“Honestly?” I asked again, smiling as she nodded. “I think it would probably turn her on.”
Our dinner of burgers and Cokes was served before the conversation could go much further. As we ate, I realized we were being watched. I bumped Dr. Chen’s foot with mine and gestured with my head to Peter Cheung sitting at the lunch counter and eating alone.
“That son of a bitch,” she murmured. “He’s probably reporting everything back to the party.”
“Then we had better make this look real,” I said, reaching across the table to dab at an imaginary spot of ketchup at the corner of her mouth.
“Mmmm, good point,” she said, leaning over our food and kissing me on the lips.
I was surprised that her lips parted so hungrily and her tongue slid into my mouth, but I did not pull back from the kiss. I moaned against her lips, aware that several people around us had begun to stare as we kissed and our tongues swirled together. My pussy throbbed with need and as I pulled back I could see by the way her little nipples tented her bodice that she was feeling it as well.
“Want to get out of here?” I suggested.
“I know a place,” she said, motioning for the waitress.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Peter crushing his napkin in his hand with annoyance. Maybe he really did have a thing for Dr. Chen. As she settled up with our waitress, I could not help but thinking that he might be more trouble than I had anticipated.
Then we were outside in the warm Beijing night air and Dr. Chen was holding my hand and looking at me with her big dark eyes and it was hard to worry about some jealous guy from the lab. She took my hand and pulled me along behind her, laughing, her ponytail bouncing as we ran along the wide sidewalk.
“Where are you taking me?” I called out.
“Under the sea,” she said, which turned out to be the name of a love hotel scarcely a block away with an underwater theme. The small, garish hotel was covered in neon and designs of fish and scuba divers. Dr. Chen paid for the “Pearl Diver’s Suite” which included a bed shaped like a huge clamshell and a bathtub that was a glass cylinder with a ladder in and out.
“This is wild,” I said, following her into the room.
The room had a distinct cheapness and an antiseptic smell, but there was something appealing about its sleazy honesty. A vending machine beside the ridiculous clamshell bed sold condoms and erotic lotions and there was a TV screen that could tune into one of several channels of pornography playing constantly within the hotel.
“I know it’s not very classy,” said Dr. Chen. “Definitely not as classy as you deserve.”
“What I deserve?” I laugh. “I’m from a poor family, Dr. Chen. This place is no weirder than a Las Vegas hotel we stayed at when I was a little girl. Well, okay, maybe there wasn’t the condom vending machine.”
“Beth,” she said, caressing my shoulders. “Please call me Beth. I don’t want to be a doctor in here.”
“Oh? You’re not going to give me a checkup?” I feigned a cough. “What if I tell you I’m feeling a little under the weather?”
“That cough is very worrying,” she said, knitting her brow. “You had better lie down on the bed and let me have a look.”
I fell back into the clamshell giggling, my dress riding up my thighs as I sprawled before her. She fell more gracefully onto the bed beside me, remaining upright on her knees as I stretched on my back. Her hand played with the front of my dress and she slid it up to reveal my sheer-front scarlet panties.
“Oh, my, Emily,” she murmured. “You are gorgeous.”
“So are you,” I said, shifting my thighs apart a little wider to show off the way the sheer panties clung to the cleft of my pussy. She watched me move and admired my teenage cunt. Her fingers touched me, lightly, through the soft material, tracing the hot seam of my pussy. She was staring at me, at my pussy, a smile playing at her lips. I asked her, “Is that what you want?”
“I… this doesn’t feel real, does it? Like, it’s a dream,” she said. “Where did you come from? How are you showing your body off to me like this?”
“It is pretty dreamy,” I said, looking at the neon starfish and sea urchins on the trim of the room. I reached out and took hold of her hand. I pressed my hand over hers, pushing her fingers against my hot folds. “But some dreams are so good you don’t want to wake up.”
I slid my hand between her thighs, under her pink ‘50s-style skirt, and felt the edge of her stockings and the satin front of her panties. I pressed my touch against her warm mound and she moaned and fell upon me, kissing me hungrily. She slipped her fingers into my panties and I did the same to hers as we kissed. Our tongues slithered and curled in the molten lip lock as I felt the silky tuft of her pussy and the hot folds of her cunt.
“Mmmmmmm!” She cried against my lips and thrust her fingers into my tender channel. I clenched around her digits and met her cry of pleasure with my own. She moved atop me, pushing my thighs wide apart as we fucked each other with fingers. Our lips smacked and our tongues fought for dominance.
She was atop me and used her slender body to rock against my thighs and fuck me with her fingers. Not to be bested, I slipped a hand under her blouse, playing with her tiny nipples as I pumped the fingers of my other hand into her cunt.
She broke the kiss and desperately pulled open her blouse, freeing her little perky mounds from her plain white bra so roughly I winced at the thought of it pinched against her breasts. Her tits, though small, were lovely, with pale golden color and tiny, dark brown nipples.
“Lovely,” I gasped, leaning up to kiss them and lick them. I sucked at her buds, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure but unable to distract her from fucking me with her fingers. As I pleasured her little mounds and continued to strum at her pussy, I felt my climax rising with sudden force. I cried out against her breasts, “MMMMMM!!!!”
“Yesss, cum for me,” she hissed, rocking her hips and sliding her soaking slit against my fingers.
“MMmhmmmmm!” I screamed my pleasure against the small, soft mounds of her breasts, cumming hard against her thrusting fingers. I fucked against her digits, my slick walls squeezing again and again around them, my body arched and my breasts heaving nearly to bursting within my red dress. My lips parted in a long moan and Beth stole forward and kissed me hungrily.
“You’re not going to get away with that,” I laughed, slipping my fingers from her pussy and grabbing her shoulders. I rolled her onto her back amid the ridiculous, clam-shaped bed, pushing her long, slender legs up I knelt above her, stripping off my red dress and revealing my sheer and lace lingerie. She moaned at the sight of my perfect teenage tits and my stiff nipples. She moaned again as I straddled her and showed her the hairless cunt she had been finger-fucking visible through the sheer panel of my panties.
“That lingerie,” she moaned. “Oh my god, I want to eat up every inch of you wrapped in that lingerie.”
“My girlfriend picked it out,” I said. “She dressed me.”
“Careful, you’ll make me jealous,” she laughed.
“Oh, why should it make you jealous? You’re the one that gets to take it all off of me.” I began to strip out of it, sliding the cups free of my breasts and wiggling my hips as I took down the panties. I kissed her again, stretching my naked body out over hers so that our flesh was intimately connected.
“Oh, god, I thought I would never find someone like you,” gasped Beth. “There… there aren’t girl like you in China. Not even…”
“Shhhhhhhh,” I hushed, pressing a finger to my lips. Though I was enjoying the sex part, even excited for it, I was strangely put off with her talk like she was falling for me. I needed to focus on the physical. I began to kiss my way down her body. I teased the dark brown buds of her nipples with slow licks and gentle pinches with my fingers. I massaged her small mounds, considerably smaller than my own pert breasts. I let the weight of my tits hang against hers, rubbing the soft flesh back and forth and teasing my nipples against the
tiny berries atop her breasts.
“Ahhhh,” she moaned, stroking my shoulders. She tried to lean up and kiss me, but I pulled away, dragging the weight of my breasts down her body until I was kneeling between her slender legs. She lifted her head to watch me as I braced my hands on her inner thighs and dove tongue-first into the steamy folds of her cunt.
She had a rich, earthy scent that was enhanced by her trimmed triangle of pubic hair above her cunt. I lapped at those sugary folds, breathing her scent and feeling pangs of lust as I tongued the tiny pearl of her clit. I flicked with my tongue and pushed two fingers into her pussy. She wrapped her long legs around my head, arching and thrusting so hard that she lifted her ass off the bed.
“Yessss, oh my god, you’re so good at that,” she cried.
And I was. I had learned from the best. In the span of a couple intense weeks I had been transformed from a lesbian newbie to pussy-licking pro. I fluttered my tongue against Beth’s clit, curled my fingers inside her to prod her pleasure points, and paused every so often to suck hard at her folds. She wailed and bucked beneath me, her pleasure building and her cries growing louder and louder as she fucked against my fingers and tongue.
“Ohhhhh, Emily!” She cried. “Oh, god, I’m cumming!”
“Nnnhnnnn!” I agreed, looking up at her from between her legs as she sat up violently. I could see the pleasure in the way her abs tightened and her thigh-muscles flexed around my head. Her long wail of pleasure actually echoed inside the high-ceilinged room.
She finally fell back, spent, panting, and let me slide from between her legs to climb atop her and kiss her with my honey-smeared lips. We shared the oily sweetness of her cum between our tongues and the heat of our bodies mingled.
I was ready to luxuriate in the pleasure I had given to her, but Beth was eager to explore me. She rolled me onto my back, kissing ravenously and moving her lips from mine to my shoulders to my breasts. She plucked the cups of my bra beneath my mounds and sucked hotly at my sensitive nipples. I whined with pleasure and squirmed helplessly beneath her. She went down on me with the hunger of a long-kept fantasy. Maybe it was who I was or maybe it was just the situation, but I could feel myself becoming the object of a secret lust that she could only quench by sucking frenziedly at my clit.
“Ahhhhh! Beth!” I cried and she moaned against me, pushing my legs back to get at the tight clench of my asshole. She rimmed my naughty backdoor, her hands holding my ass and the backs of my thighs framed by my garters as her tongue swirled against my hot divot. She rubbed furiously at my clit with her thumb as she licked my asshole, driving me to the very limit. She finished me by sucking my clit again with lewd, greedy slurps and plunging her index finger up my spit-soaked ass.
“Mmmmmmm!” She moaned, sucking at my folds.
“Ahhhhh! Ohhh my god!” I bucked against her face, trying to regain some control of the situation but unable to escape the intense, rhythmic pleasure of her sucking mouth and her thrusting digit. I only recovered when she relented, slipping her finger out of my ass and releasing her suction on my clit. She was atop me in an instant, kissing me with her hot, probing tongue and pressing her lithe, sweat-dewed body against mine.
“So,” I gasped, trying to catch my breath, “have I convinced you to defect?”
“Oh, yes, you American succubus,” she teased, giving my garter-framed rear a smack. “You have been very persuasive? But only so long as I get you as part of the deal.”
I giggled and accepted her follow-up kiss, but a certain apprehension accompanied the embrace. I had walked into this with my eyes open knowing that I would probably sleep with Elizabeth Chen. What I had not anticipated is that she might fall for me and all of the complications that would ensue.
A Physical Examination
Mrs. Temple was overjoyed with the outcome of my date with Dr. Chen. I decided to keep most of my concerns to myself when I told her about what had happened and she seemed sensitive to the emotional complexities of the job.
“I would never ask you to do something like this if I didn’t think you could handle it,” she said. “And if it wasn’t more important than just some employee. Dr. Chen could mean whole new lines of research for Mrs. Pryce’s rejuvenation treatments. Something that could save thousands of lives.”
“So, going down on her was like a humanitarian thing,” I said, undressing in front of Mrs. Temple.
“Right, we can say that,” she said, admiring my naked body as she lounged in our shared hotel room. “I can say from experience that your talented tongue certainly qualifies as aid and comfort.”
I climbed onto her lap wearing nothing but the garters she had dressed me in for my date. I settled my peachy bottom into her lap and she caressed my hips as we shared several delicate kisses.
“You’ve certainly sped things up,” she said. “You know the plan from this point forward, right?”
“Get Dr. Chen back to the room here and then we’ll whisk her away to the private jet you have waiting at the airport,” I said, repeating the plan between kisses.
“Mmmmmm,” she shared a longer, deeper kiss with me. “That’s right. And then we fly back to America and you and I are going to celebrate a job well done together.”
“I like the sound of that,” I said, kissing her neck and brushing aside the collar of her outfit.
“No, no, sweetie, not now,” she whispered, stopping me from proceeding further. “It’s late and I need you bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as ever for work tomorrow. If CPC’s security is going to intervene they will make their move tomorrow and you need to be ready.”
“Mr. Liu won’t be a problem,” I assured her. “I promised him a date, but we’ll be long gone before I have to pay that debt.”
“Don’t let your guard down. A sexually frustrated man can be a dangerous and volatile thing.”
“I can handle him,” I said, remembering how he practically trembled when I teased him in his office.
If only I had known what was going to happen when I arrived at work.
I made it past the security checkpoint and he was headed towards the labs when I felt a hand grip my bicep. I stiffened in surprise as Mr. Liu pulled me out of the flow of researchers headed into work.
“You come with me now, Emily Vinke,” he said. He had a maniacal look on his face and his fingers were gripping me painfully tight.
“Is something wrong?” I asked. “I was looking forward to our date and picking my outfit. Something very pretty. I can show you what I was planning on wearing.”
“We talk,” said Mr. Liu. He dragged me into his shabby office and my worry turned to ice cold terror.
“Hello, Emily,” said Olivia, turning slowly in the chair and smiling at me.
“W-what are you doing here?” I gasped, feeling the sudden and almost uncontrollable urge to flee. Mr. Liu shut and locked the door behind me, making that prospect more difficult.
“I was just telling Mr. Liu that wouldn’t be able to attend your date with him,” said Olivia, her smile cruel, “since you plan on flying out of China tonight.”
“This is very interesting,” said Mr. Liu, “because you not on schedule to fly back to America for six months. You stay here for work semester. But everything you say is lie, Emily Vinke. You not undergrad, you not a researcher, you high school cheerleader. You liar.”
“I… I didn’t lie,” I said, but even as I protested my innocence, I could see that Olivia had poisoned my ability to persuade Mr. Liu. He ran his fingers through his greasy black hair and licked his lips. His eyes were lost behind the reflections of the harsh overhead lights on the lenses of his glasses. I looked at Olivia and cried, “Why are you doing this?”
“This is very serious,” said Mr. Liu. “You go to prison for lie to government.”
“Now, now,” said Olivia, placing a calming hand on Mr. Liu’s arm. “Surely Emily could help settle the matter if she underwent some thorough testing. Maybe a physical examination?”
“What?” Mr. Liu’s
cruel smile faltered for a moment as he seemed to remember Olivia was in the room.
She pushed away from him and sauntered over to me. I flinched away from her touch, but there was nowhere for me to run. She stroked my arms and reached around to my chest, cupping my breasts and squeezing so hard that they nearly burst from the button-down sweater I was wearing under my lab coat.
“I know Emily,” said Olivia, fondling my breasts roughly. “She would want to be in compliance, Mr. Liu. She would want to do whatever it takes to satisfy your needs… as the chief of personnel.”
He wet his thin lips as he watched Olivia lean against me and squeeze my pert breasts. I sucked in a gasp as she suddenly unbuttoned my sweater, exposing my white satin bra which had been pulled out of place to expose one of my tan nipples.
“Please don’t do this,” I whispered under my breath. She ignored me and unbuttoned my bra, exposing me to Mr. Liu’s increasingly lecherous stare. She beckoned him closer and he shuffled across his small office. His hands were clammy as Olivia pulled them to my breasts. He moaned and began roughly squeezing my tits. He stared with amazement as he molested my teenage mounds.
My cry of dismay was met with Olivia’s lips. She kissed me, smothering my discomfort with her hot, sweet mouth. Her tongue thrust into my mouth and, god help me, I reciprocated. My body trembled with fear, but that kiss stoked my core. Even as Mr. Liu fondled my breasts with his clammy hands, Olivia kissed me and stroked my hips. She began to unbuckle my belt and I was jolted from my lust.
“N-no,” I said, stopping her hand. “I can’t do this. Your brother…”
“He’ll never know,” whispered Olivia, her lips against mine. “Fuck him for me. Fuck him or Luke and mother will find out everything. And you’ll never even get your girl.”
What was I supposed to do? It was an impossible situation. But weirder than that, was that once she said those words to me, once she commanded me to have sex with Mr. Liu, I wanted it. I wanted to fuck him and suck him. I wanted to debase myself for him. And I wanted her to watch. I wanted to do it for Olivia.
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