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the china girl - part 1
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Around two Fridays after my indoctrination into the Mistress’ coterie, I had parked my car and was returning home from work to start my weekend. As I tiredly strolled up to my apartment building, I spotted a black Mercedes sedan parked out in front along the street across from the entrance. I immediately recognized it belonging to Mistress R from her license plate number, something I made note the first time she had picked me up at the station. When I got to the front door, with no Mistress R waiting there for me, I assumed she had somehow managed to talk someone to let her inside. I lumbered up the flight of stairs to the second floor, where I lived in a room at the end of the hall, but again no Mistress R waiting outside my door.
As I approached my front door, I could smell the aroma of cooking coming from my apartment. I opened my door, now realising from the sounds of clattering pots and utensils someone was busy working away in my kitchen. I callout a cautious inquirng ‘Hello, is anyone here?’
‘Oh, hey boy! I’m sorry I let myself in…’ – it was indeed Mistress R. ‘When I told T and D I was coming out here this weekend to visit you, at your place, T gave me the spare key which you had given him.’
I walked into the kitchen and there was Mistress R boiling up pasta and some sauce on the stove. She looked halfway between knowing what she was doing and having no clue at all. I stepped in and took over the stove from her. She leaned over to my face, pecked me on my cheek, apologizing ‘I’m sorry, I hope you don’t mind – but I wanted to surprise you with dinner. T told me you like this type of pasta, so hopefully it turns out okay.’ – ‘I’m sure it will, it smells good so I assume it’ll taste just as good’.
Someone else barging into my private living space without my prior knowledge, I would have been pissed off by the violation. But I found myself both amused seeing Mistress R with an apron on trying to make me dinner, as well as flattered she had made the trip out to visit me as well as attempt to win my approval and favour with one of my favorite dishes.
As our meal wound down and we polished off the remains of the red wine bottle on the table, sitting at the small two-person table in my small dining room off the narrow but long kitchen, I asked her, ‘So what brings you out here in the backwaters to see me? Not that I am complaining, mind you. I had no plans this weekend and I hope you are planning to stay over’. She smiled and winked back affirmatively to my second question, before answering my first.
‘I wanted to talk to you about setting you up with your first prospective client.’ – ‘Okay, go ahead’ I replied as I finished pouring the bottle out.
‘I have someone in mind to break you in easy with, but she is also a close colleague from my daytime work at the office. I feel you are capable of handling her delicately, because she is a bit of a delicate flower.’
‘Her name is F, she is around 37 or 38 years old’. On hearing her name, I asked ‘She’s Asian?’ – ‘Yes, Chinese – from Hong Kong originally. She travels back there from time to time.’
Mistress R continued explaining. ‘She really needs some gentle care. For some years I have gone out for lunches and drinks after work, one on one, and listened to the poor girl lament and confide over and over about how terrible her romance and relationship life is. She has no confidence now with men, thinks she’s old and repulsive, and a few weeks ago she was telling me how she has not gotten laid in almost three years.’
I then butted in, ‘well... is she repulsive?’
‘No, I don’t think so. She is awkward and nerdy in her manner and perhaps could do more to make her plain self look more attractive or sexy in appearance, but she’s no dog if that’s what you are thinking. But I feel sorry for her, no one deserves to be lonely like she is.’
My curiosity was now sparked. I had never slept with an Asian woman but was now wishfully sizing this up as my first chance. I asked Mistress R, ‘How did I get involved with this?’
‘I trust her as she’s obviously opened up and confided personal details with me over the years, so I took her aside one day and told her I could help her have as much sex as she wanted – for a price. I then confessed to her what my night occupation was, and she promised to keep it our secret at work, and I told her to contact me outside of working hours if she were ever interested in what I could offer her. Well, earlier this week, she called my number, asking…’
By now I was uncorking a second bottle of French from my small wine supply as I took this all in, refilling our glasses.
‘So, how does this work from my point of view? – and I mean the sex part. Obviously, from the sounds of it, you already have it in your mind that you are thinking of lining her and I up, and if that happens then obviously we meet up somewhere, but with sex obviously on the table, does she initiate that or do I? You say she’s terrible with men, what happens if we meet and sit there looking at each other and nothing happens between us? Do I just say, “okay good night and good-bye” and leave?’
‘She knows full well you are there to have sex with her. Just work off the body signals she gives off and her feelings as if it were someone you were trying to pick up. Trust me, once you take the lead and start making moves on her, she’s not going to be pushing you away’. Mistress R then added, 'She knows you are there to pleasure her as part of the price'.
Mistress R then straighten up, took a sip from her glass, and continued with a quieter yet serious tone. ‘She is someone I consider a good colleague and a good friend at my day work. Why I am entrusting you with her is I feel you are relaxed and gentle enough to make her feel comfortable and satisfy her needs. And, this is work I’ll be personally grateful for.’
‘Does she know what I look like, have you described her to me, or are you just sounding me out first before telling her?’
‘Yes, I showed her some photographs of you – nothing from our club nights, just some plain regular photos I have snapped of you while we've been out and about, that I have shown her. She commented that she found you cute and I could tell from her reaction and response she had attraction to you. Or at least her hormones were starting percolate inside her. I will state that she is pretty vanilla, as straight and narrow person as they come, so I strongly suggest when you are with her, you just play your boy side up and leave all the goth, fag, and fetish stuff packed away and out of her sight.’
‘Well, okay then… here’s to making F a happy woman…’ as I raised my glass, and waited for Mistress R to raise hers, as we toasted.
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Posted on : Jan 13, 2022
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