LUCY by Cheetah I was never very popular with the girls growing up. I was a bit near-sighted, so wore glasses from an early age, and that began the self-fulfilling prophecy of being a 'brainiac.' I grew up on the border of a large city in a fairly nice neighborhood, son of a municipal executive mom and an absent dad. They'd divorced back when I was about two and I really didn't remember him much. Money was tight at my house. Maybe it was because I didn't have a dad, or maybe it was just my own innate awkwardness, but I felt directionless, and never felt manly enough around the girls. Yeah, I had a date or two throughout high school, but nothing very intimate or lasting. There was the one party where we played spin the bottle and I got to kiss Terry Winchell, but she wouldn't let me use my tongue, and she acted as if she were doing me a big favor for going through with it. Then, shortly before graduation I met Liu Tse. Everyone called her Lucy, though, and technically I'd met her long before graduation. It's just that I'd never really noticed her before that March. Lucy was not much of a joiner, and immediately after school she seemed to disappear, so few knew her much more than what she did in the classroom. She also tended to wear grundge clothing, so all the baggy pants and shirts didn't flatter her. She tended to let her hair hang down on the sides of her head so that it acted like blinders would on a horse. Lucy, I learned that year, was born in Thailand. Her father was an American serviceman who had gotten her mother pregnant while stationed over there, and just after she was born he was transferred without further word to them. When her mother died a couple of years later she went to live with her grandfather. I guess when she was about ten he decided to come to America and give Lucy the chance to be brought up in the land of the other half of her lineage. The serviceman had seen to it that she was certified as of American descent, so that helped grease the skids of her grandad wanting to come into this country with her. He set up a Thai restaurant, and it was there that Lucy went every day after school. She would waitress and do much of the bookkeeping while her grandfather ran the kitchen with an iron fist. Around his little Lucy, though, he was a teddy bear. I met Lucy in swim class when we both took lifesaving. She was a year behind me, but underclassmen and Seniors often took gym classes together, and since our school had a really nice natatorium I had signed up for many of the swimming classes. They taught us lifesaving techniques and first aid, but nearly my entire attention was on Lucy. As I said earlier, I'd never been very popular with the girls, being considered a nerd most of my life, but my senior year I'd begun to fill out and grow a little. Instead of being one of the smallest in my class I'd finally grown to just a hair under six feet tall. All the swimming I did finally had developed some of my chest muscles (though still no chest hair) so that I was filling out respectably, and I didn't feel too self-conscious around the other students. We had to wear swim team suits to do all of the exercises, and our school's colors are green and white. We all had on green Speedos with white slash stripes all over them, and the first day of that quarter's classes I noticed the little Amer-Asian with the awesome figure. Lucy wasn't very tall, but the non-descript girl in the baggy clothes was revealed to be a stunner *out* of her clothes. Her suit must have been one size too small because it hugged her like shrink wrap, and showed off her light brown skin color that, even after a long cold winter, looked like she'd been tanning for a summer. Her breasts were full and round, and the suit did little to disguise how chilly she must have been, if her pointy nipples stretching the suit even further were any indication. Our school had the latest in competitive suits, and her tiny waist was highlighted by the high cut of the fabric on her thighs. Below that were shapely and muscular legs. I suppose that all the hours of waitressing she did had given them their fine shape. What really got my attention, though, was how she stood and the silhouette it formed. Her perky round bottom looked like it was made for fondling. Her hips thrust forward just slightly enough that it made her stand looking absolutely sexy, the way some girls look wearing high heels. Her natural stance had a little extra curve to her back that focused just a hint more on her tight buttocks. She had pulled back her long, dark hair for swimming (the girls didn't have to wear caps because our pool filter was good enough), and it framed a beautiful face with surprisingly full red lips. One thing I noticed about her lips were that they were always slightly parted in the center, which made them look like they were about to give a kiss. When I saw her slightly slanted but sparkling green eyes, though, I was captivated. We didn't make eye contact for long that first day by the pool, but when our eyes did meet she smiled brightly and the moment was captured in my memory forever. She looked a little like Kristi Yamaguchi, but in a slightly more sexy package. Needless to say I had a hard time wearing just a thin little Speedo that quarter. I'd never been so turned on by a female before in my life. When it came time to buddy-up in the class, Chloe tried to be my partner. She'd begun to show an interest in me, and was a passingly pretty red-head, but I managed to successfully pretend that I hadn't heard her and sidled up to Lucy casually suggesting that we be partners. Soon we were swimming and doing the activities together every other day. I'll never forget the day we had to do the cross-body carry as a way of rescuing a swimmer in distress. I put my arm across her chest and tucked her shoulder into my armpit for a tight carry, but the feeling sent shivers all over me holding her so close. The feel of the wet nylon under my arm, and the bare skin of her back against my chest began to make my own suit too tight. Later I asked to do a couple of laps at the end of class, and she and the rest went to the locker rooms while I used the time to let my arousal settle back down before getting out of the water. Funny, but when she dressed back in her grundge clothes, she seemed to disappear back into the crowd at school for everyone else but me. I now could picture the taut body under the facade, and her hair now couldn't hide the scintillating jade eyes that glanced out every now and then. We began having lunch together, and it wasn't much later that I asked her out. She had to get back to me, I suppose to ask her grandfather, and when we met the next day for lunch she said that I had to meet him first. It was old-fashioned, but it only made me respect her family situation even more. I had wormed out of her that despite her anonymity in school she was a straight-A student, so I knew how hard she was working at both the restaurant and at her studies. The rest of that week I noticed that she began to wear her hair back, no longer hiding her scintillating green eyes and cheerful expression. It looked good on her. The next weekend I found the Snow Leopard restaurant. Lucy came over to wait on me, and I hardly recognized her. She wore a white blouse and short dark blue skirt with her hair in a pony tail, and 'perky' is the word that came to mind. I ordered rice and a pork dish that she recommended, and then she went back about her chores. After I'd finished eating, this wizened old man came trundling out, and slapped a smeared towel over his shoulder as he sat down across from me. He asked me a lot of family questions, but only grunted in anything resembling satisfaction when he learned that no one in my immediate family had served in the military. He seemed to grudgingly approve of the changes he'd seen in his granddaughter since she had begun telling him about me, alluding to her taking more of an interest in looking like a female than a "tommy-boy." I could see that Lucy was watching us intently every chance she could while she worked, and when the old guy got up he barely glanced her way and gave the slightest nod of his head. That was all it took, though, for her to break into a large smile that was sent my way and nearly floored me. Just when I thought we were in the clear I saw her face grimace. One of the busboys sat where her grandfather had just vacated and fixed me with a glare. 'Boy' was a misnomer, because this was no youngster. His hair was slicked back above the eyes that bore into me, and where both sleeves were rolled up I saw he had rather large, muscular arms. Tran, it turned out, was Lucy's 2nd cousin with much more Chinese in him than she had American. He didn't like the idea of Liu Tse going out with an American, and I gathered it was more jealousy than protectiveness that motivated him. I tried to defend myself and claimed honorable intentions, but he sneered at that and flipped a card onto the table. As he walked away, he told me in his broken English I should get my jollies at the establishment advertised on the card rather than at his cousin's expense. I put the card in my wallet before Lucy could see, and put a bright face onto the conversation I'd just had with her older relative. He hadn't, after all, threatened me in any way if I did take her out. I should have known then that he would be trouble, but I dismissed his inquisition rather quickly. So it was that the sexiest girl in my school and I began to go out. My friends at first couldn't believe that I was dating 'the mousy little foreigner,' but as the days and weeks went by, Lucy began coming out of her shell. Now she not only was wearing her hair back, often in a ponytail, but instead of baggy clothes she began to wear tight fitting tops and bottoms. She sported some distressed denims that hugged her like OJ's gloves, and often wore bare-midriff blouses. The weather continued to get warmer, and soon she was wearing shorts and tights. It turns out she had an older female cousin who was passing clothes along to her, but was slightly smaller in frame than Lucy. Thus the swimsuit, the jeans, and all the rest were just barely still her size so that she could wear them, but had the positive side-effect, as far as I was concerned, of being enticingly snug. Needless to say, my friends no longer called her the mousy little anything. Lucy's smile was a winner, and she wore it most of the time these days. Anyone caught in its glow warmed to her immediately. My own "stock" began to soar in the school, and when Senior Superlatives were voted on, Lucy and I were voted 'Cutest Couple.' We went out every Thursday and Sunday night since she had to work at the restaurant on their busy Friday and Saturdays. We saw a bunch of movies, went bowling, walked around the mall, and hadn't done more than kiss and do a lot of talking in our time together. As we grew closer in our friendship, though, the urge to increase our physical relationship grew as well. The day came of nominations for the Junior-Senior Prom Court, and when Lucy's name was included we began to make plans for Prom weekend. It was never verbalized that that weekend was when we would make love, but the plans we had in mind certainly pointed in that direction. She had gotten permission to have the Saturday night of the dance off, we knew of a party without chaperones, and she had permission to attend the all-night deal. Her grandfather still just grunted in my direction, but I often caught him smiling when he looked at his 'little Lucy.' I did my best to show him respect, and it was paying off. Her cousin, though, still sneered whenever he saw me, and I doubted if he would ever accept an American as worthy of his family. Lucy and I continued in the lifesaving course and she had the bad habit of pinching me in the rear at the worst of times. I tried not to let on in front of the teacher, but she could look so innocent walking by that he never suspected her teasings. I would yelp at awkward moments, so I would just bide my time and tickle her unmercifully in the water at my earliest opportunity. Despite the tightness of her suit she always wore the same one, and it always had the same affect on me -- not to mention my imagination! It was all so storybook-like: the beautiful girl from another land, her blossoming like a flower in the spring, the friendship and romance, the idyllic days of planning for a special weekend. Then, just two weeks before the prom, everything fell apart. *************************************** I learned from a friend that Lucy had resigned from the Prom Court. I finally tracked her down between classes, and what I saw completely befuddled me. Where Lucy had become outgoing and sexily self-confident, she now was completely reverted to her old look. She had her hair down nearly covering her face, her baggy jeans that dragged on the floor were back, and above that she wore an old T-shirt that nearly reached her knees. She wouldn't look up at me when I asked her why she had withdrawn from the court and why she was wearing her old clothes. She said that things weren't going to work between the two of us, and that she wasn't going to go to the prom. She apologized for leading me on, but she felt her studies were being neglected, as was her job at the restaurant, and I should just forget about her. I was stymied at first, and tried to reason with her, but she wouldn't look at me, and wouldn't continue the conversation. She apologized again, said she had to do this, and walked away. The rest of the week was a half-conscious fog. I'd had the emotional rug pulled out from under me and didn't know what to do. My friends thought she'd pulled a shitty one on me, and urged me to just forget her. I expected to talk with her in the swim class, but she'd dropped it and no longer was there. Chloe was there with an offer to buddy-up and I took her up on it, but just couldn't get the dark-haired, jade-eyed beauty out of my mind. I tried everything I could think of to get back together with Lucy. She wouldn't answer my calls, wouldn't do more than stare at the floor, apologize and walk away in school, and after nearly a week I began to give up. On Friday, a week and a day before the Prom, she told me that she was going away for awhile, and that when she returned after her 2 week trip that I'd better stop bothering her. I made one last try to by driving to the Snow Leopard to see her where she worked. When I entered someone must have spotted me and sent word to the kitchen, because her grandfather came trundling out with an angry look on his face. He chastised me for breaking his little girl's heart and said that she had decided to spend two weeks at a relative's house in another state to try to get over me. I protested my innocence, claiming that my showing up was to try to get her to tell me what I had done and to reconcile, but he wouldn't hear it and practically threw me out of the place. The older male cousin met me on the sidewalk and said I'd better stick to Thai women at the Blue Parrot rather than come back and hit on Liu Tse. I didn't understand exactly what he was talking about, but got the idea I'd better not come back looking for Lucy. And sure enough, at the beginning of the next week Lucy was no longer in school, and I had to face the reality that my little storybook romance had come to an end. The next few days I lived as a pissed-off dude. Actually, it felt like I'd been pissed on. Something special had been developing between us, and in the blink of an eye she had decided to end it. I wracked my brains for what I had done wrong, but eventually I gave up trying and put the blame on her. Maybe she allowed her resentment of her father to transfer onto me. Maybe her coming out of her shell had scared her and she wasn't stable enough to handle friends, school, and someone special to care for all at once. However I looked at it I knew the facts that she had dumped me, and that I felt like crap inside. My social life didn't end, though. My new-found status as an eligible bachelor caught the eye of every available girl in the school who hadn't been asked to the prom yet. I was constantly receiving attention from the opposite sex, and while it didn't make up for the loss I felt, it sure stroked my ego. I played along with a few of them, but the field really had been pretty thoroughly picked over, so I fell back on my ace-in-the-hole. Chloe hadn't committed herself to going to the prom, being only a Sophomore, but when Lucy dumped me you'd have thought she was my undershirt, that's how close she clung to me. I have to admit that the talkative redhead was easy enough on the eyes -- it was just that she was so hard on the ears. I put up with her incessant chatter, though, 'cause I didn't feel a whole lot like talking myself. It was the perfect match: one who only wanted to talk and another who didn't want to talk at all. As vindication I asked her out right away and she went right to work making her own dress. When Prom night came my fears about her handiwork proved to be unfounded. She'd chosen a pale pink silk ankle-length dress, and had made sure that it fit just right in all the right places. The front scooped revealingly low, the slit in the side of the dress ended just higher than decency allowed, and the back dipped far enough to show the small of her back. Her red tresses were pinned up in curls and a matching pale pink bow, and she had on more make-up than I'd ever seen her wear before. The effect was quite stunning, and her smile began to warm me when I first entered. But then she parted her lips and out came the same almost-whiny voice describing every step and detail of the dress' making, and all I needed to do was nod and offer the occasional 'uh-huh' for her to happily meander on in her monologue. When I pulled up and parked near the Snow Leopard for dinner her voice hesitated momentarily, but if my choice of restaurants made her nervous, she made up for it with renewed vigor in her yapping. We went in and had a hurried meal, for the eyes of everyone working were fixed on us with a glare. I guess I'd also gone there to show her family that not only couldn't they intimidate me, but that I had moved on. Looking back now I see that taking Chloe there was really only a way of venting my frustration, and was just the opposite of showing that I was over Lucy. Anyway, after the hurried dinner we got to the banquet room holding the Prom, and soon were into the swing of things. Chloe and I danced some of the fast dances, but when a medley of slow ones came along I found how pleasantly her body hugged mine. About the third slow dance in, our pelvic areas began to rub together, so I slipped a hand down in the darkly lit room to cup her ass. When I did she snuggled even deeper against me and a hidden thought rose up to dominate my mind. I tried to dismiss it, but the willing body next to mine seemed to demand it: I was going to poke this girl tonight! My hardness was impossible to ignore, so I acted on it without thinking. I suggested we go outside for some air, and when we got out of the dance I steered her over to my car. We kinda snuggled beside the car and soon I had the door open and beckoned her into the back seat. She slowly entered. My hormones were now raging out of control, so I leaned back and drew her to me. The smell of her hair, the softness of her dress, the hint of pink flesh beneath the fabric. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, but it was nothing compared to the blood pounding through my loins. I let my hand wander from her back to her chest and ever so carefully I eased the top of her dress down as we french kissed. I met no resistance to this gesture, and soon I had both of her breasts exposed. I leaned farther back from the kiss to take in the sight of her. Her skin was pale and pink, with quarter-sized aureolae and eraser sized nipples sticking straight out. She was well-endowed, so I aimed my mouth for her right nipple and when I first touched it with my tongue she leaned her head back and gasped. Her breast pushed into my mouth, so I suckled it gently and then with gusto. I drew much of her soft flesh into my mouth and with my gums over my lips I nibbled her to what must have been an orgasm. She shuddered all over and gave a little cry, holding my head to her chest, her fingers twined into my light brown hair. With such encouragement coming from her I used my other hand to slide her dress up her silky legs. I about fell out of the car when I discovered that her stockings were not panty hose, but went to her upper thigh where they were held in place by a white lace garter belt. Nothing turns me on more than lacy underthings and I thought I was going to cream my pants. I let my hand slide up her leg to the apex, and began to rub the outside of her silk underwear. That brought further little moans, so I used the back of my middle finger to push in where her crack would be under the thin fabric. Her undies were getting moist, so while I held on to her breast with one hand and sucked it like I was a starving baby, I now used my other hand to start undoing my pants. I just had to release my throbbing manhood and see if it was any kind of fit with the musky regions I had just discovered. At that point any kind of fit would do. That's when she changed her mind and pushed me away. She moved to the other side of the backseat, pulled her dress down, slid her top back up and told me that it was all going too fast. Maybe we'd better go back to the dance was her suggestion. I didn't know anything else except that my aching dick was in overdrive, heading for home, and wasn't about to shut all systems down at the first resistance it encountered, so I leaned over and suggested strongly that we finish what we had begun and I tried to kiss her again. If only I could rekindle some of the heat she had been emanating I was sure I could get her to part her legs. We'd been so close! When she insisted that she didn't want to go through with it I tried once more to insist that we do, and I think I scared her. To tell the truth, I scared myself, too. The thought of forcing a girl to have sex had never occurred to me before, and the headlines of "date rape" flashed before me while she sat cowering before me. That's when my raging hormones fled back to where they'd come from, and left me feeling mean and ashamed of my selfishness. Chloe wasn't to blame for me wanting to just poke somebody - she was to be my consolation prize, and I should never have put her in that situation. I apologized and backed out of the car. She retreated out the other side and asked to go home. We circled the car opposite each other and got into the front seats, and an icy silence hung like a wall between us. When I took a quick glance at her on the quiet drive home I saw her hair looking disheveled, her corsage smashed on her wrist, and her makeup a bit smeared. Her allure was gone, but I realized that I was the one who had taken it away. When I dropped her off around 11:00 p.m. she told me two things: that she wouldn't breathe a word of what had happened to her folks, and that I'd better find a way to get over Lucy. 'She knew all along,' I thought to myself. She said that she had always liked me, ever since we were little kids, and I was the only big friend she had that didn't pick on her or make her feel like a tag-a-long baby. She'd always looked up to me, and had been hurt when I'd started going out with Lucy, but she'd seen how truly happy I'd become and that made up for any jealousy she'd felt. She had admired Lucy for making me happy, and then hated her for dumping me, and had promised to do anything she could to help me get over her. Now she knew that that was just wishful thinking, and that I was still very hung up on the green-eyed monster who had stolen my heart and then stomped on it. She thought maybe she could handle catching me on the rebound, but found that she'd gotten herself in over her head and couldn't let me use her. Then she got out of the car and walked proudly into her house. My esteem for Chloe went up a lot that night, and my self- esteem took a nose dive. She'd seen right through me and had still tried to help, and even if she'd been foolishly hoping for something between us, what she'd gotten from me wasn't what she deserved. I pulled away hoping that she find the right guy someday -- someone preferably with patient listening skills. *************************************** I wasn't ready to call it a night, so I stopped for a bite at the Quick Mart. When I opened my wallet to buy the donut, I noticed the card in there that I'd been given by Lucy's domineering cousin a couple of months before. "The Blue Parrot Night Club -- Bar & Entertainment." It was located in Little Thailand, so maybe it was a club where other Thai women would be. Maybe I could forget Lucy with someone that looked similar. I couldn't decide if it was really Lucy I wanted, or if it was just the Oriental mystique, and I was still pondering that question as I pulled up outside a rather large warehouse-type building with a small neon sign hanging off its front. The street was deserted of people, but luxury cars were lined up and down the block. I had to park three blocks away in a dimly lit side street. When I entered I had to squint to see what the place was like. The smoke and low lighting made it hard to tell what was going on. The first room was a typical bar, except for the fact that most of the patrons were Thai. It wasn't a subdued atmosphere nor was it a party. People were drinking, throwing darts in a corner, and there was even a small dance floor where a half dozen people were trying to keep the beat. Many of the women were Thai, but most were much older than myself, and most were dressed in casual clothes. My tux stood out like a sore thumb and I got quite a few stares, but I ignored them and ordered a whiskey on the rocks from the bartender -- and received it without question. When I had two of those in me I turned and leaned back against the bar on my stool and was now better able to survey the room. What caught my eye was a doorway at the end of a hall with a burly guy standing, or on guard duty, in front of it. I asked the bartender what was in there and he told me it was the nightclub, that this was just the bar in the front of it that anyone could use. Back there took a special pass. When I pulled out the card I'd been given he said yeah, that was the kind. I thanked him, left a generous tip, and walked with determination towards the guarded door. At sight of me the burly Thai man with the fu-manchu moustache stiffened to attention. I handed him the card I had, but he still didn't move aside. I started to ask him what else was needed, and noticed his hand barely extended, so I crossed it with a twenty and he smilingly opened the door for me. Inside the rather large room with a high ceiling, booths were arranged in a semi-circle around a protruding stage. There were three levels that the booths sat on, with about 25 on the first level, maybe 15 on the second, and only 10 down on the floor. The stage was even with the second level of seats, and there was a revue of girls dancing together to loud music. I was given a little black mask to cover my face around the eyes, and was ushered to a nearby booth on the second level by a petite Thai woman in a long gold silk dress. As she walked ahead of me I could see that it was cut on both legs up to her waist, so that I could see her thighs. The way it hung, though, revealed nothing else. It was enough, though, to re-stir my loins. I was seated in one of the high-backed booths on the second level that allowed me to view the stage, the level below and the other side of my level, but still gave the feeling of privacy. The table was much smaller than the half-circle of cushion, but that gave me room to stretch and spread out if I needed to. The hostess swished away seductively, and when she was gone I turned my attention to the stage show. A dozen young women pranced to the beat of the music, and when the lights hit them just right I noticed that they were topless. I gawked, caught myself gawking, and then saw that no one else could see me, so I gawked some more. I'd heard of Las Vegas shows, and of Paris revues, but never expected to find such a show in my hometown. The girls on stage wore spangly pants and feathery headdresses, but seeing two dozens breasts bouncing on the stage made my head swim. Before I knew it the production reached its conclusion and all twelve disappeared in the wings and the curtain fell. Then I saw waitresses moving throughout the floor and one stopped at my table and asked if I was ready to order. She wasn't topless, but she was the next thing to being bottom-less. She wore a g-string and a small bikini top and now I really had to stop myself from staring. Her body looked perfect in the dim light, but as I looked up into her patiently waiting face I saw that she was much more pronounced in her Asian features than were to my taste. She smiled and revealed a set of white, but crooked teeth, so I turned my attention to the leather-bound menu on the small table. She could tell that I hadn't even looked at it yet, so she promised in a high voice to be back shortly. I watched her go and was rewarded with the sight of her pert buttocks as she retreated. If I had been floored by the revue going on on the stage, the menu was even more of a shocker. There wasn't a food item listed -- it was filled with choices of girls! The choices were Asian (Chinese, Korean, Japanese, Thai, Vietnamese), American (Black or White), Hispanic, Combinations, Appetizers, Stage Girls, and Specials. The rates were all listed in Thai monetary figures, but a small box at the bottom showed a simple exchange rate, so I quickly figured that it ranged from $10 for a Dippin' Girl Appetizer, to $250 for a Full Platter Special. I had nearly a grand in my pocket for the big weekend, but hadn't planned to spend it on hookers. I changed my plans. My waitress returned before I could get my thoughts back together, so when she tilted her head, smiled, and asked what I would have, I could only stutteringly ask what she would recommend. She asked if it was my first time here, and when I nodded, she recommended a Dippin' Girl, and that I watch some more of the floor show, that I'd probably see something I liked before long. She let me keep the menu and bounded away to fill my order from "the kitchen." I couldn't help but look around a bit as waitresses brought other peoples' orders. A black woman met a masked white middle- aged couple across from me and the three of them headed for a nearby exit. I noticed a couple of girls on all-fours down on the floor, but they didn't seem to be doing anything more than that, so I peeked over the back of my booth to the upper row. There I saw two Japanese-looking girls taking turns giving a blow job to the guy in a nearby booth. A little further away a blonde in a pink mask was being eaten by an Hispanic woman, who was being fucked from behind by a masked heavy-set bald guy. I dropped back down into my booth for fear of being caught as a peeping-tom. My pants felt awfully tight, though, as my surroundings had given me a pronounced hard-on. A naked young Thai girl with a small set of boobs then approached my booth with a tray. She never looked at me, but set the tray on my table, got down on all fours and waited nearby. On the tray were carrots, celery, miniature cucumbers, bananas, and some cloth napkins. I felt uncomfortable with a naked woman at my feet, but I did begin to snack on the veggies. My waitress had been watching from nearby and when she saw me eating, she hurried over to whisper in my ear. Apparently I was not to eat the food plain, but was to 'dip' them into my girl, otherwise she would be humiliated and punished for displeasing me. It hadn't dawned on me that a Dippin' Girl was to personally provide the dip! Now I saw that not only my Appetizer was on all fours facing directly away from me so that her ass and pussy were pointed right at me, but the other girls down on the floor were in the same position with respect to the tables that they served. I didn't want to dip, but the thought of her being punished for my stupidity didn't seem right, so I took a carrot, slipped it slightly between the pink pussy lips, withdrew it quickly and nibbled. The musk of the girl's heat was on the food, and it may as well have been an aphrodisiac. My hard-on got even harder, so I dipped again. My girl began squirming in discontent when I ran out of carrots, so I moved on to the cucumbers. They weren't full-sized, but were still large enough to need some help fitting into the now dripping wet pussy. Behind my mask I felt less inhibited, and began to make plans for which combinations to try on her next. Just as I finished the cucumbers and was about to move on to the bananas the lights dimmed and the curtain rose. My Dippin' Girl stood, retrieved her tray and slipped out of sight before I could even say a word. I was no longer hungry for food, but other appetites left me feeling starved. The stage was set like a classroom, although somewhat different than a typical American one. The six students were female, dressed in a sailor-type of uniform, cut very short. Each sat at a desk/chair combination. The teacher was a well groomed young man in a suit and tie, pointing at different points on a hang-down map in front of a green chalkboard. A pulsing rhythm was playing in the background and the scene played itself out in pantomime. As the lesson continued, two of the "girls" in the back row began to whisper and giggle, which caught the attention of the teacher. He walked unnoticed over to where the two were chatting and slammed his pointer stick down on one of their desks. The two jumped in surprise! Then he pointed to the wall where they quickly scurried and they stood with their faces to the wall. The other four girls acted as he pointed out what he wanted them to do. The two in trouble were quickly disrobed. Their skirts were pulled down around their ankles exposing their tight little asses. The taller brunette wore a black g-string and the shorter Thai girl had on a blue silk garter belt but no underwear. Their sailor tops were left on. The teacher had each in turn lean way over, asses to the audience, and then he gave their cheeks a sharp rap with his pointing stick. Before he had struck the second girl's buttocks, the red line stood out distinctly on the first's cheeks. He rapped the second's ass with gusto leaving a welt there she would still feel the next day. He turned the second girl sideways to the audience, still bent over, and dropped his pants to the floor. He stepped out of them and showed his erect cock to the audience. Cheering went up and calls from many to give it to her good. He strutted around on stage a bit more and then moved in behind his chosen target. He wetted a finger and began to probe her pussy with them, quickly finding entrance. One of the other students moved in to help her stand up in the bent position, and after the teacher had her minimally lubricated he aimed his erection with one hand and drew her onto him with his other. Her lack of wetness didn't slow him much as he banged into her repeatedly, using both hands now to on her hips to alternate pulling and pushing. I couldn't help but feel the bulge in the my pants rise at this live sex show, although I did feel a bit badly for the girl getting screwed so ruthlessly. He slammed into her for a good long while before he withdrew, still fully erect. He left her and went to the other student who had misbehaved. He forced her down onto her knees, and then pulled her blonde hair so that her face met his crotch. He kept his fingers twined in her blonde curls and again pointed his meat with his other hand. He then forced her lips apart as the head of his engorged cock parted them and I could hardly believe my eyes as he thrust himself entirely into her mouth. Well, by that I mean she must have been swallowing his dick half- way down her throat, because when I saw him slowly withdraw I did a little mental figuring to conclude where his length must have extended to. He slowly moved in and out of her face, holding on tightly to her tresses. Then his pace increased and I deduced that this scene had been done countless times before because she was taking him as fast in her mouth as the smaller student had taken him in her pussy. I could see her looking up at him as he thrust down her throat until finally his body stiffened and the spasms of his orgasm became unmistakable. About what I figured was half-way through his climax he withdrew from her mouth and hand-pumped the rest of his cream all over her face. White gobs were dripping down her cheeks and nose, and she tried to get some more of the sticky substance in her mouth with little success. My own prick was rock hard and nearly ready to burst when my waitress came up and asked if I saw anything I liked either in my menu or on the stage. It was then that I noticed that the other four students were being escorted to the steps leading down from the stage to masked men who were given a pointing stick like the teacher's. Each couple then moved out of sight through a side hall door. 'More lessons were going to be learned,' I thought. I still hadn't read the menu much and all the girls from the stage had been escorted out, so I declined to place an order and sat back for whatever was to come next. ****************** The curtain had been pulled and I was just opening my menu to look over the choices again when a spotlight picked out a young girl walking her dog across the stage. She was Thai with long black hair flowing over her shoulders and down her back to her waist, and she looked no older than 14. I recalled Lucy telling me that Thai females were considered nubile, that is, of marriageable age, at 14, so I realized that they considered this girl a full woman, although I wasn't really sure what her age was. She wore short-shorts of a shiny blue material, and a pink stretchy tube top leaving her miniscule waist and stomach bare. She led a large black labrador retriever on a leash, and they crossed the stage that was bare of everything save for a wooden chair. Eventually she sat in the chair center stage, the spot light dimmed by a pale blue gel filter that softened the scene we all watched in rapt silence. She spread her legs and had the dog stand with his hind paws on the floor and his front paws on the chair so that he was practically face to face with her. He began to lick her face and ears and I found myself disturbingly excited. I'd heard of the live-sex shows of Bangkok and knew that it was a profitable tourist attraction over in Thailand, but seeing one in person is quite different than imagining it. I couldn't avert my eyes as the lab's long pink tongue with a few black spots on it licked her cheeks, nose, and ears. The young but fetching girl turned her head to the side and pulled back her hair over her ear and the dog licked and lapped the proffered ear with noisy abandon. Whether he'd been trained to do so as a pup or whether she had put some kind of smell on her, the dog relentlessly went at what ever skin parts she held before his muzzle. She pushed the dog's nose away, pulled her tube top up and over her head, and redirected his face toward her undersized breasts. Despite their small size the nipples were pointy and large, and the labrador gave each a dozen long slurps before alternating back and forth. I reached down and unzipped my pants in the dimness of my private booth and withdrew my own pointy piece of flesh. I wet my palm and slowly squeezed and rubbed myself up and down as I watched the canine licking and drooling all over the girl's small chest. Even from here I could see the red meaty excitement between the hind legs. The girl must have noticed also because she used one hand to hold her breast in place for the slobbering tongue and reached down and under the belly of the black beast between her legs and began massaging the redness down there. Quickly she stood, dropped her little shorts to the floor, and in total nakedness lay on her back on the floor. The dog stepped over her chest with his hind paws by her armpits and his forepaws past her head. She raised her head and to my amazement began to give the dog oral sex. The thought repulsed and captivated me simultaneously, and my hand began to move quicker on my own meat. She reached up with one arm and held onto the dog's back and with the other used her hand to pull back the sheath farther so that the engorged red dogcock could hump her mouth. She was good at giving the dog head, and soon I could see the dog's knot extend free from its sheath, and she sucked him in up to but no farther than there. The lab had curved its back and lowered its haunches to hump her face, but from my vantage point I could still see her closed eyes and her overworked lips. It was probably only a minute or two, but I marvelled at her staying power. The next position she moved into was to come out from under the dog's legs, kneel in front of the chair, and lean over so that her tiny titties were pressed to the floor as she held onto the front legs of the chair. The lab took the hint and hopped onto her back so that his meat met her exposed pussy. The dog's thrusts quickly established contact, and for nearly ten minutes he humped her furiously. I knew that dogs could last, but I'd had no idea it was so long and so frenzied. Little by little the two bodies were inching their way across the stage so hard was the pounding she took. I could see that the dog's knot never entered her, but if it had they may never have been separated. The dog must have expended himself enough because when she crawled out from under him he didn't protest. The engorged cock between his legs remained, but she was done with that part of him for now. She sat spread eagled on the chair, and soon he had his muzzle buried in her little muff, licking back out all the cum he been filling her with. She spasmed over and over again, and with her hands she held onto the chairs seat next to her hips for dear life. Her head tossed back and forth and little groans escaped from her shiny red lips on a regular basis. This, too, went on much longer than I thought was physically possible. I found my hand pumping faster and faster, and long before the girl on stage finished her climax scene I finished mine. I gushed all over my hand, the table, and out onto the floor past my booth. I had leaned back slightly as I arched my back for better hand action, and I noticed my waitress peeking over the edge from over by the wall. I couldn't stop what I was in the middle of, and as I finished pumping my bilges, she appeared around the corner of the booth with some moist cloths. She asked if I liked what I saw and I murmured that I guess I had. She opened the menu to the section that listed all the various animals I could have a girl do or be done by, and as she pointed them out I saw that the girl and her dog had left the stage to be replaced by an older teen with a horse. I thanked my waitress and watched in amazement as this bigger breasted Thai girl lay on a table just under the horse's belly, and after some hand stimulation proceeded to somehow squeeze the stallion's enormous hard-on up and between her legs. Maybe she practiced by being fist-fucked, because the width of the thing's penis was about the same as my hand. This demonstration didn't bring a rise from me at all, and the thought of a girl with a pig or a goat or any of the other menu items really began to turn me off. That's when the stage was cleared, darkened, and the part of the show where I made a selection began. After a short interlude where the stage was re-set, the curtain opened and slowly the lights came up to a dim blue. The stage had a canopied bed, an old-timey tub, a doorway between the two, a kitchen, and a dining room. It had the look of an old Victorian home, and dim human shapes could be seen walking through the rooms. The lights came up a notch more and the figures could be made out as female, looking elegantly dressed with their hair done up wearing many sparkling jewels. The light came up a little more and the figures were now discernible, but still were dimly lit, but what was revealed took my breath away. The beauties that had taken the stage earlier in the evening were dross compared to this lucky seven. Each was stunning in her own way. Two were blondes that showed ample cleavage. One had her hair up while the other's was cut in a page boy. They both wore long gowns that shimmered, and they strolled through the house hand in hand. All the other performers had gone maskless, but this group of seven wore feathery masks of varying hues. Three looked to be Thai, but wandered through the mansion on their own. One had a beauty mark on her cheek, and she wore a satin mini-dress of pale lavender. Another wore a yellow long gown whose back dipped to below the small of her back and emphasized her cute ass. The third had on a green cocktail dress, but was bedecked in a multitude of pearls. The sixth was black, wore a flat black dress, spiked black high heels, and a leather mask. Her smile, though, framed by a rich red mouth shone through the darkness and lit up her face. The seventh seemed Hispanic, and she walked quickly, as if she needed to be wherever she was going in a hurry. Her long amber bangs drew attention to the big round eyes outlined by her yellow mask just below, and the chest on this woman was enough for any two women, much less one. It was offset by the tiniest of waists and a perky butt, so she looked large but not fat. Each went to a room, with the two blondes meeting in the dining room, and the black woman and the Hispanic hot tamale meeting by the tub. Music swelled in the room and simultaneously all seven began to slowly undress. Each wore silky little underthings, but my attention was drawn to the Thai girl slipping out of the long yellow dress next to the canopied bed. I imagined that if Lucy and I had made it to the prom that that was the kind of dress she would have worn: a bit daring and sexy, but not so much so that she'd have incurred any censure. I watched as the Thai girl slipped the straps off of her shoulders, and let it fall away from a black silk bustier. My mind filled in Lucy's face onto the dimmed features of whoever was taking off that yellow gown. I pictured my little Lucy looking much like the slim Asian who stepped out of the dress to reveal a yellow g-string, black garter, and dark silky stockings that ended in petite feet wearing matching yellow high heels. Her top was still covered with a black silky bustier. The girl began to dance to the music, and it looked like she was a bit self-conscious. Her movements were none too smooth, and my attention wandered to the rest of the rooms. The blondes had undressed each other, including their bras, and now they were slow dancing together, firm breasts pressed against the others, hands wandering up and down each other's backs. As I watched one slipped her fingers inbetween the other's cheeks, and the recipient continued to dance, but with her legs farther apart so that the fingers could make contact with anus and pussy. By now the two other Thai girls were down to a thong and a teddy, respectively. They danced in their own rooms but my attention wasn't caught by either of them. Then I noticed the black and Hispanic in the tub room. The red lips of the dark beauty were all over the bared breasts of the other, and she had a hard time covering them with her stimulations -- they were just so huge. The feathers of her mask swayed back and forth from around her face as she alternated her attention on each huge breast. The Hispanic girl was sitting on the side of the tub and the African was squeezing and sucking in a very auditory fashion. Then I noticed the men entering the mansion from the "front" door. One each headed for a room. Each was bare-chested, muscular, wore a small black mask, and had on tight black leotard bottoms. The effect was sinister as they infiltrated the mansion. One met the two in the bathroom and soon had them alternating giving him a blowjob. The two blondes stood asses to the audience with the man alternating his dick dipping into their pink wet pussies. One of the Thai girls was being bound and gagged, while the other in the thong was begin tickled with a feather all over and under her body. My attention, again, was focused on the Thai girl in the yellow and black, as her man tied her wrists to the top of the bedposts at the end of the bed. Next, her ankles were tied, and a shiny red rubber ball was popped into her mouth with a rubber band through it that went over her head to hold it in place. The guy then pulled the bed away from her revealing that the "bed posts" were actually long shafts that extended up from the floor and were not a part of the bed. She was now in an X, completely at the mercy of her partner. Her ripped off her top, and as he was walking around her eyeing up a way to tear off her little panties I noticed the birthmark on the girl's upper chest. It was a little heart-shape that I knew instantly from swim class. The shapely creature up on stage that I had been imagining as Lucy was actually her! As my jaw dropped he tore off her panties from behind leaving her naked except for the garter, stockings and heels. My growing boner tried to crawl back up into my body. It was one thing to see willing participants doing what they got paid to do, having only to think of them as sex-objects, but this was my girlfriend up there. Well, she had been my girlfriend, and from what I knew of Lucy, she would never have willingly gone through with this. For a moment I sat frozen, watching the guy inspect her nakedness that revealed her nearly perfectly shaped body. Then I waved over my slinky waitress, who smiled to see that I was finally going to make a purchase. I asked her if what I wanted was available, and she explained the procedure. I took off my jacket and left it in the booth with my wallet in the pocket, gave my waitress a very hefty tip, and found myself being escorted up onto the stage with a couple of other masked citizens just as Lucy's man got out the whip. Before I could complete the transaction he gave her two lashes from behind that I soon saw produced long red stripes across her body. Not a sound came from her, though whether it was the gag or her own fortitude that held her in check. One audience member got to the two blondes and was getting ready to hump the available one, while another patron met up with the tub-sisters. I met Lucy's guy who eyed me suspiciously, but I noticed that it was Thang, Lucy's distant cousin from the restaurant. I knew I would have trouble with him down the road, but had no idea it would be under circumstances anything like this! I told him that I had paid to take the girl's place, and to have her whip me, which brought a big grin to his face. He obviously didn't recognize me behind my mask. He gave her one last lashing across the buttocks which caused her taut body to stiffen and then her head slumped forward. He handed me the whip, and when he went to unfetter her limbs I walked to the back of the stage and waited there. When he had her loose she collapsed in a heap on the floor and then looked around for me. He spotted me in the back nearly behind a curtain, and I waved him over with quick hand gestures. He was briefly at a loss for what to do, me beckoning, the girl at his feet, and the audience waiting, but he decided to find out what I wanted. As he drew near I waved a couple of hundred dollars as incentive for him to draw closer. When he stepped into the darkness I handed him the $200 and told him it would be for this: and I gut-punched him as hard as I could. He obviously wasn't expecting that and doubled over. I grabbed the back of his hair and slammed my knee up into his face, knocking him out. I don't think anyone had seen what happened, but I knew I didn't have much time. I laid him out and quickly yanked his leotards off. I yanked off my shirt and put it on him, then doffed my pants and pulled them onto his legs. I quickly put my black mask onto him, and put his spangly mask over my own eyes. I pulled on his stretchy spangled leotard bottoms, hoisted him up with one of his arms around my shoulder and walked him back onto the stage. I bent down and picked up one of the ties he had used on Lucy, and quickly tied his arms up high and tight so that he no longer sagged in his unconsciousness. I tied his ankles into the X-shape, and now we had completely switched places. With his mask and leotards on I was indistinguishable from the other men on stage who were leading the audience members through variations of what had been happening on stage. I removed the red ball from Lucy's sweet mouth and shoved it into Thang's. I helped Lucy recover her wits by helping her to her feet, and when she heard my voice her eyes went wide with surprise and fear. I could see that she was confused by looking at me, thinking I was still Thang, but hearing my voice coming from below his mask. I hurriedly assured her that it was indeed me, and that she was going to have to play along with my scheme if we were going to get out of here safely. I whispered in her ear what she had to do, and despite her fear and confusion she nodded her big green eyes in agreement. I helped her to her feet, and she cringed in humiliation at her nudity. I couldn't help but stare at her displayed flesh, seeing the flat stomach, upturned breasts, triangular black pubic bush, thin waist and alluring flare of hip. She crossed her arms quickly over her chest and lowered her eyes in shame, but then shook off her reverie and did as I had asked. As I picked up the whip, Lucy moved across stage to one of the other men. He was in the process of receiving a blow job, and motioned for her to join in, but instead she moved to his side and whispered in his ear. I looked back at Thang, and he slowly opened his eyes in regaining consciousness and looked up to see me. I leaned over and quietly told him that it was me, and that I was about to visit his worst nightmares upon him. His eyes grew as wide as frisbees as I stepped back and began whipping him. I put all my pent-up frustration and anger into those lashes. I was on my 4th or 5th stroke when Lucy grabbed my arm from behind. It was enough, she told me, and when I handed her the whip she said that it was enough that *I* had done, and now it was her turn. Her green eyes smoldered red, and the lash cracked with fury across his chest and back. He tried to cry out, and he struggled corybanticly, wetting himself in his attempt. When Lucy saw that Thang had completely humiliated himself she walked up to him and stared into his pleading eyes. Without mercy she spit out the words of what was going to happen next, and I slipped a hundred to the man she had gone over and talked to. I repeated to him that this was what the "client" had paid for, but that I had duties to attend to, and it was up to him. With a grin he tucked the bills under the string on the back of his head that held his mask in place and moved in behind Thang, whom he thought was the client. Lucy and I left the stage when we saw Thang's pants pulled down and the other male making preparations behind him. He began to do what the client had paid for, except he didn't know that I was the client, and he was doing to Thang exactly what I wanted to happen to him. We slipped down the stairs behind the stage, and headed for Lucy's room. I took off the mask that marked me as a stage performer, so that anyone we passed would know me for a client. We went down a dimly lit corridor for a ways and then ascended a set of stairs at its end. The next floor up wasn't much different: just a long corridor with doors evenly spaced along it. The one difference was the woman sitting at a small desk at the opening to the hallway. Lucy whispered to the hugely overweight Thai female what arrangements had been made downstairs and then gestured for me to follow her. I had a hard time deciding which was more fascinating to look at -the gesturing nubile form of Lucy, or the hideously grotesque form of the overly made up desk-sitter. I decided to watch and follow Lucy, but the attendant stopped me and asked if it was my first time here. I nodded that it was and continued on past, but not before noticing that she scribbled some notes on her desk pad. Lucy led me quickly to a room about half-way down the hall, and we hurried inside. Once behind a closed door Lucy grabbed and hugged me for dear life - all her frustration and shame mixed together into one long-lasting bear hug. When we finally eased our hold on each other I pulled away and handed her a robe I'd noticed on a peg nearby. It was very short and barely reached her crotch, but she pulled it around her giving her a small sense of decency. Then I noticed that it was made of see- through material, but Lucy seemed grateful for my gesture anyway. We sat on the bed and talked for a long time. She explained how her grandfather had opened his restaurant with monies borrowed from the owner of this club. Most Thai girls ended up working for him, as a way that families paid back their loans, along with substantial monthly payments. It was the accepted way of doing business back in Thailand, except that her grandfather had never agreed to her being a part of the payment. She had dressed as dingy and as drably as possible so that the owner, Bull, wouldn't notice. Bull was the nickname everyone called Bu-Lanai, the club's owner. For sixteen years she had gone without his noticing that she had grown up. Then she had met me, and as she came out of her shell and had begun dressing more modernly, Thang had alerted Bull to her maturing, and Bull had begun insisting that her grandfather give her to him. Her grandfather refused to follow the Thai way, insisting that his payments were enough, and now that they were in America, he was going to follow his new country's ways. Bull had agreed publicly. Privately he began sending messages to her through Thang that her grandfather was in physical danger, and the only way for his safety to be guaranteed was for her to come to "work" for him. She had resisted for a short while, but soon was so scared for his life after a kitchen fire had begun mysteriously that she finally gave in and agreed to do whatever he asked, as long as her grandfather was spared. So she had done her best to get me to lose interest, knowing that she was going to debase and humiliate herself, and turn into the kind of woman she supposed her mother had been, which no self-respecting American man would seriously want. She had told her grandfather that she was broken-hearted over me, and wanted to go and stay with her aunt. Her aunt had agreed to cover for her, and a week ago she had come to live in Bull's brothel. The first few days were not so bad, she said, as she spent time in classes learning etiquette, make-up, and dance. Then the classes had moved on to how to please both men and women, and her dread had turned to actual fear. She had been shown videos, taught by the veterans, and made to practice on sex toys and her other female classmates. Then two nights ago she had begun working as a dippin' girl and as a stage dancer. She had preferred being a dippin' girl, because she could turn her back to her customers and pretend that it was me touching her. Up on stage, however, she was exposed to whoever was present, and apparently her shape and her looks had earned her the right to begin working the customers for real, being told that she had made the final show as the S&M girl. Bull had figured that a few whippin's from the johns would break her spirit, and tonight's performance was her first. As she talked she slowly sat up straighter and soon was talking with confidence. The little robe she wore did little to hide her hard nipples, slim waist, and enticing physique, but I did my best to ignore her near-nakedness and look her in the green eyes that had regained a little of their sparkle. Her story had ended where I had come in, and now it was obviously my turn to fill in the details. I began with how devastated I had been with her rejection, and told her all the lengths I'd gone to re re-win her affection. She hung her head again dejectedly, but I lifted her chin and softly urged her to not feel badly, that I understood her actions and thought them highly honorable. Before I could continue and confess my near infidelities she hugged me and leaned her head back for a kiss. I made contact and soon was smothered with her kisses. She shrugged out of her robe as we lip-locked and then began running her hands up and down my body. When her fingers found my hardness I pulled back in shame and tried to get the words out about my betrayal, but she shushed me and said it was only my presence now that mattered to her. Everything from our break-up onward was her responsibility, she explained, and if she was willing to forgive me then that was her prerogative. I submitted to her logic and to the heat I felt boiling up inside of me as I held her quivering body in my arms. Her last words before we entwined were that she was going to try to put her training to good use. Then we kissed hard as I cupped her ass and pulled her in closer so that our bodies were pressed together steadfastly. Her thumbs hooked the back of my leggings and pulled them down to expose my backside. We parted just enough for me to allow her to pull them down to my knees where I could then work them off with my own feet. Her wet kisses moved to my ear and then she began tonguing it. I had never been french kissed in the ear before, and it felt incredibly sensuous. While she did that her soft hands began lightly touching my engorged penis, and I about squirted into her hand. To my surprise, though, I didn't, and held on as she began licking her way down my neck and chest. She lingered momentarily there circling my nipples and then nipping each with her teeth. It was a little painful, but in a bittersweet way that only heightened my anticipation. Her tongue traveled lower and kissed its way down to my navel. I'd never thought of my belly button as an erogenous zone, but the way she worked it with her mouth it most definitely was. Now she was low enough that I could see what she was doing, and I thought I must be in a dream, having lived in a nightmare for the past two weeks. Here was the woman I'd fantasized, dreamed, daydreamed and longed for over the past months -- naked, willing, trained, and readily giving herself to me. Or should I say that she was lovingly taking me? Either way, I was living my dreams, and I could only lay back and marvel at her beauty. Her mouth was now down to my privates, but she didn't go for my shaft, but for my testicles. She held them in her cupped hands like they were precious jewels and then began to lick my hairy scrotum. She lathered my jewels with wet strokes before beginning at the base of my rock-hard shaft and began easing her way up. Just as she was about to the top she looked up with her bright jade eyes into mine, smiled a mysterious smile and then took my large mushroom into her mouth. She sucked the end with her lips over her pearly white teeth and I could feel my control slackening. As my senses started to tingle I felt myself sliding deeper into her mouth and I saw her face approaching my belly as she took me fully, still cupping my wet balls. She bobbed slowly about half-way up and then back fully onto me and I felt a sense of overwhelming pleasure as my cum rose and then pumped rapidly into her mouth. My static hardness now became dynamic and the spasms started that brought sweet relief to all I had been experiencing over the past weeks. She tried swallowing, but her training hadn't taught her to do that, and white fluid leaked and oozed out around the corners of her mouth. I arched my back and gushed for a full ten seconds before the well began to run dry, but by then I noticed that she was slowly, but not in any way painfully, squeezing and releasing my 'nads. Then came a short period of time when my meat was ultra-sensitive, and during that time Lucy just held me in her mouth without any stimulation. My hardness slowly subsided, but the pleasurable feeling lasted longer than any other climax I'd ever had. She truly was a gifted love-maker, gifting me with her first attempt and succeeding beyond my wildest imagination. It wasn't my imagination, though, that a younger, but shapely Thai was now standing inside the doorway! I pulled out of Lucy's mouth and snatched some covers over my middle. Lucy saw what and who I was reacting to and went over, knelt and bowed her head to the floor at this younger woman's feet. The interloper was Shan Zi, Lucy's tutor and long-time resident of the house. She wore a black lacy teddy that showed off the differences between her and Lucy's figures. Where Lucy was nicely proportioned all over, Shan Zi was fuller at the top and thinner at the hips and buttocks. Her face was a mixture of youth and experience that looked frighteningly seductive. Her stance by the door was confident without being cocky -- almost business-like. She spoke in Thai to Lucy at her feet, who then stood but kept her head bowed. They conversed briefly, and then Lucy asked me to tell her teacher how she had done. I closed my eyes, smiled, and spoke of how wonderful she had been as Lucy translated. Shan Zi then gestured Lucy back to the bed and followed her. Lucy explained that her teacher now wanted to witness first-hand how her progress was coming, and that I was to be the test subject. I protested to Shan Zi that I couldn't with her in the room, but Lucy interrupted and told me that her tutor didn't speak English, other than to follow some basic sexual directions from her clients. With her head bowed, she stated that this was an expected and required part of any new trainee's program, and the house had to insure that the training would produce a profitable whore. I started to argue that I wouldn't be able to have an erection for a while now that we'd just made love, but she simply told me I would be ready when the time came, to sit at the headboard of the bed and watch. With that she turned toward Shan Zi, seated at the foot of the bed. Shan Zi reached a hand out and stroked her fingers through Lucy's dark hair and murmured something in Thai. Her fingers then stroked palm up down past the neck and onto Lucy's breasts, where she used her long pink nails to circle her nipples. Lucy's breath caught in her throat and she looked up into Shan Zi's probing eyes. Her teacher leaned over for a kiss, and when Lucy slightly leaned back and away, the fingers stroking her nipple turned over and grabbed the breast holding her in place. Lucy knew it was futile to resist, so closed her eyes as their lips met. It was apparent that Shan Zi had her tongue deeply exploring Lucy's mouth. As the kiss went on and on the younger, but more experienced girl continued to firmly kneed the breast she held onto with one hand while her other roamed up and down Lucy's back. Finally she used that hand to cup my love's creamy cheeks and pull her into a closer embrace. She released Lucy's breast now that she had her in a tight hold and pulled down the material of her teddy to expose her own larger breasts. She leaned Lucy backwards until she was on top of her on the bed, and Lucy's head nearly rested on my legs, arranged Indian- style under the covers. Shan Zi then ended the kiss to slide farther up so that her head was in my lap, and her breasts dangled over Lucy's face. It was obvious what Lucy was to do, but I was unsure if I was to participate. Lucy parted her lips to have them filled with delicately scented flesh. This began to get Shan Zi hot, and she started kissing my crotch area through the covers. I was still flaccid, but the image of these two women performing lesbian sex right in my lap certainly had my mind erect! When Shan Zi moved her legs so that she was kneeling on all fours over Lucy, with her head still in my lap, I could see Lucy reach her hand up between the spread legs. With a small snap the fabric of the teddy was undone there, and Lucy began touching the moist flesh. The musky smell filled my senses and I was amazed to feel life returning to my dead member. It hadn't been five minutes since I'd spasmed into Lucy's mouth, but there was no denying the arousal that was slowly responding to the visual, olfactory, and physical stimulation. Lucy moved her head and took the other breast in her mouth, and I could just see that both her hands were busy between the legs of the woman in my lap. I was still under the covers, but Shan Zi reached and touched my hardening flesh through the bedspread. Just then Lucy must have done something good to her for she gasped and grabbed me hard, as if to hang onto my rod as an orgasm hit her. This lasted a short while, but my prick hurt from the handling it was getting so soon after being tender. Lucy spoke to her instructor as the hand pressure relaxed on me, and my tormentor replied with a one word affirmation. She lifted a leg so that Lucy could roll out from under, and then she lay down on the bed where Lucy had been. Lucy then knelt on the end of the bed and leaned down to face the other's pussy. I could see that Lucy had a clean plate to work with as the pubic region was shaved clean. Shan Zi had the hips of a young girl, and with her mons pubis having no growth evident, it further added to that virginal taboo appearance. Only the oversized jugs gave her away as being into her teens... those and the facial expressions that came only with having been around the block a few hundred times. Lucy was not going to endanger our time together with a failing grade from her mistress, so she wrapped an arm around each of the spread legs and dove into the bare muff (is that an oxymoron?) with her tongue a-flyin'. Her ministrations bore fruit quickly, for the head in my lap began tossing left and right. Both hands came up over her head and she once again found my sweet spot. As she tossed her head back and forth I watched her firm boobs bouncing right in front of me. I wasn't tempted in the least, however. They were ripe, taut, and it would have been the easiest thing in the world to lean over and begin suckling them, but I knew that my lack of interest in a willing and certainly able young Thai girl right in my lap was proof that what I felt for Liu Tse (Lucy) was the real thing. Shan Zi garbled some words out, apparently to Lucy, who looked up at me and told me with a dripping wet mouth that her teacher said I was now again ready, and that such a nice apportionment as I had been given should be bestowed upon them in some way and not wasted. Coming from such a seasoned veteran was high praise indeed, she said, and I should act quickly. I squirmed out from under her head and walked to the end of the bed, my pointer leading the way. Lucy was kneeling between the spread-wide legs, her derrier pointed up towards me where I stood behind her. I could see that she hadn't been shaved, and that the place between her legs looked much more mature and more inviting. I reached a cupped hand out and lightly touched her right at her apex and I felt her shudder. I caressed her nice ass and quickly stepped up so that my knob could find its home. I aimed myself between two reddened little flaps of skin and pushed slowly in. She was very very tight, and I had to withdraw and push in again over and over, making very little "head" way each time. I still wasn't all the way in when I hit a wall, so I just started stroking as far in as I could. Shan Zi must have been getting the result of my thrusting indirectly because her gasps became moans, that became cries, that escalated into shouts. Each thrust now brought a shout from the girl on the bed, and when I held Lucy's hips and gave a really hard shove I heard a different voice cry out. The wall I'd been battering gave way and I saw some blood around the entrance I'd been hammering away at. I started to pull out for fear that I'd hurt her, but Lucy reached back and held my hips so that I couldn't withdraw. She whimpered a little, then began slowly gyrating her hips so that I edged and inched into her a little farther. I took the hint and very carefully pushed and pulled until my sword was fully buried in her scabbard. When I was all the way in she lowered her face back into the musky flesh before her and really let her have it. What had been shouts before now became gurgling, strangling noises as Lucy unrelentingly forced wave after wave of orgasm upon her mentor. Having recently cum myself, I now had longer control than I ever dreamed possible, and stepped up the pace of my thrusting. Shan Zi gave one long and loud outburst that I thought would bring security, but either the walls were super- insulated or the bouncers knew her sound because no one came to see if some person or animal was being horribly tortured. When she ran out of breath she seemed to pass out, and Lucy stopped her mouth action. She reached back and stopped my thrusting, pushed me away so that I completely withdrew, and then lay on the king-sized bed to the side of Shan Zi. A quick glance showed that she still breathed, and lay spread-eagled in a coma of pleasure. Lucy's reaching up with both arms beckoning me to her drew my sight, and I descended onto and into her with all my heart, soul, and body. We made long, slow love there on that bed, and when the climax came we knew it was simultaneous for us both, and clung to each other like those drowning. This was what I had dreamed of ever since meeting the little half-asian in gym class seemingly eons ago. We were still just both high school teenagers, but we felt like we had waited a lifetime for this moment of mutual bliss. The embrace lasted long after my erection subsided, and we held each other not wanting to let go and have to think of anything beyond the moment. Eventually, though, Shan Zi stirred and began to recover. She reached over and stroked my back in her haze of bliss, and whispered some words I couldn't understand. Lucy translated them as saying that she had never been a part of such moving physical coupling, and only wished that I had bestowed my gift upon her instead of her student. To Lucy, though, she said that she thought there was little she could teach her further, except for those requests that involved pain mixed in with the pleasure, but those lessons she would probably learn on her own. She sat up, arranged her teddy back into its original state of covering her breasts and being snapped between her legs, and left the room. Lucy smiled up at me, and again my heart melted to see her not only happy, but happy to be with me, and told me that she had passed her test. I told her that she had passed my test the first time I laid eyes on her. She hugged me for that, and her body next to mine felt like the yin that matched my yang. *************************** But what to do next? We were still deep inside enemy territory, and despite having passed the test, how long would it be before Lucy was expected to leave me and hook up with another client? And what about Tran? Had he been released, and was he now searching through the house for us, hell-bent on revenge? The thought of him being ass-fucked up on stage, though, gave me pause from my new concerns to smile the smile of justice. I hugged my Lucy closely, and asked what to do from here. The two of us shared ideas, but as Lucy filled me in on the operation she had become involved with, my resolve to shut them down for good grew. It turns out that Bull had connections back in Thailand that allowed him to receive girls illegally into the country. Their families sold them as payment on bad debts, loans, or to pay for drugs. Women were practically a commodity in their country, and Bull was growing ever richer on this arrangement of flesh. Lucy had come into the "house" very late in life, whereas there were girls as young as 8 who were turning tricks to survive. I wondered aloud why authorities hadn't shut this place down and Lucy explained that it was common knowledge in the "house" that the authorities were on the take. Videotapes had been made of city officials, who looked the other way whenever charges of wrong-doing were filed. A few raids were made with forewarning given so that Bull could toss a girl or two to the wolves, but however many were sacrificed, more were on hand to step in and keep business "up." I told Lucy a kernel of my developing idea, and the two of us watered and nurtured the plan together until it ripened in our minds. With little further to lose and further love to gain we set our plan into motion. ***************************************** Lucy wore revealingly little on her petite frame, and I dressed back up in Tran's tights and mask. She led the way out of our room and towards the office. We went hand in hand, her in the lead, and walked with purpose like we had somewhere important to go. The fact was, we did, and no one that we passed gave us more than a passing glance. We stopped before the last corner, and I waited while Lucy went ahead. There was a burly guard before the office door, and when I turned the corner after waiting the allotted 2 minutes, she had him down away from the door, his back to it as her hands moved up and down his body in obvious "awe at his muscle size." That diversion gave me the time to slip inside the door undetected. That's as far as the plan had been laid specifically. Once inside I was to look for anything that might implicate Bull or the establishment in their illegal activities. I searched the desk and a file cabinet all to no avail. Then I heard a little confrontation outside the door, so I hid in the coat closet. Soon after I heard 2 men come in, talking mostly in Thai so that I couldn't understand a word they said. One word came up twice, though, and on that I thought I could hang my hat: "Stevenson." William "Billy" Stevenson was the Deputy Mayor my mother worked for. Hearing his name used in that office was a link I was sure I could use. The two men found whatever it was they had come for and left. I went back to the file cabinet, and in the bottom drawer I came across some videocassettes with various names on them, one of which showed "Stevenson." I took that and made ready to leave. I looked around for something I needed, and spied a heavy lead crystal decanter, filled with a deep amber colored liquid. I grabbed it by the neck. When I peeped out the door I was unhappily surprised to see the guard back in place next to the door, Lucy nowhere in sight. So I tucked the tape under my arm, removed the crystal stopper from the bottle and tossed it down the hallway. When the guard moved that way to investigate, I slipped from the room quietly and then noisily acted as if I were just coming down the hall from the opposite direction. The guard spied me and I thanked him for finding the bottle's lid. Then I asked him where the girl was that was seen down this way. My stomach lurched when he told me that Tran had taken her with him to the "special" room. I replied that I had been sent to look for her by Tran, and to bring him this bottle, and asked where the "special" room was. He told me where to find it, and off I went at a quick clip. I passed what I noticed were all young, underage girls wearing next to nothing in this slave-pit of a whorehouse, and hurried even faster to find Lucy and finish our plan. I found what I believed was the right room and boldly walked in. Tran was standing by the side of the bed where he had Lucy stripped naked, and tied spread-eagled onto it. He had some device that he was about to use on her when I walked in. He was annoyed at the intrusion, but in the dim light didn't recognize me as anything or anyone other than an intrusion. When he asked what I wanted in obviously annoyed tones, I replied that I had come to deliver the bottle to him and when he gestured toward the dresser with its open drawer exposing further sexual implements, I stepped between him and the dresser, turned and bashed the bottle into the side of his head. I delivered the bottle just as I'd promised him. I had expected that it would shatter into a million pieces, but the thing was hardier than I would have anticipated, and with the squishy sound of contact, Tran fell to the floor and the bottle remained intact. I saw Lucy's look of relief and she began to cry. I untied her hands and then her feet and she clung to me like the last tip of tree above a swirling flood. Then I noticed that I was holding her just as hard, my own sobs matching hers. Finally I grunted out that we should finish what we had begun. Lucy found a teddy in one of the drawers to wear, and I found some matches. I lit fires at about 6 different places in the room, left the bottle on the floor next to Tran's head where he was heaped, and walked into the hallway. I grabbed the first person walking by, told her that the guy in there was drunk, and that the place was on fire. Two others raced in and pulled Tran from the flames, cursing his drunkenness, and in the ensuing commotion Lucy and I made our getaway. All we had to do was yell "fire!" and point back where we had come from, and soon everyone we met either headed that way to help, or headed our way to flee. Once out of the building I tugged Lucy towards where I had parked, several blocks away, and only when we got into my card did I remember that my wallet, keys, clothes, etc. had been left at my place in the viewing room. I tore off Tran's mask and told Lucy to stay in the car, lock the doors, and not open them for anyone. She begged me not to go back, but I really had no choice. I went in through the smoky Blue Parrot bar and in the confusion no one really paid me much attention. Few were in the main viewing room, even though smoke had begun to enter there as well. I found my booth and saw that the Dippin' Girl I had had during the show was there going through my left-behind stuff. She wore nothing still, and when she who it was her face went through a series of emotions. First was guilt when she saw she was caught picking someone's pockets. Then I saw that she recognized me, so I told her to give me my wallet and keys. As she handed me my stuff she stepped closer and without warning slammed her knee up into my groin. White lights flashed in front of me as I doubled over in excruciating pain. I watched her open the wallet and withdraw all my money, throw down everything else, and I saw her feet move off. I couldn't help but look higher through the smoke and the pain-induced haze to admire the departing cute little butt as she left with her booty, her head held high. At least down on the floor the air was more breathable than up high where smoke was beginning to fill the room. When I recovered use of my body I went through a side exit that let out onto an alley. It turned out to be a shortcut back to the car, and when Lucy saw me through the window and let me in, she asked if I had run into anyone. "Just the knee of justice," I replied, and didn't elaborate further despite her quizzical look. We drove to her grandfather's Snow Leopard restaurant, which was closed by now, but she knew where a key had been hidden. We went in through the aroma filled kitchen to the office where I placed a hasty call to Stevenson. He came fully awake when I asked if he knew much about the Blue Parrot and what went on behind the guarded door. I told him that there was a fire in progress, that I had a tape of him from there, that many underage and illegal immigrants were abandoning the building, and now would be a sweet time to get the police and INS involved in return for the tape. He hastily agreed when I told him where he could meet me and get the tape back first, and the phrase I would use so he knew it was me. I went back to my car, put on Tran's mask again and waited in the alley behind the restaurant. I recognized Stevenson when he came around the corner. I began to get afraid when two men in trench coats waited at the corner as he came forward to meet me. I lowered my voice and disguised it as much as possible by giving it a Thai accent, but I don't think I really fooled him. 'Nice shoes,' I said, using the phrase I had told him I would use to recognize me. He asked if I had recovered any more tapes and I replied in the negative. I assured him that this was the original, that I hadn't made any copies, and obviously hadn't had time to make any copies. He pressed me again and asked if I had found any other tapes, and rattled off 4 names, two of which I recognized as the mayor's and the D.A.'s. When I again replied in the negative, he smiled, took the tape, turned on his heel, and headed away. Lucy's grandfather had been awakened by our arrival and had come down to investigate. At first he was glad to see Lucy, and angry to see me. Then he noticed our manner of undress and looked like he was going to strangle me with his two old and shriveled, but very powerful hands. Then Lucy told him what had really been going on. How she had lied to him and had gone to work for Bull to help pay off his loan and keep Thai goons from being ordered to trash and burn his restaurant. Tears made their way down her face continually during her recitation of the events, but she held her sobs in check, and spoke with resolve. She told of conditions in the house, of girls being illegally smuggled into this country to work there, and of my rescuing her. She reached over and held my hand, her back arching and her chest swelling with pride as she told of my making the switch on stage with Tran, sneaking into Bull's office, Tran's grabbing her and near-torture before I again saved the day. She told of the fire we had set, the fire and police arriving, and the possibility that the House that Bull Built being shut down forever. She didn't mention our love-making, the tape, or the little meeting I'd just had in his alley, but he is such a shrewd old geezer I'll bet he inferred most of what she left out anyway. The final results were more than we could have hoped for. Deputy Mayor Stevenson led the raid that put a notorious underworld Thai mobster in jail. Dozens of underage Thai girls were freed from forced prostitution and many of Bull's henchmen were jailed as well. Tran was one of those, though he didn't get there until after a long stay at a hospital for his head wound. During the raid tapes were recovered that implicated the Mayor and the District Attorney in aiding, abetting, and protecting Bull, who it was revealed had been blackmailing them. Deputy Mayor Stevenson was promoted to Mayor, and the luster of his actions will probably propel him back into office in next year's elections. Consequently, my mother is now secretary to the mayor, and the boost in salary has made a nice difference around our house. Lucy and I told my friends that she had had surgery for a cancerous growth, and she had dumped me as a way of protecting me from being hurt in case it had been fatal. It was a bit of a stretch, but they fell for it, and actually thought more highly of her for being so self-less. She was able to dump wearing the baggy clothes pretty easily since they had all burned in the whore-house fire anyway. She didn't go back, though, to wearing such tight and skimpy clothing as she had when she first came out of her shell. Her new look was sophisticated and decidedly older --and it wasn't a phony look for her in any way. She had grown up and matured through her circumstances. I'm now a student in the State University nearby, and Lucy is a senior in high school. Word is that she will be nominated to the Prom court again at the end of the year, but more recently we attended the Mayor's Christmas Ball. Lucy wore a stunning off- white gown and high heels. Her natural tan was the perfect contrast to the dress, that was cut low. The material was nylon, and it stretched over her frame in a way that was reminiscent of her team swim suit that always seemed just a little too small. Her body was now a little more filled out, and the tightness of her dress supported her chest like a wonderbra would, adding to her cleavage in a most enticing manner. I wore a tuxedo, much like the one I'd worn to last year's prom, and we were a handsome couple if I say so myself. We entered with my mother, and the Mayor came to greet us with his lovely wife on his arm. He greeted my mother warmly, who introduced us to him. He admired us as a good looking pair, noticing Lucy's Thai facial features, and I could see that his memories of Thai girls was exciting him a little too publicly. He seemed captured by Lucy's sparkling green eyes, and then he looked her up and down and it looked like he was trying to picture her lithe body under her gown when I commented about his footwear. "Nice shoes," I said and his attention was arrested to me as he turned to gape for a minute. Recognition and panic crossed his eyes for a second, but he was the consummate politician and recovered before anyone else caught on to what had transpired. He stopped eyeing Lucy's lithe physique and shook my hand in greeting. It was a little too hard, but I returned the grip equally, and he made a comment that seemed innocuous to everyone else, but which I caught for what was behind the words. "Nice to meet you son. I've been wondering who you were, ah, since your mother talks about you so much. Your mom's a great asset to me and has helped me get where I am, so if you ever need a favor, just look me up. I owe you one." I thought he might have a hidden threat in there, but he repeated, "I owe you... one," and I caught that I could ask once for something, and then I'd better never come into contact with him again or he'd take me for a shake down artist. Still gripping hands I replied, "I've always admired your work, Sir, especially that bust you made last year. I appreciate the offer, but I don't want you to feel beholden to me at all. All I ask is that you treat my mother right," which drew a purr of appreciation from my mom and a look of greater respect from the Mayor. He nodded in agreement and we finally released hands. Out on the dance floor Lucy's and my bodies fit together as we danced. Lucy's dress felt smooth to my touch, almost like it wasn't even there, as I held her closely. I saw people staring at us throughout the night and heard murmurs about what a lovely couple we were. Lucy was the envy of every woman there, being such a vision of loveliness, and I saw that I was resented and envied by every man there for being her partner. But I began making contacts that night that would prove to be important to me down the road, for I now had a purpose I could live for. I planned to be the mayor someday, and finish the job Stevenson had only been forced to begin of cleaning up our town's corruption. With Lucy at my side, I knew I could reach any heights. I hugged her taut body to mine and began to reach some new heights even then. THE END (This story was written, edited, and uploaded by CHEETAH, the king of adult story tellers. It may be distributed freely in its full and current condition, but may not be sold, quoted, or edited. I hope you have enjoyed this novella, and if you did you should look for the "New Neighbors" and "Co-ed" stories previously released. Copyright 1997.)