This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, twists and turns, of Asma's sexual journey, will be found by reading the entire series.
Richard was walking from his house on his way to Fratton Park Stadium, the home of his beloved Portsmouth Soccer club, to watch the match against Salford. Normally his mind would be filled with thoughts of the upcoming final. But today he had other things on his mind.
It was about six weeks after his first fuck with the Penang born, Chinese middle-aged mother Ma and he couldn't stop thinking of yesterday and her walking up an aisle in the Sun Hung Chang Asian Grocery, the scene of Richard's first meeting with her. She had her mind on unfinished business and Richard had followed behind watching as with each clattering, tottering step on her five-inch heels taken by his forty-three-year-old Chinese lover, the shortness of her micro mini revealed the base of her firm arse cheeks. Occasionally the pleated skirt flicked up to reveal the red thong jammed in her arse crack. The familiar, old bald owner who was a permanent fixture at the cash register smiled for the first time ever at Richard and made some hand gesture: obviously a Chinese sign that signified, "Are you fucking that woman. I wish I was."
She had morphed into a Triad hitman on a mission when she saw the elegantly, expensively dressed Wendi Deng lookalike, with whom she had argued previously, searching the shelves. She sped to her, stood aggressively next to the mid-thirties Chinese woman and yelled to Richard, "Darling, it's that woman we saw before here. I just had a good look at her and she is older than me, and her tits are fake. I was right."
The woman swore at Ma in Chinese, and it was on. Richard did not know what dialect it was, but the proprietor obviously did because he had stopped his paperwork and was listening intently to the argument and smiling and nodding his head. Richard did recognise that the two had changed to a different dialect. He assumed it was Cantonese as it has the most obscenities and most colourful ones as well of any Chinese dialect, plus the half shouting delivery most Cantonese use when speaking is perfect for abuse.
The Wendi Deng lookalike rapidly slapped Ma three times before Ma managed to grab her hair and pull with all her might causing the lookalike to shriek. She may have been dressed elegantly and sophisticatedly but it didn't stop her from spitting in Ma's face and digging her talons into Ma's tits: tits that were unprotected by the tiny quarter cup bra she had worn to please Richard. As Ma screamed blue murder Richard managed to separate the two who continued their shouting match emphasising points with jabbing fingers. He heard "Xìng dòu" which was one of the few Chinese words he knew, "sexfight". "Could it be possible?", he hoped.
Eventually, the two pulled out their phones, exchanged numbers and took notes. As they left the shop Ma proudly told Richard, that the bitch was a rich Hong Kong businesswoman, her name was Guan Cheung, and that she and Ma would be sexfighting in front of Richard on Saturday week at Guan's apartment. The thought of that was far better than even watching his soccer team in a final.
He was four hundred metres from his house when a Merc S65 v12 sedan, Mercedes's most luxurious model, pulled over and honked to get his attention. Through the tinted window he saw an Asian face with large sunglasses. Probably lost and wanting directions he thought as he approached the stationary vehicle. The window rolled down and he recognised the wealthy Wendi Deng lookalike customer from the Sun Hung Chang Asian Grocery.
"We need to talk,' she said. "Hop in."
Wondering what it was about he did so. Immediately he heard the doors click as they were locked. He thought he was being kidnapped but the Chinese Wendi Deng lookalike, whom he remembered was named Guan, yes Guan Cheung that was it, obviously saw the worried look on his face. "Just taking you for coffee as we can talk longer there."
Richard was about to say no, he had an important soccer match to attend, but the car had accelerated off. He then experienced sheer terror: that of being a passenger in a car driven by an Asian woman. Sudden lane changes without indicating or looking behind, late braking, erratic speed variations, last-minute decisions to turn left or right, plus the additional Cantonese swearing at other drivers who she considered an impediment to her progress.
The Merc screeched to a halt at the exclusive Langstone Quays Resort Hotel, and she hopped out accompanied by a still shaking Richard and handed the keys to the uniformed lackey so he could park the vehicle. They entered the glitzy coffee shop and Richard processed what had just happened and closely observed Guan. She was, he thought, a little younger than Ma: perhaps mid-thirties, and although both women were slim, they were different. Ma's body was soft and almost frail like that of a doe, whereas Guan was toned and sleek like a tiger or jaguar. Ma was plain-faced with long silky hair while Guan was attractive with shorter, stronger hair that had a soft perm through it. He had convinced Ma to dress like a slut, but it seemed to be natural for Guan to do so. She was dressed in a cream blazer dress that barely covered her arse and was open to the waist displaying her jade green camisole.
When he had first seen her in the grocery store, he had thought of her as a Wendi Deng (newspaper and media tycoon Rupert Murdoch's ex-wife) lookalike, but now he realized that was only because her clothes were expensive and sophisticated, though Asian slutty. Examining her up close in detail, he could see that her body was more toned and athletic than Wendi's. Bai Ling sprang into his mind. Yes, she had a similar body to the Chinese woman whom as a google search will show has flaunted her nipples at more red-carpet events than any other woman. As Rotten Tomatoes says in her bio, she "managed to extend her 15 minutes of fame into a long, albeit unpredictable show business career".
Guan interrupted his musings, "You are probably wondering why I stopped you in the street." Richard nodded and she continued, "I wanted to make sure you will be at the sexfight to witness it and be there for me after I win and ride you in front of her till you beg."
