From Jenny to Mei Ch. 24

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Part 24 of the 28 part series

Updated 06/07/2023
Created 05/28/2014
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Philip liked good food and didn't want to eat at a burger joint. Lately his favorite restaurant was The French Laundry but since it was an hour north of Oakland his meeting with Tim would have to be at Atelier Crenn on Fillmore or Benu on Hawthorne Street. Since Tim was staying at the hotel with Karla, presumably, he'd chosen Benu, which was only ten blocks from the Mandarin. The restaurant was pretentious but the chefs took food seriously.

He dropped Ai off at the gym and gave Mei a kiss since she was waiting for her at the curb, then headed toward the restaurant.

While driving the few blocks, he mused about the situation in which he found himself. By now Mei's plan was clear to him, even if her motivation was not. He had never heard of such a thing, a woman lining up other women for her boyfriend, if that's what he was. It seemed to go against everything he had come to expect from women and it still boggled him. Perhaps Ai's explanation was the right one, that she wanted his naturally polyamorous nature out in the open where she could keep an eye on it; it was that or her newly minted lesbian fascination compelled her to gather more lovers for herself.

'My girlfriends love pussy,' he thought, as he pressed on the break pedal. 'Fuck if life can get any better.'

That was another thing that had startled him about Mei Chun; the speed and enthusiasm with which she latched on to Ai. It was as though they had known each other for years and their performance in bed last night showed that there were real emotions between the two of them.

So much was different about Mei since the Jenny era. He expected her to change with the coercion of blackmail but he had not been prepared for the woman that emerged and her level of devotion and affection.

He smiled as he waited to turn left into the parking garage, recalling how after a firm spanking and vigorous ass fuck she turned into a purring kitten. He felt a quiver race up his back when he thought of her when she was like that: soft, smiling and so eager to please. She wouldn't speak a word as he unbuckled her from the punishment bench and carried her back to his bed. She would instead nuzzle his neck with her nose and forehead and drape her body over his and receive his smooth strokes to her skin. He felt pride in the contentment she experienced and felt the sinews of his heart unwind thinking about her.

It was her love for him that made the difference. She was right in her letter, he had found it buried in the rubble of her heart and resurrected it. Inspired it in the literal meaning of the word, 'to breathe life into'. It was the finest thing he had ever done and he felt he deserved the pride he now felt. And anyway, blackmail without love wouldn't have worked. He might have gotten an obedient drone out of it but Mei was now so much more.

As he parked he wondered about marriage for the first time in a long while. But it wouldn't work. He couldn't see marrying Mei and not Ai, and California, as liberal a place as existed in the United States, wasn't about the jump the polygamy shark, at least not for another fifty years.

As he walked from the old Range Rover in the underground garage he repeatedly spun his keys around his finger and caught it in his palm. He enjoyed the ritual: the impact of the fob, the slight heft of the car remote and the jangle of the keys. The repetitive action helped him think. He thought about Mei and realized he only knew one thing for sure: he wanted her more than any woman he had ever known.

He understood the contradiction if not its origin. Why should he want Mei more than Ai? Not love her more but want. 'I should ask Ai,' he thought and was confident that not only would she already be aware of the fact but that it wouldn't bother her. And as he heard her answer in his head he knew it to be true. 'You actually love me more but it's so effortless you don't see it. And you need her because you created who she is and the responsibility you feel is confused with need for her. You don't 'need' her, you need to fix her.'

And, although the answer came from his own head, he wondered again at the wisdom of the nineteen-year-old girl.

'Maybe she really isn't human?!'

##########

He met Tim at the restaurant door looking much more mature than he had last night. Dressed in a reasonable suit he looked presentable, even handsome. Yet Philip could not help but wonder if he had a tattoo; he seemed the type.

"Hello, Philip," Tim said with a smile and a proffered hand, which wasn't what he expected. "Please let me treat tonight. I'm not a pauper and I'd appreciate it."

"Sure, Tim. Thank you." The man had his pride and Philip admired that. "Tough day?"

"Yeah, a bit. Kinda hard to focus on work after the night I had but let's wait until we're seated to talk about it."

They waited for a table, their reservation having been mishandled, and at the bar Philip ordered a Makers Mark while Tim got a beer. By silent agreement they kept their conversation light.

Ten minutes later, at the table, Tim discovered that there were no menus as such since it was a prix fixe arrangement. He felt it was odd but he was there to talk, and having no menu to hide behind would force him to get down to business quickly.

"You've put me in an awkward position, Philip," he said when they were alone. "You've made it plain that I have a choice to accept your proposal or have my girlfriend stolen from me. I am sure you understand the rage I feel at the moment."

"I do. Let me say that I appreciate your ability to control it."

"Thank you. It's been a struggle." He changed the tone of his voice. "Karla, I am convinced, is at least bisexual, which was, at first, disconcerting if only for the instability it brings into our relationship. She told me last night that she'd had other girls before yours." He shook his head. "I never even considered it and now I feel I have to compete with, not only the likes of you, which is at least the same playing field, but with women, which is not. Most men have their insecurities, and I trust men like you do as well, but now suddenly I have to face the prospect that everyone on the street could tempt her away." He paused to think and took a swig from his bottle. "It's just a lot to confront."

The bread arrived which halted his monologue for a moment and let him gather himself for what he was about to say.

"She says she loves her," he said with an expression that showed he thought Philip might not know this.

"I know."

He continued, upset that he had been kept totally in the dark while Philip seemed to know all. "Our girlfriends love each other. Doesn't that strike you as odd?"

"It would have," Philip said with a sigh and taking a strangely shaped roll, thinking that perhaps it was Rosemary he saw peeking out of the crust, "but now I think it's natural. I mean," he sniffed it, "if you were a woman wouldn't you be gay?"

"Good point. But then there is the prospect of your proposal, which I must say is a temptation. I feel, and this is not personal, that I'm being asked to make a deal with the devil. To have an endless supply of women to... uh, please me, is of course every man's fantasy. And to still live with Karla and perhaps adjust to this new arrangement with our future together a possible outcome... it's quite tempting. What bothers me is you, to be quite honest. You intend to have sex with her."

Philip responded. "It's not an intention, Tim." His voice was calm and reassuring. "As much as she is an attractive woman, then yes, the prospect of sex with a woman like that is a pleasant thought, but I have as much attention of that kind as I need. It's more of a practical question." He sipped his bourbon. "If I am going to be making love to Mei and Mei is going to be making love to Karla then it's going to happen. Someone's eyes are going to meet and someone is going to start touching someone else.

"You pawed Mei last night. Imagine that situation happening week after week for months. Any man would break down."

Tim's eyebrows twitched.

"See?" Philip moved on. "What I am saying is this: for Mei's happiness I agreed to let her continue a relationship she fell into. I had no intention of involving you or Karla. This wasn't my idea, remember that. It was your girl that hit on my girl and what I'm proposing is the only thing I can think of that will provide some equality, some compensation." He paused momentarily, "Do you have a counter offer?"

"No. I really don't. I just wish it didn't happen. I mean, as generous as your offer is, you are giving a, and let's be frank..."

"By all means."

"...a token amount of money for one with your resources, and in exchange you'll be taking the woman I love."

"I cede your first point but I am not taking her. She is yours to win or lose. You've got to convince her you are the one she wants, Tim. Every day, every hour. Her heart's not for sale."

"But her body is?"

The soup arrived and was ignored.

"I'm not saying that but what if it were? What if you found out that she was a part time hooker like Ai you met last night? Would that matter?"

"Yeah, it matters to me who fucks my girlfriend."

"Well," he paused in thought again, "when you put it like that it does sound reasonable, but it doesn't get us any closer to a resolution." He tried the soup. Not bad. A taste of currants and crab. Interesting. "What did Karla say about you with other women?"

Tim tried to soup when Philip did. "She said how it would make her jealous at first but how she couldn't complain. Then, when I asked her about Mei Chun..." Philip noted that he got her name correct this time, "... she said that it was different. That if she were there she would have no problem with me and her having sex."

"That's just not going to happen."

"Right, because she means more to you than money."

"Right."

"You see now how I feel? Because my dad didn't leave me a pile I am the one who has to take it or leave it. And that pisses me off."

"Yeah, I get it. Not fair, but tell me what would make it fair."

"You giving up something that you value as much as I value Karla."

"Tim. You are forgetting something. I don't, and this is not personal, I don't need Karla to make my life better. Mei likes her. I don't know what level of attachment she's developed but I want Mei to continue seeing her and I suspect that prospect doesn't bother you that much any longer. Not after last night."

For the first time, Tim lost his seriousness for a moment and grinned. "They sure went at it." He spoke almost as though he were talking to a friend. "It was the most erotic thing I've ever seen."

"Right. It was great, I'm sure. And listen. I tell you what. Let's do this. You and Karla continue to stay in the hotel. I trust you're comfortable?"

"It's like a palace and thanks for the room service, a very generous touch."

"Thanks, Tim. I appreciate that you said that. So you two stay, you and I encourage them to meet whenever they want and we get to work on your other arrangement, the apartment and the girls. If you find after a month that it doesn't work out for you and Karla then you two move back to your place and I tell Mei that she'll have to live with the disappointment." He saw Tim consider. "That is, as they say, Tim, my final offer."

"And you won't try to fuck her?"

"Scout's honor."

"You a Boy Scout?"

"No. You?"

"No."

"But you may not realize there is a complicating factor," Philip pointed out.

"The spa?"

"Yes. I've told her that I would finance her own place."

"Yes. Again, very generous. She can't wait."

"She'll have a sixty percent share and between you and me I don't plan on accepting dividends."

"I still can't tell if that's your manipulation or your generosity."

"Well, I can't help you with that. We're signing the papers tomorrow and I don't think there is anything you can do to stop it. Anyway, if she decides to close down the company the day after tomorrow she'll walk away with a couple hundred grand at least. And you two can laugh at me all the way to Hawaii."

Tim knew it was true but that it wouldn't happen.

"Ok, Philip. You are being very reasonable and I'll take you up on your modified offer. One month to think about it. The apartment and girls can wait."

"Nope. It's got to be the whole deal, girls and all."

The waiter took away Philip's bowl and questioned Tim silently if he were finished. He nodded and it was removed.

Philip asked about a location for the apartment and Tim said he always wanted to live around Mission Bay or SoMa. He mentioned the Paramount noting that Philip's trust owned the majority stake in the property.

"Want me to see if there is an apartment available?"

"That would be kind of you."

"And for the furnishing... just... I guess you need to pick a place first."

"Philip, I don't want to abuse..."

"Tim," he put his palm on the outside of the younger man's bicep, "... listen. Tell you what. You let me pick the place and have it furnished. I'll even get Ai to help set up your first... um... appointment. You just give me a time and date. On second thought just be ready to take a long lunch. I'll have a talk with the partners and see if I can have you moved to my account. Would that be a step up for you?"

"Yes it would... but."

"Don't worry about it. I owe one of them a call anyway. I'll tell them I met you in a bar, which is true after all."

Another course was set before them.

"I like being generous, Tim. It's not really my money anyway."

The rest of the meal passed in conversation with the two men growing to come to a better understanding of one another and Tim thinking that under different circumstances he would find Philip to be someone he might call a friend.

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Mei took Ai's hand at the curb after giving Philip a quick but sweet kiss through the window. She held it into the building, keeping it throughout the elevator ride and right up to the check-in counter on the fourth floor. She liked it, it felt good, it felt friendly and warm and, she figured, much like holding a lover's hand should feel.

She got her checked in, the guest fee added to her growing incidentals tab and they said a quick hello to Karla, still keeping it cordial rather than friendly. Then it was off to the shop where they had fun picking out a host of new workout clothes for Ai. From tops and shoes to some cute little Spandex shorties and a butt hugging capri that was going to make men weep, they got everything she might need. The items stuffed into a new pink gym bag they went to the locker room.

"Do you work out, Ai?" Mei asked.

"Yeah, it was kind of a necessity for my job."

"This place has everything."

"It's beautiful. Do you come often?"

"He makes me come three times a week. I wanna tone my ass a bit."

"Your ass is perfect."

"Not like yours. I mean, Ai, your ass is seriously... it's, like, breathtaking."

They simultaneously changed, chatted and laughed, then went to join a Zumba class.

The first routine was just a lively warm up but Mei was still impressed with Ai's moves. She danced with a precision and timing that hinted at some dance training. She glided between positions with a confident grace that made Mei feel as awkward as a pelican.

Then The Black Eyed Peas 'Boom Boom Pow' came on and thirty seconds into the bass thumping hip hop Mei fell to a knee laughing in hysteria. She tried to keep up but when Ai started thrusting her pelvis while wagging her arms like a chicken she just couldn't hold the giggles, which expanded to guffaws, and thence to convulsive laughter.

With her left knee on the floor, panting for breath and cackling in mirth, Mei watched as Ai didn't miss a step. Between her beaming smile she stuck her tongue out at Mei and watched the instructor for the next move.

She stepped forward, leading with her left leg and did a mid-body press that mimicked a push-up, then with the beat stepped back and did one to the right. She spun in place raising a knee to her waist and stomped down while clapping her hands then circled her hips and mouthed, "Boom boom boom."

"You should be a dancer!" Mei yelled.

"Huh?"

"YOU SHOULD BE A DANCER!"

"GET YOUR ASS UP!" Ai yelled back.

She stood, tried to rejoin but fumbled until Ai stood behind her and put her hands on Mei's hips. "C'mon baby!" she encouraged then yelled near her ear, "Gotta get that boom boom boom..." singing with the song. She guided Mei with her hands, thrusting her pelvis. "That's it, Mei... just fuck that beat, baby."

Like a revelation Mei understood exactly what that meant and, to her relief, when she thought about humping the music it worked. She muddled for a while using this method, loving the feel of Ai's hands on her and the feel of Ai's groin grinding into her rump.

Things went well for a few moments until she looked back at Ai with unfortunate timing. It was just at the point in the song where Fergie had her last solo. She moved away to watch Ai pantomime the video.

It had nothing to do with the words or how she moved when she lip-synced them, it was how fucking adorable she was jutting her finger out and waggling it at her, how she planted her hip and shuffled her toes right and left while keeping her heels fixed. It was her eyes and that devilish, coy and playful smile that felt like it was a gabillion candle watt lighthouse beam burning into wherever her body stored the, 'I so like this person' switch.

I like that boom boom pow

Them chicken jackin' my style

They try copy my swagger

She played it perfectly, even finger gestures and a haughty look.

I'm on that next shit now

I'm so three thousand and eight

You so two thousand and late

It was the last line that put her over the edge, the way Ai's eyes popped wide and a jab of her hip and index finger accusing her of being 'two thousand and late.'

It put her on the floor again, tearing and gasping for air, aching abdominals begging for reprieve. Other women in the class were either smirking in delighted amusement or with disdain for the lack of decorum. And, Mei was turning blue.

Ai hauled her up, placed her between her knees and continued the steps with Mei's ass pressed back into her groin again. Had either of them cared about the attention they were receiving it wasn't obvious.

The song segued into another and they danced side by side, often laughing together when Mei would make a misstep. The both of them felt their relationship strengthen. It was such a good feeling to have a sister that neither had growing up, someone to have fun with, and a pal they could trust and confide in.

Looking at Ai's wholesome, genuine smile, feeling her warmth, it dawned on Mei that she had never had a friend like this. It wasn't just her smile, it was her attitude. The way Ai made it so effortless to like her. She had no barriers erected to keep people out, no hint of reservation in that grin that told people they had to earn her friendship. No wonder Philip had fallen for her so quickly.

Sweaty and exhausted, Mei quit just five minutes before the end of the class and Ai left with her, though it looked to Mei that she could go for another hour.

##########

Karla was teasing the hair of Mrs. Moskowitz and wondering two things: how a black lady came to have such a Jewish name and why Kenisha wasn't doing this. She kinda figured she knew the answer to the first question, marriage being the most likely, and as for the second, Kenisha was on break.

'I hope I don't fuck up her hair,' she worried. Black people had hair that was different, not better or worse, she was careful to remind herself, just different. And though she had styled black hair before, she used to do Kenisha when she asked, it was a skill and one she feared she didn't have. Thank god it was just a Brazilian Blowout and not a Japanese Straightening that she might really fuck up.

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