From Jenny to Mei Ch. 08

"Will - will it be too awful?"

"I think a woman like you will find the experience very pleasurable." Her blue eyes looked over Mei like she was meat and a sly smile curled her gorgeous, shiny lips, lipstick perfectly applied.

'A woman like me,' she thought. 'He told her what a whore I am.' She stopped asking questions.

She had some euro stuff on the stereo and seemed to be ignoring her. After twenty minutes on the freeway the woman took an exit and crossed over the freeway into a posh area Mei recognized. 'What a strange part of town for a lesbian gang bang,' she thought, but who knew what happened behind closed doors in tony neighborhoods? Wonder turned to bewilderment as they pulled into a mall parking lot just outside Saks Fifth Avenue.

"What are we doing here?"

"Why, we are shopping for you, Miss Huang."

"Shopping?" Her imagination was still stuck on torment. "Like, for leather or lingerie?"

"Yes, well, all items can be considered, but Mr. Conners insisted that all purchases be approved by me. I am a style consultant and he has arranged for me to outfit you with an entirely new wardrobe. This will be our first appointment with as many to follow on as needed. Shall we begin here?" She gestured to Saks.

Mei was dumbfounded. She didn't move to get out of the car when Markéta had. She was frozen in the seat. Not only had he forgiven her but he was going to drop tens of thousands more on her. His confidence in her overwhelmed her and she started to hyperventilate. She felt the tears drip onto her hands folded in her lap as she stared at the Saks sign on the brick wall of the mall. She felt loved but totally unworthy, and it hurt.

With some difficulty Markéta got her out of the car and into the mall. She'd seen women react differently to a surprise shopping spree, but never like this.

Mei recovered by the time they got to ladieswear and stood like a spectator as the tall, svelte woman went through the racks with a practiced eye and sure determination. Occasionally, she would look over at Mei, make some internal calculation, then look back to the item and keep flipping through the rack.

"You are approximately 167 cm, correct?" Seeing the puzzled expression on Mei's face, she said, "That is five feet, five inches."

"Yes."

"And 100 pounds?"

"About that."

"That's a very slim figure. Your bust?"

"Thirty-three B, but I've never been happy with my bras. C is too loose and a B seems a bit tight, at least for most of them."

"Have you ever been fitted?"

"For a bra? No."

"Then we must do that. We should've started with that first. Turn around, please. Let me see your fanny."

She did, lifting her striped blouse to show her ass in her jeans and stepping up on her toes to flex a bit.

"Yes, well, we have that we can work with." She quickly selected several items, skirts, pants of several different styles and colors.

"We'll start with these, but first we need to get a blouse, at least a temporary one, to get the full effect."

"What's wrong with this one?"

Markéta didn't answer right away; she just looked at it like it was a filthy rag. "We need something that's going to reflect your new look. You have particular colors that you're partial to?"

"I like bright yellows and pale blues."

"Those are exactly the colors that don't suit you." They had walked over to a rack of shirts and blouses. Markéta selected a cream-colored silk blouse, not unlike the one Philip had chosen for her, then walked to the changing room with the bottoms she selected. "Try each one of these and let me see them. I'll be looking for more."

She did and for the next hour she cycled through two dozen sets of pants, skirts, dresses, and sweaters, as well as the odd accessory. She thought something like this should be fun, but it was more like being outfitted by her mother. The clothes were beautiful, sure, but too mature and just not her style.

Each time she came out for review, the woman Philip hired made a comment as to why the item suited her or not. Pretty soon Mei grudgingly acknowledged that she made good sense. A skirt didn't flare just right, a pair of pants didn't hold her ass firmly enough or a color didn't match her skin tone perfectly.

She brought a pretty, powder blue silk scarf to her and draped it around Mei's neck. It was just the kind of thing she loved. "Look at your face in the mirror when I put this next to your skin. Do you see how it washes out your eyes and makes your skin look pale?"

"Yes, that's amazing. I never noticed it before."

"Now look at my eyes." She wrapped the scarf about her neck. "See how my eyes come alive? How my skin glows?"

"Yes. Wow." Her bright blue eyes seemed to intensify.

"This is why you should never wear this shade of blue again."

Selections purchased, the two moved on to an underwear boutique. This was the finest shopping center for five hundred miles. Only Hollywood had a denser concentration of high-end shops. It hosted Hermès, Neiman Marcus, Cartier, and other brands about which Mei Chun only dreamt.

When they entered Markéta was greeted as a respected and valued customer, and they were shown to a private fitting room where Mei's measurements were painstakingly taken by an old man with no regard to her privacy or comfort. When he stepped out, she said, "Mei Chun, you can be completely relaxed with Mr. Levi, he is like a doctor and has seen the most famous breasts in Hollywood." Mr. Levi found she was a C cup but just at the borderline. The man, apparently in the business for innumerable years and as accustomed to breasts as a cobbler was to shoes, suggested a brand to try and some exercises that might firm her pectoral muscles to give her perhaps an additional quarter inch around the bust.

When they walked the store, Markéta spoke about personal preference for the first time. "This is intimate apparel, so perhaps your input is most important here. You select the items and I'll decide if they're appropriate."

"What do you mean by appropriate?"

"Oh, color and fit, mostly. You can look as much like a floozy as you like, in fact the more brazen you look, the better with these items." She laughed a bit, which, for the first time, made her seem like a person. She paused for a moment, looked at Mei Chun's pretty face and said, "I'm delighted, Miss Huang, to be shopping with you. It's such a refreshing change to fit someone who is a real person with a beautiful young body."

"Thank you, Markéta. You do have a wonderful sense of style. Do you do this much?"

"Yes, it's my profession. My clients are among the most famous people in the entertainment industry. But along with the singers and actresses I have a lot of clients who are older and in very bad shape."

"Would I recognize the names of your clients?"

"Grace Dixon, last year's Grammy winner, and Olivia Palmer, who won the Oscar for best supporting actress."

Mei gasped.

"But while they're very nice in their way, they are unbelievably demanding clients and their profession leads to a certain poverty of the soul. It's nice to have someone who, pardon the expression, is a blank slate. Someone over whom I can have complete control, as it were."

"You don't seem to be enjoying it much."

"I am sorry. You know it's part of my job to be a bit cold. Usually when I'm working, I'm surrounded by other consultants and stylists all fighting to impress the client and that means I have to assert my authority. With you I should really just relax and be myself. Please forgive me for being so cold."

"That's ok. I was a full-time snotty bitch myself until a week ago. Not I'm implying you are - please don't misunderstand."

Markéta paused and turned toward her, eyes focused on her neck. "May I inquire about those lovely pearls you're wearing?"

"Do you like them? They are a gift from Philip."

"They are exquisite." She leaned a little closer, her hands gently resting on Mei's shoulders. "I think," she spoke very slowly, examining carefully, "They are," she leant back, now looking at the ruby, "perhaps the finest I've seen."

Mei began to blush.

"And Mei, I have seen fine jewelry before. Exquisite. Your Mr. Conners must be exceptionally wealthy and," she scanned up and down Mei's body again, "he has very fine tastes."

Mei began to describe Philip, his occupation and, without a great deal of detail, the general terms of their relationship. She explained that while he had absolute control, he had awakened something within her that she didn't know she possessed. That while it seemed contradictory, being his possession was the most liberating thing ever.

"I have heard of such relationships as this." She held a red chemise before Mei's body. "In fact my cousin from Plzeň is in something like this with a minister of public works in the Netherlands. From what I understand, it's as you say. The last time I saw her, she was very contented."

They continued to talk companionably, selecting several sets of lingerie and a dozen or so bras, which fit Mei like a second skin, and matching panties: some boy shorts and a couple bikinis, but mostly tangas, thongs and g-strings. Philip's wealth was diminished by $1,800 by the time they left at 8:00.

"Where to now?" Mei asked, now completely cheerful.

"Now I return you to your apartment, I'm afraid. I must be getting to my hotel for a late dinner and an early bed. I've a flight to Paris in the morning. We'll continue when I return in a couple of weeks."

"Would you like to have dinner together? I haven't eaten either and I don't know about you, but dinner alone never appeals to me. That is unless you have a date?"

Markéta was surprised a bit by the offer and was apprehensive about making this a more personal relationship. Then Mei said, "Let me ask Philip."

She texted him rather than calling, knowing that she was still being punished and more direct contact would have to be left for him to initiate.

The reply came back instantly and, as she suspected, he assented. "He says to add it to his bill."

"Very well, then. There is a brasserie in this mall I think. Perhaps it's not bad."

So they dined and it was indeed acceptable. They shared a bottle of wine and Markéta gossiped about her clients, especially the current mistress of the French president, the new one no one knew about yet. She was curious about Mei's relationship with her new mysterious client and held her breath when she described the nipple clamps and the exquisite pain they produced. She looked amazed when Mei described the fugue of constant orgasms stretching over an hour strapped to the table. She positively squirmed in her seat when Mei recounted in exquisitely erotic detail last night's encounter with the redhead Karla and the waxing.

"Does your, um, master, Mr. Conners, condone such things?"

"I don't think he objects to sex with other women, it's just doing it without his permission or maybe participation that has me in trouble."

"So," she said nervously, with her brilliant blue eyes shining, full of an intensity that Mei was beginning to recognize, "You might text him now, for example," she reached back and with her thumb and open palm gathered her long beautiful hair and carried it forward to rest on her shoulder, "and ask him if you could share my hotel room this evening?"

Mei's hand moved to the phone by her plate, and looked into the tall woman's lovely, sparkling eyes and said, "Oh my, Markéta, I'd love to..." then moved her hand away. Markéta's smile faded quickly. "But it would be too much. It would hurt him, being just a day after I, sort of betrayed him... you know?"

Mei saw that this disappointed her and perhaps she'd risked a lot by asking. "But this issue will be cleared up one way or another when you return. And I think I know how it's going to go. Have patience, please, and I'll see what I can do."

Her smile returned, not a warm smile of friendship, more like a hungry smile, that of a wolf or a man.

"Don't risk anything that would upset your relationship with him. He sounds like a wonderful man."

"In case he asks, would you object to the both of us?"

"Hmmm," she considered, "Is he fit? The one thing I can't stand is an overweight man."

"Oh yes. He's not a bodybuilder, but he has very little fat on him and I'm going to get him into the gym in the next few weeks. He's the most spectacular cook ever. He could step in for the chef here and make this into a five-star restaurant."

"Then I do want to meet him. But my preference would be some time alone with you first."

"I would love that."

The entire dynamic between them changed with this thirty second exchange. The mood at the table became flirtatious as the somewhat older, blond, Czech beauty contemplated the younger Asian woman's charms. She had been carefully appraising her face and body all evening, marveling at her lovely complexion, certainly as pretty as a models and the firmness and shape of her ass and how beautifully formed her breasts were. In her line of work she was surrounded by lovely young women and with a bit of effort any number of them might become her lover. Yet something about this girl pleased her very much. Being unsure of that something intrigued her.

Markéta stroked the back of Mei's hand with the pad of two fingers, looking for a reaction.

"You are quite something, Mei Chun. I don't react to women this way."

"Not a lesbian then?" she asked with a delicious blending of disappointment and mild confusion.

"The few times have always been a special treat for the man I was with at the time. You can't imagine how appreciative they are when you bring a girlfriend home for them. I loved every moment. But you," the lift of Markéta's eyebrows and glint in her blue eyes sent a thrill though Mei's body, "you, I want for myself."

"Oh my," Mei said, "that's..."

"Hot?"

"So erotic. But..."

"Hmmm?" Markéta purred the question.

"Um... you'll... I hope... I don't have a lot of... last night was my first time and..."

'Jesus, it's going to be so lovely to devour this girl,' Markéta thought.

"... I mean, I liked it so much, it was so... how do I express it? It felt so feminine. I felt so sexy. Like the way I feel a pretty nothing of a slip, you know?" Mei looked at the way her fingers traced the hollow between the tendons at the back of her hand and felt the back of her neck tingle. "It was totally different than with a guy."

Then she said a phrase that would echo in Markéta's mind for weeks, "Can you be my teacher?"

A hot lump contracted below Markéta's belly button with the idea that this lithe, sexy girl would give herself over to her to be taught how to please her. With relief she remembered she had packed her vibrator. "I would be delighted, Mei Chun."

Mei knew they would be lovers. The fact she would have to wait for it, would have to get Philip's permission, would build the anticipation. It would be better in the end.

They left and returned to her car, Mei wishing she had a hand free to join with Markéta's. The journey back to her apartment had a very different aura from the ride to the mall. Mei related her fears of being taken to a dungeon and tormented for hours by a pack of hungry lesbians. "Which doesn't sound that bad, does it?" Amid the laughs, Markéta adjusted her skirt to show a bit more leg.

Mei noticed the gesture, appreciated it for the subtle signal it was.

"You know, Markéta..."

"Hmm?"

"Your proposition at dinner really excited me."

"Oh yes?" Markéta's eyes flashed from the road to Mei's.

Mei gently laid her hand on the inside of her thigh and in return she got a warm smile.

"We are going to be very close friends, Miss Huang."

Mei leaned over and with her lips brushing Markéta's ear, and said, "When you're inside me, you can call me Mei," and tenderly licked her.

"Bože," Markéta groaned and swerved out of her lane for a moment.

"God, that's sexy," Mei whispered as she slid her thin hand under her lovely summer weight skirt. "What's it mean?" She felt the heat from her crotch as Markéta spread her legs.

"Oh my god..."

"Hmmm you like that? I can tell. Can we start the first lesson now?"

Her skirt was at her hips, the red of her panties showing through the tightly woven nylon of the hose.

Markéta was breathing faster, her fingers bloodless from grasping the wheel.

Mei tongued her ear and slid her hand further along her hose. "Markéta, after licking my first pussy last night I'm so totally hooked."

"Oh god."

"I bet you get really wet, don't you, Markéta? Really soggy like I do? I wonder how you taste. I couldn't believe how good it was with Karla - how her juices flowed and how delicious it was and how her lovely soft pink pussy lips felt against my tongue. Just like kissing her mouth, but softer and more tender."

Mei was speaking softly and directly into her ear, infusing the words with intimate lust.

"Will you let me do that for you, Markéta? When you come back?" She sucked her earlobe into her mouth, careful not to pull in the diamond stud. "Picture me on your bed." She licked her outer ear. "My body spread out for you." She brushed the flat of her tongue against her lobe and pushed firmly against her hot pussy. "You put your knees next to my ears and look into my eyes."

"Bože!"

"Hmmm." She licked the hollow of her neck under her lobe. "My mouth is open, my tongue eager to serve you."

"Pu... Pu... Pull away my panties... Please."

Mei didn't think about Philip as she insinuated her index finger under the band of the pantyhose and slid her hand between the nylon mesh and the soft flesh of Markéta's trim tummy.

She turned her head to look for cars to her right and caught Mei's half-closed Asian eyes when she looked back. She felt them on her as she maneuvered the car into the right lane, slowed to fifty and resolved not to get them killed.

"See my soft, wet tongue wiggling for you as you look down past your bush and into my eyes? I'm pleading for the touch of your hot, wet cunt against my tongue."

The word 'cunt' kicked Markéta into a higher gear. The Czech translation 'píča,' ran through her head. It was forbidden, nasty and told her that Mei was the kind of girl that could change her life.

"Oh "Ježíší, your tongue."

"Um hmm. My little Asian girl tongue. New to licking pussy, but you'll have lots of chances to show me how... You will, Markéta? You'll teach me how to suck your pussy?"

"Oh yes." She felt her fingers walk into her mound and find her pussy lips. A jolt ran through her that was so powerfully arousing it was actually painful.

"Oh fuck," Mei growled with basic lust, "I love the feeling of your wet lips, Markéta. Tell me this isn't going to be a one time thing. I need a good long weekend with you."

"Oh yes. Many weekends, Mei. Many... uhhhg... long weekends."

"Good. You'll have a lot to teach me. You don't mind tying me down I hope? Teasing me with this sweet pussy an inch from my face?"

A finger slid into her and Markéta pushed her hips against the seat belt. "Ježišmarjá! - Bůh! (Jesus - God)"

"Pull over."

"Yes. Pulling over."

In ten seconds the BMW skidded to a halt in the breakdown lane, emergency flashers on.

"Lay the seat down," Mei said, "and get those pantyhose down to your knees."

"Yes!"

The roles were now reversed. Mei was the aggressor.

Markéta moved to kiss her but Mei pulled away. "That's for Philip, for the time being." She understood and lay back, wiggling her panties and hose down.

"Finish me please, Mei. I've never needed to come so bad."

Mei stroked three fingers slowly up Markéta's pussy and brought it to her mouth and licked each finger solemnly.

"I better not do this or I won't be able to resist. Spread your knees Markéta. I want to make you come."

Two fingers slid into her. It was a nice, tight fit, but with plenty of lubrication. In seconds Markéta was lifting her ass to match Mei's slow pushes inside.