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Authors name: Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)
Story title : Journal of an Agent: Lucy Liu/Zhang Ziyi
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Journal of an Agent: Chap. 18 - Lucy Liu/Zhang Ziyi
By Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)
***
Feedback and suggestions always welcome. I am quite sure
that Zhang Ziyi doesn't live the way she is portrayed in
this story, but it was one of the only ways I could think
of bringing her in that was interesting to read.
***
Sometimes I wonder how I get myself into these
situations. Most normal people don't find themselves in
such awkward situations as the one I am in right now -
frantically trying to get rid of this suitcase bomb
sitting on my hotel bedroom.
I can hear two women screaming around me, freaking out -
Lucy Liu and Zhang Ziyi. I'm trying to ignore them and
concentrate on cutting the right wire, or at least
figuring out a way to stop the timer, but it's hard to
focus. My mind keeps wandering back to what led up to
this happening, two days before.
It all started when Lucy Liu came into my office, without
an appointment. I was on the phone with my current love
interest, Natalie Portman, when Lucy busted in through
the door.
"Yes Natalie, I'm doing fine. How about you? How is the
play going? Good...good" I said, before Lucy scared the
shit out of me by opening the door.
"Dean, I need to talk to you NOW!" Lucy said, walking up
to my desk and putting her hand down hard, rattling the
wood and the penholder on the desk.
"Natalie? I have to go. I'll call you back. Yes, I love
you too. Bye," I said, hanging up. "You know, I really
don't appreciate that Lucy. I DO have a personal life you
know." I said to her.
"Dean, this is important. You have to help my friend
Zhang, her agent is about to ruin her career." Lucy said,
pacing back and forth in front of my desk. She was
dressed in a no nonsense dress that clung to her
curvaceous body, her long black hair tied up behind her
in a tight bun. Any other day, I would have loved
spending time with her - but this interruption had pissed
me off.
"Zhang? Who the hell is Zhang?" I said.
Lucy pulled out a copy of Variety from her purse and
slammed it on my desk. On the front page was a picture of
the two stars of "Rush Hour 2", Jackie Chan & Chris
Tucker. Between them was a strikingly beautiful, petite
Asian girl.
"THAT is Zhang," Lucy said, pointing. I scanned the
article attached to the photo and read about her. It was
just a fluff piece on her current stardom, including
(something I hadn't remembered at first) her stint as the
main female character in "Crouching Tiger, Hidden
Dragon". In the picture, her smile was wide but polite, a
Hollywood smile for sure. She looked beautiful in the
semi-crumpled newspaper, and I was certainly more willing
now to listen to what Lucy had to say.
"Ok, now that I know who she is, what can I do about it?
She's not my client, you are," I said.
Lucy scowled at me, very similar to the gesture her
character Ling used often on "Ally McBeal". Sitting down
in the chair and appearing a little more calm, Lucy began
to explain.
"See, like me, Zhang is Chinese. Well, I'm Chinese-
American, she is just a Chinese actress COMING to
America. Any ways, the current agent she has now, also
Chinese, is named Lao Hwrong. He is ruthless in China,
and is known as being not only a strong Communist backer,
but also known to abuse his stars in more ways than just
ruining their careers. We are talking small children here
Dean...not a nice guy," Lucy said.
"Ok, but it's not my business to investigate how other
agents run their firms. So I'm afraid that I..." I
started to say, before Lucy cut me off.
"Look Dean, she really needs your help. Just go to his
office and talk to him, maybe you two can work something
out. Now that she is a big star, I think that he might
put her in some horrible movies just to exploit her, porn
films and God knows what else. Come on, do it for me
please?" Lucy said, begging.
"Alright, fine. Give me his phone number and I will talk
to him. Maybe we can buy out her contract," I said with a
sigh. Lucy clapped her hands excitedly and fished out his
number from her purse.
I made the call the next day, and set up a meeting with
Lao that night. His American office was located in San
Diego, so I knew it would be a bit of a drive. Judging by
what Lucy had told me, this guy may not be a person to
piss off if I didn't make him a worthwhile offer and the
address he had given me to meet him at, I knew, was a
pretty bad part of town. Just to be on the safe side, I
had Damon meet me at my house before we left to accompany
me for back up.
I was upstairs in my bedroom packing an over night bag
when I heard a knock on the door. "Come in Damon, I'm up
here," I said. I heard the door open and close but no
footsteps on the stairs. Puzzled, I went to the top of
the stairs and looked down. Damon was standing there, jaw
open and staring all around at the living room area,
admiring the house.
"You like?" I said, grinning a little as I walked down
the stairs to meet him.
"I like it a lot. And this was your father's you say?"
Damon said, still looking around.
"Yes. He left it to me when he died. Pretty amazing that
he made this much money, but then again he was in the
business for decades. Come on, I'm almost ready to go," I
said.
I handed Damon my duffel bag and walked down the hallway
towards one of the spare rooms. Right outside the door
was a painting. Lifting it from the wall gently, I pushed
it aside to reveal the small safe behind it. A few turns
of the knob and it was open. I reached inside and pulled
out a small black box and carried it out to the hallway.
In the more lighted hall, I kneeled on the ground and set
the box on top of my briefcase. Opening the box, I pulled
out a small, 9mm handgun and an ammo clip. Punching the
clip into the gun, it startled Damon and he looked down
at me wide eyed.
"Is this thing going to be THAT serious?" he said,
staring at me a little uneasily.
"You never know. Besides, I have a permit, so I'm not
worried about getting in trouble," I said. I put the gun
back into it's case and put the case inside of my
briefcase. Picking it up off the floor, I headed towards
the front door with Damon behind me. We hopped in the car
and were off.
With traffic on the freeway, it took a little longer than
usual to get to San Diego, but we made it to the meeting
place with 15 minutes to spare. Damon hadn't said a word
on the way there, but just kept looking occasionally when
he didn't think I was watching at the briefcase on the
floor beneath his feet.
It was incredibly dark on the street as we pulled up, the
two streetlights bulbs long since broken. There was only
the dim light of apartment buildings a block or so down
to guide us as we walked out of the car, the isolated,
run down house of our rendezvous off of a side street.
Walking up to the front door, we didn't even knock before
the door flew open, a large Asian man busting through
with a girl being drug behind him by her hair. He yelled
something in Chinese to her and flung her out onto the
yard, her small body crumpling a little bit when she
landed. I heard the girl sob a little as she picked
herself up and staggered away, her clothing making her
appear to be a hooker.
The girl now handled, the Asian man snapped his head
towards us and stared. I felt a lump in my throat from
nerves but managed to keep my voice calm.
"We are here to see Mr. Hwrong," I said, hoping the man
didn't notice my hand trembling as it held my briefcase.
Damon was a foot or two behind me and I could hear his
excited breathing as he too tried to appear normal.
The large man grunted and then walked back inside,
motioning for us to follow him. The house had managed to
contain light very well from the street outside, with
heavy drape curtains covering the windows from floor to
ceiling. The further in we walked, the more dilapidated
and disturbing the house became. It was much larger than
it appeared to be from outside, with a dim hallway
leading off to at least three bedrooms.
I could hear the sounds of moaning coming from one of the
closest rooms and figured that some of Lao's "talent"
were giving an Oscar winning performance. As we passed
through the kitchen, I saw two men sitting at a table
playing a miniature pachinko machine. Next to them were
two AK-47s and enough ammo to take out a small city. One
of them downed a drink and leered at us as we walked by.
Finally we turned a corner and were led down a small
flight of stairs to the garage, which was partially below
ground. The steel door to the garage was locked, but the
man who led us in put in a key and opened the door for
us.
The garage had been converted into a sort of office, with
a couple of desks and a couch with a big screen
television in front of it. To my surprise, Mr. Hwrong was
sitting in a desk in the far corner of the garage,
reading over some papers. As we approached him, I
couldn't help but stare at the posters on the wall -
communist propaganda pieces from all over the world,
including Russia and Cuba. Lao saw us approach and stood
to greet us.
He was an older man, in his late 50s by my guess, and was
wearing a sport coat and slacks, his tie loose around his
neck. His shirt was stained with sweat and he appeared to
be just another over-worked citizen. He ushered us to sit
down, but only after giving Damon a look of distaste. The
large man who led us in walked over to stand beside Lao
as he sat down, crossing his hands at his waist and
standing as straight as a board.
"So, Mr. Simonds, you are inquiring about becoming the
agent of our young Zhang, no?" Lao said. His accent was
heavy with Chinese, but his English seemed to be pretty
good.
"Yes, that's right. I can offer you a very good deal if
you will sign her contract over to me and let my firm
take over," I replied, settling into what seemed like
just another business deal.
"Mr. Simonds, let me assure you that money is no value to
me. In my country, we place great emphasis on pride and
tradition, and Zhang has brought us great pride from her,
how do you say, star power? For her to leave me and for
my company to no longer represent her at a time when she
is such a popular star, would cause us to lose great face
in the international business world," Lao said. He was
playing hardball now and I knew that if I wasn't careful
with my next steps, I would blow any chance I had.
"I understand that Mr. Hwrong, but I can promise you that
this will happen with the utmost delicacy to ensure that
no one loses face and that you or your company are
disrespected. If you will just take a look at my generous
offer, I assure you that..." I said, but Lao interrupted
me by suddenly slamming his fists on the table.
"MR. SIMONDS! YOU ARE NOT UNDERSTANDING ME!" he yelled,
before settling his voice down a bit. "Zhang will not be
leaving us. She has become like a daughter to me and I
value her tremendously, not only for other acting
abilities but for other ways that she pleases me. I am
sure that you can understand that a father would not want
to give up his daughter would he?" Lao said.
"Only if the father wasn't a dirty old man like you are,"
Damon said, startling everyone in the room for speaking
for the first time.
Lao was a little taken aback. "Ah, I see your bodyguard
here has more to him than just large stature. I do not
know what sort of dirty things he is speaking of but I
CAN tell you that if he dares insult me again neither one
of you will be leaving here, except perhaps on a
stretcher," Lao said in a very cold voice.
"I apologize Mr. Hwrong, Damon is new to this business.
He WON'T be speaking again and will leave that up to you
and I," I said, elbowing Damon hard in the side. Damon
lost his breath for a moment but now understood the
gravity of the situation and didn't say another word.
"Very well. But honestly gentlemen, I believe that we are
finished here. I would bring Zhang out here to meet you
but I think that it would be for naught now that I know
you have nothing to offer me. Good day gentleman, my
associate here will show you to the door," Lao said,
standing to leave. I had to act quick.
"Wait! Since we are in the land of freedom and choice,
why don't you just bring Zhang out here, just for a
second, and have her hear what we have to say. If you are
so confident that she will stay with you, at least then I
can know for myself," I said, standing up to face Lao. He
was much taller than I had thought, very tall for such an
older man.
Lao was clearly considering the idea, the expressions and
thoughts running across his face.
"Hmm...alright, I see no harm in that. Although be
prepared gentlemen for a shock when Zhang proves her
devotion to me. I will have my assistant here go get her,
she is in one of the back bedrooms ahhh...rehearsing for
a part. Just one moment," Lao said. I breathed a sigh of
relief under my breath, knowing that the deal was still
alive. We both sat down and waited for a minute or two
while the large bodyguard went and got her.
I heard some shuffling of feet behind us and a woman's
voice say something hurriedly in Chinese. Zhang was then
brought to stand next to Lao before us. She was wearing a
silk robe, obviously put on in a hurry. Her skin and face
were flushed with sweat and lord only knows what she had
been doing before she got here. But it was certainly
Zhang Ziyi, the beautiful woman from Variety I had seen
before. She was much more beautiful in person, her pale
white skin like a porcelain doll. Fixing her hair, she
straightened up in front of us and stood rigid, as if she
were going to be on display.
Lao said something to her in Chinese and then switched
over to English.
"Zhang, this is Dean Simonds. He is a fellow agent and he
is here to try and lure you away from leaving my company.
But you are devoted to us right?" Lao said, his hand
gripping Zhang's wrist tightly.
But Zhang wasn't playing ball. "I...I don't know. What
does he have to offer?" she said in broken English, her
voice wavering a little as she began to understand the
situation. I had to speak quick, to keep her interested
before Lao crushed any chance of her coming with me.
"I can get you roles in the hottest movies that are out,
good movies too like Crouching Tiger was. You will have
complete creative control over your character and can
pick and choose your movies on a whim. Plus of course, I
can guarantee you $2 million a picture," I said, all in
one breath.
Zhang's mouth dropped a little in shock and then she
looked slowly from Lao to me and then back to Lao.
"Ye..yes, that sounds like a very, how do you say,
agreeable deal. Where are the papers that I must sign?"
Zhang said. Lao however, had had enough. He jumped from
his chair quickly and took Zhang's wrist and began to
pull her away from the table violently.
"You ungrateful girl, after all I did for you. Well, you
will not leave here until I say you will!" Lao snarled. I
don't know why I did it, but I pulled my gun from my
briefcase quickly and held it up to Lao's face. He
stopped dead in his tracks, while his bodyguard reached
for his gun and aimed it straight at my chest.
Things got very tense, very quickly.
I felt my heart thudding in my chest as I held the barrel
of my 9mm a few inches from Lao's forehead. His eyes were
watching my arm and hand, and the slight trembling that
they were both doing. I started to speak, my voice dry
and raspy.
"You heard her Lao...she would like to join my firm. Now,
just let her go and let us get out of here and no one
will get hurt. And most importantly, I will not call the
police and tell them about what I saw that goes on here,
and I am sure is just a fraction of your real activities.
So please, let Zhang go and we will be on our way, no
harm no foul," I said, struggling to keep my voice calm.
"Yes. That would be a good idea," Lao said. Everyone in
the room could hear him swallow loudly as he clearly
tried to contain his rage. "You may exit through the
garage door so as not to alert any of my other house
guests," he said. Very slowly, I saw his grip on Zhang's
wrist loosen and finally let go as her hand came free, a
light red mark left where he had gripped her wrist
tightly.
Zhang quickly ran behind Damon and they both began to
back out towards the exit of the garage. My gun still
pointed at his head, I watched as Lao reached into his
pocket (his eyes never leaving my arm) and pulled out a
garage door opener. He pushed the button and the whole
room shook, the door opening slowly as it creaked on it's
track. I walked backwards out of the garage and as soon
as I was a few feet out the door, dropped my gun to my
side and ran like hell back to my car.
Damon and Zhang were already inside, and had left my
drivers door open so I could quickly slide into the seat
and rev the engine. I gunned the motor and floored it and
within a few minutes we were back on the freeway.
I took Damon home and put Zhang up in a hotel a little
bit outside the city, the room reserved to a fake name. I
headed home, making sure to look to see if anyone was
following me.
*
The next day, I picked up Zhang at her hotel and she rode
with me into the office, where I was going to call Lucy
and have her come greet us. Zhang followed me into my
office and sat down in a chair while I dialed Lucy's
number. Zhang had cleaned up in the hotel room and looked
much better, her hair now flowing freely over her
shoulders.
I had given her some money and sent her to the mall to
buy some clothes, for which she came back with a red
dress and a pair of white shoes. She was very quiet and
reserved, but also very polite when she did speak
(although neither of us mentioned the night before). My
guess is that Lao had her conditioned very well, almost
to the point of being a servant.
Lucy's phone rang about three times and then she finally
picked up.
"Hello?" I heard her voice say. Even though she was
Chinese-American, Lucy had a very recognizable dialect:
New York.
"Hey Lucy, it's Dean. You are still in LA I see, that's
good. Listen, I've got someone here who would like to
talk to you," I said, smiling up at Zhang. She returned
the smile, a very reserved but pretty one.
Zhang said something in Chinese (I'm guessing it was
"Hello"). There was a momentary pause before Lucy spoke
again, also in Chinese. Her tone was hesitant but it was
easy to tell she was trying to figure out if it was
really Zhang. They both began replying to each other in
escalating voices of excitement.
I was, of course, totally lost in what they were saying
but it wasn't long before they were giggling and laughing
with each other like excited school girls. Finally, they
stopped talking and Lucy spoke again in English.
"Dean, thank you so much. We HAVE to get together tonight
for dinner, and bring Zhang. It's the least I can do to
repay you for risking your life to get her away from that
awful agent," Lucy said over the speakerphone.
"I'd be honored. Are you any good of a cook?" I asked
jokingly with her. Zhang smiled down at me, nodding that
Lucy was.
"Well, you will have to just wait and see. And if you
don't like the food, there is always a little Chinese
place around the corner," Lucy said. There was silence in
the conversation for a moment, as I was too slow to pick
up on the joke.
"That was a joke Dean, you are supposed to laugh. You
know, humor?" Lucy said.
"Good one Lucy," I said sarcastically. "It had me in
stitches. We will be there at 8, ok?"
"Sounds good. Oh, and bring your appetite, I've got a
special dinner planned just for you," Lucy said before we
hung up.
*
Zhang and I showed up at 8 sharp and rang the doorbell.
Lucy greeted us dressed in a red kimono and barefooted,
the robe barely reaching up to her mid calf. I had
dressed comfortably, in just a pullover shirt and jeans
and Zhang was still wearing the new clothes she had
bought earlier. Lucy led us in and we all sat down.
However, it wasn't but a second before Lucy was back on
her feet and kneeling by my legs.
"The Asian race in general has long used the idea of a
geisha in their culture. You do know what a geisha is,
right Dean?" Lucy said as I watched her remove my shoes.
"Yes. That's when a woman is basically a total servant to
a man, feeding and bathing and pleasing him sexually.
Right?" I asked. I caught on to where this was going but
didn't want to seem over eager, so I played it very cool.
"Yes, roughly. As Zhang here can tell you, it is sort of
becoming an outdated practice except for geisha houses.
It used to be that a woman was at a man's beck and call,
but now, especially in Japan, they are becoming more
modern and women are doing a lot more.
Now the geisha would be considered like an escort here in
America, or the method could be used when a wife wants to
please her husband the extreme," Lucy continued. She had
removed both of my shoes as well as my socks and was
beginning to massage my feet gently. I glanced over and
noticed that Zhang was much closer to me now, apparently
waiting on Lucy's word before joining in.
"Ok, but that doesn't explain why you are taking off my
shoes. We aren't even dating!" I said, still playing the
dumb card.
"Both Zhang and I would like to thank you for getting her
away from such an awful situation. So, for tonight at
least, let us please you and service you in any way which
you wish," Lucy said, standing over me now.
"That's very kind, but you don't have to do that," I
said.
Zhang finally spoke. "No, we insist. Now please, stand up
so that I can remove your shirt. Lucy will go get the
food," Zhang said. I did as I was told and stood still as
I felt Zhang's fingers slide under my shirt and pull it
off over my head. The air was a little cold, but still
good on my chest. Zhang took me by the hand and led me
across the room to a much larger chair than the one I had
been sitting in. She propped my feet up on some pillows
and went to help Lucy get the food.
A minute or so later, both girls returned with a plate of
sushi of all types, and a big bowl of rice. Zhang had
also changed into a kimono too, hers a jade green that
looked eloquent against her white skin.
Lucy and Zhang kneeled on both sides of me, the plate of
fish resting at their feet. Lucy picked up a pair of
chopsticks and a small roll of salmon, wrapped in
seaweed.
"Now open wide Dean and enjoy!" Lucy said. She put the
sushi roll in my mouth and I ate it, the taste being
salty and rich but very delicious. Next, Zhang used her
own pair of chopsticks to feed me a mouthful of rice,
which was also quite good. The entire experience of
having someone feed you was not like anything I had ever
experienced - you don't feel helpless, but at the same
time it is a very empowering feeling to be fed by someone
else and to feel that slight bit of special-ness. Both
women were very graceful in their movements and it was
quite arousing to watch their beautiful skin against
their silk robes.
When I had finished eating, Lucy carried the tray away
while Zhang led me down the hall. Lucy's house was quite
large, decorated in a mix of Asian style and modern art
decor. It seemed to fit her personality perfectly -
American raised, but hadn't forgotten her roots.
I followed Zhang down a hall into an exercise/spa like
room towards the back of the house. to my surprise, the
water in the spa was already churning and heated. The spa
was set into the floor, not above ground like most are. I
had just taken a spa on my vacation only a few weeks
earlier, but this one was different.
The water didn't seem to churn like a normal spa would,
and it appeared to be more of just a hot bath of sorts.
The room was filled with the heat of the tub and a small
set of heated stones sitting near the tub.
"Please, get into the tub and I will wash you," Zhang
said. I was a little embarrassed because I could feel my
hard on growing some (this whole situation was extremely
erotic, in a way I had never felt). Zhang must have
sensed my embarrassment about my current state, so she
turned around while I undressed. Stepping lightly into
the tub, the water was very hot but felt very good
against my skin. The air over the water was very
fragrant, with the scent of oils and plant extracts mixed
into the water.
I sank into the tub slowly, letting the hot water cover
my skin. I felt my muscles relax almost completely, and I
laid against the side of the tub. Zhang came over at sat
next to me, a cloth washrag in her hand and a bucket of
soapsuds. Dipping her delicate, small hands into the soap
water, she squeezed it out and then began to drub the
cloth over my shoulders as I laid back and relaxed.
I was at total ease, and when Zhang would finish
scrubbing one part of my body, she barely had to push me
and I would move to her exact whim, rolling around like a
wet piece of pasta. The cloth she used to scrub my body
was extremely soft, and felt wonderfully smooth on my
skin as Zhang moved it back and forth.
When the time came for me to stand up so that Zhang could
wash the backs of my legs, I gingerly stood up and hoped
that she wouldn't notice the hard-on she had given me.
But to my surprise, she seemed to simply ignore it and
act as if it wasn't even there. Lucy had returned at some
point during my "bath time" with a stack of towels. As I
climbed out of the spa, refreshed and more relaxed than I
had felt in years, Lucy was there waiting to wrap her
towel around me.
"Now you have been fed and bathed, now we can REALLY show
you how a woman, or in our case women, can please a man,"
Lucy said seductively. The light from outside the room
had shown through her robe slightly and I could make out
her thin, muscular frame beneath the material. Wrapping
the towel around my waist, I followed them into the
living room area again.
Lucy and Zhang both sat down on the floor and motioned
for me to do the same. There was a very large mattress
like bedding on in the middle of the room that took up
most of the floor space that we all sat on. Both Lucy &
Zhang, acting together, gently laid me down onto the
bedding and unwrapped the towel from my waist, leaving me
naked (and hard), laying on the bedding. Zhang & Lucy
then stood up and each removed their robes, revealing
their naked bodies.
Lucy was very well toned, with a slight hint of a six-
pack for her tummy and muscular legs that were both
graceful and clearly quite strong. Her breasts were a
beautiful sight, a large B cup resting perfectly on her
chest. She had put her hair down and let it flow over her
shoulders like a long, beautiful river. Lucy's pubic hair
was neatly trimmed and as dark as the hair on her head.
She looked statuesque in the light, a perfect specimen of
a perfect body.
That's not to say that Zhang didn't appear to be flawless
either. Her body wasn't as developed as Lucy's and seemed
to be more of that like an elf or nymph would be - spry,
nimble and petite, but also graceful and delicate. Her
breasts weren't as large as Lucy's either, perhaps maybe
just a larger A cup, but her nipples were quite
beautiful. A very light shade of pink except for on the
very, very tips, they looked like rose petals pressed
against her ivory skin. Her hips also were not as full as
Lucy's, but still had a girlish flair to them that was
very alluring. Her pussy hair was almost non-existent,
save for a few sparse hairs just above her slightly
protruding lips.
They wasted no time getting started. Lucy moved up to my
chest and began to rub her hand over it. Lowering her
thin lips to just below my shoulders, she gently began to
kiss my chest. The kisses were very sensual, warm but dry
and felt like fire sizzling on my skin. Her soft kiss
sent shivers down my spine. I felt Lucy move her mouth
down my chest, slowly dragging her tongue over and around
my nipple, teasing it around in a little circle.
Zhang meanwhile was busy on her own. While Lucy was
kissing my chest, Zhang had began to lightly play with my
balls, running them over her fingers and massaging them
with her nails. It tickled but felt amazing at the same
time. One thing was for sure - these ladies knew how to
please a man.
Lucy continued her kisses down my body until she reached
my cock, rock hard and laying against my stomach, waiting
for it's share of the attention. Lucy put it in her hand
and began to jerk me up and down very slowly, timing her
rhythm with Zhang's tickling of my nuts. Then at the same
time, both girls put their mouths on my balls and began
to suck them in gently into their mouths.
Within a moment, I felt Zhang's tongue snake from her
mouth and begin to lick my sack. Then, coming from the
opposite direction was Lucy's tongue. Both girls were
sucking and licking my balls while Lucy played with my
cock. The feeling was beyond description. They kept at
this for a few minutes and I felt at total ease, feeling
the pleasure these two beautiful stars were giving me.
However, what almost caused me to blow my load on the
spot was actually something that seemed to happen by
mistake. I glanced down to watch them, and just about
came as I saw Zhang's tongue move accidentally into
Lucy's mouth. It was very brief, but it was one of the
most erotic things I had ever seen. Out of the corner of
her eye, Lucy spotted me watching them.
"Did you like that Dean? Did you like seeing mine and
Zhang's tongue touch each other?" Lucy said seductively.
I could only nod in agreement.
"Well then, I think we have found an even better way to
please you," Lucy said. She glanced over at Zhang and the
two girls looked at each other, communicating with
glances and looks. Both then sat up onto their knees and
pulled closer together.
I watched in amazement as Lucy took Zhang's naked body
into her arms and began to french kiss her almost
forcefully. Zhang seemed a little reluctant at first, but
then began to enjoy Lucy's urging her on and returned the
kiss with great fervor. Zhang wrapped her arms around
Lucy's thin waist and pulled her to her closer, their
breasts crushing against one another.
Lucy moved her free hand (the other being behind Zhang's
head) down Zhang's trim tummy and began to slide a finger
into her cunt, playing with it. Zhang jumped a little at
this, mostly from surprise, but seemed to be greatly
encouraged by Lucy's stroking of her pussy.
Left on my own, but gladly enjoying the show, I began to
stroke my dick, it's hardness now unbearable as I watched
the two Asian beauties put on a great performance. Zhang
broke the kiss and lowered her mouth to Lucy's left
breast and started licking and sucking on it, gently and
softly. Lucy threw her head back in silent bliss as the
younger woman fondled her breasts. Clearly the more
dominant of the two, Lucy pulled her hand from Zhang's
cunt and slowly pushed the girl down onto her back. Zhang
spread her legs wide and pulled her pussy lips open as
Lucy lowered her head to Zhang's waiting snatch.
With obviously a lot of experience, Lucy wasted no time
sticking her tongue into the young girls cunt and probing
her most inner regions. Her face totally buried, Lucy
would take her time moving around inside of Zhang. At
first, her mouth and tongue would be wrapped completely
around the girl's sex as Lucy sucked on it, a loud
slurping noise filling the air.
Zhang liked this tremendously and began to buck her hips
up and down off the ground, moving in time with Lucy's
sucking. To calm her down (it was tough to keep her mouth
on Zhang), Lucy inserted her middle finger into Zhang's
cunt while she fucked her with her tongue. At the
insertion of Lucy's finger, Zhang began to moan
uncontrollably, crying out in pure ecstasy.
Feeling like I would shoot my load at any second, I
needed release. Walking up behind Lucy with my dick in my
hand, I positioned my 9 inches of meat at her waiting
hole. She was a little damp from all the excitement, so I
rubbed my cock against her pussy to get it nice and
lubricated for my entry.
When I was covered in her juices, I slowly eased my prick
into her. Lucy gasped a little, as she didn't know I was
going to be entering her, but pushed her hips back
slightly to accommodate me and get more into her. I began
small strokes in and out of her cunt and within a few
thrusts I was buried inside of her completely.
Lucy had paused while I entered her, but now was working
double time, her upper body licking Zhang out and her ass
and thighs working against me. Lucy's snatch was pretty
open, although I felt a little bit of tightness that I
guess meant she hadn't been fucked in a little while. As
I continued to pound away at her, Zhang's moans grew
louder and louder as she was on the edge of cumming.
"UUUNNNGGHHHH!!!!" Zhang moaned, bucking her hips up hard
towards Lucy's face as Zhang orgasmed, her chest and
small breasts heaving up and down. Lucy caught most of
Zhang's juices with her tongue and drank them down
quickly, trying not to miss even a little bit of her
sweet pussy juice.
Zhang calmed down after a minute or so and laid down on
the ground, her chest still rising and falling rapidly as
she caught her breath. Lucy looked back at me, her face
shiny and sticky from Zhang's juices, and squinted her
eyes tight as I fucked her pussy. Lucy opened her mouth
in small "O" shape and moaned softly as she too was on
the verge of cumming.
However, I beat her to it. I felt my balls rise up some
as a hot stream of cum shot through my cock and into
Lucy's fiery hot pussy. I squirted jet after jet of my
sperm into her, feeling it go deep within her pussy and
hit her inner walls. My orgasm triggered Lucy's own and I
felt her pussy lips shudder around me as she came as
well, her inner muscles contracting around my dick
tightly. I held myself inside her for a minute or so and
then pulled out, the head of my shaft covered in juice.
We all rested for a moment, but Zhang, being the youngest
of us, was more than ready to keep going.
"I see that Zhang's pussy wants to feel your cock too
Dean," Lucy said. "Shall we introduce the two?"
"Of course. I'd hate to turn down an invitation," I said,
smiling.
Lucy took my semi-hard prick in her hand and led me over
on me knees towards Zhang. Now it was my turn to lay
down, so I followed Lucy's instruction and spread my legs
wide, holding my dick in my hand. Zhang stood up and
squatted over me, her strong leg muscles flexing as she
lowered herself towards my prick. Lucy wrapped her arm
around Zhang's waist and gently guided the girl towards
me. Enjoying the tease before the set-up, Lucy would drop
Zhang's pussy just low enough to get the head of my dick
in, but then raise the girl off slightly off of me. She
did this repeatedly, each time slipping more of my meat
inside of Zhang.
It took a lot of strength on Zhang's part not to just
fall down on top of me, as this sort of up and down
exercise had to be tiring. But she showed no indication
of it being a problem, and in fact seemed to love it with
each downward motion more than the last. Her body was
glistening with sweat now and her hair was matted around
her face as she rode me up and down slowly.
Finally, Zhang had lowered herself so that all of my
prick was inside of her. She lifted herself off once more
and then dropped back onto me suddenly. We both cried out
in pleasure as I felt my rod run up into her like a
missile and her tightness stretch around me. I wasn't
sure how often she had fucked, but she felt almost like a
virgin as I pumped in and out of her.
Zhang ran her hands up and down my chest, resting them on
my shoulders as she lifted her hips up and down and rode
me, matching my upward thrusts. Lucy meanwhile had
crawled between my legs and was again licking and sucking
on my balls with her tongue as I fucked Zhang. I felt one
of Lucy's fingers move up towards my ass and felt the
pressure as she slowly slid a finger into it.
I had never had that happen before, but it felt quite
good to feel Lucy's fingertip wiggle around inside my
asshole slightly while Zhang rode my cock and Lucy licked
my balls. Zhang lowered her head to my face and we began
to kiss passionately, our tongues entwining within each
other's mouths. Her tongue was small and delicate but
nimble and quick, as she explored my mouth. I could feel
Zhang's hot panting breath on my face and knew she was on
the verge of another orgasm.
I grabbed Zhang's ass tightly and pulled her back and
forth against my cock as she rode me, the backwards and
forward motion putting extreme friction against her clit
and my dick. I was also just about to cum, so I was
trying to cum at the same time as Zhang did, so that I
could shoot my load in her as he juices poured out.
It was Lucy that got us both off though. Moving from
between my legs to put her head on my chest, Lucy had
great timing as she began to lick both of us off at once.
When my cock was fully exposed, she gave it a quick lick
and when Zhang crashed down onto my hips, Lucy's tongue
knew right where to find Zhang's fully aroused and
exposed clit.
It only took two of these little tongue tricks to get us
off, and Zhang screamed loudly as she came. Bucking deep
into her, I shot my second, surprisingly stronger load
into her, tightening my ass cheeks as I raised my hips
from the ground, trying to stay as deep in her as
possible.
Exhausted, the three of us lay there for an hour or so,
catching our breath and fondling one another.
*
Lucy came with me as I drove Zhang back to her hotel
room. I walked her up to her room and came in to make
sure that everything was ok. Alarmingly, it was not.
Sitting on her bed was a small package and a note. It was
written in Chinese and placed atop the package. The girls
had been in good spirits until they saw it on the bed,
but then Zhang's face turned a sickly pale white as she
realized what it was.
"Oh no...Lao has been here..." she said.
"What is that? Has he done this before?" I asked, all of
us stopped in the middle of the room staring at it.
"Yes. It is a bomb," Zhang said coldly, her words
stuttering a little as they came out.
My heart leaped into my throat. "A bomb? How did he get
it in here? Why did he put it here?" I asked, my voice
rising to a level of extreme tension.
"It's his calling card of sorts. If you do him a
disservice that he deems terrible enough, he will always
seek revenge. Usually though, his notes tell why he did
it and if we are lucky, how to stop it," Zhang said.
"I'm not walking over there to get that note," Lucy said,
turning towards the door. "I'm calling the cops,"
"NO!" Zhang and I both said at the same time. We glanced
at each other in puzzlement, as we both had different
reasons not to get the police involved.
"Lucy, we can't have this get out to the media. Lao may
go to jail for the bomb but so will I for holding him at
gunpoint," I said. "I'll go get the note and you girls
read it to me,"
They both nodded in agreement and I began to cautiously
walk towards the package. The note rested slightly on top
of it, trying to show us that the note would not set it
off. As I drew closer to it, I extended my shaking hand
out and picked the note up off of the bed. Walking just
as slowly back towards them, I handed Zhang the note. She
began to read it in English:
"Mr. Simonds, allow me to explain my actions. Coming into
my house brandishing firearms brought great disrespect to
me and my business and for that, you must prove yourself
a worthy adversary. I knew that you would be the one
reading this because my men have followed you since you
left my storefront two days ago. They also know that you
are alone up there with Zhang Ziyi and another delicate
Asian beauty, Ms. Lucy Liu. The package resting on the
bed is a bomb. Open the packaging and examine the small
box. It contains three wires protruding from inside, all
but one of which are linked to a detonation device. The
explosives beneath the detonation device are plastic C4
and are strong enough to destroy the entire floor in
which you stand. Should you find the correct wire, the
bomb will disengage and you will have proved yourself
worthy to me as a business associate. Do not try to
contact outside help, nor leave the room, because my men
are watching your every move and can detonate the
explosive remotely. Good luck."
We all stood in silence for a few moments. Then, I
finally spoke: "I got us into this mess, I have no choice
but to try and get us out,"
Walking over to the package, I slowly remove it's
wrapping and set the black box on the bed. The note was
right: there are 3 wires, a green, red and blue. On the
face of the box is something that Lao neglected to
mention - a clock counting down to the time before
detonation. It read 7:00 and was quickly counting down.
"Ladies, please stay over there. I'm going to try and
figure this thing out and I don't want you near the
impact in case it goes off. In fact, crouch behind that
counter over there," I said. Lucy & Zhang followed my
advice and quickly moved behind the mini-bar and kneeled
down, watching me.
6:00....
I stared carefully at the box, tracing the wires. The red
and blue were on the same side of the box, but each came
out of a separate hole and looped to the top of the box,
where they reentered it. The green wire on the other
hand, ran from the right side of the box over it
vertically and connected inside below where the red and
blue wires protruded from. It was quite confusing to look
at and became tricky to trace where a wire started and a
wire ended.
5:00....
Reaching into my pants, I pulled out my pocketknife and a
small penlight that I had received as a gift back when I
was still a child. Turning on the light, I shone it into
each of the holes. The red and blue wires appeared to
connect to a smaller black box inside, which lay just
below the timer. The inner walls of the box were tightly
packed with a gray, clay like substance that I could only
guess were the explosives. I felt a shiver run down my
spine as I recognized them. Rotating the box towards me,
I shone my light into the hole where the green wire came
out. It connected also to a small box, but where the red
& blue wires ends disappeared, the green one's went into
another box, as if in a loop.
2:30....
Lucy and Zhang had come to stand behind me now, despite
my instructions. When they glanced down at the timer,
they began to panic. Screaming and yelling things
frantically, Zhang began jumping up and down. Lucy tried
to calm her down but quickly became upset herself. They
began pacing back and forth behind me and I tried my best
to ignore them. I think that brings this now back to
where we started.
Glancing down at the timer, it read 1:15 and the seconds
seemed to be screaming by like a train. Picking up my
pocketknife, I had to decide what to do. The green wire
seemed to be the obvious choice, but it seemed almost TOO
obvious. And yet, between red and blue, which was the
better pick? I decided to go with green.
27 seconds.....
My hand shaking almost uncontrollably, I took the green
wire in my hand and slowly began to rub it back and forth
against the knife.
14 seconds....
The plastic cut away and I cringed a little as the knife
made contact with the wire. Flinching and tightening up
my shoulders a little as I cut, I gave it one final tug
and felt the blade cut through the wire.
My heart going a mile a minute, nothing happened. I
slowly opened my eyes and glanced down at the clock - :08
seconds left. I relaxed for just a moment before suddenly
the package began to beep rapidly. Running for cover, I
dove behind the counter (Lucy and Zhang had already moved
there, my guess is when I began cutting the wire). The
package continued to beep but nothing happened.
Then, not a moment later and much to our surprise, the
door to the room burst open and in walked Lao.
"Ahh, Mr. Simonds. Congratulations! You truly are a man
of integrity. A lesser, cowardly man would have gone to
the police right away. But you sir are a true warrior,
willing to sacrifice yourself if needed," Lao said,
vigorously shaking my hand.
"Now, let us go celebrate our new partnership. Zhang may
of course stay with you, as I am now sure she is in, how
do you say, good hands. But we must make everything
official with a celebration, come, come!" Lao said,
walking out the door. I glanced at Lucy & Zhang. They
shrugged their shoulders at me and followed Lao out.
Catching my breath and trying not to have a heart attack
from the fact that I almost got blown up, I put my knife
back in my pocket and went to join the celebration. And
what a celebration it was - Lao was a much more caring
and fair man than I had first thought. True, he did have
shady ties, but winning his respect meant the world to
him and he now felt I was in his good graces.
Closing the hotel door behind me as I left the room on my
way out towards said celebration, the package continued
to beep incessantly, it's clock frozen at :08.
CHAPTER 19: Hale Berry
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