Driven Lust (13 page)

'Chung, no time on service, No p/u address.'
he sent.

A few minutes later, James received 'Meeting
here, unknown time, your room'.

Well, there's a first. Not having to go
anywhere? He could get used to that. 'Sorry to bother you, is there
someone else I should report to?'

'NO report to me' was the reply.

It didn't make sense to him. He was
reporting to the top. But his was not to question why, he
supposed.

He hopped online, checked out the college
his records were sent to. They hooked him up with a top notch one.
Stars and figure heads used it for their kids. He saw plenty of
work to do. He got involved with it, trying to catch up. Time went
by and he had been there a few hours. Feeling the grumbling in his
gut, he thought to eat a bite. He remembered buying some lunch meat
and that seemed like a good idea. Finishing a course, he got up and
headed for the rec room.

"Dr. Song, how are you?" he greeted,
entering into the mini kitchen. The doctor was wearing a dress
today and he was impressed with the cleavage she was showing
off.

"I'm here." she replied with a sigh,
preparing a ready-made meal to microwave.

"I must say, you look ravishing in that
dress." James complimented, getting in the fridge for his
ingredients.

She looked over at him, stopping her work,
"You just like the cleavage." she suspected aloud.

He looked back at her and rose up from the
fridge, "I was referring to the total package. But if you want to
single your bust out, that would be a good place to start." he
replied.

"Ok, what color of shoes am I wearing." she
asked, knowing he couldn't see them from his position.

"Black, with buckles on the side." he
responded, knowing his efforts in training his eye for detail was
paying off.

"Lucky guess." she snorted, turning back to
her task.

James wasn't going to let her get by with
that. "Was not, just like your perfume, blue bow holding your hair
back, and the birthmark on your left ankle, I noticed."

She was a little shocked, "Guess you know
what color of panties I'm wearing too!" she huffed.

"You're not." he knew, no panty lines under
that hugging dress. He went back to fetch the mayo.

"Am so!" she insisted. "Are not." he
insisted.

"You don't know that, you wish I weren't!"
she argued.

"Wishes come true and you aren't wearing
anything under it. You were in a rush to get dressed apparently.
You missed a hook on your bra too." noticing the hump in the middle
of her back. James turned around and headed for his room, leaving
the doctor mystified.

Checking his phone for the Hunts, he didn't
have to be anywhere until 5pm that afternoon. He started back in to
his work. Checking his bank, he definitely had 5k deposited under
Spenco.

The intercom sounded about an hour later.
The line claimed it was CS01. James picked it up.

"Hello?" James answered.

"Ying Chung is on her way. She's yours to
use and abuse." Cathleen announced.

"Great, anything I should know?" James
thought to ask, scrambling to get his room in order.

"She's a little shy. You'll have to coax her
a little. Some oriental girls are such timid creatures." she
claimed.

"Ok, but I won't force her, you understand."
James replied.

"Who knows, she might like it if you did."
Cathleen giggled and hung up the phone.

Clearing his work off the computer desk,
James double checked his appearance. Spraying on more deodorant, he
thought he would be just fine. A few minutes later, a quiet knock
sounded on the door. James opened it without using the buzzer. A
petite black-haired girl was staring up at his chest. She was
actually shorter than his chest. James could carry this girl around
like a suitcase. Behind her, Niles was looking at him with a grin
wider than his normal one.

"This is James Farlow." Niles introduced,
"James, Miss Ying Chung." and made lurid innuendoes behind her
back.

"Please, do come in." James said, opening
the door wider and giving Niles a chastising glare.

Her white blouse was buttoned all the way to
the top, a white, wide collar sewn around it. Her skirt was black
and pleated, extending to her knees, reminding James of a school
girl's skirt. White knee socks and black patent shoes, this
supposed business woman that stood in front of him could pass as a
school girl.

After she entered, he offered her the
computer chair while he took the bed.

"So tell me Miss Chung, how can I serve
you?" James started, smoothing the bed he had wrinkled.

"Serve?" she asked with an accent. "I serve
you." she replied, bowing.

"Oh no, I mean me serve you." he corrected,
falling back to Basic English.

She looked at him puzzled, "Me, I, I serve
you." pointing at him.

‘
What the hell, I've got a woman that
can't even communicate. She has it all backwards!’
he thought.
But the communication could be easily solved though. Taking the
computer off sleep, he pulled up a word processor, activated the
speech to text, and pointed the monitor towards her, so the mike
could pick up her voice.

"What is your native language, what do you
speak?" James asked.

Understanding his question, she said,
"Chinese."

James sat it on Chinese and said, "Speak in
your language. Where are you from?"

The young lady spoke in Chinese and James
translated it on the computer. She was from some remote area in
mainland China. James fooled with it and had his words spoken in
Chinese through the computer, "Why are you here?"

She took a step back from hearing his words
translated. Again, she spoke Chinese but it came through the
speakers in English sounding like a robot, "How you do that?
Wow!"

James explained the technology of it. He
might not know how to program a remote, but he knew shortcuts for
school. They used the translator and adapted to it well. "So, why
are you here?"

"I am here for you." she insisted.

Still, the girl was confused. There must be
some way he could phrase it so she would understand. "What can I do
for you?" James asked.

"Tell me what to do." she replied, still
looking questionably.

Ok, James had enough. There was apparently
no getting around the language barrier.

"You want me to fuck you?" he asked flat
out, tired of the games, but flushed red as the word came out.

"If you please." and smiled her pearly
whites at him.

"How do you like to fuck?" James asked for
shock value, hoping to get some idea of what turned her on.

"I fuck like you fuck." she replied, sighing
from the strain of the conversation.

Ok, all he knew was she liked to be
dominated, he might as well start there. "Take your blouse off."
and the translator passed it on. Not a blink or question, she stood
up and did just that. Her C sized cups came into view and he was
sure this girl was older than her looks but he had to ask, "How old
are you?" through the translator he heard, "Eighteen.", the magic
number as far as his morals were concerned.

Ok, this might be some trick or test or
something, James didn't know, but it seemed a little crazy that an
eighteen year old had a business meeting with Cathleen Spencer and
he smelled something fishy cooking.

"Undress all the way." he translated. Just
like before, not a peep, she did as he said. Her breasts came into
view and James adjusted himself. They were perfect for such a small
girl. Her cotton panties were next and it revealed a very light
patch of hair. If she was eighteen, she was growing slow.

"Turn around." and she did. She had no
visible hair on her back there. Not even fine hair and James found
that unusually stimulating. "Bend over."

The girl grabbed the back of the computer
chair and did as instructed. This was an all-new experience to
James. Never had he instructed a girl and then they do exactly what
he told them. He simply wasn't used to the obedience this girl
maintained. Just to test it, "Finger your butthole."

James was astonished as the girl reached
around and patted it with a finger. It wasn't exactly what he had
in mind but it was exactly what he ordered. He would have to be
more specific, "Put your finger in the hole." and blushed as he
said it, he wasn't used to using such crude language.

The girl paused when the translator sounded
out the order but pushed her middle finger in to the second knuckle
and held it. She didn't wiggle or play, just stayed perfectly
still.

James sat up straight and watched while the
strain of her bent over in the awkward position made her elbow
quiver. Whatever he had thought he would be witness to in his life
never came close to what he was witnessing now.

"Stand up and spread your legs." James
instructed and she did, still facing away from him. "Now spread
your butt cheeks." and she did.

He had to shake her resolve somehow.
Standing up, he reached down and ran a finger into her crack. He
felt it pucker closed and heard her gasp. It was definitely a
turn-on for him. "Are you wet?" he asked.

Shaking her head, she replied, "No water on
me." James didn't know if the translator interpreted it correctly
or what.

"Is your pussy wet?" and she actually took
her hand down to check it. "Yes".

"Lick it off." he just had to order, and
what man wouldn't? Just a small touch of hesitation, but she popped
her finger right in and licked it off.

"Turn around and masturbate." He commanded,
just wanting to see her reaction.

The translator gave the command and she
turned around, covering her breasts and sex. Chinese words came
out. The translator responded.

"Forgive me, what is masseur baits?" she
asked, and James looked at the translator because it sounded like
the French word for Mister. Maybe she didn't know or maybe there
was another word used in her language.

"Put your arms down and play with your
pussy." he explained, and he blushed again while he waited for the
translation.

She cocked her head to the side and gave him
a questioning look. Holding her hands out, she shrugged. She tried
hard to understand as her hand went on her pussy and she strummed
her fingers on it.

'What the hell? Is she a virgin or
something?'
he thought, but changed his mind on that; she was
here for some reason, surely. She had to know what sex was. James
thought about a purchase he had made and opened the drawer. Pulling
out his cylindrical tube, he placed two batteries in it and handed
it to her.

She looked it over, studying it. Looking at
the switch at the top, she looked at James again. He nodded for her
to turn it on. A low hum filled the room. "Rub your pussy with it."
he commanded, and the blush he sported went a little redder.

She touched her finger on the end, gave
James an innocent smile, and then brought it to her sex. No sooner
had it touched her sensitive spot than she jerked it away. Looking
at it, she acted like she was going to throw it away.

James, ever the gentleman, said, "Give it to
me. I'll help." Taking the vibrator, he ran it over her pubic
hairs, then down over her lips. Looking up at her for a reaction,
he saw her staring between her breasts at the caresses he was
giving her. He took the opportunity to run it over her slit. His
effort paid off as her clit peeked out. Looking back up, he saw her
looking straight ahead.

"Does that feel good?" he asked and waited
for the translator before moving it off her slit.

Looking back at James, she said, "I think
so."

James wished he didn't have to hear that
through the damn translator. It didn't have any emotion. He
couldn't tell from it whether she was lying to him or scared. He
decided she must have enjoyed it, her clit told him so. He went
back to work on her a little more.

Again she stared off straight ahead, both
arms by her side. She was such an obedient girl; James just had to
test it. Slowly, he brought up the phallus and raked it over her
clit.

She shuttered and brought her hands to the
front. She caught herself and put them back. '
The body
overpowered the mind
' James thought. He pressed it in deeper.
The color of the vibrator resting between her slit reminded James
of a hotdog.

Reaching out with his unused hand, James
grabbed her right hand and brought it to the vibrator. Keeping his
hand on her, he stroked it a few times then let go. She looked at
him and then her hand. She brought her gaze back to James. He urged
her on. "Play with it." And she stroked in the path James had taken
it.

"Make it feel good." James added, and stood
up, taking off his shirt.

She eyed the naked flesh of the man in front
of her, rubbing herself a little more aggressively, causing her
knees to bend, ever so slightly. She’d never met a man his size. He
towered over her. '
Well fit'
, she thought, watching the
muscles come in to view.

James reached down and caressed a breast
with each hand, staring into her eyes. He studied her reactions and
noticed her shortness of breath. This wouldn't do for long; he
would have to sit back down. She was way too short.

He tugged on her breasts and she duck walked
with him to the bed. He took a seat and fondled her breasts more.
He tried to stay focused on her eyes, even if she wasn't looking at
him at the moment. He didn't want to draw attraction to his gawking
at her work and embarrass her out of the pleasure. She circled her
clit with the vibrator. James took a nipple in his mouth.

Her eyes grew bigger and she looked ahead at
him looking in her eyes. Their eyes met while she trembled in his
hands. The body commanded her now. She went faster in her circles.
James sucked as much of the breast as he could in his mouth, then
slowly let it out to the nipple. His opposite hand played on her
other breast and when his mouth got to the nipple so did his
fingers.