The Contract Maker Ch. 01

Huyen Nguyen glanced around the lift as it ascended to the 16th floor of the 20 story, grey concrete Govt. housing commission building in Napier Street Fitzroy Melbourne. Her mouth curled with disdain. It hadn't changed since she lived in another similar building on the 6 building site 25 years ago.

Her eyes took in an empty wine flagon, used condoms, vomit, graffiti, discarded syringes, one fluorescent tube spluttering trying to start, her nostrils the stench of stale urine, fetid air and the stench of despair. In the broken mirror, she saw the reflection of an immaculately made-up, sensually attractive 40-year-old Vietnamese woman.

She looked about 30, with her high cheekbones, dark captivating eyes and long, black, silk-like hair just permed enough to give it body and bounce. Her 5ft 3, 32 22 31 body was covered by an Adeline André skin-tight, knee-length black silk crêpe skirt and blazer and cream camisole. Adeline had begun her career in the House of Christian Dior and now dressed Parisian actresses and society ladies in her fluid creations, and Huyen preferred her clothes to those of the other 9 Haute Couture houses of Paris.

Even though this outfit was prêt-à-porter and not custom made, it had still cost Hong Kong dollars 33,5000 ($4300 USA) on her 6 monthly shopping visit there as she found they had a larger range in petite sizes than Australia. Her 4-inch heels and sunglasses were Gucci while her large shoulder bag was the Loius Vuitton Vivienne at USA$1500.

Her perfume was Jean-Paul Gaultier Classique (produced by a division of Japan's Shiseido). She could also see the outline of Duc, her bodyguard, who carried a 20-inch machete in a battered sport bag as insurance against any drug addict who would try to take her jewellery and knew his brother Tuan similarly armed, sat guarding the black Merc limo. She knocked at room 166 and an 18-year-old teenage girl Anh answered.

Her eyes widened as she took in the woman and her clothing, jewellery and accessories. Telling Duc to wait outside Huyen said "Wow. What's your name? You're a pretty little one, aren't you? Yes, you've got taste. That's right; these clothes are real, not fake. Take this jacket and hang it up properly, and then tell your mother Huyen has come to see her."

As a shy Anh reverentially covered the blazer in a plastic dry cleaners bag before hanging it the closet, Huyen took in the room. Things had not changed in 25 years. Vinyl tiles, pale green concrete walls, exposed hot water heating system, the noise of a Juki industrial sewing machine coming from the second bedroom. 25 years ago Huyen was living in a similar situation trying to study and helping her mother sew 18 hours a day to meet the quotas of the English speaking Vietnamese refugee now middleman who dealt with the manufacturers, department stores and shops.

She later became the 18-year-old mistress of that 40-year-old Vietnamese who learnt his English translating for the USA army, and 6 months later she dumped him and started as a middleman herself. Now 90% of the Vietnamese home sewing was channelled through her and she was ruthless. She squeezed the lowest prices from her sewers, with payments like 30 cents a tracksuit top: they provided their thread, she paid late, she put on unreasonable time limits, but she was the only game in town that allowed shops and manufactures to put Australian made labels on clothes that competed with Chinese made prices.

And now Anh's mother Vang was stirring up trouble in the building trying to organize the sewers to go slow unless Huyen paid more. Normally Duc and Tuan dealt directly with the sewers delivering, picking up and paying, but dissent was like a cancer. It spread fast and it had to be nipped in the bud personally and quickly. The 35-year-old Vang entered the lounge.

She had been sewing and was wearing cheap pink shapeless pyjamas and had the badge of a home sewer; her dusk mask around her neck. She was about 2 inches shorter than Huyen and about 6 kilos (13 pounds) heavier at 53 kilo(116 pounds) and was a 35C 29 36. She was taken aback to see Huyen preening herself in the lounge, her tight camisole showing her flat firm belly, and with no bra, her still firm tits and hard nipples.

One leg was thrust forward forcing the mid-thigh split in her skirt to its widest. "Where's your respect. I give losers like you, single mothers who can't speak English a job and you try and bankrupt me by wanting me to pay you more," Huyen accused going on the attack. "Fuck you," Vang yelled back. "You exploit your own. We were being paid more 5 years ago. We want to get our fair share and we will get it."

The two exchanged increasingly more angry accusations and insults. Finally, Huyen had enough. "Ok, I'll give you a chance. Take me on with the "contract maker" and if you win, I pay you 10% more. Lose and you and the others stay on these rates for 3 years. Although I have to say I'm lowering my standards as I've never taken on a more ugly woman.

I see from your accent you come from the middle of Vietnam and they say the women from Hue are the most beautiful, but you are the exception that proves the rule. Though I see your daughter takes after your ex-husband and has the beauty you don't," goaded Huyen. As Anh blushed and ducked her head when mentioned by Huyen her mother exploded. "You fucking bitch.

You prove it doesn't matter how much money you have, you can't buy beauty. You think people are scared of you and the contract maker. Well I'm not, and I'm going to have that 10% and then force another 20% from you," she screamed. She slapped Huyen's face. Immediately their hands flew into each other's hair as snarling face to face they shook each other.

Stumbling around in a bizarre waltz they finally overbalanced, tripped, and the resulting fall to the floor separated them. Quickly jumping to their feet they charged at one another, slamming their bodies hard together, wrapping their arms around each other in a mutual bear hug. "Is this how you want to fight me, bitch. Body against body?" Huyen's lips were so close to Vang's that she practically spat the words into her mouth.

"What's the matter, are you surprised someone is not scared of rich Huyen and her contract maker?" Their hot breath moistened their red lips. "If you think your body so much better than mine then let's see it," screamed Vang as she released her bear hug, stepped back, grabbed the front of Huyen's camisole and ripped it apart. Although putting on a display of anger, secretly, Huyen was quite happy as she knew Vang could now not back down from the contest.

"You Bitch, that cost 2 months of your income," shouted Huyen, and she retaliated by seizing Vang's pyjama top. Buttons flew and Vang's larger breasts cascaded free exposing her dark large stubby nipples and huge aureoles. The two quickly stepped out of their bottom garments, Kmart pyjama bottoms and the Adeline André skirt, freeing themselves from the garments.

Now both stood in black thongs. Surprisingly Vang's was even tinier than Huyen's imported Lise Charmel pure lace thong. "Yes bitch, I designed and made them myself. Being a woman is something you can't just buy," boasted Vang. They examined each other's body thoroughly, sizing up their opposition before they stepped together breast to breast.

Brushing their tits together, both knew this was just a little sexfight foreplay. "So let me feel what you've got loser," Vang hissed as she put on a pair of 6-inch platform shoes increasing her height before pressing against Huyen. "Believe me cunt; you're going to feel it. I'm going to leave an imprint of my body across that skinny body of yours."

Huyen said as she started to press her body firmly against Vang. Their hot dark bodies melded together, thigh to thigh, belly to belly, breast to breast. Each one accepted their rival's body as they pushed harder and harder together. Two different shaped bodies were now being forced to compete against one another. They wrapped their arms around each other in an attempt to crush their opponent. Each could feel the others rock hard nipples drilling directly into their own.

Their legs wrestled for position, finally locking together to form a tight figure 8. When their pubic bones met in a hard press through their now wet thongs, the squeezing and crushing increased. "You still think you're woman enough to go against me, bitch?" challenged Huyen in their tight embrace.

"You'll be sorry when you feel my cunt against your's bitch, rubbing it raw." Their lips were so close that they lightly rubbed together as they issued their challenges and threats. Untangling their bodies, the two removed their thongs. Huyen's pubic hair was shaven into a tiny triangle above her slit, whose long dangling inner lips glistened with her juices.

Vang's was completely bare, plucked not shaven and the bare skin emphasised her prominent mound and finger-thick swollen outer lips. Facing one another the two came together once again. Their nipples met head-on and after several minutes of unsuccessfully trying to bend each other's nipples back, finally, the thick hard large erect protrusions of Vang forced Huyen's nipples back into her breasts. In a fit of anger, Huyen smashed her breasts into Vang's in a vain attempt to save face.

Vang smiled confidently at Huyen and stood like a Kung Fu fighter, one arm extended and motioned Huyen to come closer. Once again arms and legs wrapped around each other. Vang's bare skin touched Huyen's shaven triangle just before a collision of pubic bone against pubic bone. Thrusting up and into each other, their swollen vaginas fused as the two Vietnamese women shifted and manoeuvred into a position that allowed their cunts to suck together.

The watching Anh could feel her nipples swelling and her juices start to flow as she watched her mother take on the woman who had everything they did not have. Of course, she wanted her mother to win, but the other woman was everything she craved to be; something out of Cleo magazine. After a few minutes where neither woman could dominate a somewhat surprised Huyen declared, "Its time we got down to business."

She reached over and opened her large Loius Vuitton shoulder bag and withdrew two black 8-inch dildos and screwed them into the ends of a 6 inch red flexible middle section. The result was a 22-inch double dildo: The Contract Maker. Vang's eyes widened, but she was not surprised. She had heard about Huyen's method of settling contract disputes. "I suppose you think you can out fuck me with that thing," said Vang.

"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you. Not metaphorically but literally because I'm going fuck your arsehole till it bleeds after I win," Huyen said emotionlessly and in a matter of fact tone as she picked up the large object. Stroking and holding the Contract Maker gave her back some of the confidence which Vang's lack of fear and strong showing so far had reduced.

Because of her reputation, it was 4 years since she had last had to settle a dispute this way, and for the first time in a fight, she had small doubts. Offering it to Vang she pretended absolute confidence as she stated. "This one has 56 victory notches on it from 56 contests and they were better women than you." "Then connect us, you bitch!!" Vang was already fingering herself, widening her hole with two wet fingers of one hand while her other reached from behind between her legs to receive one end of the dildo.

She stared at Huyen as she eased the black dildo into herself effortlessly before handing the other end of the object to Huyen. Huyen brought the dildo in between her legs from behind herself before she bent the flexible centre up and started to insert it into her pussy. It slid slowly but easily into her dripping wet hole.

With most of the dildo buried in their cunts and uniting them, the two quickly resumed their crushing bear hug. "Give us 5 minutes Anh, and let's see who can pull out the dildo and fuck the loser," said a confident Vang. Huyen decided to use her normal intimidatory methods and she clamped her vagina muscles tightly around the dong and gave a quick tug, pulling an inch or so out of Vang's cunt.

Caught by surprise, Vang felt it start to slip from her, but when Huyen was about to give it a second yank Vang clamped down, pulled back and the dildo slipped from a surprised Huyen's tight grip and stabilised between the two. The two gave each other a competitive glare before a total look of concentration settled on their faces.

Both tightened their grips to their maximum and started a tug of war with the 22-inch flexible dong. This test of strength lasted for 2 minutes with the middle red section moving slightly back and forward between the women with neither managing to gain total control of the Contract Maker. Then with a couple of savage pulls accompanied by deep groans dragged from her guts Vang managed 2 successive gains.

Despite Huyen's efforts this time she could not drag the dildo back and Vang then strained and grunted. The dildo moved slightly again out of Huyen. Using her stronger thighs with violent hip movements Vang remorselessly extracted the dildo. She could feel Huyen's nails digging into her arse, feel the rigidity in her opponent's body, hear her laboured breath and smiled.

It was a sure sign that Huyen was at her limit. She strained and grunted and was rewarded by a large movement of the dildo. Huyen was labouring to keep it in herself; she could feel the end knob slowly being dragged along her tunnel close to her inner entrance and could only fight with all her might as Vang inexorably extracted the dildo from her.

Meanwhile watching breathlessly, Anh had moved her hand down her loose pyjama bottoms and was frantically teasing her engorged clit, but still managed to yell out: "Time." "Fuck," swore Vang robbed of a quick victory by 10 or so seconds, but she quickly thrust forward to bury the dildo deep into Huyen's cunt. Their slits sealed together as each tried desperately to control the dildo.

They cursed and yelled at each other, screaming out how much they hated each other. As they spat the words into each other's mouths their lips rubbed together. Strands of saliva linked them as their lips touched, then separated. Two red tongues dripping with spit came out and tangled fiercely together. The two women's bodies remained tightly entwined, legs twisted and locked together in a grapevine from ankles to two tightly fused cunts, and breasts flattened and mushroomed together while wet tongues slithered against each other.

Clasping Huyen's butt cheeks with her hands Vang drove furiously with her stronger thighs forcing the dildo rapidly in and out, angling it so it rubbed against the older woman's clit. She felt the trembling in Huyen's body fractionally before a moan of pleasure was dragged from the taller women stiffened body. Three minutes later Huyen was writhing and screeching again, putty in Vang's hands.

"Oooooooooooohhhhhhhh my Godddddddddddddd, I'm cuuuumming agaaaaaaaiiiiiin" But the effort of forcing the orgasms from her foe had tired Vang and as her hip thrusting slowed it gave her time to be aware of the black dong arousing her clit and cunt, and suddenly she felt her breathing becoming shallower and quicker as she approached her orgasm. Huyen sensed she was coming and fastened her lips on Vang's thick nipples. "AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Vang's voice trailed off as her orgasm shook through her. It was followed by the high pitched squeal of Anh as she came too. Thirty minutes must have passed with several mutual orgasms and both were rapidly becoming weak in the thighs. Luckily the sofa was there to catch them when their legs gave way and they fell over sideways.

Huyen lay side by side with Vang, both exhausted and with neither having a definite advantage. Both cunts still gripped the dildo that linked them together tightly and their open mouths were sealed together as they rammed their tongues down each other's throats. Anh now had her mobile phone out and was taking pictures with one hand as she forced the fingers of her other hand into her pussy before sucking them and tasting her pussy juice. But Vang, despite her earlier control, was losing strength more rapidly than her older opponent.

Her grip loosened and Huyen was able to bend her upper body and latch onto a swollen nipple with her lips while her hand slid between their sweat covered bellies, lower and lower till her fingers reached Vang's slit. She pried it open and reached her prize: Vang's clit. With the mutual dildo thrusting, the nipple suckling and the manual teasing of her clit it was only a matter of time.

With a thunderous scream, Vang came so strongly that as she writhed and jerked from the orgasm that surged through her, the dildo, lubricated with their sex flew from their cunts and landed at the feet of Huyen. She quickly rolled the still twitching Vang onto her belly, draped her over the arm of the sofa, wrapped her left hand in Vang's hair at the back of her neck, inserted the wet dildo into her pussy before ramming it into Vang doggy style. There could only be one winner. Vang was trapped.

She was impaled by the double dong that united them, unable to use her legs for leverage because Huyen was kneeling between them with her feet forcing Vang's ankles wide apart, and with the grip on her hair pulling her back onto the dildo. Each thrust gave the tired Huyen renewed strength and vigour and soon her breasts were jiggling rapidly in time to her rapid machine gun like thrusts as she knelt between Vang's splayed open thighs, arching Vang's body as she pulled on her hair like a jockey making sure a horse doesn't win.

At first, Vang tried to grip the dildo with her cunt muscles but with all Huyen's weight driving it into her she had no hope. After 3 minutes Huyen slowed to a steady rhythmical fucking burying the dildo into her now moaning opponent, maliciously varying the angle so that she was stretching Vang's vagina in every direction. Huyen grunted to herself on each savage pelvic thrust. "Nearly...ungh... there. Ungh I'm...ungh... gonna... ngh...hit... ungh...your... ngh...cervix...

ungh... soon... ungh...bitch ." Huyen plunged the dildo in, relaxed her grip so it was embedded in the unresisting Vang, eased her cunt upwards, regripped and pushed it deeper into Vang. She continued doing this until the black 8 inches of one dildo and 3 inches of red connector were forced into the 35-year-old Huyen felt the resistance of Vang's cervix. She went into a frenzy.

Both hands gripped Vang's hips pulling her closer as she uncontrollably fucked the weeping, sobbing, pleading Vang, revelling in the feel of the dong striking Vang's cervix with each thrust, enjoying the control, Vang's animal howling music to her ears. "Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo stopppppppppp I giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive uuuuuuuuupppppppppppppppppp"

"Am I better bitch?'

"Yessssssssssssssssssssss"

"Do you work for me at 10% less?"

"Yeeeeeeeesssssssssssssss just stoppppppppppppppppppp."

Huyen released her grip on the dong and rolled off the doubled up Vang leaving the quivering dong standing upright from her cunt. Vang's relief was short-lived as Huyen bent the dong into a U shaped, placed her end against Vang's arsehole and put all her weight behind a brutal shove. A combination of the power of the thrust and the wetness of the dildo overcame any resistance offered by Vang's sphincter muscles.

Fucking both her holes with the handheld bent dong she reached around Vang with her other hand to play tease and pinch the wailing Vang's nipples and clit. Finally, she callously pulled one dildo from Vang's cunt with a wet plopping sound, inserted into her eager pussy, gripped the corners of Vang's mouth with her fingers and excitedly arse fucked the 35-year-old Vietnamese women one metre from her daughter Anh.