Kung Fu Nuns Part 9

"I hope you don't mind coming here," said Tommy Chu, as he led Uncle Ma into the lobby of the Peninsula Hotel. They had crossed the harbor aboard the Star Ferry in the millionaire's Rolls Royce---which was definitely not rented.

"The scene of your triumph!"

"Yes, and the table is unoccupied. Let's take it before someone else does."

As they sat, Uncle Ma looked around carefully and then said, "I think you're playing with me. This is almost in the center of the lobby. There must have been hundreds of people in here at the time."

"You have to believe! If you don't, the Shar Yips will dismiss you, and your mission will be a failure."

"I believe enough to ask you allow me to buy you a bottle of champagne to once again celebrate your triumph!"

"Please!"

As the bottle was being uncorked, Uncle Ma whispered, "These arrangements! Something like the young girl that just came through the door? A bit prettier, more filled out, and not as young."

Looking in that direction, Tommy smiled and said, "That's Lillian!"

"The madam? She's just a schoolgirl! She looks like a virgin."

Rising, Tommy Chu motioned to the tall, thin girl at the door and said, "Over here, Lillian." She was clad in a rather proper blazer and burgundy skirt and as she began to make her way toward their table, he remarked to Uncle Ma, "She is very possibly a virgin. She doesn't rent herself out. Only makes arrangements for others. Probably the best thing--she's the youngest and least appealing of the group."

Uncle Ma sighed, "The reality of it all never turns out to be that impressive. You strive for innocence and you get the receptacles for hundreds, maybe thousands, of gwai lo c.o.c.ks."

"I doubt if your companion for tonight has ever tasted gwai lo c.o.c.k. Lillian's girls don't do business with their own kind. They have reputations to protect, and all of them have already sold their cherries to rich Chinese, myself included."

It took some time for Lillian to reach their table as she took a more circuitous route around the lobby, stopping to chat with acquaintances, all middle-aged Orientals. When she finally sat opposite Uncle Ma, she studied him carefully, and then in a businesslike manner said, "I'm Lillian! If Mr. Chu says you're okay, I guess you're okay!"

Reaching into her bag, she removed four mimeographed pages held together by a staple and placed them in front of him saying, "If it isn't on the list, we don't do it!"

Tommy Chu laughed. "What she really means is that, if it isn't on the list, it costs more."

"Nothing kinky!" added Lillian, pouting.

Uncle Ma, who had been perusing the catalog of pleasures the young girl had given him, couldn't help remarking, "Nothing kinky? This is quite comprehensive. If you left something out, it has to be something I've never tried."

"Cash up front and the girls expect a tip! Three Thousand Hong Kong bucks. Only Terri and Jackie are available. It's a school night and midterms are this week. Don't take too much time making up your mind."

"What do Terri and Jackie look like?" asked Uncle Ma, already excited by the sound of their names.

A wink from Tommy Chu indicated that Uncle Ma would be more than pleased with either of the two mentioned. "Are they blonde?"

"Jackie's blonde!" snapped Lillian.

"Long hair?"

"Long hair! Braids! You're paying the freight."

"I'll try Jackie then."

Again reaching into her Danish schoolbag, Lillian removed a pad and a pen and began to write. "You saw the list. Exactly what do you expect her to do?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary!"

"Straight f.u.c.king and sucking?" asked Lillian in a manner so businesslike that it caused Uncle Ma to wince.

Tommy Chu told him, "Don't be shy! There must be some particular little variations you may enjoy. These are educated girls."

Uncle Ma took a long time in thought before stating, "I'd like to f.u.c.k Jackie American-style!"

"American-style?" asked Chu. "Now you've got me curious. Just what is American-style?"

With moist lips Uncle Ma said hopefully, "In the back seat of a car."

"You're sick," said Lillian closing her notebook. "Where? On Queens Central in front of the cricket pitch?"

"Someplace picturesque," replied Uncle Ma, already into a fantasy.

"My girls have reputations to protect. Only first cla.s.s hotels or apartments on the Victoria side."

"Up on the Peak. The view's nice and n.o.body will notice!" Tommy Chu then looked at Uncle Ma and added, "You realize this is a short term interlude. The young ladies have to get home by a certain hour." Looking at Lillian he said, "There will be some extra consideration."

"Double!" said Uncle Ma anxiously.

Tommy Chu patted Lillian's hand and then said, "Call Jackie and make the arrangements." As the young girl rose, Uncle Ma blurted out, "A red, nineteen fifty-seven Chevy convertible."

Lillian leaned over him and looked him straight in the eye. "You know something. You're a very weird man!" Scooping up her schoolbag, she turned and hurried off. When she was out of sight, Uncle Ma said, "A 'fifty-seven Chevy convertible is not as outrageous as a Shar Yip."

"To each his own," was the reply.

When Lillian hadn't returned by the time their second bottle of champagne had arrived, Uncle Ma said, "I think I scared her away. My request was rather strange."

"No," said Tommy Chu, "I can see her from here. She's using the telephone at the desk."

"Perhaps Jackie is unavailable."

"Jackie is always available. It must be something else!"

As both men watched, Lillian hung up the phone, picked up her bag, and started back towards them. When she reached their table, she asked Uncle Ma, "How about a red, nineteen fifty-six T-Bird? That's the best I could do!"

The girl called Jackie turned out to offer much more than Uncle Ma had expected. She was short and blonde, with thighs on the thick side, and large b.r.e.a.s.t.s with full, hard nipples that struggled to escape from the tight knit sweater that encased them. She appeared to be about eighteen years old. It was obvious that "Jackie" was a working alias, and Uncle Ma did not press her further on her background. The owner of the car, a Canadian publisher of sorts in Uncle Ma's age range, had insisted that he drive, and he charged an almost outrageous rental of one hundred U.S. dollars. Uncle Ma lost all thoughts of bargaining with him when he discovered Jackie waiting in the rear seat of the vehicle. He was erect even before he squeezed into the seat next to her. As their knees touched, her hand fell on his lap to caress his Joy Stick with what seemed like genuine enthusiasm. And when she presented her upraised mouth, Uncle Ma's tongue entered it fully, although never in his life had he kissed a wh.o.r.e before. Her tongue then found the inner recesses of his right ear before she whispered, "This is real cool! You want to play boyfriend and girlfriend!"

Extremely pleased, but a little annoyed by the balding pate of the hooked-nose gwai lo seated up front who was catching an occasional peek out of the side of his eye, Uncle Ma replied, "I want to play teacher and student!"

"Got it!" said the girl. "I suck you silly or I won't pa.s.s math!"

"Economics!" said Uncle Ma.

"Oh," she sobbed. "Professor, please! I'll do anything if you upgrade my midterms! Anything!"

"Oh, s.h.i.t!" laughed the driver of the cla.s.sic Ford Thunderbird.

Jackie slapped him on his head and said, "Shut up and drive, a.s.shole. You're not being paid to comment."

Her very fresh, blatant Western att.i.tude excited Uncle Ma so much that a bit of man juice rushed out unexpectedly to moisten his trousers. When her hand returned to his Joy Stick, she whispered, "Naughty boy! You're getting way ahead of me!" She patted it consolingly. "He'll just have to wait. We're pulling onto the ferry ramp. We might draw attention if anyone noticed your c.o.c.k in my mouth on the car deck."

Speechless, all Uncle Ma could do was smile happily. There was no further conversation until the car pulled into the parking lot of the Peak Tower Apartments. The driver removed the keys from the ignition, got out, yawned, and said, "You'll have some privacy up here. It's a popular f.u.c.king spot. n.o.body will give you a second glance. I'm taking the tram back down to Central. I'll be back in exactly one hour. Have fun!"

As he went off, Jackie muttered "jerk," but Uncle Ma, his hand reaching under her miniskirt, was too engrossed in his fantasy of what was to come to pay attention. There was a sting of pain as the sharp edge of the snap on her garter belt cut into the knuckle of his right hand. He drew back instinctively with a little yelp. "Careful," she said. "One of my other customers almost lost an eye down there."

Sympathetically, she took his aching finger into her mouth and sucked on it as if it was a c.o.c.k. The pain fled and Uncle Ma said out loud in Chinese, "f.u.c.k the Shar Yip. My Joy Stick has grown three inches without their help already!"

He pushed up what there was of her skirt and spread her legs to bury his head between her thighs. She said, "You really go for garter belts! Most older guys like my gym panties!"

"I love garter belts," moaned Uncle Ma. "And blondes."

"Well, I'm a hundred percent authentic blonde. Do you know, some girls use peroxide down there? It must hurt like h.e.l.l."

"I must see," said Uncle Ma, reaching to open the door so that the interior roof light would switch on.

"No!" said Jackie. "That would attract attention. People live upstairs."

"I have to see," moaned Uncle Ma.

"Hang on," said Jackie. Reaching over to her bag, she undid the clasp with one hand and removed a small flashlight. She snapped it on and focused the beam between her legs. The sight of her tight, cream-colored entrance and soft, downy, ash blonde pubic hair encased in the thinnest of fabrics drove Uncle Ma to the point of insanity. When he started to tear at her garter belt, Jackie brought him back to reality with a tap on his shoulder. "Here," she said handing him the light. "Hold this! I'll take the stockings off before you rip them."

"Sorry!" said Uncle Ma, calming down only slightly. "If your parents noticed, you would be in trouble!"

"Notice? They'd kill me if they even got the idea that I wore this kind of stuff. They think I'm a virgin. It's my mother's. When Lillian said you probably liked garter belts like Mr. Chu, I snitched it from her drawer. She's very precise with her belongings. If the stuff isn't back there in the morning, she'll blow her top."

After removing the undergarments, Jackie carefully placed them in her handbag, and Uncle Ma's head lost no time in returning to its position between her thighs. She tapped him on the shoulder and reminded him, "I thought this was going to be a little game. Professor of economics, right?"

Uncle Ma, who was carefully spreading the lips of her v.a.g.i.n.a to make room for his tongue, didn't hear a word she said. It wasn't until she tapped him on the shoulder a second time that he paid attention to her. "Is that all you're going to do? I find it very boring. It would be much more interesting if my mouth had something to play with. I like to suck!"

Uncle Ma said, "Sorry!" Sitting up, he reached down towards his fly.

"No!" said Jackie. "Let me take it out for you!"

"d.a.m.n low cla.s.s, stupid, Cantonese girls in the Hilton," thought Uncle Ma. "They deserve the Kee boys!" He placed his hand gently on the blonde head and directed it towards his crotch. His free hand reached under her sweater to touch the flesh of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s which were unenc.u.mbered by a bra.

"No!" said Jackie. "Let me do you a little first." She slid out of his grasp to fit herself between his legs on her knees and she carefully undid his trouser b.u.t.tons. "You'll have to excuse me, but since I became s.e.xually active, I've fantasized about just getting down on my knees and sucking c.o.c.k. Most of you Oriental guys want to lick me and press your tongue into my blonde p.u.s.s.y. I never get off on that alone."

Her mouth was wet, almost too wet for a professional wh.o.r.e. She was truly hot! When her tongue first touched his Joy Stick and then began to explore his Golden Orbs, Uncle Ma had to fight to keep from discharging prematurely. The fact that the American girl who was performing so proficiently before him was actually enjoying what she was doing, enjoying it immensely, made him harder than he had been in years. Although it was obvious that she was not a virgin, he rose to a height of pleasure that even exceeded his deflowering of Kee Djung Pau's gift. Finally, he lost all control and exploded, his Joy Stick so far down her throat that his come had a direct path to her upper esophagus. She withdrew her head to catch the second burst in her mouth, allowing her taste buds to enjoy his manly love juice.

Pleased to find that he was still erect, he took her by the waist and urged her back up onto the seat of the T-Bird, panting, "I'm going to f.u.c.k you, really f.u.c.k you!"

"I hope so!" gasped the stocky young blonde as Uncle Ma fought to arrange her b.u.t.tocks, thighs, and legs in the confined s.p.a.ce so he could make entrance to her Mystic Place. Proceeding awkwardly in a jumble of contorted flesh and sinew, his hand finally found the object he now desired. The girl moaned, and Uncle Ma's Joy Stick bounced up and down in total delight. She was rich with fluid, overlubricated, and the lips of her v.a.g.i.n.a were spread in antic.i.p.ation.

He placed the head of his manhood at the very opening of her gateway to p.u.s.s.y paradise and began to slowly slip his male machine into her awaiting opening. She groaned "Oh, yes!" as Uncle Ma moved himself in deeper, and the two began to move in perfect harmony. Uncle Ma's groin was pressed against her c.l.i.t, rubbing the tiny love bud with each movement, and his ample d.i.c.k was filling her twitching hole in a heavenly way. The two f.u.c.ked like longtime lovers, not like first-time-together hooker and john.

Uncle Ma's Golden Orbs were boiling and the American girl's c.u.n.t was overheating as the two individuals became one ma.s.s of gyrating, rubbing, juicy organs. Uncle Ma's animal l.u.s.t and male energy took over though, and suddenly it was Year of the Ram in the back seat of the car.

Unmindful of his slightly distorted position in the back seat of the cla.s.sic car, Ma drove himself into her, hardening further as he got deeper, as if his Joy Stick was thrust into a heavenly, formfitting oven. The automobile shook up and down, and there was a distinct thud every time his bare b.u.t.tocks crashed against the back of the driver's seat. Jackie screamed, "f.u.c.k me! f.u.c.k me!" over and over again.

It took Uncle Ma much longer to come this time, and in a moment of lucidity he was glad, because he was past the age of rapid fire erections and e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns. When, finally, she began to moan, "G.o.d! I love it, G.o.d!" and the lips of her Mystic Place clasped down on the length of his Joy Stick, another full load burst free from his Golden Orbs. They moaned in syncopation for a full quarter of an hour, their sensual gasps coordinated, before the dawn of reality settled over them. A great spasm of pain traveled up Uncle Ma's left leg to his inner thigh, and Jackie moaned, "My back is killing me!"

Uncle Ma relieved her of his weight and sidled out of the car. As soon as his foot touched the gravel of the car park, he had to grasp the door of the Ford to keep from collapsing in pain. He shook his leg until some semblance of circulation returned, and then pulled up his undershorts and pants, unaware that he was being observed from a flat high above by a keeneyed servant who was more amused than shocked. Jackie wiped herself thoroughly with a tissue she procured from her bag, and then pulled her miniskirt down over her bare thighs, sitting primly against the far door. When Uncle Ma recovered enough to join her, she said, "That's six thousand dollars. I'd prefer U.S. currency if you have any."

Uncle Ma, more than just pleased, reached into his pocket and quickly counted out the money in one hundred dollar bills. After counting it, she said, "Hey you're a real nice guy." Resting her head on his shoulder she whispered, "Too bad!"

"Too bad?" asked Uncle Ma.

"We never got to play professor and student! What the h.e.l.l is economics anyway? The stupid college my parents picked out for me makes you take Intro to Economics in your first year."

"I think you've had a good introduction to economics already. When your return to you own country, you can open your own business like Lillian."

"This is just a hobby. I'm only going to f.u.c.k for fun when I get home."

"Why don't you f.u.c.k for fun right now," offered Uncle Ma. "Turn over and let me take your rear gate."

Jackie was glad to do it, and Uncle Ma immediately buried his face in her a.s.shole when she turned her rear up to him; he feverishly tongued her tight hole as she pressed her hips into his ever-licking face. To balance out the pa.s.sion play, his hand crawled between her legs, past her wet Mystic Place, up to her c.l.i.toris, then vigorously manipulated the little c.l.i.t bud as he licked her a.s.shole clean. He pulled the tight, puckered opening apart and pressed a finger in far as it would go. It slid in on a swish of wetness, and Uncle Ma found his finger buried up the the knuckle.

Jackie moaned, and he knew it was time to give her the real thing, just for fun. So he straddled her and placed the head of his c.o.c.k at her backdoor gate and pressed it in, slowly at first, then faster, until it was past the sphincter. Then came the rest of the rod, deeper, fatter, more intense. Jackie tried to fight at first, to shut down the muscles and clench so tight he'd have to leave. But he pressed onward and rubbed her c.l.i.t so hard that the pleasure took her mind off the discomfort and loosened her up all around. Suddenly, her plugged-up b.u.t.t felt like a heavenly body part.

Soon Ma was riding her, plunging into the backdoor ca.n.a.l and out again, in and out, all the time ma.s.saging her love bud and bringing her close to coming. His d.i.c.k was so hard he thought it would just explode and it only took one more squeeze of the sphincter muscle to bring forth his creamy dew. Jackie, too, was on the verge of coming, so Uncle Ma rubbed her c.l.i.t wildly to bring down her own dew of love. His p.e.n.i.s exploded fully into her r.e.c.t.u.m, and it took a while for her o.r.g.a.s.m to follow--but when it did, it nearly blew her mind because it was, as she put it, "So good to have my a.s.shole filled with a c.o.c.k while a hand rubbed my c.l.i.t."

When it was over, Ma asked if it was fun. "Oh yeah, it was just for fun!"

They held each other tenderly for the next few minutes, as if they were real lovers. Uncle Ma remarked, "The view of Victoria from up here is one of the finest in the world," and then, "You know, I've never done it in a car before."

"Same here," said Jackie.

"You must have. In the States? With your boyfriend!"

The blonde laughed, "I was a little girl when we moved here. I didn't start doing it until Lillian told me how much money there was in it." Their conversation was interrupted by the hooked-nose Canadian. He rapped on the window and, when he ascertained that they were finished, opened the car door.

"Boy!" he said, "You both need showers. It smells like a wh.o.r.ehouse. I'm putting the top down to air it out!"

Later, as he drove them back down towards Central, he remarked pointedly, "I just got a b.l.o.w.j.o.b in a barber shop. It was less than ten bucks, U.S."

"It's not the same," yawned Uncle Ma.

"Bulls.h.i.t!" replied the Canadian.

Uncle Ma's return to the embrace of his relatives, the Hong Kong branch of the Kee family, was not as fulfilling. On the evening that followed, Cousin Kee Chin-Fui and his two obnoxious sons escorted him to Kowloon in the rented Rolls Royce, which pulled up in front of a large building on Deveraux Road. Kee Chin-Fui hissed, "This the place. The Crystal Palace Restaurant. We rent best ballroom on top floor for you. Special banquet! You big man!"