Date: Sun, 6 Jul 2008 21:41:14 +0000
From: Evie Cole <evie.cole@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sweat Part 1

I would just like to say this is my first story and as always it will be
based on pure fiction.  It all started with a prick. A single unsought
prick. As I threaded the last needle my amateur fingers trembled with the
days pressure and all at once the trail of blood was to spin it's own wheel
of stringy events.

`Would you like me to get you a plaster?' I span in mock anticipation, It
was on the rare occasion that I was companied at work and the thought I had
been spied on sent waves of upheaval to my stomach.

`Would you like a plaster?' I stared at the women standing opposite me. It
was my second week at a sweat shop in China, I had moved to experience the
misgivings of a culture so opposed to a mistake like mine. I was the only
Caucasian and although I was surrounded by the young and the old all the
while, I had come to terms with the fact I was a mere pebble on their road
racing away from famine.  I was non-existent. Unimportant. More over
useless.

A few heads cocked to see what was going on. It was even rarer for the
Masters wife to enter the humid stench of the shop, and far more
unscrupulous for I an indecent beginner to be communicating with her.  In
all fairness I hadn't replied, oh god was that worse?!

In my broken Mandarin I managed to accumulate the sentence, `Yes, please
Madam.'

The soles of my shoes grated heavily against the grit clawing from the
solemn floor, mistreated, the room stank of hopelessness. Grey and
disheveled the cramped atmosphere squeezed what felt like hundreds of us
into the tip of a needle. How ironic...

`Here,' gripping my hand Mrs. Yoshaki coolly whipped out anti-septic, the
pain numbed by the affection of her touch. I pondered; perplexed by her
caring attitude in such an obtuse place, but I let the misplaced woman
continue wrapping my finger without an outcry. I took the moment to study
her face. I took in the smooth skin against her forehead, momentarily
crinkled in concentration. Short lashes framing intense dark eyes, warm
hair tones highlighting her pale colouring and slight tight lips gapped
enough to show perfect pearled teeth. I glanced down at her collar bones,
protruding against her small frame. I had the urge to stroke them and feel
the hardness of her body, but of course I contained myself. Masako was
around thirty, ten or so years older than I. Yet still a trophy girl for
her aged husband the famous sixty-something Jing Hern Yoshaki. Around 5'1
she was a slight 90lbs, petite.

I lay at night. My boxy room. Alone. Shuffling along to my dirty bathroom I
glanced at my reflection in the flickering light. My eyes swarmed by dark
rings of insomnia, I ran my hand through my tousled hair and stretched my
achy shoulders. Why am I thinking of her?

Ring.  Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

`Hello?' What the fuck? I flicked to my alarm clock, 3:06.  `I'm naked.'  A
female voice replied. It was familiar, but Chinese just sounded Chinese.

`Excuse me?'

The phone cut dead.

Weird.

Work the next day was treacherous. I noticed something odd though; a young
girl was watching me now and again. Probably due to the situation
yesterday, that was especially attention grabbing. Also, later I found a
note upon my chair when I left for my toilet break. It read:

I'm here. You must be there, 1 am at the City Park. Be there. It was in
English. My first thought was a young Chinese man had probably wanted
something unusual to fuck for the night. However the word here seemed to
unsettle my mind. Were have I heard that? Masako.

I spent longer than I have ever spent on my appearance. My makeup accurate
and flattering while my dress skimmed my breasts perfectly to show the
hardness of my nipple through the material; the excitement was setting
in. I puffed my way down the narrow streets, 0.57. I'm early. But not
alone.

`Hello?' I whispered, the heat of my body caused dragon breathe to wheeze
it's way into the nightsky.

`I'm naked.' Oh that voice again.

My hands shot to my face. The pure warmth pulsated. I counted my
heartbeat. 1,2,3,100.

And then she crept out of the bushes. Shivering with her chubby body
prickled with goose pimples.

`Erm do I know you?' It definitely wasn't Masako, the thick thighs easily
gave that away.

`I want you,' It was the girl that stared at me from work. Oh Great.

`I'm sorry..' and then I ran.

Still panting I knelt against the mustard walls of my flat and bowed my
head in shame. What did I expect?! A married women!

Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring.

`Please, Leave me alone!'

`I'm sorry?' Wait.. It wasn't that girl, it was, it was..

`Jennay?' I loved they way she added a sharp --ay to my usually flat
name.

`Madam Masako, I apologise, how may I help you?' Tonight was getting
stranger.

`I'm alone.' Her voice broke.

`I'm here.' Of course I was.

I entered her house. Or should I say mansion. The corridors ran endlessly
to form an enigma of a house with a cryptic maze of doors. Decorated in
expensive European furniture it didn't fit with her minimalistic style, but
it was all to flash for him. Her husband.

Her usual calm exterior was crippled with a fraught fuss.

`I'm sorry I phoned you like that, I had no one to trust, I found your
number in the records, I knew you would understand, he's gone again to meet
one of his bitches and...'

I snatched her wrist and pulled it abruptly enough to shock the both of us,
with the other hand I stroked her hair behind her ears and kissed the end
of her lobe. I have no idea why, it just seemed appropriate.

`I didn't phone you for that.' She stared into my eyes with content.

`I know.' And with that her silk sleeping gown dropped to the ground.
Traipsing into the lounge I watched her boney hips swing. Laying upon the
settee she ran her hand into her briefs. I had no idea what to do, were to
look. What was she expecting?

`Here!' I pulled off my thick jumper and tight jeans and followed her
lead. Laying head to tail I placed one hand into my underwear. I slipped
open my lips and engulfed my shaking fingers in a juicy sauce. Slowly
rubbing my thumb against my clit I realized Masako had halted. Pulling my
hand away she sat up and peeled my damp panties out of my cunt. Splitting
my legs she dipped into me. Sucking at my erect clit she prodded it
rhythmically with her quick tongue tip. It felt euphoric to be with her,
watching a dark cloak of hair cover her face I twisted in my first
orgasm. Pulling her face to mine I kissed her passionately and tasted the
flavours of seduction against her tongue. Grinding my mound against her I
felt her apprehension drip down my inner thigh, flipping her into her
stomach I slowly forced her onto her knees and came at her from behind. We
both began to sweat. Masako's ass thrived in multiple orgasms as I hit her
soft G-spot to her utter surprise; she groaned loudly and harshly covering
the sound of the front door opening. By the time the footsteps had entered
the room it was too late.

`Oh god. It's not what it looks like.'



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