Part Two - Hong Kong
Rachel's next stop on her international travels was Hong Kong, the great old British trading port in the Pearl River delta, where she sought out the very best and most authentic Chinese restaurants. She had visited several restaurants in Japan and found herself entertaining a mysterious visitor in her hotel room who provided a great deal more amusement than she had anticipated. She shuddered whenever she thought about it. She had been tickled a few times by her parents, hers brothers and even some of the boys at school, but never anything like that. Helplessly tied to the bed, completely naked and every part of her tickled relentlessly. Well, now she was in Hong Kong, a completely different place.
As she toured around Hong Kong Island, Kowloon Peninsula, Aberdeen, Repulse Bay and even Silvermine Bay on Lantau Island with her videographer, she tasted all sorts of Chinese dishes, mostly Cantonese as this was the south of China, some of which were wonderful, others were better left to the Chinese residents. She did like some of the shark fin dishes, though, and the pork here seemed to taste better than in any of the Chinese restaurants back in America.
She drew a fair bit of attention wherever she went, being a pretty, young blonde American woman with a cameraman following her. On her last night in Hong Kong, she finally found the perfect Chinese restaurant among the narrow streets and alleys of Hong Kong's Kowloon Peninsula. The food was so tasty and the ambience of the restaurant was more reminiscent of the old China she had seen in the movies. The staff was very helpful, too, explaining everything that she wanted to know through a Chinese interpreter.
"Miss Cook," said the interpreter, "the staff would like you to come back at about ten o'clock tonight for a special surprise, but you will have to come alone, without your cameraman. They normally have their own dinner after the restaurant closes and the paying customers are gone. They will take you back to your hotel afterward."
"Oh, that sounds interesting," Rachel said, "did they tell you what they would be preparing then?"
"No," he said, "they say it will be a surprise."
"Tell them thank you," she said, "but how will I be able to communicate if there is no interpreter with me."
"They assure me that will not be a problem," he said.
"Go ahead, Rachel," said Ed, the cameraman who travelled with Rachel, "I'll know where you are and if you're not back at the hotel by two o'clock I'll come down to get you, with the police."
"Tell them," she said, "I would be honoured to accept their invitation."
Rachel arrived at the restaurant right about ten o'clock and was admitted by two of the girls who had been serving meals there the previous afternoon and evening. She had decided to wear her denim pants and vest with a white knit t-shirt, quite a change from the better clothes she had worn earlier. The girls indicated that she should follow them and they escorted her to the downstairs kitchen where most of the processing of the food is done before it goes to the upstairs kitchen for final preparation and serving to the customers.
Everyone was very pleasant, smiling and bowing but nobody could speak any English. One of the men gave her a bottle of Chinese Singtao beer, which had been perfectly chilled, and soon they all shared a wonderful dinner of sweet-and-sour fish with vegetables and rice. It was so good Rachel could hardly stop herself from picking at the big fish on the table before her. She didn't know what kind of a fish it was, but it was so delicious. She didn't even notice that she had been drinking the Singtao continuously and that she had already consumed three bottles by the time supper was finished. She was beginning to feel a little sleepy after the long day visiting restaurants, a big fish dinner here and three bottles of Chinese beer.
Two of the Chinese girls, the same two who had met her at the door, helped her over to the big stainless steel food preparation table in one part of the kitchen. She assumed that they would let her lie down on that table until she regained some of her senses. Well, the lie down part turned out to be right.
The two girls helped her onto the table and she was soon sitting on the side of it with her feet dangling toward the floor. They helped her to remove her denim jacket and her knit t-shirt. Then suddenly they unclasped her bra and removed it. Rachel hardly even noticed, though, as she sat there very nearly asleep. They let her lie down on the stainless steel table and Rachel started to fall asleep.
"Miss Lachel," called one of the Chinese girls, "Miss Lachel, wake up - you ferr asreep."
