The Business Card

Just inside the hotel room, on the linoleum tile past the door, there sits a small card. On the card is a sensual picture of a young woman in lingerie. The card has a phone number printed across the bottom. A business card for the oldest profession in the world.

William and Li Shang enter the room, her first, then him, luggage trailing behind. He stops, picks up the card, hardly thinking about it, and sets it on the night stand.

The room itself is small but it really is gorgeous. Freshly painted, new everything, a brand new hotel that just opened. Wide windows overlook bustling Chongqing streets. Past some high rise apartment buildings, flow the gray waters of the Yangtze River.

A large bed sits against the wall to the right. There's an odd assortment of decorations on the shelf beside the tv, including a small philosopher's stone and a bronze Buddha and an incense burner.

Afternoon light cuts across the floor and foot of the bed lighting the room to a satisfactory level without a single light turned on. Li Shang pulls the curtains closed. Light filters in despite her effort. She doesn't mind.

They set their bags aside, laughing, there is some light touching as they take off their shoes and pants and shirts and then climbed under the sheets and come together and press their bodies close.

He kisses her lips, then her neck, works his way down to her clavicle. His hands grip her waist, holds her tight. He whispers in her ear, "What's your mood?"

"We're on vacation, we can do whatever we want."

"Anything?"

"Yeah, anything."

"I was thinking..." He stops.

"What are you thinking?"

He looks away. Then back at her. Then he takes the business card off the nightstand and fiddles with it.

She freezes, then says, "Seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously." he smiles. "We've talked about it a bunch. Let's do it."

"Now?"

"What better time?"

"Aren't you a little nervous?"

"Yeah."

She gives him a playful slap. "It was your idea!"

They're silent some time. Both considering the ramifications of what they were considering. Then Will says. "I love you. I don't want to do anything to hurt you."

"I'm glad to hear you say that." She pats his chest. "I love you too, and I want you to be happy. But won't you won't be a little bit jealous?"

"Maybe." Then, "You?"

"I don't think so," she says slowly.

He holds the card out again. "Then what do you say?"

She takes the card. "Let's do it."

"We're doing it."

Her grin is sudden and lights up her eyes. "I want to get in the mood first, before I make the call. Is that alright?"

"Of course." Will knows his wife well. He knows what she needs. They would take this at her speed.

She takes her tablet from her bag, thumbs it on and flips through the videos. At last she picks one that appeals to her, or maybe she picks one that she thinks will appeal to him. And she lays on the bed and curls in the crook of his shoulder and they watch it together.

The video is four Asian women in a hotel room. They pair off and make out. Then they start fucking. After some time, they trade and then trade again so that every combination comes up. Then they return to their initial pairings for the big finish. The video is a bit of everything. Fingering. Tribbing. Oral. Strap on.

As Will watches, he grows hard. Shang reaches down and grabs his member and pulls. His breath quickens. His hand slips between her thighs and strokes her sweet spot until she's wet.

"I'll make the call," Li Shang says, low and husky.

Will nods.

"What are you in the mood for?"

A pause. "I'm not sure how to answer that."

"Tall, short? Big breasts? A school girl uniform? What would you like?"

He considers it. Then says, "She should know some English. I'd like to be able to talk to her. And wearing a cheongsam. I think they're sexy."

His wife picks up the business card and makes the call. The conversation goes longer than he expects and it's all in Mandarin of course so he can't understand a word. But he knows she's booking two prostitutes. One for him and one for her.

When the call ends, the husband and wife take a shower and put on clean underwear then fool around some on the bed while they wait. The sun sets. The room gets gradually darker.

They are entwined on the bed, kissing, when the doorbell rings. Shan pulls on a shirt and goes to the door.

There is some talking in Chinese between them when they come back into the room.

Will sees the two prostitutes. Both women. One is short and petite, dressed in a sleeveless white cheongsam and high heels and a silver bracelet. Her long hair is held back in a bun with a pair of pins. The other woman is tall and thin and dark complexion. She wears a military uniform, camo top and cargo pants and an olive hat with a red star in the middle and a PLA flag pinned on her collar.

Shan and the other two women speak for some time. Will waits patiently. After the initial pleasantries, the small woman sits on the bed beside him and takes his hand. Then the tall soldier takes Shang's hands and brings them to her mouth and kisses them. Shang blushes.

Shang puts a hand on his arm and says to him, "We'll be in the next room."

"You're not staying here?"

She shakes her head. "I'm doing this for my pleasure, not yours. I don't want you watching."

He nods his understanding. "Enjoy."

"You too."

And then she leaves, hand in hand with her lover, and he is alone in some anonymous hotel room in central China with a trim little prostitute.

And here the story splits.

Will had never been with a prostitute before. Strippers a couple of times back in the States (who hasn't) but never a prostitute. "Hey." Lame! But that's all he can think to say.

"Hey yourself." She takes her shoes off, sets them aside, sets her purse on the table, and then she returns to the edge of the bed. The hem of her dress rides high on her thigh showing a length of smooth white skin.

She looks up at him with mascara rimmed eyes, bats long eyelashes. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

He nods, works saliva into his mouth. "Very pretty."

"You're nervous."

"Yeah."

"Let's undress and get in bed. We can kiss first and see what feels comfortable."

He nods again.

"Help me with this." She stands and turns. He unzips her dress down to her the small of her back. She slips it off her shoulders, letting him see her flesh.

She rolls her shoulders, an invitation. He runs his hands down her arms then moves to her back. He pecks her shoulders with little kisses. As he kisses her, his fingers slip under her panties and grab soft flesh.

Then she lets the dress drop to the floor, showing thin legs and a narrow waist and hips and then she steps free.

She turns around letting him get an eye full of her and then she faces him, a coy smile on her lips. His eyes linger on her body. She's slim with light skin and small breasts. Her waist and hips are narrow. Her face is heart shaped with high cheek bones and delicate features, small eyes, small nose, finely sculpted lips.

He takes her head in his hands and kisses her on the mouth. She leans into him. And he falls into that kiss and enjoys the sweet mystery of this woman.

Then her bra drops to the floor. She stands naked before him. Her breasts are small teacups, small dark nipples, a small patch of black hair between her legs.

And the two climb under the sheets.

The sun dips below the buildings and the room is suddenly very dark.

Laying under the covers, they continue kissing, timidly at first, nerves, something holds him back. They separate. Their hands on each other. His on her waist. Hers on his chest. She looks him in the eye.

"Your first time paying for it?"

He nods.

"Your wife is very beautiful," she says. Then, "So why do you want to be with me?"

He considers the question. "I haven't been with many women. Just one before my wife."

"And you want more?"

"I came to China to have an adventure. I still want that."

"So I'm an adventure for you?"

"You're the fling I've never had."

"Anonymous sex."

"Doesn't have to be. What's your name?"

"Vina."

Vina presses her lips against his. Then the kiss becomes a flurry of nibbles. She bites his lip, pulls. Her hand slips between his legs and grab his member, stroke it, slow, gentle pulls. His hands move to her breasts, massage them.

Then she takes his chin and leads him to her breasts. He tastes her sweet skin, her dark nipples on tiny mounds of flesh. He flicks it with his tongue, then licks it, then pulls it deeper into his mouth.

She lays back, pulls him to her. Her head rolls back against the pillow. He mounts her. Her legs wrap around him. His member is hot and hard against the inside of her thigh. He pushes the tip against those lips, wet and smooth and delicious. She shudders beneath him. Then he slips effortlessly inside her. She cries out.

And at that very moment, in the next room, Shang is lying face down on the bed. She's already naked, her eyes are closed, her body is relaxed beneath the hooker's massage. She hears the cry through the thin walls. The sound of the other woman her husband is fucking.

The hooker's fingers kneed the muscles along Shang's spine, working out the tension and the pressures of life. Her hands are deft, her fingers long and supple and strong, perfect for a good massage.

Shang hears a series of moans from the other room, each one long and low. She hears some muffled words. She strains to make it out, but only catches, "amazing," again and again. At least, that's what she thinks the other woman is saying.

Aroused, unable to hold back any longer, she rolls over and smiles up at the hooker. She grabs the other woman's head and crushes her mouth with hers. It's electric. She leans into the kiss, devouring those full lips, not daring to open her eyes, not trusting herself not to blush.

Then those perfect lips break contact and move down to her neck and then to her chest. When they reach her nipples, Shang can't control herself. She moans. The woman's tongue flicks the nipple. Fingers trace a pattern on the inside of her thigh, they move up toward her crotch. Shang shudders in anticipation of what's to come.

Before Shang is completely ready, the woman mounts her. The woman's body is smooth and soft and not calloused or hairy. It is incredible having a woman between her legs. Again. She hasn't been with a girl in years.

Noses touching, the hooker whispers, "What would you like?"

Shang, breathing heavy, "Tribbing first, then oral."

A grin, "You know what you want."

"I watch lesbian porn with my husband."

"That's not the real thing."

"I know. But I want it anyway." Then she says, "Stop talking and fuck me."

Song Xiaomei moves so that she straddles one of Shang's thighs, the hooker gets to her knees, Shang's other leg sticks straight up in the air. Her calf rests against the woman's breasts.

Crotches crash together. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. The hooker kisses her foot, her calf. Hands run the length of her thigh. Now slick with sweat. It is warm pleasure pouring through her veins; without any pain, without the coarseness of a man. Their slick bodies rub together in a soft blend of flesh. This is a whole-body experience.

Shang bites her lower lip, but again, she cries out. This time its loud.

Through the hotel's walls Will hears his wife's sudden cry. He is propped up on his hands, looking down at the prostitute beneath him. He's fully inside her listening to her heavying breathing and to the sudden cry of lovemaking in the next room.

He lowers himself. His chest against her breasts. Two bodies blend together. Arms wrap around his shoulders. Will slams harder into the small woman beneath him, thrusting as Vina lay gasping beneath him. Now he is unrelenting, hungry for an orgasm. Thrusts come faster now, faster and harder than before.

He listens to his wife in the next room, to the sound of her being pleasured by another woman. He hears a muffled moan, as if she is biting her lower lip to keep from crying out. This time longer than before.

This goes on for some time. He feels sweat form between their chests, run between her breasts. He kisses her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone. He hears his wife on the other side of the wall crying out louder now.

Shang isn't aware she is being so loud. Xiaomei is rubbing her crotch against Shang's, long, slow, hard, drawn out, strokes. Then she goes faster. Each time picking up speed, letting off the pressure. Fast and faster.

Then the shock of the orgasm crashes over Shang, from crotch to core to limbs, all the way out to her toes and fingertips. She shudders under the woman's touch, then the hooker dismounts and they lay side by side. They lay that way for some time. Cuddling. Coming down from her endorphin high.

"Was that how you wanted it?" Xiaomei asks.

"Still no talking," Shang says.

And so, they lay in silence, Shang enjoying the loopy post coital bliss, listening to the moans through the wall.

In the other room Will continues slamming into Vina. She moans with each thrust. He is breathing hard.

At last, he explodes inside her. His hips continue flexing, pumping the last bit inside her. He pulls out, rubs his member against her thigh, the smooth flesh slick with sweat.

Then he rolls off and lays on his back, Vina pools in his shoulder. Her hand is on his chest. His arm around her shoulders.

He hears nothing from the other room.

After some time of breathing hard and just lying there in silence, Vina finally asks, "What else would you like?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know?" He can hear the smile in her voice.

"What are you good at?"

"I'm good with my mouth."

"Show me."

So she moves down and grabs his member with one petite hand. She coaxes him hard. Her other hand traces the bend where butt and leg meet. Then she puts her lips around the tip of his manhood. Her tongue rubs against it.

He shudders.

Then she moves lower, taking more of him into her. Her mouth works over his sensitive skin. And she starts sucking as if drinking him in. He feels the gentle pressure of tongue and mouth and lips.

He grows steadily towards an orgasm. He tenses. Feeling it coming. But before he comes, she withdraws. His wet member stands at attention, throbbing, eager.

It starts to deflate. But before he is completely soft, her hand is once more stroking him back to full strength. Then her mouth once more is on the tip and then the sucking returns.

His fingers tangle in her hair, holding her head. He hears a long cry through the thin walls.

In that other room Xiaomei has her face to Shang's womanhood. There is some licking, fat wet strokes. Then some detail work, gentle licks against the delicate ball of silk.

Shang lets out another moan, long and loud. She savores each subtle variation, each slight change.

Lips and tongue work her over. The hooker grips her waist, pins her, while Shang's legs wrap around her shoulders and hook behind her back. Then the hooker inserts her tongue. The pleasure is deeper now. She drowns under the incoming tide of pleasure.

After a long and gradual build, Shang climaxes for the second time that night. The pleasure starts at her crotch and moves out through her body, to her arms and legs. She trembles at the steady rolling orgasm. She bits her lower lip. Her hands grip the bedsheets. Her head rolls back on the pillow, smacks the headboard.

Will, on the other side of that wall, hears his wife's head hit the headboard.

After several cycles of building up and easing off, he can feel the orgasm is almost upon him. Only this time she doesn't back off, she blows softly on his member.

Vina sucks furiously. This time not slackening off. This time not pacing herself. She works him fast and hard. Pulling more and more of him inside her, deeper down her throat, until he explodes.

He grunts, then smacks his headboard.

She swallows, comes up and a moment later she is lying beside him and they're cuddling.

"Does your wife do that?"

"No."

"I gave you an adventure." And then they kiss again, its gentle now.

Xiaomei lays beside Shang. Both breathing hard from the exertion. They had made love long into the night. And now they hold one another in a tight embrace. Then the hooker lights a couple of cigarettes and passes one over. Shang takes a drag then exhales.

In that deepening darkness, Shang speaks to the woman lying beside her. "You're everything I want to be," she says. "You're tall and strong and handsome." She looks at the discarded military uniform folded on the chair. "You live in a man's world, but you make it yours." Then. "I could easily fall in love with you."

The androgynous hooker smiles that charming smile of hers. "A lot of girls love me."

"And I bet you use them up and toss them away."

The woman cups Shang's chin in her hand. "There are some few I will remember forever."

"You always know just what to say." And the two kiss a long and passionate kiss.

Then Shang picks up the phone and calls the front desk and orders a bottle of wine and two glasses. Then she thinks about it and orders another bottle and another two glasses for the room beside hers.

The two pairs of lovers drink and smoke and kiss and talk about their lives and enjoy each other's warmth until the morning light splashes in through the window. Then the two prostitutes get up and dress and they leave and the wife goes back to her husband and they fall asleep holding one another tight.

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Author's note

This story is an experiment in form. I wrote a present tense story in which I'm not recounting past events, I'm telling you what is happening now in the moment. I hope this makes the story more immediate and consequently hotter.

Also, I have two set of lovers in adjacent hotel rooms. I use the sounds as a literary mechanism to change point of view to the person in the other room.

She makes a noise that he hears through the wall and I use that to transition to the other room and his wife making that noise, then he makes a noise and we come back to him.

So even though this is a quickie, I'm get right to the sex, a wham bam thank you ma'am, I hope my readers can enjoy the technical aspects of the craft in addition to the actually encounter that is being depicted.