Not Quite a White Knight Bk. 03 Pt. 01

End of Flashback.

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Chapter 2. Adorning The Whore

Tuesday July 2, 2008.

Just after lunch.

In the early afternoon we pulled up at jewelry store in Beverly Hills. Sam had very refined tastes in some things. Qwill would stay with the Town Car while Sam, Li and I went inside to make the final selections. Sam and Li had already made some pre-selections. They and the owner had settled on three styles of rings and five diamonds for us to look at. Basically I was there to smile agreement at Li's final choices and write the check, Sam knew the guy so she would do the talking while Li would make her choices of the metal and the rock that would mark her body as mine.

For the stone I did not want a splinter or a chip. It could not be too large, but I wanted something that was at least of a size and cut appropriate for a small ring on Li's tiny finger, even if it was not going there. The owner showed us the stones first, all were fine stones that he was slightly offended to see used this way, where they would not be admired by others. Sam confirmed the quality, they were all top drawer. I was surprised to find three of them were yellow (called "canary") diamonds of various shades while two were clear or white.

I guess I showed my surprise at the yellow stones, but they were Li's idea and since her first visit she had become quite settled on the idea. The ring was supposed to mean something to her. She had a little speech. "I am not going to show it to everybody, only special friends. I am poor Chinese being elevated by the symbol. It means much in my heart so please let me pick."

I allowed what she wanted. She picked the middle shade of yellow, I admit it had a richness that I appreciated. Li batted her eyes and said, "Maybe, after a time you might have other concubines... they have chocolate diamonds you know, and we both like chocolate... if it is Indian chocolate." We had proved that repeatedly during the weekend the past weekend.

Sam knew who we were talking about. She also licked that yummy chocolate sweetness and thought Li had a wonderful idea.

I was surprised that Li would make such a suggestion, she was alluding to sharing me with Resha in addition to at least two wives I expected my grandfathers to arrange. What she suggested could only reduce my time in her pussy. I insisted that I had no such plans, but she and Sam clearly thought otherwise. "You do like variety," Sam said. "Maybe we could share? We all know there is enough goodness to go around." Li shook her head in agreement.

Sam and Qwill were talking marriage and Sam liked her threesomes - both types. I felt maneuvered.

Next came the ring. For that the owner passed us off to a woman named Tea who was the expert at dealing with labials, metal and Masters. I imagined that some Masters were inclined to be difficult dealing with a woman, but I was there to smile, not make problems. Tea ushered us into a well-lit private room with a specialized chair fitted for stirrups and mirrors, including some which magnified. Li eagerly dropped her sun dress (she wore nothing else) even before the door was closed and settled in the chair where she could look at things in situ with good light. The initial plan was to pierce Li's relatively thin outer labia on the right side, about one-quarter to one-third of the way back. Piecing would be done in a medical office once the gem was mounted in the ring.

The style of the ring was more like a man's signet ring instead of a woman's engagement ring, the ring enclosed the stone so there were minimal exposed edges to scratch the delicates (hers and mine). There was a narrow shank where it went through the skin, then the ring widening to grasp the stone. We both liked a medium-sized oval ring, on Li's small body it would look large. There was a simple but clever screw clasp on the side. I said the ring had to be removable, I did not want anything soldered like they do in some S/M stories. I originally thought of platinum but Sam and Li both liked the titanium ring in a "brushed" finish. It was lighter in weight and looked very modern.

"It is the height of fashion in Beijing these days," Tea said, in what was obviously a sales pitch. She took a second look at Li's privates, like she recognized something. "It is also very popular at the 'Blank,' if you are so inclined, and connected." That comment caught my interest, the place was just opened to the well-qualified public yesterday, although I had been there three times. What did Tea know about the mysterious celebrity Do Wong and her handsome friend? Tea spent her work-days looking at the pussies of the rich and famous, but she also had a life. She might recognize Li's alternate, pussy-exposing, personality, especially if she had visited the "Blank" where some pictures of Do Wong's nethers in her revealing finery were available. Suddenly Tea was looking at me with a mysterious "I can keep a secret" smile.

Some things you just can't keep hidden.

Once Li picked out her ring for the diamond I thought the party was over. But the women were far from done, when buying a dress they need a purse, so when buying a ring they need more hardware. Li asked for a simple loop with a closure made of the same titanium for the other side. Then she wanted a small simple loop to could connect the two. "It would be like a wedding ring, only one where a special person might clip a leash," Li said, her eyes shining as she imagined it. She pictured herself being led into "Blank" on such a leash, walking a red carpet showing off her pierced privates and the metal to tell all what they meant about her.

Sam was very open to the idea. Anticipating my practical question, she used some obscene toys (she just happened to have some in her purse - the right size) to show how the hardware would not impede my enjoyment of Li's fun parts. Then it was my turn to smile and agree.

I agreed that all three of the rings would be lasered with tiny ownership markings in Chinese and English.

Once that was settled Li requested a special "ownership pendant" that would dangle from, or maybe replace, the central ring. (There is a scene in "The Story Of O" where such a pendant makes an appearance after O gets out of a bath; that made quite an impression on young Li.) With my permission, the pendant was to be engraved "Eric Zero" on one side, and "Concubine Li" on the other. I approved of the clever portmanteau Sam had suggested for my name.

The pendant had a tiny combination lock to open the latch, it was so small it used 6 tiny colored dots instead of numbers for the combination. Li insisted that the pendant was something she had to pay for, even if it cost more than the plain rings.

There were also some small gold barbells for each side, to use during the healing, or when the rings are not being worn. Tea threw them in for free. Li had embraced the whole idea of labial metal.

Well, the cost of the metal bits was insignificant compared to the cost of the diamond.

Both of the girls were quite aroused by the entire process, we could all see how Li was lubricating heavily and Sam said she was doing the same. They talked openly how they could not wait for a chance to get their men someplace private. Tea used some tissues made of silk to openly wipe Li's lubricating pussy, she gave them to Li, whispering, "DNA and memories," as she pressed the packet into Li's tiny hand. Tea said it was a common reaction, and in fact she got a lot of invitations... including some she was tempted to take.

As we finished up I mentioned to the owner that Tea was very pleasant and helpful to work with, not at all what I expected. He agreed, she might run the place someday.

We concluded arrangements quickly, then Qwill drove us the the mansion - it was a quick drive and given Sam's mood he had reason to rush. Li wanted to mount me in the car, but I said we had to wait. When we got to the house I said I would park the car so Sam and Qwill could make immediate use of one of the bedrooms for a few hours.

I had another surprise for Li, rather a bigger one, in the back of the house. We were right on time.

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Chapter 3. Diamond White Wheels In The Sun

A Little Later Tuesday Afternoon.

I got the Town Car parked in the garage but instead of heading to my bedroom I took Li's hand and started walking outside, around the garage. My driveway extends around to the back of the garage and this time of day the light was perfect for what I wanted; it was very bright through the trees and it made the small SUV, painted "Diamond White," shine like a star up close. It was almost too bright to look at. (Very fine diamond dust was part of the final paint coat, the shine and sparkle were incredible.)

The first sight of the vehicle, shining in the perfect light, was stunning. It silenced Li in mid-sentence.

The car itself was similar to cars on the street, but there were differences. The super heavy-duty bumpers were obvious. Same with the NACA air scoops in side of the fiberglass fenders, even Li's inexperienced eye caught that touch which whispered "Power" and had to wonder.

Of course the car grabbed her attention, that was the intention. She was staring at it for a few moments, then she asked, "Did you get a new vehicle? You have many."

"Not for me... This gem is a gift for my treasured concubine." Then I held out the key fob.

Li could not believe it, to her a lightning bold from heaven was more likely. Such a gift was beyond her comprehension. She looked unbelievably from the SUV to me, back and forth a few times, unsure of what I said and what it meant; the concept was too much for her. The diamond was life changing, but it was our secret, she really could not share it.

But this was WHEELS! They were the ultimate ensign of freedom in LA, and damn impressive wheels at that.

To those who knew cars it was more eye catching than my Porsche. It was an immediate and public change in her life, a statement clear as the daylight it shone in, proclaiming the elevation in her status. Free at last! She was suddenly freed from her slavery to the bus schedule and the weather and all that constrained her movement.

She screamed, I swear she could be heard for miles. "Is too much!" she yelled as she ran a few steps toward it, as if she was afraid it would vanish if she did not touch it. Then she turned, and leapt at me, making a serious effort to impale herself even though we were still dressed. Despite weighing only 80 pounds she almost knocked me over. A storm of kisses followed. Her gratitude was tangible, which is saying something for a heartless monster like me.

When she started playing with my waist buttons I really had to change the venue, I have nosy neighbors and the fastest solution was to open the passenger door and sit down.

Inside there was no center console, both front seats were custom made. The driver's seat was smaller than most (I fit - barely) and had been moved to the left, freeing some space. The passenger seat was a little larger than the driver's but smaller than the factory issue. It had been positioned back and slightly to the left, thereby creating equal room on both sides of the passenger seat - enough room for legs on both sides of the seat. It reclined slightly.

The sexual use intended was clear to Li. If my pants were open (I was wearing button-fly light sweat pants with nothing underneath - which I opened) while I sat in the passenger seat there was enough room for Li's legs on both sides of the seat. She could straddle me, sitting on my cock, facing fore or aft, happily impaling herself in either hole for a shared good time. A few well placed grab bars made movement very easy for her.

As soon as I sat Li figured the next part out. When I pulled my cock out I was already hard with anticipation. She sucked it just to be sure. With just the dress on she didn't need to do anything but aim as she settled herself in my lap facing me, dropping her very wet pussy on my cock, then closing the door and pulling down the top of her dress to offer her tiny breasts to my mouth in case I tired of her sweet lips and eager tongue. Her chest nubbins were already erect for my delight. I delighted us both as I hugged her tight while I alternated between her chest and her face. While I was feasting on her with my lips she sat still, but her pussy muscles kneaded me enough to keep my cock very happy.

All the time she repeated her mantra, "is too much... you too nice to this poor mouth whore... is too much..." Hugging too much tighter she grabbed a quick climax on my cock, a biggie that was driven by pure emotion on top of the erotic buildup from the shopping naked with us. She felt wonderful pressed against my body as the climax shook her entire body about 30 seconds after putting my cock into her. All her muscles convulsing as the very emotional orgasm flashed through her. I called her "precious diamond" and said she meant so much to me, I was very happy to see her so pleased.

There were tears in her eyes, she cried during her climax because of what the car meant. I really felt good about how happy she was. You must realize this whole "really feel good for another's happiness" thing is kind of rare for me.

I had parked the car in the sun because it looked so good. I took care to park so it was in the shadow of a tree for most of the afternoon, the full sun was not on it until about 15 minutes ago. But in July, in California, even with the door windows, moonroof, wing windows and rear open, mirrored blinds on the back side windows, plus a fan in back, it was still very hot. So after her first climax I stopped her before we cooked ourselves.

I put my hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eye. Her love for me was burning very brightly indeed, brighter than the car. "I really do not want my precious and wonderful concubine to die of heatstroke before you drive your car. Do you?"

"You are too good to me. You buy me diamond, then you give me this wonderful treasure? It is too much for skinny Chinese whore with no boobs and no schooling. You can't take me anywhere without a disguise. You have Abril and Cynthia and others so beautiful in face and body as models with wonderful boobs - as I know! I was a slut for them all last weekend! They are so good. Sweet pussies and lips and big boobies. Their nipples bigger than my boobs! They are all so beautiful in face and body and they burn with desire for you. Why are you so good too me? I am not worthy of you."

This was one of those rare times when the unshaded pure simple whole truth is the perfect answer. "If you have wheels then I get to have your pussy in my bed pleasing my cock more often. I figured that out some months ago, but my special lady needs special wheels, you know that is the way I am. The diamond was just to soften you up." I was sincere, she knew it.

It took only a moment for her to see the whole pattern, what I really wanted and how I went about getting it. She knew Cynthia and Abril had bedrooms in my house, but I wanted her. It meant more to her than even I thought it should. There were more tears, I clearly wanted her more than she thought she could ever, in her entire life, be wanted. She wanted me because I was so good to her, I met her needs so completely, I showing her feelings with tangible acts not empty words, because we both had learned that so many words are whispered as promises but were really lies. She hugged me tight, tighter than I thought possible from her skinny arms, and began to really cry, saying over and over about how she didn't deserve so much.

I let that go on for a time, she seemed to need it. Then I said the one perfect thing that would get her off of my cock before I unloaded my balls inside her. She was, after all, raised in this paved-over state of Cali. Some overriding software was installed in high school. Now she had no defense when I triggered those deep core urges.

"Do you want to drive it?" I asked.

She did not offer the keys to me, that was how much it meant to her.

"O k a y.

It is impossible to express the amount of raw, undiluted desire she compressed into that one word answer. She wanted it more than she wanted my climax. A first! Amazing.

The vehicle was a 2005 Chevy S-10 two-door RWD Blazer. The suspension was lowered using the Lo-Rider/Xtreme parts used by the factory on Blazers and S-10 Pickups. There was some mild custom bodywork, but nothing too radical. The biggest change was the air scoops for the superchargers were part of the fenders; a hood scoop would limit vision.

For a custom look Tina suggested turning the large triangular windows behind the door into "wing windows" by using bits from a '90 Chevy 1500 extended cab rear side windows, it was clever and the boys made it fit like a charm. Razor-sharp steel - imagine a set of steak knives with the sharp edge facing the window - were installed so the windows could be left open to cool the car, but keeping hands out. Tina collected a $500 bonus for the suggestion, and would get a royalty on any that the shop sold. Besides the lowered suspension the frame was reinforced front, rear and sides, the bumpers and running boards were massive solid steel, so the Blazer could push a Hummer, or get hit in the side by one if need be. The transmission was a six-speed automatic unit used in the current Corvette.

For a performance boost the dashboard sported a big red push-pull switch; like in the "Mad Max" movies, it activating the dual superchargers feeding the small-block V8. Li was a fan of the movies and she recognized the switch right away. Even then it was no 10-second quarter-miler, but was as fast as she could handle. A security code let some extra "outlaw" horses out of the engine by reprogramming the computer to catalyst-cooking levels while opening illegal exhaust cutouts, saving the expensive converters. With those changes it could break 12 seconds in the quarter mile.

The security system was complex, but most of it did not matter to Li. The part that did matter was a weight sensor in the drivers seat, if 80-pound Li was in the seat it overrode the security system, but for anybody else (5 pounds heavier or lighter) there was a ten-key pad to deactivate the security. (Security code: the date I asked her to be my concubine.) Towing the car or setting off the alarm sent a security alert with GPS to the 49 Towing HQ, our central line to all the parking ramps 49 does and and an email to me. People would scramble.

I gave Li an envelope with a gas card, insurance info, and the title. She was a smart girl, she read the papers before she started the engine. The vehicle was owned by one of my shell companies for insurance purposes, with Li listed as the primary driver. It was legally a new car, with 12 miles on the odometer, never titled until now, even though it was a 2005 model. The dealer who originally ordered it could not sell it after more than a year, plus it was a custom order with paint, interior and badging all special. GM took it back when the dealer reorganized, but because of red tape they really had to keep it in California. My company bought a batch of the vehicles, mostly 4-door Blazers, for twenty cents of the (wholesale base) dollar. Li was to bring it to my guys for all service, even an oil change. They would give her a loaner. I showed her the garage-door opener. She had a dedicated slot in my garage to go with her room in the mansion. A matching opener was being installed in her home's two-car garage by my people as we spoke.

We covered all this in about 2 minutes, she was attentive but I could see she was anxious to drive. So I pointed her to the keys and we were off.

I had no problems with Li's driving. She quickly got a feel for the very short SUV. First she took it to a Ralph's parking lot where she said it was a joy to drive because of the sharp turning radius and great visibility in all directions. Then on the freeway she tried the supercharger, it was a kick but she could handle it. Next stop was the shop where the car was customized, I wanted her to know where to take it for service. Carlo was there, and I called Tina, who was hiding from me as usual.