Taking Care of Ila

B y J Blue (bestidea@hotmail.com)

Despite the riots and the pollution and the corruption, I really like living in Jakarta. Its both cosmopolitan and wild west at the same time; you never know whats going to happen. After the riots in May, the vast majority of expats left and things were really quiet in our little community. There is money around and I spend my time trying to get some of it.

One day, my friend Jerry called me and asked if I could come over. We sometimes go out together at night and weve shared meals and women, but Ive never really felt that he was interested in anything more. After asking around, I found that he had been married, but that his wife had died, due to shoddy medical care on one of the out-lying islands.

He worked for one of the big multi-nationals and his co-workers considered him a nice guy- but there was this wall between him and us and he just wasnt willing to go any further.

When I got to his house, I was surprised. Most of these financial types live in these little anonymous boxes. Jerry's house was set well back from the road and screened by thick trees. The front gate was guarded by Balinese statues and the porch was traditional Javanese style. Not a blade of grass was out of place.

Jerry greeted me, wearing a sarong and sandals. Hes shorter than I am, husky and bearded. He smiled with a shy little shrug and let me in.

"Wow, Jerrythis is some place. Is all of this authentic?"

He lead me to a rattan sofa, then sank into a chair.

"The bank pays me really well. I guess I wasnt spending enough money, so I decided to invest in some nice things, and one thing lead to another. I really like it. I hope I can keep it."

His eyes darkened a little with this last comment.

"You been transferred?"

He waved his hands.

"I dunno. The head office is worried, they want to know why were not booking the same profits as last year."

"You might mention the fact that most of the city burned down and the local currency crashed. Cmon, these guys must read the newspaper."

Jerry got up and started pacing around the room, pausing to light one of the sweet clove cigarettes we all smoke at times.

"You dont understand these guys, this whole bank trusted me to generate growth. Now the bucks arent rolling in. They want me to go to Amsterdam and New York to give an accounting of whats happened. These guys dont think the way normal people do."

He sagged against the wooded bar that curved around the front of the room.

"What are you going to do?"

He smiled a little ruefully at me.

"Work for the best and prepare for the worst. Thats one of the reasons I called you."

He sat down and looked into my eyes, really looked at me.

"I know we dont know each other that well, but Ive spent enough time with you to know that youll do what you say. Can I trust you with a big secret?"

"Does it involve anything dangerous?"

He grinned.

"Everythings dangerous what I mean is, Im prepared to ask you for your help. Helping me will involve taking care of some things while I'm gone. If you say no, can I count on you to keep quiet?"

I thought a bit, then nodded. What would it hurt to hear the mans offer?

"What I need is somebody to stay here and keep an eye on things. You know how fast an empty house gets robbed, and most of this stuff is way too expensive to take chances with. Thieves will just wreck it all and I don't think I could stand that."

"Why not just leave your maid here? You must have onehell, I've got one and you make a lot more than I do."

He nodded, smiled a little.

"Yeah, well, the maid is another situation entirely."

He put his finger up, not waving it in my face but wanting to make a point.

"The deal is, if you say no, this all stays between us. Right?"

I nodded. Jerry turned his head and shouted.

"ILA! Minuman, yah? Bir!"

Then he turned to me and grinned, a little shame-faced.

About a minute later in walked the maid.

My jaw dropped.

Let's start with the hair. Black and shiny as a ravens wing, it stood thick and full around her head and the ends of it could be seen at her waist. Her features were delicate, set off by the over-developed, round, juicy red lips that many Javanese girls have. Slender neck lead to soft rounded shoulders lead to breasts as rounded as apples. Ive never seen natural breasts that firm, that perfect. They were tipped with light brown nipples that were surprisingly delicate-looking. I knew by looking that I could span her waist with my hands and have the fingers and thumbs still touching. Long, tapered thighs, rounded calves, tiny feet.

How could I see all of this?

Because she was wearing:

1.. a black leather dog collar, 2.. tiny black stiletto heels and 3.. knee-pads!

She carried the trays with the two beers at shoulder-height. When she saw me, she didnt scream and run the way any other nude Javanese girl would have; she continued over to us, smiling at me and then Jerry, her hips swaying to some inner tune. Her mons was hairless, her vulva tiny and pink, peeping out from between her silky thighs.

She bent down, flicked the hair out of her face as she poured two glasses. Her ass was revealed to me: two hemispheres of the same cocoa-brown skin, not a tan-line, not a mark, anywhere. She looked to be about 5 tall, maybe 100 lbs.

She handed Jerry his glass, handed me mine with a little smile and then settled on her knees gracefully next to Jerrys chair.

My jaw, of course, was still grazing the floor.

Jerry sipped his beer and shrugged.

"What the-"

Jerry raised his hand, waved it in the air, trying to figure out what to say.

"Okay, about the clothes, I admit I got carried away"

"This is your maid?!?!"

His hand descended onto her head; she smiled and turned to kiss his hand.

Then she began to purr like a cat and I almost shot my wad!

"Her name's Ila. As far as I know, shes from Surabaya. She speaks about twelve words of English."

"That still doesnt explain a lot, Jerry."

"Yeah, I know. Look, I'll tell you the story from the beginning, as much as I know.

"You know my old building- the one that was gutted? I was down there, the third day after the riots, cleaning up, trying to salvage whatever I could. I was alone- everybody else had either flown to Singapore or left town. I had to at least get the data on the hard drives."

"Anyways, I was in the last office, and I heard her singing. The water was still on, and I could also hear the shower in my little bathroom, the one off of my office. I walked in, and there she was, washing herself, not a stitch on, singing away. When she saw me, she just smiled and motioned for me to join her."

"Now, I'm standing there, wearing gym shorts, covered in dirt and sweat, holding computer parts- and this dream wants to take a shower with me. I asked her who she was, where she was from.

She told me her name and that she had lost her friends. She seemed out of it. I think she had a nervous breakdown, some of her wiring got crossed in the panic. As I was standing there, she came over, pulled my shoes and shorts off and lead me into the shower with her."

"She started to soap me up- jangan, Ila, nanti-"

Ila had taken one of his fingers between her lips and started sucking on it.

As he pulled it free, it made a popping sound.

She pouted and laid her head on his thigh.

"Anyways, then she got on her knees and proceeded to basically swallow the entire lower half of my body- this wasnt a blowjob, this was like a warm, soft carwash with all the attachments. My head was literally bouncing off the wall when she finished. She gulped down every drop, dressed me and then asked if I would take her home. All she had was a watch and a blue dress, no shoes, even."

"I said I don't know where you live, and she replied that she didn't either and maybe it was better if she stayed with me. Now, I was still weak in the knees from coming so hard, so I thought, well, what the hell, a few days, shell get a phone call, shell go home and itll just be a wonderful memory.

I got her home, gave her a t-shirt to wear, got her sacked out in the guest room and jumped in bed."

"Of course, she didn't stay there. I woke up at dawn with her lips around my cock, smiling away, humming and trying to suck me dry. Then she hopped on top of me and rode me until I had to call in sick, I was so exhausted. Her pussy is like velvet."

I realized I'd been holding my beer poised to sip for the past five minutes, mouth open. I took the sip and set the beer down. Ila was gazing up at me, her hand moving under Jerrys sarong.

"Oh, and I suppose she was shaved like that when you got her?" When you got her- what a phrase to use about a human being..

Jerry smiled, shrugged again.

"Here I am, with a woman who is a) mentally ill, b) gorgeous and c) knows more about giving sexual pleasure than I ever will - what would you do? I tried to get her to wear clothes, but she'd just take them off and walk around naked. Finally, I decided to set down some rules, went out and bought her a nice sundress and some sandals. I was standing there with the box behind my back and suddenly I thought to myself, self, what the HELL are you doing? Turned right around, went to the place where all the bargirls buy their clothes and proceeded to have a little fashion show every night. You should see the other stuff I got."

Ila's head was now disappearing under Jerry's sarong. I could see him stiffen as he felt her lips encircle the head of his penis. He started talking faster and laid his beer down on the floor next to him.

"So, the thing is...oh, man! While Im gone, I can't have her here without some kind of supervision, as it were.she.might just decide to go shopping.in her leather corset and nipple clamps cant have..oh, shit!..so, the question is I'm cummmming!!!!!"

Jerry's legs shot out straight in front of him as his head rolled back and his eyes closed. I could see Ila's head bobbing up and down ever faster under the hem of the sarong. Momentarily, Ila's head reappeared. She licked her lips and smiled at me again. After a few minutes, Jerry's eyes opened and his breathing went back to its normal pace.

"And thats what its like every day. I can't ask one of the guys from the office to take care of her; word would get around, and they'd just fuck the whole situation up. I certainly can't bring her with me.

You seem fairly discreet and you dont kiss and tell."

"What Im asking you to do is live here while I'm gone. The house is stocked with food- she's a damn good cook too- and there's a thousand bucks in my dresser for incidentals. You have to admit its more comfortable than your apartment. You have to stay here every night, but you never leave town so that shouldn't be a problem. Theres Viagra in my nightstand if she wears you out on the weekend."

I had a few questions myself. I asked him if shed mind being traded to another team, what she liked and how long hed be gone.

"We've talked about it. The story is that you're my brother and we share everything. She thinks that I own her, so you have to give me some money in front of her later, so shell think youve bought her. As far at what she likes. I've done some crazy stuff with her and she comes every time. I could be gone a week, I could be gone a month, I just dont know. The worst case scenario is that Ill be transferred. If that happens- shit, I dont know."

Jerry got up and went into the kitchen. He came back with a long leather strap and a bag.

"You got ten thousand on you?"

I pulled out the bill, worth less than a dollar.

He took it and they had a talk. He told her that he was selling her to me, that if I was displeased shed be in a lot of trouble, that I was a nice man and she was to do anything I said.

He then tied the leather strap to her collar, making a leash. He handed the end of the leash to me, along with the bag. I opened it- inside were handcuffs, a blindfold and some other toys.

"Im gonna go take a shower. Have fun."

As Jerry left the room, Ila crawled over to me and put her head on my thigh. Her eyes smiled up at me and she began giving me kisses from my knee to the crotch of my jeans.

I stood up and quickly stripped out of my clothing. Ila seemed to like my low-hanging scrotum and the fact that I wasnt circumcised. She reached up and began to play with the foreskin, moving it back and forth over the head of my cock. A drop of juice appeared; she popped up and licked it away with the tip of her tongue. Then she sat back and waited.

I went behind her and clipped the cuffs onto her wrists, then moved back in front of her. Holding her face in my hands, I guided my cock into her mouth. Instantly, her tongue started making circles around the head as she started a sporadic sucking action. After she had established a rhythm, I took my hands away. She kept moving, driving forward from the hips, ramming my cock down her throat. The ends of her hair brushed my calves as I concentrated on the suction.

I staggered as I came. Ila increased her suction and I felt every nerve ending in my body stand erect as she pulled every drop of my issue down her throat. She looked at at me, smiling, licking at the drops that were still hanging on her ruby lips. She leaned forward and rubbed her head on my thigh; I reached down and patted her head, as you would pat a well-loved dog.

Jerry spoke from the doorway. He had a suitcase in each hand.

"Its nice to see you twove hit it off. Actually, Joseph, my flight is in the morning, and I think Ill spend the night at the airport hotel. Im so nervous..look, can you promise me one thing? If I do get transferred, can you promise that you wont just dump her? That youll keep her safe?"

"Jerry, I'm gonna be rough on her, but you have my word- I'll take care of her."

I unlocked her cuffs and Ila stood up and kissed Jerry. Actually, he kissed her on the cheek. He patted her ass and then was out the door.

Ila looked at me and put her arms around my waist.

She said her first words in English to me.

"Fashion show?"

God bless that Jerry..

To be continued......

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