocks back and forth, and then suddenly the rocking motion becomes faster as Laura’s tongue and lips bring her to a crisis.

Laura’s mouth is open, her tongue active as she gathers the flowing syrup, her belly quivering as she feels Wu’s penis entering her vagina at the moment Jin has her crisis.

Wu is too drunk to hold back his pleasure. He pumps his hips vigorously, thrusting in Laura’s sex and then finally making a guttural noise as he spurts inside her passage.

Her mouth covered by Jin’s sex, Laura wraps her legs around Wu’s waist to hold him in place, to hold the penis in her vagina, to make the moment endure.

When Wu at last forces Laura to release him, he rolls away on the bed and he closes his eyes in exhaustion.

Jin looks at him and smiles. “Tonight he was drunk enough to do it to you. Did you like it?”

“I always like it.”

“Suck me again. I’m not finished yet.”

Delighted to have the girl again, Laura squeezes Jin’s buttocks with her hands as Jin covers her mouth. Gently rocking her sex on Laura’s mouth, Jin sings a plaintive Chinese song.

Laura sucks the sweet flesh until Jin comes. What time is it now? She has no idea of the time.

* * *

Wu is in the city.

The afternoon is warm, the windows in Jin’s bedroom wide open to admit the scent of flowers from the gardens. Jin lies on her bed with her knees up, Laura’s mouth on her sex, Laura’s head in her hands.

The Chinese girl shudders as she climaxes under Laura’s active tongue.

Afterward she lazily rolls over, lifts herself on all fours to offer herself to Laura again. Her eyes heavy with pleasure, she looks at Laura over her shoulder. “This way?”

Laura trembles with desire as she gazes at the firm round buttocks. “Yes.”

Jin taunts her. “Come on then. Suck me this way.”

Laura crouches behind Jin to kiss her buttocks, to run her hands over the exquisite ass. She urges Jin to raise her hips to make it easier for her to get her mouth on Jin’s sex. The girl groans as she feels Laura’s tongue push deep inside her vagina. She moves her hips from side to side, wriggling her sex against the active mouth.

“Sin-tai,” Jin says.

The Chinese girl cries out as she comes, her hand rushing to her cleft to rub her clitoris as Laura sucks the syrup out of her opening.

Later they do it again. This time Jin stands with one foot on the bed, her thighs open to Laura who crouches with her mouth against Jin’s sex. Jin holds Laura’s head with both hands as she moves her pelvis back and forth. She grinds her sex against Laura’s lips, trembling as she comes, and then after that she pushes Laura away and she falls on the bed exhausted.

* * *

One day Jin takes Laura shopping in the Tsimshatsui district in Kowloon. They visit one shop after another along Mody Road, and then finally they drop into one of the hotel bars for a cool drink. As they sit at a table sipping gin-tonics, a Chinese man approaches, smiles at Jin and speaks to her in Chinese.

Laura learns the man’s name is Chang and that he’s an old friend of Jin’s. He’s an urbane Chinese not much past forty, and dressed well enough to look prosperous. He speaks hardly any English, but he makes a polite attempt to include Laura in his conversation.

Jin acts as translator, and before long Chang has both women laughing as he tells them one amusing story after another about a recent trip to Shanghai. When Chang invites them to have tea and brandy in his apartment, Jin immediately accepts the invitation.

As they leave the hotel, Jin smiles at Laura. “Do you like him?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“It’s you he wants.”

Laura quivers with doubt, but she says nothing.

They ride a taxi to a modern skyscraper, and then an elevator to a lovely apartment overlooking the harbor. Chang’s houseboy serves tea and brandy in a large living room filled with modern furniture.

Chang talks in Chinese again, this time about his gambling fortunes in Macao, and as Jin translates the Chinese into English for Laura’s benefit his eyes are on Laura’s legs, on her face, on her legs again. Then the talking stops and Jin looks at Laura.

“Will you do as I ask?”

“Yes.”

“Go to him and suck him. Show me how much you love me.”

Laura nods. Jin speaks to Chang in Chinese and Chang smiles and leans back in his chair. He opens his trousers and he brings out a long penis already thickening in his hand. He pulls at the cock with his fingers and he quickly brings it to a firm erection. Just then the houseboy comes into the room with another pot of tea, the boy’s face impassive as he glances at Chang’s penis. Chang talks to the boy in Chinese and the boy nods and leaves them. Jin seems amused, but she says nothing.

In a moment the boy returns with a small saucer upon which has been placed a spoonful of marmalade. As Laura watches with a growing excitement, the houseboy dips his fingers in the marmalade and then he carefully smears the jelly over the length of Chang’s erect penis.

When it’s finished, the houseboy takes up the saucer and he leaves the room.

Jin says: “Go on now. He’s waiting for you.”

Laura feels her heart pounding as she leaves the sofa to go to Chang. When she reaches him, she drops to her knees in front of his legs, her eyes on the glistening penis, on the streaks of jelly along the rigid length.

“Go on,” Jin says.

Laura leans forward to lick the tip of the cock. She wants to please Jin. She takes the glans between her lips, her belly quivering at the sweet taste of it, her head dropping as she slowly fills her mouth with Chang’s stiff penis.

Chang puts his hands on her head to force the rhythm he wants. Her head moves up and down, her mouth sliding on the slick cock, her lips sticky with the jelly that covers it.

Then Chang groans and the taste in her mouth is suddenly something different, the taste of his sperm, the warm ejaculate mixing with the marmalade on her tongue.

Afterward Laura goes to Jin and she lies with her head in Jin’s lap as Chang talks to Jin in Chinese again.

Chapter Fourteen.

One day Wu says to her: “Pack your things, but only one suitcase. Koy will drive you somewhere this afternoon.”

She asks where Koy will take her, but Wu has already turned to leave her.

Jin knows nothing. Or maybe she pretends to know nothing. Laura begs Jin to question Wu, but nothing comes of it. “He won’t tell me anything,” Jin says. “And anyway what difference does it make?”

But maybe Jin knows. Laura thinks she can see in Jin’s eyes that Jin knows.

She packs a small suitcase, only a few clothes, some lingerie. She takes the underwear that Wu bought for her. She doesn’t know why. She can’t seem to part with it. She wants it with her, wherever she’s going.

She cries as she says goodbye to Jin.

“You’ll be fine,” Jin says.

“I’m afraid.”

“No, don’t be afraid. In any case, it does no good, does it? It never does any good to be afraid.”

“Kiss me then.”

They have no time to make love. Laura wants very much to make love to Jin, but there isn’t time for it.

She sees nothing any more of Wu. When she leaves the house, he makes no appearance, no farewell. Koy waits for her at the limousine. He takes her suitcase, and after she climbs into the back of the car, he puts the suitcase in the trunk. Then he climbs into the front seat behind the wheel and they drive off. She looks at the house, hoping to see Jin at one of the windows. But she sees nothing, only the empty windows in the large white house, the glass reflecting the sun and hurting her eyes.

Filled with despair, she turns to gaze at the road ahead.

* * *

Koy drives the car down the winding highway toward Kowloon. But halfway to the city, he suddenly slows the limousine and pulls off the tarmac into a side road. Before long he leaves that road to drive between the trees of a secluded orchard.

Have they arrived at their destination? But there’s nothing here, nothing at all but the lemon trees.

Koy climbs out of the car and he opens the back door. He says something to her in Chinese, but she has no idea what he wants. He stares at her. Then he rubs the front of his trousers with his hand and she understands.

Here?

Resigned to it, she waits for him to expose her penis. But he gestures at her, and now she understands he wants more than just her mouth. She lifts her body from the seat and she removes her panties. Then she opens her legs to indicate her willingness.

Koy smiles. He removes his shoes. And then he carefully removes his trousers, folds them neatly and places them on the front seat. After that he moves to the open back door and he gestures at his penis and sticks one of his fingers between his pursed lips.

She does what he wants. As he stands at the open door, she slides toward him on the seat and she takes his cock in her mouth. The taste and size of it are familiar to her, and now all she cares about is the pleasure it brings her. She fills her mouth with his cock, withdraws, fills her mouth again. Before long Koy makes her stop and he climbs into the back of the car with her. He lifts her legs to his shoulders, and then he penetrates her sex with a single forceful lunge.

As he takes her, she groans. When their eyes meet, she feels ashamed. When he reaches his crisis, she’s happy that it’s finished and unhappy that it doesn’t go on. She likes the pummeling, the force of the penis in her vaginal passage, the animal-like thrusting of his loins as he takes her.

But it’s finished too soon and her pleasure is incomplete; she has only the wetness of her sex to appease her. In a few minutes everything is in order again and Koy is once more behind the wheel of the limousine.

* * *

They drive into Kowloon, and then through the tunnel to the island of Hong Kong. She has no idea where he’s taking her. In Hong Kong, Koy heads east along Queen’s Road, and then before long the car is in the countryside, rolling past one estate after another, an occasional temple crowded with tourists, another estate.

Koy drives to the eastern part of the island, to a walled estate in a place called Quarry Bay. The gates are opened by a guard, and as the car proceeds down the long drive, the mansion of the estate becomes visible on a promontory overlooking the sea.

When the car pulls up in front of the entrance to the mansion, a servant comes scurrying out to take Laura’s suitcase.

Koy gestures at her to go with the servant. He will not enter the house. He watches her leave, and then he climbs into Wu’s limousine and he drives off.

She gives Koy a last look, and then she follows the servant into the large house.

* * *

She waits in a sitting room with her suitcase.

After a while a young woman appears, a girl with red hair wearing a tight red cheongsam and red shoes with high heels.

“Hello, I’m Rosalie.”

Her accent is American and Laura thinks she’s attractive. She tells Laura to leave her suitcase where it is and she leads her out of the sitting room and down a long corridor. Laura watches the girl’s pretty legs, the movement of her haunches, the high heels that are so much higher than her own.

They finally arrive at the room that Rosalie wants and she knocks and opens the door.

Inside the room is a Chinese woman of about forty, reclining on a chaise, a cigarette holder in one hand.

The woman’s face is impassive as she looks at Laura. “Laura, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“You can call me Helen.”

Like Rosalie, her accent is American. She has jet black hair, a sleek body in a black silk cheongsam, an air of unmistakable authority.

Laura feels afraid again, but she does her best to remain composed.

Helen looks at Rosalie and says: “Don’t go. Stay with us.”

Rosalie nods, but instead of sitting down on one of the chairs, she merely moves back to stand against the wall behind her.

Helen looks at Laura again, her eyes appraising, cool, without any evidence of judgment.

“You’re an attractive girl.”

“Thank you.”

“But let’s have the clothes off so I can look at you.”

Laura hesitates a moment, and then she begins undressing.

Helen puffs on the cigarette holder as she watches her. Laura keeps her eyes averted as she slips out of her dress and unhooks her brassiere. Is she to remove everything? Helen answers the question before it’s asked.

“Everything off,” Helen says. “Who bought those things for you? Was it Wu?”

“Yes.”

“He has no taste.”

When Laura is finally naked, barefooted on the rug, Helen beckons to her. “Come here now. Don’t be afraid of me.”

Laura moves closer, close enough so that Helen can reach a hand out and slide her fingers between Laura’s legs. Laura gasps as Helen’s fingers probe her sex and then push into the opening. “Stand still, won’t you? That’s better. Now pull the lips open and show me the clitoris.”

Blushing, Laura uses the fingers of both hands to pull her labia apart and expose her clitoris.

Helen’s fingers are still inside Laura’s vagina. For a long moment she merely gazes at Laura’s clitoris. Then she grazes it with her thumb, and a moment afterward she pulls her hand away.

Helen looks at Rosalie. “Call Ava and tell her to bring the shaving things.”

Rosalie uses the telephone that sits on a nearby table. She speaks quietly into the phone, her eyes on Laura. When their eyes meet, Laura blushes again.

Speaking to no one in particular, Helen says: “There’s talk of a typhoon arriving here. We’ll have to look after the windows.”

Someone knocks on the door, and a tall dark-haired girl bearing a tray enters the room. She’s dressed like Rosalie, in a tight cheongsam and extremely high heels. She glances at Laura as she walks forward toward Helen. Laura looks at the tray and she sees a safety razor, a small towel and a can of shaving cream.

“Over there,” Helen says. “Have her lie on the rug with her hips on the footstool.” She looks at Laura. “They’re going to shave you, darling. The girls here are always shaved.”

The two girls lead Laura to the footstool, help her lie on the rug with her buttocks on the upholstered leather, then push her legs wide apart to expose her sex and pubic bush. Rosalie finds a small pillow on one of the sofas and she puts it under Laura’s head.

In a daze, Laura lies quietly as they begin the process. How strange it is to have it done this way and not in a bathroom somewhere. She doesn’t mind it. She thought of doing it once when she was eighteen, shaving off the bush because her mound might be more attractive without it, but at that time she had no lover anyway so what was the use of it? It was nothing more than a girlish idea. So instead of shaving it, she merely trimmed it to make sure the triangle was neat looking. Emilio has never suggested that she make herself hairless down there, and what she feels now is a great curiosity about it, a desire to have it done and then see what she looks like.

After five minutes or so the clipping and shaving are finished, and the two girls have washed and dried the area and powdered it lightly with a talcum that Ava appears to have brought with her. On the tray? Laura doesn’t recall it.

They help her stand.

“I don’t need you any more,” Helen says to the girls. “Leave us alone now.”

Turning gracefully in their tight dresses and high heels, Rosalie and Ava leave the room and quietly close the door behind them.

Helen tells Laura to arrange herself on the footstool again. “Just the way you were.”

Laura does it. She lies down and raises her buttocks onto the footstool again. She knows what’s about to happen, and when Helen crouches down in front of her, she immediately opens her legs.

Helen smiles at her. “So you’re ready for it, are you?” The Chinese woman chuckles as she leans forward and bends her head to suck the hairless sex.

Laura shudders with pleasure as she feels the tongue and lips directly on her clitoris, an immediate attack without any delicacy, almost masculine in its aggressiveness. No woman has ever taken her like this, not even Madeleine. Helen’s mouth completely conquers her.

It takes only moments for the first spasm to arrive, and when it does Helen pushes her narrow fingers inside both the rear hole and the vagina. She wiggles the fingers around in both tunnels as she sucks the flowing syrup out of Laura’s sex. When Laura comes again, the Chinese woman seems satisfied and she pulls her mouth away.

“All right, get up now.”

Laura rises. Her face flushed in the aftermath of the orgasms, she watches Helen cross the room to a chest of drawers.

Helen opens one of the drawers, and she brings out a pair of sheer black stockings and an extremely thin garter belt. “These ought to fit.”

The belt is no more than a narrow ribbon around the waist to which are attached the short garter straps. Laura fears the garters will be too short, but when she pulls the stockings on she finds them long enough to almost cover all of her thighs. As she attaches the garters to the stockings, Helen goes to a closet and returns with a pair of shoes.

“You’ll wear these in the house. We’ll get others for you, but in the meantime these will do.”

The high heels of the shoes are extreme, even higher than those worn by Rosalie and Ava. Helen herself wears flat Chinese slippers on her small feet.

“I’ll fall down,” Laura says. “That’s a five-inch heel.”

“Try them on and we’ll see.”

Laura finds that when she does put the shoes on, they aren’t that difficult to wear.

Helen seems satisfied. “Walk around. Let’s have a look at you.”

Laura walks. Chinese carpets cover parts of the polished wooden floor, and when she steps over the carpets she takes more care with her balance. But the shoes do seem manageable. She wants a mirror, but there isn’t any, only a small mirror on one of the walls that would show no more than her face. What she wants is to see what she looks like in these ridiculous shoes.

“Haven’t you ever worn heels like that?”

Laura shakes her head. “No, never.”

Helen shrugs. “You’ll get used to them quickly if you wear them enough.”

Then as Laura stands there, Helen brings out a black eye- protector of the sort that people wear when they sunbathe. She tells Laura that she’s going to blindfold her, and Laura quivers as she does it.

“It’s only necessary for him,” Helen says.

For him? Who is he? Laura trembles as her eyes are covered and now there’s only darkness.

“And a collar,” Helen says.

The collar is made of leather, or at least something that feels like leather, and Laura is grateful it doesn’t chafe her neck.

Helen chuckles and says he has his whims. Has she ever worn anything like this? Not even with a lover?

Laura denies it. “No, never.”

Helen touches her ass, the fingers stroking the curves. “This is the prettiest part of you. Don’t be surprised if it receives a good deal of attention.”

From whom? Laura has no idea.

Then Helen leads her out of the room and into the corridor.

* * *

As she walks along the corridor with Helen, she wonders once again whose house it is. Whose mansion is it? She can’t imagine that it’s Helen’s house. No, it must be someone else’s. But who? It’s only necessary for him, Helen said. Laura remembers that as Helen at last stops in front of a door.

Helen knocks and opens the door and they enter the room. Helen speaks to someone in Chinese and a man answers in the same language. Laura tries to guess his age from the sound of his voice, but she knows so little of the language she finds it impossible. The man could be twenty or he could be a hundred, she has no idea at all.

Then she feels Helen hand the leash to him. Is he the only other person in the room? She hears the sea, so she guesses a window must be open. She remembers what Helen said about the possibility of a typhoon arriving. Then why isn’t the window closed?”

Whoever it is who has the leash, he pulls at it. He pulls her forward and she almost stumbles in the high heels. She assumes it’s the man whose voice she heard.

He pulls her forward until her thighs come up against the edge of a table.

Helen says: “Bend over that, Laura.”

Laura does it. She bends over the table, her hands searching for the far edge and finding it, her head turned so that her face can rest against the cool wood.

The man is behind her, and in a moment she feels his hands on her buttocks. He penetrates her quickly, directly into her sex, his penis pushing inside her with a rough force. In any case, she’s not at all dry. She knows that because the cock enters her passage without difficulty.

He holds her hips with his hands as he begins thrusting in her sex. She guesses it’s an older man now, but only from the way he handles her hips.

He withdraws before he comes, and he pulls at the leash to make her turn around and kneel in front of him. He speaks in Chinese, but there’s no need to say anything because she understands. She opens her mouth, and in a moment he pushes his bloated penis between her lips and he grunts as the sperm begins spurting on her tongue.

She can taste herself on his penis. She tastes her own juices mixed with the metallic taste of his sperm.

Chapter Fifteen.

Each evening she lies with Helen, pleasing Helen in various ways, doing whatever Helen tells her to do. She doesn’t mind it. The Chinese woman often treats her with tenderness, stroking her head, talking to her about clothes and jewelry and how to dress to advantage. Helen lies with her head on a pillow, her legs open as Laura bends to suck at her sex. The sex is hairless, full-lipped, always perfumed. Laura sucks at the cleft, sucking the juices out of it as though it were a hot fruit. Helen’s orgasm is her reward. The Chinese women comes with a restrained shudder, a slight shaking of her knees, her eyes heavy afterward as she gazes down the length of her body at Laura’s face and says, “You’re better than the others. You have more devotion.”

Pleased, Laura blushes, licks her lips to gather the last drops of Helen’s syrup. She feels more at peace now than ever before. It doesn’t matter that she’s required to entertain the frequent guests at the mansion. His guests. She has no name for him. Helen never gives her a name for him. Laura knows nothing about him, nothing except the forceful way he takes her when she goes to him blindfolded. He always takes her quickly and then he dismisses her. She never speaks. Helen has warned her about silence. She never speaks to any of the guests unless they speak first. She’s not to speak to any of them. She’s to ask no questions, but only to respond to questions. At all times, especially in the presence of the male guests, she’s to remain silent, her eyes lowered.

She sucks Helen’s sex again. Tonight the Chinese woman doesn’t tire easily, and with a sigh of approval she accepts Laura’s mouth again. Laura tongues the sex, licking between the lips, tickling the shaft of Helen’s clitoris until Helen’s knees begin rocking again.

Helen groans. She slides a hand down to her belly and she strokes Laura’s head.

* * *

One day Helen tells her that a special guest has arrived. “Go with Rosalie and she’ll help you prepare for him. Rosalie will be there with you. Be at your best with him.”

The Chinese woman kisses Laura’s mouth and then sends her away with Rosalie. The red-haired girl takes Laura to Laura’s room and she helps Laura to dress for the guest. Laura questions Rosalie about the guest, but Rosalie has no idea who he is. “I haven’t seen him. I don’t think he’s been here before.”

Laura dresses in gartered stockings and high heels, but nothing else. “I’ll wear just a robe over this.”

Rosalie nods and she says she’ll do the same. She helps Laura do her makeup. “You’re beautiful, you know. It’s no wonder she sleeps with you so much.”

Laura smiles. “Thanks.”

They go to Rosalie’s room and Laura watches as Rosalie prepares herself. Like Laura’s, Rosalie’s pubis is shaved, but the slit is higher and more exposed. Laura finds herself excited by Rosalie’s slender body.

“Let me look at it,” Laura says.

When Rosalie realizes what Laura wants, she smiles. “We can’t do anything now, there isn’t time.”

But she allows Laura to look at her. She opens her legs and she squats down a bit as she holds her labia apart to reveal the interior of her slit.

Laura’s excitement increases as she gazes at the pink sex. “Will you sleep with me later?”

Rosalie nods. “Yes, but let’s hurry now. He’s waiting for us.”

Rosalie finishes dressing, and then she leads Laura to a room in another part of the mansion. When Rosalie knocks on the door, the door is immediately opened by a man wearing a robe. “At last,” he says. “I was beginning to think you were never coming here.”

He seems to be either Dutch or German, but he speaks English well enough. As soon as the two women are in the room and the door closed, he removes his robe to exhibit an erect penis. “Quickly,” he says. “I have a meeting in an hour.”

He takes Rosalie first. She lies on her back on the bed with her legs on his shoulders as he pushes his cock inside her sex and begins thrusting. His hands move back and forth over her nylon- clad legs. “Pretty girl,” he mutters. “You’re quite pretty.”

He withdraws his penis before he finishes and he tells Laura to suck it. She goes to him, crouches in front of him to take the wet cock in her mouth. The taste of Rosalie’s sex excites her tremendously. After she sucks him awhile, he pulls away from her and he tells her to bend over the edge of the bed. When she does this, he quickly takes her from behind. He finishes like that while Rosalie holds Laura’s hand and soothes her.

* * *

Now a month has passed…

Laura spends her days at ease, free of troubles, caring for nothing except the tending of her body and the pleasure she receives from it. She lies with Helen less and less now; the early passion has changed into a more comfortable accommodation. When Helen wants her, she goes to Helen’s bed and they make love for an hour or two. Laura knows that sometimes Helen is with one of the other girls, but she doesn’t mind it.

She continues to service the mysterious one, always blindfolded, always silent as he takes her. The taking is always the same: he bend her over a table or a chair and he takes her from behind. Sometimes he takes the back passage, but not often.

Guests are always arriving at the mansion, but it’s not Laura who’s always called for them. Helen is the one who decides. Sometimes days go by without Laura visiting any of the guest rooms.

One evening she’s directed to a room and she finds a couple there, a man and a woman, both from England and apparently married. The man takes Laura while the woman watches them and masturbates. Afterward Laura offers to make love to the woman, but the woman refuses and Laura is disappointed.

She frolics with the other girls, with Rosalie and Ava. She likes Rosalie better; Ava is too distant. She lies with Rosalie and they talk. Sometimes she masturbates and Rosalie watches her. When she sucks Rosalie, the red-haired girl’s orgasms are always magnificent.

* * *

One day Helen informs Laura that she’s to provide an entertainment in the evening at a gathering. Helen says: “I’ve chosen you because I think you’re the best for it.”

Of course the performance in the evening will be sexual. As Helen explains the details, Laura’s excitement grows. She’s to be taken by three men, all at the same time.

“They’re really boys,” Helen says. “Three beautiful boys from Macao.”

Laura passes all afternoon filled with anticipation, thinking of nothing else, teased by the other girls. “They’ll exhaust you,” Rosalie says with a laugh.

“No, they won’t.”

In the evening Helen wants her to wear a leather collar, but nothing under her robe. “Only the shoes,” Helen says. “You’re to wear the highest heels without stockings.”

Laura carefully makes up her face, using a dark red lipstick and a matching rouge on her cheeks. She uses a lighter rouge for her nipples and the lips of her sex. She carefully applies some lubricating jelly to the outside and inside of her anus.

When she walks into the large ballroom where the entertainment will occur, she finds the room darkened, crowded with people in evening clothes. Several spotlights in the ceiling have been focussed on a raised platform covered with foam mattresses.

As she approaches the stage, she suddenly finds herself joined by three men wearing only loincloths. Now the crowd stares at them, stares at Laura and the three boys from Macao.

The boys help her climb onto the platform. The audience applauds politely as she removes the robe to exhibit her body.

Then, as they stand beside her, the boys remove their loincloths to expose their penises and buttocks to the crowd.

Polite applause again.

Laura quivers with excitement as she gazes at the cocks, two of them already erect and the third slowly rising to point upward with the others. The Chinese boys are lean, their buttocks firmly muscled, their balls drawn up tight at the base of each penis.

She goes to the men and she fondles them, caressing their balls and cocks, her fingertips running over each stalk to tickle it to its utmost extension.

Then she crouches and she takes the cocks in her mouth one after the other. Are the women in the crowd envious? Yes, she thinks so. She sucks at each glans, pulling at each bulb with her lips, running her tongue over the smooth flesh.

One of the boys lies down on his back and she mounts him. She hears the murmurs of approval in the crowd as she deftly fits the knob of the boy’s penis inside her vagina. She settles down on the cock, and then she leans forward to offer her breasts to the boy’s mouth.

Another boy moves behind her, and he crouches down to stroke her buttocks. She holds herself still as she waits for him, and in a moment she groans as she feels his penis pushing inside her lubricated anus. Her eyes closed, she lifts her head and she groans as she feels the stretching caused by the cocks in her two tunnels.

The third boy now straddles the head of the first boy, approaching her face, his hand holding his stiff cock. At that moment she glances at the audience, and a sudden shock passes through her as she sees Emilio.

Is it him?

Yes, it’s Emilio. He stands with a woman, one arm around the woman’s waist, his eyes on the platform.

Is he smiling at her?

She turns her eyes away. She pushes Emilio out of her mind. She turns her head to take the offered penis in her mouth.

They begin moving, the quartet of bodies on the platform moving rhythmically, slowly, the boys obviously skilled enough to make the act go on and on. She cares about nothing else, only this, only the pleasure of it, the movements, the flesh penetrating her body, the absolute ecstasy of her total submission.

Nothing else matters.

–End–