ASL2: Chapter 21 "Hong Kong"

-- CHAPTER 21: Hong Kong --

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-- MONDAY, NOVEMBER 24, 2008 --

“YES! YES! UGH! UGH! UGH!”

June’s skinny legs rose up vertically in the air and bent just enough to hook over my shoulders as I pummeled my project partner beneath my heaving body. She was in a piledriver position, the back of her head mashed into a pillow and her shoulders were pinned to the floor, as I repeatedly drilled my diamond-hard dick deep into the depths of her dark anal duct.

<BAM-BAM-BAM> I rammed her body over and again.

“UGH! UGH! UGH!”

<BAM-BAM-BAM>

“UGH! UGH! UGH!”

Today had definitely been a good day.

Even with a non-stop flight, departing mid-day Saturday from San Francisco had gotten us to Hong Kong late Sunday night. June, Dalton, Penny, and I had woken up very early this morning due to jet lag. We went over the details of our presentation, made sure we dotted our I’s and crossed our T’s, that sort of thing. And then we took the elevators to the Boardroom level of our hotel, the Four Seasons Hong Kong, to meet up with our clients.

I won’t bore the gentle reader with the details of our meetings full of technical jargon, charts, graphs, explanations of our calculation methods, and really big spreadsheets. A good chunk of the data analysis we had already shared with them, so this was more summary than anything. Bottom line, we got the job done and everyone seemed happy. Everything was on track. Day One was going over the numbers. For Day Two, executives from both JKE and 4D would join us to sign the contracts, and we’d all walk away so much the wealthier for it.

Afterwards, Dalton and Penny wanted to celebrate. June and I wanted to SLEEP. It felt like we’d been running on less than four hours rest a night for the past week, and the jet lag didn’t help any. So June and I took the elevator up to the 45th-floor Executive Club level, took separate showers, and went to bed in our own rooms. I think I was asleep before my head even hit the pillow.

Hours later, something tickled my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

“Mmph!” somebody squeaked, promptly choked, and pulled away to start coughing.

The sound of a girl’s anguish woke me up FAST, and I sat up to find out what had just happened. June was bent over, eyes bugged out and her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she pounded her chest and coughed violently to clear her throat.

“Shit, June! I’m sorry!” I gasped.

She held a hand up to me, palm out, while she dry-retched before coughing exactly twice more. After that, she started to catch her breath and begin gasping for air. A few seconds later, she managed to burble, “Adrienne warned me to watch for the recoil. But there’s nothing like firsthand experience.”

“I’m sorry,” I repeated.

“Not your fault.” She coughed again, her tongue lolling out, but finally swallowed thickly and gasped before beginning to breathe normally. Once she calmed down a bit, she gestured, “Lie back down.”

“You don’t have to.”

June glared at me. “Shut the fuck up and lie back down, Ben. After months of nonstop work and constantly having 4D on the brain, I’m in no mood for you to be uncooperative right now.”

I snorted and lay back down. And from there, June proceeded to give me a very pleasant blowjob.

She surprised me. I’ve said before that while June swallowed my loads quite often to avoid having to walk around the office with soggy panties, she very rarely ever gave me a blowjob for the sake of giving me a blowjob. Warm me up with her mouth for a minute to get me rock hard in a hurry so I could fuck her over the conference table? Sure. But a casual blowjob, start to finish, with zero interest in getting an orgasm of her own?

I genuinely couldn’t recall the last time she’d done so, if ever. I supposed this must be the first.

So yeah, June rather languidly made love to my prick with her hands and mouth. She wasn’t the most accomplished fellatrix. She had never dedicated the kind of time and effort to really hone her craft, you know what I mean? She knew the basics, and had even spent some time having Kim teach her the finer points of giving head to me. So now that I think about it, yeah, there were probably at least a few times June had blown me from start to finish, but those had been educational sessions devoid of the kind of selfless intimacy June was showing me tonight.

I offered to have her climb aboard twice. I asked her if she wanted me to put it in her ass. All three times she wordlessly rebuffed me. Only then did I recognize her intentions, and I relaxed to enjoy the way my lovely little project partner did her best to make love to me with her mouth, although I did compliment her on her improving technique, how great she was making me feel, and how cute and sexy she looked with her mouth wrapped around my meat.

“Okay, okay, you can stop with the forced compliments,” she muttered after pulling off.

“Not forcing it. I meant every word.”

“I’m not that sexy,” she pouted.

“You are really, really sexy to me. I mean it.”

“Okay, okay, you can stop blowing sunshine up my ass.”

“Would you rather have me blowing something else up your ass?”

June giggled. “Maybe later. But seriously, shut up and lemme do this without the commentary. You’re making me feel self-conscious.”

I shut up and let her do her thing, although whenever she did something really right, I was happy to show her my appreciation nonverbally in the way I caressed her head or groaned my satisfaction.

June pumped my rod experimentally with her right hand. She tried using both hands as well, twisting them in opposite directions. She teased my mushroom cap with her tongue and took long licks along the underside of my shaft. She rolled my testicles around in her fingers and even tried jacking me while sucking on my balls.

My climb to an orgasmic peak was not a steady incline. It came in fits and starts, like a trail tracker recording elevation along a ridgeline hike. She did eventually get me to the peak, and I cradled her head in both hands as I groaned and emptied my seed into her sucking mouth. And when she was done, she crawled up alongside me and sighed in contentment as she pillowed her head on my chest.

The room’s lamps were all off, but illumination from the urban jungle outside poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows and chased away the darkness. June and I lay together like that for a long while, in no hurry to get up. And for a moment, I thought she might have dozed off in my arms.

Heck, I might’ve dozed off as well.

But my stomach rumbled, causing her to giggle. When I glanced at the clock on the nightstand, I found that it was after 9pm, and neither of us had eaten dinner. We finally got up and got dressed. As someone who shunned makeup in general, June was ready to go as soon as I was, and we headed out to the city in search of food.

She’d done some research ahead of time and knew exactly where to go. Fluent in both Cantonese and Mandarin, June was my guide and I trusted her to take care of me. We wound up at a famous Night Market, and in addition to picking up street food along the way, I enjoyed the colorful stalls and the hustle and bustle of a vibrant city. It was certainly a different ambiance from a lazy suburban Berkeley evening.

We got back to the Four Seasons a little after 11pm, which was 7am in Berkeley. We called Kim and BJ to have a quick chat, and I also texted with Dawn, Adrienne, and Sasha. Had Adrienne still been in California I probably wouldn’t have sent her a text and just let her sleep in, but she was on Australia’s Gold Coast right now and it was about 2am for her.

The world-famous supermodel texted back to both me and Sasha on our group chat, answering: Wish you were both here.

Five seconds later, another message came in, this time a photograph. I opened it and started laughing at the sight of a pretty pink pussy leading up to a tiny waist, flat abs, and small A-cup breasts. Suckling on a fat nipple and smiling for the camera while flashing double “peace” signs with her hands was a familiar face: a beautiful young model with mixed Asian and Scandinavian heritage.

Adrienne’s next text read: M&M say hi.

I fondly reminisced about hooking up with M&M back in New York, but at the same time I was a bit surprised. Hadn’t Adrienne turned down a threesome with Dawn and Summer saying she didn’t want to have a lesbian hookup without Sasha? Perhaps the rules were different now that she was on a modeling shoot in Australia.

“Quick, take a photo of me,” June said with a laugh when I showed it to her, and she started taking her clothes off.

I arched an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

June grinned and nodded. “I’m serious! You remember New York? There’s something so… invigorating… about traveling far from home where nobody knows who you are and you probably won’t ever see them again. I don’t have to be… me… for a few days, you know?”

I arched an eyebrow. “Be that as it may, a photograph lasts forever and could potentially follow you around. Or a video. Don’t forget there’s a sex tape of me still floating around the internet.”

June giggled. “So don’t put my face in the frame. Oh darn, I wanted to send a blowjob pic. Well, just get the top of my head for that one so you can’t see my face. Actually, hurry up and get your pants off.”

“What?”

June was already suiting action to her words, fiddling with my pants and yanking them down. While I’d gotten semi-hard at the sight of Milena’s pink pussy and Maile’s smiling face around a mouthful of A-cup titty, I wasn’t fully erect yet. June took advantage of this fact by slurping my entire penis into her mouth and sealing her lips around the very base of my prick. I groaned and started thickening immediately. But June rolled her eyes up and glared at me to hurry up, and I quickly pulled my phone into position, waited for her to look down so that all the camera could really see was the top of her head and the way her lips were extended to complete the deep-throat, and I snapped off a couple of pics. And after a moment to clean up one of the photos, I sent it off to both Adrienne and Sasha.

A bit of a cheat? Sure. Sasha still seemed impressed and wrote back: Didn’t know she could do that!

Adrienne texted a laughing emoji and asked: Are we sure that’s June?

When I showed June the screen, I could actually see the competitive fire in her eyes. By now I was at full hardness, and with narrowed eyes she informed tersely, “Keep your phone ready.”

She couldn’t quite do it. Even holding my ass and tugging hard, she couldn’t quite manage to sink her face all the way down. She kept trying, and she kept choking. And when the tears started falling down her cheeks, I decided to call the whole thing off. I started to tell June a photo wasn’t worth it, but she wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“Hang on a sec.” Getting off the bed, June quickly and efficiently stripped off her clothing before crawling back into my lap. She was pretty wet, and entry wasn’t difficult for her to sink her pussy all the way down on me. But she only gyrated herself around my fuckstick for a minute before pulling off and stepping back down to the floor. “Just getting you lubed up. Now sit at the edge of the bed.”

I chuckled and shook my head. “I don’t think lubrication was the problem.”

“Can’t hurt. Improves the taste. Now get your phone ready.” And then she actually winked at me.

I sat on the edge of the bed as ordered and spread my legs apart. June promptly sank to her knees, grabbed my hips, and impaled her face on my dick…

… and miracle of miracles, she managed to get herself all the way down.

I was so surprised I almost forgot to take any photos, but I snapped off about ten of them before she pulled off and started coughing. She hadn’t even gotten her breath back before she snatched the phone out of my hands and started scrolling through the pics. I had been trying to keep her face hidden while still proving her lips were all the way down, but in the end, June selected a photo of her staring up at me with triumphant eyes, hit the magic wand to clean it up just a little, and then sent that particular photo off.

Sasha replied with applause and celebration emojis.

Adrienne replied with a mind-blown emoji and a pair of red lips.

Five minutes later, June texted the girls a photo of my dick balls-deep inside her neatly-trimmed pussy, writing: Jealous?

Sasha replied: Keep the photos coming.

Adrienne replied: Enjoy him while you can. We get him back Thursday.

Sasha wrote: I’m gonna go visit the Tri-Delts tonight and send you a bunch of pics.

Adrienne then sent a photo of Milena’s smiling face with her tongue in Adrienne’s twat.

June had me send a photo of my dick balls-deep up her ass.

Adrienne then sent a photo of herself wearing a Ben Junior strap-on with the business end of it balls-deep up Maile’s ass.

Sasha wrote: Fuck, I may blow off work and go visit the Tri-Delts RIGHT NOW.

And that’s when June came up with the piledriver. She planted a pillow on the floor at the base of the bed while I sat up on the edge of the mattress looking down at her. She curled herself up like an armadillo, had me sink myself all the way in, and then she flashed double “peace” signs while sticking her tongue out and rolling her eyes up into her head, a perfect ahegao expression.

After I sent that photo, Adrienne replied back: Game over. You guys win. You HAVE to do that to me in Bora Bora, Tiger.

Sasha was quick to add: ME TOO!!!

I finally wrote back: Good night ladies. See you in a few days. And then I tossed my phone aside.

And then I REALLY started jackhammering the hell out of June.

“YES! YES! UGH! UGH! UGH!”

June’s skinny legs rose up vertically in the air and bent just enough to hook over my shoulders as I pummeled my project partner beneath my heaving body. She was still in a piledriver position, the back of her head mashed into a pillow and her shoulders pinned to the floor, as I repeatedly drilled my diamond-hard dick deep into the depths of her dark anal duct.

<BAM-BAM-BAM> I rammed her body over and again.

“UGH! UGH! UGH!”

<BAM-BAM-BAM>

“UGH! UGH! UGH!”

Today had definitely been a good day.

After a few minutes, June’s face made the ahegao for real as she screamed her satisfaction while I stared down at her. It was quite a power trip to see the normally impassive department store mannequin face turn into such an expression of delirious ecstasy as I rapidly raided her rectum. Her legs fell off my chest and her knees dropped down just above her face while she squealed and moaned like a stuck pig. But there was only so long I could keep up the pace, and after that, I had to pull out and catch my breath.

June wheezed and groaned but didn’t move from her position. I held her hips to keep her from falling over as I turned myself around to face the bed instead of away from it. Crouching down, I reinserted my dick into her lewdly-stretched sphincter, the cockhead passing with ease through her gaping-open anus. Her lower back was supported by the side of the mattress, and I was also able to bend forward and brace my palms atop the bed as I resumed sawing my big dick in and out of her backdoor chute, the position change allowing me to use my ab muscles more instead of depending only on my glutes and quads.

<BAM-BAM-BAM>

“UGH! UGH! UGH!”

<BAM-BAM-BAM>

“UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!!!”

June groaned gutturally as a second climax tore through her pinned-down and helpless body. She was a limp and yet tight receptacle to be reamed out and ravaged beneath me. Now feeling free to seek my own release, I closed my eyes and really pulverized her poor posterior by almost painfully pounding my powerful prick through her petite pucker. And when I felt my balls come to a boil, I pulled out, aimed my prick at her helpless body, and started hosing her down with what felt like a gallon of creamy cum.

“FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!” I roared in victorious conquest as I marked my territory, splashing sperm all over her reddened buttcheeks, curled-up belly, upright tits, and even her dazed and delirious face.

“FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!”

“FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!”

And that was just Round 1.

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-- TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 25, 2008 --

I won’t bore the gentle reader with the details of our second day of meetings either. Let’s face it: this is a sex story, not a white paper on the financial intricacies of Mergers and Acquisitions. Suffice to say that executives from both JKE and 4D joined us to sign the various contracts, enter the wire transfer orders necessary to put appropriate funds into escrow, and start the process of our rather hostile takeovers of 1D, 2D, and 3D, soon to find themselves mere divisions of the larger 4D corporate conglomerate.

With the contracts now signed, we figured to close within forty-five days. A typical acquisition of this type took six months to plan, analyze, and execute. When this one closed, our team would have completed the project in less than four. It was quite an accomplishment, but it had also been exhausting. I, for one, was looking forward to a few weeks taking it easy. June and I would still have to check into the office periodically, but it was common after a big deal like this to let the staff involved have some leisure time “off the books”. And then around mid-January, we could expect to get some sizable bumps in our bank accounts.

All parties involved got together at Caprice, the hotel’s luxurious three Michelin-starred restaurant. We then moved to the bar for a few after-dinner cocktails. June said very little during this time, hiding in my shadow for the most part and drinking a Sprite without alcohol. But once the 4D folks took their leave of us and it was just the JKE folks around, she started to loosen up, even ordering her first drink. After that, the JKE executives also decided to call it a night, leaving us “youngsters” to enjoy ourselves.

Dalton and Penny wanted to celebrate. Yesterday, we’d deferred. Today, June and I agreed. But Penny surprised us when she leaned forward and suggested, “What do you guys think about hitting up a strip club?”

I glanced at Dalton to gauge his reaction. His lack thereof suggested to me that Penny’s suggestion was not a surprise to him. Heck, he might’ve put her up to making the suggestion in the first place. I then glanced over at June, who blushed but stared back at me with obvious interest.

“What do you think?” I asked my project partner, although I sensed I already knew her answer.

“We’re on vacation now, aren’t we?” she replied with a smile.

Dalton chuckled and shook his head. And with a warm smile, he remarked appreciatively, “June… You never cease to amaze me.”

I’ve said before that Dalton was a handsome man, like Brad Pitt’s equally attractive younger brother. He also apparently had George Clooney’s charm oozing out of his ears, because I could visibly see June flush beneath his piercing gaze. For a split-second I felt a brief pang of jealousy. But much like the way I’d felt upon discovering Emma’s interest in her new boyfriend Marcus, I was able to easily remind myself that June was a baby bird who would eventually need to leave the nest. She didn’t belong to me, and never had. Despite whatever preconceived notions I might’ve had of the guy given his privileged upbringing and obvious sex appeal, he’d been an upstanding guy the entire time I’d known him.

At least he’s not hitting on Dawn.

Shut up, you.

Technically, he wasn’t hitting on June, either. All he’d done was pay her a well-deserved compliment.

So far.

Whatever. And is Penny giving me the once over?

When I glanced over, I found that yes, the gorgeous blue-eyed redhead was giving me quite the once over even as she lay her hand on Dalton’s thigh. I found my heart speeding up as I realized all four of us were young, unattached, hard-working professionals riding the adrenaline rush of a successful deal worth hundreds of millions of dollars, in a vibrant city known for its nightlife halfway around the globe from the mundane parts of our lives.

I couldn’t know for sure what this night might still bring, but I had a pretty good idea. And with that in mind, I smiled, nodded my head, and replied with a smile, “Let’s go.”

As it turned out though, my idea was wrong.

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I’d been to two different strip clubs in my life: Bliss for Daniel’s bachelor party before his aborted wedding to Elaine, and Nocturne a couple of times with first the Stanford crew and then the Tri-Delt West girls. Bliss had been the kind of strip club you see in the movies: catwalk, stripper poles, dim lighting, and wolf-whistling guys with beer bellies. Nocturne had been more cabaret: a fancy restaurant with a single large stage for entertainment.

The place Dalton took us to was much more like Bliss than Nocturne. I have no idea what the club’s name was. Above the door were Chinese characters I couldn’t read, although the words “Gentleman’s Club” were in English immediately below. The lighting was NOT what I would call “dark”, full of garish neon colors. Huge mirrors were everywhere, reflecting the light and making the main room seem larger than it really was. Space was at a premium in Hong Kong, but on a Tuesday the club wasn’t crowded. We took a semi-circular booth with a good view of the main stage and enough room between us and the table itself for the various performers to squeeze in-between, with Dalton on one end, Penny next to him, then me, and finally June on the other end. We got ourselves settled, ordered a view drinks, and sat back to take in the atmosphere.

I distinctly recalled my feeling of unease that one and only time I had visited Bliss for Daniel’s bachelor party. Then, I had mistrusted every scantily-clad girl who came by asking if I was interested in a lap dance, only too aware that we were engaging in a business transaction devoid of any real emotion or authentic attraction. I had remained aloof from the situation and turned down every offer, unwilling to waste money on a clinical bump-and-grind from a total stranger when I could go home and fuck Dawn or Brooke (or both at the same time). It had taken an unexpectedly novel approach from “Destiny” just to get me to agree to a lapdance.

That wasn’t the case tonight. Yes, I was in a room full of scantily-clad strangers willing to do almost anything to part me from my money. From what I understood, anything and everything was on the menu as outright prostitution was not uncommon in a place like this. No, I wasn’t about to actually take one of the plastic-surgery-enhanced strippers/prostitutes into a back room and have my way with her. But at the same time, I was much more willing to sit back, relax, and simply… enjoy myself.

It helped that June vibrated with a naïve sexual energy right next to me. It was clearly HER first time in a strip club, and her excitement was palpable. Her fluent Cantonese made her an instant hit with the dancers, as was her obvious enthusiasm for getting lapdances. I gathered that Chinese women were NOT frequent clientele in a place like this, so she was a novelty in and of itself. And more than a few of the dancers stuck around to chat with June far longer than I would have ordinarily expected.

Not that June was ONLY having conversations. She’d never gotten a lapdance before in her life, but she sure made up for lost time. Money wasn’t a concern, not while riding the high of closing 4D. The first three girls to come up to our table and ask if anyone was interested in a dance soon found themselves straddling June’s skinny lap, gyrating and undulating while slowly peeling their tops off and thrusting their breasts into her wide-eyed face. She probably would’ve gotten the fourth dancer too, but Dalton saw the blonde with the big tits and got to her first. In all fairness, the busty blonde had gone straight for Dalton as well.

Speaking of busty blondes… and brunettes… and redheads… and black girls and Latina girls and everything in-between, there was a pretty wide variety of ethnicities amongst the dancers. Asians dominated, of course, with a good chunk of them Southeast Asian from what I could tell. But pretty much all of them spoke passable English and we never really needed to use June as a translator. Good thing too, since her attention was almost always focused on whichever pretty young thing happened to be in her lap.

I got several lapdances myself, enjoying the simple pleasure of exploring the nubile body of a young woman I’d never met before. I knew it was a business transaction, but I was at peace with that knowledge. So long as both parties knew the stakes and understood that these interactions were as disposable as a handful of M&Ms (the chocolate candy), I didn’t see any reason to get into moral outrage about it.

After the first half-hour, though, June started to taper off, the immediate novelty of the situation subsiding. The four of us then spent the next half-hour watching the main stage, enjoying our cocktails, and engaging in conversation. The music wasn’t so loud as to drown out our ability to hear each other so long as we spoke at high enough volume, and none of us got dragged off to a private room in the back, although we each did still enjoy an occasional lapdance along the way, even Penny.

Speaking of Penny, she certainly had the fewest lapdances of the four of us. She’d told us it wasn’t her first time in a strip club, so she wasn’t skittish or anything, but nor was she particularly interested in the form of entertainment. She still had… three? I think?… over the course of the entire evening. One of the dances was really just because Dalton wanted to have all four of us getting a lapdance at the exact same time. That semi-circular booth got really crowded then, and the brown sugar babe grinding her crotch down on my bulge leaned back to brace her hands against the table behind her and really made her big boobies bounce.

But after that, Penny and I kind of checked out of the whole scene. After more than an hour of staring at bare breasts and getting occasional glimpses of a pink pussy or crinkled rosebud from afar, I’d become a bit numb to the nudity. June and Dalton were still going, though, and he actually got up from his end of the table and went around to sit side-by-side with June on the other end, with Penny and me shifting over to create more room. This way, the two of them could not only enjoy the girl in each of their laps, but the other girl as well.

Penny sort of lazily stared off towards the main stage, her eyes a bit unfocused.

I leaned over towards her ear and whispered, “Penny for your thoughts.”

The redhead snorted and shot me a look. “Come up with that all by yourself?”

“Sorry. Couldn’t resist. You seem like you’re not enjoying yourself anymore. Would you like me to suggest to the others that we get going?”

“Nah, it’s alright. Dalton and June are both clearly still into it.” She nodded past my ear, and I glanced back to see June staring up in with almost childlike innocence at the buxom blonde writhing above her, the same one she’d missed getting a lapdance from the first time around. A moment later, that blonde leaned forward, mashed her big breasts around June’s cheeks, and pretty much vibrated her upper body, much to June’s squealing delight. Dalton had a skinny Asian girl in his lap, but his eyes were also on the blonde’s big boobs.

“That they are,” I agreed before looking back at Penny. “It was your suggestion, though, to come to a strip club.”

Penny shrugged. “Dalton kept talking up this place. I gather he’s been here before. Figured it would make him happy.”

I raised both eyebrows, leaning in to murmur softly, “And making Dalton happy is pretty important to you, isn’t it?”

Penny shot a glance at Dalton and sighed. The ambient music was loud enough to drown out normal conversation, so there was no chance either he or June could hear us even if they didn’t both have girls gyrating in their laps.

After a moment’s thought, she finally looked back at me and sighed again. “We’re just co-workers.”

I studied her face. “I’m sorry. You seem disappointed.”

She winced. “To be fair, he was honest with me from the beginning. Coming off a major break-up. Dating the project. Pure stress-relief.”

“But you developed feelings for him?”

Penny blushed, and even in the garish neon lighting I could see her turning pink. The amount of alcohol she’d drunk by now probably had something to do with it also. “I’m being stupid.”

I shrugged. “If developing feelings for someone is being stupid, I’ve been stupid a LOT.”

Penny narrowed her eyes. “How do you handle it with June?”

I blinked. “How do you mean?”

“Developing romantic feelings for each other and yet continuing to make it work.”

I frowned. “We don’t have romantic feelings for each other.”

“You’re right. You’re stupid.”

I paused to think about it for a moment. “Some of our friends said it best: June’s like a little sister to me.”

Penny snorted. “A little sister who loves you bending her over and cramming it up her ass every day.”

I frowned. “How do you know she--?”

“She likes it up the ass?” Penny smirked. “Our offices are fairly well-soundproofed, and you two do a good job of keeping it down, which is why nobody else has figured it out yet. But I’ve pressed my ear flat to the door a few times and heard her moaning for you to sodomize her.”

“Seriously?”

Penny shrugged like it was no big deal. “The point is: You may look at her like a little sister, but she certainly doesn’t look at you like a big brother.”

“You think she’s romantic for me?”

“Visual attention-duration is not itself something-something but it’s certainly indicative,” Penny parroted.

“June’s not in love with me.”

“If you really say so. But I think you’ll admit she has feelings for you, feelings that go beyond friendship or even a work relationship. And I’m pretty sure you have strong feelings for her in return, even if perhaps not romantic love.”

I waggled my head. “Fair enough. We’re close. Very close. I do feel quite protective of her, but I’d also like to see her grow. So on a night like tonight, to see her having fun like this… I’m quite proud of her.”

“‘Proud’, he says,” Penny chortled. “Okay, Dad.”

“Big brother. Not dad.”

“You’re right. I can’t imagine my dad being proud of me for getting a lapdance from a stripper. But we’re getting off-topic.”

“Your unrequited feelings for Dalton.”

Penny pursed her lips and shook her head. “I was asking how you handle the ‘feelings’ thing with June?”

“I don’t know what to tell you. We just… we handle it. We’re on the same page. She knows how I feel about her, and I know how she feels about me.”

“No you don’t.”

I arched an eyebrow, but Penny waved me off with another sigh. She stared off at the main stage, where a Thai-looking girl with massive fake tits had just popped her bra but then immediately spun around to shake her booty at the audience. But neither of us was really paying attention. A moment later, I felt Penny’s hand sliding up my thigh. I stiffened just a little in surprise but didn’t attempt to remove her hand.

“What’s so special about you, hmm? You visit one of the most beautiful women in the world in Adrienne Dennis every few days to pork, and evidently her lesbian girlfriend as well. You’ve got this gorgeous so-called ‘best friend’ with whom you have a quasi-romantic relationship. I don’t know WHAT the story is with your baby mama. And on top of all that, you turned the coldest cold fish in history into your personal anal-loving plaything.”

“June’s not the coldest fish in history.”

“June doesn’t get along with anyone. She’s mean, and rude, and a total know-it-all.”

“Sounds like someone else I know.”

Penny pursed her lips, ignored my jibe, and kept going. “We all appreciate her intellect and insight, but nobody likes to deal with her. And yet you’ve got some kind of magic key that unlocked a completely different personality inside. I mean… look at her.” Penny gestured across the table for emphasis.

I looked, and June was honest-to-god making out with the buxom blonde right now, rules against contact be damned. The blonde was totally into it, and there certainly didn’t appear to be any burly bouncers coming to break them apart. By now, Dalton’s lapdance partner had disappeared, so all he could do was gawk open-mouthed at the wicked-hot lesbian liplock only inches in front of his face.

That’s when Penny’s hand settled over the bulge in my shorts. I turned my attention back to her and found her lips only inches in front of mine. “Tell me you aren’t curious,” she practically purred in a smoky voice.

“I’m not gonna lie,” I murmured in response, searching her bright blue eyes.

She was panting softly, pouty lips parted as she searched my eyes in return. Her fingers tightened their grip, molding around my thick erection although still on the outside of my slacks.

Shaking her head slowly, Penny repeated, “What’s so special about you? I mean, I can tell isn’t a twelve-inch dick in my hands.”

“Have you ever held a twelve-inch dick?”

“Not yet.”

“Guess that answers that about Dalton.”

Penny smirked. “I’m not a size queen. Dalton’s good at what he does, and he’s not a selfish lover, that’s for sure. But he’s made pretty clear to me that I’m only a casual fling for him. I’m not his girlfriend, shouldn’t expect him to be loyal to me or anything, and in fact, tonight…”

As Penny’s voice trailed off, her eye-line shifted from my face and then past my shoulder to the other side of the table. I turned to follow her gaze, and stiffened in surprise to see Dalton holding June’s head in his hands as they rather sloppily French-kissed each other. The buxom blonde was still straddling June’s lap, holding the backs of both of their heads and grinning all the while.

Penny’s voice was suddenly in my ear. “Tonight, it seems… Anything goes.”

****

A whirlwind of mixed emotions flowed through me just then:

A brief pang of jealousy was first, not unlike my knee-jerk reaction to first learning that Emma had serious interest in Marcus. June was my baby bird, almost as much as Emma and Eden were. And while I knew intellectually that each baby bird would eventually have to leave the nest, the selfish part of me wished I could keep them all to myself forever.

Pride was next, not unlike my pride in seeing Emma take her first steps into a real relationship with a young man I respected in Marcus, or the pride I’d felt in seeing Brooke settle into a very serious relationship with another young man I respected in Andrew. I truly did want to see June grow and seeing her step further beyond her shell here at the strip club to have fun with the strippers had put a genuine smile on my face. Likewise, she seemed to be very much enjoying this impromptu makeout session with Dalton, and I liked to think this was simply the next step in her evolution towards independence.

Lustful arousal came soon after, although not from watching June and Dalton kiss. Penny slipped her hand beneath my waistband and now encircled my rock-hard rod with her fingers, skin-to-skin. She stroked my shaft slowly, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. And I felt my adrenaline surge and my heart start pumping faster as she leaned into my ear and husked, “So THIS is the magic key that unlocked June’s latent sexuality.”

“Apparently,” I murmured beneath my breath. The buxom blonde was now bending forward to join her lips to Dalton’s and June’s, but I concentrated on the feel of Penny’s hand around my dick as the sight of the developing three-way kiss went blurry and faded from the focus of my eyes.

“Maybe you can work your magic on me. I think it’s time I finally found out what all the fuss is about. I did my homework. They called you ‘Big Ben’ at school. There’ve been sorority girls Tweeting about something called the ‘Assfuckxiation’. And if you ask me, the masked brunette in your sex video bears a striking resemblance to Adrienne’s girlfriend Sasha, doesn’t she?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Hmm… I know how to get you to tell me the truth.” Penny stepped up her handjob, as if my penis were a control stick in her hands she could use to get her way. Little did she know the Sex God she was messing with, and I started chuckling at the very notion such a simple pleasure could somehow manipulate me.

Two could play that game. Turning to face her, I slipped my hand up Penny’s inner thigh and beneath the hem of the cute cocktail dress she’d worn for this night out. She gasped when I slithered my fingers into her panties, her big blue eyes going wide as she stared straight into mine. I had always been a bit of a sucker for blue eyes. In any case, Penny was quite moist after everything we had seen and done tonight, so I had no trouble popping two fingers and my thumb inside to the very last knuckles before removing my now-lubricated thumb and quickly locating her prominent little love button.

“You have NO idea what you’re getting yourself into, do you?” I growled rather menacingly into her ear. “You’ve done your homework and you think you know my secrets, but you’ve barely scratched the surface. I won’t tell you jack shit about what I’ve done or who I’ve done it with. But you should know there’s a kernel of truth in every rumor, and even stories that seem to be hyperbole have to start with something real.”

Penny whimpered as I went to work, my fingers pumping while my thumb operated independently to manipulate her clit. That soft little bud really was a control stick I could use to get my way. And when my fingernails started scratching against her G-spot, I watched with almost sadistic glee as Penny’s bright blue eyes got even brighter, her mouth gaped open in a silent scream, and she stared back at me in disbelief I could make her feel so completely overwhelmed less than ten seconds after first penetrating her.

I briefly bit down on the side of her neck but let go, not wishing to mark her with anything that would last beyond tonight. She shivered and shuddered and then moaned when I switched to nibbling along her neck with my lips but no teeth. I added a third finger into her cunt and never let up the thumb pressure on her clit. Playing her body was a little TOO easy, really. Perhaps it was the sexually-charged atmosphere of a Hong Kong strip club. Perhaps it was the inhibition-reducing effect of a half-dozen cocktails. Or perhaps Penny was just that easy to please, her body a green-circle easy slope for me to navigate on the mountain of physical ecstasy.

Whatever the reason, I had her on the precipice of a massive orgasm within minutes, but I wasn’t about to let her cum. Penny had a similar sort of nerve cluster to the one I used on Emma, the kind I could press to deaden her sensations like pulling a hydraulic brake. I used my left hand to clamp down on that nerve cluster, arresting Penny’s forward momentum while continuing to fingerbang the hell out of her with three fingers. And when she dropped her chin over my shoulder and clutched my body against her chest, whining and whimpering in helpless agony, I stopped sucking on her neck and growled into her ear instead.

“Tell me what you want,” I intoned in a gravelly voice.

“I want… I want…” She could feel herself falling over the edge, her head dizzy as she collapsed over my shoulder. And yet I held her back. “Please… Please… Let me cum…”

“Tell me what you want,” I repeated in the same tone.

“I want you to let me cum.”

“How do you want me to let you cum? Right here? In the strip-club? Or would you rather me take you back to our hotel, strip you naked, bend you over my bed, and show you the truth behind all the rumors you read about.”

“Yesss…” Penny hissed, digging her fingernails into my back and upper arm. “Pleaaassseee…”

“But why should I? You’ve never been particularly nice to me, you know. I’ve been exceptionally patient with you, all things considering. You say June’s a cold fish, but you’ve been a pretty frigid bitch to me as well.”

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean…” Penny whined, her hips trembling as she tried to buck her body to meet my unrelenting finger-thrusts. “I know I can be a whiny bitch when I don’t get my way. I’m sorry. I never meant… Just please… I’ll make it up to you.”

“How?”

“Whatever you want. I’ll do whatever you want. Just let me cum. Please!”

“Whatever I want?” I growled with a bit of a sick grin.

“Whatever you want,” she repeated.

“You do realize the ‘Assfuckxiation’ involves me fucking your ass.”

“You can have it. It’s yours,” she wheezed.

“And if I want to push your face down into June’s crotch while I’m doing it?”

“I’ll lick her to two… no three!… screaming orgasms first.”

“Really? I didn’t realize you were into girls.” I chuckled. “You didn’t seem all that enthused getting the lapdances here.”

“I’m no dyke, but I know how to eat a pussy,” she moaned. “Now please? Please? Stop torturing me like this! Lemme cum! LEMME CUM!!!”

Our conversation had been soft to begin with, private amidst the ambient music. I’d kept my own voice low and gravelly, but Penny’s voice had been rising in volume the more I kept fingerbanging her. And as her awareness of our surroundings faded away, so did any sense of propriety.

I have no idea at what point June or Dalton would’ve been able to hear what she was saying, but her final pleas for me to stop torturing her and let her cum had been practically shouted at the top of her lungs. I didn’t realize it yet, but a small crowd had formed around our table, mixed customers with dancers, watching my forearm pumping into the gorgeous redhead flopping and writhing in the middle of the strip club with her head hanging over my shoulder. In the moment itself, though, nothing and no one existed except Penny and me as I concentrated on making her explode.

I stopped pressing on her nerve cluster, releasing the brakes as it were. My left hand then pinched on the back of her neck, sharp enough to make her jerk her head back in surprise. My fingers then trailed down her spine, tickling her all the way past her lower back and beneath the hem of her dress from behind, into the back of her panties, and down through the cleft of her butt. My middle finger gently probed her anus while at the same time I added a fourth digit to my fingerbanging from the front. Instead of using my thumb on her clit, I jabbed the heel of my right hand against her clit and ground down on it HARD. And finally, like adding the proverbial straw atop the proverbial camel’s back, I pivoted my head and pressed my lips to Penny’s for the very first time.

She came.

She came HARD.

She screamed into my mouth, breaking her lips away from mine as she hooked her chin over my shoulder once more and went into epileptic convulsions against my chest. I jabbed the middle finger of my left hand through her sphincter and never let up my frontal assault either. I lost track of time then, uncertain how long she kept orgasming right there in front of a dozen strip-club dancers and clientele. But it seemed to go on forever, to the point where I had time to pick my head up and look around and finally realize we had an audience. And only then did I slow down my onslaught of digital stimulation and let Penny come down from her climactic peak.

It took a long time for her to recover. She remained limp against my chest even after I removed my fingers from her soaked and stretched orifices. Every inch of her pale skin was covered in a fine sheen of sweat that glistened with the multicolored reflections of the various neon lights that surrounded us. And she shivered and whimpered while I cradled her against my chest until at last her breathing slowed and her heart rate settled.

“Oh… My… Gawwwd…” she groaned, closing her eyes and holding her head as if a Mack Truck had just run her over. “What… the… fuck did you do to me?”

I chuckled and shrugged. “You asked me to please let you cum. I let you cum.”

Penny suddenly looked at me with fear in her eyes. It was as if she’d suddenly realized she’d bitten off more than she could chew. If I could make her feel like that sitting in a strip-club booth without even taking my dick out of my pants, what the hell could I do to her in a proper bedroom?

Admittedly, I was curious to find out the answer to that myself.

After I made sure Penny had the strength to sit up by herself, I turned and glanced back at June and Dalton. The buxom blonde now sat sideways in Dalton’s lap, one arm around his neck. He had his right arm around her midsection, his right hand raised to cup one of her big and bare fake titties from below. June reclined back against the side of Dalton’s chest with his left arm around her, almost lazily pawing at her perky breasts outside of her high-necked but slinky dress.

Once Dalton realized he had my attention, he grinned a shit-eating grin and suggested, “What do you say the five of us finish off this night together in my hotel suite?”

I nodded slowly, expecting the suggestion. From the moment I’d realized all four of us were young, unattached, hard-working professionals riding the adrenaline rush of a successful deal worth hundreds of millions of dollars on our way to a strip club halfway around the world from home, I’d had an idea that the night could end up this way.

But I’ve already told you my idea was wrong.

June stiffened immediately after Dalton voiced his suggestion. She sat up straight, removed his hand from her boob, and then slid out and away from his grip. She’d gotten closer to his end of the semi-circular booth while I’d gotten closer to Penny’s side, so there were several feet between us. But she quickly skooched her butt across the booth over to my side and spun to tuck herself backwards against my chest while I instinctively wrapped an arm around her like a protective shield. Despite my initial assessment upon finding her in a passionate liplock with Dalton a few minutes earlier, it seemed clear to me that this was one baby bird not yet ready to leave the nest.

“I-I’m sorry,” June stammered hesitantly, flushed pink. “You’re handsome and sexy and I know I should be flattered.”

Dalton’s mouth opened for a moment in shock, but he recovered quickly and nodded at the compliment while simultaneously tightening his grip around the blonde stripper.

And then June finished in a trembling voice…

“But I’m in love with Ben. I belong to him.”

****

-- WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 26, 2008 --

For those of you who aren’t aware, the Mercator projection map is a crock of shit. I’d grown up using it as my default mental picture of the world, which basically meant I had a completely skewed concept of distance when it came to the Southern Hemisphere. When Adrienne had suggested we get together in Bora Bora over Thanksgiving, I’d known enough to recognize that Bora Bora wasn’t in Asia. I just hadn’t realized HOW FAR it was from Asia until Adrienne gave me my flight itinerary.

Let me put it this way: June flying home to San Francisco from Hong Kong was about 6,899 miles on a direct line, and she at least had a direct flight. Getting to Bora Bora from Hong Kong would've been 6,897 miles had there been a direct flight (which there wasn't), required three flight legs, and traveling there took more than an entire day. Seriously, it took twenty-five hours of travel time to get from Hong Kong International Airport to Motu Mute airport. Traveling for that long certainly gave me lots of time to myself to think about my relationship with June and her moderately surprising declaration of love, followed by a very quiet cab ride back to the hotel, followed by her very passionate semi-drunken lovemaking in the evening, followed by her hangover-fueled abrupt one-eighty in the morning whereupon she insisted she didn’t remember ever saying she was “in love” with me and rationalized that she could’ve perhaps said so as a defense mechanism to ward off Dalton’s unwanted advances.

So yeah, clear as mud.

Oh, and then I’d still have to travel more than 4,207 miles to get back to San Francisco afterwards.

At least the fact that Tahiti was on the OTHER side of the date line from Hong Kong meant that despite leaving Hong Kong on Wednesday morning and traveling for more than twenty-five hours, I still arrived in paradise on Wednesday afternoon local time, and the plan was to enjoy the islands for a full week before heading home. Now that 4D was over, the company was giving me a few bonus days "off the books", and beyond that I could still afford to burn a few vacation days. Adrienne, of course, didn’t have the kind of job that needed vacation days, and she’d arranged for us to catch a flight together from Auckland, New Zealand into Tahiti. Flying first class with Adrienne was always fun. Re-confirming our membership in the Mile High Club definitely put me in the right frame of mind to start a vacation.

It was all downhill from there.

Okay, no, that’s hyperbole. Our Bora Bora vacation didn’t turn out to be a disaster. Far from it. On balance, it was a great vacation overall.

It’s just that… things happened. Major things. Things that in hindsight I wish could’ve turned out differently. And it all started with an unexpected arrival.

I can still vividly recall the exact way I felt as I stood outside the airport gate holding Adrienne’s hand waiting for Dawn and Sasha to arrive together on their flight from San Francisco. I had been genuinely looking forward to a relaxing vacation with Dawn, Adrienne, and Sasha… and no one else.

Don’t get me wrong: I loved my son and I loved his mother, but toddlers can be a handful and I’d honestly enjoyed not having to go through the daily grind of parenting for a few days.

I loved my baby sisters, but the more time Emma spent with Marcus, the more time Eden wanted to spend with me. She was lonely, and a bit needy, and I really didn’t want her to become TOO dependent on me. I thought spending nearly two weeks apart between 4D and this Bora Bora vacation would be good for her to get used to being… self-sufficient.

And getting a little space from June felt like a good idea as well. We had been spending an inordinate amount of time together for the past month or so. Seriously, it almost felt like we were married. Not that I didn’t enjoy spending time with her, but much like my feelings towards Eden, I worried about June getting TOO dependent on me, and her little declaration of love (followed by her morning-after “take-backsie”) firmly entrenched in my mind the need for some time apart. Plus, she was going home to her family… including Eve.

As a bonus, I’d finally get to have some time with Dawn and Adrienne together. Seriously, so much of my life seemed to have been spent with either Dawn OR Adrienne, but not both. It wasn’t that the girls were at odds with each other, especially now with Dawn safely ensconced in her role as my best friend and Adrienne in a committed relationship with Sasha. The timing had just never seemed to work out, from Adrienne’s modeling life in New York to Dawn’s self-imposed sabbatical at Morris Camp, from Adrienne’s career in San Francisco to Dawn’s class schedule in Berkeley.

So yeah, I can still vividly recall the exact way I felt as I stood outside the airport gate holding Adrienne’s hand waiting for the girls to arrive. I was happy, energized, and eager for the days to come with just the four of us.

But then I saw the girls descend the stairs from their aircraft.

ALL of them.

And my hand fell away from Adrienne’s.

I turned to her, eyebrows furrowed in shock and, admittedly, frustration. She read my expression, gave me a weak smile, and mumbled half-heartedly, “Surpriiise…”

I scowled immediately. “You should’ve told me.”

“I thought you’d LIKE this surprise.”

My scowl deepened. “You STILL should’ve told me!”

I distinctly remembered that night exactly a week ago when Adrienne came over to visit while Sasha had been playing with the Tri-Delts. Dawn had drunkenly mumbled something about the SIX of us being together in Bora Bora, and I’d openly questioned how her math added up. Now I knew that number hadn’t been a mistake.

“Ben!!!” Emma squealed as she slammed into my chest and wrapped her arms around me in a fierce hug.

“Ben!!!” Eden squealed in almost the exact same voice as she slammed into my side, grabbed my head, and then planted a searing kiss straight on my lips.

This was gonna be one hell of a vacation.

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