Serendipity.
It was a week after Saanvi had used her black magic to both show off to me and eliminate the threat of another Tantric Baba in her 7 hour sex takeover of the established Black Magic business run by witch doctor woman Mallika (see chp. 5 of this series). To all the Indian women present the long brutal ritual was real. Both Saanvi and Mallika truly believed that Mallika's sex drive and power had been permanently taken from her by Saanvi helped her chelas or assistants, and that It now resided in Saanvi's increased sex drive. And my raw cock bore witness to it as Saanvi was now continually on heat and insatiable.
As I said. Serendipty. Yesterday the answer had flashed in my mind to the thing that had been nagging in my mind and bothering me since Vanya and Priya, in their first sexfight together, had beaten a Vietnamese mother and daughter (see Chp 03 of this series). Mai, the mother, I felt, was somehow familiar and I should know her. But try as I could I couldn't place her. Then yesterday it clicked. She was Mai Dang.
In 2009 she was 33 years old and ranked about 25 in the all Asian World Sexfight rankings which was a great achievement by itself, but in the 2009 Championship she had blown away World number 3 and prior year runner up, the 44 year veteran Fu Hai Shoon from Singapore, and the world 2 and last year's semifinalalist Nha Trung, the young 22 year old Vietamese prodigy, on her way to a contested decision semifinal loss. She was the next Big Thing. But one year later she was being regularly beaten by nobodies back in the local Melbourne scene.
She had been a shooting star: bright but short lived. Some said she had early menopause, others it was her husband's desire for 18 to 21 year old Massage parlor girls, while others blamed it on the drugs, which they said hyped her up in 2009 or that it was her twin who fought in 2009 not her. The list of reasons went on but after a few months she was yesterday's news and forgotten.
Then as I said, serendipity. The day after I remembered who she was I was parking my BMW (well actually my 2 BMW as the chassis and engine numbers came from a purchased insurance write off and the resprayed body, interior and mechanicals from a stolen 1 year old model. I had Hiep and his chop shop boys looking for a newer model for me at present) when I saw Mai entering a small steam pressing and ironing shop. I nearly didn't recognize her dressed in a cheap baggy track suit and doing that sort of job in Richmond, not swanning around in her luxury suburb of Malvern. I looked twice but it was her.
Home sewing was bad enough but when they took the finished garments to a steam shop for pressing it was worse: humid, noisy, pressure from the boss due to his low margin and dangerous work as the clothes were steam pressed to immaculate newness for the retail shops. I continued on and met with my client, but that night did some thinking.
I had already lined up 2 of my current clients to be involved in my latest project: the Indian sex club I had named The Subcontinent Railway Sex Club with its 14 Indian female founding members. They were Ying Lu, a 42 year old wealthy Chinese from Shanghai who ran clothing factories in Brunswick using illegal Chinese immigrants as cheap labor, and the plastic surgery enhanced 28 year old Korean beautician Ga Yoon Pak. Both of them were attracted by the thought of gaining access to a new market; the large Indian population in Melbourne plus the sex the club offered, while my Club members would get very cheap pricing on their products, and would not feel threatened by having some International gold pass members as they would have been from new Indians joining and getting gold passes equivalent to theirs.
I also had arranged for a Sudanese I knew from the local council flats Nyandeng Chol who was 45 and 5ft 11 180 pounds to be involved. Thanks to the Labor party seeking out minority group support so that they could use branch stacking to preselect preferred candidates she was on the local council. This gave me special access to and protection from, local council regulations. Plus, her sons and friends, when not in prison, would provide the local muscle on the street to protect those attending the club functions.
The police connections I needed came from Ruth's dogging encounter with the Filipina senior constable, Dalisay Ocampo, (see ch 4 of this series), but I still needed access to the Japanese tourist market and a sexfight coach to round out the club. And here was the opportunity to obtain the last. Next morning, I parked near the ironing shop and watched an obviously unhappy Mai wearily trudge into the side entrance of the shop, steam billowing out as she opened the door. I followed her but was quickly accosted by a moustached Vietnamese worker. I ignored him and told a surprised Mai we were leaving.
Things quickly deteriorated and despite my blustering that I was a council inspector I was ordered to leave. I continued to argue but suddenly there was a screech of brakes and two young Vietnamese youths burst in with their side satchels over their shoulders. I was ready to go then as I knew they would be carrying meat cleavers in those satchels and they were the local security.
Then a slightly older, better dressed Viet entered: the boss of the hired muscle. "What's the trouble, Huang?" he asked the owner in Vietnamese.
"This fucker is causing trouble. Teach him a lesson."
The muscle's boss turned to me and a smile spread across his scarred face.
"Uncle," he cried and embraced me.
It was my godson Hieu, son of one of my first Vietnamese clients whose house I had helped finance when his lack of income from a non illegal tax paying job stopped him getting a bank loan.
After some words to the owner. Hieu escorted Mai and me to my car, nudging me suggestively as his eyes glanced at Mai. After Hieu left Mai was not appreciative. She turned on me. "Now you have cost me my job. How will I pay the rent, and no I'm not going to sexfight those Indian bitches again with my daughter because I have been kicked out of my Malvern home."
She dissolved into tears. Thirty minutes later I had her at a coffee shop in exclusive Toorak, the suburb adjoining her old neighborhood Malvern. On the drive over she was pleasantly surprised to find out that I knew of her exploits in the All Asian sexfight league from 10 years ago, and even more surprised that I had attended her long dildo fight with, and defeat of, the Singaporean veteran with a lifetime 9998 win, 12 loss scorecard to put her out and Mai into the semifinal.
At first reluctantly, then more openly she told what had happened after that final. Yes her menopause had come early, but she had returned to Melbourne to find her husband with not one, but four young mistresses, and that he was financing another woman, her best friend, in her attempt to gain entry into the top 100, while claiming her overseas fights were too taxing on his finances and she would have to finance them herself by betting on her matches.
And finally, her best friend challenged and beat her in a sexfight in front of her husband, and she only found out later that her husband had been administering sex repressive drugs secretly to Mai before the fight. Mentally she lost the will to fight and became an easy beat even for unknown local fighters. Finally her daughter Xuan had told the husband a one sided version of the events of the sexfight with Priya and Vanya, (see chp. 03), painting herself as the victim and Mai of betraying her daughters' heroic efforts and then encouraging the Indians to take their victory on Xuan not Mai. She was thrown out.
But he was no fool. He had a watertight prenup her lawyer had told her. She got nothing. Mai showed me the prenup from her the documents on her phone. What the fuck. It was my top level version, originally drawn up by me to protect Aussies bringing Filipina wives here. How had he got it? Further inquiries revealed the best friend was Thien a Vietnamese woman whom I had selected, trained, paid for her Accounting degree and then employed. And who was so annoyed I would not leave my wife at that time for her that she left my Accounting business taking with her with most of my Vietnamese customers and nearly forcing me out of business. Plus, it now looked as though she had also raided my files.
