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At the time I met Juliet, I wouldn't be able to predict the direction our relationship took. What started as a modest friendship between two college bachelors, evolved into a reciprocal love, linking a pair of kindred spirits. After months of getting to know each other's interests, we indulged ourselves in the carnal act of love, merging into one single self. "The little death," as many get to know it. How I desire to go back to such brighter days. As I write down these memories, I encounter myself with a lump in the throat knowing where this chronicle is headed.
From what I recall, the signs began to manifest in February of last year; or rather, how it is that I started this maddening descent to the surreal. It was a cold drive home on the main road, even without snow the air alone was freezing the tips of our noses. Nevertheless our time seemed to shorten thanks to our energetic conversation. We had just left a band performance in the downtown plaza. Was it rock or blues? I don't seem to recall. What I remember is the bright-eyed expression Juliet had while they were singing their tunes, as well as her amazement she expressed during our way home. I on the other hand was happy for her, even with my cold blue toes. She was the one eagerly waiting for those guys to come to town, I was a mere casual compared to her. When I couldn't contribute anything of value to that conversation, which was almost half the trip, I made up with jokes about whatever we were talking about. She giggled in response, despite how terrible they were. As the conversation started to die down, I parked in front of our home.
Juliet and I entered the house at lightspeed, wasting no time on the wintry outside. We were welcomed by a pleasant atmosphere, courtesy of our electric heater. As I bent to turn off the machine, Juliet wrapped her arms around my shoulders and started kissing my neck, each kiss getting near my right cheek. I knew how this would turn out, this was her way to ask if I wanted to. After setting the knob to the minimum power, I turned to see her to give her a long kiss. We were still going to need it for a little longer. Without a care in the world, we dropped our heavy coats on the lounge coach as we aimed for our bedroom. Our hands steadily toured the stretch of our bodies, looking for where to get rid of our clothes. We started with our tops, working our way to the bottoms, all while covering each other's faces with tender kisses. That day, it turned out to be a hassle thanks to the countless layers of clothing we were carrying on us. As we struggled to tear down the barriers between the two of us, an idea was creeping from the depths of my mind. I was trying to enjoy the moment, but the doubt was forming in my brain.
<i>Should I say it or should I not?</i> I debated myself. In the end, my courage outweighed my cowardice.
When we dug into the thermal underwear layer, I had to open my damn mouth.
"Jules?" I whispered.
"What is it?" she replied, but she didn't seem interested.
"Wait, stop," I said with more volume as I caressed her short red hair. "Please."
"Are you all right Henry? D-Did I do something wrong?" she asked as she backed away.
"What? No! Not at all. It's just... There is something I wanted to ask you."
"Oh, Henry," Juliet sighted as she spoke. "I love you, but this isn't the right time. We can barely keep up with the rent, and your parents aren't exactly open for a new memb..."
"Wait, that's not what I meant! It's about... what we were gonna do."
"Whew, thank goodness," Juliet wiped her hand across her forehead. "So... you want to try something new, huh? What do you have in mind?"
"I uhm..." I tried to put my mind together, but the words couldn't make it out of my mouth. "I think it's better if I show it to you. I'll be back in a minute."
As Juliet reclined on the bed with a puzzled look on her, I walked out of the bedroom straight to our storage room. After opening the white wooden door, I began to feel the wall in search of the switch.With a bit of light I was able to locate and open the hatch to the cellar. Funny, when we first moved in, not even the landlord wasn't even aware of its existence; it took us three months to notice the holes where the pulls are supposed to go. Eventually we cleaned up the place and used to keep our most valuable goods. Better than a bank if you ask me. After I descended through the wooden stairs, I pulled the chain of the light bulb to finally get a better view of the small cramped room. Despite taking time looking where to step, I found the small cardboard box I was looking for in a corner. Once I had it in my hands, I turned down the lights and made my way with Juliet.
With her "present" in my hands, I got back to the room with my beautiful girlfriend on the brink of falling asleep. Only the sound of my footsteps was enough to open her wide brown eyes, pondering what secret her partner had kept from her. She wasn't prude as some people would assume, but her interests were always considered "vanilla," far from a deviant. That's why before opening the box, I sat in front of her and asked: "Jules, if you don't like what is inside, just tell me. I want you to be comfortable, don't do it because I told you to."
"Henry, relax," she replied as she held my hand. "You don't need to warn me. I won't think bad of you; we are a couple, we are supposed to know each other." She looked me in the eyes and gave me an amiable smile, giving me some tranquility for my soul. "So, what's in the box?"
My hands were gripping the edge of the box, looking for the hidden plans; in no time, Pandora's box was open, and its contents fell on our bed. On the cotton sheets, a mass of latex no bigger than a shoe was in front of our eyes. Its matte black color contrasted tremendously with the challenge of the bed, as if a hole had opened up in the center of the earth. I took one of the rubbery folds at one corner, revealing to Juliet the shape it possessed. What began as a black strip of a little more than half a meter, ended with five appendages of different sizes. As I held the material with one hand, I picked up the second fold to reveal it as the former's twin.
"So, what do you think?" I asked with a little nervousness, fearing a negative reaction from her. My mind was already thinking the worst case scenario when she burst into laughter. It took her a couple of seconds to regain her composure and finally talk about her feelings.
"Oh, Henry. You act all so mysterious, giving cryptic warnings and what not. You make yourself look like something of a serial killer show, and for what? This?" She said as she pointed to the gloves. " Baby there are at least a million people into this kind of stuff, and most of them on a major level. You don't have anything to be ashamed of. Now, let me see."
Relieved from a heavy weight of uncertainty and fears, I helped Juliet to put on the right glove. With my two hands I opened the cuff, and she tried to fit her hand through the hole. Inside the fabric, she squirmed her hand looking for where to put her fingers. Now fitting the palm, I extended the long piece of latex until it surpassed the elbow, sealing the skin under the cloth so tight the arm had a more beefy look. "How do you feel?" I asked her as she looked at her hand.
"Kind of weird. The only thing I feel is the material all the time. My arm is hot right now," she observed as she moved every limb covered by the black material. "I think we need to prove them both on." Just as I was preparing the second glove, Juliet stopped me, "I'll try myself. I'm gonna make myself comfortable in the bathroom. Better get ready," she said as she gave me a flirtatious look, and went to the bathroom.
The moment Juliet closed the bathroom door, I started undressing on the bed. We had already danced this tango several times in our relationship, we were a bit experienced in the choreography. As for physical appearance, we are not frowned upon (we took care of ourselves to a minimum), but we were far from being like the couple in a soap opera. Rather we have a complexion to go unnoticed among the crowd. A couple of normal faces with an average shape, nothing that makes us stand out from the others. Having already shed my clothes, I covered myself with the blanket to wait for my girl.
Five minutes after I covered myself, a soft voice came from the bathroom.
"Are YOU ready?"
"Yeah, I am."
Once the door fully opened, my sight got completely lost at what I was witnessing. In front of myself, a 5 feet tall figure resembling what I considered a goddess stood with such elegance in her flesh. Her legs were firm but at the same time fine, such as the sculptures erected at the park. The expression on her face full of desire was only emphasized by the reddish waves of hair sounding her face. The nipples from her small breast were rock solid, looking for some heat source to relieve themselves. And the coup de gras, leaning on the doorframe, were her slim arms covered by latex, contrasting her pale white skin. With such a sight, I got pretty excited, and she knew.
With a slow and steady pace, Juliet approached me to my bed. She climbed on top of the blanket and crawled her way over me. On her way she noted the bulge formed where my crotch was, and kept a hand near there. Once we were face to face, she caressed me with her right hand; the touch of the rubbery material gave me some spasms, even though it was a cold material my body got warm at the touch of it. Juliet inclined her head a little bit and we started kissing for a while, without separating our lips for a moment.
Suddenly I felt cold, the blanket was no longer on top of my body. The next thing I knew was the feeling of a latex hand rubbing my crotch. The movement started slow but then it got more firm, teasing me with some great sensations. I returned the favor by placing my left hand on her labia giving her the same treatment I was getting. Just as I felt getting stiffer, I put two of my fingers inside of Juliet's pussy and went in-and-out of her. When she started to moan, she grabbed my dick and started to jerk me off. We went on for a couple of minutes, but for us it seemed as time stretched between each thrust.
"Henry, stop," said Juliet as she battled to get the word between every gasp. Just as I let go of her, she released her grasp from my rock-hard member.
After taking a breath or two, Juliet settled herself to be on my crotch; as she lowered her pelvis, she let out a moan louder than the previous ones. She leaned over my head, never breaking eye contact with me. Her latex covered arms were within my reach, I could almost smell the material. Without notice, Juliet started to go on with me, moving up and down her hips like a wild cougar. At the beginning she was slow but as time passed she picked up speed, longing for the next move. As she was getting tired but not satisfied, I grabbed her ass and helped her. Her thighs were getting sweaty so I had to grip with more force to not let go. We were in an avalanche of ecstasy, the pleasure was only rising. The world around us became nothing, the cold was barely a memory of a distant past. We existed as one in a sea of darkness, giving and receiving. The only thing that accompanied us was our voices expressing the joy, getting louder and louder in an arrhythmic piece. And in just an instant, both our hearts stopped beating. A massive wave of delight traveled from our feet to the head. The sweet release finally came to close the curtains to this magnificent evening.
We lay side by side staring at the ceiling, still exhausted from our little experiment. As I turned my head to her side, she looked at me with one of the biggest grins I've seen from her.
"I... loved it."
"That's great... They look... great on you."
"I know it... but I want to take them off now... it already gets pretty hot..."
"Don't worry, let me help," I said as I was pulling the gloves from the tip of her fingers. "But you know, I wouldn't mind them the next time."
"I'll give it a thought. I may get used to them," she said to me with a small smile, trying to look down.
We finally called it a night, took a hot bath, and went to sleep with no problem. How I wish things had stayed that way. All because I handed him that damn box.
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Two hearts beating, the only sound, the slight yet relaxed rhythmical breathing of two souls in the half light afforded by the red numerals on the digital clock. In another time it would have been the muted mechanical ticking of a mantle clock or grandfather clock that tapped out the time in a comfortable yet strangely familiar beat. In this digital age it would appear that this would be a poor substitute yet at the same time this is a warm, embracing and friendly light that softens the darkness, and enhances the warmth.
Two lovers lie embraced closer to each other than the air that surrounds them, limbs entangled in a soft embrace that just whispers contentment and security and breathes safety. The rhythmic rise and fall of their chests belying the deep level of relaxation that surrounds each separately and of them together. Not a line of stress, not a trace of tension anywhere to be found. This bed in this room like a safe harbor protected from the ravages of the outside waters of the world- where currents and waves rage against the rocks of the outer reef.
Safe, warm, heavy and relaxed, and they both know this feeling from many times before so they know that they can achieve this ultimate state of being again and again by merely melting into each other.
The soft flickering of the red digits on the clock seems to beat out the timing of the George Michael song softly playing on the player as the sweet melody swirls, surrounds and caresses their nakedness, like an old friend keeping watch around them protecting them from the dark.
He stirs, slowly but deliberately raises up onto one elbow making sure not to disturb so that he may better see the face of his partner, who sleeps. The fine features outlined by the soft light reflected off the walls. He reaches out and with an outstretched palm he traces the soft cheek, never touching the skin but imparting heat and some of his own personal energy to the sleeping girl. Slowly past the cheek, a finger traces the line of her lips and over her chin across her gently rising chest, with his lightly cupped palm coming to rest less than an inch from the shoulder closest to him. She moves imperceptibly as if she senses the "near touch", maybe it is just the tingle of closeness that disturbs. Down over the gentle shoulders along the arm to the hip that has been gently pushed back to meet his as they lie spooned together.
Gently, ever so softly the palm descends and touches skin, electric like pulses gently surge up through his arm and he is sure it touches his heart. His breath quickens and he trembles at the touch of her. The promise of her softness permeates the air.
She moves without opening her eyes yet her lips part slightly and the breath she has held escapes with a low, sensual sigh. Moving his hand as if it were resting on a bed of fine silk he traces her hips, her soft stomach and her upper thighs. The site of their earlier lovemaking is still sensitive to even the lightest touch. She moves more and turns to allow his hand greater access to those parts of her that cry out for passionate and tender touch leading to her ultimate release.
She too now feels the electricity between them, not great like a surge but gentle and undulating like a low charge traveling just under the surface of the skin. She sighs and rolls her head back, arching slightly as she becomes pleasantly yet agonizingly aroused to his hand. She wants to be touched to be held and to be loved more than she can say but at the same time she wants to postpone the inevitable joining so as to make it last all that longer. To terminate such a glorious feeling too soon would be a sin.
Perceiving her arousal his breath quickens, he wants to move his hands quicker but his heart won't let him. It slows his movement to draw out the pleasure he is both getting and giving from this intimate touch. He never wants it to end and yet he craves fulfillment.... Such is the circularity of human contact. They're moving both together and separately in a dance of sensual expression. He finds her centre and traces the outline of this exquisitely designed chamber, taking care to use just a single finger to plant his energy wherever he touches -- lightly, lovingly with care and deliberation. She rises to his touch and the feelings swell from her love centre up through her body making her breasts swell and tingle, forcing a smile and a "grimace" at the same time to crawl across her face -- Such sweet ecstasy should never end, and she breathes out a low sigh that eloquently speaks of pure sensuality.
Hips and legs rubbing slowly together breathing in syncopation he draws his face close to where he has just touched and ever so softly lays a trail up the inside of her thigh which she has just slightly moved apart in invitation to this gentle invasion. The soft insistent tongue finds its way to the object of his desire, the sweet and fragrant centre of his lady who lies open and desirous in front of him. A taste of sweet nectar! The fragrance intoxicating his mind he delves deeper until he finds her sensual center and there he pays homage to her deepest self. Bewitched by her gentle undulating movements, her deep sighs and urgent breathing he is urged on to finding her deepest desire, then as if almost by surprise she stiffens and arches her back pushing back onto his tongue and is released. The moment savored by both, encircled by heavy breathing and trembling fingers and arms. Holding each other so close that they almost become one. A trembling gasp escapes her lips and is captured by the night, as it travels around the room until it reaches his ears, he has delivered his gift, she has accepted it.
Her eyes never opened, not a word was spoken, it was not needed, the conversation was as complete as it could have ever been with everything having been said and nothing voiced.
Two hearts beating, the only sound, the slight yet relaxed rhythmical breathing of two souls in the half light afforded by the red numerals on the digital clock. Love disturbs, love pacifies, love speaks.
00:00 and the red digits flicker slightly to the beat of the song by Chris De Burgh gently ushering out this act of love .....the music swells, grows and fades as the night once again takes possession of this dance of love...
"Where peaceful waters flow<br> Restless hearts, it has been a long time, <br> Out here on the journey, for a glimpse of paradise, <br> It's getting hard to find a place to go, <br> Where peaceful waters flow;.....
.....And if you don't know by now, you never will, <br> Only love can find the door, <br> If you could see it now, it's in your hands, <br> Only love can reach the shore...."
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Ralph is quite a strange husband: his wife Cora is lesbian, and he has assented to let her have lesbian affairs -- and after several one-night stands, she's settled with a longtime friend named Naomi.
Ralph has never meddled with Cora's lesbian relationships, although he sometimes complain that Cora could have more sex with him, and has joined an LGBT association in order to gain both some understanding about his wife's mindset and get some support, as there isn't a "Straight Spouse Network" chapter in his city.
As in most gay associations, there is a group of drag queens who once ask him to join: he's a good actor, and his experience both in his marriage and within the LGBT association has taught him about "gender bending" and "queer theory" more than all Judith Butler's books.
He accepts the invitation, and this very evening he asks Cora some advice about impersonating a woman. Cora laughs at first, but when she sees Ralph wearing a 48K bra with a couple of fake tits in it, and behaving with her the way he often saw Naomi do, she becomes serious and even somewhat intrigued.
So she goes shopping with him and helps him choose some good dresses, stockings, even make-up; when it's the briefs' turn, she has to enter the dressing room with him and help him choose a model which doesn't squeeze his genitalia too much.
When they've found the best fit, she hands him the lacy bra with the fake tits, and after he has donned it, she kneels down and administers him an unforgettable blowjob. When they're done he asks her, "How could you do that?"
"Darling, when you impersonate a woman you're so convincing that I could even forget you've got a dick and not a twat."
"Wonderful! I've often complained that most evenings you spend with me are sexless. Do you think that if I dressed and behaved like a woman while we are in bed you could ..."
"... Let's pay and come home NOW," Cora says.
Cora has always enjoyed sex with Ralph, but being licked first and then penetrated by him while wearing female lingerie and these enormous breasts gave her the greatest orgasm with a man -- somewhat comparable to Naomi-induced ones.
"Will you come to our show?" asks Ralph while hugging and cuddling Cora, and she answers, "Sure, honey, together with Naomi".
The show is a success, with a group of drag queen marching at the tune of the most famous marches of John Philip Sousa, and Ralph brings the house down by wiggling his real ass and fake tits at the drumbeat of "Semper Fidelis".
Cora laughs heartily, Naomi, who has been a Marine, splits her sides with laughter, while others in the audience don't appreciate the parody, but clap at the performers anyway.
After the show they walk home, with Ralph still cross-dressed between Cora and Naomi and embracing them; Naomi tells him, "You've been really brave. It takes a lot of courage to ridicule all the patriotic myths we Americans have been raised with."
"Only an ex-Marine like you knows their true value," Cora notices, and Ralph says, "My original intent was to mock you, Naomi, but when you started laughing I realized that we shared the same opinion about militarism and botched wars. So we ended up with laughing together at the same bullshit."
"I wouldn't have chosen both of you as my partners," Cora remarks, "Hadn't you shared my opinion on some fundamental issues."
Naomi giggles, and tells Ralph, "Cora has told me that you're going to be a cross-dresser in her bed," and Ralph answers, "She likes it so much! Sorry, Naomi, I love Cora as well."
"It's the first time you say that, Ralph," Naomi notices, "Perhaps you're more than a cross-dresser, and that's why you're so appealing to Cora when you pass as a woman."
"What if I share the bed with you both tonight?" Cora asks.
Ralph says, "I'd like to, but I don't know Naomi's opinion."
Naomi replies, "I don't like threesomes, but if Cora alternates between you and me, we could do that -- by the way, you deserve a prize for amusing me tonight."
Ralph says, "Ok, let's eat something. There is a good restaurant nearby, and they won't mind my cross-dressing".
When they're at home, Cora serves Ralph first, while Naemi sits on a chair near the bed and watches them.
Ralph first undresses himself, but keeps the bra, the fake tits, the garter and the stockings; then slowly undresses Cora and after kissing her in the mouth (something that hasn't been done for several months), sucks her tits, then rims her (thoroughly washed) butt, then licks her twat and eats her clit.
After her double orgasm, Ralph's cock is really hard and can fuck Cora, which takes it in gladly, and squeals as if she couldn't have enough of it -- Naomi too is amazed at Cora's enjoyment, and can't help fondle herself while watching.
Once Ralph has come, Cora asks him to lick her twat clean, and Ralph does that, making her come again; Cora then rewards him by letting him suck her tits again.
Once Ralph is satisfied, it is Naomi's turn, who begins by licking Cora's twat and sucking her tits; then Cora sucks Naomi's tits and clit, and they agree to a 69 which leaves both satisfied and pleased.
Once they're done, they sit on Ralph's thighs and hug him; Cora remarks, "It's a pity these tits aren't real," and Naomi adds, "We could spend the whole days fondling and sucking them!"
"How about my cock?" worriedly asks Ralph, and Naomi answers, "It's just a detail," and Cora adds, "An amazing detail," while stroking it.
Then Cora says, "I've often fantasized about nursing two women at the same time; I could do that with you both, couldn't I?"
Naomi and Ralph look at each other and agree -- so it's their turn now to sit on Cora's thighs and suckle her breasts while their hands tickle her twat and Cora's hands massage Naomi and Ralph's genitalia.
Naomi and Cora easily come, Ralph holds himself back, as he's afraid to smear Naomi with semen and get her pregnant.
Naomi and Cora exchange place -- and it's Cora that tickles her husband's cock; then Ralph proposes, "If you really love my tits, why don't you suck my nipples?"
Cora welcomes the proposal, Naomi is somewhat dumbfounded, but she eventually accepts; Ralph removes all his garments, and discovers that even men can appreciate being suckled; moreover, Naomi dares touch Ralph's dick while suckling, so Ralph too can appreciate double stimulation.
The following evenings the script is perfected: a third of the night Cora makes love with Ralph (and Naomi sleeps alone), another third Cora makes love with Naomi (and Ralph is asleep), the last third the family reunion is celebrated -- Nora never has sex with Ralph, but loves fondling Ralph's dick as if it were a kitten, and nursing him together with Cora.
Such a sex life goes on for months, and Noemi eventually moves in; so Ralph talks to an endocrinologist.
"If I'm not mistaken," the doctor says, "You want female breasts and a functional penis at the same time."
"Yes, you're right."
"Hormones may never do that. The only way to have your cake and let your wife eat it is to have breast implants."
So the next appointment is with a plastic surgeon, who removes all of Ralph's hair below his eyelids, feminizes his face, removes the extra fat from his belly, and implants breast prostheses -- so his breasts grow from 48AA to 48M.
A few months later Ralph goes back to the endocrinologist.
"What's the matter now?"
"I'm apparently lactating."
"Tell me the truth ... haven't you taken some hormones?"
"No ... not to my knowledge."
"This is either a consequence of liver failure ... or of somebody's adding prolactin to your diet."
After a couple of weeks, the guilty party is found: once Ralph asked a pharmacist to mix all the drugs he has to take into a morning and an evening pill -- Cora has been adding prolactin to the pills; constantly sucking his nipples on top of his enormous boobs has done the rest.
"Do you really want to stop lactating, Ralph?" the endocrinologist asks, and he answers, "I'll do that until my women appreciate it."
The endocrinologist then prescribes prolactin to Cora and Naomi too, so they may start an Adult Nursing Relationship among themselves and with Ralph.
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A Gay Pride is being organized, and the chairpersons of the Lesbian and of the Gay association are in a quandary: both male and female Pride-goers are an odd number, and the hotel they're going to spend the night in charges ludicrous amounts for single bedrooms.
"We may ask the hotel to put an additional bed into two bedrooms, in order to accommodate for these two participants," the chairman suggests, but the chairwoman replies, "No dear, we women aren't into threesomes."
"But we can't make them sleep into the same bedroom! You know that Ryan is just gay-friendly, and a self-avowed breast-worshipper!"
"But he has also been claiming that his dearth of sexual activity has eventually made him impotent. Even though Margolis has the largest bust in our association, he may not be able to harm her."
"What if he takes Cialis before going to bed?"
"What if he's taken by surprise and he can't?"
"He may get angry at us."
"We're supposed to be his friends, not his matchmakers. He'll understand."
"Will Margolis understand?"
Margolis actually understands, but she asks, "Should I wear iron panties?"
"Cream panties would be better," the chairman answers, "Since he's lactose intolerant, he may not lick them away."
So the chairpersons pretend that Margolis is to sleep with the chartered bus driver (who is supposed to be a woman), and Ryan alone -- lest he may disturb the scheduled orgies :-)
In the meantime Ryan receives an important e-mail: his application as a sperm donor has been accepted, and as he sees that one of the sperm bank branches is located in the same city he's going to for the Gay Pride, he thinks, "Wonderful -- I can take advantage of the Gay Pride to save a train ticket."
When the party goes to the Pride, the bus driver is actually a male, and when Ryan has to buy an antihypertensive drug at a pharmacy, the chairwoman warily follows him pretending she has to buy some sanitary towels -- but as a matter of fact she's checking which drugs he's really buying.
But, curiously enough, Margolis is sitting beside Ryan in the bus, and cheerfully talks with him.
They talk about gender studies, literature, psychology, history, library science, art and queer artists like Michelangelo, Raffaello, Leonardo, and the like.
When they stop at a motorway restaurant, Ryan invites her to a coffee, and she accepts -- but Margolis only displays sympathy and friendship.
When they arrive at the hotel, Margolis tells Ryan, "I have something to fix at the reception -- you can go to the bedroom, have a shower and go to bed in the meantime".
Ryan wonders why does she speak as if he shared the bedroom with him, but says nothing; once he's done with his personal hygiene, he gets into the double bed with just his boxer shorts on -- it's summer, and he thinks he'll sleep alone.
A few minutes later, Margolis enters, and Ryan says, "Darling, you must have entered the wrong room".
"No, Ryan," Margolis smiles while sitting on the bed and showing him the chip card, "This is our room."
"Oh! Welcome here. Had I known that, I wouldn't have let you see me nearly naked."
"I'm a doctor. Naked people don't upset me."
"But, why did you pretend that you were going to sleep elsewhere?"
"Because we didn't want you to take harmful medication in advance."
"Which medication?"
Margolis giggles, nears to his ear, pressing her breasts against his shoulder, and says, "Cialis."
Ryan giggles in turn and says, "Margolis, I'm only telling you once: Cialis is unnecessary to make love with you. But since you don't want it, I won't ask for it".
"I hope you'll keep your word. Ok, it's time to have a shower and have a good night's rest."
It won't be a good night's rest for Ryan: Margolis hasn't brought a nightgown to wear, and her lacy underwear lets Ryan take a good look at her curves -- he even musters the courage to ask, "Margolis ..."
"What's the matter?"
"Can I ask your bra size?"
"The chairwoman has just lost her bet. She thought you would never ask."
"Sorry."
"42J. What are you doing with that?"
"Nothing. Just fantasizing."
"Good night."
"Have you ever slept with a man?"
"I'm gender-blind. Actually, I have, but I don't classify people into 'males' and 'females'. What about you?"
"Just with women."
"Have you ever had a long-lasting relationship with them?"
"No. I'm unable to connect with women."
"A short-term relationship? Or just a fling?"
"I've had some. But I'm now despairing to find my soul mate."
"You may find her. But telling everybody that you are so sex-starved that you can't have an erection without Cialis won't help."
"I don't think I could be a good partner or a good parent."
"I don't know. Sorry I can't be more helpful."
"Thanks a lot for listening."
"You're welcome, Ryan."
The cellphone alarm goes off, and Ryan tells Margolis, "I'm sorry, Margolis, but I have an appointment now. I have to dress and then take a cab."
"Do you have to meet a woman?"
"Not really. I'm going to donate semen."
"What?"
"I'll tell you later. I must be at the sperm bank in time. Take care."
"I lied. My actual bra size is 40K. You can look at it yourself," Margolis says while removing her own bra and handing it over to Ryan, and keeping her tits and nipples in full sight, with hands on hips.
Ryan puts the bra between his eyes and her boobs, avoiding to obstruct his line of sight, barely manages to find the label on the bra back and reads, "Yes, you're a 40K. I wish you were my wife!"
"Go and discharge your duty, private Ryan!" Margolis says, while nearing him, taking the bra from his hands, and rubbing the tits against his arms.
Ryan does just that, and when he comes back, after one of the biggest orgasms in his life, he finds Margolis in bed, but still awake, perusing her mail through an iPad 2.
"Has everything gone OK?" she asks.
"Yes. Thanks for your help," Ryan says while removing all his garments except his boxer shorts.
"You're welcome. You give semen, I'm going to be inseminated as I want to bear a child. I felt bound to help you."
"Ah. Since you're bisexual, why don't you just seek a man?"
"Because I haven't found a man devoid of male-chauvinist crap so far. I can sleep with such a guy, but I won't trust my children to him. Better to raise them alone -- or with a suitable lesbian partner."
"And the main reason I donate semen instead of chasing woman is that I'm afraid I'll be a bad father."
"You might be better than most parents -- you admit you aren't perfect."
"Thanks. Which sperm donor did you choose from the catalog?"
"The one who impressed me most was a man whose body was far from outstanding, but revealed a lot of candor in his audio-interview -- and even took the pains to tell us which women he'd like to take his semen in."
"Semen donors aren't supposed to do that. They should only donate out of kindness, and a truly generous man doesn't mind who's going to profit from his alms."
"You're right, but such a 'kindness' is dehumanizing -- it's as if the man couldn't care less about the mothers his children will have, and he only regarded us as 'wombs'. My donor's fantasizing about the best mom somewhat moved me, and I decided to try him."
"When will you be inseminated?"
"Next week. Aren't you curious to know what has moved me?"
"I think I already know that. The donor said that he wasn't gay himself, but he was a committed LGBT activist; and since he'd been so unlucky as never to find his soul mate, he's giving all his heart, all his life, all his might to the LGBT movement in order to help people constrained by unjust laws and social homophobia to live a free and proud sexuality.
He admits that his temperament is really excitable, and therefore his offspring needs a balanced and nurturing family to thrive and reward their parents in terms of intelligence and empathy; he is not gay himself, but he may become gender-blind with time ..."
Maroglis is astonished and interrupts him, "... Since homosexuality is not less inheritable than intelligence, he needs an open-minded, witty, intelligent, learned mom -- and since he's also always hungry, a big bust would help a lot.
The best candidate would be a lesbian, or better, a butch, since he's attracted to them. Race and ethnicity won't mind, but he has a slight preference for Judaism, even though he isn't Jewish himself."
They end up the recitation of the interview by laughing and hugging each other; Margolis says, "I noticed that you weren't the stereotypical straight male, and more intelligent than most, even though I didn't realize that you were my favorite semen donor."
"And I'm the happiest man in the world: the woman closest to my soul mate ideal wants to bear a child with me!"
"And not necessarily through a test tube!"
"What you mean?"
Margolis removes Ryan's panties, strokes his dick and remarks, "It's quite big! And fully functional! You love big tits, I love large cocks also."
Ryan strokes her shoulders, her neck and her cheeks, bends her head upwards, puts his lips on hers and they have a French kiss.
As they hug, Ryan removes Margolis' bra, she removes her own panties and asks, "Are you hungry, naughty boy?"
Ryan doesn't answer; he kneels down and begins licking the hairy twat of Margolis, bringing her to pleasure, and making her lie on the bed; he spreads her legs wide open and penetrates her making her squeal of pleasure.
He has a very long fuse, and he keeps throbbing for more than an hour before ejaculating; when he does, Margolis hugs him and tells him, "You're better than most men and even some women I've slept with!"
"Perhaps because you're really attractive. I haven't met a woman prettier than you before -- not to speak about your intelligence, wit, open-mindedness. I've apparently described you in my ideal semen receiver curriculum!"
Margolis doesn't answer; she keeps kissing Ryan's body, and he eventually bends over her and begins sucking her right nipple. Margolis loves that, and as he arouses her by suckling, she fondles his cock really hard, until she says, "Make love again, and I'll let you suck my left nipple."
Ryan does that -- but his ejaculatory latence grows to two hours, and when he's done suckling Margolis' left tit it's half past midnight.
"I'd like to go on," Margolis says, "But a Gay Pride Parade is really tiring."
"Ok, Margolis," Ryan says, kisses her and they fall asleep hugging each other.
In the morning they have a shower, make love again, repeat the shower, and walk in the parade hand-in-hand; Margolis bears the poster, "Some women are lesbians -- get used to it," while Ryan bears, "I'm not lesbian -- my girlfriend is."
Lots of people giggle at Ryan and Margolis, who don't notice them, since they're busy talking about the children they're about to have together -- and the chairpersons of their LGBT associations wonder what has turned them into a couple.
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Don Bobore Tramatza is a Catholic priest who's been sent to a remote town in Sardinia to inspect Don Zuseppe Mendula's parish, as the latter feels guilty of squandering the religious capital of the town.
Don Bobore questions Don Zuseppe: "Zuseppe, I don't understand what are you complaining about. The last vendetta was carried out forty years ago, well before your tenure; during your tenure there have been no murder and no theft; only prepubescent children gossip, the local schoolchildren have the highest marks in the region and in the nation; the main street in town is as clean as the operating theatres in the provincial hospital ..."
Don Zuseppe: "Have you spoken with the pharmacist?"
Don Bobore: "No. What should she tell me?"
Don Zuseppe: "No contraceptives are bought here, no abortive pills are sold here, but nobody catches any STD, and the number of children per woman is well below the national average."
Don Bobore: "Do you fear that illegal abortions are being carried out?"
Don Zuseppe: "No. Nobody does anything like that. Apparently, every married woman uses 'natural contraceptive methods' ..."
Don Bobore: "You mean, she abstains from sex with her husband when she knows that he may get her pregrant."
Don Zuseppe: "Yes, but the efficacy of the method is nearing 100%. That every woman can reliably predict her fertile days is strange, and that she is never having sex with her husband during them is incredible."
Don Bobore: "I still don't see anything you should feel guilty over."
Don Zuseppe: "You know, Sardinia is the European Union region in which most women are on the pill. Anthropologists think that it's a relic of the ancient times in which Sardinians didn't believe in Christ, but in a female aquatic godhead."
Don Bobore: "There are three sacred wells within the town boundaries -- dating back to about 1,200 BC. Since Sardinians loathe moving, most women in town must be descendants of the ancient worshippers of the well deities."
Don Zuseppe: "Right. As I began my tenure, I felt it was abnormal -- our God is male, not female, and women are his creatures, not his creators."
Don Bobore: "You forget that Our Lord has been born by a woman. You shouldn't despise women."
Don Zuseppe: "You forget what Apostle Paul has said about them. By the way, you know that one of the reasons the Catholic Church supports 'natural contraceptive methods' is that they require cooperation between the spouses, while a woman can take the pill stealthily."
Don Bobore: "Sardinian women are too proud to act stealthily."
Don Zuseppe: "Anyway, I preached against the pill and urged them to adopt these methods. For years I had no success, and a parishioner game me the right idea: to create a prayer group for wives adopting natural contraception."
Don Bobore: "Prayer is always helpful."
Don Zuseppe: "The leader was a woman named Rut coming back from China. She'd studied Chinese there and came back after graduation. She now teaches English in a high school, and spends her free time with the women of the prayer group."
Don Bobore: "Is Rut married?"
Don Zuseppe: "No. It's strange that she has had so much success with married women who are less learned than her."
Don Bobore: "And she has persuaded them to replace the pill with natural contraception, hasn't she?"
Don Zuseppe: "Yes, and I don't know how."
The next day Don Bobore meets all the women in the group led by Rut, and he has a strange sensation: before becoming a priest, Don Bobore had a lively homosexual life, and even though his 'gaydar' is now somewhat rusty, he's positive that all the women in the group are actually lesbians.
They dress and behave like ordinary Sardinian women -- only an expert could detect their lesbianism; most of them are also mothers, so Don Bobore assumes that they can have sex with their husbands nonetheless -- but he wonders, "Who has taught lesbianism to them? Most lesbians can't even come out to themselves."
The woman who arouses most suspicions is obviously Rut. Don Bobore talks to her and thinks that she's a learned and smart woman, but she is also a covert "butch". He casually asks her, "What was the subject of your degree dissertation?"
"Marriage-resistance sisterhoods in Ninteenth Century Guangdong -- from an anthropological and gender-theoretical viewpoint," she answers.
"What you mean?" Don Bobore asks.
"A French feminist, Adrienne Rich, has written at length about female associations across the centuries -- as examples of female self-determination. I wanted to compare Chinese and Sardinian experiences in that regard," Rut replies.
"Adrienne Rich?" Don Bobore wonders. Don Zuseppe, who was a widower before becoming a priest, and couldn't conceive any other family beside the Sacred Family, didn't know her; but Don Bobore knew that Rich was more a lesbian than a feminist theorist, and phoned the Diocese librarian asking him to get hold of a copy of Rut's dissertation.
The dissertation was available online, at two websites, one belonging to Rut's university, the other to a lesbian association -- et pour cause: these Chinese sororities also provided for sexual relations among the associated women. Rich's concept of "Lesbian Continuum" applied equally well to the fraternities in China and to the Beguines in Christian Europe.
"The prayer group must be disbanded," Don Bobore told himself, "but I wonder -- why don't their husbands complain about the dearth of sex inflicted by their wives?"
He discreetly asks some husbands about their marital life, and one of them, Gonariu, is candid enough to answer, "Dear Don Bobore, I've little to complain about. When my wife Michela was on the pill, we never set aside time for sex; now we have a lot of it in the infertile days of her menstrual cycle."
"And during the fertile days?" the mistrustful Don Bobore asks.
"Once I went to the bar to drink beer and play cards; then I stopped drinking beer, and the mayor Cristina ..."
"The pharmacist?"
"Yes, the pharmacist. She has set up a theatrical group, and the energy we would otherwise spend in bed or drown in alcohol are used to play."
"Which plays do you perform?"
"We began with Shakespeare, and we're now performing Sophocles. As in ancient times, female roles are played by young males."
"Wonderful!" Don Bobore thinks, "After a prayer group rife with lesbianism we have now a theatrical group reeking of male homoeroticism. Don Zuseppe's insistence on natural contraception has been turning the parish into a branch of Arcigay [the foremost Italian LGBT association]!"
Don Bobore then asks Gonariu: "What does your wife do in her fertile days, or better, nights?"
"She doesn't love theater -- she usually cooks bread and weaves textiles with her closest girlfriends during these nights."
"Cooks and weaves? What do you mean?"
"Ah, you live in a big city and you may not know that most homes here have an oven to cook bread and cakes, and a loom to weave traditional fabric. Our wives cook a month's worth of bread during these nights, and weave carpets, curtains, and the like."
"But ... do you really think that your wives spend all their time kneading, weaving, baking and seaming?"
"They sleep together from time to time. They work hard, they need such rest."
"Candid but naïve," Don Bobore thinks, "His wife gives him whatever he likes in her infertile days, and thus buys his neglect of what she does in her fertile ones."
"My last question," Don Bobore asks, "Is your wife's menstrual cycle as regular as clockwork?"
"Since she's stopped eating meat and turned to a vegan diet, yes."
"You don't eat meat, do you?"
"No. The best seller drug in our pharmacy is brewer's yeast, to prevent vitamin B12 deficiency."
"Really?"
"We have a bank, a post office, a Carabinieri [military police] station, a public library here, but the butcher's has long been turned into a lingerie shop."
"It's strange. I've read that a vegan diet increases the likelihood of menstrual cycle disturbances."
"The old studies you may have read were rife with confounders. Once you compare non-vegan women with vegan ones, of similar health condition and lifestyle, you find that vegan women's menstrual cycle is stabler, once they've adjusted to the vegan diet."
"So you kinda live in the Garden of Eden," Don Bobore says.
"Yes! Ah, I have to thank the Catholic Church for a small thing."
"What thing?"
"You don't allow laymen to drink Holy Communion wine. Our wives have discovered that alcohol, tobacco and coffee make menstrual cycle unstable."
"Not to speak of firearms!" Don Bobore giggled.
"We only use them for self-defense. Meat increases aggressiveness, and as we stopped eating it we only regarded our rifles as weapons of last resort."
"What should we do?" Don Bobore wonders, "We've unwittingly created a community of saints, but apparently bisexual saints. Should we praise it, and tolerate the female lesbianism and male homoeroticism, or should we suppress it at the cost of increasing alcohol, tobacco, coffee consumption, the town's carbon footprint (as its inhabitants revert to meat-eating), and possible armed strife? What is wrong in what I've been taught?"
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The Israeli Opera Tel-Aviv-Yafo needs an assistant librarian, and Rachel enters the librarian's office to apply for the job. Leah, the chief librarian, attentively listens to her and peruses her résumé, but she suddenly feels a pang – Rachel may be lesbian!
Leah is bisexual and, like most non-heterosexuals, has developed a "gaydar" in order to detect people of a compatible orientation. It is quite useful, as her husband Reuven allows her to have extramarital relationships with women – as long as they don't endanger their consortium.
Rachel is really attractive – her breasts fit this biblical passage, "Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies", while Leah's body, somewhat older, fits this other passage, "I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favor".
Both women now know each other's secret, due to their "gaydars", and they also know that they are attracted to each other; Rachel feels somewhat sad, and Leah asks her,
"What's the matter? Your résumé is perfect and you may be fit for the job."
"It's quite dangerous to be one's supervisor's 'special friend'."
"You're right," Leah answers, "What if I don't hire you, but recommend you to another employer, so you'll have your job without being held in my leash?"
"Which employer?"
"The Israel Symphony Orchestra Rishon LeZion – they hire young musicians, and according to your resume, you're a good flute player."
In the afternoon, Rachel plays the flute in front of Yechezqel, the orchestra conductor, who says at last, "May I speak 'dugri' [honestly]? Your flute technique isn't up to our standards. You've probably spent too much time keying text and too less time practicing the flute. Even if you started practicing twelve hours a day, six days a week, it will take two years at least before you can have a chance to get hired by our orchestra – and I assume you need the job now."
"So there is nothing you can do for her?", Leah asks, and Yechezqel answers, "I'm lashing out at her flute technique, not at her musical talent. Her voice is intriguing, and I hope that ... Leah, can you take the score from the piano?"
"The 'Don Carlo'?"
"Precisely that! Open it at the 'Gran Finale' of the Second Act."
"Here you are."
"Rachel," Yechezqel asks, "Can you sing the aria, 'Sire! Egli è tempo che io viva.'?"
"Sorry, I can't read Italian."
"Sol-fa it!"
"It's for tenor. I'm a soprano!"
"Are we supposed to do anything easy here?"
"Obviously not. Things can be made in three ways: the right way, the wrong way, the Israeli way," Rachel jokes before sol-faing the song – and it does that remarkably well, pleasing both Leah and Yechezqel.
"It will take much less time for her to become an opera singer than a flute player," Yechezqel says, and Leah remarks, "Rachel, do you want to know what has Yechezqel had you sol-fa?"
"Why not?"
"Let me translate the aria: 'Sir! It's high time I lived. I'm fed up with leading a dark existence in this land! If God wants that your wreath will once crown my forehead, prepare Spain a King worthy of it! Give me Brabant and Flanders!'"
"It begins as a coming-out song!" Rachel says, and Yechezqel adds, "Right. We want to stage a Queer version of Giuseppe Verdi's 'Don Carlo', in which Don Carlo is actually a soprano ..."
"And that explains Elisabetta's inability to love Filippo," Rachel notices, "If she's a gold star lesbian, who can't persuade herself to love tenors, she's only willing to love another soprano."
"Right," Yechezqel said, "And which is the contemporary state that despises people lacking the required 'limpieza de sangre, purity of blood', and even the members of parliament they vote – and treats part of its territory as colonies inhabited by political and religious rebels to its sovereign authority, to be militarily crushed?"
"Er ... Israel?"
"Bull's eye!" Leah answers.
"So we can see Elisabetta as a hypostasis of the Diaspora," Rachel suggests, "Who feels the duty to love Israel, but can't because Israel is too jingoistic and male-chauvinistic for her taste – if it behaved in a more inclusive and feminine way, she could."
"And Don Carlo is 'Yisrael Acheret, The Other Israel' she can positively and lovingly relate to," concludes Leah.
"What about Rodrigo?," Rachel asks, "And Eboli, the princess who unrequitedly loves Don Carlo?"
"Eboli isn't just a stereotypical Jewish American Princess," Yechezqel notices, "She incarnates the conservative lobby, which is all too willing to compromise with those who purport to be in power and to wield it ruthlessly – kind of an AIPAC ante litteram."
"While Rodrigo is a 'lesbro', a male who behaves as if all lesbians were his sisters," Leah adds, "and represents the progressive lobby, like JStreet."
"In the original work, the relationship between Don Carlo and Rodrigo reeks of homoeroticism," Rachel says, "In a way, you haven't inserted homosexuality in the work – you've changed its form."
"Yes! The Grand Inquisitor represents our Foreign Minister," Yechezqel says, "And guess where are we setting the final scene?"
"Do tell me," Rachel asks, and Yechezqel giggles, "On Mount Herzl, obviously!"
"Whom are you raising from the dead in order to save Don Carlo?!?" Rachel asks goggling in amazement, and Leah answers, "Theodor Zeev Herzl – whomever else?"
Rachel titters, "I'm sure that your 'Don Carlo' adaptation will shake Israel more than the Fukushima earthquake-cum-tsunami has shaken Japan ..."
"... and the Israeli establishment more than the play 'Malkat Ambatya = The Queen of a Bathroom' in 1970!" Yechezqel concludes.
"Are you going to join the production?" Leah asks, and Rachel says, "Yes, I do."
The rehearsals are scheduled in the afternoon, so in the morning Rachel goes to the Opera Library to help Leah not only to sort the books and lend them to the musicians who need them, but also to install a new outstanding library software.
And in the afternoon Leah brings Rachel to Rishon LeZiyon for the rehearsals; Reuven, Leah's husband, has been introduced to Rachel, and has raised no objections over the relationship between his wife and her – he even regards Rachel as a nice friend.
He knows that whenever Leah makes love with a woman in the afternoon, she's also more sexually available to him in the night – so he doesn't complain; he too is allowed to have sexual relationships with women, but he's never sought them.
But even for Leah being allowed to have a relationship and actually enjoying it are quite different matters: women love long courtships, and even though Leah and Rachel feel doomed to sleep together sometime in their life, they want to enjoy all the transition between friendship and love.
The transition ends one evening, when Leah discovers that one of her car's tires is flat. She phones Reuven, who says, "Leah, I'm able to be here in half an hour, but ..."
"But what?"
"If I were in your shoes, I would tell Rachel that your husband can't help you and that you have to choose between a taxi and a hotel."
Leah giggles and tells Reuven, "You naughty boy! I'm afraid that Rachel won't forgive you!"
"You'll both thank me tomorrow! Good night!"
"Golden slumbers, darling," Leah says before hanging up, and booking a room for the hottest night of the season.
The next morning Rachel receives an SMS telling her, "Hey! Are you staying overnight in a hotel with other people? Avi."
"Who's Avi?" Leah asks, and Rachel answers, "A stalker. He keeps telling me that I'm beautiful and that I deserve a boyfriend like him, but I keep saying 'No'."
"Does he know that you're lesbian?"
"No. He hangs around with important haredi rabbis, who would ostracize me if they knew, and he would feel challenged to win me over. Better to still live in the closet."
"Why don't you report him to the police?"
"I tried to, but the police told me that he hadn't crossed any red line, so they could do nothing."
"No red line crossed? He knows your whereabouts. So he must keep watch on you! Report the message to the police!"
"He isn't just a stalker. When I met him first I shuddered as I felt that he was really wicked, and later I would learn that he might be a mobster."
"Gosh!"
"He is now behaving like his Sicilian colleagues – they warn whatever man nears the girl they covet that it is highly unadvisable to woo her."
"Luckily you're lesbian!"
"Yes, but if I came out of the closet, I would endanger all my girlfriends – including you!"
"A real quandary!"
"I don't think he will suspect you – if you like, we can continue meeting and staying together."
"I like. And my husband loves you too."
"Your husband?!?"
Leah giggles, "Don't worry, Reuven isn't asking you anything – and if he does, I'll divorce him. He only loves you as a friend."
"Whew! It wouldn't have been the first time a married women first had sex with me, and then proposed me a threesome with her husband."
"I love you, Rachel. I also love Reuven, but these feelings are separated and will be enacted separately. By the way, Reuven is now coming here and taking us to the Opera. Let's shower and dress."
When he arrives and takes them aboard, he asks them how did they spend the night; Rachel answers, "Your wife is like a good cup of coffee: hot, strong, and kept me awake all night!"
"As usual," Reuven smiles, but Leah tells him about Avi, and Reuven says, "The best plan is to meet at our home. When Rachel gets in, I go out."
"And Avi?"
"Nobody gets suspicious at two girlfriends visiting each other several times a week. Neither Avi, I hope."
The plan is approved, and for several weeks, whenever Rachel visits Leah, Reuven gets out with his iPad 2 and goes to a WiFi-equipped bar in Dizengoff street first, and then to a gay club in Rothschild Boulevard to meet his friends, play cards, and author the club website.
The trick works for months, until the henchman Avi has charged with keeping watch on Rachel tells his boss that whenever Rachel visits Leah, Reuven gets out after a few minutes – and Avi sees through it.
A few days later, on Ayalon Road, a Cadillac runs into the back of Reuven's Toyota, slamming it against a truck laden with concrete, and destroying the car. The airbags save Reuven from injury, but the Cadillac driver doesn't even care to ask Reuven how is he – he just throws his insurance company's and his own business card into Reuven's car, and instead of phoning the Magen David Adom for an ambulance, he callously remarks, "You've really been lucky. Had a concrete-laden truck smashed your car against mine, you wouldn't have gotten out uninjured!"
The Cadillac and truck driver have no criminal record, and the insurance is willing to buy Reuven a new car, but he fears that Avi is behind the accident, and he talks about it with his gay friends.
"Avi?" one of them asks, and another adds, "We know him. He loves to surround himself with beautiful women, but he's bisexual at least."
"Really?"
"He eats kasher, hangs on Dov Lior's every racist word, even has some settlements guarded, but he's a 'top' gay male who sanctifies the Friday Eve in Tel Aviv's saunas and darkrooms."
"Darkrooms?" Reuven asks.
"Yes. What are you scheming now?"
Some sex-toys named 'fleshlights' emulate a vagina, others a rectum, and some even a mouth. Reuven buys the last two, together with a live streaming infrared IP webcam, and he configures it in order to stream the movie to YouPorn via Wi-Fi.
Then he begins attending saunas and using the darkrooms; the first time the bartender titters, "What are you carrying in your backpack, Reuven?"
"Lots of condoms, bottles of lube, and even a first-aid kit, in case something goes wrong."
"Reuven, let's speak dugri," the bartender frowns, "You're quite fatty, and you won't cruise a lot of people. For all you need, a spectacle case will be enough."
Actually, the backpack contains the fleshlights, the webcam, a cellphone, a pair of infrared goggles, and a taser gun (the last two borrowed from a friend in the military); the bartender is right – Reuven isn't very attractive, but he has a few occasions to please people, not with his body, but with his fleshlights, taking advantage of the nearly complete darkness of the room.
The next Thursday evening, Avi enters Reuven's darkroom. Reuven wears the infrared goggles, and recognizes him, as Rachel has shown him a photo of Avi's.
Avi undresses and asks Reuven, "Are you 'top' or 'bottom'?"
"'Bottom', but it doesn't matter anyway."
"What do you mean?"
"Please, dress up. I don't feel like having sex with you."
Such refusals are rare in gay darkrooms, but even there 'No' means 'No'.
"Why?" Avi asks, and Reuven answers, "You smell strangely and ..."
Reuven seizes Avi's penis, palpates it, pretending he can't see in the dark, and says, "I'm afraid you have condylomata. Sorry, I'm not going to have sex with you."
Avi gets angry and says, "You lie! I've even been inoculated against Papillomavirus!"
"Sorry, I've said 'No'."
Avi gets incensed and says, "I'm not here to be poked fun at! Now you take my cock into your ass!"
Reuven takes a cellphone, clicks a button, and says, "Hello, police?"
Avi assaults Reuven, tightens his hands around Reuven's neck and tells him, "You may not have a cellphone in this darkroom, as it is forbidden by the club regulations! Stop bantering me! You won't have safe sex with me – you will perform a blowjob and even swallow my come!"
"As per your wishes," Reuven says feigning surrender – but he takes the fleshlight that emulates a mouth, and slips it on Avi's penis; then takes a step backwards, grasps the taser, and shoots Avi.
A taser immobilizes its target until the electricity is cut off – and to prevent the taser battery from running down, Reuven plugs the charger in.
Then he takes the cellphone he was actually using, talks to the police, and when he hangs up, he tells the still painfully immobilized Avi, "You'll pray for the police to come to your rescue soon!"
The infrared camera has uploaded everything, and a few days later a haredi rabbi visits Avi, who is still in hospital, because tasers aren't as harmless as the manufacturers claim, and shouts, "That you regularly cruise gay people can be tolerated – but that you even cruise people who read 'Haaretz', as the movie in the darkroom shows, is intolerable!"
But the movie doesn't just show that: while the meantime Israeli police is pressing charges against Avi for assault and attempted rape, a team of Interior Ministry officials keeps reviewing the clip, and then concludes, "Avi is uncircumcised – but he claimed he was Jewish when he entered Israel. So he obtained Israeli citizenship under false pretences, must be stripped of it and deported to his home country."
So a mob gang is dismantled, Rachel feels free to come out of the closet, she and Leah keep enjoying each other's company, some women are attracted by Reuven after hearing of his act of bravado, and the 'Queer Don Carlo' is staged by the Israeli Opera Tel-Aviv-Yafo – drawing the ire of the Israeli right and the praise of the Israeli left, but manages to last a whole season, not just the 19 repeat performances 'Malkat Ambatya, The Queen of the Bathroom' lasted in 1970, and some opera houses abroad even buy the rights to perform this particular adaptation.
We don't know what Verdi and Herzl may think of it – but they both loved freedom and penned it out for their peoples.
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After careful tests, Chaim, a professor of physics at the Hebrew University in Jerusalem, is now satisfied that his time machine is reliable enough for human use.
He's pretty content with his life -- he has just made the most important discovery in history -- but he has a small regret: although he still loves his wife Bruriah as much as he did the day he married her, age has made her less attractive - there is some cellulite on her buttocks, her breasts are now sagging, and there are a few wrinkles too many on her face.
He's never thought of divorcing her -- and he concedes that aging has made Bruriah all the wiser -- but sex with her has become difficult, and he thinks that the best solution to this quandary is to use the time machine to meet his wife in the past, as a young woman, and to make love with her.
To prevent meeting his former self, not just his wife, he programs the time machine in order to remove his past self into an alternate reality before bringing himself to the past -- once he's back to his own time, the past self will also be brought back to its own.
Chaim and Bruriah got married in 1980, and he goes back to that time, about a week after marriage. When he comes home, Buriah doesn't recognize him and asks, "Who are you?"
"I'm Chaim, your husband, and I can prove it."
"How? He's much younger and leaner than you!"
"Compare my fingerprints with the ones I sealed our engagement agreement with -- because fingerprints can't be disowned, especially since I had them taken in 1976 when joining the military."
Bruriah does that, and concedes that Chaim is her husband. He in turn tells her about the time machine he has eventually built, thus reassuring her that all the sacrifices she's going to make and the hardships she's going through will eventually be worth the while.
They speak a lot, eat supper and eventually go to bed; since Chaim has taken a Cialis pill before time travelling, his sexual performance is outstanding - but Bruriah is exceedingly pleased that her husband, even though he can meet scores of young female students from all over the world at university, still prefers her to them.
Next morning, when he wakes up, he notices that Bruriah's home is somewhat dirty and cheaply furnished -- and he remembers that in 1980 they couldn't even afford a vacuum cleaner and a dishwasher.
So he thinks that he should financially help his wife; and he also thinks that if her hardships will be relieved, she will be probably prettier in her old age -- so helping her becomes of paramount importance.
He shares the project with her, and tells her, "I can't give you money, because Israeli coins and notes in 2011 will be different -- but I can bring you food, books, and so on, so you may save the money for other expenses"
"Chaim, I badly need a vacuum cleaner; can't you bring me one?"
"Power plugs will be different too, sorry."
So Chaim begins to time commute in order to supply Bruriah with food, detergents, and even books -- because she loves to read, and because some of the books the young Chaim needs for his studies aren't available at the University Library, and he can't afford to buy them.
So the living standards of Bruriah's family improve, and Chaim's academic performance too.
In 1985 Israel changes currency; 1985 notes are no more in use, but some coins still are, and Chaim goes back to September 1985 with a suitcase filled with 10,000 1 Sheqel coins.
"Sorry, they're the biggest denomination that could be brought back from 2011 to 1985. I hope that you'll spend them well."
"Yes. Tomorrow I'll pay off the auto loan -- you've got an internship at the Ben Gurion University at Beersheva, and you can't go there by train."
"I remember. The car will be all the more useful, as you'll find a job there, so we'll be able to travel together."
"Will we always show up in time at work?"
"No, darling. We will often stop under a tree and ... you know what will happen."
"Will we have children? Even though I make love every day, with either you or my current husband, I never conceive."
"We'll discover that I'm sterile due to something that happened to me while in the military -- sorry, it is still classified, I can't tell you more."
Bruriah weeps over that disclosure and asks, "Is there a remedy?"
"I should come back to before joining the IDF, and make love with you. But we hadn't met yet, and I could only succeed by raping you."
"Don't even think about it!"
"Don't worry, I've already ruled out that."
The next day Bruriah goes to the bank and hands the suitcase to the cashier. He opens it, pours the coins into the coin counter, and then hands the 10,000 Sheqel receipt to Bruriah.
She then goes to the director's office and hands him the receipt to pay off the debt. While she's signing the papers, the cashier calls the director and tells him, "Sir, there is something strange. She's deposited apparently regular coins, but with future dates stretching to 5771-2011! What shall we do?"
"Forward these coins to the Bank of Israel!"
The Bank of Israel labs confirm what the cashier has said: they're regular Bank of Israel coins, but with future dates; the labs director asks her researchers to sort them by date, and to check with a magnifying glass whether the earlier the dates on the coins, the more worn out they are -- he's right: the ones that bear the earliest dates are the most tarnished and worn out.
These coins are a serious issue for the Governor of the Bank of Israel, especially because he remembers that Hitler tried to undermine the British and American economies during World War II by forging millions of enemy banknotes, and he fears that Israel's enemies are copycatting the Fuehrer, so he alerts the Mossad.
The Mossad chief plays down this hypothesis: forging 1 Sheqel coins actually costs more than 1 Sheqel per coin -- so nobody's interested in that. And even if somebody were, why should he forge coins with future dates, thus exposing them as forgeries? There must be another explanation.
The Governor replies that a forger may have released these coins to prove his worth and blackmail the Israeli government -- and this blatant forgery of coins may be followed by the issuing of flawlessly counterfeit coins, or even notes, if the Government doesn't stop him.
The Mossad chief rejoins that flooding Israel with counterfeit coins wouldn't harm it that much, and the forger would soon stop because he would only lose money; moerover, since minting coins and printing notes use very different technologies, being able to forge a coin doesn't prove one's ability to forge notes. If a forger wanted to showcase his prowess, he wouldn't have behaved as such.
The Governor is unconvinced, and brings the issue to the Prime Minister's office. Although the Prime Minister doubts the Governor's hypothesis, he concedes that a forger counterfeiting Israeli coins poses an existential threat to the country, and must be stopped at all costs.
Since the only parties interested in threatening Israel's existence are the Arab League and the PLO, the Prime Minister orders the IDF to raze the PLO headquarters in Tunis as soon as possible -- even though the Mossad chief remarks that these headquarters (as per Mossad's agents' surveys) don't consume enough electricity to operate a mint, so the PLO mustn't be the guilty party.
On October, 1st, 1985, the raid on Tunis is performed -- Arafat escapes assassination, but the building is destroyed and 73 people are left dead; the death of three Israelis at the hand of PLO gunmen a few days earlier masks the real reason for the airstrike very well.
After the strike, the Mossad chief decides to personally inquire about the 10,000 coins with future dates.
Even though the Bank of Israel has instructed all banks to check the dates of at least 1 out of 20 1 Sheqel coins they take in, no coin with future dates has come up after Bruriah's bank deposit -- so the Mossad chief investigates about her.
When his agents tell him that Chaim, Bruriah's husband, has published several papers on time travel in reputable academic journals -- not in sci-fi magazines -- all marbles fall into place: Chaim must have eventually succeeded, and has brought genuine Israeli coins back to his now poor wife.
So he dispatches two details of agents to tail both Bruriah and Chaim -- and when the detail shadowing Chaim radio him that Chaim has suddenly vanished before their eyes, he in turn radioes the other detail to watch Bruriah more closely and look after Chaim, or anybody resembling him.
A few minutes later the second detail radio him that somebody like Chaim has knocked on Bruriah's door, and she has let him in. They're now in bedroom, probably making love.
The Mossad chief tells his men, "Keep watching them. At sunrise I'll enter their home."
At sunrise, the Mossad chief has Bruriah's door forced open by his men, tells them to stay put, enters the apartment with a heavy backpack on his shoulders, and wakes up the couple.
"Who are you?" Bruriah asks, and Chaim answers, "The Mossad chief".
The Mossad chief puts his backpack on the floor, helps himself to a chair, sits down and says, "Excellent, Mr. Chaim. You know my identity though it's still highly classified! How is it possible?"
Chaim is afraid to answer, but the Mossad chief adds, "I've read your juvenile papers on time travel, Mr. Chaim, and you've just proved you've eventually succeeded in creating a time machine."
"Sort of ..."
"What has happened to the other Chaim, the current Bruriah's husband?"
"Don't worry -- he's been parked into an alternate reality, but when I go back to 2011, he'll come back to your time."
"Good. Good for 'our' Chaim, but also good for the State of Israel."
"What do you mean?"
"If you could bring us Israeli coins minted in 2011, it means that our state will be alive and kicking at that time."
"Yes, but the Israeli politicians of 2011 are less wise than you, and we pay the price of their mistakes".
"Will Israel still be a democracy?"
"Kind of ..."
"So you only have to berate yourselves!"
"Please, Sir, get to the point," Bruriah says, and the Mossad chief tells them, "I obviously praise and commend the man who has invented the time machine; but it has already wrought great havoc to our time."
"What did I do wrong?"
"Dear Mr. Chaim, your coins bearing future dates have led our government to carry out a military action which claimed 73 human lives. God only knows what will happen if you don't go back to your time with your coins -- and stop time travelling!"
While saying that, the Mossad chief opens the backpack, thus exposing the coins taken from the Bank of Israel labs.
"Ok, I can go back to 2011. But will you be liable for the disappearance of the coins?"
"No. The Bank of Israel thinks that they've been melted, but the metal ingots it has received in exchange come from a different source. And Bruriah's bank won't question the repayment of your auto loan. Please, bring back these coins to your time, Mr. Chaim."
Bruriah hugs Chaim and weeps, and Chaim weeps as well; they kiss for the last time swearing everlasting love, and Chaim and the backpack disappear into 2011.
Part 2/2
Year 2011. The postman rings at Chaim's and Bruriah's door, and gives Bruriah a letter labeled "Personal for Chaim". When Chaim comes home, Bruriah hands him the letter remarking, "The Israel Post has just stricken a record: this letter has taken 16 years to make 150 kilometers!"
Chaim looks at the envelope, and notices that the letter apparently comes from a Galilee moshav, and it is postmarked 5755-1995! When he opens it, he reads: "Browse a Chinese dictionary at Steimatzky, Dizengoff Street, Tel Aviv-Yafo on August, 25th, 2011, at 6 PM. Bring this letter with you, together with the envelope, and wait for somebody browsing a Russian dictionary."
The message is unsigned, and Chaim thinks, "A letter shouldn't take 16 years to cover 150 kilometers! Who or what has made it take for so long?"
Since the letter is unregistered, its course hasn't been tracked, so nobody can answer, and Chaim tells Bruriah, "Only a criminal organization, or an intelligence service, would dare send an unsigned order, and be confident that it will be obeyed; and only the Mossad could see that a letter sent in 1995 would be delivered in 2011."
"Do you think that they're now interested in your time machine?"
"Yes. In 1985 the then Mossad chief asked me not to time travel anymore. What may have changed their mind?"
Oh the stated day, he goes to Steimatzky, finds an Oxford Chinese-English dictionary, and browses it, trying from time to time to read aloud the Chinese phrases printed there.
At 6 o' clock, a young girl enters the library with a backpack on her shoulders, goes to the foreign languages' dictionaries' shelf, takes a Prolog Russian-Hebrew dictionary, and uses an envelope like Chaim's as a bookmark -- although it comes from a different place, it is postmarked 5755-1995 as well.
So Chaims takes the envelope out of his pocket, shows it to the girl and says, "Hi. I'm Chaim. Pleased to meet you. What's your name?"
"Dinah. Pleased to meet you too. Can we go to a cozier place?"
"My home?"
"We're in Tel Aviv, not in Sodom!"
"You'll find my wife there."
Dinah laughs, "I'm lesbian, but not into threesomes!"
Chaim giggles, "My wife is a golden star heterosexual. Sorry, she's not for you."
"Ok, let's go to your home. By bus or by car?"
"By sherut. I wasn't told that I had to drive."
Once at home, Dinah shows Chaim her letter, which says, "There's a red coffer in the safe number (deleted out of national security considerations) -- the combination to open it is the ZIP of the sender of a letter to the man who will browse a Chinese dictionary ..."
"That's why the ZIP didn't match the locality," Chaim concludes, "And that's why the sender urged me to bring the envelope and not just remember the place it was sent from."
"I've brought the coffer. Don't worry, we've done an X-ray and it seems harmless," Dinah says, taking it out of her backpack. She then breaks the wax seals timestamped 5755-1995, opens the coffer with the combination masked as ZIP, and there they find a scroll of paper and a 1 Sheqel coin minted in 2011.
Chaim asks, "Dinah, where does the coffer come from?"
"From a safe only the Mossad chief and his closest aides can open. Let me now read the scroll ... Ok, you can listen to it."
So reads the scroll, "In the civil years 1994 and 1995 two catastrophes have befallen the State and the People of Israel: on February, 25th, 1994, Baruch Goldstein has killed, counting them as sheep for the slaughter, 29 people; on November, 4th, 1995, Yigal Amir has murdered Yitzhaq Rabin.
Professor's Chaim's time machine could avert these disasters by kidnapping Yigal Amir from Kings of Israel Square moments before the murder and putting him before the barrel of Baruch Goldstein's military rifle moments before he pulls the trigger.
If things are done well, these thugs will shoot each other to death instead of carrying out their crimes."
Chaim is astonished at the reading, Bruriah is utterly appalled; Dinah remarks that such an operation can't be carried out without government approval, greets the couple, and rushes to the Mossad headquarters.
The next week, Dinah is back and asks Chaim, "Does your machine carry two or three people?"
"Yes, it does. It can do whatever."
So they turn the time machine on, use it to go to Kings of Israel Square, in the evening of November, 4th, 1995, and look for Yigal Amir. They pinpoint him standing near the Town Hall, and kidnap him moments before he shoots at Yitzhaq Rabin.
Then they go to the Cave of the Patriarchs, in the afternoon of February, 25th, 1994, and put him in front of Baruch's Goldstein's rifle, when his finger has already received the nervous impulse to pull the trigger, and can't be stopped anymore.
But when the bullet exits the barrel, Yigal Amir instantly vanishes, to the amazement of Chaim and Dinah.
In a few seconds Chaim and Dinah vanish too, and they immediately find themselves in 2011.
Dinah warily checks her smartphone, and shouts, "Zubi! History hasn't changed a bit! Baruch Goldstein has carried out his massacre and Yigal Amir his murder! The mission has ended in failure!"
"Dinah, let's browse the time machine log! Perhaps we can fix what has gone wrong!"
"Chaim, I was at the Cabinet meeting that approved the mission - by a razor-thin majority, because some ministers were covert supporters of both criminals, while others simply remarked that no moral system in the world would approve sacrificing a life for the sake of another, or even for the sake of the whole world. You will not be granted a second chance!"
Bruriah intervenes, "Dinah, Chaim, I can tell you what has happened without reading the log."
"What has happened?"
"Chaim, do you remember that I insisted installing what you mockingly called 'the Yiddishe Mame Chip'?"
"Gosh! Yes, I installed it, and set things so that the time machine can't work without it now!"
"What's this chip?" Dinah asks, and Chaim answers, "If a time machine passenger is put into clear and present danger because of its operations, this chip forces the machine to bring him back to his time. That's what must have happened to Yigal Amir! And to us, as we've been brought back here when Baruch Goldstein began his rampage."
"Argh! And you couldn't insert an exception, a loophole, for people like these two criminals, could you?"
"Dinah," Bruriah answers, "Every human life is sacred. Had you brought both Goldstein and Amir to a distant future, you would prevent them from committing murder and save their lives as well. And perhaps in another epoch their criminal tendencies wouldn't beget actual crimes -- especially if you had sent a letter to the Mossad of 2200 or 2300 urging it to closely watch them. Your Mossad colleagues could delay a letter by 16 years, they can stall another for centuries!"
"These thugs would then build -- or even buy -- a time machine to return to 1994-1995 and accomplish their misfits!"
"It's easier to build a nuclear power plant than a time machine," Chaim intervenes, "and the Mossad could easily prevent them from using one."
"But the original plan was safer."
"But it was neither moral nor Jewish!" Bruriah rejoins, "You've just said that some ministers claimed that no moral system in the world would condone taking a human life for the sake of another life, or countless other lives, except in case of self-defense - and I can say they were right as I studied philosophy at university. And my namesake, Bruriah, is famous for teaching her husband Rabbi Meir ..."
"... that if sinners annoyed him, he shouldn't pray for their death, but for their conversion, because it is sin that must vanish, not sinners. I have attended Talmud Torah as a girl," Dinah says, "Ok, you're good Jews, self-righteous citizens of the world -- but you could have helped your people and your country, and you didn't."
"Sorry, Dinah. But I can tell you that I could ask Chaim to use the time machine to go to a past in which he was still fertile, but he hadn't been introduced to me yet -- and the only way to make me pregnant would therefore be to rape me. I would certainly love my child, but I could never accept my husband's immoral behaviour, even though it had been me who asked for it!"
"Dinah," Chaim adds, "The ends can't redeem the means. We can't do evil, even while pursuing a greater good. We can't play God."
"So you impose your strict moral standards to yourself too, and that makes you commendable. Take care, Chaim; see you soon, Bruriah."
*** The End ***
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What would you do if you have a naturist widow for mother? I undress at home as well.
My mom is quite busty, but she's also lesbian, so she won't get aroused by me, her postgraduate son; but once we had a good time together, thanks to domperidone, or Dom Peridone, as I love to spell it, as if it were a brand of French champagne.
My mom had bouts of dysphagia, i. e., she more often than not couldn't swallow her food; since there was no organic cause to it, her doctor prescribed her domperidone to smooth her digestion. I warned her that a side effect to this med was galattorrhea, and it was so common that women who wanted to secrete milk without bearing children usually take it.
Mom scoffed at my remark, but a couple weeks later, while I was writing an article on marriage equality for mom's lesbian association (I support her cause, even though I love women), and I was in my birthday suit as I was at home, she came home, undressed herself, stood by my laptop, her nipples at my ears' height, and smilingly told me, "You were right. Look!"
When I looked at her breasts, I noticed that the nipples were darker and puffier than usual, she began expressing her breasts, and a few milk drops went out of her nipples. I drew out my tongue to collect the drops; I wasn't going to touch mom's tits, I was just trying to catch the milk as it fell from them -- but mom put the right nipple first on my tongue, and then into my mouth.
I couldn't decline -- mom always gets angry whenever I refuse her food -- so I started suckling. There wasn't much milk in mom's right breast, so I soon switched to the left breast -- and noticed that mom was somewhat aroused by that.
I wasn't satisfied with that, so, after emptying the left breast, I resumed suckling the right one -- it was dry, but mom didn't object, and I spent about an hour hopping between her breasts. The more I suckled, the more forcefully mom embraced my head.
When we were done, I had a full-fledged erection (mom pretended she didn't see it), mom's pupils were dilated, and as I accidentally touched her twat as I was going to grab the mouse in order to finish the article, I noticed that it was wet, and the clit was turgid like her nipples.
So I hugged mom, and she hugged me in turn, kissed her on the forehead, the cheeks, the lips and the mouth. I didn't know that mom kissed so well!
We then rushed to her bedroom and I impaled her as she was lying on her back and putting her feet on my shoulders. The lubrication was good, and the vagina incredibly tight, as more than 20 years had elapsed since she had given birth to me.
She apparently enjoyed sex as well, and after orgasm we hugged and laid together on the bed. Then mom asked me, "Darling, would you like to help me secrete more milk?"
"How?"
"By suckling whenever I or you see fit. I'll never refuse, promise. The more you suckle, the more milk I'll produce."
"What about ...?"
"I'll do that too, but you won't be my only partner."
"What do you mean?"
"I've noticed that lesbian women too love lactating tits, so I hope that my milk will help me seduce a girl I've set my eyes on."
"Is she cute?"
"She's also better breasted than me, and most likely bi."
"So ... could I try and woo her?"
"Be careful: she's sex-hungry, if not sex-obsessed. You risk being milked dry!"
"In this case, I'll play sick, so you'll have to stay in for me!"
Mom laughed, and invited me to follow her to the bathroom -- she peed first, and when it was my turn, she noticed that my penis was getting erect again.
"Have you ever committed sodomy?" she asked.
"No."
"It's high time you learn. Take a glove and the lubricant out of the left drawer."
I followed her directions, put my penis into her ass, peed into it, and she even loved it.
While she was moving her bowels, I washed my private parts and then asked her, "Mom, your rectum seemed somewhat wider than your vagina. Why?"
"How could I have just a child without resorting to birth control?"
"Gosh! I thought you stopped having sex with dad once you discovered you were lesbian!"
"I became a lesbian after dad's death. He, actually, we both, enjoyed sex together. You're the only man I have made love with, but dad."
"Quel honneur! Will you chase the sex-hungry bi you've told me about?"
"Of course! And I hope I'll share her with you."
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Not again, Fei thought.
She ran out of the store carrying a large package.
Fei zig-zagged through corridors packed with shops and stalls. Ordinary people would not find their way among the identical-looking passages, but Fei knew the place well. This part of the megabuilding housed commercial floors that were full of businesses catering to the needs of the not so well-to-do. Gaudy, cheap, but the sellers were friendly. They were all in it together. Human, frail, sometimes greedy, but the eight-floors were like a big family. Most never left, and Fei called the place home.
She was late. It was not her fault, but her client was not going to be interested in excuses. She also had to hurry because she was to meet Vivian again after the delivery, which made her nervous. She hated to say no to her, but there was no other way.
She ran a little faster, darting past porters carrying bent carton boxes and lost tourists savoring the exotic, oriental smells lingering along the corridor. Most ignored the girl. She must have looked plain and ordinary in clothes that were always simple and makeup that made almost no difference. Yet, even in her cheap clothes, people could see, if they cared to look, that she was beautiful.
But they did not care.
People barely noticed her now as she ran up escalators, whizzed down dark staircases, past greasy fans, and across neon-light soaked floors.
Panting, she slowed to walking speed as soon as she saw the elevator doors. Fei used her elbow to push the elevator button and edged herself in as soon as the door opened, ignoring those who wanted to get off.
There she was again. Going down to the SB floors.
The elevator was slow. It stopped at almost every floor, and the neon light inside kept flickering every time the doors opened or closed. All kinds of people entered and exited, but Fei had no time to study their faces. Finally, they reached level SB-3.
Fei pushed herself through the half-opened door and ran down the hallways.
The floor made Fei uneasy. Brothels, soaplands, and other shady establishments surrounded the girl, making her feel out of place.
She stopped. The golden lion statues in front of the Red Court stared at Fei menacingly.
Already, ten minutes late.
Panicking, she entered the entrance hall filled with red light and went straight into the dim inner room. Cigarette smoke and the indecent smell of naked women hit her.
Unfortunately, she had to run errands to the Red Court quite often, and the whores did not treat her particularly well.
A woman appeared from behind transparent curtains. She was completely naked, with ripe breasts and a beautifully curving waist.
Miss Chong.
"You're late again," she said coldly, not even looking at Fei. Standing sideways, she was waiting by a rope-curtain.
"Come on, I don't have all day," she said. Fei moved closer and handed her the package. She was about to apologize when the woman slapped her.
And it hurt.
It was not the first time. The woman took the package and opened the small carton right there, pulling out a box of cigarettes. She tore the package open and put a cigarette between her lips. Now she was looking upwards, glancing down on the world. Another girl in a bikini rushed there and lit her cigarette. Miss Chong sucked on the cigarette and blew the smoke into Fei's face.
"Apologize to Miss Chong," one of the younger women said.
"Why do you have to make her angry all the time?"
"You're our delivery bitch", said a third woman, "When she calls you, come running. Miss Chong is doing you a favor for using that store. Maybe she should have you fired."
Miss Chong put one of her legs on a stool, exposing her private parts. She continued puffing smoke with a stern face.
"I'm really sorry, Miss Chong. I'll be faster next time," Fei said. Despite the mistreatment, she did feel a little bad about being late. Though not entirely her fault, this time, she was also to be blamed.
"Good. Now give me your other cheek. I want to slap that too," she said, still looking upwards, enjoying the cigarette. Fei dutifully turned her face and let Chong hit her again. The other women laughed at the pitiful sight. Giggling at each other, they looked Fei up and down with scorn. Chong took another mouthful. Then blew it out again towards the others. She looked around slowly, finally settling on Fei.
"Women, look at this girl. Did you know that she has made her own video channel online showing off her pitiful naked body? She even got a little money for it. I wonder who would pay for that? I guess some are just into ugly."
How did the girls find out? Fei blushed in shame.
"Do you think that the number one courtesan of the eight-levels does not know what's going on in this business? How do you think I got to number one?"
She leaned very close to Fei and gently stroked the girl's face.
"I give you a piece of advice. For your sake, stay out of it. You are an ugly errand girl; you should stay that way."
Ash flew off the end of the cigarette. Chong squeezed it and narrowed her eyes, looking away towards the room.
"Maybe, just maybe, you could work as a cheap whore, but as a pornstar? Don't make me laugh," she turned away, threw the cigarette away onto the floor, and entered the room through the curtains. The others shook their heads with scorn.
One of the women pulled off her bra, exposing her large tits. She caught Fei's gaze, who could not help staring at them.
"Now go," the topless woman said and turned away.
Fei was finally free, but her pride lay in ruins. The women in the Red Court were not always this bad. Once one of the girls even kissed her cheek. Depending on their mood, sometimes they even gave her a tip. Of course, that only happened when Miss Chong was not around.
...
The paint was peeling off the walls, and the merchandise on the shelf looked colorless, but Fei loved the shop. The owner, an old lady, was not easily described as nice. Always yelling, she was constantly negotiating with clients or having arguments with the other shop owners. Harsh would probably be a better way to describe her, but she also seemed to like Fei, whom she lectured whenever she found the time. Some would call it motherly care, though the woman was not a relative.
"Girl, did they treat you badly again?"
"It was not that bad."
"Did they hit you?"
"It went okay."
"This is why I say that decent girls should not be whores," she said scornfully. "They take the easy way. They think it will bring money. Nah."
"Sometimes they're nice."
"Ah, don't tell me you want to be a whore?"
"No. Of course not."
"Ah, all the girls want to make money with sex these days. You're pretty, but maybe you should catch yourself a husband instead."
Fei turned away, looking at the floor.
"Come on, what are you going to do with this lesbian thing? Huh?"
"Auntie, lower your voice."
"Everyone knows. In this place, gossip flies. I know the guys well in the video store," she said, chewing on a small candy.
"You keep wasting your money on those lesbian magazines and whatnots. Isn't it free on the internet? Who would buy these things?"
Fei felt ashamed. It seemed that everyone knew about her sexual preferences and her love of pornography.
"Are you okay with me being a lesbian?"
"I don't care that you're a lesbian. Now, it's fashionable. It usually passes."
Fei knew that this was not true in her case.
"Are you saving up?"
"I'm trying."
"Did you make money with the videos?"
"A little."
"How much?"
"Two hundred."
"That's better than nothing, but not much," she said, spitting out some of the seeds. She looked at the people walking past the store.
"You need money. Stop dreaming about this and that and focus on money," she said,
"if making a sex video brings money, then make more, but don't be a whore. That's not good."
The owner fell silent. She was looking outside. Was she thinking? Fei looked as people walked past the store. It was as if Fei had suddenly had become invisible. After a minute, the owner stood up. She looked back at Fei and spoke again.
"That woman came again today. She said she wants to talk to you. She went up to the beauty salon. The fancy one on floor twelve," she said and walked to the front.
As a customer came closer, she started yelling slogans again. Fei stood there for a few short seconds.
Vivian had come early again.
Now, she's going to have to go and wait in front of the salon. She went inside a small closed-off space at the back, filled with boxes and a lot of junk. There would be no time to put on makeup, but she desperately needed to fix her hair. Fei felt ashamed meeting such an elegant woman in such a classy place, but there was nothing she could do about it now.
She thanked the lady and asked her permission to leave. A disinterested nod came back.
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Floor eight was just two floors below the main upper street-level. But even here, she could see the elevated-roads crisscrossing in front of the building. Double-decker buses and colorful taxis were hurrying past around them.
Humid, rain-scented air wafted in through an open door kept open by a bucket filled with dirty water. Outside, it was dim, as the roads blocked the light, but Fei could make out the skyline and a lush canopy of exotic plants in the far distance.
Fei found her way to the beauty salon.
Large plants made the entrance look like a gate to a tropical jungle, making Fei feel small and insignificant. She decided to stand by a large window.
She did not have to wait long. The woman emerged from behind the glass doors with shining hair and a confident smile within minutes. A clerk came following her and bowing at the entrance. She smiled at her and then nodded towards Fei.
"Oh, you've been waiting here? I just wanted to go down to the store. Your auntie said that you'll be back soon."
"Sorry for not being there."
"That's okay. I arrived early."
"Should we talk somewhere?"
The woman looked left and right.
"Let's just sit down there," she said, pointing to a few seats in an alcove. Fei usually avoided places like this because they looked too fancy, but she did not object.
"Okay."
The woman handed Fei an envelope, and she put it in her bag.
"So, what do you say to my proposal?"
"Umm... I think I'm going to say no. I'm sorry."
"This is an unbelievable chance you don't want to lose."
"I know. I'm very grateful for offering me this, but..."
"Look, this kind of proposal simply never happens. Many of the girls here would do anything to get this job. I only do this because we're so close."
Fei nodded.
"This thing is easy. Someone liked your video, and they're willing to pay for escort services. Naturally, it would also include sex, though not on paper. I met the guy, and I can tell you that he is a decent guy. Good looking too and young. A banker. You're really lucky. You let him fuck you a couple of times, and even if you don't like him, maybe this can lead to more work. Do you have any idea how difficult it is for a girl like you to become a proper escort? It never happens. Thousands of girls dream of becoming a luxury whore instead of working for cheap brothels. This is your chance."
The woman was very persuasive, and Fei knew that it was more than just eagerness to do business. She felt that the woman genuinely thought that this would help Fei.
"Look, I know that selling your body does not sound like the best career, but you can make tons of money and then move on. How do you think I got to where I am now?"
"It's not that I totally against the idea of using sex to make money, but..." Fei blushed. She knew that the woman was right. This was a straightforward way, and many girls in her position would have taken it. A long time ago, she found whores glamorous and sexy. She looked down. Would she be able to have sex with a man?
"I'm not sure I can do it. I mean, I..."
"Everyone is nervous at first. You'll get the hang of it. I can teach you a few tricks."
"It's not that, it's just..."
The woman looked at her as if she was lost in thought. She watched the girl and narrowed her eyes.
"Don't tell me, you don't..."
"I'm more into women..."
"Totally lesbian?"
"Yes."
"That's a pity. Are you sure you can't at least pretend?"
"I don't think I can."
"Oh, that's a lost chance. But, maybe there's something else I can do for you."
"Really?"
"Yes, you see, it's not always easy to find girls willing to do lesbian scenes."
"A video?"
"Yes, just a short scene in a cheap movie. There are two actresses already, but we need a third one who pretends to sleep. There's only a short kiss scene at the beginning. I think there will be barely any payment."
"I'll take it. When is it?"
"I like this! You're my kinda girl. Greedy," she said smiling, "I'll set you up. It's tomorrow. The crew is decent. It's here on the fifteenth floor."
"Thank you so much," Fei looked gratefully at the lady. Filming was exciting, and Fei knew that if she was serious about porn, she needed to have actual sex in the videos.
"Here's the address."
She handed Fei a crumpled business card printed on cheap material.
***
Fei looked up from the business card. The door was rusty and old. Just an apartment with the room number fading.
Dare she knock?
She was hesitating. To the woman, she said yes, but now she was not sure. With a glance, she looked at the business card again. Lucky Gold Production was written on it. A very unpromising name. There would be no payment for this small debut role, but she was intrigued.
All she did was posing and stripping in her short videos. Now, she could actually make a pornographic movie. It would be a step forward and also a step into a dark new world.
After this, there is no going back.
It's not just that she would become a porn actress, but a lesbian one. Probably, a lot of people would see her having sex. Most were already gossiping about her sexual preferences anyway. Nervously, she licked her dry lips with her tongue. Will they like her?
Fei knocked on the door. A young man with a small hand-camera appeared. With men around, she might not be able to perform well. She was ushered in. Inside were three men and the actresses still dressed.
"Let's get this started. Girls, she is Fei. A beginner, so go easy on her, okay?"
One of the girls smiled at her and shook her hand. The handshake was very weak, feminine, but the smile was warm. Short, she had a round face with Southern features. Her eyes drooped downwards like a raccoon. Still, they were sexy, highlighted with purple eyeshadow and glitter.
Cute, Fei thought, though she was not exactly her type.
"We'll go easy on you. I'm Mei," she said and looked at Fei closely as if measuring her. She seemed to like her. The other girl was cold, barely reacting. She impatiently nodded towards Fei and refused to give her name. She was taller, looking more like a typical model.
"So, you're the girl I have to kiss. I can live with it for sure," beamed Mei. She did not hide the fact that she found Fei kissable. One of the men sighed in relief.
"Enough introductions, let's get started. We need to work on her makeup."
A man washed her face with a towel and started applying makeup. She had to change into the clothes provided. They did everything quickly, but the set-up still took a very long time.
Finally, everyone assembled on the set.
"We start shooting soon. Girls, the scene is simple. Fei is Mei's girlfriend who is going to sleep in that bed. Mei kisses her goodnight. Then, Erika comes in and starts to have sex with Mei. The couple should try to stay quiet. We had talked about the details, the lights, the moans. Do you think you can all do it?"
The girls nodded, but Fei was nervous.
Fei was not sure she could just kiss a girl she had no feelings for. Fei used to think that sex was meant to be done only with a special woman.
But, Mei's gentle smile put her at ease.
They shot the kiss scene several times. Each time the kiss lasted for about a minute. Passionate, erotic. Fei kissed naturally. She did not have sex for a long time, and the joy was genuine. She was happy that she could kiss Mei because she knew that she would have struggled with the other girl, though her lips also looked tempting.
Then, they moved on. There were lots of instructions and movement, but Fei needed to pretend to be asleep, so she could not see much of what was happening. She heard moans, kisses, the flesh of two women rubbing together. Whenever she tried to get up when the cameras were not rolling, a man directed her to lie back down and continue her act of sleeping.
After a while, the instructions waned. Fei forgot about the camera and just listened to the muffled moans of the girls. The staff was silent, and the act just unfolded. Sometimes they moved around, but for a long stretch, they remained in the background with the rhythmical noises of the girls. Either Mei enjoyed the sex very much or was a very good actress. She moaned, panted, and seemed to be having many smaller orgasms. Fei could not see the girls with her eyes closed but knew that Erika's lips were probably tasting Mei's most intimate parts.
There were some cuts and retakes, but all in all, the scene finished relatively smoothly. The girls dressed up afterward. Erika was now more lightened up. Did she enjoy the sex? The men started to pack everything into bags. One of the guys came over to Fei.
"Too bad you didn't get naked," said the man. "Do you want to stay and taste my cock?"
Fei was startled, not knowing how to respond. Mei pushed the guy away from her.
"Come on, let the girl rest. You can fuck a whore on SB."
"Ah, well, it's always worth a try. Law of big numbers, you know."
Mei pushed him towards the door, grimacing. The man was just smiling and walked towards the door.
"Keep friendly, okay. I'll give you a call," he said, waving at the girls.
"Just go."
With that, the men went out of the flat, leaving the girls behind.
"We really should have an all-female staff," Mei grumbled, but Erika did not seem to hear it. Her long fingers were adjusting the pantyhose on her leg.
After a minute, she finally looked up at the girls.
"Oh, it was nice shooting with you, Mei," she said and walked past Fei, at first ignoring her. But before reaching the door, she stopped and leaned back, suddenly kissing the unsuspecting Fei. A long, deep kiss. Her tongue expertly moving between Fei's lips.
She was a better kisser than Mei.
"I needed to try. Not bad," she winked without smiling. Her face was still like a mask.
Grabbing the doorknob, she turned back towards Fei.
"I don't hate you. Which is a big thing. See you around," she said, opened the door, and left. For a few seconds, the girls stood in silence. Mei's eyes were wide open.
Fei blushed as the thought occurred that she was now alone with a girl she just kissed several times.
"Oh, Erika says she does not hate you after the first time? That has never happened before."
"I guess that's a good thing?"
"In Erika's world, that's huge. The girl hates everyone by default. To be honest, we always fight, but we made a couple of good films together. She is in for the money. She is not a lesbian, you know. She prefers shooting with men."
"You know her well?"
"Not all that well. I kinda had a crush on her at first, but she was a huge jerk. Still, she is my type. I mean the way she looks."
"I think you look great together."
"Thanks," she said, blushing.
Fei was almost ready, but the other girl was still struggling to collect her things lying here and there around the apartment.
"Do you want to go on a date?" Mei asked suddenly.
Confused, Fei did not know what to say. Mei seemed to be quite straightforward.
"No, I don't want to date you. I just want to take you to an event tonight. It's better not to go alone."
"An event?"
"Erotica Eight. Have you heard of it?"
"That erotic show on the lowest floor?"
"You know! Yes, they hold it every three months."
"I heard that it's better not to go if you're female."
"Yeah, at times it gets rough. There is definitely some touching and sometimes even more, but it's not a choice. If you're in porn in this building, then you need to go. Please, please, come with me. We can watch out for each other."
Fei was hesitating, but Mei's eyes were impossible to refuse.
"Okay."
"Then, see you at the elevators, on this floor, at around nine."
Fei reached for the door, but Mei grabbed her hand and pulled the girl closer. She touched Fei's face.
"The kiss was really good. Can I kiss you one more time before we go?"
Fei nodded. The kiss was passionate, but before Fei could absorb herself in the kiss, Mei pulled away, giggling.
"Ugh... I might get addicted. Get out of here quickly," she said and let Fei go, staying behind to pack her things.
Fei, still a bit aroused, walked towards the stairwell.
Her first porn shooting went better than she expected. She thought she would have to deal with girls like those in the Red Court, but Mei was sweet, and even the cold Erika seemed to have taken a liking to her. Perhaps bisexual girls were different. Or, maybe these girls were not just there for the money.
Just like Fei.
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A few hours had passed since the kiss.
Fei was waiting nervously in front of a faux-bronze elevator door, clenching a pink brochure. As the elevator descended, only a few of the floor numbers above the door flickered to life. Evidently, the lightbulbs in this aging elevator were rarely tended to.
But, where was she? Would Mei really show up?
She timidly took a glance at the brochure. She got it in the main atrium, and normally, she would have thrown it away, but tonight she held onto it. EroticaEight was written on top with the names of production companies listed below. The companies were sorted into groups illustrated with suggestive images. Most were small studios with a questionable reputation, and worryingly, only three names were listed under 'lesbian.'
Her nervousness was palpable. It was not a place she would normally venture into. Conscious of the gaze of those around her, she held the paper sideways, squinting to read the names under the flickering neon light. Her eyes moved across the list.
Studio Aesthetica.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Of all places!
She took a glance at her cheap watch. It was nine-fifteen.
Ding.
The elevator door opened. There was no point waiting. Fei stepped in and descended into what she thought were the seediest depths of the Megabuilding. As the doors swung open on level B5-A, a thick and heavy blanket of humid air engulfed her, carrying the scent of machinery and echoing with the distant hum of bustling activity on floor where the event was organized. Fei had never visited this floor, even during the day, and now felt nervous at the sight of men.
She began to study the map on the back of the flyer when two soft hands landed on her shoulders. Startled, she looked up with genuine shock.
"You're on time!" the girl shouted with a big smile.
"Mei, you startled me."
"Sorry, I should have met you upstairs," she said, pushing fluffy danglers and straps off the screen of her phone. She fiddled with the phone, and after a few unsuccessful attempts, she made the screen lit up. She was wearing a revealing skirt, letting her legs show.
"Oh, I almost made it! Only fifteen minutes late! That's a record," she quipped. Fei sighed.
Her anger evaporated quickly at the sight of Mei.
Mei's warm smile put her to ease.
The girl took Fei's hand and led her through the crowd. Mei's eyes were sparkling under the spotlights lighting the corridor, seemingly unaffected by the people around them. Fei found her irresistibly beautiful, making her aware of her own lack of sex appeal. It made her even more anxious, though being ordinary was good, considering they were surrounded by sex-hungry men.
There were menacing gazes towards them every now and then.
She took a deep breath and tried to soak in the confidence of the woman walking by her side.
"I come here every month," Mei said carefreely, "Some of the clients are kinda off-putting, but we need events like this. You can go to the studios, meet people. Get noticed."
Her eyes stopped on the flyer.
"You got one? So, who's here tonight?"
She quickly scanned the sheet, but her expression did not change.
"So, which one do you want to see?"
"Studio Aesthetica," Fei replied.
"Not exactly my kind of studio. A bit too pink for my taste, but that Anna Wong girl is kinda cute. I wouldn't mind being filmed with her. Though I doubt that it will ever happen."
Fei blushed, feeling jealous. Naturally, others find her attractive too, but why couldn't Mei like one of the other girls?
"Do you know her?" Fei asked.
"No. Do you?"
"I met her a couple of times, just delivering stuff."
"Lucky girl. How is she?"
"Quite nice."
"That's good. Some girls can be such jerks."
"Like Erika?"
"Erika is bearable. But yes, she is a jerk."
"I think I know what you mean," Fei said, transferring her gaze from the flyer to a group of scantily dressed women whose mean giggles echoed across the hallway.
"It's quite rare to see that studio here," Mei added, pointing at Studio Aesthetica. "They're quite artistic, a bit upscale. I heard they treat girls well, and people love working there, but we wouldn't stand a chance."
She brushed a stray lock of hair from her face.
"They want classier girls, you know, not a base slut like me," she added and read the small print on the back.
"Normally, they avoid places like this, so why are they..." her voice trailed off as she concentrated on the text. She read for a while, avoiding oncoming people skilfully.
Her eyes lit up.
"Oh, today they're gonna announce something. Some of the stars will be there too. Wow, this is intense!"
"Is the studio famous?"
"No. It's not. But everyone knows them in 007."
In front of the hall, a crowd was gathering. Suspicious-looking drunkards, well-dressed gigolos, ordinary office workers, and a few half-naked male models mingled with the rest. To Fei, most looked perverted and hungry for sex, men she would usually avoid.
Feeling threatened, she pushed closer to Mei, yearning for her warmth and self-confidence. Was it a good idea to walk into a den full of wolves?
Mei took a laminated pass from her bag at the entrance and showed it to the two bouncers, who let them through without a word.
There was no entrance fee for those who worked in the business.
Inside, the hall was like a labyrinth. Small booths were set up, separated by walls decorated with pictures of naked bodies and flashing TV screens. Shelves were lined up with magazines, videos, and erotic cyber-electronics. Fei felt dizzy in the cacophony of noises, sounds, and electronic drum beats blasting from the speakers. Occasionally, they could hear women's orgasm-induced screams in videos or girls' sweet laughter in some erotica show.
Most clients were glued to the screens, huddled around a table full of magazines, or were absorbed in the merchandise on the shelves. But they did look at the girls from time to time, making Fei ever more uneasy.
What were these men thinking as they watched them? Did they believe they were here for the merchandise, perhaps as a lesbian couple? Or were they possibly thinking that Fei and Mei were porn stars?
Only Mei's pleasant smile could calm her nerves.
As they penetrated deeper, the booths became larger, featuring small stages and glass cabins. In some were girls, mostly naked, generously lavishing their smiles on those who passed by. In others, naked men were showing their well-formed muscles. Fei blushed when one of the girls beckoned to her from a cage.
Here in the back, there were fewer men around.
Mei grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. The sounds of moans and the sight of all that bare sexuality slowly awakened Fei's desire. She was happy that Mei was beside her.
Mei's hands are so warm, she thought.
"We are getting close to the lesbian section," she said with sparkling eyes.
A large overhead board featuring a naked lesbian couple separated them from the lesbian part of the exhibition. Fei grabbed onto Mei's hand with zeal.
They pushed through the last group of men in front of the entrance when a tall woman bumped into Fei.
Fei gasped.
Miss Chong!?
Miss Chong was gazing down at her, clearly surprised to see the girl.
"Oh, if it's not my delivery bitch? You put makeup on? I hope you're not hoping to get some clients here?"
"I'm not here for that."
"I hope so, you little whore. Don't think that this clumsy makeup will get you clients."
"That's enough. Let's go Fei," Mei said, pulling her away.
Chong turned red with anger and blocked their way.
"Didn't I tell you not to cross my path?" she said threateningly. The girls stepped back. Next to Miss Chong's luscious stature, Fei felt hopelessly inferior.
"Girls, should we kick her out?" Miss Chong said, looking back at the other prostitutes.
She saw that a group of well-dressed men was already negotiating with one of the girls. She let her threatening face mellow into a customer-conscious smile as the men looked curiously at the scene.
She turned back towards the girls.
"Okay, I'll let you enjoy the show this time, but I hope you don't try competing with us. You'll be crushed. Freelancer prostitutes are not tolerated in 007."
The girls dashed off.
"Nasty bitches. Who are they?"
"They work in the Red Court. Miss Chong is one of the most popular whores."
"Oh, I know her! Yeah, seen her pictures around. With this attitude, she doesn't deserve to look that hot. What an ass!" Mei said, pretending to spit on the floor. "So, should we head to S.A. to cheer you up?"
"If it's okay...." Fei mumbled, hiding another blush.
"Sure, just ask. I hope your Anna Wong is there."
The booth was more tasteful than the others, and Fei liked the logo plastered on the wall. The sensual silhouette of a woman reminded her of Anna.
A crowd was already gathering.
"They're going to make the announcement," someone yelled.
Mei grabbed her hand and squeezed it.
"Perfect timing," she said, leaning close to Fei.
Fei and Mei listened to the impassioned speech that lasted for a whole two minutes. The girls were speechless. It was a very good chance. The crowd was ecstatic too. The few females mingled among the men clapped too, and some jumped up and down in joy. Mei, too, looked enthusiastic.
"Fuck we don't stand a chance. Why didn't I get a proper upbringing?" Mei grumbled.
"Mei, I might want to do it."
"Well, you are a fan of Anna Wong. A true fan lines up," she said.
"I know I don't stand a chance, but... "
"I like your naïve enthusiasm."
"I am probably naïve..." Fei admitted.
"No, no. Try. You're going. I'm going to sign you up if necessary," Mei said, smiling, "You know what? I'm going to try too."
Fei felt jealous for a moment, but then she realized she would be less nervous if Mei was by her side.
The man talked briefly about other videos and what customers could buy. He was about to finish when he announced another exciting piece of news.
"Anna Wong is here. Women can meet with the star inside and get her autograph. Sorry, women only."
A strong man pushed the sex-hungry men back. Three girls lined up, but the clients were mostly male, and they had to be content with the merchandise. They picked up BDs and photobooks and slowly began to move towards the counter to pay, glancing jealously over at the woman lining up in front of the entrance.
Still holding Fei's hand, Mei pulled the girl closer to the booth.
"Let's meet the Queen," she said, beaming joyfully.
The line moved quickly. Finally, the last person, a mature woman in front of them, went in, and they stepped closer, stood on their tiptoes, and peered inside. Anna was sitting behind a table with a serene smile.
"Wow, she is hotter in real life. This is crazy," Mei whispered.
Anna Wong, with her round, feminine features, was beautiful. There were simply no better words to describe her. Fei's heart was thumping heavily. This was different than a business transaction. She was not here to deliver her order. The woman who went in before them finally finished and walked out, hugging the autograph, almost exploding with joy.
Mei pushed Fei forward and let her in first. Anna's dimple got deeper as she smiled at the timid girl. Anna paused, then said, "I know you. You're my delivery girl!"
Did she just recognize her?
"I'm really surprised to see you here. Don't tell me you're also in the business?"
"I'm kinda new to this, but I'm a big fan of yours."
"Really?" Anna unexpectedly blushed, "I'm so happy. I never would have imagined."
"Do you want the autograph on your body? Or should I just write it on a picture?"
Fei wanted to have an autograph on her body, but she was too nervous to even think about it. Besides, something that she could treasure sounded better. She pointed at one of Anna's photos, in which Anna was posing seductively across a bed of roses.
Getting an autograph before a porn star was the most embarrassing thing she had done so far, but she did not care. She wanted that autograph more than anything. Filming porn seemed tame compared to what she was doing now.
Was it not like confessing her lust to someone right in front of her?
"You know what? You work so hard. I'll give you some extra," she stood up and kissed Fei's lips. It was only a small touch of lips, but it sent shockwaves of pleasure down the girl's back. All red, she laughed nervously.
Anna Wong kissed her!
"I hope you come," she said and then motioned towards the door with the poster of the upcoming event. Fei nodded and watched Anna as she called in the next person.
Her gaze was still on Fei.
Fei nodded again in ecstasy, disoriented from the kiss. For years, she had spent her days alone, and in the last few hours, she had already kissed three girls, one of whom was the girl she had dreamed about.
Mei ran in, giggling, ignoring the other girl. Jealous, Fei decided to go outside quickly, but she could not shut out Mei.
"I want it on my body," Fei heard Mei's voice echo inside. She saw as she pulled off her top and pushed her naked chest toward the girl.
Will Anna Wong kiss her too? Fei wondered, but she was already outside, waiting for Mei.
Now that she had promised Anna to participate, a surge of doubt washed over her.
She knew that Mei was right.
They did not stand a chance.
|
Fei was still in a state of bliss as she wandered around the other booths with Mei.
She no longer cared about the stares from the sex-hungry men attending the show.
It was her turf now. She wanted to be an insider in this world, where lesbian porn actresses had the limelight and, against the odds, some of them could keep their genuine selves and not turn into money-hungry jerks.
Like Anna.
Mei introduced Fei to a few crew members and asked around for jobs, getting some promises, but nothing concrete. She was not dissatisfied, though.
They needed to turn down a few men who thought they were prostitutes, but the event was less threatening than Fei had expected. After about half an hour, they were out, back in the elevator.
"I had a lot of fun. And I'm still jealous. You got a kiss from the Queen!" Mei said.
"Sorry about that."
"Nah, that's okay. Why on earth would you apologize for that? She's not my type anyway. Besides, I might be able to slip into her bed if I get picked. Though I will cheer for you, of course."
Was Mei her rival now? Probably yes, but her charm disarmed Fei. Now that the image of Anna was dissipating, Mei again began to look more and more attractive.
"Thanks," Fei said, trying to hide an unwanted blush.
"Are we really doing this?" Mei probed.
"Yes, I want to try."
"Okay, then I'll be on your side. It's worth a try, but don't get your hopes up."
"I know you think I'm naïve, but..."
"It's your dream, so it's okay. Come, it's late. I'll send you back to your apartment," Mei said.
Fei's eyes widened at the suggestion, so Mei added, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna hit on you or anything. Just want to make sure you're safe."
After navigating a maze of neon-soaked corridors and rickety staircases, they finally reached Mei's modest apartment. Exposed electric wires dangled precariously above the entrance, a sight that might have unsettled others. However, Mei appeared unfazed, likely accustomed to living in a similar unit herself.
Their eyes met. The glitter around Mei's eyes sparkled in the dim light, making Fei unconsciously bite her lip to control the urge to kiss her.
Mei hesitated for a moment, fiddling about nervously.
"Do you think we could have sex tonight?" Mei blurted out suddenly.
Fei was startled. The caprices of the girl surprised her. Didn't she promise that she wouldn't hit on her?
"I know you're into that Anna Wong girl, but a night of sex with a co-star wouldn't change much," she said.
Fei was looking into those sexy almond-shaped eyes, still speechless. Wasn't Mei tired after the movie?
"You know I was quite disappointed that we had no sex in the movie," she pushed on while her hands sought Fei's feminine hip. Fei did not protest, letting the girl trail her trickling fingers up and down along her back. She was giving in to desire. Her lips burned for another kiss, and she could not suppress her body's reactions.
Fei's defenses had crumbled, knowing that Mei could read her body like an open book. They kissed. It was a lustful kiss, and Fei did not want it to end.
Mei reached for the door handle behind Fei's back and pushed the door open. The two girls entered the apartment, absorbed in another kiss. The room was small, barely enough place for two women to stand side by side. The air was musty, filled with the familiar damp smell of megabuilding apartments. A small kitchen, a door, and a large bed made up most of the apartment.
Mei pulled away.
"Do you have a shower?" Mei inquired, looking around.
"Sure," said Fei, opening the only corner door.
"We both badly need a shower," she peered down at her body.
Despite the sweat, Mei still had a feminine scent around her, arousing a deep desire in Fei. There was something personal, something intimate about the girl.
Even though they had just met, Fei already felt as if they had known each other for long.
They stepped inside and kissed again. There was barely enough space for one person, let alone two, but Fei felt grateful for that now. Mei's soft breasts pushed against her.
"We need to squeeze, but don't worry," Mei said commandingly, almost as if they were in Mei's apartment. "I'm going to wash you thoroughly and then take you to bed," she continued, taking on a porn actress role, flirting. Despite her artifice, something motherly about her made Fei comfortable. Mei looked as if she genuinely cared, at least for tonight.
Their clothes quickly came off.
Mei's breasts were not too large, but her dark nipples appealed to Fei. Her hip, too, was quite flat, but her skin smooth, pleasant to touch.
Fei loved the way she looked.
Yet, she had to admit that neither of them looked like a real porn star compared to Erika, Miss Chong, or any of the other girls working in the brothel. But now, up close,
Mei looked insanely attractive.
They stepped inside the small bathtub below the shower. It was really a squeeze.
"Check this out," said Mei, showing the Anna Wong autograph. Anna's handwriting was pretty, but Fei felt jealous that Anna saw Mei naked. Nodding along, she opened the tap and let warm water run down her bare back. The water splashed on Mei, who took a small piece of cotton pad from a shelf and started removing Fei's
makeup. After a while, Fei's natural face came to the surface.
"Oh, my! It's not just the makeup; you're a natural beauty," she said, stroking Fei's hair. Her intense gaze made Fei blush. Her eyes suggested that the compliment was genuine. Or wasn't it? Still, she liked hearing it. They kissed again and again. Fei tried to reach for the soap, but Mei stopped her.
"No, let me do it."
She gently rubbed Fei down, arousing her senses even more. The movements were sensual and slow, the sponge almost reaching Fei's breasts but not quite, making her nipples harden.
Steam was now rising from the undrained water in the bathtub, giving the bathroom a touch of heated, erotic feel.
Mei suddenly stopped.
"Fuck, it's coming off," she exclaimed, "Fuck."
"What's happening?" Fei asked, not understanding why the girl had become upset.
Before Mei was able to answer her, she saw what happened. Anna's autograph on Mei's body was now smeared, quickly becoming unrecognizable.
Broad smiles were followed by laughter filling the small one-room apartment with a joyous vibrancy.
Mei's light-hearted way of life was soothing to Fei, who now pulled the naked woman close to keep kissing her until the laughter turned into a passionate moan.
Was this the happiness she missed in her life?
Warm water flowed down Fei's curved back, tracing her buttocks and spraying the water around.
Or was this a sex-only one-night adventure? Mei was gentle and caring, but this was probably just for tonight.
Nevertheless, Fei wanted to savor the moment. For Mei, she was one of many, but this was a special night for Fei.
Mei made an attempt to kneel down, but there was not enough room, so she urged
Fei to rub their bodies dry and head out to bed.
Small drops of water stayed behind on their skin, but they ignored it. Holding hands, Fei pulled the naked Mei out of the bathroom and onto her bed next to the door.
She watched Mei land among the sheets. She looked around and seemed to like that the room was almost just a large bed.
She pulled the naked Fei down into a stack of pillows and climbed on top of her. An unmistakable blush appeared on her face as she looked down at her pray.
With a wild gleam in her eyes, she let her body gently descend onto Fei's, who now sank into the pile of pillows from the girl's weight.
Nothing could make sex feel more real than feeling the weight of another woman pushing against your body, Fei thought.
The musty smell in the apartment was gone; it was now filled with the pleasant scent of soap. Kisses followed one another.
Mei pulled away again to take in the sight. She must have liked what she saw. Their gaze met, and Mei's lusty tongue pushed through Fei's lips.
Forceful, erotic. Fei let Mei take control.
The girl seemed to enjoy being in control, and perhaps, just perhaps, letting her be in control would make her happy. She barely knew her, but Fei just wanted her to be satisfied. It was just a kind, feminine instinct.
The muscles on Mei's leg hardened as she tried to sit up. She was sitting over Fei, her thighs pushing against her flesh. Fei could feel some moisture dripping from the woman.
Was it just water, or was the woman aroused?
Mei grabbed Fei's wrists and pinned her down, pushing her deep into the pillows.
"Oh, I so wanted to fuck you the moment I laid my eyes on you," she said, looking at Fei with a possessive gaze.
Fei's heart pounded even harder. The woman's eyes slowly looked up and down her body from above in a way that suggested that she owned Fei, that no matter how ordinary she looked, now she was her Mistress. Fei liked it. That gaze made her heart race. Now, it settled on Fei's chest.
Her nipples hardened as she realized that the woman's wet lips might soon brush against them.
With her gaze, she teased her for a while but then lowered herself onto the girl and tasted that hard nipple. At first, Fei felt the silk-like touch from Mei's lower lip, then her upper lip. The touch became a gentle peck, then a kiss. Soon, the woman's firm tongue began circling around the nipple, teasing it before she gave up all attempts for light foreplay and began to suck them forcefully.
Pleasure shot through Fei's body.
Slowly, the circles widened, and Mei moved on to lick outward, then back again with a masterful sense of rhythm.
Mei edged lower and lower.
Now, the kisses landed on Fei's hips and belly. Her fingers locked around Fei's, her eyes seeking the expression on the innocent girl's face. For a moment, they just looked at each other, then Mei lowered her tongue teasingly toward Fei.
Fei took a deep breath. Her groin ached for the woman's lips.
In a second, pleasure took over her body as the woman kissed her inner thighs. Fei closed her eyes and let out a loud moan.
Was her moan perhaps too loud? She no longer cared.
Mei had reached the middle, her tongue sliding along Fei's pussy. It was becoming difficult to control those moans that erupted from the ever-increasing pleasure. Each rhythmical stroke from Mei's tongue brought her closer to an intense, early orgasm.
Can it be? Will she reach an orgasm this soon?
She squeezed Mei's hand even harder. All those long years without real sex built up pent-up desires, which now were ready to burst forth. Sex was so much better than masturbation.
It was an exciting thought, having sex with another woman. There was a time when Fei thought that she would have a normal life with a man, but those days were long gone. She looked at Mei, wanting to kiss her again.
Should she beg for a kiss or let the girl do what she wants?
She already knew the answer. Mei was in control.
Fei surrendered and let the sex continue. After long minutes, Mei had a wave of self-induced orgasms. The tremors that overtook her body pushed Fei over the edge. Her orgasm was powerful.
The whole thing did not last longer than fifteen minutes, but it was intense, passionate, and, yes, perhaps irrational. Fei did not care.
Mei collapsed next to her, exhausted and drained of energy. Fei let the girl rest, though she was still somewhat aroused. She picked up a stray lock of Mei's hair, caressing it gently. Mei looked beautiful after sex. Though short, it was still a great feat after a long afternoon of filming. Panting, Mei reached for one last kiss.
After the kiss, the girls rolled away, holding each other's hands.
It's been a long time since Fei had real sex. Even then, it was not a very good relationship, and sex had never felt this good.
Now looking at the ceiling, the girls let themselves release all the built-up stress during the day. Fei began to feel exhausted. Unable to think anymore, she just listened as Mei breathed.
"You know I used to think that men are OK," Mei said pensively, breaking the silence,
"Not anymore."
"Are you more into women?"
"I know for a fact that I am a total lesbian. Yeah, a hopeless lesbian."
"You say it like that's a bad thing."
"No, I love being a lesbian, but sometimes it sucks."
"At first, I thought you were bisexual."
"Ah, yeah, that's the line, but the fact is that I really cannot even look at men anymore. But Erika prefers it that way."
"It seems you like her very much."
"Yeah."
"Do you love her?"
"Yeah."
Mei gazed at the ceiling, her eyes sparking in the dim light. For a moment, Fei felt disappointed and jealous. Why did she feel this way? They had just met, and after all, for the girl, Fei was just one of many. Yet, Fei was grateful that Mei enlivened her drab apartment with her presence, even if for one night. She decided to do everything for Mei, to make her happy, even if she could not expect anything in return. Even if Mei was simply using her.
"Do you think she has feelings for you?" Fei asked.
"Probably not, but that's okay. She likes men more."
Fei looked at Mei with caring eyes. Yes, she simply wanted the girl to be happy. No strings attached.
"This is why it's painful to be a lesbian. Maybe if I was a man...."
"I'm cheering for you," Fei said warmly. Their eyes met. Mei kissed her.
"Let's just hope I won't fall for you, too," she said.
Fei blushed. Exhausted, they were already falling asleep. Mei clumsily pulled a blanket over Fei, and the girls fell into a deep slumber.
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A Prologue to Sex
Standing in the cramped store under glaring neon lights in Megabuilding 0007, Fei bit her lips. She had actually done it. She blushed at the thought. Shy and self-conscious, she guided her stray locks back behind her feminine ears.
Was it okay for an ordinary girl like herself to do such a thing?
Her fingers trembled as she tried to put the pictures of Anna Wong back onto the rack. Anna, the girl she admired, was completely out of reach, but at least now she could be a little like her. It was difficult to tear her eyes off the picture. Anna Wong's lustful thighs and bare hips were awfully arousing.
"Anna Wong is very popular," the shop owner told her from a distance.
He knew Fei as she would often visit the store and now nodded towards her, his face smeared with streaks of oil from the device he was taking apart.
"She has many fans," he added.
It was a battered old store, stowed away in a side corridor, hidden under the jungle of neon light, selling many different things besides pornography.
Megabuilding 0007 had many side streets like this. Still, Fei was especially fond of this little backside corridor full of shops selling lesbian photobooks and old-fashioned electronic pornography. Fei wanted to collect everything of Anna, spending the little money she had on her pictures, videos, and interactive features.
Her phone rang, but Fei ignored the vibrations and reached out to pay with her wristband.
"I'll take these," she said, "and I know she's popular. I'm her fan."
The man gave her a knowing smile and let the girl pay.
At least here, she did not have to pretend that she was interested in men, though she knew that not everyone approved of her being a lesbian. The very person whose call she was ignoring was among them. Fei left the store and began to run, rummaging through her bag for her phone.
"Where are you?" Fei heard the familiar voice of Auntie as soon as she answered the phone.
"I thought I had five more minutes..."
"That woman wants to talk to you," she said without giving any more details.
"And I received a complaint from a customer. Come back as soon as possible."
"I'm on my way, Auntie."
"Tell me you were not wasting more money on those picture books."
"I was..."
"Ah, just come back quickly," she said and hung up the phone.
...
Fei soon arrived back on her floor. She spent most of her time on this small stretch of commercial space full of cheap shops, working for one of them and helping the proprietor, an old lady, make deliveries around the building.
Strangely, she liked it there.
Panting, she ran into the shop, but Auntie only nodded towards another store in the aisle. Fei looked in the indicated direction, but she did not see anybody.
"That woman friend of yours. Said she wanted to talk to you."
Fei looked again. For a while, she only saw the merchandise piled up in front of the store until a tall woman appeared from behind a slowly rotating display stand. Her dark eyes scanned the merchandise with measured disdain.
"Just don't make it too long," Auntie said.
The woman looked out of place in her fashionable clothes and tasteful makeup. Fei approached her, bowing slightly, ready to apologize for being late. The woman, however, did not seem to care about wasted time
"Nice to see you Fei," she said.
Fei smiled at her, and a broad smile appeared on her face in return. A smile that felt almost authentic. She was a friend of a distant relative, though Fei did not expect much from the woman, as the only time she saw her was usually when she had a favor to ask.
"Walk with me," she said and moved away from the shop.
Fei tried to keep up with her, but while other passers-by let the woman pass, they did not do the same for the casually dressed Fei, who blended into the background. She had to avoid stocky men, bulky pushcarts, and other obstacles that blocked her way. The woman, barely noticing her struggle, walked briskly and gracefully in her high-heel shoes, letting her footsteps echo on the flooring.
"It's a bit too humid down here," she said, fanning herself with the back of her palm.
They took an elevator to a higher floor where the clientele was less crude. Here, the woman slowed down and began to stroll along a corridor packed with restaurants and cafes. She walked with ease as if she owned the place.
"Fei, don't act like a stranger. We should be friends," the woman said, but her words had the opposite effect.
What was the price of her friendliness? Fei thought.
Despite the nice words, she showed no signs of pleasantness, walking ahead, ignoring her young friend. But then she suddenly looked left and right as if looking for eavesdroppers and then pushed her face close to Fei, smiling.
"I have seen your video," she said, making Fei almost trip and fall over a small package left at the side of the corridor.
"You have seen... what?" Fei mumbled. She could not believe her ears.
"I haven't told you what I'm doing, have I?"
"No. You said you work as an agent of some kind."
"Yes, you see, I don't like to talk about this, but I work in the entertainment business. I think you know what I mean by entertainment."
"I think I do," she said, but she could barely focus on her words as a torrent of shame overpowered her. Was it possible that she saw her video?
"We scout through the platform you've uploaded your videos to, you see."
Fei let out a gasp. She was unable to look up at the woman. Still, how could she find hers among the many millions of videos?
"I can see everything that was uploaded within this area," she explained, making Fei feel humiliated and amateurish.
"I'm in charge of this building, you know."
Fei was speechless. The woman flashed another smile towards her, but Fei did not know what to make of it. Only now did she understand what the woman was saying. Was she really in the sex business?
"This building...?" Fei tried.
"Yes, you see, I have some powerful clients who always want fresh talent. Unfortunately, there's not much coming out of here, but I manage."
Fei looked at the woman. So, she did this for a living. Fei always knew that the woman had money but had no idea what line of business she was in. Perhaps, Fei did not have to feel ashamed of herself, but she still felt the shame. She had never experienced anything more embarrassing.
"One of my clients, a small web magazine, liked it. They liked you, Fei," she said, and her smile broadened, almost beaming.
"Oh..."
"Yes, you're very lucky," she went on without even noticing the deep red blush on Fei's face. She again started to increase her pace, talking with enthusiasm.
"I also put in a few good words for you," she continued, and Fei gave her a timid nod of gratitude.
"To be honest, I've never imagined that you would do something like this. I mean, you're one of the most innocent girls I know, and to be honest, I was really surprised to see you in a video."
Fei kept her eyes to the floor.
"At first, I thought it couldn't be you."
The woman stopped and looked at Fei, forcing her to look up. Her gaze was full of seriousness.
"I should not encourage you to get too involved in this disreputable business, but this now is a great opportunity."
She paused and let the words sink in. Fei did not know what to say.
"All you have to do is give me permission for featuring your video, and we're done. You'll be paid a small amount, but don't expect much. It's not the money but the recognition that counts. If you're willing to go down this road, that is."
Fei nodded again. Was she giving her consent already? She could not tell, but deep inside, she was thrilled to hear that someone liked her solo video that had only gathered a few likes so far.
"And, I'll need some more. Make more of the same. Perhaps, you can put on more makeup and get your hair done."
After a long pause, she added, "...your body looks fine."
Fei blushed again, feeling awkward. The woman did not seem to be affected by her apparent unease. She pulled out a small box from her bag and handed it to Fei.
"Here, I bought you a gift."
Fei took it and nodded, her lips whispering a faint thank you.
"So, can I go ahead?"
Fei hesitated. Was it really a good idea? She made the video as her own personal secret, and now it was becoming more public. Was she okay with being thought of as a slut who does porn? She blushed, then finally gave a more pronounced nod, but the woman did not seem to find it satisfying enough.
"Yes," she said finally in a timid voice.
"Well then, I'll call you if I need anything else. Now, I have to get back to the office, and I assume you also have work to do."
She gave Fei a half-hearted embrace and then walked away. Fei stood there stunned, not knowing whether she should feel ashamed of herself or let herself be a bit thrilled. Getting featured in a D-rank magazine was probably not a big thing, despite her friend's display of enthusiasm. Still, after all, there were many, many girls, prettier than her, who never got featured anywhere. She made her way back to the store, worrying already about whether Auntie would ask her about the content of the talk. She knew she had to lie.
...
Back at the store, Auntie was sitting on a chair at the back counting something in a box, barely noticing Fei, who pushed herself in through the lush overhang of merchandise. For a while, Fei just stood there.
"I heard you made some videos," she said without looking up.
It can't be. Fei felt as if struck by lightning, but the woman did not even look up and kept counting. Fei waited patiently. Her blush was back, and now every second felt painfully long.
"Well, I hope at least it will bring in some money." She said, still counting. She paused and added, "Just don't become a whore."
"I won't..."
"A woman's best value is her innocence. Can a whore keep her innocence?"
"I don't know, Auntie."
"Well, just don't be a whore. Speaking of which. I don't know what you did, but you've pissed off Miss Chong."
"Oh..."
"This is the third time. She's a big client, though I don't like her very much. Go and apologize as soon as you can. She's at the new teahouse on the B-level. I think you can still catch her. Take a pack of cigarettes."
"Yes, Auntie," Fei bowed and ran out of the store. Outside she let out a sigh, but her heart was still racing. Was she feeling anxious about the apology, or was it from the shock that the two people closest to her discovered her secret? It was impossible to tell.
...
The teahouse was not far, but it took some time to find one's way through a maze of escalators, staircases, and walkways. Fei wanted to catch Miss Chong because she was usually meaner to her back at her workplace, the Red Court. In the teahouse, perhaps she would be less confrontational.
After a lot of climbing and running up escalators, Fei arrived at her destination. The teahouse was very elegant and had large windows overlooking the skyscrapers and the elevated highways surrounding the megabuilding. Fei mostly lived her life inside and rarely visited the higher floors where there was a good view.
She stepped in and looked around the tranquil tatami mat-covered interior populated with customers sitting in small groups of two or three.
"Looking for a table?" A pretty waitress asked, bowing gracefully. Fei acknowledged her with a timid nod, feeling self-conscious about her untidy appearance. Yet, the smile stayed, and the girl looked sincere, seemingly not minding Fei's lowly origins. Her smile eased Fei's tension, even if only for a moment.
"I'm meeting someone," she said, and the waitress let her in.
After a few seconds, she found the person she was looking for. Miss Chong's elegant figure was partly hidden behind a transparent curtain separating her private room from the rest of the teahouse.
Fei remembered the first time she had met the woman in the Red Court. Like most of the whores there, Miss Chong was then completely naked. Fei remembered how struck with awe she was at her proportionate curves, slender figure, and tantalizing eyes. Miss Chong was a woman who could make a man fall in love with her with one sideways glance.
Too bad that she was one of the cruelest women Fei had ever seen.
The waitress reappeared and led Fei into the private room area.
Was it a good idea to disturb the woman?
She followed the waitress reluctantly, stopping in front of the curtain. She bowed and asked for permission to enter. Miss Chong was in an erotic dress, revealing not a little of her luscious body. Fei blushed and pushed into the cloud of cigarette smoke. Miss Chong nodded towards the waitress, who left them alone. She slowly blew out the smoke and watched as the puffs swirled in the dim light.
"You dared to come here," she said slowly. Her gaze was cold, full of disdain.
"I came to apologize, Miss Chong," she said and handed her the cigarettes.
Miss Chong ignored her and refused to take the pack, watching the smoke as it spiraled upwards.
"Third time," she finally said after at least half-a-minute of painful silence.
"I'm so sorry, Miss Chong."
She measured the girl up with a disdained look, blowing out the smoke to the side.
"I'm disappointed in you. I thought you would have more respect for your elders."
"I'm truly sorry. Please tell me what I could do better next time."
Miss Chong looked around and ignored the girl for a while as if she did not exist. Then, she put down the cigarette and turned her whole body towards the girl.
"Let's make something clear. Our relationship is simple. I'm on top, and you're at the very bottom. Even the cheapest whore is higher than you in my eyes. You have one job. If I want you, you come right away. No delays, no distractions. I want you, you come. Understand?"
"Yes, Miss Chong," Fei bowed her head and were desperate to get out, but the woman did not seem to let her go. She kept smoking and fell into silence. Fei waited patiently until Miss Chong finally looked at her again with cold eyes.
"What are you waiting for? Get out of here. Don't pollute the air," she said, motioning again towards the exit. Fei ignored the insult, left the pack of cigarettes on the table, and disappeared from the woman's sight not to give her any more chance for further abuse. She was almost running back towards the store.
The rest of the day was spent with deliveries and no more drama. The evening turned into night. Her work at the store ended, letting Fei climb up the stairs towards her tiny apartment, hidden away in a maze of corridors in Side Tower C.
...
Once home, Fei closed the door behind herself and let out another sigh. The air conditioning unit began to hum away behind a dust-smeared windowpane. There was not much view and not much space, and all Fei could see through the window was a damp wall lined up with air-conditioning units.
Tiny, but it was home.
A small stretch of purple neon light filtered in through the window, pulsating with varying intensity. It came from a large commercial that took up tens of floors of space somewhere on the façade.
The light danced on Fei's body, putting her into an erotic mood.
Work was not over. She dropped her bag and stepped into a cramped bathroom with space only for a toilet bowl and a small shower separated by a cheap plastic curtain. The curtain would touch her shoulders while on the toilet, so it was pushed up into a recess, next to an assortment of pastel-colored bottles, brushes, and used up tubes of toothpaste.
Fei stepped in and began to strip, tossing her plain top into a basket outside. She quickly unhooked her bra, releasing her breasts, looking at them in the mirror with dissatisfaction. Her breasts could be bigger, she thought.
But, her nipples firmed at the touch of her hands.
The tension of arousal had been there since the morning. Slowly, she unbuckled her belt and eased off her pants. The movement felt erotic as she traced the curve of her hip, continuing down along her thighs.
Her skin looked firm and sexy, ready for a shower.
The tap squeaked, but after a few minutes, the water pressure pushed on the plastic hose, and warm water began to fall from the showerhead. Water trickled down along Fei's back, teasingly dropping on the curving top of her buttocks. She let the water flow on her hair, pushed in her tummy, and made her breasts appear larger by pushing her chest out.
Despite her lack of self-confidence, she did not hate what she saw. Her body was attractive.
She added a large amount of soap onto a rough sponge and began to rub away the dirt from a day's work. She soon felt relaxed. The scents of oils and creams opened up her senses.
How she had to resist the temptation to do more than a simple shower.
Just wait a little longer, Fei.
Once done, she stepped in front of the sink opposite the toilet. Steam was still streaming from the walls, and the mirror was clouded. Fei used the back of her hand to wipe away enough to get a good glimpse of herself. Her hair was terrible, her face too ordinary.
She had to put on makeup if she wanted to do another video tonight.
It seemed that the makeup she used last time paid off, so she tried to recreate the effect. In the video, she learned the techniques from promised tantalizing eyes and a face that communicated sexual arousal. Perfect for what she was about to do. She spent a great deal of time putting on makeup, but she was finally satisfied enough to leave the bathroom.
Slutty enough, she thought.
She pulled a white T-shirt on her braless chest and put on a pair of shorts instead of panties. She would remove them soon anyway.
She climbed on the bed that made up most of her room and organized the pillows in a neat pile, then she remembered the gift. Reluctant, she stepped off the bed, her bare feet touching the sterile tiles of the floor. She quickly took the small box and sat back among the soft blankets.
The box was purple with a pink ribbon. It looked expensive. Fei gently pulled on the ribbon, and it easily opened up, revealing the contents. She blushed.
Should she be angry at Vivian?
Fei had to admit that she felt excited because she wanted the gift, but she also felt a bit used. Lately, she had been browsing for something like this anyway. She took out the pieces of black-lace and placed them on the bed.
Did Vivian think that she would accept her offer from the beginning?
Well, the woman was right. Fei did accept her offer. She decided to be thankful and kept admiring the present.
There was a card with the words "Intimate Nights" printed on one side and the details of the company on the other. There was also a catalog that Fei wanted to look into, but now put back in the box. There was also a message.
"Dazzle your viewers with something sexy. It's very expensive! Love, Vivian."
Fei shook her head as she read the words.
Was it necessary to point out the price?
She let it go with a faint, understanding smile and looked at the underwear. The panties were black, the lace was smooth and very fine, unlike the cheap lingerie she was planning to buy. The bra was small and revealing, the kind that her viewers would enjoy, but she was not sure whether to put them on. They were meant to be put on for a special someone on an intimate night, so reluctantly, she decided to make tonight's video without them.
When was the last time she had sex with a special someone?
She had to admit that it had been a long time she had sex with a real person. She only had one girlfriend years ago, which ended disastrously. In fact, she had little money, barely any friends, no prospect of meeting a girl, no respect or status in the building, and perhaps not much future. Nothing of that mattered. Fei was content with the little she had. She liked her uncomplicated life.
She positioned herself on the bed and tried out poses after poses. This went on for a while, but then she set on the camera and let it roll.
A red light indicated that the camera was on.
Fei took the best position she could on the bed and dropped herself among the pillows. The act was on. She smiled, blew a kiss towards the camera, and then pulled off her white T-shirt, letting her breast flow out in one smooth and erotic movement.
Was she really such a slut?
She blushed. Well, when you reveal your naked body to the world, then you are a slut, Fei thought, and let herself enjoy the feeling of being exposed and naked. She slowly removed her shorts, careful not to reveal too much too soon.
After the clothes were all off, it was time to open her legs.
A lot of people might see the video, even people she knew. There was no going back now. She opened her legs timidly at first but then spread them in a luscious manner. Despite the shame she felt, she let her most intimate parts take center stage this time.
Her unshaved pussy was of an exotic, dark color, full of erotic tension.
It was praised by one of the commenters. Though the compliment came from a man, Fei felt relieved that someone found her sexy. He begged Fei to show more, and now she was ready to comply. She, too, liked the way her pussy looked, having a sexy feminine curve, a good balance of public hair, and a sexy tinge of darker skin, matching her dark nipples.
Her fingers craved for her own pussy, and she gave in. The tension was over, and pleasure shot through her body.
One thing was sure. Her moans were genuine, her blushes were real.
She had not masturbated for a long time, and the pent-up desire now exploded with vehemence. Her body moved with rhythm, tensing up and easing again in tantalizing cycles. She made sure that her nipples showed too and that people could see her face, blush, and attractive eyes.
It was easy to be genuine. She only had to think of the beautiful Anna Wong.
A young, lesbian pornstar. The cutest, sexiest woman Fei had ever seen.
Now that she was in the mood, her name was enough to get more aroused.
Anna Wong.
Fei now remembered how she had spent her break searching for pictures of Anna in older magazines. She could still see Anna's body and the lustful poses she was in on the photos she saw. Even the thought of the store, with its decadent atmosphere, was now arousing. Even a place like that hid beauty.
Suddenly, out of all this, the images of Miss Chong's naked body appeared in front of Fei.
Fei felt her tummy tingle with a rush of arousal.
Why would she feel this way?
She quickly dismissed the images, but they kept coming back, making her arousal even deeper every time.
The wide hips, the feminine backline, the ripe breasts, and that sexy, fertile pussy.
She hated that she felt aroused by the body of a woman she detested, but now even her cold look made Fei excited. Miss Chong's body was almost without a flaw. Her skin was in a shade that Fei loved, and she really liked Miss Chong's eyes. She learned to hate the disdainful look, but her face had a certain quality. It made Fei nervous, but at the same time strangely fascinated.
She knew she should not be thinking of Miss Chong, but the thought that it was forbidden made her all the more excited, only increasing Fei's pleasure.
After a while, she shook the thoughts off and crowded them out with the vivid pictures of a naked, well-proportioned Anna Wong. A more pleasant image.
The girl she loved.
Yes, she was in love with Anna.
Fei's pussy reacted to the stimulation, and her blush turned deeper. After all, she did meet Anna during her delivery trips, and she was very nice to her. Anna talked to her, smiled at her, and treated her like a friend. She was not just a pornstar.
Fei let her fingers circle around one of her nipples with more passion, causing it to send flashes of intense pleasure across the rest of her body.
Were those moments real?
Her panting turned into moans.
Anna.
Fei would be loud tonight. Let the neighbors hear her unrestrained moans.
Those moments were real, and Fei imagined how it would feel to let her lips touch the woman's soft nipples. She would kiss them until they firmed and suck on them with passion, watching the effects on the woman's face.
And what would it be like to finally kiss the woman's inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her most intimate parts?
Fei would do her best to satisfy Anna's every need while taking glances at her beautiful, pleasure-tortured face, fighting the oncoming impulses of overpowering orgasms.
The thought of satisfying Anna made Fei almost scream. An orgasm was about to crush in like a powerful tidal wave. She moaned Anna's name.
Anna, Anna, Anna.
The orgasm came, and it turned out to be more powerful than she anticipated. It rocked her body, and she was no longer able to control the way she looked on camera. She could only hope that the viewers will appreciate the naturalness of her performance.
More orgasms came one after another.
Fei remembered the unrestrained moans of Anna as she reached her orgasms. She remembered the scenes when other awfully attractive women would take her to new heights of joy. Anna Wong enjoyed it all and shared her pleasure with everyone else. Fei hoped that she could express how grateful she felt for Anna that she showed her beautiful body to others.
Now, she was a little like her.
Perhaps, someone's days will be more joyful, more exciting after watching Fei sharing her orgasms. Maybe women were not always just cheap objects to please the basest desire's viewers. Perhaps there were others like Fei, who could see the actress's real passions, real struggles, and real feelings in those moments of orgasmic joy.
Still panting, she dropped herself among the pillows, letting the camera roll. Her orgasms were powerful and satisfying, but she wished for more.
She felt the lack of the loving embrace of another woman.
How she wished that she had reached her orgasm in those weak, feminine arms of Anna Wong.
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As Roland opens his apartment's door, Linda stands up and hugs him; as he feels her boobs against his breast, he kisses her on the cheeks, on the lips and then in the mouth. Roland fondles her hips and tries to remove her sweater, but she raises her skirt, baring her naked twat, and opens Roland's fly.
He then understands that her wife is eager to be nailed without much foreplay and pushes her backwards, towards a stool she steps on, so she is at the right height above his erect cock, and as she kneels down, her cunt rides it.
Roland isn't satisfied, and as her hips rock around his prick, he raises her sweater and – surprise! There is neither shirt nor bra under it – so he can watch and fondle her bare 38L boobs.
Roland loves cleaning the mess he makes, so when they've both come, he felches her, thus giving her additional stimulation, and another orgasm; Linda always helps her own husband, so she asks him to snowball, so she can swallow it.
Once they've come, Linda loves giving her husband another treat – she volunteers her boobs for him to suck on; even though they are dry (and he's lactose intolerant), Roland loves latching on them, and she loves hugging him while he does that – and at times even gently fondling his dick while he's at it, in order to have her pussy fondled in turn.
Moreover, he can't speak while nursing, so she takes advantage of it to talk to him without interruption – but she takes the trouble never to tell him anything nasty until he's done with her tits.
Today she has very good tidings, "Roland, darling, do you remember Lola, the lesbian bartender?"
Roland and Linda have developed a sign language, so Roland can answer simple questions without stopping to nurse – his answer is yes.
"Ok, she's phoned me that an apartment in her condo is now vacant, and the rent is just $200 a month ..."
Roland waves, "Wonderful!"
"So, can we visit it when we're done?"
Roland signs, "Of course!"
Once they're done, and have showered, they go to the apartment; Lola is a dyke lesser breasted than Linda (Roland estimates that she's 40G), but nonetheless attractive, and she opens the door to the couple.
"Good," Roland says, "There is enough room for my books, my files, my computers – and for my wife and her love as well."
"You're right," Linda assents, "There is enough room for my books, my dresses, my computer and you, darling."
"Perhaps there is no children's room," Lola remarks, but Roland retorts, "No problem. We can't have any."
"Oops. Sorry, I didn't know. Why?"
Linda hands Lola an ISNA [Intersex Society of North America] business card, and tells her, "I have CAIS [Complete Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome] – my chromosomes are male, but my body is female. I have big breasts, but no womb. And I have to have vaginal intercourse once a day or more to prevent my vagina from shortening."
Lola smiles, and Ronald adds, "The doctor says that having sex less often would be enough – but as we both love it, we have it as often as we can."
"I'm happy about you. Lesbian couples often lose interest in sex soon," Lola remarks, "What's your opinion? Are you renting this apartment?"
"Linda?" Roland asks, and she whispers something into his ear; his cheeks turn red and he says, "Lola, would the apartment owner mind if we now make love here?"
"I won't tell him. But are you really going to lie on the bare floor?"
"We have to check whether we can leisurely make love here," Linda says, "It's a medical necessity for us."
"Ok. What if I bring you a quilt, so you won't get a cold or hurt your back?"
"Thanks! You're the first woman sensible enough to do that," Robert says.
But they don't wait for her to return – the time she takes to go down two storeys, fetch the quilt, and go upstairs, Linda is lying naked on the floor, and Roland is licking her twat.
Linda bids him to move so they can have a 69, even though Roland is still fully dressed, and when Linda opens his fly and takes his dork into her mouth, Lola thinks, "I've seen enough. If they don't rent the apartment, I'm one of Silvio Berlusconi's molls."
Next day the contract is signed, and Roland moves his CPA [Certified Public Accountant] office there – working at home is the only way to both support his family and give Linda the medical care (sort of) she badly and wildly requires.
Lola isn't just a bartender – she owns the bar, and upgrades her contract with Roland in order to have the bookkeeping done every day instead of just once a week, even though the bar turnover isn't worth it, and Linda notices that Lola is doing that for her.
"What should I do?" Linda asks Roland, and he anwers, "I've never been jealous. You've had some male lovers so far and I've never objected. You can do whatever with her."
"But I'm not lesbian."
"You once told me that you were curious. And I think that you wouldn't be worried about her if she didn't intrigue you somewhat."
"Yes, she does. But going from theory to practice isn't that easy."
"A good way to break the ice would be to invite her to dinner. But on that evening I'll be elsewhere, so she'll understand that you wanted to be alone with her, and I agreed with that."
"Won't she rape me?"
"Lesbian rape is a rare occurrence. I don't fancy her doing that, and you're taller than her."
After a few weeks of dire thoughts turning into wild fantasies, Linda tells Roland that she's ready to have dinner with her; Lola accepts, but says that she prefers lunch, since her bar is open in the evening – and Roland assents.
As per his plans, in the morning he drives to a lake resort, where he meets some naturist friends and Lola finds Linda alone at home, with just two knives and forks on the table.
"Where's your hubby? I wanted to give him a book he would certainly love."
"He's away. He is chivalrous enough to let us talk and amuse ourselves alone."
The dinner is excellent, and Lola initiates Linda to lesbian sex by kissing her in the mouth in a way Roland couldn't even think of, licking her twat and massaging her G-spot with her fingers; Linda licks her pussy too, but refrains from stimulating her G-spot as she sees that her hymen is cribriform and still intact.
Lola takes a surgical glove from her bag, hands it to Linda and says, "Wear it and put two fingers up my ass following my directions. Keep licking my clit while doing that."
So Linda can easily give Lola the same kind of intense orgasm she's been given; when they're done, after a night's worth of orgasms, Linda asks Lola, "Can I teach Roland some of your tricks?"
"Of course," Lola says, and Linda then tells her, "Darling, the only person who's ever sucked my tits is Roland. Now you can join him. Please, enjoy."
Lola begins sucking Linda's tits, and some milk gushes from them, to the amazement of both; Linda comments, "Roland has worked so much on them, that you're now reaping the fruits."
"Perhaps he would have loved to be the first to taste your milk," Lola says, interrupting suction, but Linda rejoins, "He loves my tits, but he can't drink milk. He won't mind, and he'll probably thank you. Suckle at will."
Lola loves Linda's milk, and when her tits are empty, she gives her own to suckle – thus creating an everlasting relationship, as most ANR's [Adult Nursing Relationships] are.
It's nearly time for Lola to open her bar, and Linda asks her, "Your hymen ... you must not have never had sex with a man in your life!"
"Actually I had ... anal sex. That's how I learnt to stimulate my G-spot via the backdoor. My obgyn always complains that she has to perform anal explorations because I want to keep my hymen intact."
"Curious. Roland has sometimes asked me to take it up my ass, but I've always refused."
"And I would like to lactate like you. He must be a pro in lactation induction!"
"We could share his favors," Linda concludes, "I have him penetrate my vagina, and you've him penetrate your rectum. And the breasts of both are for him – or for us to suckle."
Lola says, "Hmm ... it's dangerous to whet a straight man's appetite. If and when he will suckle my breasts, you'll be with me!"
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