Final Flu Shanghai Ch 14

Ping's heart skipped a beat when he saw the man walk into the lobby with two new unbelievably gorgeous women on his arms. The hotel manager kept his face professional, careful to avoid staring at his guests. Anyway, he knew he could stare at these two new women later on the security camera footage from the lobby, the elevator, and the hallway outside the penthouse. And he certainly would. They were so unbelievably hot. Like all the others. There were so many of these women visiting penthouse B, and just this one man. It had been a parade of insanely hot gorgeous women going in and then later coming out looking so blissful, so satisfied, happier than he had ever seen anyone.

Who was this guy? Ping was obsessed with him, fantasizing about what was going on up there, imagining he really was doing the impossible and fucking all of these women. He'd seen many rich playboy types like this before, but almost never with women quite this beautiful, and absolutely never on anything close to this scale. Three or four normally, once in a while just a few more. Because who could do more than that? What would be the point? Not a hundred. He hadn't counted yet, but he had been collecting and studying the security camera videos, and he was sure it was well over a hundred different women. And all so gorgeous. Lovely sweethearts, not just hot bodies. Way beyond what was possible with call girls. Breathtakingly beautiful women.

In Ping's mind, this guy was a fucking legend, an absolute superhero playboy sex god, and his imagined exploits would forever be the focus of Ping's fantasies. He almost didn't want to know more; the truth had to be something much more boring than his impossible fantasy. Probably they were using the penthouse for model casting or something like that.

Ping watched the three of them step onto the elevator. Then he heard a woman's voice from near the entrance call out, "Jim!"

The man stopped and held the elevator for three more gorgeous women to join him. Ping finally knew at least his first name. As was often the case with these secretive playboy types, the penthouse wasn't booked under his own name. He watched as Jim shook hands with two of the three women, seeming to be meeting both of them for the first time. They looked out of breath. Maybe they had been running; they were wearing running clothes. Their eyes were wide, staring at Jim and holding onto his hand a little too long. What the hell was going on with this guy?

Ping hurried back to his office, eager to check the camera footage. On the live view they were already getting out of the elevator and heading for the penthouse. God damn they were gorgeous, all five of those women. Just unbelievably hot bodies. He couldn't even decide which one was hottest. After they disappeared inside the penthouse, he pulled up the elevator camera and rewound to watch them. They were making out! Almost immediately when the elevator closed, all five of those women were all over him, grinding and groping and kissing madly, especially the two he had just met seconds before!

Holy shit, maybe it was true. His fantasy, his wildest imagination of what was going on up there with all these women, maybe it really was happening. What a rockstar, what a legend. In his own hotel. Ping knew then that penthouse B would forever be hallowed ground to him. After they checked out tomorrow he'd visit it, he knew. He'd walk through every room, reverently imagining all the impossibly hot things that must have happened in every part of it. And then he'd jerk off all over that place.

He rewound the elevator camera to where Jim was holding the elevator for the three newcomers. There was a good view of one of their faces when she met him. He watched it four times in a row, increasingly amazed the closer he watched. He had never seen anything like her reaction to him. That gasp, those wide eyes, and then her face filling with desire, her eyes so intense, suddenly so full of lust. She was squirming in place as she clung to his hand. Oh my god, he thought, she just met him, and she wants him so much. Who the fuck is this guy? He was decent looking, but nothing special. Was he famous? Ping didn't recognize him.

He did a quick search for guests named Jim or James and found there were two currently staying at the hotel, one on the sixth floor and the other on the ninth. Neither of them had last names that sounded familiar. He tried searching their names but found nothing, nobody obviously rich or famous anyway. He pulled up hallway security cameras from those two floors and after about ten minutes he found him, that same guy going alone into that ninth floor room by himself this morning. Gotcha, he thought. Now he had the man's full name. His room was on a corporate card for an accounting firm. And after searching with the company name together with the man's full name, he found him on LinkedIn, recognizing his picture. He was just a regular accountant, it seemed. Not a millionaire playboy. What the hell?

Ping then rewound further on that ninth floor hallway camera and eventually found some video from Sunday night, with Jim outside his hotel room door looking in and two women in bathrobes hovering close by his side. Then he said something to them and they crowded in close to him while several bare arms reached out from inside the hotel room to pull him in, and seconds later Jim and the two women had disappeared inside. Ping rewound and watched it again, frame by frame. There were at least two women reaching out to him from inside the room. For a few frames he could clearly see one of them in profile as she pulled him in. She was nude. And then a few minutes later, six more gorgeous women knocked on his door and entered. And then a little later eleven women left together, absolutely glowing with satisfaction, giddy, giggling, radiating joy. They parted at the elevator after a lot of joyful hugs, the two wearing bathrobes riding up to penthouse B and the rest going down to the lobby and leaving the hotel.

He got out his USB drive to copy the new video files. He already had so many on that same drive, of women arriving and leaving the penthouse. But these new ones were particularly hot because they showed Jim with them. God, that elevator footage was so wild, and so was that new scene with him being swarmed into his room by lust-crazed gorgeous women.

He got an error message. The file failed to copy. He re-opened the source folder to try again. The file wasn't there. Then as he watched, files were disappearing from his USB drive. What the fuck? He yanked his USB drive out quickly. The error message about unsafely ejecting a drive popped up for a moment, then seemed to dismiss itself on its own.

He saw his mouse cursor moving by itself. It opened up a text editor. He saw words appear in formal Mandarin. "Li-Ping, you are a respected and discrete hotel manager, and a loyal party member. You would be wise to put that USB drive back in, and then not speak of this."

He gulped. Chills down his spine. Not just a playboy. A connected one. State security, probably. Not mere hackers or private security. The formal language, the mention of the party, and they knew the legal name nobody called him. Terror gripped him and his hand shook as he returned the USB drive to the computer, then watched as all the precious video files he had collected of Jim's conquests disappeared.

"I am so sorry," he said out loud. "I didn't know. I will never speak of it."

Immediately, an answer began to appear in the text editor. "Apology accepted. No harm done. You know now. Do not investigate these people further. We will be watching you."

Jim was sitting in the middle of the couch, savoring the anticipation and extreme sexual tension of being surrounded by twelve gorgeous women desperately lusting after him. What a thrill it was to just sit there, just wait, just let the anticipation and desire build and build. Ten of them were at maximum fertility already. In Sooyoung's case, that was wonderful; her body still wasn't in a hurry to get fertile for him. He could just take his time and play with her, maybe keep her all week. The other one not fertile yet was Bingyang, that stunningly gorgeous hottie he had recruited from the sidewalk minutes ago. Her body just hadn't had time yet, but he knew it was working hard to get ready.

There were five others he had just met, all now squirming with lust as they processed their overwhelming desire to give themselves to him and bear his children. They of course were all fertile because they had been recruited by others hours ago, giving their bodies time to get ready. Or giving those creepy fleshy pods more time to get ready. Jim suppressed that thought, again actively seeking to distract himself and not allow an idle moment for those thoughts to creep in. The excitement of hunting for and finding Bingyang had been a perfect distraction, and now savoring the growing mutual lust with these twelve again made it easy to not think about any of that. Also, seeing just how rare Bingyang's beauty was among the hundreds of random women on the rush-hour streets had made him more fully appreciate how high their standards had now gotten, and how special all the girls they were now recruiting for him were. They were fucking goddesses, all of them. And they all would soon be his.

Liena's two recruits she introduced him to in the elevator were now pressed close against him from either side, one teasingly stroking his thighs while the other caressed his chest. They were runners like Liena, one a freshman on her cross-country team named Song, and the other a former teammate named Luan who graduated two years ago. They were insanely hot, easily in Bingyang's league, the kind of girls you could see once for a few seconds and never forget, or wish you'd never forget. Liena had explained that they couldn't stay long because they had to go volunteer soon at a 5k, passing out water and white cards to runners. Remembering Liena's incredible body and looking over her two gorgeous shapely tight friends as they squirmed and stared at him in the elevator, Jim had thought this was a fantastic idea. More runners. Fuck yes. That thought had thrown his desire into an even higher gear, and soon after the elevator doors closed he had pulled the two stunned strangers in for kisses that turned into a madly passionate makeout session on the elevator ride up to the penthouse.

The other three new recruits were already in the penthouse when they arrived. They were elite athletes recruited by Qiao: an olympic diver named Gong, an olympic volleyball player named Hsio-Yen, and a Tai Chi master named Jiao. They were all intense, driven competitors like Fen, and all of that intensity was now driving a newfound purpose as they sat across from him on the other couch with Bingyang, the fierce lust in their eyes taking his breath away every time he looked at their beautiful faces.

Next to them on a loveseat were the last two Swedish girls he met this morning, Birgitta and Katja. What a thrill it had been to see those angels when he arrived at the penthouse, those otherworldly slender blond elfin beauties. They had explained they weren't in the wedding party, so they didn't need to get back in time for the rehearsal dinner, which meant they could stay an extra day and still make it to Sophie's sister's wedding. And, he knew, it also meant they'd be recruiting for him for the next few days before he arrived for that three hour stop in Sweden on his way home. God, what a sexy thought that was. More Swedish girls. Hell yeah.

Half an hour before their flight's boarding time, Birgitta and Katja had suddenly decided to stay. It was too late to get their luggage back. By that time, several hours after they had met him, their aching need for him was so strong that they didn't even think about their bags until after they were out of the airport. They had texted their friends asking them to pick up their bags in Stockholm. Then they didn't know what else to say to those poor girls to console them, just settling for a lame-sounding "hang in there." They knew the torture their friends were in for. It was almost unimaginable now, the thought of feeling like this for days, of having to wait until Saturday to give themselves to Jim, constantly thinking about him, constantly wet, squirming, clenching hard on the empty space where his cock belonged until their aching pussy muscles couldn't clench anymore. But Sophie, Annika, and Evelina were strong women. And they knew he was coming for them. They already had the flight tickets they'd need to get into the airport Saturday to meet him, for flights to Berlin that they wouldn't take. They'd get through it somehow.

Waiting at his penthouse had been torture, despite how wonderfully welcoming everyone was. It was amazing how close they felt to all these women, like they were all sisters. And they all seemed to understand what Birgitta and Katja were going through as they sat there all afternoon craving him. But now, finally, here they were together, at last just a few feet away from this sex god who they knew would soon take them, conquer their bodies, and breed them, along with all these other insanely hot conquests-to-be who were now fawning over him. And he was waiting, not doing it yet. It was obvious that he knew he could have them all, anytime he wanted. But he was just letting everyone's desire build higher and higher. This new form of torture was sweeter though, and it was all so worth it. It was so fucking intensely exciting, so right, and they knew it would all happen so soon, as soon as he couldn't stand waiting any longer. They stared at him, stunned by the power of their desire, pouring it into their eyes whenever he looked their way, their pussies so wet for him, their wombs so fertile for him. They were ready whenever he was. So very ready.

Jim's arms were stretched out on the back of the couch, past the two runners cuddling him, his left hand caressing Xin Yan's face as if to confirm that she was really real. She was. That unbelievably gorgeous girl he'd seen this morning through the coffee shop window was real, really right here with him, and so fucking hot for him, pressing herself against his every caress of her face, neck, and shoulders. As mind-blowing as it was to touch Xin Yan, his right hand was having even more fun on the other side caressing Sooyoung, making her moan and squirm so sexily, just like her twin sister Soomin.

He leaned his head back and opened his mouth for another bite. His two new chefs were there standing behind him, ready to feed him delicious appetizers, every bite a new delight, their food making love to his mouth as their eyes promised so much more.

Leaning back and savoring his bite, he also saw Chao-Xing's head peek over the railing at the top of the stairs. She had agreed to go up and rest so she'd be recharged when the real party started in an hour and a half, her body and especially her tongue rested and ready to help pleasure and prepare his conquests, but apparently she hadn't been able to resist checking on them. She was so turned on. He could see the rhythmic movements of her arm although her hand was out of view, and anyway he could just see it in her eyes, she was pleasuring herself as she watched them.

Across from him, Jiao, who had been giving him a footrub, was now parting her legs and scooting forward to bring his foot under her skirt. He felt her warm slick sodden panties pressing on the top of his foot as she squirmed against him. Her movements were so sexy, so sensual, so graceful, so perfectly controlled. Somehow she was turning this lewd brazen act of masturbating herself on his foot into Tai Chi, into exquisite slow-motion martial art. It was fucking hot as hell, filling his head with visions of what else she could do so artfully in slow fluid motion with that ageless limber body and that exquisite control.

The runners snuggled next to him were creeping their fingers closer and closer to his straining erection, their faces nuzzling his neck, almost kissing him, their excited breath hot on his skin. Gong, copying Jiao, now had Jim's other foot under her as well. There were no words now. Nobody seemed able to speak. There were just gasps and moans.

He surveyed the scene again in wonder. Chenguang was doing the same thing, her eyes burning with predatory excitement, gazing around at all these gorgeous presents she would soon get to help him unwrap and play with. She was standing behind the couch opposite him and had been giving Hsio-Yen a backrub, but had pulled the girl back upright and was now reaching over her to lightly caress her upper chest, slowly letting her fingers slip slightly under her shirt onto the swell of her breasts.

Copying Chenguang, Jim trailed his own fingers down from Sooyoung's face and neck, delighting in the familiar feel of the skin of her upper chest and the way she squirmed and pushed herself toward his fingers, moaning out her pleasure. He knew that body so well. He was so fucking addicted to it. He could make her come so easily, about a dozen ways. Another Soomin. Oh my god, the things he would do to her.

Xin Yan had taken his other hand and brought it to her lips, and he felt her take his finger into her mouth, swirling her tongue on it.

His throat was tight, his whole body tense and tingling with desire. The air was so thick with tension, the smell of their wetness so strong he could taste it. He was using all of his self control to draw this out, to let the tension just build and build. It was dizzying, the very air seeming to throb with it, waves of higher and higher lust. Soon it would have to break. Wouldn't it? Could he possibly want anything more than he wanted each and every one of them right now? And yet it kept rising.

Then there was a knock on the door. He groaned and they all disentangled themselves and scooted slightly apart. He drew his two bare damp feet back across the coffee table and scooted back up fully upright.

The two newcomers were of course gorgeous women, and they were strangers. He heard them introducing themselves to Leizu, Liena, Qiao, and Susu in the kitchen. Wing-Chung was a linguistics professor and Cao was a computer science professor specializing in cryptography. Both had just arrived in town from elsewhere in China to join an interdisciplinary research project. They said they couldn't stay for dinner, but their colleagues had said to stop by here before returning to the lab so they could meet someone named Jim who would introduce them to the codebreaking challenge they'd be helping with. Liena led the two over to meet him.

He adjusted his pants to hide his erection as best he could, then rose to shake their hands.

Wing-Chung gasped and stared as he met her eyes. He was captivated, stunned by her ageless beauty, her indescribably lovely and sweet round face, and above all those eyes. Those gorgeous, wise, soulful, kind eyes. He was filled with thoughts of what it would be like to look into those eyes when he took her, when he made her come, or when those eyes filled with joy at the knowledge she was bearing his offspring.

She was still clinging to his hand. She looked down at his crotch and stared at it for a long moment, panting, then looked back up to his face, her eyes now transformed, absolutely full of urgent lust. He smiled, showing her with his eyes that he felt it too, just as much. There was a chorus of barely suppressed gasps and moans from the women all around them. They fucking loved seeing this, all of them.

It was almost exactly the same with Cao, but again somehow it felt completely new, completely unique, stunningly powerful. Seconds later her piercingly intelligent eyes were also now full of lust. She too stared, captivated, at his obscenely tented pants, then groaned involuntarily when he powerfully flexed his straining erection at her. The crowd around them openly moaned and squealed in near-orgasmic sounding excitement. Actually not just near-orgasmic. Someone was coming. He heard a series of high orgasmic gasps from upstairs where Chao-Xing was still watching them.