The Gray Man Ch. 35 - Wei Lin

DEAR READER - THIS ONE TOOK A BIT OF A DARKER TURN. DON'T LET A STORY RUIN YOUR DAY, IF YOU DON'T LIKE TO SEE A COUPLE SEXUALLY BROKEN PLEASE SKIP THIS INSTALLMENT

The sun pierced through the morning haze, casting long shadows across the tarmac as the Bombardier Global 6000 touched down at Shanghai Pudong Airport. The aircraft's engines hummed to a low murmur as the sleek jet taxied to a discreet corner of the airfield. Gray, and the three other members of the team waited patiently as the all female flight crew taxied to the ramp.

"Perception is reality," TJ reminded everyone. They were going to wait until the two beautiful pilots and the cabin attendant lowered the stairs. The two pilots exited the aircraft so that everyone watching would have no doubt as to their gender. When everyone was in place TJ looked at his team, "Game time, ladies. Let's do this."

Isabella, Aisha, and Elizabeth all dressed in the exact same outfit. Black slacks that left little to the imagination as to the shapeliness of their asses. White blouses that showed just the slightest hint of cleavage. The ensemble was completed with a black suit jacket. With their eyes hidden behind sunglasses and Secret Service like earpieces and microphones there was no doubt that the three women meant business.

Isabella and Aisha, the protectors moved down the steps and fanned out at the bottom of the stairs. They were followed by the assistant, Elizabeth Johnson. Finally, the tall TJ Gray stepped from the cabin of the aircraft, exchanged a knowing glance with his entourage and descended the stairs onto the tarmac

Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, Gray cut quite the image. Everything about his presence oozed affluence and confidence. TJ was always amazed when on a mission when Thomas Patrick James vanished to the recesses of his psyche as he fully embraced the role he was thrust into. At the moment he was Grayson Alexander, a venture capitalist who was the CEO and founder of Grayson Capital, a private equity firm.

Isabella, Aisha, and Elizabeth moved with military precision, eyes sharp and alert as they navigated the bustling terminal leading their principal each step of the way. Gray was The Ghost, the man who could disappear and blend into almost any situation in the world. Today though, the last thing he wanted was to blend in, he needed to stand out, attract attention, create a buzz.

While all eyes followed the tall, affluent Grayson, the three women measured every person they passed. Isabella, the profiler, taking a visible snapshot of anyone she deemed interesting. Aisha, the combat medic, took note of every AED and each potential threat. At a large Tech and Economic Conference protestors were out and about in force. Elizabeth was the administrative whiz. She walked next to Grayson making a mental note of each oddity that he pointed out.

The flight crew had arranged for their luggage to be loaded into the car that Allen had arranged to be available to the team all week. Again, with the most attractive female driver the company could provide.

Grayson Alexander was unknown to those converging on Shanghai. His story was perfected and thanks to MI-5's cobbler Izzy, his digital footprint could not be cracked. He knew that the tall American surrounded by beautiful women would attract attention and questions. Things that he needed to capitalize on if the team had any hope of finding the person responsible for the blackmail. The quartet made their way to a waiting chauffeured Lincoln Z, a sleek black sedan driven by the most beautiful driver the company could provide. The heavily tinted windows hid the occupants as they were whisked away from the airport and into the heart of Shanghai's bustling metropolis.

Their first stop was The Peninsula, Shanghai. The 8th highest rated luxury hotel in the world, where Grayson Alexander had reserved a top-floor suite overlooking Huangpu River. Once checked in, the team unpacked their laptops and clothing. The suite had three bedrooms. The women had decided that each night the one that got to sleep with The Boss would rotate amongst the trio.

Once the "War Room" was set up, Gray and the trio headed out for lunch at The Meat, an American style steakhouse in Shanghai. The Conference began in earnest at 8:45 in the morning so most of the attendees and presenters as well as hundreds of media folks were mingling around. There was not going to be much talk at dinner, but a lot of listening to conversations around them to try to find anything to work with.

As they settled into the plush leather seats, Gray's experienced eyes surveyed the room. The ambiance was a symphony of clinking glasses and muted laughter. This was the first large Asian Economic Conference since the Pandemic. People were happy to gather, happier to drink, and that combination could be a fertile field for the team to find a grain of conspiracy.

Their dinner orders placed, the quartet engaged in casual banter, their words a carefully orchestrated dance. But it was the eavesdropping on nearby conversations that would unveil the first strands of the tangled web they sought to unravel.

A table adjacent to theirs housed a group of men in finely tailored suits, the alcohol made their voices a little too loud, even though they were trying to whisper. The mention of "Babin" and "exposure" caught Isabella's acute ears. She leaned back in her chair, her eyes narrowing as she discreetly observed the group.

"I'm telling you, there's a goldmine in those files. Babin won't know what hit him," one of the men muttered, his tone conspiratorial.

Another man leaned in, "First, how do you know? Second, who the hell has them? Third, our firm doesn't have that kind of cash laying around. The seller wants 100 million up front."

"I've got a contact in the media who's itching for a story like this. Babin's downfall is our payday," another voice chimed in.

"Hell, I've heard the seller is IN the media," chimed in the fourth member of the group.

Gray nodded to Elizabeth who understood her assignment before the nod even occurred. She stood, smoothed her pants and walked to the men sitting behind them. She leaned forward,hands on the table which allowed the ample cleavage of her 36DD tits to be displayed. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. My employer would be interested in any information about the seller you find." She reached into the top pocket of her blazer and produced a card with nothing on it but a phone number. Her reach allowed her tits to come even more fully into view. "If you learn more, please call." She used her arms to squeeze her tits together, "I promise you that the reward would be well worth your time."

The four pairs of eyes followed Elizabeth as she walked back to the table and sat down. The men greedily drank in the sight of the 3 beautiful women before turning their gaze to Gray who simply nodded and lifted his glass in their direction.

That first night, after putting together a plan to attack the rest of the week the four fell into the same bed and promptly fell asleep. One would think that four naked adults in a large bed would end up in something fit to tell about on Literotica, but the exhaustion and jet lag of travel overwhelmed them all and they slept.

The next couple of days were frustrating. TJ and Elizabeth attended the various talks and presentations, listening in hallways or to hushed conversations while Aisha and Isabella wandered through the various media sites doing the same.

The three women had lapel mics which could record anything that they thought important. Many of the conversations were in Korean, Japanese, or Mandarin - languages that nobody in the group spoke.

Time was running out. The Conference ended on Friday. On Wednesday night they forwarded all of the recorded conversations back to their headquarters to allow analysts to listen, interpret and try to make headway.

They were awakened around 5 AM local time with a PING from Isabella's laptop. The conversation that had been recorded had been translated and there were a few pieces of possible information about the blackmail. Elizabeth had determined that The Seller was part of a "gukje keopeul" which literally means 'international couple,' a phrase in Korean that meant one member of the couple was Asian and the other was not.

Elizabeth also determined that at least one person was probably part of the media contingent covering the event.

Isabella's fingers flew over the keyboard, Gray watched as a sly smile crossed her face. Her tits slightly bounced as she typed her message back to the US. As Gray watched, he responded. His large cock hardened against his thigh. TJ got out of bed, his erection was not going to be hidden. He walked over to Isabella, "What do you have?"

Isabella was searching through all of the media credentials and all of the possible suspects. Gray's hard cock touching her naked shoulder made it difficult to concentrate, but she did her best.

Finally she said loud enough to wake the other two women up. "Fucking got you." She pulled up the image of Malik Sanford, a software engineer from Seattle and his wife Wei Lin, a Tawainese national.

Gray read over Isabella's shoulder, "Malik Sanford, graduate of Stanford, with a Ph D in computer language and AI Technology. He's worked with various software developers over the years. He's currently trying to raise capital to create a chip manufacturing company for GPU's" When TJ had finished Isabella flipped to the next screen as her left hand reached over her right shoulder and almost absently she started to stroke Gray's cock.

TJ smiled as the other two women had gotten out of bed and gathered around the computer screen, "Mei Lin," he began, "Graduate of Taiwan National University, major in Journalism, Master's in Business Journalism from Columbia. Started her career at the Wall Street Journal, moved on to various cable networks. Now anchors the Asia desk for a global financial television network."

TJ leaned down and kissed the top of Isabella's head, "Good work."

Isabella responded by turning her head and slipping her mouth over the head of TJ's dick. Elizabeth reached her hand down to start to gently stroke his thick shaft, pulling the skin back and forth in time with Isabella's mouth sucking the head of his cock. Aisha stepped away and watched the three with a growing wetness between her own legs.

It took a moment for Elizabeth to maneuver her away around Gray to stand between TJ and Aisha. Aisha closed her eyes when she saw Elizabeth's hand reach toward her breast. This was the first time Aisha had felt the soft touch of a woman's hand on her breasts. Elizabeth cupped them and gave a gentle squeeze as Aisha looked at her with an accepting smile. Elizabeth smiled back, looking over Aisha's body with appreciation. Elizabeth leaned in kissing her. Aisha reciprocated as Gray turned to watch.

TJ pulled away from the women and growled, "This needs to move to the bed." Aisha and Elizabeth separated from their kiss and smiled at Isabella before all three moved to the bed as ordered.

When the four reached the bed Isabella pulled Aisha to her. Aisha resisted at first, unsure of what was expected. Isabella smiled, "Just do to me what you enjoy having done to you." Aisha complied as she started to suck and gently bite Isabella's left breast and nipple, then moving to the right one. Alternatively sucking, biting and fondling each breast and nipple with her mouth and hand. Isabella moaned in pleasure at the work of Aisha's soft lips kissing then gently biting on her nipples, her hands masterfully kneading her breasts.

Elizabeth slid to her knees in front of her boss, his cock still moist with the saliva of Isabella. Elizabeth's hand firmly lifted his huge cock as she gently started to lick from his scrotum to the tip. She swirled her tongue around the rim of the head as Gray watched Aisha and Isabella. The sensation of Elizabeth's tongue made his cock pulse.

Seeing the pleasure on TJ's face Liz put her tongue on the tip of his cock and slowly proceeded to kiss the tip gently. She continued kissing, each kiss taking just a bit more of him into her mouth. Her kissing progressed to sucking, her tongue circled the head of his cock as she intensified her mouth grip. Her tongue cupped to pull his cock deeper into her throat as she slid her hand down his shaft to the base, as she took him deeper into her mouth.

TJ reached down and wrapped Elizabeth's hair in his fist and gently pulled her to her feet and pushed her back onto the large bed. Aisha and Isabella broke away from their entanglement and moved next to the retired Air Force Chief Master Sergeant.

Johnson felt the bed sag under the weight of the two women. She closed her eyes, a bit fearful of what was about to happen. In all of her life she had never been touched by or touched another woman. She took a deep breath and held it as she felt a tongue trace it's way up her thighs, she whispered, "Oh, no... no, no, no." The butterfly kisses were followed by a woman's fingernails teasing her nipples. Again she started to protest but all that came out was a high pitched yelp as the mouth that was kissing up her thighs found her pussy.

The protests were smothered as Aisha's mouth found her mouth in a tantalizing kiss. Johnson moaned as Aisha's tongue penetrated her mouth at the same time as Isabella's tongue penetrated her folds.

In less than a minute Johnson's hips were grinding up into Isabella's mouth which was Aisha's clue to straddle Elizabeth's head, lowering her own dripping pussy to Johnson's mouth.

Isabella was eating Liz's pussy as Aisha started to rub her pussy up and down Liz's face. This was a first for Elizabeth, she had watched enough porn to know basically what to do. Quickly finding breath, she did to the wet pussy that was on her mouth the same things that Isabella was doing to her pussy.

It didn't take long for Liz to cum, when she had finished with her orgasm Aisha lowered her hand to the back of Liz's head and lifted her mouth. TJ took Elizabeth's hand and wrapped it around his cock as he taunted her, "You aren't done yet, Sergeant.. You owe that pussy an orgasm."

Liz moaned, "Oh God... Oh God, I'm trying, I promise," she moaned as her mouth went back to work on Aisha's shaved mound.

Aisha moaned, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," as she held onto Elizabeth's hair humped against her mouth. In a few moments Aisha came, squirting all over Liz's face.

Isabella and Aisha changed places. Aisha, who shocked even herself with how eager she was, used her mouth and tongue, a couple of fingers in her pussy and even sliding one into Liz's ass that had the Sergeant thrashing in another orgasm.

Again Gray reminded Johnson that she had to finish eating the pussy on her face. Aisha moved away as Isabella lowered herself more firmly on Elizabeth's mouth as Gray replaced Aisha between Johnson's thighs. TJ wasn't going to use his tongue. Johnson screamed into Isabella's dripping pussy as TJ plunged deep into Elizabeth's well eaten cunt. Liz screamed into Isabella's pussy each time Gray's huge cock drove deep into her body.

Aisha slipped off to the side and took Elizabeth's large tit in her hand, guiding the rock hard nipple into her mouth. She moved from gentle sucks and licks to bites then back to being gentle which pushed Elizabeth so far over the edge that her body convulsed in the largest orgasm she had ever seen.

Her cunt gripped Gray's cock like a vice as her lips did the same to Isabella's clit. Her body jumped around the bed as if she were having a seizure. Liz was lost in the haze of lust as finally Isabella came hard. She lifted off of Liz's mouth and dripped her cum all over Elizabeth's chest until Aisha moved her mouth in to lap up the sloppy mess.

Finally Gray was ready to cum. He pulled out of Liz as his cock was about to explode. Sean smirked as both Aisha and Isabella moved to receive all that he could offer them.

TJ stroked his cock with a few long strokes until he growled as rope after rope of his cum shot all over Liz's tits and covered Aisha's and Isabella's face.

After the quartet showered, ate breakfast and had a strategy meeting they headed out of the hotel and wandered through the media row, putting eyes on Wei Lin. TJ and Elizabeth attended the next presentation as Aisha and Isabella kept a close eye on the Asian market desk host.

Elizabeth received a text just before lunch that Lin and her husband had just entered Scena di Angelo in the Ritz Carlton for lunch. The two women got a table for four and waited for their colleagues.

It only took a few minutes for Gray and Elizabeth to enter the restaurant. Elizabeth went to sit while Gray walked straight to Wei Lin and Malik Sanford's table. Elizabeth turned to Aisha and whispered, "What the hell is he doing?"

Aisha touched Elizabeth's hand as her eyes narrowed to concentrate on her boss. "Trust him."

Lin and her husband sat immersed in conversation. A bottle of wine was opened on the table and two glasses were poured. Their salads and bread had arrived as they waited for their Italian lunches to be brought to the table. Their conversation was light, Gray noticed things seemed forced which would be expected of folks that were trying to appear normal while wrestling with the weight of what they were trying to do.

The arrival of an unexpected guest would soon add a new layer of stress to the couple. Wei Lin, looked up. Her eyes sparkling with curiosity, noticed the tall, impeccably dressed figure approaching their table. TJ Gray as Grayson Alexander, exuded an air of quiet confidence and moved with the kind of purpose that demanded attention..

As Grayson drew closer, a subtle shift occurred in the atmosphere. Wei Lin, though unaware of who he was, couldn't help but feel the magnetic pull of his presence. There was an undeniable allure to the way he carried himself--a potent mix of charisma and authority that set him apart.

"Good afternoon," Grayson greeted, his voice a smooth cadence that resonated with understated authority. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important."

Wei Lin, her interest piqued, exchanged a quick glance with Malik before offering a warm smile. "Not at all. May I help you?"

TJ pulled out a chair and sat which changed the dynamic drastically. The couple was used to having fans approach Wei Lin, but this was more than a casual fan. This was a man that had the audacity to sit down at their table as they were eating lunch.

Wei Lin weighed the tall intruder. His green eyes, sharp and perceptive, locked onto Wei Lin's with an intensity that spoke of a man accustomed to being noticed. The powerful media broker found herself drawn into a conversation. She had interviewed powerful men and women before, but this stranger carried himself differently than most she had ever met.

Lin felt her husband shrink in the presence of this primal male as she shot a look at Malik who eventually spoke, "Do we know you?"

TJ smiled, "No, my name is Grayson Alexander. I am the founder and CEO of Grayson Capital. We are a private equity firm that specializes in tech companies. I have long been an admirer of Wei Lin."

Lin took a sip of her wine as she tried to break the magnetic draw she felt, "Interesting, I thought I knew just about everyone in the game. I've never heard of you."

TJ smiled then winked at her. To Malik the stranger's eyes seemed to be almost threatening no matter how much they twinkled. That nervousness was only magnified when he noticed the lustful smirk cross his lips before he spoke.

"Ms. Lin, perhaps that is exactly what I expect and demand from those I work with." Malik could only watch as the threatening male leaned in closer to his wife, "I am the silent partner, the one who stays in the background and pulls the strings. It is better to be the kingmaker than the king. I come and go as I want, invest as I want, and withdraw my interest when I get bored."