I looked at the two Vietnamese women opposite me. It made no difference to me which of them obtained the Labor Party support for councillor and Mayor of Brimbank: a municipality of Melbourne with a large Vietnamese population.
As the local numbers man of the party I made party deals ignoring the people involved, and a Vietnamese mayor for the council elected with our support translated into large blocks of Vietnamese voters at the State and Federal level. We had done it previously with other ethnic groups and now it was the Vietnamese's turn. Chew them up and spit them out. That was my motto.
When we sucked that well dry, then maybe the recently arrived Sudanese would have organized themselves sufficiently to be of use to our political machine. Two women. Two different upbringings. Both had arrived as teenage boat refugees and taken different paths to wealth. Designer clothes, shoes and handbags and cosmetic surgery was being flaunted in front of me.
Tu Lan had devoted herself to study and was now a 46 year old surgeon whose wealth came from Vietnamese women's need for cosmetic surgery and the fact that her procedures were not itemized as cosmetic surgery which had no Government refund, but listed as other operating procedures that allowed her clients to claim back up to 90% of the cost. She needed the council support to rubber-stamp the construction of her small boutique private hospital.
Huyen was 40, had left school at 14 after giving up studying to help her mother sew 18 hours a day to meet the quotas of the Vietnamese born, English speaking, middleman who dealt with the department stores and shops. At 18 Huyen became the mistress of a 40-year-old Vietnamese middleman who had learnt his English translating for the USA army and 6 months later she dumped him and started as a middleman herself. Now 90% of the Vietnamese home sewing was channelled through her and she was ruthless.
She squeezed the lowest prices from her sewers, with payments like 30cents a tracksuit top; they provided their thread, she paid late, she put on unreasonable time limits, but she was the only game in town that allowed shops and manufactures to put Australian made labels on clothes that competed with Chinese made prices. But she needed less council work condition checking on home sewers. I looked again over the tops of my specs.
Huyen looked about 30, with her high cheekbones, dark captivating eyes and long black silk like hair just permed enough to give it body and bounce. Her 5ft 3, 32 22 31 body was covered by an Adeline André skin-tight, knee-length black silk crêpe skirt and blazer with a cream camisole. Adeline had began her career in the House of Christian Dior and dressed Parisian actresses and society ladies in her fluid creations, and Huyen preferred her clothes to those of the other 9 Haute Couture houses of Paris.
Even though this outfit was prêt-à-porter and not custom it had still cost Hong Kong dollars 33,5000 ($4300 USA). She went there on her 6 monthly shopping visits as she found they had a larger range in petite sizes than Australia. Her 4-inch heels and sunglasses were Gucci while her large shoulder bag was the Louis Vuitton Vivienne at USA$1500.
Her perfume was Jean-Paul Gaultier Classique (produced by a division of Japan's Shiseido). Prices I could only dream of paying. Tu Lan, the cosmetic surgeon was slightly taller at 5ft 5, with a bigger-bodied figure of 34B 26 33, pixie faced with short feathered hair and similarly dressed in imported clothes, but her choice was the Italian Sorelle Fontana with Gucci accessories, and although her skirt was mid-calf the side split actually showed more of her long legs than Huyen displayed, and she had more of an elegant refined look than Huyen whom I thought had more of an expensive slut look.
For a second I wavered and thought to offer the place to the one who was willing to take my overweight aging body to bed, but I remained loyal to the party creed of not allowing my interference to cause dissent among the ethnic groups. "You must decide between yourselves, then my Party will back you and ensure you win," I stated.
"Time for the Government to hear about your Medicare scam," Huyen stated, "Unless you withdraw." "The only thing I would do for you is to give you the boob job you badly need. Maybe the Government will hear about your flaunting of Union rules with your home sewers," answered Tu Lan. "There's only one way we can decide.
You know I'm known as the contract maker because I settle disputes with my sewers woman to woman with the contract maker. You want to try and be mayor or you want to walk away?" Tu Lan's reply was to lean up and kiss the 40-year-old Vietnamese woman, pressing her lips against Huyen's, their moist lips brushing against each other's. Tu Lan's tongue slowly slid between Huyen's lips again and again.
She accepted the kiss, returning it, her tongue sliding between Tu Lan's lips. Tu Lan took Huyen's right hand in her own and drew it behind her, pressing the younger woman against her tight, mid-calf length skirt, letting her fingers slide over the sheer material of the skirt and feel the firm, warm flesh of Tu Lan's arse through the material. "You feel that. 46 years old and better and tighter than yours?" Tu Lan whispered to Huyen, breaking their kiss, and then sliding Huyen's around her hips and pressed it between the side slit, drawing it up her legs, letting feeling the moist heat between her legs, seeping through the sheer material of her tiny, black thong. "Can you feel how much a woman I am? Let's see how you compare."
With that, Tu Lan slid her free hand down between them and reached under Huyen's skirt and up to cup Huyen's crotch, squeezing her mound lightly and feeling the heat emanating from the other woman's sex. "Let's start," said Huyen, and then kissed her again as she squeezed and massaged the older woman's cunt with one hand while Tu Lan used hers on Huyen.
The two continued kissing, tongues sliding in and out between each other's lips as they fondled each other's cunts through the now sopping material of their lingerie under their skirts. Tu Lan released her hold on Huyen's neck and slid her hand down to slide it gently over her arse-cheeks, cupping and squeezing the toned, firm globes.
Tu Lan moaned happily into Huyen's mouth as she felt her thong pulling up between her cunt-lips, joined by Huyen's finger as the younger woman pressed two fingers forward and entered her digits as far into Tu Lan's pussy as the thin, sopping material would enable it. Tu Lan murmured her pleasure, grabbing Huyen's probing tongue with her lips and sucking her lips back and forth over the other woman's tongue.
