Note- This is not a true portrayal of actual events. It's just pretend.
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The excitement of flying from Bangkok to Hong Kong was equal to anything Emma Watson had ever experienced. Or rather, the incredible act of LANDING in Hong Kong, to be more precise. Anyone who has ever experienced the thrill of the aircraft seemingly weaving in and out of skyscraper buildings on that particular descent will have the view indelibly buried in the memory forever. With her cute nose pressed against the porthole window, Emma felt her stomach flip as the Airbus A350 dropped altitude dramatically as the pilots saw the runway. She watched wide eyed as she felt sure the tip of the starboard wing appeared to be mere inches from skimming off of a roof top. Her ears popped from the change in air pressure as the plane dropped hundreds of feet in seconds and somehow managed not to leave tyre tracks on the tops of the shanty town shacks below on the hillside. When the vehicle made contact with concrete and finally taxied to the landing gate, Emma realised that she had been holding her breath for a full minute! She disembarked on shaky legs and made her way through immigration.
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Emma's taxi took her from Hong Kong International Airport in Kowloon, through the tunnel, and on to Hong Kong Island. After listening to her gold toothed Chinese driver drivel on and on, they emerged from the tunnel. Emma was enthralled by the view of the vibrant city. New met old in the former British colony as she gazed at the numerous skyscraper buildings dwarfing the rather shabby looking shacks and junks that rode the lively waters of the indigo lit bay. The animated taxi driver finally pulled up at Emma's choice of hotel, the Four Seasons, on the edge of Victoria Harbour, and she tumbled out into the street.
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From the balcony of her room on the twenty-fifth floor, Emma could just make out see the hazy mainland of China on the horizon. Far below, the lights of Kowloon became brighter as night fell and Emma closed the door to the balcony. Her suite was not something to be found in the west. All the walls were covered with oriental weave paper, and the lamps were all made to look like Chinese lanterns. In the middle of two plush sofas was a long gold and chrome coffee table with a smoked glass top. Emma checked out the bathroom which had twin basins and a sunken bath tub with taps in the shape of fish heads. There must have been well over a dozen towels of all different sizes which hung from two horizontal rails. The king sized bed dominated the bedroom and had a spacious walk-in wardrobe. Wearing her complimentary cotton yukata, Emma ran a bath and slipped into it with relish. Within a half hour, she was in bed and asleep, a result of her long flight.
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Emma awoke late the next day, the jet lag knocking her body clock way out of sync. She rose and visited the in house cafe and gratefully tucked into a brunch of smoked salmon avocado toast with soft egg and coriander. All washed down with a pot of hot tea. Her first excursion on that first afternoon morning was to a place a friend had recommended. That being Cat Street, a thoroughfare in Sheung Wan. Once one of the first roads built after the British colonised Hong Kong in 1842, Lascar Row, going by it's real title, is now a shopping area with countless antique shops and art boutiques. Emma enthusiastically browsed the many disorganised stalls for hours, eventually purchasing some pieces of jade and a few ceramic horsemen from the Ming Dynasty.
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After a welcome siesta back in the hotel and a dinner of teriyaki gazed halibut, Emma was eager to discover what Hong Kong's nightlife had to offer. She left the hotel around eight and set off on foot, strolling along the crowded streets with countless others. The oppressive heat and humidity hit her like a solid wall and she almost felt dizzy by the time she reached the harbour front. But a few welcome drops of rain began to fall from the cloudy evening sky. A cacophony of sound filled her ears as she felt the light drizzle become a downfall. Dressed only in an abbreviated dress she had thought would fit perfectly with the warm climate and the heat of the evening atmosphere. The dress was very short and barely covered her small, tight butt. Due to the brevity of the dress, Emma kept tugging down on the hem to conceal her black G-string beneath. Pretty soon, Emma found herself down a side street in search of some shelter from the rain. The narrow thoroughfare bustled with various bars and clubs, their messages and invitations a mix of and Chinese and English. The theme of the banners was undoubtedly sexual in nature. Massage Parlours, Steam Baths, Girls, Strip Clubs, Girls. Go-go bars had images advertising scantily clad young ladies. Their asserts were on full display with nothing left to the imagination. As she passed along the street, various club owners tried to catch her eye.
"Hey, missy? Missy? Yeah, you! Wanna see show? Cheap rates. Good show. Best in Hong Kong, innit."
Emma look startled by a skinny Chinaman in a cheap two piece suit and a broad grin. He crooked a finger and pointed to the seedy looking establishment behind him, nodding urgently. By now, the rain was torrential and Emma was desperate to get inside somewhere. Anywhere, She shrugged and handed over HK$100 and was hastily ushered inside the badly lit club interior. She cautiously took the dingy stairs down to the noisy basement. If the outside looked unpromising, then the inside fared no different.
Extensive bars were set up throughout the crammed club, and Emma noted that most of the clientele were male. Both Chinese and European. All eyes were on the stage that was lit by three strobe lights. Bass driven music boomed out into the smoke filled room as Emma found a table and seat way at the back. She ruffled her damp hair and crossed her legs as she watched three almond eyed, female dancers swaying and gyrating to the music.
"Oh, my!"
Emma looked on as they sensuously writhed hips and butts to the urgent throbbing music, pressing against each others bodies and curves. One would be sandwiched from front and rear at the same time by the other two, and then they all moved so that one of the others became the flesh filling. All three women were dancing in a sensual and erotic flush as they slowly began to strip off. Tops, mini skirts, and thongs were ripped away and discarded. Once bare of any clothing they became even more intimate as they openly fondled each other. Emma's eyes were wide open as all three opened their mouths with darting, swirling tongues, and lips smacking loudly. The attentive male audience yelled encouragement as the women dipped their in between lithe legs.
"This is unbelievable!"
Emma began to get excited at all the flesh so enticingly close by in the claustrophobic club. She rubbed her thighs together discreetly under the tablecloth where she was seated as her temperature rose with her sexual arousal. The prettiest of the three Chinese dancers had one of her companion's hands ride up the cleft of her ass cheeks, as the other slid along her black bush and between her legs. As they neared the edge of the stage, two of them ground their pussies on each other's thrusting fingers as the main one flung her arms up in the air and pointed to one side of the stage.
'What is that?"
Another series of strobes lit up and white light spotlights came on as three men pushed on three black and ominous looking Sybian machines which had thick ten-inch dildos mounted on them! This was the first time in Emma's life she had seen one for real. The saddle like devices on the floor of the stage were like a cylinder cut in half and with its flat side placed on the floor. The top of its curved surface was capped with the vertically aligned phallic like devices to give the ultimate stimulation.
Emma's mouth dropped at the sight as they were switched on and she saw the black dildos thrust up and down repeatedly as they came to life. As her eyes became more accustomed to the light, she noted the machine in the middle had double headed dildos that quivered alternately! Everybody watched in hushed tones as all three naked dancers grinned and mounted the humming Sybians and impaled themselves fully on the dildos! They ran their hands across their glistening bodies, tantalizing the audience as they 'oohed' and 'aahed' in sheer bliss. The crowd cheered them on enthusiastically as each woman bucked and rode the fake cocks that vibrated madly in the saddles. They then began to move their hips back and forth, grinding hard down on the Sybians. It was incredibly hot to watch and Emma herself felt her own body yearn for the intense pleasures of the wicked sexual stimulation.
She squinted her eyes as the young lead dancer shifted on the machine so that one dildo thrust up her pussy, and another pushed in at her tightly clenched asshole. The girl grit her teeth as she embraced the sensations of two dildos impaling her nether holes. Her mouth dropped open as the two dildos alternately began thrusting in. As the one sex toy entered her cunt, so the other withdrew from her anus, and vice versa. The already suffocating atmosphere became even more heated as the mainly male audience cheered and yelped in amazement.
Emma did not see the two shadowy figures in the gloom plonk themselves down beside her as she absentmindedly stroked her thighs. As her eyes remained glued to the sexy naked nubiles riding the mechanical fuck machines, she was surprised to feel unknown hands fondle her hands and upper arms.
"Terribly exciting, is it not?"
Emma turned to see a fair haired woman with a big grin and speaking to her in a Rodean accent.
"Oh, hello."
"I think it's most awfully hot, don't you?" Came a male voice.
On her right was an Englishman in a suit and cravat. Possibly in his early fifties and perhaps twice the woman's age. Emma gasped as the blonde snaked a hand up her dress to her G-string.
"Naughty! Look here, Charles."
