The Professor and the Chinaman - 4

‘Well then, Cheers my dear and here’s to a successful outcome!’

Janey chinked glasses, ‘Thanks again Prof, I could have got my own ticket you know!’

‘Yes, but then you’d be at the back of the plane, and what’s the point of that?’

‘Yeah but....’

‘Nothing, dear girl, nothing. I cannot fly cattle class across the globe and as the whole point of the trip is you and your sister, it’s better that we sit together.’

‘Now you’ll forgive me, I hate flying and am a terrible companion.’ He pulled out his iPad, plugged in the phones and was gone.

Janey shook her head, ‘Blokes, especially English blokes, what were they on about?’

Catching the Stewardess’s eye she got a refill and checked out the videos.

 

The twins sat on the bed, naked their hands clasped in front of them. They could hear giggles, squeals and splashing noises from the bathroom.

Shen turned and looked at his brother, he raised an eyebrow. Han shook his head and returned his gaze to the floor.

A scream, pain? pleasure? They couldn’t tell.

The door opened, they looked up. There she stood, naked except for a string of pearls. Their eyes gawped at her pure white body, smooth, hairless, alabaster skin shining in the reflected light.

The Boss Lady, perhaps the most feared women on the island. European it was believed, though no one could be sure of her origins. Her appetites though were well known.

Breasts still firm, hard pink nipples stuck out despite the heat of the night. Down their gaze passed,  taking in the curve of her belly, the lips of her sex, swollen, a hint of moisture just visible.

In the background a girl hurried out of the bathroom, hastily pulling on her clothes, a glimpse of flushed cheeks, as she pulled the door shut behind her.

A thin smile crossed her lips, bright red and full.

‘Stand, Oh, and drop those hands boys,’ the command came.

Shuffling, they obeyed, hands falling to their sides, faces reddening as they displayed their obvious arousal.

She approached, eyed them and reached out a hand. Shen tried hard not to flinch as the long fingernail traced a line along his cock.

‘You shall be first’ He felt a slight chill or was it..? Her eyes moved to Han, ‘You, stand there, don’t move, don’t touch me, or yourself.’

Placing her hand on his chest she pushed Shen back on to the bed and climbed on. Easing her way up his body she grasped his cock and slowly lowered herself.

She began fucking him vigorously, using him like a living sex toy.  Her buttocks driving up and down as she sought release.

Han watched as his brother slowly grew redder and redder, till suddenly his face contorted and he groaned as he came.

She quickly rose from the rapidly drooping penis, Shen’s residue dripping from her swollen sex.

‘Useless,’ she spat, ‘You come here and finish now!’

She lay back. Parting her knees and pulled Hans’s face deep into her crotch.’ Lick me now and make it fucking good!’

He applied himself with vigour, his tongue flicking, teasing, while fingers traced the sensitive lips. Her orgasm was violent. Her body bucked and shook; his head felt almost as if it was being torn off as she shuddered and finally subsided.

Breathing more heavily, she rose slightly, ‘Go now, and do not breathe a word of this to anyone.’

Silently they nodded as they hastily dressed and left the room.

Pouring a glass from the champagne in the ice bucket, a laugh rang out, ‘Boys, once again they sent me boys!’

Never mind, Jurgen was flying in tomorrow and he knew how to treat a lady.

‘Could they be trusted?’ She hadn’t reached where she was by trusting. Decision made, she picked up the phone by the side of the bed, a few words and she hung up.

Watching what had happened to the girl earlier had aroused the deep need for sex in her and somehow she felt there was much more of such things to come.

 

 

Shen and Han climbed out of the taxi and headed into the bar. They sat in a panelled booth, a bottle of Scotch, glasses and an ice bucket in front of them.

‘Cheers my brother! Tonight we fuck Boss Lady!’

‘Shut up you fool! Do you want to tell the world and get us killed?’

‘Private bar, members only, we safe here, my brother. Drink!’

They drank, and drank again.  They did not notice the waitress, carefully listening as they boasted, embellishing the tale of the night, turning humiliation into triumph.

A quick glance and a nod was all it took, the barman read the signal and acted.

Once again the Boss Lady was right.

The brothers were too drunk by now to catch the faint sound as the panelling behind them slid back.

Wisps of smoke floated around them, fuddled they barely struggled as they were enveloped and then dragged thought the gap, mouths covered, wrapped up by a sudden cloud of mist.

The panel slid shut, the waitress cleared the table. There was no trace of the brothers.

 

 

Ho’s face went white when he heard the command. It had only happened once before and he still had nightmares but he knew better than to question an order.

Casey was pulled to her feet, the blindfold removed. She shook her head, blinked several times and stared at the Chinaman. He bowed, ‘Dinner and bath now lady,’ He took her bound hands, ‘This way please.’

Still naked, she was led to another room, hot food brought saliva rushing to her mouth. A knife cut her bonds and she fell upon the chicken and rice in front of her. ‘Wine too, what was going on?’ Thoughts rushed round her head as she ate.

She sat back and drained her glass, Was this her last meal? Was that the deal?

‘Come now.’ She rose, led though to another room and she was stepped into the tub awaiting her. The hot water soothed her aching body and her head fell back as she relaxed.

Her eyes opened when she heard the door open, Ho stood there, robed in white.

'It is time.'

 

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