The Professor and the Chinaman Part 5

The plane banked as it began the descent, out of the window she could the lights of Hong Kong below. Until now just a transit point, she’d never left the airport but now she was entering the city, hopeful she could find out what had happened to her sister.

Glancing across the divider she saw the Prof, his hands were clenched on the seat rests, knuckles white with tension.

‘Hey Prof, it’s cool, most planes land safely these days!’

He turned his head and smiled wanly, ‘So sorry my dear, I am a real wimp at flying.’

She reached over and took his hand, ‘Hey Matey, chill... we have a job to do out here..’

‘You are right of course and I’ll be fine in a minute or two..’

 

He drew deeply on his e-Cigarette.

 

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Their bags had come quickly; leaving the terminal she was surprised when the Prof burst into a stream of seemingly fluent Cantonese to the cab drivers clustering around.

He opened the door, ‘Come on let’s get out of here.’

Neither had noticed the Chinaman with the pigtails and pointed hat watching from a telephone booth by the exit.

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The cab deposited them outside a large ultra modern block, ‘this way my dear’ said the Prof as he led her to the door.

Janey could not believe her eyes as she looked round the apartment. It must have cost a fortune with the prices here. She stared intently, ‘Hey I don’t want to pry but this is not what I’d expect from academic’s pay package, what’s going on Prof?’

He looked a little shamefaced, ‘Perhaps I should have explained earlier, my err ‘wife’ runs a very successful business out here, not quite sure of the detail, but it suits her to have the respectability of a London University Professor as a husband and she is happy to fund my research visits....This apartment is actually in our daughter’s name for tax purposes apparently, she uses the one in our son’s name.

So we see each other very, very rarely...’ He paused and looked at her, ‘Yes I’m not proud but it helps my research .....’

‘It’s OK mate, whatever, I’m bushed after that flight, where can I can crash then?’

‘So, sorry, terrible host and all that...that door there is the spare room, there’s an en-suite so you should have everything you need.’

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The Professor took his case into his room, unpacked then returned to the living room.  Placing his iPad on the coffee table he strode to the kitchen, returning with a bottle of claret and a glass. He sat down and began browsing.

 

Janey left most of her things in her case, stripping off her clothes she went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

The hot water beat down on her body; she soaped herself, easing away the tension from the long haul flight.

She wrapped herself in the soft white robe and lay on the bed, sleep however would not come, a glass of water would help?

 

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‘Jeez ya bastard!’

The Professor jumped.

‘You opened a bottle and didn’t call me!’

Once again he blushed, ‘I do apologise, I thought you were going to bed... I’ll fetch another glass.’

She sat down on the couch next to him, stared at the screen, ‘What are you looking at Prof?’

‘Just a little more research before I go to bed, just wanted to check out a couple of websites..’

‘That can wait, tell me the plan for tomorrow.’

Topping up their glasses, he began to speak.

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The basement smelt dank, she wrinkled her nose as they led her down the steps. The only light came from flames guttering in the shadows. There was a hint of the sea in the air. Peering before her she saw shallow steps and water washing the edges.

They stepped down, and suddenly pulled her to the ground, shackles clamped around her wrists then her ankles were pulled apart and again bound.

The water lapped around her feet as they pulled the thin robe high, uncovering her body to her stomach.

She tried to cast a pleading glance to Ho but he avoided her eyes. He spoke a few words then they retreated.

She lay there, spread-eagled, helpless.  A grinding sound and then a splashing, the water rose, creeping up her bare legs.

‘And what was that?’ The sound of something in the water.

Casey strained against her bonds but could not move, she felt something touch her leg and then move higher.

‘No, fucking stop it now you bastards!’ she screamed.  It slowly slid up her leg, a flicker at the entrance to her sex and then ...’FUCKKK... JEEZZEZ Fucking Christ.....’

The head of the sea serpent slip deeper inside her, its tongue flicking as it penetrated her soft folds. A piercing scream echoed round the cavern and Casey’s head fell to one side.

The snake slowly withdrew from the writhing figure, the gate opened again and it slipped back to its resting place.

Once the shutter was down, Ho re-entered the chamber, releasing the clasps he looked deeply at Casey’s face, the dead eyes, the same as all the others.....

A voice barked out over the chamber, ‘ Bring her to me’

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‘So, that’s the plan, sound alright to you?’

They were on the second bottle by now, he turned to look at her, the bathrobe gaped slightly, giving him a glimpse of a rounded soft breast, the hint of a nipple. She reached out, out her arms around his neck.

Janey felt she wasn't quite sure what but she knew what she wanted....

‘Prof, just fuck me now!’ She kissed him and he gathered her in his arms, stumbling they made their way to the bedroom....................