by Jesse Jordan
I know if I’m going to get out of this, I have to take a risk and do something unconventional myself. I get higher, onto my knees and swing my leg over his, while at the same time reaching back with my left hand. It’s a dangerous move because it opens up my neck, and for an instant I feel his shin slide into place and the immediate pulsing roar in my head as my body furiously tries to prevent the loss of blood to my brain. I’m depending on momentum to wrench me free, and just before my vision starts to go black I’m rewarded. I feel his knee pop free and into my waiting left arm, where I quickly secure it before reaching up and grabbing ahold of my opponent’s thick collar. In jiu-jitsu, the gi collar is a weapon and a curse. As quickly as it can be used to assist in a movement, it can be turned against you.
In this case, the collar allows me to anchor my opponent as I torque on his knee while bending him backwards. He grunts, but taps out quickly as I increase the pressure, long before he was in danger, but that’s part of practice. No reason to be a gym class hero around here.
“That was sweet,” the guy says when the buzzer goes off and we sit on the mat, both of us streaming in sweat and identical grins on our face. “Where’d you learn that?”
“Japan,” I say with a chuckle.
“You did jitz in Japan?” the guy asks, raising an eyebrow when I shake my head. “What then?”
“Did three months in the New Japan Pro Wrestling dojo. Those guys have some off the wall ways of stretching you that nobody who’s sane would try. But it was go for that or tap out.”
We tap fists and class wraps up. I head over to my bag when I hear a familiar woman’s voice behind me. “Well, well, well… Rick Kelley as I live and breathe. Guess Harvey’s been causing you issues again?”
I turn around to see the tall, voluptuous form of Amanda Rhett. With her white-blonde hair, cornflower blue eyes and curvy figure, there’s a reason she’s been in the society pages around town since her debut in high school. Since then, for the past decade she’s walked a fine line between being a trust fund bad girl and celebreality darling, twice walking at New York Fashion week.
Part of that time, of course, was when she and I were seen as an item around New York. This was back before my retirement, and Amanda was one of the hottest young twenty-somethings in the New York scene. Now pushing thirty herself, she’s still making headlines, last time I bothered to check. “Hello Amanda. What’re you doing here?”
“Oh, didn’t you hear?” she replies, stretching her arms over her head and making her breasts press outward against the rashguard she’s wearing, “I started taking classes. There’s a women’s only class in about twenty minutes. It’s a great workout for the stomach and the bum.”
Amanda shows off her comment by turning and emphasizing the curve of her hip, running a hand down the back of a set of gi pants that have barely seen enough wear to not have their in-package creases still. My training partner though is certainly watching, and probably has a few ideas on her technique. As for me, I know Amanda Rhett… as beautiful as she is on the outside, she’s as self obsessed and ugly on the inside. “You should spend more time working on your technique and less time worrying how your ass looks in those pants.”
Amanda smirks, turning back around. “What’s wrong, Ricky baby? I thought since you were back in town, you might show me a few of those moves you used to do on me. You used to love to take my back and sink it in nice and deep.”
“That was before, Amanda,” I reply, bending down to grab my bag and shouldering it. “I’m married now, if you haven’t heard.”
“Oh, I heard. Robbie was at that charity thing,” Amanda says airily. “I was too busy, off in Rome for a thing. Anyway, who cares? I was married for a hot minute too.”
“Who cheated on who first?” I ask, trying to keep the bitterness out of my voice. Before I met Su Lin I’d fucked a lot of women, but I never cheated on one I was in a relationship with. Amanda doesn’t seem to have that problem.
“It’s not cheating if it’s with another girl, silly. I told you that years ago,” Amanda teases, biting her lip. “So what do you say? Wanna go get some drinks after class?”
“I’d rather spend the time with my wife,” I reply icily. “I trust her more.”
Without another word I leave the dojo, hailing a taxi. On the way back uptown towards the building where I have my New York penthouse, I fume. Amanda was the first and only time I’d let myself get involved with someone in the ‘money class,’ thinking that maybe she understood all that I was going through.
Nothing could have been further from the truth. To Amanda, money is just numbers in a bank account that has no meaning. For her, bankruptcy means only getting by on twenty thousand dollars a month in her upper west side apartment.
Thankfully I grew up in reality. While I might have a billion dollars now, I haven’t forgotten where I’m from. That thought rings in my head as I reach the building where my New York penthouse is and I go inside. Taking the elevator to the top, I’m slightly surprised when I see Su Lin back, watching a movie on the home theater system. “Hi. I thought you’d still be out, there’s hours until our dinner reservation.”
“I had a good time, but when Freida got a call, we both decided it’d be better if I came back,” Su Lin says, turning off the television. “So things didn’t go well?”
“It’s a stalemate,” I reply, setting my bag down and sitting down on the couch next to her. “Harvey can’t do anything until I’m incapacitated, and he knows it. All he can do is harass me, make me waste my time. But he can’t do that too much, he wants what secrets are still in my mind and in my lab. He wants the money that’ll come from them.”
“Does he know you’re trying to produce an heir?” Su Lin asks. She gets up and comes behind the couch, rubbing my shoulders. “You feel very tense.”
“I tried to work off some tension by going to a jiu-jitsu class,” I admit. Su Lin keeps kneading and massaging my shoulders, her strong fingers helping things feel better as I tell her about class. “Then at the end, Amanda showed up.”
“Amanda?” Su Lin asks, her fingers pausing for a moment. “An ex?”
“A snake in human form,” I reply, “but yes, an ex. She tried to flirt, but I wasn’t having any of it. Then I came back here. I thought I’d be able to get a shower in before you got home, I didn’t think I’d have interrupted your day.”
“Don’t worry, I got to enjoy Chinatown enough,” Su Lin says. “It’s remarkable the number of supposed Chinese grocers and shops run by people that aren’t Chinese. One tried to pretend they were Chinese, and started talking Korean to me!”
I chuckle, leaning back and looking up at her. She’s smiling as she looks down, biting her lip. “You know, I’d have enjoyed that a hell of a lot more than the board meeting.”
“Well, we have the next few days to do whatever we want,” Su Lin says, leaning down and kissing my lips. “And I have an idea. I wanted to help you with your stress, and since you just burned off a lot of calories wrestling around with a bunch of other sweaty men, how about I get you a very special Chinese snack I got in Chinatown?”
“I could do that,” I reply, enjoying her kiss. “What is it?”
“A surprise,” Su Lin teases. “Now sit there, close your eyes, and no peeking. Or else you’re never going to get your treat.”
I chuckle, closing my eyes and putting my hands over my face to confirm my blindness as Su Lin moves away. I hear a little bit of rustling, it sounds like something being removed from a paper bag, and I have to open my mouth. “Can I look now?”
“No,” Su Lin says teasingly behind me. “I’m preparing your snack, now be patient! Before I go Chinese housewife on you!”
I laugh softly at her joke. “Su Lin, you’re many things, but you’re no stereotypical Chinese housewife.”
“That’s just because you won’t give me control of all your money yet. Once I get that, look out! I’ll have you on a daily allowance and harp on you about your drinking!” she jo
kes back. “Now shhh!”
I wait another few minutes, shifting around on the couch some as time drags out. Finally, I hear Su Lin walking back towards the couch, and I grin in anticipation. “Almost?”
“Almost,” she says, and I swear her voice sound different, not amused but something else. “Okay, open your eyes.”
What appears before me when I open my eyes makes me blink I’m so shocked. Instead of food, Su Lin’s standing in front of me in the sexiest set of ‘trashy’ lingerie I’ve ever seen. Wispy nylon panties are split in the middle as she bends down, showing me the pink lips of her pussy and leans back. Her breasts are barely hidden behind tissue thin panels, and her almond brown nipples are already stiff. I blink, sure I must have fallen asleep as she smiles and lays back. “What-?”
“I thought you’d want a nice, sweet snack,” Su Lin says, taking her right hand from behind her back and bringing out a can of spray whipped cream. She uncaps it and squirts a little on her right nipple through her bra before spraying more over the already moist lips of her pussy. “See anything you’d like to eat?”
I quickly slide off the couch, pushing her legs up and kissing the inside of her thighs. “You’re damn right I do.”
The sight of Su Lin’s spread open pussy, a halo of spray whipped cream around her hairless slit is the most delicious thing I’ve ever laid eyes upon. She reaches down, running her hand through my hair and I look up, smiling. “My husband enjoys what he’s seeing.”
“Well, you know what they say. Half of eating is done with your eyes.”
“And the other half is done with your tongue,” Su Lin teases, swirling her hips. “Or do you need more encouragement?”
I hardly do, and lower my head, keeping my eyes on her as I drag my tongue over the soft lips of her pussy, the sweetness of the cream only enhancing the natural sweetness of her body. To think, less than two months ago she was practically a virgin, and now I get to taste this beautiful flower under my lips. I dip my tongue deeply, drawing more of her nectar into my mouth and gorging myself.
“Yes Rick… oh fuck…,” Su Lin murmurs, her beautiful green eyes widening as I stroke and lick her pussy deeply before pulling back and nibbling on her clit. She doesn’t know but the way her clit hardens for me is just what I’ve always searched for, not too big, not too small, but when she’s aroused it’s so easy to see and so responsive to the fluttering tip of my tongue.
I give all my attention to Su Lin, focusing on giving her as much pleasure as I can in this encounter. I know that so much of our sex has been for one reason and one reason only, and while we’re certainly going to end the same way tonight, I want her to enjoy it too… so I nibble on her clit, sucking and teasing it until her ass lifts off the bed and I cup her cheeks, pulling her to my hungry mouth until she cries out, covering my face with her juices as she comes all over my face.
“Mmmm, delicious,” I say in appreciation as I pull back, my face glistening and my lips twitching up in a big smile. “Do you want some?”
“I want your cock,” Su Lin purrs. “I know you enjoy that too.”
I smile, getting to my knees so I can undo my pants. While I do Su Lin takes off her bra, leaving the crotchless panties on and making it all the more hot as she lays back, running her hands down the backs of her thighs. Keeping her legs straight, she almost folds herself in half until she’s gripping her ankles in a position that would make some dedicated gymnasts hiss in pain. For her though it frames her upper body perfectly, the long V of her legs narrowing down to her pussy while her breasts are pushed together and up for my hands while her face, with her innocent lips and naughty eyes gleam surrounded by a cascade of dark brown hair. My cock twitches, throbbing with desire to be inside her and I line myself up, we’ve had sex so many times that I don’t even need to wonder if I’m in the right place.
Pushing into Su Lin is like sinking my cock into a warm, tight wet blanket of comfort and stimulation. Her pussy grips my throbbing, veiny shaft as I clench my stomach and ass, making them rock hard simply because I know she likes the way I look when I do it. Instead of taking her hard though, I slow down, relishing every second I can drag this out, filling her up completely and utterly as I bend down to kiss her velvety lips.
“Perfection,” I tell her as our hips settle into each other. I pull back slowly, stroking her hair when I pause at the top before pushing back in again. Su Lin moans, letting go of her ankles to stroke her fingers down my neck, kissing me tenderly as we fall into a gentle rhythm, not rushing but taking our time. Each stroke of my cock sends chills up my spine as her pussy grips me, our bodies moving in a harmony that feels… it feels like it’s more than just sex.
“Rick…,” Su Lin moans around our kiss as my hips speed up and I add a swirl at the end, grinding lightly against her clit. “Yes… you make me feel so good….”
“You make me feel like nobody else,” I gasp, burying my face in the curve of her neck and shoulder as our bodies take over. Faster and faster we go, our hips smacking together as I pump my cock deep into her, my ass flexing to give her that much more with every stroke. I commit myself totally to giving Su Lin everything she can ever want, and she gives it back to me.
I want it to last for hours, to last the rest of my life if I can, but neither of us can last long. Instead, as her fingers tighten on my neck and shoulders and I feel the scratch of her fingernails against my skin I let myself go totally, driving my cock fast and hard into her, the sensations shooting up to explode in my brain and making my cock swell. My balls grow tight and in moments I’m shooting deep inside her, her cries of pleasure telling me that I’m not the only one enjoying this instant of utter release. I’m glad, and hold her close, wanting to stay inside her as my heart hammers in my chest and I fight back the fear inside me for just a little bit.
“Thank you for a wonderful night out,” Su Lin says softly, yawning. “But I’m exhausted.”
“That’s okay,” I reply, kissing her cheek. Considering that after our first round she decided to give me a ‘second course’ where she peeled a banana and then sort of forgot which banana she wanted to suck… I totally understand. And that was before a wonderful dinner and evening out. “Thank you for a wonderful afternoon. I’ll see you in the morning.”
I go into my bedroom, shrugging off my suit and changing into my sleep shorts before laying down. Closing my eyes, I think about the past evening. Sure, my day started off terribly, and I’m still worried about Harvey and his bullshit. But at the same time, from the moment I stepped back into the penthouse until this instant, I’ve had a great day. Sex with Su Lin was playful, it was fun… and it felt like a lot more than just trying to breed her flawless body. Actually, I take it back, she does have a tiny mole on her left breast about two inches above her nipple… so only damn near flawless.
I roll over, wanting to have something else. I think about it, and realize that I want Su Lin with me. It was more than just the fantastic, playful, amazing sex this afternoon. It was going out to dinner, enjoying the fantastic food (not Chinese, that’s tomorrow), and even better conversation. For the first time in a long time, I spent a whole day with a single person and enjoyed it. There wasn’t a single boring moment all afternoon.
“Face it, you wish she was in bed with you,” I murmur to myself, sitting up in bed. I look towards my bedroom door and get up, walking over. I could go over to her room, ask her to join me. Hell, I could join her in her room, it’s not like it doesn’t have a king sized bed as well.
My hand goes out, resting on the door handle for a long moment before falling back. “No,” I murmur to myself, shaking my head and turning around. I head into the bathroom and try to piss, utterly failing but still making the effort. Washing my hands, I look at myself in the mirror, sighing. “Face it, you might have had fun, but there’s no way she’d want to spend the night with you. It’s just a business arrangement, that’s it.”
I don’t want it to be, though. That night we spent at the hotel when we
went to Disneyland, there was only one bed, and it was amazing. And after today… I sag my head, drying my hands and going back to bed. Just a business arrangement, a way to produce an heir for me, and a way for her to have a better life for her.
That’s all it can ever be.
Because if it becomes more… it’ll hurt to goddamn much. For both of us.
Su Lin
“You want to do what?” Freida asks me as I finish applying my eyeliner.
“I want to learn about the society pages,” I repeat, capping my makeup and putting it away. “Rick said he wanted to spend the morning talking with a friend up at NYU, something about his research, and I wanted to spend the time learning about Rick’s past, about the minefield of rich people culture in America.”
Freida crosses her arms over her chest, shaking her head. “You know that about half of what’s in the gossip pages is bullshit, right?”
“I’m sure. But if America’s anything like China, only half of what goes on is ever printed in the gossip pages as well. Considering the bar I worked at, I’d say less than a quarter of the rich’s dirty laundry ever sees the light of day.”
Freida laughs, nodding. “China, USA, it doesn’t matter. Celebrity gossip pretty much rules, and is a web of lies and half truths. Okay… I can’t fill you in on everything, but I’ll tell you as much as I can so that you can understand Rick’s part in the whole dance better. Where?”
“How about we take a walk through Central Park?” I ask, crossing my bedroom to look out the window. “It’s world famous, and I would enjoy not just sitting inside all morning.”
“Sounds great,” Freida says. “Gimmie five minutes to change for going out.”
We enter the park twenty minutes later, after stopping at a coffee shop named Central Perks, which Freida states is a miracle that they haven’t been sued. “Why’s that?”