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Subject: Garters and Lace: Joi
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Date: Thu, 09 Jan 97 03:02:46 -0800

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Garters and Lace:Joi

Desperate to escape an arranged marriage, Joi Lee fled Hong Kong
to New York City. Her first time traveling abroad, she was afraid
and alone. That's how Mona found her. She was sitting in the
cafe, sipping her mocha java when a beautiful asian women
entered.

Her keen appraisal told her she was in her early twenties, and
not use to the familiar bustle of the city. Mona decided to
introduce herself, the young woman seem like she could use a
friend right about now.

"Hello." Joi was startled to hear a voice behind her, she turned
quickly to see who greeted her. Mona knew she was frightened, so
she decided to take it slow. Joi, greeted her cautiously, she
knew she couldn't trust strangers. "Hello." she returned the
greeting. "Would you like to join me for a cup of java?" Mona,
noticing her distress quickly assured her that she was only
offering coffee, nothing more, nothing less.

Joi, thanked her, then joined her at the small table. After
consuming a cup or green tea she relaxed some. Mona's charm and
wit was easy to smile at. Joi, felt Mona was so easy to chat with
that she found herself telling her everything, her life, the
arranged marriage, her trip to NYC. Mona nodded in understanding.
"So, you don't have a job," she asked. Mona knew she would make
an excellent escort, men usually go wild for an exotic asian
beauty. "No, I don't have a working visa, just my passport." Joi,
sighed deeply. "All I thought about was fleeing. I didn't have
time make arrangements, even if I did I would't have known where
to start," she said, clearly exasperated about her situation. "Do
you have a place to stay." Mona realizing a profitable
opportunity was not about to let her slip through her fingers.
"Yes, I'm staying at a hotel called the Yin-Yang in ChinaTown."
Moan's eyes grew wide with surprise. "You can't stay there!" She
almost shouted. Joi, looked at her with a puzzled expression.
"Why not," she asked. "Honey, that's a house of ill-repute."Joi,
repeated the words. "I'm sorry, ill-repute" she queried. Mona
overlooked, Joi's need to have certain terms explained when she
made her remark. Although, Joi was fluent in English, she still
couldn't grasp the definition of a few words. At times, Mona
paraphrased a sentence so she could comprehend its' meaning.

Joi's face flushed red. "Could you recommend another hotel?" She
knew she couldn't stay there. "Can I," Mona smiled. "Since you're
alone with no place to stay..." Her voiced trailed off, giving
her the appearance that she was deep in thought. "I got it," she
exclaimed as if she had a brilliant idea. "You can stay with a
friend of mine, her name is Tempest. Joi thought it was an
unusual name for a woman, for anyone.  "Tempest," she asked.
"Yeah, she said her mother gave her that name because she was
born during a typhoon on the island of St. Martin. You two will
get along famously." Joi, couldn't help smiling at Mona's words.
Maybe she will be ok, after all.At that thought, Mona paid her
bill, then they left the cafe. The manager shook his head in
dismay, he knew what Mona had in-store for her newest arrival, he
was helpless to prevent it. He watched countless girls enter the
cafe with that same haunted expression, and Mona is always their
crooning and comforting, promising them things that they all
wanted and so desperately need. But they didn't realize the price
of that need until too late, they were bound by ambition and
greed. The money is alluring, forever snaring them in its trap.
It was their first love, ultimate desire, and like junkies
craving for a fix, they were addicted to the power it possessed,
and the power it supplied them with. The power to rule their
destiny???


They arrived at the historic Brownstone on Second Avenue. Joi was
in awe of the large brick buildings that seem to dominate the
block. "Well here we are." Joi, couldn't wait to see what the
inside look like. She was used to high-rises, and non-descript
buildings. She was glad to see the multi-colored flowers on the
window-ledge. She had a feeling she was going to like 
living here. Mona, rung the doorbell, it was immediately
answered by a beautiful, tan-skinned woman. Hi, I've been
expecting you two,"she smiled, offering to take their coats. "I
took the liberty of making some tea, would you guys care for a
cup" Mona, stated she had enough caffeine for the day. Joi,
accepted readily. "Is she the one called, Tempest?" Joi was
hoping she said yes. She instantly liked the young woman with the
bright personality. "Yes, that's her," she smiled as she watched,
Joi's expression. "Tempest..hmmm...she seems nothing like her
name." Tempest arrived with two steaming hot cups of tea. "I
heard that," she said, totally surprising, Joi. "Oh, no offense."
Embarrassed to be caught talking about her new roommate, she
flushed scarlet. Tempest, chuckled. "It's ok, really, I'm use to
the teasing," she said. "Besides, wait till I have PMS, then
comment on my personality. I usually own up to the name." They
laughed at the small joke and settled down to become acquainted. 


<six months later>

The elevator arrived on the 20th floor. It was a private car, so
no one would notice her arrival nor departure from the building.
Joi, approached the door leading to the client's office. A quick
check of the name confirmed that she arrived at the correct
location.

<knocking at the door>

"Come in," the masculine voice called out. "Ahhh...you're more
beautiful in person. Please have a seat. Could I get you anything
to drink?" She took a seat on the leather sofa as she declined
his offer. She felt his eyes on her, she knew the oversized
trenchcoat was driving him mad with wonder. Suddenly, soft music
begin to play in the background. "I asked Mona what type of music
you like to listen to so I could buy he CD." She appreciated his
concern, most clients could care less what she like as long as it
appeased their lust. They chatted for an hour, she was amazed
that he didn't pounce on her and claw at her clothes, something
she was familiar with, but this stranger was a puzzle.

Joi was totally relaxed, she felt content in his company. "I
could almost like him," she thought as she watched his eyes
sparkle when he spoke of his home in Paris. She guessed
his age to be about mid-thirties. His hair was dark with a touch
of grey at the temples, adding to his appeal. His olive
complexion was smooth, his face clean-shaven. She liked him, but
knew it could go no further than that. It was dangerous to harbor
such fanciful thoughts like marriage and children.

"Joi?" The sound of her name gained her attention. "Yes?" He
pondered for a second. "I want you to know that I'm truly happy
that you are here." His words surprised her, she never expect him
to tell her he was happy.."about to hose his shorts"...yes, but
happy...no...not in the least. "I'mm..haaappy too...bee..here
tooo, Mr. Juliano," she stammered. "No..please call me, Sal." She
smiled at him, then repeated his name. He waled towards her, all
the while holding her gaze with his own. She was mesmerized by
the sight of him, he was much taller than she and his frame was
large. He reached for her hands, enjoying the soft delicate feel
of them. He raised them to his lips to place a light kiss on
them. Chills ran the length of her spine, a welcoming warmth
started to spread stimulating her womanhood. 

Slowly, he unfastened her trenchcoat, then opened it, exposing
her body to his heated gaze. His hungry eyes dranked the sight of
her. She was wearing a black corset with a matching G-string,
sheer-black thigh highs, and black patent leather heels. He
admired the picture of perfection she created. She was his for
this evening, he intend to take good care of her.

Joi, sucked in her breath through clenched teeth when his fingers
grazed her shoulders as he fingered the straps. Her breathing
quickened from the sensations he was creating. His arousal was
hard, begging to be released from its' confinement, but he
ignored the slight discomfort. He grabbed her smooth buttocks,
then lifted her up in the air, her legs quickly wrapped around
his waist as he carried her to his desk. She moaned against his
neck, her hot breath tickling his skin. He placed her on the edge
of the desk, then gazed down at her. Her long tresses spread
seductively on his desk, he could see as well as hear the rapid
beating of her heart. When she attempted to reach for his zipper,
he grabbed her hand gently. "No, my love, you have given so much
pleasure, but I can see in your eyes that you haven't received
your own. Tonight, I will give you that pleasure you desperately
yearn for." Joi, moaned at the sound of his words, she never met
anyone who wanted her to experience pleasure. If she wasn't
careful she could fall for this man.

His fingers trailed the edge of her lace-trimmed thigh highs,then
gently rolled it down her leg. A wave of desire shot up her spine
causing her to shiver. He removed the thigh high and let it drop
to the floor in a whisper. He caressed her bare leg for a few
seconds as he watched her expression. Joi's head was thrashing
back and forth, the sensation was  driving her mindless with
desire. He removed the other thigh high,using the same
ministrations as he did before. He lifted her leg to his lips,
his tongue flicked acrossed her trim ankles. Joi could barely
remain on the desk. "This is madness." She cried out. "Then
you're not alone," he replied as he continue to lick up her leg
with long wet strokes.

Joi, begged him to go higher, she had to feel his tongue inside
her. Sal stopped at the interest on her slit, blowing a breath of
hot air at her already heated mound. He licked her pussy's lips,
circling it before he sucked one inside his mouth. She whimpered,
the force of the contact driving her mad with lust.He continued
to suck gently as he watched the expression on her face, her
hands were pinching the nipples of her small breasts as she
squeezed his head with her thigh highs. "Ooooooooooooooooooo,
don't stop, eat me......oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo." His
mouth opened wider and added her clit to his tongues tender
probing. "Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....uh...uh....ooooooooo." Joi
couldn't catch her breath. "Please.....fuck me now!!!!! NOW!!"
She commanded.  Sal didn't waste any time, he was hard and more
than ready for her. With one swift thrust, he entered her, the
force of her bucking made him grip her ass cheeks to hold on. He
pumped her hard and fierce, his cock shining with her juices. The
sounds of his swollen balls could be heard slapping against her
ass as he increased the sensuous friction. Faster, he pumped as
she gyrated her hips, attempting to match his rhythm. "Sal!!" She
cried, tears streaming down her face. "It's sooooo
gooooood...IIII....oooooooo....IIIIIIIIIIII." She became
incoherent.

Sweat covered his body, he knew he was nearing release. Suddenly,
her walls gripped him tight, that was his undoing, he poured his
seed deep inside her, filling her with all the passion he held
for so long. They clung to each other as the rode the final wave
of their desire. Joi, attempted to focus, her mind was clouded
with the after effects of their love making. Sal, brushed the
strands of hair from her forehead, he gazed down at the lovely
vision she created. "Stay with me, Joi." She was shocked into
realization. "No." She turned her head away in shame. He placed a
warm hand against her cheek, caressing it lightly with his
fingers. "Why," he asked. Tears streamed down her face. "You know
damn well why I can't," she nearly shouted. "I'm used goods." He
was angered by her words. "Don't ever refer to yourself in that
manner. You're not some item to be purchased." She fixed him with
a heated stare. "What do you call this?? Oh, nevermind, get off
me, damn it. I want to leave." He released her instantly, neither
realized they were still coupled, until he begin to move. Both
gasped in unison as his semi-hard mass slid out of it's home.

Joi, quickly dressed. "Joi...I.." She held up a hand. "Save it,
ok. I don't want to hear another word." He shook his head, no. "I
can't let you leave this way." Joi sighed in exasperation.
"Listen, you paid for it, I supplied it so services rendered."
Sal, stood in shock as the door shut firmly behind her. "This
isn't over, Joi, I know you feel as I do," he whispered softly.

Joi, reached the safety of her vehicle, blinded by tears, she
gave into the powerful sobs that racked her body. She decided she
had to leave New York with the decision to leave made, she
started her black 500 SL Mercedes and sped out of the garage.



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