SHOWDOWN AT SHANGHAI PALACE

by Greg Ossog

Mike Welch was doing paperwork in the small office when Avy Fong 
knocked softly on the open door and leaned in.

"Mr. Welch? There's a woman named Sonia Clark here to see you. 
She's from the Board of Health. She says it's a routine 
inspection."

"We're about due for one," Mike said, standing up. "We're in 
very good shape for it. Thank you, Avy." It was three in the 
afternoon, the dead time between lunch and dinner: a good time 
to deal with the inspector.

He followed her into the main dining area, where all the tables 
were empty. Avy was 26, the oldest of the Fong daughters working 
at the restaurant. She was a pleasure to work with: smart, 
personable and professional. Though she was the lead hostess 
here, it couldn't be long before she was running her own 
restaurant. She could probably run this one quite capably.

She was pretty, too, and that never worked against a woman. Avy 
had the sort of beauty that was underrated, and led many a man 
to assume (wrongly) that he alone had the discriminating taste 
to notice. She was of Chinese descent, with a slender build and 
glossy black hair that tumbled over the shoulders if let loose; 
but usually she had it tied in a ponytail to keep it out of the 
way. Oddly enough, the first thing Mike had noticed about Avy 
was her eyebrows. And it was hard to even describe why he found 
them beautiful. But they were just perfect for her, accentuating 
her expression whether smiling, frowning, or thoughtful.

At the reception area the inspector, Ms. Clark, introduced 
herself. She was primly attired in black skirt and a crisp dark 
green blouse, with no jewelry. Her hair was tied back in a bun, 
and she wore glasses whose rectangular frames were probably too 
dark for her. She could be pretty -- she had a nice figure, 
evident even in the business clothing -- and she seemed to have 
come from South America, or maybe Hawaii. The name Clark was no 
hint.

"I'm here for the periodic inspection," Ms. Clark said. "Can I 
have the names of the waitresses, please?"

"Our hostesses are Avy Fong and Bin Fong," Mike said. Bin had 
been dusting and cleaning tables, but now stood beside them. Ms. 
Clark shook hands with each, then returned to Mike with a frown.

"Mr. Welch... I have to say that I think these outfits are 
inappropriate. It makes it seem like you're running a different 
sort of business in the back."

Mike considered this to be very rude, and he was preparing an 
answer in defense when Avy answered for him. "My aunt made these 
dresses for us. She's part owner in the restaurant. I think 
they're beautiful."

Ms. Clark scowled, not conceding the point, but not pressing it 
either. Mike would admit the outfits were a little revealing. 
Avy and Bin wore sleeveless dresses based on traditional Chinese 
attire, ivory-colored silk with floral patterns. The dresses 
were hemmed rather high on the thigh, so crossing the legs was 
mandatory if they sat down, unless shielded by a table or the 
front register. But they spent most of their time on their feet. 
They wore pale white hose to match their light skin.

Instead of a traditional high collar, the dresses had a plunging 
neckline, not very wide, but deep, past the sternum. And Mike 
had a good idea of what really got Ms. Clark upset. Avy was 
small-chested, probably an A cup, and wore no bra; if she leaned 
or reached forward, the dress tended to gap a bit at the 
neckline. If the lighting was good, and the viewing angle was 
right, you could see an entire breast in profile, including 
nipple, as the material hung about an inch away. Mike had taken 
such a peek many times and considered it a perk of the job. Avy 
certainly knew what was happening, but seemed not to mind, and 
would probably tolerate it as long as Mike was discreet and 
didn't do anything else. Polite as she was, she would certainly 
have spoken her mind if it bothered her.

Bin, younger by a year and a half, was a more fully endowed, 
showing actual cleavage in the neckline; but since she filled 
out her dress more, she didn't offer the same sort of view Avy 
did. If Mike were to see them both naked, standing side by side 
(which would never happen by the way, he thought, not in a 
billion years), he'd probably pick Bin for a night in bed. But 
he'd have no objection with either one, not at all. In fact, 
both were beautiful. He doubted Avy or Bin had a single blemish 
anywhere on their skin.

He must have been lost in thought for a moment, because Ms. 
Clark cleared her throat and gave him a look even more stern. 
Mike said, "I do think we're drifting from the purpose of this 
inspection."

He was confident there would be no problems. Last week, by 
coincidence, he'd had a professional cleaning crew go through 
the entire restaurant. The place sparkled. The only equipment 
malfunctioning was an exhaust fan in the kitchen, and he had 
documentation of parts on order.

Ms. Clark led them around the dining room, peeking under tables, 
picking up napkin holders and so on. Then she announced she was 
ready for the food preparation area. They pointed the way and 
followed her in.

She was shocked at what she saw.

"You've got to be kidding," Ms. Clark said. "This is 
ridiculous."

Mike was a little taken aback as well at the sight. He had been 
busy with paperwork, and hadn't stepped in to check on the cooks 
in a few hours. "One of the exhaust fans is not working," he 
started to explain. "Replacement is on order, and I have the PO. 
So it's going to be a little warm in here until that arrives."

The cool unflappable demeanor Ms. Clark arrived with was gone. 
"That's no excuse for this! Look what they're wearing!"

What could Mike say? She was basically right; this was not 
something you normally saw in a kitchen. "Well," he began, "we 
let the staff in the back wear what's comfortable. And because 
of the higher temperature, it looks like they've had to adapt. 
Anyway, girls, this is Sonia Clark, from the Board of Health, 
and Ms. Clark, meet Cay, Dina and Echo Fong." They three girls 
waved hello and then returned to work.

Cay, Dina and Echo were daughters three, four, and five in the 
Fong family, ranging in age from 23 to 19. Like Avy and Bin, 
they were all gorgeous. Unlike their older sisters, they all had 
stripped off some clothing to stay comfortable in the heat.

Cay, folding wontons, was down to lavender bikini panties and a 
yellow T-shirt that either had started out too small for her, or 
had shrunk in the heat. The material was quite thin, and clung 
to her upper body like a leotard. She wore no bra. Her dark 
areolae and nipples might have been visible from 100 feet away.

Dina, slicing vegetables, wore brief yellow panties, and a 
thicker, looser white T-shirt. It would have concealed her 
breasts quite adequately, except she periodically pulled the 
front of it up to mop her brow, exposing them.

Echo wore the least of all: a black thong and matching bra. She 
had quite large breasts for an Asian woman, and they swayed 
gently as she worked at a large skein of noodles. The bra barely 
covered her nipples.

"This is outrageous," said Ms. Clark. "I'm going to have to 
speak with the owner."

"Again, I think what these women are wearing is not within your 
jurisdiction as a health inspector. But if you insist, I'll give 
you a phone number."

Then Mike remembered something. "You know... Ms. Clark... every 
other inspector has shown us a city-issued ID badge before even 
saying hello. But I haven't seen your badge."

Ms. Clark paused. "Well... I'm new. I don't have a badge yet."

"That's OK, I'll just call up the Board of Health and verify 
you're with them."

"They... might not all know me yet. I'm very new."

"Ms. Clark, I've seen enough inspections to know you've 
complained about the wrong things, and not even looked at dozens 
of others. I don't think you're a health inspector at all, and 
I'd really like to know what you're doing here."

Echo had been listening, and turned around. "She's a spy!" It 
was the first thing any of the kitchen staff had said. Cay and 
Dina advanced too, expressions grim, moving to surround Ms. 
Clark. "Why are you here?" Echo demanded. She spoke with a very 
slight accent.

"Now listen," said Ms. Clark, a hand raised, palm out. "I think 
you're misunderstanding the situation. You do not want to do 
anything rash..."

Cay pulled the clipboard out of Ms. Clark's grasp and stared at 
the blank pad of paper attached. "There's nothing here! It's all 
fake! She is a spy!" She tossed it aside.

"You can't take people's stuff like that," Ms. Clark yelled, 
storming forward, shoving Cay.

Cay knocked her arm aside and stepped forward, pointing a finger 
in her face. "Don't push me, you spy!", she shouted, and pushed 
her back into the wall. A small bulletin board, knocked loose, 
clattered to the floor.

Ms. Clark reached forward, grabbed the collar of Cay's T-shirt 
and yanked, hard. Cay was almost pulled off balance, but then 
the flimsy fabric gave way. As Ms. Clark held the tattered 
scraps in her fist, Cay shrieked and covered her suddenly 
exposed breasts.

Up to this point, Mike had been looking for a chance to stop the 
brewing fight. But now he wanted to see where it would go. It 
was obvious Ms. Clark was not with the city, she was 
trespassing, and she started the altercation. The girls could 
certainly hold their own. Mike saw no harm in letting it 
continue.

Dina and Echo were now even more angry. "Now you asked for it, 
lady," Echo shouted. It couldn't have been easy for a girl in 
skimpy lingerie to look menacing, but Echo managed to.

Ms. Clark retreated into the hallway, following a wall until she 
found open space. It was the banquet room in the back. Brightly 
lit, the carpeted room was mostly empty, with tables and chairs 
stacked at the far wall. Dina and Echo followed her in, stalking 
their prey. Mike found a place just inside the doorway to watch.

The empty carpeted area became the arena for what followed. Dina 
and Echo scolded and shoved Ms. Clark, who shoved back; and 
their anger flared up quickly. Cay stormed in, still topless, 
really wearing almost nothing, and went for specific revenge, 
ripping open Sonia's blouse in a shower of buttons. But Sonia 
gave her a strong shove, making her stumble on her heels.

While Dina and Echo faced Sonia, Cay moved to the back and 
grabbed the collar of her blouse. She was unable to simply tear 
the shirt off -- the fabric held -- so she stepped back and 
pulled the woman off balance. Sonia landed on her back, and Cay 
put her knees on her shoulders, immobilizing her. The blouse 
fell open to reveal large breasts in a bright white bra that 
glowed against the walnut-colored skin. Half of Sonia's hair was 
loose, spilling on the floor.

Unable to get back up, Sonia devoted her energy to kicking at 
Dina and Echo, who dodged a few kicks and then pounced, pinning 
her legs. Dina restrained both legs at the calf as Echo took off 
Sonia's high-heeled shoes, which would have really hurt if they 
made contact. At this point the three had Sonia completely 
immobilized, and could have injured the defenseless woman quite 
badly. Based on what was done to Cay, however, Echo had other 
plans. She yanked Sonia's skirt roughly, snapping a button. It 
took several pulls, as their victim bucked and struggled, to get 
the skirt down to the knees. Echo sat on her thighs, allowing 
Dina to let go of her calves and pull the skirt the rest of the 
way off. Sonia's plain white cotton panties matched her bra. My 
god, Mike thought, they're going to completely strip this woman. 
At least he hoped they would.

Echo got up, preparing to strip the panties, but Dina had not 
sat back down. Sonia saw her chance to kick herself free, 
forcing the two of them back. Then she arched her back and legs 
over her head to strike at Cay, who grunted and fell backwards. 
In an instant Sonia was back up. Mike was impressed by how well 
she escaped being pinned.

Sonia evidently decided to confront being outnumbered 3-1 by 
challenging one girl at a time. She pounced on Echo; the two 
grappled for a few moments before Ms. Clark brought her to the 
floor, where it was soon apparent she had a considerable 
advantage. She maneuvered Echo onto her back, pinning her. The 
girl struggled, her breasts heaving under her dark bra, but 
could not escape. Sonia tore off the bra, the delicate lace 
giving way easily. Echo gasped and struggled harder, but Sonia 
was in control. This had happened so quickly that Cay and Dina 
hadn't found an opening to go in and help their sister.

Sonia crouched up, letting Echo start to wriggle free, but then 
flipped her facedown and pinned her again. Echo's arms were 
splayed, her face and breasts mashed against the carpet. Sonia 
straddled her, facing her feet, and tore off her thong, leaving 
her naked. For good measure, she started spanking her quivering 
bottom, making Echo cry out.

At this point, the other sisters were able to pull Sonia off. 
Echo crawled to the side and caught her breath.

Cay and Dina tried to stay at opposite sides of Sonia and attack 
at the same time. This seemed to work for a while. Cay was able 
to pull Sonia's blouse down to her elbows, making a sort of 
straitjacket; as the woman spun around, Dina grabbed the blouse 
and kept her from being able to strike back. Sonia twisted 
again, and Cay finally pulled the blouse off. The "inspector" 
was now down to bra and panties.

Her arms freed, Sonia went directly at Dina, efficiently taking 
her down and pinning her on her back. She ripped Dina's panties 
off easily, but the thicker T-shirt fabric didn't tear well, and 
she got bogged down trying to strip it off. Meanwhile, Cay snuck 
in and unclasped her bra; then she grabbed both shoulder straps 
and pulled Sonia back, like a heavy sack of groceries. She 
tugged with all her might until weak points in the straps gave 
way and the bra came completely off. Freed again, Sonia leaped 
up and snarled at Cay. "You BITCH! You started this!"

At this, Cay's nerve failed and she turned to flee. Sonia caught 
her lavender panties and yanked, but the material gave way only 
partially before Echo, nude and furious, shoved her aside. Dina 
shoved Sonia backward, and the two of them leapt on her, keeping 
her down.

"Stay here, I'll be right back," said Cay, seething. Her panties 
were in tatters, revealing most of her left buttock and some of 
her pubic hair, but they somehow stayed on. She tromped out of 
the room and returned with a pair of scissors. "Have fun getting 
back home," she said as she picked up the woman's green blouse.

"Oh no, you can't," said Sonia, though she was powerless to 
resist.

Cay cut the blouse to ribbons, then did the same with the skirt; 
and even cut the bra cups into small pieces. While Dina and Echo 
kept Sonia restrained, Cay snipped twice, freeing her panties, 
and then cut them up also. She handed the scissors to Mike.

It seemed like Sonia was getting winded; the nude woman still 
struggled against her captors, but with less and less effort.

"I think this fight is over," Cay said. "Do you give up?"

"Let me back up and we'll see who gives up," Sonia shot back. 
Echo immediately elbowed her in the side.

"Ow! Okay, okay, I give up. Just let me go," Sonia said.

Echo and Dina hopped up, and the three sisters waited, arms 
folded as Sonia got to her feet.

Dina wore only her torn T-shirt, a huge rip exposing most of her 
left breast; but she was far better clothed than the others. Cay 
was nearly naked, a few strips of cloth around her hips and 
between her legs. Both Echo and Sonia were nude. Echo was 
pale-skinned and voluptuous compared to her sisters. Sonia 
obviously was spending some time in the gym. While Echo had 
well-toned arms from working with food all day, Sonia was 
bordering on muscular. Not quite ready to win contests by any 
means, but probably suited for a fitness magazine swimsuit 
layout. No wonder she had prevailed in the one-to-one fights.

"OK, girls, you've done enough," Mike said. "Go back into the 
kitchen." They filed out.

Sonia glared at him. "You are in such huge trouble," she said, 
trembling. "I'm gonna sue you from here to Hoboken."

Mike laughed. "'Here to Hoboken?' Where did you come up with 
that?"

At this, Felice, aka Sonia, discarded her "health inspector act" 
and smiled brightly. "Spur of the moment," she said. "Not 
everything can be a presidential speech." They embraced and 
kissed. "How did you like the show?"

"That was fucking awesome," Mike said. "Where did you find those 
girls?"

"Friends of friends," she said coyly. "They're not really 
sisters, of course. For one thing, 'Dina' is Korean."

Mike was already heated up from watching the fight, and having 
her nude body next to him was must making things worse. "Would 
you care to come to my office?" Mike asked.

"I can do better than that," she said. "Over here."

Behind a folding partition, Felice had set up a twin-size bed. 
Big enough for two, if they didn't get too horizontally 
acrobatic.

Now often Mike didn't last too long with Felice; it was like a 
fire burning itself out in a room with too much oxygen. So they 
would usually do an assortment of things other than the old 
in-and-out to prolong the fun.

This time, however, Felice stripped him down and guided him 
inside. Fast track, no waiting. The act the girls had put on was 
foreplay enough.

Afterward, she lay on top of him, kissing him idly, when Cay 
walked in. Unfortunately, she was now fully dressed, in jeans 
and a sweatshirt. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but they need us to 
clear out so they can get ready for dinner." Sonia had simply 
borrowed the restaurant to stage this little play for Mike's 
benefit.

"How about some privacy?" Mike said, grinning.

"Oh, come on, Mike," said Sonia. "You saw them practically 
naked. Why not let her get a glimpse of you?"

"That's fair," Mike said. "I'm just dismayed to see she's 
dressed again."

"Oh, it's not as if you'll never see them again," said Sonia, 
with a devious smile. "Thanks, Cay, we'll be right out."

When Cay left, they started dressing. She asked him which one of 
the "Fong sisters" he liked the best.

"That's a tough one," Mike said. Certainly Echo had a nice body, 
but then so did Cay; so did them all. But he hadn't seen as much 
of Avy and Bin, and curiosity was burning inside him. Certainly 
Avy had something about her. "I'd probably have to say Avy. Or 
Cay. But not by much."

"Tell you what," she said. "I'll make up something involving Avy 
and you. Probably Bin, too; a two for one. Are you interested?"

"I am. I hope they are."

"Any friend of mine is a friend of theirs." She kissed him. "So 
watch your mailbox."

  
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