Asian Amy

Asian Amy: Part Six

The Concert

"I feel kinda dirty," Amy told Shareese at breakfast. The two of them were sitting at the table in the luxurious hotel suite, enjoying bacon, eggs, hash browns, and waffles via room service.

"How so?" Shareese asked before chomping down on a piece of crisp bacon.

"Sweetness gave me an extra five hundred dollars for staying with her last night."

"I don't see the problem."

Amy took a swig of orange juice and said, "I feel like a hooker. I mean, we didn't do much last night besides spoon but still..."

"Gotta make hay when the sun shines," Shareese said. "Things can go cold in this game from time to time."

"I suppose, but I still feel a little weird about it," Amy said and took a bite of eggs.

Shareese was still feeling a little jilted about Princess Amy leaving her the night before for the pop star, and her curiosity was killing her. "So no freaky shit last night?" She casually asked while pouring syrup onto a heavily buttered waffle.

"No, not really. I didn't bring any of the toys or anything with me, but she did want to get some friendly revenge."

"Revenge?"

"Yeah. She wanted to frisk me so she had my naked ass up against the wall and she groped the shit out of me. She said, 'now we are even' and then we cuddled until we fell asleep.

"Did you like it?"

"I didn't hate it, but it felt like I was really working," Amy said and then smiled. "Not like when you and I are together."

This quelled Shareese's jealousy a bit, but the image of her Princess pinned up against the wall by Sweetness was definitely a bitter one.

"Oh," Amy said and wiped her mouth on a cloth napkin, "Sweetness gave me some VIP tickets to her show tonight with backstage passes." She pulled an envelope out of her robe pocket and set it on the table.

Shareese opened it up and inspected the contents. "Nice,"

"I couldn't remember if we had anything going on tonight."

"Nope. I got something in the works for tomorrow, but tonight is free."

"Wanna go?"

"Sure," Shareese said and stood up. "It might be a chance for us to do some networking."

The ladies decided to soak in the jacuzzi together and then take a shower before leaving the luxurious suite. They took full advantage of both of the amenities and fooled around in each of them, helping one another get off: When they were in the tub, Shareese sucked Amy's toes and fingered herself to an orgasm; then she got eaten out in the shower; Amy received five hard, bare handed swats while bent over the Ebony's lap in the jacuzzi before getting fingered; then, she stroked herself to another orgasm while she munched on the Mistress's pussy in the expansive shower.

All in all, a good morning was had and it made Shareese feel a little bit better about her standing with her little Princess.

A nosy neighbor gawked at Amy when she gave Shareese a long kiss goodbye before she walked into her apartment. Amy noticed the woman watching them, but she did not acknowledge her. If it all went well, she would be moving out shortly anyhow.

There were two messages waiting on her answering machine that she got to after setting her bags down. The first one was from her older brother, and he asked her to call her back when she got a chance. The second one was from Sandy, her realtor, with the great news that the offer she had submitted for the condo had been accepted.

Amy did a quick little dance and then called Sandy, who congratulated her and then wanted to set up a meeting to get things moving towards a closing on the property. "Can we get together tomorrow or the next day?"

"Tomorrow is fine, Sandy."

"Excellent. How about lunch time at Maria's Café?"

Amy told her that that would be fine. "I haven't had Mexican in a while."

Next, she called her mother and told her the good news and then left a voicemail on Shareese's answering machine.

She was feeling great and had some extra energy to burn, so she changed clothes and went to the gym where she got in an intense workout.

It was approaching five o'clock when she got back home and Shareese had left her a message to call her.

"Great news on the condo!" The Mistress exclaimed. "We gonna be neighbors!"

"Yes! I am so excited."

"So, your boo called me this afternoon,"

Amy was confused for a second, but then figured it out. "Oh yeah?"

"Yes. She offered to send out a limo to pick us up tonight."

"Did you accept?"

"Duh..."

"What time do you want to leave?"

"I told Sweetness to have the limo at my place at 8:30. Then we can swing by and pick you up."

Amy said that was fine and asked if the diva had said anything else. "Did she say she wanted to hook up after the show?"

"She did mention that she wouldn't mind seeing us again, but we would play it by ear."

"I see," Amy said. "Welp, I suppose we can just enjoy ourselves and see what the hell happens."

"Exactly," Shareese said and they enbed the call.

At a little after nine o'clock, the black, stretch limousine rolled up to Amy's apartment. Shareese watched the Princess strut out in a short black dress and her spiked heels and her heart was sent aflutter.

"Damn, girl," Shareese said when the sexy Asian slid into the car. "You lookin' sexy."

"Thank you, Mistress," she said and gave the pretty Ebony woman a kiss. "You don't look so bad, yourself."

Shareese was wearing skin-tight, black leather pants and a tight designer t-shirt. On her feet was a pair of black, five-inch stiletto heels that her toes poked out of.

"Twinsies," Amy exclaimed as she put her smooth and muscular leg up against Shareese's to juxtapose their matching toes.

Shareese drooled at the sight of the fresh white nail polish on her Princess's tootsies. She had not seen her in this color yet, and it was all she could focus on for the first five minutes of the ride.

When they pulled up to the arena, they were reminded of just how popular Sweetness was. It was a complete madhouse of people of all ages, everyone amped up to see the biggest show in years. There were teenage girls holding up signs and crying. Middle age women, as well as men, were scooting towards the arena doors that had lines of fans fifty deep waiting to get in.

The limo eased its way through the throng and eventually to a garage door at the end of a steep decline. The driver rolled down the window and flashed his credentials and the door slowly opened so that the ridiculously long vehicle could roll into the bowels of the arena.

The partition behind the front seat was lowered and the driver informed them that Sweetness was still an hour away from taking the stage. "You guys can chill in here and have some drinks if you want."

The ladies took his suggestion and grabbed a couple of Zimas from the refrigerator that they quickly drained. They grabbed two more and then got in to the tequila and used the clear malt beverage to chase the burn of the hard liquor.

When it was time to go, Shareese and Amy were feeling no pain and they were escorted to their seats that were in the front row middle, facing the stage.

Sweetness put on one hell of a show that impressed both of the women. She sounded great and her dancing was amazing. Two and a half straight hours of entertainment with only short breaks for wardrobe changes had left the crowd wanting more.

The diva did not make it obvious, but a couple of times she winked at Amy and Shareese during her performance.

"She is very good," Shareese admitted as the crowd slowly cleared out.

"Yes she is," Amy agreed.

The man who had ushered them to their seats reappeared and told the women to follow him back stage. "Sweetness is expecting you," he informed them.

They were led through the catacombs beneath the arena's seats and eventually into the large dressing room of the diva who spotted the two of them immediately and called them over.

"My girls! So glad you could make it," she said, and gave them both a wet, sweaty hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"You were great, Sweetness," Shareese told her after her kiss. Amy also expressed her delight with her performance.

"Oh, thank you two so much. My people did a great job of getting me ready last night," she said and winked. "Don't be shy. Go ahead and get a drink or a snack. Mingle."

"Thank you," Amy said.

"I'll prolly only be here for another hour or so. Then I would love to have you vixens at the hotel for the after, after party."

"That sounds great," Shareese said. "We'll definitely think about it."

The diva waved to someone across the room and excused herself, but not before letting them know that if they decided to come to the hotel it would be well worth their while. "It's of course up to you, but I promise it will be fun and possibly profitable."

Amy and Shareese got some champagne and fancy finger foods and worked their way around the room, engaging in idol chit chat with the royalty and lackeys alike. Over the years, Shareese had developed a keen sense of who might have the potential to become a future client and she had not found a single candidate. That is until Sweetness approached them with a handsome gentleman on one arm and a gorgeous girl on the other.

"Mistress Shareese, Princess Amy. This is Ryan and his wife, Annalise," the diva said and released the couple before scurrying off.

Handshakes and greetings ensued and then Shareese cut to the chase and went to work. "So are you two troublemakers?"

Ryan let out a laugh and straightened his tie. "We have been known to get into some trouble from time to time."

Annalise licked her lips and smiled.

"Well then. Is this the kind of trouble that needs correcting?"

"It just may be," Ryan said and handed over a business card that Shareese stuffed into her bra without even glancing at.

"The Princess and I have a very high success rate at rehabilitating troublemakers. The only problem is that it usually takes several tries to get it fixed and even then, most people have to come back for maintenance."

Shareese stood just under six-feet tall in her stiletto heels and Ryan was still a few inches taller than the Domme. The dark haired, dark eyed man looked her in the eyes and smiled. "I look forward to hearing from you, Mistress."

"We'll be in touch."

The couple said goodbye and went over to mingle with a group of other well dressed attendees.

Shareese knew that Ryan was a lawyer without having to look at his business card and told Amy as much. "I know the type and exactly what they like."

"The guy was hot."

"Chick, too." We finna have some fun with them fools."

People continued to come in and out of the large dressing room and the ladies continued to mingle. Their success was limited with regards to adding to their client list, but they did meet some potential customers.

At around one o'clock they headed out, but not before stopping to chat with Sweetness who was lounging on a couch next to Zach Green, her manager.

"You are heading to the hotel, right?" the diva asked.

"We are," Shareese said.

"Great," Sweetness said and turned to Zach. "Be a sweetie and give her the key to the suite."

The manager reached into the breast pocket of his Italian suit and handed the key to Shareese.

"I'll see you all in a few," the diva said and they left.

The After, After Party.

The limo ride to the hotel was a short one that only allowed enough time for Shareese and Amy to guzzle down two shots of tequila.

They were feeling no pain when they staggered into the same suite that they had been in that morning. Amy collapsed on the couch and Shareese plopped down on a recliner.

"Didn't need that last shot," Amy said. She was on her back with her eyes closed.

"Me neither, but we got to rally."

Music and voices from the adjoining suite leaked through the walls while the women fixed their makeup in the large bathroom. When they were satisfied with the touchups, they walked down the hall to the party.

"My gals!" Sweetness exclaimed after she answered the door. She was visually impaired and she gave them each a sloppy hug. "Come in. Come in."

The group had been culled down to only the elite, judging from their attire and jewelry, and Amy felt a little like post midnight Cinderella. She noticed that Ryan and his wife were in attendance and he had immediately spotted them. He informed his wife with a gentle nudge and a nod in their direction. The handsome man wasted no time and glided over to the women after picking up two flutes of champagne.

"Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise," he said and handed them each a glass.

"Shocked, are you?" Shareese asked, ripe with sarcasm, after taking the champagne.

"Well, you never know who might show up to get togethers such as this."

"Uh, huh," the Mistress said and took a sip.

"Perhaps my wife and I might get a taste of what we can expect if we find ourselves under your control at some point, ladies," Ryan said, making it obvious that he was checking out Amy's spiked heels.

"Have you and your wife done anything that would warrant some discipline?"

"Well, I drove here drunk while Annalise blew me," Ryan said with a devilish smile.

Shareese slowly nodded and took another sip.

"Tell you what," Ryan said and reached into his breast pocket. "At least consider it," he said and then moved in for a hug while stuffing two folded hundreds into the Mistress's lace bra.

Shareese was stunned. "I beg your pardon!"

The man ignored her chastisement and told them that he and his wife would be available whenever. "I'm off to do some more blow. The ball is in your court, ladies" the cocky attorney said and sauntered off.

"He doesn't lack confidence," Amy said and drained her champagne.

Shareese had pulled out his business card for the first time and was reviewing it. "Most young lawyers don't."

The two of them had a quick discussion about a possible impromptu session with the glamorous couple and neither of them could come up with a downside to doing it. They had zero BDSM equipment so Shareese sent Amy on a mission to round up some duct tape. "Just make a call down to the front desk and drop Sweetness's name," she suggested.

Before Amy left, the Mistress came up with a slightly risky plan to get the session started. Amy liked it, but agreed that it might be inappropriate. "I hope they're in to humiliation," she said and then scooted out the door.

Obtaining the duct tape was no problem at all. Less than ten minutes after Amy had placed a call to the front desk, a bellhop had shown up at the door to the adjacent suite with two fresh rolls. No questions asked.

Shareese, having absconded from the party was back in the adjacent suite, shoring up the game plan with her partner. "I'll take the cocky fuck, and you get the wife," she said and handed a roll of tape to Amy.

"Sounds good. How rough should I be with her?"

"I'm gonna be extra rough, but I don't know about you. If anything, be firm at first and see how it goes."

Amy nodded and then asked if it was showtime. "We gonna do this?"

"Let's do it."

They did not knock this time and simply barged into the suite. Shareese slammed the door and the dozen or so plastered guests who remained, turned their heads towards the Mistress and the Princess.

"We are looking for Mr. and Mrs. Goetz," Shareese announced over the music.

Some of the guests chuckled, while others gasped and were unsure what was happening. A wry grin spread across Sweetness's face.

"Is there a problem?" Ryan Goetz Esquire asked. He and his wife were at the back of the suite on a couch.

The two women blew past the two large bodyguards who had obviously been told what was up. Then they made a bee line for the couple while the curious crowd parted as they passed. Amy stopped in front of Annalise, and Shareese in front of Ryan.

"On your feet, both of you," Shareese snapped, breaking the now silent room. Someone had turned off the music, not as a courtesy to the invaders, rather to better enjoy the show.

The couple rose to their feet and then got spun in a one-eighty by their respective captors so that their hands could be tightly secured behind them with duct tape.

Chuckles and heckling came from a few members of the crowd and the prisoners became embarrassed. Annalise was particularly humiliated and her cheeks turned red.

The two women led the couple towards the front door and Shareese apologized to the party for the disturbance. "Carry on, good citizens," she said before they exited.

Impromptu Punishment

Amy did not know it, but Shareese had cleared their hostile takeover with Sweetness, who loved the idea. She even offered (rather begged) to come over and witness the session. The Mistress gave her the thumbs up.

The formally dressed couple knelt in the middle of the suite with their ankles crossed and their wrists uncomfortably bound. "Drunk driving. Illegal drugs," Shareese was saying as she circled them. "Those are big no nos, are they not?"

"They are," Ryan said, looking up at the Mistress and smiling.

A sharp slap from Shareese snapped Ryan's head sideways. It took the man by surprise and he tried to blink away the sting. An immediate red handprint darkened on his cheek and his wife suppressed a grin.

"You both will end any and all statements with either yes Mistress or yes Princess. Understood?"

The prisoners both let out a "Yes Mistress."

Amy had been trying to place Annalise since she had met her and it finally clicked. The long, tanned legs and her beautiful wavy and highlighted hair were not tell tale clues, but the ever so slight gap in her front teeth was. Amy had seen the woman several times on the pages of magazine advertisements. Now she was kneeling submissively in a black pencil dress with her ankles crossed, displaying the red bottoms of her Louboutin heels, looking anxious.

Ryan, on the other hand, remained calm and almost cocky as he knelt in a black tuxedo. Amy thought that he had the look of a man who had been thrown into the briar patch.

"Now," Shareese addressed the prisoners, "here is the deal. If you want this session to end, simply say the word red. We will stop whatever is going on immediately and free you from any bondage that you might be in. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress," they replied in stereo.

The Mistress did not feel like giving them the option of a "yellow" safe word, which if said would indicate that the sub wanted the intensity of whatever was being done to them lowered. This was an impromptu session with limited resources that was only designed to be a teaser.

The Mistress called Amy over and asked for her assistance. "Help the bitch to her belly, please," she said. "I'll take the worthless douche."

Annalise uncrossed her ankles and leaned forward while Princess Amy stood in front of her and eased her to the carpet. Shareese did the same with Ryan, but she let him drop the last foot or so, causing a thud and a grunt.

"You are gonna undress each other from the waist down. I want to see balls and pussy lips," she said, sharply.

The bound couple began to squirm around and talk out a plan to accomplish the task, while the Mistress and Princess pulled up chairs to watch the show.

When the prisoners finally got to a position where Ryan was essentially spooning his wife, she was able to start making progress at getting his pants undone. With lots of struggling and grunting by both of them, his pants and boxer shorts were bunched down to his ankles and his raging boner was on display.

Shareese made sure to bring attention to his rather short, but relatively thick penis and then told Annalise to start sucking it. "But do not let him cum," she instructed. "Back up on your knees, putz. You too, coke whore."

For the first time since being taken from the party, Amy could sense some sexual excitement in Annalise as her breathing became different.