Date: Tue, 30 May 2000 14:57:55 -0700
From: J. Ocean <jocean@slip.net>
Subject: 17th summer part 9

My Seventeenth Summer, Part 9

Tuesday was a gorgeous day, sunny and warm with a cool breeze drifting
through from time to time. I slept late, dreaming blissfully of my
assignation with the Mullen sisters. Then I kind of floated through the
rest of the morning, dallying over breakfast and taking a long, satisfying
shower. I was feeling sexy so I put on a tight black miniskirt and a pink
tube top that didn't leave much to the imagination.

It was almost noon by the time I strolled over to Madeleine's and opened
the envelope marked "Tuesday." Inside was a torn-out page from the Yellow
Pages with a small ad circled. "Queen of Nails," it said, accompanied by a
list of services--"Manicure, Waxing, Silk Wrap, Acrylic Nails, Pedicure"
and so on--and a rather blurry picture of a striking-looking Asian woman.
On one edge of the piece of paper Madeleine had written "4:00."

I pulled up in front of the address on Front Street at just a couple
minutes after 4. It was a small building with a big front window on which
"Queen of Nails" was painted in big flowery yellow letters. Standing behind
them was the woman from the picture. Except she was much lovelier in
person--soft brown hair, light green eyes, a round and elegant face. She
was wearing a light blue robe with white abstract designs on it and sort of
staring out into space, a faraway look in her eyes. As I approached the
shop she spotted me and tilted her head, giving me a curious look, her
mouth still a perfect horizontal line.

A bell sounded as I pushed open the door and the woman walked toward me,
now favoring me with a fetching smile. She took my hand. "Hello!" she said.
"My name is Ana. You are Miss Morgan?"

I nodded. "Sit!" said Ana, indicating a big, comfy-looking chair to her
left. I sat, and she took a seat across from me and went to work on my
nails. By way of conversation as she worked she began to tell me her life
story--an orphan, she'd immigrated from Vietnam eight years previous, and
after working various jobs and saving up, she'd finally been able to open
her own nail salon.

I studied Ana as she spoke. I tried to figure out her age; I guessed it to
be around 25, but--and I hope this isn't a terrible thing to say--Asian
women can look deceptively young sometimes. She really was gorgeous, with
smooth, luminous skin, delicate hands, and small but delicious-looking
lips. Her body was somewhat hidden by the robe, but I could see that it was
slim and probably would be quite pleasant to behold. Being who I am, I
began to fantasize about opening her robe, sliding my hands inside, pulling
her nakedness against me...

"Miss Morgan?" she said.

"Yeah?" I answered, a little startled.

"What color do you want for your nails?"

"Hmmm...what do you recommend?"

"For you? How about a nice white?"

"Sure," I said. Ana smiled, picked up a bottle of polish, and began to
apply it to my nails. I leaned back in the chair, feeling very relaxed
there in that quiet place, being attended to by the charming Ana. There
were a couple of big houseplants in corners of the room, their leaves
swaying slightly in the gentle breeze. Sun was pouring into the room from a
doorway on my left that led into a small patch of lawn surrounded by a high
wooden fence.

My mind wandered and for a minute there, I wasn't thinking about sex at
all. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something moving to my right.
I turned my head a little and was surprised to see a naked girl walking
toward me. An Asian girl who looked about 15, though again she could have
actually been older. Her hair was longer and darker than Ana's, and she was
small and skinny with tiny little breasts, narrow hips, and a thin,
rectangular patch of pubic hair. The only part of her that was covered was
one shoulder, which had a towel slung over it.

As she walked toward me, since I was sitting, her bush was right at eye
level, and having been taken by surprise, I forgot to avert my eyes. I got
I nice, close look at her downy fur, the soft, soft skin of her pelvis and
thighs, and her pussy lips poking out from underneath. There's a peculiar,
innocent kind of allure that many girlish-looking women have--one that
makes me want to jump their bones with great haste--and this one had it in
spades.

Ana said something to the naked girl, somewhat curtly, in Vietnamese. The
girl answered back in a similar tone and continued walking past me toward
the doorway. Once outside she put her towel down on the grass and lay down
on top of it. "Please excuse my sister," said Ana. "Vu came to this country
only a few months ago. In Vietnam she lived with nuns who never let her do
anything. So I'm afraid she's grown a little wild since coming here. I hope
she doesn't make you uncomfortable."

As if, I thought. But what I said was, "No, it's OK. I like to sunbathe in
the nude sometimes myself."

"Well, so do I, to tell you the truth," said Ana. "But I don't like for Vu
to make my customers embarrassed."

Ana spent a long time on my nails, then she pulled off my sandals and
started in on my toenails, putting my feet up on a little ottoman and
kneeling in front of me. There's always something very sensual about the
process of toenail painting, and I was starting to get a little warm in the
crotch, watching Ana there on her knees with one eye and the naked Vu with
the other. Vu was obviously enjoying the sun and periodically would stretch
and arch her back.

When Ana finished up my toenails she said to me, "OK, you must now let
everything dry. You will not move for one hour, you understand?" She
pointed up at the clock, which read 5:00 exactly, and fixed me with a
mock-stern stare. "One hour."

"OK, Ana." I said. "You're the boss."

"I'm going to close up now," she said. "You're my last customer for today.
You just sit back and relax." She pulled down the blinds over the big
window in front and turned the lock on the door, then disappeared into a
side room. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts drift, and eventually I
nodded off for a while.

* * *

It was only later, as the three of us lay in bed together, that I began to
understand what happened next. Ana explained it to me as I nestled with my
head on her shoulder and my arm around her waist.

"Madeleine had told us about you, and told us that we were welcome to try
to seduce you if we were so inclined. That was what Vu and I were arguing
about. We don't trust many people with our secret. We can't afford to,
because if we trusted the wrong person and word got out, I'd be finished in
this city. I've worked too hard too long to take any chances with my
business.

"But Vu kept telling me that it was too hot an opportunity to pass up. She
kept reminding me how beautiful you are, how good you'd smell and taste.
And, that little bitch, she kept spreading her legs and showing me how
moist your presence was making her. She promised she'd give me a massage
and lick my pussy for six hours tomorrow. She kept tempting me and finally
I just couldn't take it anymore. I told her to get on her knees, and that
was when you opened your eyes.

"And you know what?" said Ana, gliding her hand across my raw and
overjoyed cunt as Vu nibbled on my neck, her small tits pressed tightly
against. my back, "Vu was right. You were worth the risk."

* * *

I half-woke to the sound of raised voices. Groggy, I kept my eyes closed
and tried to figure out where I was, what was going on, what the voices
were saying. They weren't making any words that I could understand. The
sounds were clipped, a bit harsh, but not without a certain poetry. I ran
through French and Spanish words in my mind, but they bore no relation to
what I was hearing.

Then I remembered: "Ana. Vu. Vietnamese." So now I knew what language it
was, but that wasn't much help, because I knew not a single word of
Vietnamese. So I decided to forget about the words and concentrate on the
inflection, see what I could figure out that way.

At first, their tones were clearly those of a disagreement. Both women had
mellifluous voices, Vu's somewhat higher in pitch, but now they spoke
loudly, quickly, and without sisterly tenderness. Thismade me tense up in
my chair and I closed my eyes tighter, hoping the confrontation would go
away.

Then, gradually, Vu's voice began to assume a pleading tone. Ana's
responses remained curt at first but then began to soften just a little.
Vu, sensing an opening, became a bit more assertive, sounding as if she
were enumerating different points in an argument. When Ana answered there
was a real hesitancy in her voice. She was beginning to be swayed.

Vu now took her persuasion to another level. Her voice became sugary,
insinuating--seductive even. After a few sentences, she concluded in a
triumphant tone, certain that she had won her sister over.

Ana was quiet for a long moment as she considered what had been said.
Then, with startling suddenness, she barked out a few commanding words.

* * *

As Ana spoke, my eyes shot open. I was both alarmed and curious. It took
my eyes a couple seconds to adjust--it was dark inside and light
outside--and then I saw...