Her white blouse was buttoned all the way to the top, a white, wide collar sewn around it. Her skirt was black and pleated, extending to her knees, reminding James of a school girl's skirt. White knee socks and black patent shoes, this supposed business woman that stood in front of him could pass as a school girl.
After she entered, he offered her the computer chair while he took the bed.
"So tell me Miss Chung, how can I serve you?" James started, smoothing the bed he had wrinkled.
"Serve?" she asked with an accent. "I serve you." she replied, bowing.
"Oh no, I mean me serve you." he corrected, falling back to Basic English.
She looked at him puzzled, "Me, I, I serve you." pointing at him.
‘What the hell, I've got a woman that can't even communicate. She has it all backwards!’ he thought. But the communication could be easily solved though. Taking the computer off sleep, he pulled up a word processor, activated the speech to text, and pointed the monitor towards her, so the mike could pick up her voice.
"What is your native language, what do you speak?" James asked.
Understanding his question, she said, "Chinese."
James sat it on Chinese and said, "Speak in your language. Where are you from?"
The young lady spoke in Chinese and James translated it on the computer. She was from some remote area in mainland China. James fooled with it and had his words spoken in Chinese through the computer, "Why are you here?"
She took a step back from hearing his words translated. Again, she spoke Chinese but it came through the speakers in English sounding like a robot, "How you do that? Wow!"
James explained the technology of it. He might not know how to program a remote, but he knew shortcuts for school. They used the translator and adapted to it well. "So, why are you here?"
"I am here for you." she insisted.
Still, the girl was confused. There must be some way he could phrase it so she would understand. "What can I do for you?" James asked.
"Tell me what to do." she replied, still looking questionably.
Ok, James had enough. There was apparently no getting around the language barrier.
"You want me to fuck you?" he asked flat out, tired of the games, but flushed red as the word came out.
"If you please." and smiled her pearly whites at him.
"How do you like to fuck?" James asked for shock value, hoping to get some idea of what turned her on.
"I fuck like you fuck." she replied, sighing from the strain of the conversation.
Ok, all he knew was she liked to be dominated, he might as well start there. "Take your blouse off." and the translator passed it on. Not a blink or question, she stood up and did just that. Her C sized cups came into view and he was sure this girl was older than her looks but he had to ask, "How old are you?" through the translator he heard, "Eighteen.", the magic number as far as his morals were concerned.
Ok, this might be some trick or test or something, James didn't know, but it seemed a little crazy that an eighteen year old had a business meeting with Cathleen Spencer and he smelled something fishy cooking.
"Undress all the way." he translated. Just like before, not a peep, she did as he said. Her breasts came into view and James adjusted himself. They were perfect for such a small girl. Her cotton panties were next and it revealed a very light patch of hair. If she was eighteen, she was growing slow.
"Turn around." and she did. She had no visible hair on her back there. Not even fine hair and James found that unusually stimulating. "Bend over."
The girl grabbed the back of the computer chair and did as instructed. This was an all-new experience to James. Never had he instructed a girl and then they do exactly what he told them. He simply wasn't used to the obedience this girl maintained. Just to test it, "Finger your butthole."
James was astonished as the girl reached around and patted it with a finger. It wasn't exactly what he had in mind but it was exactly what he ordered. He would have to be more specific, "Put your finger in the hole." and blushed as he said it, he wasn't used to using such crude language.
The girl paused when the translator sounded out the order but pushed her middle finger in to the second knuckle and held it. She didn't wiggle or play, just stayed perfectly still.
James sat up straight and watched while the strain of her bent over in the awkward position made her elbow quiver. Whatever he had thought he would be witness to in his life never came close to what he was witnessing now.
"Stand up and spread your legs." James instructed and she did, still facing away from him. "Now spread your butt cheeks." and she did.
He had to shake her resolve somehow. Standing up, he reached down and ran a finger into her crack. He felt it pucker closed and heard her gasp. It was definitely a turn-on for him. "Are you wet?" he asked.
Shaking her head, she replied, "No water on me." James didn't know if the translator interpreted it correctly or what.
"Is your pussy wet?" and she actually took her hand down to check it. "Yes".
"Lick it off." he just had to order, and what man wouldn't? Just a small touch of hesitation, but she popped her finger right in and licked it off.
"Turn around and masturbate." He commanded, just wanting to see her reaction.
The translator gave the command and she turned around, covering her breasts and sex. Chinese words came out. The translator responded.
"Forgive me, what is masseur baits?" she asked, and James looked at the translator because it sounded like the French word for Mister. Maybe she didn't know or maybe there was another word used in her language.
"Put your arms down and play with your pussy." he explained, and he blushed again while he waited for the translation.
She cocked her head to the side and gave him a questioning look. Holding her hands out, she shrugged. She tried hard to understand as her hand went on her pussy and she strummed her fingers on it.
'What the hell? Is she a virgin or something?' he thought, but changed his mind on that; she was here for some reason, surely. She had to know what sex was. James thought about a purchase he had made and opened the drawer. Pulling out his cylindrical tube, he placed two batteries in it and handed it to her.
She looked it over, studying it. Looking at the switch at the top, she looked at James again. He nodded for her to turn it on. A low hum filled the room. "Rub your pussy with it." he commanded, and the blush he sported went a little redder.
She touched her finger on the end, gave James an innocent smile, and then brought it to her sex. No sooner had it touched her sensitive spot than she jerked it away. Looking at it, she acted like she was going to throw it away.
James, ever the gentleman, said, "Give it to me. I'll help." Taking the vibrator, he ran it over her pubic hairs, then down over her lips. Looking up at her for a reaction, he saw her staring between her breasts at the caresses he was giving her. He took the opportunity to run it over her slit. His effort paid off as her clit peeked out. Looking back up, he saw her looking straight ahead.
"Does that feel good?" he asked and waited for the translator before moving it off her slit.
Looking back at James, she said, "I think so."
James wished he didn't have to hear that through the damn translator. It didn't have any emotion. He couldn't tell from it whether she was lying to him or scared. He decided she must have enjoyed it, her clit told him so. He went back to work on her a little more.
Again she stared off straight ahead, both arms by her side. She was such an obedient girl; James just had to test it. Slowly, he brought up the phallus and raked it over her clit.
She shuttered and brought her hands to the front. She caught herself and put them back. 'The body overpowered the mind' James thought. He pressed it in deeper. The color of the vibrator resting between her slit reminded James of a hotdog.
Reaching out with his unused hand, James grabbed her right hand and brought it to the vibrator. Keeping his hand on her, he stroked it a few t
imes then let go. She looked at him and then her hand. She brought her gaze back to James. He urged her on. "Play with it." And she stroked in the path James had taken it.
"Make it feel good." James added, and stood up, taking off his shirt.
She eyed the naked flesh of the man in front of her, rubbing herself a little more aggressively, causing her knees to bend, ever so slightly. She’d never met a man his size. He towered over her. 'Well fit', she thought, watching the muscles come in to view.
James reached down and caressed a breast with each hand, staring into her eyes. He studied her reactions and noticed her shortness of breath. This wouldn't do for long; he would have to sit back down. She was way too short.
He tugged on her breasts and she duck walked with him to the bed. He took a seat and fondled her breasts more. He tried to stay focused on her eyes, even if she wasn't looking at him at the moment. He didn't want to draw attraction to his gawking at her work and embarrass her out of the pleasure. She circled her clit with the vibrator. James took a nipple in his mouth.
Her eyes grew bigger and she looked ahead at him looking in her eyes. Their eyes met while she trembled in his hands. The body commanded her now. She went faster in her circles. James sucked as much of the breast as he could in his mouth, then slowly let it out to the nipple. His opposite hand played on her other breast and when his mouth got to the nipple so did his fingers.
She shook her head 'no' over and over. James didn't let up with his hands, but released a nipple from his mouth, "Keep going." he ordered. "Don't stop." He pinched both nipples in his fingers. Loosening up, he used his palms and circled her nipple tips. It was too much for her. She tensed and stopped her movements. James, ever the gentleman, took over.
He stroked her and circled her clit. He caressed both breasts with one hand. When he felt she was at her peak, he reached around and slapped her tensed up little ass. Not hard, just a little, then caressed the spot he struck.
She stayed like that for the longest time, and then finally loosened up. He removed the vibrator off her clit and moved it further down her lips. She shuddered one final time and James took the vibrator away. She had clinched her eyes shut, but James was too busy to notice at the time. Now, she opened them and looked at James with awe written on her face. 'Had he really helped her with her first orgasm?'
To test it, he drew the vibrator up to her entrance. He forced it in just a little and the look of awe went to fear. "Are you a virgin?" James wanted to know.
"Virgin yes" She softly said.
‘Now why the FUCK is there a virgin in his room?!’ he thought in a fit of anger. Cathleen knew he didn't want any relationships! If he was to fuck her and take her virginity, she would stand a good chance in becoming attached to him. The VERY thing he wanted to avoid, hurting a girl's feelings, and yet, he's already given her an orgasm.
He grabbed his phone and took a few breaths. He didn't want to say anything that he would regret. But he wasn't taking a virgin. She better have a good explanation for this though. He texted, "Why is there a virgin in my room?' and waited for a response.
There was none. Instead, his door flew open and Cathleen walked in, dressed in business attire. She must have had a master key.
"James, shut up and listen." she barked, and then turned her gaze on the girl. Pointing to the girl she had her take a seat. Looking at his monitor, Cathleen motioned a hand across her neck telling someone to cut it off.
James was shocked; he didn't think about the damn monitor recording and hadn't seen this side of Cathleen before. He took the safe route and listened. He'd deal with the monitor issue later.
"Remember Jack and Jill?" and he nodded. "Ying is just like them, only worse." she started, and paced back and forth.
"They came from royal families; Ying did not. She was a child slave. She was given to me just like Jack and Jill. I have kept her for over a year." she sighed.
"She can't speak much English and she can't understand orders. She is ... useless to me other than doing laundry. She seems to have that down anyway. I wasted a lot of expensive clothes teaching her how to do that." and continued her pacing.
"I am giving her to you." But as James started in, she said, "Shut up, I'm not finished." and dared him to speak.
"Ying has no place to go other than a factory. She is mine to give to whom I want. You're going to protest the moral issue of slavery. This child has no education, no means of support, no language skill in the United States, and no hope. No hope, James!" she cried, her eyes glistened with tears.
"You know my morals; I don't want to hurt this girl." he replied, pointing at Ying. "I could do no better than you, surely." James explained.
"James, try it out. She could be your servant, your assistant. She knows you might take her virginity, but it is worthless to her anyway. What would she do with it? You need to be the master of this slave if for only one reason. You said it yourself, you won't hurt her. Anyone else might just do that, including me. I get aggravated at her. I'm afraid I'll lose my patience. You have the patience and tolerance to make a better master than I." she sobbed.
"Cathleen, where would I keep her?" James asked.
Cathleen waved across the room, "This will do." She offered, relaxing a little, "She knows her way around here a somewhat. She can take care of your laundry, cleaners, mail, even cooking if you teach her. You've seen what an obedient girl she is. It has to affect you knowing that she would do your bidding to the best of her capabilities."
Isn't it funny how the mind works? If you don't want something, you will think of a thousand reasons not to have it. But Cathleen was making him want it. Now his mind was coming up with all kinds of reasons to have her.
"I would have to learn Chinese..." James mumbled.
"Bah!" Cathleen waved a hand, "She's in America, make her learn English!"
"I'd have to get used to undressing in front of her..." James muttered some more.
"You're half way there now! Besides, you ran around the whole place naked already. She wouldn't be seeing anything the rest of us haven't."
"I'd have to get another phone for her..."
"Just give her your old one!"
"And another bed..."
"They deliver!"
"And freedom, what about that? I wouldn't want her cramped up in here all day."
"She can go anywhere you want her to. Hell, give her your old car and teach her to drive! It's rusting in the parking lot anyway!"
Now he wanted her. Not for sex, he thought. He was getting plenty of that. But just how many people in the U.S.A. had a servant? Well, he might as well be one of them too. "Ok."
"Ok?"
"Yes, ok, I'll ... take her." was James' affirmation.
"Good!" walking to the door and opening it, "Virgil!"
Virgil came through the door and for the second time within seven days, James saw a dolly. An old black trunk was mounted on it. Stickers adorned the sides and it had some serious wear and tear. Virgil unloaded it and left.
"There you are, all set!" Cathleen elated.
Lisa passed in the hall as Virgil exited. Blocking the door so it wouldn't close, she kept her ears perked listening. James caught her staring and asked on purpose, "So this slave is mine to keep?"
"Yes, do what you want with her. She's willing." Cathleen replied assuredly.
James thought to ask just one more question, "Ok, does she have papers?" which was probably the worst way he could have possibly put it.
"She is legally in the U.S.; I've made sure of that." Cathleen sighed.
"What the hell?" Lisa said, barging through the door. "You gave him a girl?"
Cathleen turned around and her eyes got big, "Oh, yes, you see..."
"I want one!" Lisa said.
"I'll share mine." James said.
"What all does she do?" Lisa asked.
"Laundry so far..." James replied.
"Oh, hell no, she's going to have to do better than that." Lisa huffed.
"Well, s
he is a little uneducated...?" James explained.
"Ok, sucking cock how is she on that?" Lisa queried.
"I really don't know, but she's a virgin so I guess..." James started.
"Bull shit! If she doesn't know, then she's going to learn!" Lisa vowed. "Now ... what about eating pussy? Does she even do that?"
"Again, like I said..." James started again.
"What's her name?" Lisa asked, not waiting for him to finish.
"Yang or Yung or Ying Chong, um, Chang, or Chung..." James tried to remember but he had enough going around in his head at the moment.
"Actually, you can name her yourself. I did mine." Cathleen confessed.
"You named yours Jack and Jill?" James exclaimed, "You are ruthless!" and then clammed up.
"Hey, Jack is bi! It fits!" Cathleen retorted.
Fuck, James thought. 'I've landed in the land of lust.'
"Ok, I'm taking the slave for a test drive!" Lisa stated, getting up.
"Now wait just a minute. I haven't finished ...interviewing her yet. You can interview her later." James complained.
"Bull shit, we can interview her together!" Lisa said, taking her shorts off since she was up anyway.
'Lisa is a damn nympho! I swear!' thought James as he saw her vibrating panties yet again. 'Where was she keeping the damned remote?'
"Ying Yang, you sucky?" Lisa asked, pointing to her crotch.
Ying shrugged like she didn't know. Lisa was going to find out though. Cathleen became worried, "Now don't abuse her." she warned.
"I won't. I'll fuck her face slow ... at first!" Lisa replied with a grin.
'What in the world did Lisa have holding over Cathleen? It's like the girl can do whatever she wants!' James thought.
"James, watch the wild child for Christ sakes." Cathleen said, and opened the door to walk out.
"Wait, you don't want to try her out?" Lisa asked.
"No thanks, I've got my own well trained, thank you." she responded and left James with the responsibility of another life.
Chapter Ten
"Now hold up Lisa, they cut my translator off." James said, going over to turn it back on. Ying scooted over to let him in. He reached down to the vibrator between her legs and turned it back on. While he was at it, he turned it up higher and for the first time in James’ new relationship, he saw her smile.
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