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Feedback and suggestions always welcome. I am quite sure that Zhang
Ziyi doesn't live the way she is portrayed in this story, but it was
one of the only ways I could think of bringing her in that was
interesting to read.


Journal of an Agent: Chap. 18 - Lucy Liu/Zhang Ziyi

By Carnage Jackson 

carnagejackson@hotmail.com 
_____________________________________________________ 

Standard Disclaimer: 

You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your
community, not be offended by the contents of it...blah blah, you know
the rest.

This story may be distributed freely, for commercial or non-commercial
use, but PLEASE leave my email/name on it! That's all I ask!

This is Part 18 of an ongoing series. Yes I know the celebs don't act
like this in real life, but this is a fantasy after all.
_____________________________________________________ 

	Sometimes I wonder how I get myself into these situations. Most
normal people don't find themselves in such awkward situations as the
one I am in right now - frantically trying to get rid of this suitcase
bomb sitting on my hotel bedroom. I can hear two women screaming
around me, freaking out - Lucy Liu and Zhang Ziyi. I'm trying to
ignore them and concentrate on cutting the right wire, or at least
figuring out a way to stop the timer, but it's hard to focus. My mind
keeps wandering back to what led up to this happening, two days
before.


	It all started when Lucy Liu came into my office, without an
appointment. I was on the phone with my current love interest, Natalie
Portman, when Lucy busted in through the door.

	"Yes Natalie, I'm doing fine. How about you? How is the play going?
Good...good" I said, before Lucy scared the shit out of me by opening
the door.

	"Dean, I need to talk to you NOW!" Lucy said, walking up to my desk
and putting her hand down hard, rattling the wood and the pen holder
on the desk.

	"Natalie? I have to go. I'll call you back. Yes, I love you too.
Bye," I said, hanging up. "You know, I really don't appreciate that
Lucy. I DO have a personal life you know." I said to her.

	"Dean, this is important. You have to help my friend Zhang, her agent
is about to ruin her career." Lucy said, pacing back and forth in
front of my desk. She was dressed in a no nonsense dress that clung to
her curvaceous body, her long black hair tied up behind her in a tight
bun. Any other day, I would have loved spending time with her - but
this interruption had pissed me off.

	"Zhang? Who the hell is Zhang?" I said.

	Lucy pulled out a copy of Variety from her purse and slammed it on my
desk. On the front page was a picture of the two stars of "Rush Hour
2", Jackie Chan & Chris Tucker. Between them was a strikingly
beautiful, petite Asian girl.

	"THAT is Zhang," Lucy said, pointing. I scanned the article attached
to the photo and read about her. It was just a fluff piece on her
current stardom, including (something I hadn't remembered at first)
her stint as the main female character in "Crouching Tiger, Hidden
Dragon". In the picture, her smile was wide but polite, a Hollywood
smile for sure. She looked beautiful in the semi-crumpled newspaper,
and I was certainly more willing now to listen to what Lucy had to
say.

	"Ok, now that I know who she is, what can I do about it? She's not my
client, you are," I said.

	Lucy scowled at me, very similar to the gesture her character Ling
used often on "Ally McBeal". Sitting down in the chair and appearing a
little more calm, Lucy began to explain.

	"See, like me, Zhang is Chinese. Well, I'm Chinese-American, she is
just a Chinese actress COMING to America. Any ways, the current agent
she has now, also Chinese, is named Lao Hwrong. He is ruthless in
China, and is known as being not only a strong Communist backer, but
also known to abuse his stars in more ways than just ruining their
careers. We are talking small children here Dean...not a nice guy,"
Lucy said.

	"Ok, but it's not my business to investigate how other agents run
their firms. So I'm afraid that I..." I started to say, before Lucy
cut me off.

	"Look Dean, she really needs your help. Just go to his office and
talk to him, maybe you two can work something out. Now that she is a
big star, I think that he might put her in some horrible movies just
to exploit her, porn films and God knows what else. Come on, do it for
me please?" Lucy said, begging.

	"Alright, fine. Give me his phone number and I will talk to him.
Maybe we can buy out her contract," I said with a sigh. Lucy clapped
her hands excitedly and fished out his number from her purse.

	
	I made the call the next day, and set up a meeting with Lao that
night. His American office was located in San Diego, so I knew it
would be a bit of a drive. Judging by what Lucy had told me, this guy
may not be a person to piss off if I didn't make him a worthwhile
offer and the address he had given me to meet him at, I knew, was a
pretty bad part of town. Just to be on the safe side, I had Damon meet
me at my house before we left to accompany me for back up.

	I was upstairs in my bedroom packing an over night bag when I heard a
knock on the door. "Come in Damon, I'm up here," I said. I heard the
door open and close but no foot steps on the stairs. Puzzled, I went
to the top of the stairs and looked down. Damon was standing there,
jaw open and staring all around at the living room area, admiring the
house.

	"You like?" I said, grinning a little as I walked down the stairs to
meet him.

	"I like it a lot. And this was your father's you say?" Damon said,
still looking around.

	"Yes. He left it to me when he died. Pretty amazing that he made this
much money, but then again he was in the business for decades. Come
on, I'm almost ready to go," I said.

	I handed Damon my duffel bag and walked down the hallway towards one
of the spare rooms. Right outside the door was a painting. Lifting it
from the wall gently, I pushed it aside to reveal the small safe
behind it. A few turns of the knob and it was open. I reached inside
and pulled out a small black box and carried it out to the hallway.

	In the more lighted hall, I kneeled on the ground and set the box on
top of my briefcase. Opening the box, I pulled out a small, 9mm
handgun and an ammo clip. Punching the clip into the gun, it startled
Damon and he looked down at me wide eyed.

	"Is this thing going to be THAT serious?" he said, staring at me a
little uneasily.

	"You never know. Besides, I have a permit, so I'm not worried about
getting in trouble," I said. I put the gun back into it's case and put
the case inside of my briefcase. Picking it up off the floor, I headed
towards the front door with Damon behind me. We hopped in the car and
were off.

	With traffic on the freeway, it took a little longer than usual to
get to San Diego, but we made it to the meeting place with 15 minutes
to spare. Damon hadn't said a word on the way there, but just kept
looking occasionally when he didn't think I was watching at the
briefcase on the floor beneath his feet. It was incredibly dark on the
street as we pulled up, the two street lights bulbs long since broken.
There was only the dim light of apartment buildings a block or so down
to guide us as we walked out of the car, the isolated, run down house
of our rendezvous off of a side street.

	Walking up to the front door, we didn't even knock before the door
flew open, a large Asian man busting through with a girl being drug
behind him by her hair. He yelled something in Chinese to her and
flung her out onto the yard, her small body crumpling a little bit
when she landed. I heard the girl sob a little as she picked herself
up and staggered away, her clothing making her appear to be a hooker.

	The girl now handled, the Asian man snapped his head towards us and
stared. I felt a lump in my throat from nerves but managed to keep my
voice calm.

	"We are here to see Mr. Hwrong," I said, hoping the man didn't notice
my hand trembling as it held my briefcase. Damon was a foot or two
behind me and I could hear his excited breathing as he too tried to
appear normal.

	The large man grunted and then walked back inside, motioning for us
to follow him. The house had managed to contain light very well from
the street outside, with heavy drape curtains covering the windows
from floor to ceiling. The further in we walked, the more dilapidated
and disturbing the house became. It was much larger than it appeared
to be from outside, with a dim hallway leading off to at least three
bedrooms. I could hear the sounds of moaning coming from one of the
closest rooms and figured that some of Lao's "talent" were giving an
Oscar winning performance. As we passed through the kitchen, I saw two
men sitting at a table playing a miniature pachinko machine. Next to
them were two AK-47s and enough ammo to take out a small city. One of
them downed a drink and leered at us as we walked by.

	Finally we turned a corner and were led down a small flight of stairs
to the garage, which was partially below ground. The steel door to the
garage was locked, but the man who led us in put in a key and opened
the door for us.

	The garage had been converted into a sort of office, with a couple of
desks and a couch with a big screen television in front of it. To my
surprise, Mr. Hwrong was sitting in a desk in the far corner of the
garage, reading over some papers. As we approached him, I couldn't
help but stare at the posters on the wall - communist propaganda
pieces from all over the world, including Russia and Cuba. Lao saw us
approach and stood to greet us.

	He was an older man, in his late 50s by my guess, and was wearing a
sport coat and slacks, his tie loose around his neck. His shirt was
stained with sweat and he appeared to be just another over-worked
citizen. He ushered us to sit down, but only after giving Damon a look
of distaste. The large man who led us in walked over to stand beside
Lao as he sat down, crossing his hands at his waist and standing as
straight as a board.

	"So, Mr. Simonds, you are inquiring about becoming the agent of our
young Zhang, no?" Lao said. His accent was heavy with Chinese, but his
English seemed to be pretty good.

	"Yes, that's right. I can offer you a very good deal if you will sign
her contract over to me and let my firm take over," I replied,
settling into what seemed like just another business deal.

	"Mr. Simonds, let me assure you that money is no value to me. In my
country, we place great emphasis on pride and tradition, and Zhang has
brought us great pride from her, how do you say, star power? For her
to leave me and for my company to no longer represent her at a time
when she is such a popular star, would cause us to lose great face in
the international business world," Lao said. He was playing hardball
now and I knew that if I wasn't careful with my next steps, I would
blow any chance I had.

	"I understand that Mr. Hwrong, but I can promise you that this will
happen with the utmost delicacy to ensure that no one loses face and
that you or your company are disrespected. If you will just take a
look at my generous offer, I assure you that..." I said, but Lao
interrupted me by suddenly slamming his fists on the table.

	"MR. SIMONDS! YOU ARE NOT UNDERSTANDING ME!" he yelled, before
settling his voice down a bit. "Zhang will not be leaving us. She has
become like a daughter to me and I value her tremendously, not only
for other acting abilities but for other ways that she pleases me. I
am sure that you can understand that a father would not want to give
up his daughter would he?" Lao said.

	"Only if the father wasn't a dirty old man like you are," Damon said,
startling everyone in the room for speaking for the first time.

	Lao was a little taken aback. "Ah, I see your bodyguard here has more
to him than just large stature. I do not know what sort of dirty
things he is speaking of but I CAN tell you that if he dares insult me
again neither one of you will be leaving here, except perhaps on a
stretcher," Lao said in a very cold voice.

	"I apologize Mr. Hwrong, Damon is new to this business. He WON'T be
speaking again and will leave that up to you and I," I said, elbowing
Damon hard in the side. Damon lost his breath for a moment but now
understood the gravity of the situation and didn't say another word.

	"Very well. But honestly gentlemen, I believe that we are finished
here. I would bring Zhang out here to meet you but I think that it
would be for naught now that I know you have nothing to offer me. Good
day gentleman, My associate here will show you to the door," Lao said,
standing to leave. I had to act quick.

	"Wait! Since we are in the land of freedom and choice, why don't you
just bring Zhang out here, just for a second, and have her hear what
we have to say. If you are so confident that she will stay with you,
at least then I can know for myself," I said, standing up to face Lao.
He was much taller than I had thought, very tall for such an older
man.

	Lao was clearly considering the idea, the expressions and thoughts
running across his face.

	"Hmm...alright, I see no harm in that. Although be prepared gentlemen
for a shock when Zhang proves her devotion to me. I will have my
assistant here go get her, she is in one of the back bedrooms
ahhh...rehearsing for a part. Just one moment," Lao said. I breathed a
sigh of relief under my breath, knowing that the deal was still alive.
We both sat down and waited for a minute or two while the large
bodyguard went and got her.

	I heard some shuffling of feet behind us and a woman's voice say
something hurriedly in Chinese. Zhang was then brought to stand next
to Lao before us. She was wearing a silk robe, obviously put on in a
hurry. Her skin and face were flushed with sweat and lord only knows
what she had been doing before she got here. But it was certainly
Zhang Ziyi, the beautiful woman from Variety I had seen before. She
was much more beautiful in person, her pale white skin like a
porcelain doll. Fixing her hair, she straightened up in front of us
and stood rigid, as if she were going to be on display.

	Lao said something to her in Chinese and then switched over to
English.

	"Zhang, this is Dean Simonds. He is a fellow agent and he is here to
try and lure you away from leaving my company. But you are devoted to
us right?" Lao said, his hand gripping Zhang's wrist tightly.

	But Zhang wasn't playing ball. "I...I don't know. What does he have
to offer?" she said in broken English, her voice wavering a little as
she began to understand the situation. I had to speak quick, to keep
her interested before Lao crushed any chance of her coming with me.

	"I can get you roles in the hottest movies that are out, good movies
too like Crouching Tiger was. You will have complete creative control
over your character and can pick and choose your movies on a whim.
Plus of course, I can guarantee you $2 million a picture," I said, all
in one breath.

	Zhang's mouth dropped a little in shock and then she looked slowly
from Lao to me and then back to Lao.

	"Ye..yes, that sounds like a very, how do you say, agreeable deal.
Where are the papers that I must sign?" Zhang said. Lao however, had
had enough. He jumped from his chair quickly and took Zhang's wrist
and began to pull her away from the table violently.

	"You ungrateful girl, after all I did for you. Well, you will not
leave here until I say you will!" Lao snarled. I don't know why I did
it, but I pulled my gun from my briefcase quickly and held it up to
Lao's face. He stopped dead in his tracks, while his bodyguard reached
for his gun and aimed it straight at my chest.

	Things got very tense, very quickly.

	I felt my heart thudding in my chest as I held the barrel of my 9mm a
few inches from Lao's forehead. His eyes were watching my arm and
hand, and the slight trembling that they were both doing. I started to
speak, my voice dry and raspy.

	"You heard her Lao...she would like to join my firm. Now, just let
her go and let us get out of here and no one will get hurt. And most
importantly, I will not call the police and tell them about what I saw
that goes on here, and I am sure is just a fraction of your real
activities. So please, let Zhang go and we will be on our way, no harm
no foul," I said, struggling to keep my voice calm.

	"Yes. That would be a good idea," Lao said. Everyone in the room
could hear him swallow loudly as he clearly tried to contain his rage.
"You may exit through the garage door so as not to alert any of my
other house guests," he said. Very slowly, I saw his grip on Zhang's
wrist loosen and finally let go as her hand came free, a light red
mark left where he had gripped her wrist tightly.

	Zhang quickly ran behind Damon and they both began to back out
towards the exit of the garage. My gun still pointed at his head, I
watched as Lao reached into his pocket (his eyes never leaving my arm)
and pulled out a garage door opener. He pushed the button and the
whole room shook, the door opening slowly as it creaked on it's track.
I walked backwards out of the garage and as soon as I was a few feet
out the door, dropped my gun to my side and ran like hell back to my
car.

	Damon and Zhang were already inside, and had left my drivers door
open so I could quickly slide into the seat and rev the engine. I
gunned the motor and floored it and within a few minutes we were back
on the freeway.

	I took Damon home and put Zhang up in a hotel a little bit outside
the city, the room reserved to a fake name. I headed home, making sure
to look to see if anyone was following me.


	The next day, I picked up Zhang at her hotel and she rode with me
into the office, where I was going to call Lucy and have her come
greet us. Zhang followed me into my office and sat down in a chair
while I dialed Lucy's number. Zhang had cleaned up in the hotel room
and looked much better, her hair now flowing freely over her
shoulders. I had given her some money and sent her to the mall to buy
some clothes, for which she came back with a red dress and a pair of
white shoes. She was very quiet and reserved, but also very polite
when she did speak (although neither of us mentioned the night
before). My guess is that Lao had her conditioned very well, almost to
the point of being a servant.

	Lucy's phone rang about three times and then she finally picked up.

	"Hello?" I heard her voice say. Even though she was Chinese-American,
Lucy had a very recognizable dialect: New York.

	"Hey Lucy, it's Dean. You are still in LA I see, that's good. Listen,
I've got someone here who would like to talk to you," I said, smiling
up at Zhang. She returned the smile, a very reserved but pretty one.

	Zhang said something in Chinese (I'm guessing it was "Hello"). There
was a momentary pause before Lucy spoke again, also in Chinese. Her
tone was hesitant but it was easy to tell she was trying to figure out
if it was really Zhang. They both began replying to each other in
escalating voices of excitement. I was, of course, totally lost in
what they were saying but it wasn't long before they were giggling and
laughing with each other like excited school girls. Finally, they
stopped talking and Lucy spoke again in English.

	"Dean, thank you so much. We HAVE to get together tonight for dinner,
and bring Zhang. It's the least I can do to repay you for risking your
life to get her away from that awful agent," Lucy said over the
speaker phone.

	"I'd be honored. Are you any good of a cook?" I asked jokingly with
her. Zhang smiled down at me, nodding that Lucy was.

	"Well, you will have to just wait and see. And if you don't like the
food, there is always a little Chinese place around the corner," Lucy
said. There was silence in the conversation for a moment, as I was too
slow to pick up on the joke.

	"That was a joke Dean, you are supposed to laugh. You know, humor?"
Lucy said.

	"Good one Lucy," I said sarcastically. "It had me in stitches. We
will be there at 8, ok?"

	"Sounds good. Oh, and bring your appetite, I've got a special dinner
planned just for you," Lucy said before we hung up.

	
	Zhang and I showed up at 8 sharp and rang the doorbell. Lucy greeted
us dressed in a red kimono and barefooted, the robe barely reaching up
to her mid calf. I had dressed comfortably, in just a pullover shirt
and jeans and Zhang was still wearing the new clothes she had bought
earlier. Lucy led us in and we all sat down. However, it wasn't but a
second before Lucy was back on her feet and kneeling by my legs.

	"The Asian race in general has long used the idea of a geisha in
their culture. You do know what a geisha is, right Dean?" Lucy said as
I watched her remove my shoes.

	"Yes. That's when a woman is basically a total servant to a man,
feeding and bathing and pleasing him sexually. Right?" I asked. I
caught on to where this was going but didn't want to seem over eager,
so I played it very cool.

	"Yes, roughly. As Zhang here can tell you, it is sort of becoming an
outdated practice except for geisha houses. It used to be that a woman
was at a man's beck and call, but now, especially in Japan, they are
becoming more modern and women are doing a lot more. Now the geisha
would be consider like an escort here in America, or the method could
be used when a wife wants to please her husband the extreme," Lucy
continued. She had removed both of my shoes as well as my socks and
was beginning to massage my feet gently. I glanced over and noticed
that Zhang was much closer to me now, apparently waiting on Lucy's
word before joining in.

	"Ok, but that doesn't explain why you are taking off my shoes. We
aren't even dating!" I said, still playing the dumb card.

	"Both Zhang and I would like to thank you for getting her away from
such an awful situation. So, for tonight at least, let us please you
and service you in any way which you wish," Lucy said, standing over
me now.

	"That's very kind, but you don't have to do that," I said.

	Zhang finally spoke. "No, we insist. Now please, stand up so that I
can remove your shirt. Lucy will go get the food," Zhang said. I did
as I was told and stood still as I felt Zhang's fingers slide under my
shirt and pull it off over my head. The air was a little cold, but
still good on my chest. Zhang took me by the hand and led me across
the room to a much larger chair than the one I had been sitting in.
She propped my feet up on some pillows and went to help Lucy get the
food.

	A minute or so later, both girls returned with a plate of sushi of
all types, and a big bowl of rice. Zhang had also changed into a
kimono too, hers a jade green that looked eloquent against her white
skin.

	Lucy and Zhang kneeled on both sides of me, the plate of fish resting
at their feet. Lucy picked up a pair of chopsticks and a small roll of
salmon, wrapped in seaweed.

	"Now open wide Dean and enjoy!" Lucy said. She put the sushi roll in
my mouth and I ate it, the taste being salty and rich but very
delicious. Next, Zhang used her own pair of chopsticks to feed me a
mouthful of rice, which was also quite good. The entire experience of
having someone feed you was not like anything I had ever experienced -
you don't feel helpless, but at the same time it is a very empowering
feeling to be fed by someone else and to feel that slight bit of
special-ness. Both women were very graceful in their movements and it
was quite arousing to watch their beautiful skin against their silk
robes.

	When I had finished eating, Lucy carried the tray away while Zhang
led me down the hall. Lucy's house was quite large, decorated in a mix
of Asian style and modern art decor. It seemed to fit her personality
perfectly - American raised, but hadn't forgotten her roots. I
followed Zhang down a hall into an exercise/spa like room towards the
back of the house. to my surprise, the water in the spa was already
churning and heated. The spa was set into the floor, not above ground
like most are. I had just taken a spa on my vacation only a few weeks
earlier, but this one was different. The water didn't seem to churn
like a normal spa would, and it appeared to be more of just a hot bath
of sorts. The room was filled with the heat of the tub and a small set
of heated stones sitting near the tub.

	"Please, get into the tub and I will wash you," Zhang said. I was a
little embarrassed because I could feel my hard on growing some (this
whole situation was extremely erotic, in a way I had never felt).
Zhang must have sensed my embarrassment about my current state, so she
turned around while I undressed. Stepping lightly into the tub, the
water was very hot but felt very good against my skin. The air over
the water was very fragrant, with the scent of oils and plant extracts
mixed into the water.

	I sank into the tub slowly, letting the hot water cover my skin. I
felt my muscles relax almost completely, and I laid against the side
of the tub. Zhang came over at sat next to me, a cloth washrag in her
hand and a bucket of soap suds. Dipping her delicate, small hands into
the soap water, she squeezed it out and then began to drub the cloth
over my shoulders as I laid back and relaxed. I was at total ease, and
when Zhang would finish scrubbing one part of my body, she barely had
to push me and I would move to her exact whim, rolling around like a
wet piece of pasta. The cloth she used to scrub my body was extremely
soft, and felt wonderfully smooth on my skin as Zhang moved it back
and forth.

	When the time came for me to stand up so that Zhang could wash the
backs of my legs, I gingerly stood up and hoped that she wouldn't
notice the hard-on she had given me. But to my surprise, she seemed to
simply ignore it and act as if it wasn't even there. Lucy had returned
at some point during my "bath time" with a stack of towels. As I
climbed out of the spa, refreshed and more relaxed than I had felt in
years, Lucy was there waiting to wrap her towel around me.

	"Now you have been fed and bathed, now we can REALLY show you how a
woman, or in our case women, can please a man," Lucy said seductively.
The light from outside the room had shown through her robe slightly
and I could make out her thin, muscular frame beneath the material.
Wrapping the towel around my waist, I followed them into the living
room area again.

	Lucy and Zhang both sat down on the floor and motioned for me to do
the same. There was a very large mattress like bedding on in the
middle of the room that took up most of the floor space that we all
sat on. Both Lucy & Zhang, acting together, gently laid me down onto
the bedding and unwrapped the towel from my waist, leaving me naked
(and hard), laying on the bedding. Zhang & Lucy then stood up and each
removed their robes, revealing their naked bodies.

	Lucy was very well toned, with a slight hint of a six pack for her
tummy and muscular legs that were both graceful and clearly quite
strong. Her breasts were a beautiful sight, a large B cup resting
perfectly on her chest. She had put her hair down and let it flow over
her shoulders like a long, beautiful river. Lucy's pubic hair was
neatly trimmed and as dark as the hair on her head. She looked
statuesque in the light, a perfect specimen of a perfect body.

	That's not to say that Zhang didn't appear to be flawless either. Her
body wasn't as developed as Lucy's and seemed to be more of that like
an elf or nymph would be - spry, nimble and petite, but also graceful
and delicate. Her breasts weren't as large as Lucy's either, perhaps
maybe just a larger A cup, but her nipples were quite beautiful. A
very light shade of pink except for on the very, very tips, they
looked like rose petals pressed against her ivory skin. Her hips also
were not as full as Lucy's, but still had a girlish flair to them that
was very alluring. Her pussy hair was almost non-existent, save for a
few sparse hairs just above her slightly protruding lips.

	They wasted no time getting started. Lucy moved up to my chest and
began to rub her hand over it. Lowering her thin lips to just below my
shoulders, she gently began to kiss my chest. The kisses were very
sensual, warm but dry and felt like fire sizzling on my skin. Her soft
kiss sent shivers down my spine. I felt Lucy move her mouth down my
chest, slowly dragging her tongue over and around my nipple, teasing
it around in a little circle.

	Zhang meanwhile was busy on her own. While Lucy was kissing my chest,
Zhang had began to lightly play with my balls, running them over her
fingers and massaging them with her nails. It tickled but felt amazing
at the same time. One thing was for sure - these ladies knew how to
please a man.

	Lucy continued her kisses down my body until she reached my cock,
rock hard and laying against my stomach, waiting for it's share of the
attention. Lucy put it in her hand and began to jerk me up and down
very slowly, timing her rhythm with Zhang's tickling of my nuts. Then
at the same time, both girls put their mouths on my balls and began to
suck them in gently into their mouths. Within a moment, I felt Zhang's
tongue snake from her mouth and begin to lick my sack. Then, coming
from the opposite direction was Lucy's tongue. Both girls were sucking
and licking my balls while Lucy played with my cock. The feeling was
beyond description. They kept at this for a few minutes and I felt at
total ease, feeling the pleasure these two beautiful stars were giving
me.

	However, what almost caused me to blow my load on the spot was
actually something that seemed to happen by mistake. I glanced down to
watch them, and just about came as I saw Zhang's tongue move
accidentally into Lucy's mouth. It was very brief, but it was one of
the most erotic things I had ever seen. Out of the corner of her eye,
Lucy spotted me watching them.

	"Did you like that Dean? Did you like seeing mine and Zhang's tongue
touch each other?" Lucy said seductively.

	I could only nod in agreement.

	"Well then, I think we have found an even better way to please you,"
Lucy said. She glanced over at Zhang and the two girls looked at each
other, communicating with glances and looks. Both then sat up onto
their knees and pulled closer together.

	I watched in amazement as Lucy took Zhang's naked body into her arms
and began to french kiss her almost forcefully. Zhang seemed a little
reluctant at first, but then began to enjoy Lucy's urging her on and
returned the kiss with great fervor. Zhang wrapped her arms around
Lucy's thin waist and pulled her to her closer, their breasts crushing
against one another. Lucy moved her free hand (the other being behind
Zhang's head) down Zhang's trim tummy and began to slide a finger into
her cunt, playing with it. Zhang jumped a little at this, mostly from
surprise, but seemed to be greatly encouraged by Lucy's stroking of
her pussy.

	Left on my own, but gladly enjoying the show, I began to stroke my
dick, it's hardness now unbearable as I watched the two Asian beauties
put on a great performance. Zhang broke the kiss and lowered her mouth
to Lucy's left breast and started licking and sucking on it, gently
and softly. Lucy threw her head back in silent bliss as the younger
woman fondled her breasts. Clearly the more dominant of the two, Lucy
pulled her hand from Zhang's cunt and slowly pushed the girl down onto
her back. Zhang spread her legs wide and pulled her pussy lips open as
Lucy lowered her head to Zhang's waiting snatch.

	With obviously a lot of experience, Lucy wasted no time sticking her
tongue into the young girls cunt and probing her most inner regions.
Her face totally buried, Lucy would take her time moving around inside
of Zhang. At first, her mouth and tongue would be wrapped completely
around the girl's sex as Lucy sucked on it, a loud slurping noise
filling the air. Zhang liked this tremendously and began to buck her
hips up and down off the ground, moving in time with Lucy's sucking.
To calm her down (it was tough to keep her mouth on Zhang), Lucy
inserted her middle finger into Zhang's cunt while she fucked her with
her tongue. At the insertion of Lucy's finger, Zhang began to moan
uncontrollably, crying out in pure ecstasy.

	Feeling like I would shoot my load at any second, I needed release.
Walking up behind Lucy with my dick in my hand, I positioned my 9
inches of meat at her waiting hole. She was a little damp from all the
excitement, so I rubbed my cock against her pussy to get it nice and
lubricated for my entry. When I was covered in her juices, I slowly
eased my prick into her. Lucy gasped a little, as she didn't know I
was going to be entering her, but pushed her hips back slightly to
accommodate me and get more into her. I began small strokes in and out
of her cunt and within a few thrusts I was buried inside of her
completely.

	Lucy had paused while I entered her, but now was working double time,
her upper body licking Zhang out and her ass and thighs working
against me. Lucy's snatch was pretty open, although I felt a little
bit of tightness that I guess meant she hadn't been fucked in a little
while. As I continued to pound away at her, Zhang's moans grew louder
and louder as she was on the edge of cumming.

	"UUUNNNGGHHHH!!!!" Zhang moaned, bucking her hips up hard towards
Lucy's face as Zhang orgasmed, her chest and small breasts heaving up
and down. Lucy caught most of Zhang's juices with her tongue and drank
them down quickly, trying not to miss even a little bit of her sweet
pussy juice. Zhang calmed down after a minute or so and laid down on
the ground, her chest still rising and falling rapidly as she caught
her breath. Lucy looked back at me, her face shiny and sticky from
Zhang's juices, and squinted her eyes tight as I fucked her pussy.
Lucy opened her mouth in small "O" shape and moaned softly as she too
was on the verge of cumming.

	However, I beat her to it. I felt my balls rise up some as a hot
stream of cum shot through my cock and into Lucy's fiery hot pussy. I
squirted jet after jet of my sperm into her, feeling it go deep within
her pussy and hit her inner walls. My orgasm triggered Lucy's own and
I felt her pussy lips shudder around me as she came as well, her inner
muscles contracting around my dick tightly. I held myself inside her
for a minute or so and then pulled out, the head of my shaft covered
in juice.

	We all rested for a moment, but Zhang, being the youngest of us, was
more than ready to keep going.

	"I see that Zhang's pussy wants to feel your cock too Dean," Lucy
said. "Shall we introduce the two?"

	"Of course. I'd hate to turn down an invitation," I said, smiling.

	Lucy took my semi-hard prick in her hand and led me over on me knees
towards Zhang. Now it was my turn to lay down, so I followed Lucy's
instruction and spread my legs wide, holding my dick in my hand. Zhang
stood up and squatted over me , her strong leg muscles flexing as she
lowered herself towards my prick. Lucy wrapped her arm around Zhang's
waist and gently guided the girl towards me. Enjoying the tease before
the set-up, Lucy would drop Zhang's pussy just low enough to get the
head of my dick in, but then raise the girl off slightly off of me.
She did this repeatedly, each time slipping more of my meat inside of
Zhang. It took a lot of strength on Zhang's part not to just fall down
on top of me, as this sort of up and down exercise had to be tiring.
But she showed no indication of it being a problem, and in fact seemed
to love it with each downward motion more than the last. Her body was
glistening with sweat now and her hair was matted around her face as
she rode me up and down slowly.

	Finally, Zhang had lowered herself so that all of my prick was inside
of her. She lifted herself off once more and then dropped back onto me
suddenly. We both cried out in pleasure as I felt my rod run up into
her like a missile and her tightness stretch around me. I wasn't sure
how often she had fucked, but she felt almost like a virgin as I
pumped in and out of her.

	Zhang ran her hands up and down my chest, resting them on my
shoulders as she lifted her hips up and down and rode me, matching my
upward thrusts. Lucy meanwhile had crawled between my legs and was
again licking and sucking on my balls with her tongue as I fucked
Zhang. I felt one of Lucy's fingers move up towards my ass and felt
the pressure as she slowly slid a finger into it.

	I had never had that happen before, but it felt quite good to feel
Lucy's fingertip wiggle around inside my asshole slightly while Zhang
rode my cock and Lucy licked my balls. Zhang lowered her head to my
face and we began to kiss passionately, our tongues entwining within
each other's mouths. Her tongue was small and delicate but nimble and
quick, as she explored my mouth. I could feel Zhang's hot panting
breath on my face and knew she was on the verge of another orgasm.

	I grabbed Zhang's ass tightly and pulled her back and forth against
my cock as she rode me, the backwards and forward motion putting
extreme friction against her clit and my dick. I was also just about
to cum, so I was trying to cum at the same time as Zhang did, so that
I could shoot my load in her as he juices poured out.

	It was Lucy that got us both off though. Moving from between my legs
to put her head on my chest, Lucy had great timing as she began to
lick both of us off at once. When my cock was fully exposed, she gave
it a quick lick and when Zhang crashed down onto my hips, Lucy's
tongue knew right where to find Zhang's fully aroused and exposed
clit. It only took two of these little tongue tricks to get us off,
and Zhang screamed loudly as she came. Bucking deep into her, I shot
my second, surprisingly stronger load into her, tightening my ass
cheeks as I raised my hips from the ground, trying to stay as deep in
her as possible.

	Exhausted, the three of us lay there for an hour or so, catching our
breath and fondling one another.

	
	Lucy came with me as I drove Zhang back to her hotel room. I walked
her up to her room and came in to make sure that everything was ok.
Alarmingly, it was not. Sitting on her bed was a small package and a
note. It was written in Chinese and placed atop the package. The girls
had been in good spirits until they saw it on the bed, but then
Zhang's face turned a sickly pale white as she realized what it was.

	"Oh no...Lao has been here..." she said. 

	"What is that? Has he done this before?" I asked, all of us stopped
in the middle of the room staring at it.

	"Yes. It is a bomb," Zhang said coldly, her words stuttering a little
as they came out.

	My heart leaped into my throat. "A bomb? How did he get it in here?
Why did he put it here?" I asked, my voice rising to a level of
extreme tension.

	"It's his calling card of sorts. If you do him a disservice that he
deems terrible enough, he will always seek revenge. Usually though,
his notes tell why he did it and if we are lucky, how to stop it,"
Zhang said.

	"I'm not walking over there to get that note," Lucy said, turning
towards the door. "I'm calling the cops,"

	"NO!" Zhang and I both said at the same time. We glanced at each
other in puzzlement, as we both had different reasons not to get the
police involved.

	"Lucy, we can't have this get out to the media. Lao may go to jail
for the bomb but so will I for holding him at gunpoint," I said. "I'll
go get the note and you girls read it to me,"

	They both nodded in agreement and I began to cautiously walk towards
the package. The note rested slightly on top of it, trying to show us
that the note would not set it off. As I drew closer to it, I extended
my shaking hand out and picked the note up off of the bed. Walking
just as slowly back towards them, I handed Zhang the note. She began
to read it in English:

	"Mr. Simonds, allow me to explain my actions. Coming into my house
brandishing firearms brought great disrespect to me and my business
and for that, you must prove yourself a worthy adversary. I knew that
you would be the one reading this because my men have followed you
since you left my storefront two days ago. They also know that you are
alone up there with Zhang Ziyi and another delicate Asian beauty, Ms.
Lucy Liu. The package resting on the bed is a bomb. Open the packaging
and examine the small box. It contains three wires protruding from
inside, all but one of which are linked to a detonation device. The
explosives beneath the detonation device are plastic C4 and are strong
enough to destroy the entire floor in which you stand. Should you find
the correct wire, the bomb will disengage and you will have proved
yourself worthy to me as a business associate. Do not try to contact
outside help, nor leave the room, because my men are watching your
every move and can detonate the explosive remotely. Good luck."

	We all stood in silence for a few moments. Then, I finally spoke: "I
got us into this mess, I have no choice but to try and get us out,"

	Walking over to the package, I slowly remove it's wrapping and set
the black box on the bed. The note was right: there are 3 wires, a
green, red and blue. On the face of the box is something that Lao
neglected to mention - a clock counting down to the time before
detonation. It read 7:00 and was quickly counting down.

	"Ladies, please stay over there. I'm going to try and figure this
thing out and I don't want you near the impact in case it goes off. In
fact, crouch behind that counter over there," I said. Lucy & Zhang
followed my advice and quickly moved behind the mini-bar and kneeled
down, watching me.

	6:00....

	I stared carefully at the box, tracing the wires. The red and blue
were on the same side of the box, but each came out of a separate hole
and looped to the top of the box, where they reentered it. The green
wire on the other hand, ran from the right side of the box over it
vertically and connected inside below where the red and blue wires
protruded from. It was quite confusing to look at and became tricky to
trace where a wire started and a wire ended.

	5:00....

	Reaching into my pants, I pulled out my pocket knife and a small pen
light that I had received as a gift back when I was still a child.
Turning on the light, I shone it into each of the holes. The red and
blue wires appeared to connect to a smaller black box inside, which
lay just below the timer. The inner walls of the box were tightly
packed with a gray, clay like substance that I could only guess were
the explosives. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I recognized
them. Rotating the box towards me, I shone my light into the hole
where the green wire came out. It connected also to a small box, but
where the red & blue wires ends disappeared, the green one's went into
another box, as if in a loop.

	2:30....

	Lucy and Zhang had come to stand behind me now, despite my
instructions. When they glanced down at the timer, they began to
panic. Screaming and yelling things frantically, Zhang began jumping
up and down. Lucy tried to calm her down but quickly became upset
herself. They began pacing back and forth behind me and I tried my
best to ignore them. I think that brings this now back to where we
started.

	Glancing down at the timer, it read 1:15 and the seconds seemed to be
screaming by like a train. Picking up my pocket knife, I had to decide
what to do. The green wire seemed to be the obvious choice, but it
seemed almost TOO obvious. And yet, between red and blue, which was
the better pick? I decided to go with green.

	27 seconds.....

	My hand shaking almost uncontrollably, I took the green wire in my
hand and slowly began to rub it back and forth against the knife.

	14 seconds....

	The plastic cut away and I cringed a little as the knife made contact
with the wire. Flinching and tightening up my shoulders a little as I
cut, I gave it one final tug and felt the blade cut through the wire.

	My heart going a mile a minute, nothing happened. I slowly opened my
eyes and glanced down at the clock - :08 seconds left. I relaxed for
just a moment before suddenly the package began to beep rapidly.
Running for cover, I dove behind the counter (Lucy and Zhang had
already moved there, my guess is when I began cutting the wire). The
package continued to beep but nothing happened.
	
	Then, not a moment later and much to our surprise, the door to the
room burst open and in walked Lao.

	"Ahh, Mr. Simonds. Congratulations! You truly are a man of integrity.
A lesser, cowardly man would have gone to the police right away. But
you sir are a true warrior, willing to sacrifice yourself if needed,"
Lao said, vigorously shaking my hand.

	"Now, let us go celebrate our new partnership. Zhang may of course
stay with you, as I am now sure she is in, how do you say, good hands.
But we must make everything official with a celebration, come come!"
Lao said, walking out the door. I glanced at Lucy & Zhang. They
shrugged their shoulders at me and followed Lao out.

	Catching my breath and trying not to have a heart attack from the
fact that I almost got blown up, I put my knife back in my pocket and
went to join the celebration. And what a celebration it was - Lao was
a much more caring and fair man than I had first thought. True, he did
have shady ties, but winning his respect meant the world to him and he
now felt I was in his good graces.

	Closing the hotel door behind me as I left the room on my way out
towards said celebration, the package continued to beep incessantly,
it's clock frozen at :08.




	CHAPTER 19: Halle Berry

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