Please start with Chapter 1 or you won't know what's going on.
My most heartfelt thanks to John who's editing prevented me from looking stupid!
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Fresh from her first waxing and lesbian encounter, Mei was flush with a guilty satisfaction. At quarter past nine she got in the taxi, same driver, and texted: "On my way... you're going to like the new me!"
"Can't wait to see it. Hungry?"
"Starving."
She knew that she'd have to come clean to him at some point, accept the punishment and hope for the best. Maybe he would cancel the membership; she hadn't thought of that, or maybe it would be something more terrible. Whatever it was she'd have to take the consequences and hope her betrayal didn't hurt him too terribly. But until then, at least on the taxi ride home, she glowed in the memory of her first girl. 'Wow... it was spectacular!'
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Philip had been too busy that day to pay Mei a surreptitious visit. He'd been busy analyzing and responding to an attack on his highest profile client from some Russian hackers. It was a distributed denial of service (DoS) attack that brought down the main website in an attempt to mask the real objective: an attack on a particularly obscure server that held no data, but could be exploited thanks to obsolete version of FreeBSD, containing a flaw in one of it's daemons.
He had a plan in place to deal with the DoS, which normally overloaded servers by inundating them with tens of thousands of bogus requests per second, and had the site back up before the executives even knew it was down, but dealing with the critical vulnerability took most of the day. He repurposed one of the spares he had on stand-by and moved the vulnerable functions over to it.
When Mei texted him it was a welcome break; he'd been thinking about her all day. He had a pork medallion with balsamic onion-fig relish dribbled over it with carrots and leeks warming in the oven for her. A small salad Nicoise with olives, boiled egg, and anchovies waited on the counter, and he prepared a simple strawberry daiquiri and met her at the door when he heard her climbing the stairs.
"How was your day, baby?" he asked.
"Oh my, so busy and I was so good, did you see?"
"No, sorry, a bit of an emergency at work today."
She took the drink, took a big mouthful, swallowed and gave him a kiss, wondering if he could smell Karla's pussy on her lips.
"How was the gym?" he asked, returning to the kitchen.
"Amazing. How can you afford it? The place had everything and I'm afraid I'm going to bankrupt you getting massages and buying clothes." She put the drink down and began undressing.
"You don't have to worry about that."
She looked at him carefully, trying to decide if it was just bravado or if he really had wealth. Every woman wanted to know the details of a man's resources. It was a core requirement, like breast size or a comely face for some men, it touched a deep area of the unconscious mind, a requirement that was the prerequisite for a contented relationship.
He knew this, but she'd have to wait for the full story — that his low cost lifestyle and current job provided more than enough indulge Mei for six month without impact.
Naked but for her pearls, she scampered over to the stool, climbed up on the mottled black marble counter and laid flat on its cold surface, feet dangling over the edge. "Come see," she said, impatient to get his reaction.
He brought out the salad, put it on the prep counter below her and moved to the gap that acted as the entry way to the kitchen. He put his elbows on the outside of her knees and rested his chin in his hands. He looked at the perfectly straight vertical edge between her skin and hairline. It was beautiful, the way her smooth, light, tan skin contrasted with the fluffy black fur over her mound. It accentuated the pubic bump, and her naked labia were more arousing than ever. He toyed with her hair, pulling gently, watching how it lifted the skin, the bumps at the roots rising in little goose flesh beneath. Her lips were so completely smooth and bare the skin seemed to shine.
"Lovely, Mei Chun. I didn't think it could look any better." She bent her knees to give him the full view and he admired more. "Did it hurt? It's still a little pink."
"Yeah, it was amazingly painful, but worth it," and added after a moment, "if you like it."
"Oh, I like it." He leant down, stuck out his tongue and licked her once along the full length of her soft, naked lips.
"Hmmmmm, that's nice," she purred. "Can I teach you to do it next time?"
"That good, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Did it turn you on?"
"Um... a bit... does it make you angry?" She sat up, got down and took a stool. They picked on the salad together. She preferred the olives and tomatoes, he the artichokes and anchovies.
"No... it was a woman who waxed you of course." She nodded yes, sucking an olive into her mouth.
"Ever had a lesbian experience, Mei?"
She coughed and said "No," and he began to talk about how sexual orientation for women isn't as fixed as for men and how it's not unusual for a young woman to have a few encounters before settling down to marriage. She could talk to him about it, he offered, if she found she was feeling confused. By the time he'd finished, the salad was gone, so he got some wine and the plate from the oven, setting it before her on the counter. It looked fabulous.
Her heart was racing. Could she get off this easily?
Mei wasn't used to eating late like this, so, while they were talking, she dug in. He enjoyed her appetite, as all good cooks do, and stood behind her, running a finger down her spine.
"That surprises me, given the emails you traded with that girl in Tokyo. What was her name?"
"Ryoko."
"Right. You mentioned FaceTime and it sounded like you two did some experimenting. What is that you're wearing? A new perfume or just the soap from the gym?"
Mei nearly inhaled an asparagus spear.
"It smells musky, somehow. I like it."
"Um... must be the massage oil." 'He really does deserve the truth,' she thought. And given how he'd seen right through her before she knew she couldn't get away with it for long. Might as well confess, but how? She wished it hadn't happened, or rather, that she'd asked his permission first. Then an idea occurred to her. She would ask him, see how he reacted and if he didn't object, tell him it happened on Wednesday. That seemed like a good plan, but she knew it was a deception and the idea lost its appeal. It was what Jenny would have done.
"So getting a bit turned on by a woman touching you intimately down there doesn't surprise me. Was she pretty?"
"Everyone there is pretty."
"Was it the red head with the freckles and the perfect body?"
"Yes, Karla."
"Soft, gentle strokes?"
"Yes," she hung her head, the pain of shame showing clearly. That's when he knew.
"So you liked the spa?" he asked.
"Oh my god, yes!" She changed attitude to a bright enthusiasm quite suddenly. "I wanted to talk to you about that. You've been so sweet, Philip, but I feel like I'm taking advantage. You know they do everything?"
"Enjoy it."
"But..."
"What?"
