Veronica felt distinctly uneasy and it was easy to see why. Here she was, clad in what could only pass as a porn version of a bikini -- and about to be paraded in a room full of chinese businessmen.
Not that she was a stranger to her husband's predilection to engineer compromising situations for her, but this was quite honestly audacious even by Tom's standards. Tom had in the past engineered gangbangs for Veronica in karoke bars and dingy spas, but never for more than a few hours; and he was always present to intervene if things got out of hand. No, this was different. Tom wasn't going to be around and she was going to have to rely on her charms if she was going to get through this.
The English brunette was in Shenzhen, mainland china, on the pretext of modeling swimsuits for 3 days. Tom had recently learnt that there was good money to be made in part time modeling for garment manufacturers on the Chinese mainland -- and that young expatriate wives in Hongkong were in particular demand to fuel local Chinese factories wishes to project an international image. Looks weren't important (you didn't have to be stunning but you had to be at least young and presentable) and Tom zeroed in on the rumours of a sleazy underbelly to this industry -- where sexual favours were exchanged for extra money. Tom had centred on Tag Fatt, a small swimwear manufacturer in the city's industrial zone -- whose name he noted has been connected with those rumours. The fact that Tag Fatt required only one foreign model, and that it was not the buying season only served to raise his suspicions that his young wife would not be asked to just model.
She took one last glance at her reflection in the mirror as the Chinese man before her made final adjustments to her lycra garment before she mounted the catwalk. She stood almost a head and a half taller than him and the other 2 chinese girls who were on the same assignment. Unlike the chinese girls she had wide shoulders which sat loosely on a large, full chest. Her chest was long and ran eloquently down to a narrow, shapely waist. Her shape then curved out around a slim set of hips and a perky appetizing rear end. Her legs were very shapely and full and were quite long. More than half her length were her legs. Her whole body was covered in a dark, brown tan with no apparent tan line. Fuk, the factory owner's son who fancied himself as a "designer" (although it seemed to her that his primary motivation was to spend time groping the models) took his time adjusting the suit around her breasts. Veronica pretended not to notice as Fuk's fingers slid under the front panels of her costume, knuckles lightly brushing the tips of her nips, teasing them to peak. Like all Asians, he was particularly fond of Caucasian breasts and clothed as she was, Veronica's were out in the open and they were much bigger than he had previously thought. In her bikini, Veronica's breasts were full and circular and hung with amazing perkiness on her chest. They seemed to be fairly firm but with enough baby fat to allow them to jiggle slightly when the English girl moved. From behind, even squeezed together by her top, he was pleased to see the curvature of each breast peek out from around the brunette's chest.
Veronica's bikini was skimpy to say the least. She wore a white, string bikini - with the twin triangles hardly covering her 34c breasts, covering mostly only her nipples with the lycra material squeezing her breasts together, leaving most of her breasts bare.
She wore a v-cut, French bikini bottom, barely covering the essentials. Her long legs were bare. The cut was very high, showing off most of her ass, and it barely covered her pussy (fully deforested, in case you were wondering ; p) in the front.
Strangely enough (and looking back on reflection) she was nervous but as horny as hell. Why else would her nips be straining through the scanty garment. She glanced down and surveyed herself once more, just to make sure that she had the right effect before going down a makeshift catwalk in the warehouse.
The lights and gaudy Chinese pop assailed her senses as she looked straight ahead walking down catwalk, giving dazzling smile. She couldn't see the audience in the darkened warehouse but suddenly felt very exposed in her outfit -- especially when at the end of the show, she together with the other 2 chinese models was requested to mingle with the guests to allow them to inspect how the garments at closer range. Although all 3 girls were mobbed by about 50 local businessmen, Veronica's foreignness was a huge draw. There were at least 30 men around her, some asking her silly questions (she particularly remember one gent in a brown polyvester suit asking her why she was so tall), while the others grasped the opportunity for a grope.
It was increasingly difficult for Veronica to maintain her smile and reply coherently as the mob grew more adventurous; slipping hands beneath the front panel of her swimsuit to ostensibly inspect the quality of the material -- with anonymous fingers brushing her erect nipples, meanwhile other hands patting her rear. Veronica remained calm and tried to take it professionally, having been in similar situations before, but had to ask one bastard to fuck off when he spread her butt cheeks, probing her cunny lips on the pretence of inspecting how her bikini bottom fit. She was relieved when proceedings were called to an end. It was clear that things would have descended into a free for all before long and she noticed one of the Chinese models was already on her knees desperately trying to hold onto whatever coverage her bikini afforded from groping hands. She never saw her again.
There was a general murmur of disappointment when Fuk suddenly stood up on a chair -- asking everyone to the banquet at the factory canteen. He then went over to her looking displeased, Fuk then came up to her hissing, "why you rude to Dr Poo, him very important man. Him Commissioner!". Sorry, she shrugged it off.
Apart from the requirement to mingle, modeling assignments (as for all business transactions in China, Tom later told her) on the mainland also required attendance at a client banquet after the fashion show -- again in the bikini apparently so that the buyers could continue to see the merchandise.
From what she could recall, the banquet was awful with the "clients" (she was beginning to suspect this merely a ruse for a knees up with totty since they were all Chinese men -- where were the foreign buyers?) getting seriously drunk as they toasted each other with rice wine. Veronica was soon in the midst of it all and as she was coaxed to down yet another glass of the potent brew. The food looked truly awful but were clearly well received by the men who dug into the spicy dishes with relish. Veronica was perplexed at the reception from the gents as each dish was presented. The chinamen would lean forward inspect the dish jabber among themselves in obviously impressed tones and then snigger and laugh while gesturing at her. Then Fuk leaned over taking in an eyeful of tit flesh, saying " man's food. Horse penis. Good for lovemaking" -- aphrodisiacs!
Things went downhill with that revelation. At first she felt nervous, but in her drunken stupor, found perverted pleasure in being barely dressed, drunk and among a group of men quaffing aphrodisiacs, secretly hoping that they would be so excited that they would lay their hands on her body and start molesting her immediately. Her breath quickened even more as she saw the little fat commissioner, the same one she had told to fuck off earlier, staring a little too intently at her -- smiling and munching on a suspicious looking tubular steak as he mentally undressed her.
As Veronica leaned over to inspect to what looked suspiciously like a nine inch willy on one of the platters, Fuk deftly slid a bowl of sauce under her chest, causing her to unwittingly dip a tit into the dish -- which made everyone laugh even more.
"O, fuck, sorry." She said thinking that in her drunken state, she was just being careless -- joining in the laughter. She wasn't as drunk as she made out to be but played along, pretending not to notice as Fuk leaned behind her to undo her bikini straps until it was too late. "Hey" she said protesting playfully, slightly drunk crossing her arms before the garment fell off. "No, no, just want to clean. You all dirty" he said in broken english. She looked down and saw that her bikini was indeed covered in a thick fiery looking sauce.
"C'mon Veronica, don't be shy!" purred Fuk laughing as he prised her arms apart to bare her sauce smeared tits to all present who collectively sighed. Fuk barked an order and two of his buddies grabbed Veronica, each one roughly grasping one of the brunette's arms.
Fuk strode forward and looked down at her then let his hands wander down to lightly brush her full breasts. Veronica gasped and suddenly, his hands went to her undone bikini and with one violent jerk ripped the garment off. His strong hands ran over the exposed tit flesh rolling his sauce smeared thumbs over her nipples and as Veronica struggled they became taut and erect, the aureoles contracting in contact with the stinging chilli sauce. Fuk stood aside to admire his handiwork and let the others in the large room feast on the sight of the white captive's firm round breasts.
"Let me go!" Veronica said, clearly distressed at the sudden turn of events. As she protested, her breasts jiggled as she struggled between the two men holding her tight and Fuk felt his cock throb at the sight. He closed in on her and undid the ties on her bikini briefs, pushing them off her hips they slid down to her ankles and revealed her fully shaved mound. The room roared with laughter as Veronica's face blushed crimson. The fucker on her right began grinding himself against her hip and she could feel his stubby cock hardening under his cheap suit.
She stood completely naked, every eye in the room on her tanned, toned body. "There you go you yellow bastards." she said defiantly, "hope you like what you see". Might as well give them an eyeful, she thought. Shrugging off the two men holding her still, she raised her arms and a slow 360-degree turn displaying her charms; looking each in the eye as she did so. "Bastards!" She muttered, "I hope you all rot in Hell!" Fuk glowered at her and translated it out loud.
