Shanghai Shanghai

Shanghai Shanghai

By OblongMilk

© 2005

Part 1:

A Goddess was coming. She strutted down my side of the congested Shanghai sidewalk. I never expected to see a Chinese woman like this in the business quarter. Her dress was a bright, gleaming, crimson green; it matched her PVC platform heels. A black corset cinched her waist. Her glowing skin bordered on wetness. Bouncing blond hair topped her head above dark penetrating eyes. My own eyes bobbed with the bounce of her breasts. The breasts were caged roughly inside her tight dress, but still they struggled to escape out the top. I stared. My frozen stance was finally broken by a hard slap across my face. My cheek burned with hot fire; delivered to me by this smoking goddess. She spoke rapid fire Cantonese. Another slap from her hand delivered my backside onto the pavement. I understood nothing as these two women bent over and berated my very existence.

The second woman was shorter with deep black hair. Her thin body was clothed in a short black skirt, a thin black tank top and a pair of black spike heels. I held up my hands. “Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry for staring like that! I just couldn't help myself! I'm sorry!” I felt that my pleading was useless; people speak Cantonese here. The two women turned to each other and debated the situation. The woman in black spoke in softer tones. At the completion of their incomprehensible debate she lowered her head and nodded. The blond, green, slap happy woman gestured for me to get up. I was still kneeling on the pavement in front of them. Getting to my feet I repeated my apologies. She took one step forward and kneed me directly in the balls. My blurry eyed vision was just enough to see them walking away, linked arm in arm.

Later, after a nice cold shower, I sat in my hotel room sipping a martini from room service. Being careful in backward countries is one thing; I never expected this in downtown Shanghai . Closing that deal yesterday was a must; I surely would have fucked it up today. I pictured myself on the pavement with those two gorgeous women strutting away. I was staring like an asshole. I wondered if the punishment fit the crime. Picturing that event caused my cock to begin throbbing in my pants again. I needed another cold shower.

In the evening I was in the hotel bar. I had an early flight and I wanted to soak up some more of the Shanghai atmosphere. My ears heard two pairs of high heels. Swiveling quickly on my bar stool I saw the backs of two incredibly sexy Chinese women. Or what I thought were Chinese, one turned out to be Korean. I had no idea women in Shanghai dressed like this. Shanghai was progressing quickly and I liked it.

The taller curvier one wore purple knee high boots which had a five inch spike heel. Black lace short shorts and bra with a pink corset over top completed her outfit. Her hair shined bright blond. The sway of her incredible ass mesmerized me. Beside her was a thin, tight-bodied, black haired woman. She wore an extremely short red plaid skirt, a tiny black PVC halter top and thigh high black patent leather boots. I slipped off my stool and moved to peak around the corner. It was her. My cock sprung into life. The tall goddess stiffened. She looked to her left, then spun her head around to the right and looked directly into my eyes. I looked like a complete pervert.

The goddess turned and spoke to her friend who in turn looked my way. I stood frozen. They conversed again and then rotated to look me up and down. After coming to some kind of agreement they headed straight for me. My pounding chest completely flipped out. A very big part of me was screaming, “Flee! Flee! Flee!” I couldn't move. They drew closer as they considered me with calm composed faces. I managed a silly grin.

“Hi,” the goddess said in perfect American accented English.

“Hi,” I said.

“Are you American to?” she asked. She smiled broadly while the other woman remained cold.

“Err, no. I'm Canadian.”

“What's the matter? You look like you have seen a ghost.” She laughed and smiled like we had known each other for years.

“Err, yea, it's just I didn't think you spoke English, the other day, when I.”

“Oh just forget about that. You didn't hurt my knee at all,” the goddess replied pleasantly without a hint of humor. Her friend finally lost the cold hard look on her face and smiled. “Oh! You're having a drink in the bar right? Can we join you?”

“Oh yea, of course, yea,” I blurted out in total surprise. Ushering them to a table I regained my composure. My cock still throbbed in my pants and was surely seen by both women. Although I am sure this is a regular occurrence wherever these two go. I had the night free and I was sitting with two extremely sexy women. There was a deal to be made. I know deals.

The next half hour went like clock work. Every joke, suggestion, image, and idea provoked beautifully exciting responses in both of them. As time went on I was sure of success. There was only one critical obstacle it seemed; how to separate one off? Do I dare to dream and go for platinum? “…Do you girls do a lot together?”

“We do everything together,” replied the goddess looking seductively into my eyes. I looked over at Vikki and she smiled warmly back.

Cha-ching! Forget gold, I've struck platinum! “So who is on the highest floor?” I asked.

“We are on seventeen,” replied Chang the goddess.

“I got you both beat then, I'm on thirty two. The view is incredibly from the balcony. You can see the whole city from there. All the new buildings, all the new construction, everything. You can just imagine all the hard work, sweat and tears that went into the city. It's really exhilarating to just stand there and look at it all.”

“We want to see it,” replied Chang still looking deep into my eyes. I led them comfortably up to my room while stealing glances at their bodies. Being so intent on maintaining eye contact, I hadn't even realized that Chang's top was transparent. Her magnificent breasts were practically on full display. I fumbled with my room card and escorted them in with a broad sincere grin. “Oh what a nice room you have. It's just perfect.”

Her eyes said lust and her body shouted sex-machine. Chang brushed her cheek against mine. Breathing in my face, rubbing my nose, she pressed tightly to me. Chang licked her lips, closed her eyes, and leaned in towards me. I gripped her shoulders, puckered my lips, and closed my eyes.

The darkness of my eyelids exploded in bright ringing stars. I collapsed to the floor in a desperate gasp. The pain between my legs paralyzed me. They pounced on me. “Here's one. Get ready with it,” said Chang behind me. Chang pulled my arms together behind my back and I heard a quick zipping sound as a plastic tie was clasped tight around my wrists. They moved quickly and expertly to my legs. My ankles were bound before I could take another recovering breath. A full body weight crushed into the middle of my back and sat there. “O.K., I have him. Go get the stuff,” Chang ordered.

“Yes Mistress,” replied Vikki. The door slammed and she was gone. I was Mistress Chang's seat cushion. Still suffering, I licked my lips and took a breath to speak.

“Shut up. If you know what's good for you,” she interrupted.

Chang lifted herself off me to let in Vikki when she returned. Vikki pulled a very large suitcase past my head and opened it up near the sliding door of the balcony.

Mistress Chang began gathering items out of it. “Let's get him secured.”

“Yes Mistress,” replied Vikki. Cuffs were attached to my ankles. I felt and smelled leather. Vikki collected more items from the suitcase then secured a large leather dog collar around my neck. Vikki yanked on a heavy metal chain which now served as my leash. My leash was rapped around the nearest leg of the desk. Glancing down at me coldly she then straddled the back of my head and sat down heavily. “Ready Mistress,” she said. She crushed my face into the carpet.

Mistress Chang went to work: unbuckled my belt, pulled down my pants, pulled down my boxer shorts, cut the plastic tie, pulled the whole works off and locked my ankles together with the leather cuffs.

Chang slapped my naked butt hard, “Good boy.” The same process was followed with my suit jacket and shirt. I was completely naked, unwilling and immobile.