Chapter 43
2nd Friday
I'd left the curtains closed so we could sleep later, but when I finally opened my eyes I saw that Plum was already awake, and watching me. As soon as she saw me blink, she'd plastered her bare body against mine and raised her face for a morning kiss. She murmured a contented little sound as I ran my hand down her back to squeeze a shapely buttock, and nestled closer.
"How do you feel this morning, Plum?"
"Stiff. Still a little sore, but less than last night. Horny, too, remembering it, especially when you took me there on stage before anyone else. Like you were claiming me, then letting the rest of them borrow me for a while. You've let me live out every one of my fantasies now - and made them even better." She stretched luxuriously, arching her back to put her breasts in high relief, then settled in again. "I'm very glad I belong to you."
She slid a hand down and wrapped it around my rapidly hardening cock. "How would you like me this morning, Dave?"
"Aren't you still sore?"
"It doesn't matter. I'm yours - use me how you like!" Her tone was proud and slightly challenging.
I was deliberately firm. "How I would like is to take good care of my little slut. So tell me if you're sore, and I'll decide. My choice, not yours. How sore are you?"
She looked chastened, but I could see the corners of her mouth trying to twitch up in a smile. "Not as sore as it was last night. You really took me hard that last time - I think you pounded me harder than all the other men put together. I loved it, but I really needed that hot soak afterward. A little ache - just enough to remind me - turns me on, but this is more than that." She thought for a moment and added "But it's getting better fast. I should be fine in a few more hours - after lunch, or tonight at the latest."
"So I'll wait until then."
She gave an impish grin "But I've still got two other holes you can use! Which would you like?" She scrambled to her knees and shook her bottom at me, lasciviously licking her lips as she looked back over her shoulder.
I laughed and gave her vulnerable rump a resounding slap. "I love a well-trained whore! Give me your best blow job. If you're not too sore, I'll eat you out afterward."
ooOoo
I was feeling very relaxed and replete as we neared Jim's office. Plum had outdone herself with her blow job and earned a surprisingly large mouthful for her efforts. And I'd done my best to leave her purring from my response. We'd barely had time for a hurried breakfast afterward, but it had been time well spent.
Plum looked excited. She had changed back into her "street clothes" from yesterday - in her case, a thin white tank top that exposed most of the flowering plum branch tattooed on her left shoulder blade and allowed the dark color of her puckered nipples to show through, over a denim skirt short enough to show she was going commando if she sat down. Anyone seeing her on the street anywhere in the Philippines, walking hand in hand with a hulking guy like me, would have no doubt about her profession.
I mentally shook myself. The text message from Jim had said <Sally on board> - now I just needed to stay on script. I shifted the business envelope I carried in my free hand, and mentally reviewed what I intended to say.
As I'd asked, Sally was waiting inside with Jim. She eyed us speculatively; I gave her a slow nod. She gave a quick nod back as she went to hug Plum.
"You two are already married? Really?" sounded delighted, but also slightly hurt.
I answered her before Plum could. "Sally, we didn't know you when we had Jim promise to keep it secret - she just wanted to be another of the girls. And she promised
me
that she wouldn't tell anyone without my approval. They both kept their promises. You're the only other person here who knows, now. Because you deserve to know."
I smiled "Sally, Plum really
is
'Plum Blossom' at home - when she's dancing. And it really does come from her Chinese name. But it gives me great pleasure to introduce you to Susan - not 'Plum' Chow - the love of my life, and my wife for the last two years."
The girls were both a bit teary as they hugged - they really had become amazingly close in less than two weeks.
Jim put us back on track. "Dave, Plum's already worked off part of her original contract. But she still owes us 11 more weeks or 130,000 pesos - that's around $2600 US. Is she worth that to you?"
My voice was firm. "You know she is. This is nothing - she's worth everything I have." I opened the envelope and pulled out the packets of money I'd readied. Each packet had 20 1000-peso bills; I handed over 6, then counted 10 more individual bills into his hand. He made an entry in a ledger, then had Sally witness as he signed her contract over to me.
"Congratulations. For the next 11 weeks, at least, you own our best new girl. I think you're getting a bargain." Sally swatted his shoulder, but she nodded agreement.
He pulled out a second, longer, form. "And this is the contract that she requested. The Governor helped me make sure the legal language is correct. Plum, if you sign this, it's a legal document. You could fight it in court, but if you didn't - and maybe up to your court date even if you did - it could be enforced. I want both of you to read it through and decide if you want to sign it."
She sat in my lap as we reviewed it. I could feel her shiver a little as she read. Some of it was boilerplate, identical to her original contract - work as an "entertainer", debt to be paid off on a per-Diem basis at 1650 pesos per day. The differences seemed relatively minor at first. But unlike the original contract, the per-Diem only applied on the days she actually "worked as an entertainer" - in this context, working as a stripper or bar girl, with days off, and "days otherwise directed by the contract holder" specifically excluded. By itself, it didn't sound too bad, but there were major differences that made it worse. The first was her debt - the amount listed was 6,026,500 pesos. I did a quick calculation - the term was almost exactly 10 years. But the second, even more glaring, was the lack of any prepayment option. If she signed, she would belong to the contract holder for the next decade - even longer if she took even a single day off. Or wasn't allowed to work.
"Plum, you don't have to sign this. I'd be happy to take you home right now without it. I love you, and don't need anything more to prove that you love me."
She sounded a little scared but determined. "This is what I asked for. Exactly what I want."
I shook her lightly. "Plum. Listen to me. It's probably not enforceable in the US, but as long as we're here you'd basically be my slave if you sign that. Maybe you could fight it in court, but you might not win. You're trusting me with everything. I could turn around and sign you over to Jim and you might spend the next decade here. Or even sell you to one of the overseas bars, the ones that scared you - you could spend the rest of your life servicing men in some backwater place that makes Angeles City or Manila look like heaven."
Jim sat stone-faced, but Sally was nodding emphatic agreement. She picked up the argument "Plum, Jim explained why you want this. And why he agreed to help you do it. I think I understand why you're doing this; I'll even support you. But don't do it if you're even a little unsure about how badly you want it - I don't want you to be hurt."
