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Emperor Style
by Eric Waters (eric_waters4567@hotmail.com)

***

A businessman in China finds out what it feels like to 
be an Emperor. (MFF, prost, asian)

***

It was my fourth trans-Pacific flight. Back in the 
early 80’s I had imagined myself to be a promising 
martial arts student. I went to Taiwan to study kung 
fu, and it took three months for me to be so thoroughly 
humiliated that I limped back to the US with my 
proverbial tail between my legs.

That failed experiment did give me some exposure to 
Chinese culture, and I did learn a bit of Mandarin. 
Twenty years later, I exaggerated my language skills to 
swing a business trip to mainland China. The boss’ ex-
wife was still with the company and her ex made sure 
that she spent a lot of time on the road. 

Leslie was a nice-looking woman, but she had a bad 
attitude about travel and frankly made a pretty lousy 
representative for the company. She knew no foreign 
languages and was proud of that fact. She dissed the 
locals constantly and seemed oblivious to the fact that 
they could usually understand English.

I took two trips to visit our manufacturing facilities 
in China with little-miss-ugly-American. By the second 
trip the reps were ignoring her and talking to me, 
since she was rude and really didn’t give a damn about 
her job. We let her go on a shopping binge and finished 
the actual work.

By the late 90’s, the boss had finally dumped the bitch 
completely and I was able to take over her job. About 
every six months I’d endure a flight to the other side 
of the world and keep our production affiliates in 
line. While I couldn’t operate business transactions 
without a translator, I learned how to deal with the 
egos, corruption and incompetence of our business 
partners. 

In 1999 I had my first "solo" business trip. I needed 
to delay the shipment of several cargo containers of 
electronics because we’d wound up with too much 
inventory. Sure, that was the golden era of the tech 
boom, but a lot of the companies that were raking in 
the cash didn’t actually do anything, and hence they 
didn’t create as much demand for hardware as we’d 
anticipated. At the time it seemed like no big deal, 
but in hindsight...

At any rate, I flew into Shanghai and was met at the 
airport by the head of the factory and by a hired 
translator. The head of the factory, Mr. Wen, was a 
balding, middle-aged man in a suit who had a chronic 
cough because of a respiratory infection. The air 
quality around Shanghai was nasty and lots of people 
smoked; lung ailments were especially common.

The translator was a college student named Mei Hua 
("Rose"). She was bright and spoke English with a 
delightful Chinese-British accent. Physically, she was 
plain and wore her hair in that ghastly institutional 
Maoist style that kids in early grades were required to 
wear. I got along well with Rose right away, and I 
chatted with Mr. Wen as best I could. A trans-Pacific 
flight will really mess with your biological clock, and 
the flight over was packed solid, so I didn’t sleep 
much.

I was picked up at 8:00 AM, and I started sucking down 
sodas to try to get enough caffeine in me to make it 
through the day ahead. When we got to the factory, I 
noticed that I was being treated with greater deference 
that usual, which meant that the mood was positively 
cloying. After an hour of niceties, I started to figure 
out what was going on. In dribs and drabs, it was 
explained to me that Mr. Wen’s company had purchased an 
old factory from the Communist Party, and within a week 
a low-grade earthquake had reduced it to rubble. 

The factory wasn’t going to be able to meet our 
production schedule, or rather, our old production 
schedule. I was tempted to explain right away that it 
wouldn’t be a problem, but I remained silent and 
learned, through Rose, that more bad news was coming. 
Evidently Mr. Wen had put himself in a bad financial 
situation, and he was going to need my promise that we 
weren’t going to run to his competitors in order to get 
a loan to rebuild the new property. 

Once the picture became clear, I started to feel pretty 
good despite my fatigue. I could do them a huge favor 
and make my boss happy at the same time. I had my best 
poker face on, and said that I’d have to call the 
company that evening (local time) to see if I could 
help them. By the early afternoon, I left the factory’s 
office with Rose in tow and headed to my hotel room. It 
was supposed to be a four-star hotel, but it was 
basically just nice. 

Rose had to leave me in the lobby, as the law was very 
strict about men and women going to a hotel room 
together unless (and I’m not kidding) they can produce 
a marriage license. She took me to one side and asked 
if I needed anything at all. I knew that I could ask 
for damned near anything and Mr. Wen would pay for it 
to butter me up, but I try not to mix business with 
pleasure; well, at least not when I’m in the middle of 
negotiations.

I took a nap, called my boss in the middle of my night, 
and told him that I thought I could get us our delay 
without much trouble. After that, I got caught up on my 
sleep.

I awoke early and had a western-style breakfast. I was 
looking pretty sharp and feeling pretty good by the 
time that I was scheduled to meet Rose in the lobby. 
Mr. Wen was supposed to be there too, but he had a 
doctor’s appointment. Rose asked me about American 
culture, and I politely corrected the inevitable 
misconceptions that folks have in other countries 
because they watch "Dallas" and "Baywatch" and think 
that’s how Americans really live.

When I made it to the factory, Mr. Wen’s assistant, Mr. 
Chen, explained that I would need to meet with local 
financial representatives to secure the loan that would 
allow the factory to expand its capacity. Ah, 
capitalism. He seemed nervous, and I assumed at first 
that he was just uncomfortable because his boss was at 
the doctor’s.

Rose and Chen and I took a company car into Shanghai. 
Traffic was horrible, but that was a good thing in a 
country that had recently only had bicycle congestion. 
The building we traveled to wasn’t a bank, but rather a 
new and very ugly office building. On a hunch, I 
reached into by briefcase and extracted a tiny voice 
recorder. I clicked it on and tucked it into my jacket 
pocket.

The elevator lurched to the twelfth floor and we 
exited. There were two hefty goons standing next to the 
elevator, and I knew we weren’t meeting with 
conventional financiers. I didn’t feel too worried, but 
it seemed irregular.

The office door wasn’t marked. We knocked and were 
buzzed in. We were greeted by a cloud of cigarette 
smoke and a tarty-looking woman. She took us to a room 
where three men were seated at a table. They didn’t 
rise when we entered, but instead gestured for us to 
take some unoccupied seats. Piles of paperwork were 
scatted around the room. The woman returned with a tray 
of tea.

Chen started talking rapidly with the men, and Rose 
gave me the general gist of the conversation. They 
seemed to be some cross between venture capitalists and 
organized looked small and timid, and they seemed 
delighted to make him squirm. 

The chief financier finally looked at me and said, in 
tolerable English, "You are Mister Waters, are you not? 
You work for the XXX Corporation, do you not?"

I nodded and was about to say something when the 
conversation abandoned me. They were speaking very 
rapidly, and I finally figured that they’d switched to 
Cantonese. I ignored what was being said, since I don’t 
speak Cantonese and Rose wasn’t trying to keep up with 
the negotiations. The thugs were treating Chen like 
shit, and they were obviously producing worse and worse 
terms for the loan.

I decided to make my move, largely because I was 
getting bored and I was tired of watching them harass 
Chen. I cleared my throat and stated a few words of 
well-prepared Mandarin. "No good. Five percent." 

The three men looked at me like I’d farted. They 
evidently couldn’t decide whether to laugh or threaten 
to kill me. Chen and Rose looked baffled.

I pulled out my tape recorder, which was still running, 
and shut it off. This is a trick I learned from a 
business associate who worked in India. I had no idea 
if this was going to work or not. I said to Rose, "Tell 
them that there’s a police motorcycle out front." The 
local cops rode two to a motorcycle, which looked about 
as lame as anything you can imagine. "They know exactly 
where I am." 

Actually, that was all a bluff, but I probably was 
being trailed by the government. Rose dutifully 
translated what I was saying, and it managed to provoke 
some strong responses. "I think that there’s a simple 
solution. A five percent loan for one year. My 
employers will have enough work to make the new 
production facility pay off in twelve months."

To this day I have no idea what I’d caught on my tape 
recorder, but the deal was sealed quickly and we left 
the building as soon as we could. Chen looked like he 
was going to vomit in the elevator. We make it back to 
the company car and noticed several police motorcycles 
going our way as we headed back to the factory.

Mr. Wen was waiting for us, and Chen explained what had 
happened in a monologue laced with nervous laughter. 
Rose tossed in a few observations, but she didn’t 
bother to translate.

Mr. Wen excused himself for a coughing fit. When he 
returned, he thanked me effusively through Rose. "Mr. 
Wen says that you have worked a miracle! You have saved 
the future of his company, and he is entirely in your 
debt. Your employer will be informed that you are a 
brilliant negotiator. If I may ask, may we have the 
tape?"

I considered the request for a bit, and then handed the 
mini-cassette over. "I would suggest making several 
copies." 

Wen held it like a precious jewel in his palm. "Yes," 
he said in English. Then, through Rose, he said, "If 
there is anything we can do to show you, personally, 
our thanks, please name it."

I figured that I might as well ask for something that I 
actually wanted. "Girls. Lots of girls," I said in 
Mandarin.

Wen and Chen looked at each other and chuckled. "We 
will arrange it. How many would you like?" Rose 
translated for Wen, maintaining her professional 
demeanor.

I held up my fingers. "Liu. Six." 

Rose continued to translate. "Ah, Emperor Style. Well, 
you have earned it. However, we can’t send six girls to 
your hotel room. We will send you to an establishment 
that can care for you."

The three of us ate dinner together, a lavish meal 
served on a lazy-susan table. There was local beer (not 
bad after the third glass) and excellent service. After 
dinner, I was dropped off at a nondescript apartment 
building. Rose accompanied me to the door. We buzzed 
the intercom and offered the appropriate password. The 
door whined and I pushed it open. 

"Mr. Waters, I hope that you have a good time." I 
couldn’t detect any note of judgmentalism in her voice. 

"Mei Hua, I would appreciate it if you stayed to 
translate. I’m not sure that they’ll have anyone who 
speaks English."

Rose gave me a cryptic look and then ran back to the 
car. I didn’t know if she was coming back, but a moment 
later she returned. "Mr. Wen said that it would be a 
good idea." Again, I couldn’t tell if she was 
tantalized or horrified. Her expression reminded me of 
the stereotypes of "inscrutable Asians."

We walked up three flights of stairs reached a door 
marked 411. Rose tapped on the door and it opened. The 
apartment inside was saturated in the smells of 
perfume, cigarettes, incense, and jasmine tea. 

We were greeted by a woman who fit the Central Casting 
notion of Dragon Lady. She was older and heavily made-
up. She smiled an insincere smile. She welcomed us into 
a small receiving room, one with couches on each wall. 
"Normally," she said in Mandarin, "we would have other 
guests here. Mr. Wen has seen to it that you are our 
only guest tonight. Do I understand that you want to 
enjoy love Emperor Style?"

I nodded. She held out a picture book with reprints of 
old woodcuts. The book was open to the scene of a man 
having sex with six women at the same time. I smiled 
and said, "Exactly." Rose looked at the book as well, 
and her eyes got big when she saw the illustration. I 
don’t think that she knew what I had requested until 
that point.

Rose translated for the Dragon Lady, "It is an unusual 
request, but one which offers a great deal of chi to 
the man. You will not be disappointed."

Dragon Lady clapped her hands and two women entered. We 
were off to a good start; they were twins. They were 
roughly in their mid-twenties, and cute though not 
exceptional beauties. I was informed that I would be 
cleaned before we started, and I allowed them to lead 
me to a bathroom. I looked over to Rose and said, 
"Please stay with me. My communication skills may not 
be sufficient for the moment." 

The Twins stripped me naked and I frankly didn’t care 
if I ever saw my clothes again. The room was tile-
lined, and there was a drain in the middle of the 
floor. I sat in a cheap plastic seat in the middle of 
the room, and the Twins stripped to their red 
underwear. They took shampoo and sponges and scrubbed 
me head to toe. It wasn’t especially naughty, and I 
didn’t have an erection just yet. Rose stood in the 
doorway and looked away, but I caught her peeking 
several times. 

After I was rinsed off, the Twins picked up some 
manicure equipment and worked on my fingernails and on 
my toenails. It didn’t take long, and they dried me off 
and wrapped me in a towel. They were damp from bathing 
me, but they didn’t change.

I was taken to the largest room in the apartment, one 
usually set up for parties. Four beds were shoved 
together in the middle of the room. Four whores were 
waiting for us, each wearing a traditional red high-
collared dress. They varied in ages from twenties to 
forties, and I didn’t think I was going to learn their 
names. One nice treat was a girl in the corner playing 
a traditional stringed instrument.

I’d never done anything this exotic before, and as we 
looked at each other, I didn’t think that this was a 
common request. Madame Dragon Lady entered the now-
crowded room. She slapped her hands together and 
ordered her girls around. Trays of mixed drinks were 
produced, and I have something that more or less passed 
for whiskey on the rocks. I sat down on the bed and the 
girls sat around me, running their fingers through my 
thinning hair and placing little kisses on my face 
which left absurd smears of lipstick. 

Dragon Lady (who really seemed to be enjoying herself) 
started orchestrating the action. First of all, I had 
to get naked again. That was easy enough, since I was 
just wearing a bathrobe. The middle of the bed was 
actually the intersection of four beds, so I plopped 
down towards one corner of the bed. 

One of the older whores made a big fuss over my penis, 
praising its size even though I was flaccid. She took 
it in her hands and began to expertly stroke it. 
Meanwhile, another girl started playing with my 
nipples. I usually don’t get into that, but she licked 
my furry chest and at the same time gentle lips touched 
my cock. It only took a minute to get to full hardness.

I knew I’d have to savor this. I heard Dragon Lady bark 
instructions and two of the women began stroking my 
feet. The Twins spread out my arms and rubbed my hands 
against their now-bare tits. They had small tits but 
nipples much longer than I’ve ever seen on a Caucasian 
girl.

We kept that pose for about five minutes, and other 
than feeling slightly ticklish about having my nipples 
played with, it was heaven. Dragon Lady ordered the 
next change. The Twins peeled off their panties and 
returned to my sides. They guided my hands at the same 
time to their pussies. They had long, straight black 
hair covering their mounds. They were both nice and 
wet, and I stroked them with my fingertips. 

The two women at my feet (who I couldn’t see very 
clearly) rubbed lotion onto my toes and then sat on my 
feet, rubbing them again their slits. I was working on 
pure sensory overload.

It suddenly occurred to me that I was now 
incapacitated. I also realized that I didn’t have a 
condom on yet. I spoke in Rose’s direction. "Mei Hua, 
could you ask them to get me a condom?"

"Mr. Waters... con-dum?"

Oh, shit. That wasn’t a word she recognized. "Uh, do 
you know what a rubber is?" The Twins simultaneously 
extended my index fingers and shoved them into their 
pussies. The girls at my feet were rubbing my big toes 
into their slits.

"Eh, yes, a rubber is on a pencil..."

Damned British English. "No, I need something to cover 
my penis." I hoped she knew that particular word.

"Oh, yes, the prostitute will cover your penis." Rose 
whispered something to the woman licking my cock. The 
whore grinned at me and nodded. She sat up and 
straddled my hips. There wasn’t a condom in sight. She 
rubbed my cock against her slit, and I resigned myself 
to my fate. She impaled herself on my erection and 
started riding my cock with extraordinary enthusiasm. 

I was working five pussies at once, and it was now time 
for number six. The girl who had been licking my chest 
took off her dress and stripped to her skin. She was 
tall for a Chinese girl, and she sat lightly on my 
soggy chest. She moved her pussy near my mouth, and I 
kissed it. She seemed clean and she responded strongly 
to the touch of my tongue. 

I wasn’t sure what it would all feel like. As it turned 
out, I couldn’t experience it all at once. I had to 
think about feeling the cunts that were playing with my 
toes, or consciously focus my attention on the pussies 
surrounding my fingers. 

I tried to ignore the sensations on my cock. The whore 
riding my cock wasn’t a beauty, but she had trained her 
pussy muscles and was squeezing me as she rode up and 
down. I wasn’t going to get to do this again anytime 
soon, and I needed to last as long as possible.

The whore on my tongue was being especially thoughtful. 
If she’d ground her cunt onto my face, I would have had 
a hard time breathing. As it was, the delightful 
experience was rather claustrophobic. 

I couldn’t see her, but Rose got close to me and said, 
"The matron has told the music girl to get undressed." 
I hadn’t noticed that the music had stopped, but I was 
a tad distracted at the moment. "I believe that you are 
going to have sex with her as well. The girl is saying 
that she has not had sex with a man before and she does 
not wish to be a prostitute."

I couldn’t see what was going on (for obvious reasons). 
The whore on my cock had lifted herself off of me, but 
she still had a hand on my dick. I said to Rose, "Mei 
Hua, tell the matron that the girl doesn’t have to have 
sex with me if she doesn’t want to. Believe me, I’m 
having a good time." Rose rattled off my instructions 
to Dragon Lady, and things got quiet for a moment. 

The tall girl on my face made it known that she wanted 
me to keep going, so I licked her clitty while the 
older whore stroked my cock with her hand. The beds 
shifted several times, and I dearly wished that I could 
see what was going on.

Rose finally said, "They have decided to give you the 
girl’s arse. She is being prepared. You are to, uh, 
squirt in her arse. Do you understand?"

"Well, yes..." There was a lot of motion on the bed, 
and the tall girl pushed my head against her crotch as 
she came. After she settled down, she crawled off of me 
and got behind me, lifting my head with her belly. 

I could now see what was happening. The Twins were 
guiding the young girl’s bottom over my cock. The woman 
who’d been fucking me was holding my stiff penis in 
position. The girl was facing away from me, and it was 
clear that her "arse" had been thoroughly lubed. 

The Dragon Lady gave the order and the girl was lowered 
onto me. The head of my cock rested against her 
asshole, and then it began to slide very slowly into 
her. She grunted but did not cry out. The sensation was 
intense; I really couldn’t last very much longer. Once 
I was about halfway in, she was lifted up and a very 
gentle pumping motion was initiated. I could tell that 
the girl wasn’t comfortable, so I focused on the 
sensations I was experiencing and prepared to come. 

As I prepared to come, I noticed that my translator was 
absentmindedly rubbing her crotch through her skirt. 
That did it. I grunted and came in waves into the young 
girl’s bottom. We all stopped moving, and after a 
minute my dick slid out, spent.

Two years later I learned that Rose was a government 
agent. It wasn’t uncommon for the government to get 
dirt on foreign businessmen in order to hold power over 
them. I was never blackmailed over my night as an 
Emperor, perhaps because it was deemed unlikely that it 
would work. I mean, if they had photos of me in bed 
with a rented harem, I’d want 8x10 glossies to hand out 
for Christmas.

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