Beijing Cherry (Chapter 1) - Sex Stories

Beijing Cherry (Chapter 1)

... a job, willing to dance – and almost certainly more – for his approval? Then again, most Lu’an girls don’t possess the kind of curves that my friend does. Dan’s hands trace her shape back down to her sides and her fingers slowly wrap around the hem of her tight dress, which covers her behind by two or three inches at the most. Her eyes are still closed. I have no idea where her mind is or what she’s thinking of. The music, the smoke, the heat – they’ve swept her to another place entirely and left behind a mere shell of raw sexuality. The girl in the song lets out a yelp. In response Dan begins to raise her dress. The cotton creeps up inch by inch until the pink and black striped boy shorts that cling to her sweaty cheeks are fully exposed. She continues to raise the material, slowly and delicately, until the dark skin of her toned stomach is also on show. Yan leans forward. His mouth opens and the dead cigarette falls out, bouncing a few times on the table-top before rolling onto the cold concrete floor. His eyeballs are about to burst out of their sockets, or so it seems. “Stop!” I screech, ...

... shooting out of my chair like a missile. Dan opens her eyes and immediately lets go of her dress, which tumbles back over her stomach. At the back it sticks to her damp skin, forcing her to pull it down manually. She’s breathing heavily, like the girl in the song, but she’s no longer in a trance. Her eyes blink through the veil of smoke and heat, and she’s back in the room. I take a step forward and seize her hand. Yan stands up and turns off the music. I’m expecting him to fly into a rage or possibly launch a physical assault, so it comes as a huge shock – and relief – when he sits back down and lights the final cigarette in the pack. “Nice work, Dan,” he says, treating her to the same sleazy wink that I got just a few minutes ago. “But you’re going to have to go further if you want to impress our regulars.” He tries to blow a ring of smoke, but fails miserably. “Come back tonight, around 8pm, if you think you’re up to it.” His focus shifts to me all of a sudden. “And you’re just as welcome.” “Never!” I squeal. I hear Yan laughing to himself as I yank Dan’s hand and march out of his debauched office.