Zhong Qing



It wasn't long after I joined the bank that I began to feel pressure
from my boss to see him on something less than a professional basis. I
was 24, having just graduated from college, and this was my first real
job. I didn't have a lot of experience or confidence and he was using
that against me.

Asia isn't like the United States or even Europe, we have human
resource policies against sexual harassment, but they are selectively
enforced and a brand new girl wasn't going to get very far
complaining. The impression I got was that even if I did manage to get
someone to take action and stop what was going on, it would finish my
career before it ever really got started.

I suppose if I'd be a normal woman, it might not have been so bad. It
might even have been flattering, in some respects. My boss, Mr. Chua,
was a good looking man. He was successful and well connected, and could
certainly do a lot for a young marketing assistant's career. That was
why I'd applied so hard for the position, but it turned out the
position he had in mind was on my back with my legs over his shoulders.

No way. I couldn't do it. I'm a lesbian, as you may or may not
know, and very happy to be one. I've known I was queer since I was
old enough to be interested sexually in other people. And the people I
found sexually interesting were without exception other girls. This had
never been a big problem for me, at least no insurmountable, but now I
was feeling the pinch and I didn't like it.

"I don't like it." I told my roommate. Her name was Sara, and she
was half Chinese and half French, very exotic and incredibly sexy, but
straight as a proverbial arrow. Perhaps that was why we got along so
well.

I was taking off my clothes, talking to her loudly from my bedroom,
while she prepared some tea for us in our small kitchen. We always took
good care of each other, and it was the little things that counted most
in our friendship. I removed my suit, unzipping the skirt and kicking
it off to join the jacket on the floor. It had cost me half a months
pay, very nearly $20,000 Hong Kong, and I'd regret not hanging it
carefully in my closet later, but I wasn't in the mood.

"You don't have to like it, just close your eyes." She was
laughing and I knew it was only a tease, she didn't want me sleeping
with the man either. But Sara wasn't totally opposed to my trying
hetero sex either. She was one of those people who assume a lesbian has
just never tried anything else.

I shook my head and unhooked my bra. I have smallish breasts, 34B cups
in English, but they are firm and nicely formed and I didn't actually
need a bra, but I'm in that small minority of women who actually like
wearing one. Especially the red lace. It was from Victoria's Secret
and soft and comfortable like you wouldn't believe.

"He's a pig." I answered her. "He's slept with every girl who
ever worked for him, I'll bet."

I left my panties on, red and matching the bra, French cut and I liked
the way they rode high around my waist, with a narrow backside, almost
like a thong. They were comfortable as well. I brushed my hair, soft
and brown and just falling below my shoulders, and wrapped myself in a
short Japanese housecoat I'd bought in Shibuya.

"He's probably done precious little sleeping, love." Sara was
already sitting down in our small living room, her long legs folded
beneath her. She was tall and I envied that, being just 5'4"
myself. "Sit down now, have some tea. I've found some of that
banana bread you like."

"With butter?" I smiled and settled down opposite her at the small
coffee table we shared.

"You need to get something on him." Sara was saying, nodding to
herself as she spoke. "Find something you can blackmail him with."

"Blackmail?" I giggled, covering my mouth and staring at my friend.
"I wouldn't know how!"

"The how is the easy part!" She grinned. "Find out something he
wouldn't want anyone else to know and tell him to leave you alone, or
else." She paused and then laughed. "Or batter yet, ask him for a
raise too. And a few days off every month."

"You're crazy, Sara." I just smiled, feeling a little embarrassed
that she might actually be serious.

"No, I'm not. Listen, you're his assistant, he tells you
everything, right?"

"Welll..." I sort of weighed that in my mind. "He has a
secretary, he tells her everything."

"Then talk to her!" Sara worked for a television production
company, as an assistant producer and she was prone to getting excited.
"It's perfect. He's probably fucked her too, or tried to."

I gasped slightly at her, always amazed she could be so vulgar at
times. "I don't know her, I mean I do know her, but..."

My boss' secretary was Miss Hsu and we had a cordial, but distant
working relationship. She was older than me, perhaps by 10 years or so,
in her mid thirties. She was very cool, very conservative and
efficient. I found her attractive in the way I found many women
attractive who seemed to possess certain qualities most often
associated with men. In her case it was that sense of quiet strength, a
reserve of patience and ability. My friends were all my age and none of
us were mature. We weren't very quiet and tended to express our
emotions, so in Miss Hsu's presence I felt very small and childlike.
It wasn't unpleasant.

"But what?" Sara was pouring more tea. "Just talk to her. Look,
if she has had sex with the pervert, and didn't like it, she'll
have sympathy for you. If she did like it, she'll want more, so she
won't want him seeing you. If she never slept with him at all, there
must be a good reason."

"Hmmmm..." I nodded, wondering if I could seriously consider
approaching Miss Hsu like that.

"She isn't ugly or anything, is she?" Sara paused, her tea cup
frozen just below her lips. "A hunchback, or something?"

"No." I laughed. "She's very attractive actually."

"Ahhhh..." Sara giggled and finally took a soft sip of tea.

"What?" I made a face. I knew what she was going to say.

"You like her, huh?" Sara was nodding. "Don't lie to me, Jais,
I can tell. Tell me everything!"

"No!" I snorted. "It's not like that. And besides, even if it
were, I wouldn't tell you."

"Why not?" Sara pouted, or rather mocked a pout, which she was very
good at, but I knew her too well.

"Because, you wouldn't understand." I teased, raising my eyebrows
a little and picking up a piece of banana bread.

"Lust is lust, it doesn't matter." She  cocked her head to the
side. "I tell you everything."

"Because you're an exhibitionist!" I laughed.

"Of course!" Sara giggled and we let it drop, deciding my mood had
improved enough to discuss more important things, like which new clubs
we were going to hit that evening.

But my mind was never far from my problems with Mr. Chua and while I
didn't have a criminal bone in my body, it wasn't really bad to
find a reason not to sleep with him, was it? I wasn't going to ask
for money, or a promotion, just that he let me do my job, the one I was
hired for. I was good at it and I deserved the chance.

The next morning, after a rather restless night, I had decided to
approach Miss Hsu as Sara had suggested. I was in my office, which I
shared with 2 other girls, other assistants to the various department
heads. We shared a secretary as well and it was a pain sometimes,
because the two women I worked with loved gossip and I suffered through
their chatter every day.

I decided to call Miss Hsu on the phone, although her desk was only a
floor above mine. I knew if I spoke with her personally though I'd
lose my nerve, especially if my boss happened to see me. So I called,
hoping my two office mates would keep themselves occupied for a few
more minutes discussing who was sleeping with the new receptionist in
the lobby.

"Good morning, Mr. Chua's office, how may I help you?" Miss Hsu
answered in her perfect English, which was the official language of our
bank. Unofficially everyone spoke Cantonese for the most part, at least
us lowly salary-women did.

"Good morning, Miss Hsu." I said, hoping I didn't sound nervous.
"This is Jais."

"Oh, Mr. Chua is in a meeting upstairs..."

"Uh, no, please I was wondering if..." I paused, wishing I'd
rehearsed this a little. "...if, well if you would care to join me
for lunch today?"

"Lunch?" Miss Hsu was quiet for a moment and I held my breath.
"Yes, that would be lovely, Jais. Downstairs, say 11:45 is that good
for you?"

"Yes." I nodded, despite being on the phone. "11:45." I agreed.

"Very good." Miss Hsu seemed to be waiting to see if I had anything
else on my mind.

"Uh, yes, alright. Goodbye Miss Hsu." I said.

"Goodbye, Jais."

"Suspicious." Wren was looking at me. She was short and a little
heavy, with short black hair and a flat face.

"Very suspicious." My other co-worker, Lucy nodded. She was my
height, with her hair tied back in a long braid down her back. She was
attractive, but I disliked her sense of humor, which could be very
crude.

"What?" I looked at them.

"Lunch with Miss Hsu?" Wren raised one eyebrow.

"Eating out today, Jais?" Lucy giggled and her meaning was clear.

I was not openly lesbian at my company, but it was difficult to keep
such a secret from two nosy people who shared my small office. The best
I could do was avoid confirming their suspicions.

"She's my boss' secretary, of course we have lunch sometimes."
I shook my head. "When I'm promoted upstairs and you're still
down here, perhaps you'll understand."

"Oh, I understand perfectly." Lucy smiled and she looked like a
Siamese cat.

"Not enough to sleep with Mr. Chua, is it? Everyone knows Miss Hsu
runs the office." Wren was smiling at Lucy and they were both
nodding. "That will get you upstairs quick!"

"Shut-up." I busied myself with work, deciding it was a good time
to go to the records vault and catch up on my filing. In Asia, even in
Japan, there is an inherent distrust in computers. A piece of paper
with a real signature and official stamp was worth something, you could
hold it in your hands. We all spent a lot of time in the vault, and me
more than anyone, probably.

I was already waiting for Miss Hsu when she stepped out of the
elevator. She always dressed nicely, but very conservative and I
admired that, and even tried to emulate her. Many of the younger women
at the bank dressed somewhat provocatively, favoring low cut blouses,
or skirts that were lightly shorter than the proscribed 2" above the
knee.

Miss Hsu was wearing a tight black suit that hugged her trim body,
especially her bum and hips. It was sexy without being quite so
blatant. Her skirt fell just above the knees and was slit in the back,
showing off her long legs and the black stockings she wore, with a
pattern of roses running along the seam. Her top was a tunic, not a
jacket or blazer like mine, with a stiff Chinese collar buttoned around
her neck. It was black as well and made of silk so that one could
almost see her firm breasts moving beneath the material as she moved.
Miss Hsu did not wear a bra.

I had dressed warmly, with a mustard skirt and a burgundy blouse, worn
loose and comfortable. It was a very nice outfit, and the colors went
well with my natural coloring, but seeing Miss Hsu I felt underdressed
for some reason, as I very nearly always did.

"Jais, hello." Miss Hsu walked close to me and smiled politely. Her
black hair was pinned up neatly, pulled back from her handsome face,
and I brushed an imaginary strand of hair from my eye. I'd worn mine
loose that day.

"Miss Hsu." I bowed my head slightly. I did not know her first
name, which may sound strange, but even if I had known it I think I
would have been uncomfortable using it. Technically, my position in the
company was higher than hers, but realistically she was far senior to
me and we both knew it.

"Well, this is pleasant." She was smiling. "Where would you like
to go?"

"Plaza Trattoria?" I suggested, which was a fine Italian restaurant
with outdoor seating and the most wonderful bread.

"Very good." Miss Hsu replied and I relaxed a little. I didn't
know how she'd feel about foreign food, but somehow I couldn't
imagine her in a noodle shop eating steamed won-ton either.

We were very correct with each other, and she gave nothing of herself
away to me, though doubtless my own thoughts were quite plain to her.
They had very little to do with my boss. Miss Hsu was beautiful and
cultured and she did not act the role of secretary at all. I'll admit
I was becoming enamored of her while we ate and discussed innocent
topics like the weather and the upcoming Fan Bao Festival.

I ate slowly and the day was warm, but not so humid, so it was pleasant
and I had a glass of wine, which I rarely do during working hours. But
I was nervous and trying to speak intelligently while most of my mind
went to wild imaginings and a small voice tried to remind me of my real
purpose.

"Now why did you ask me to lunch?" Miss Hsu had finished the light
pasta salad she'd ordered, and I was startled when her hand reached
across the table to touch mine, her index finger just grazing the back
of my hand.

I jerked slightly and glanced at her, my face turning red I was sure. I
felt my heart stop for a second and then start again, faster than
before. Why was she touching me? I wondered, forgetting all else. Did
it mean something? I've never been a very good lesbian, often
confusing something completely innocent for something suggestive,
especially when I was with someone I was so attracted to, like Miss
Hsu.

"Uh..." I licked my lips, unsure of what to say and the woman was
stroking my skin like I was a pet.

"Come with me." Miss Hsu said, raising her hand for the check. Her
voice left no room for doubt or argument, I was going to follow her
wherever she went.

In Hong Kong, like many other cities in Asia, there are rooms for rent
by the hour. Most often they are small and clean and used by men like
Mr. Chua to indulge their passions for secretaries and assistants. I
was plainly shocked when I found Miss Hsu leading us into one such
place and buying a room as if it were quite normal for two professional
women to do such a thing.

I said nothing, although I was blushing terribly as the boy, a young
Chinese of no more than 18 or 19 years, dropped a key on the hard wood
front desk with a clatter. He was looking at me, I thought, although I
was afraid to look and know for certain.

"Jais?" Miss Hsu snapped her fingers, as though calling a dog and I
fear I was trembling with excitement and humiliation.

The elevator was old, with a sliding grate and it moved slowly to the
third floor. "I have never done this." I said quietly, looking down
at the yellowed tile floor. "Come to a place like this."

"Shhh..." Miss Hsu did not smile, but merely ignored me until the
elevator stopped and we could exit.

Inside the room it was much as I might have expected. Little more than
a bed, with clean sheets and a single pillow. There was a small
portable closet with some hangers and a tiny bathroom, nothing else.
Not even a window and the only light was a dull bulb in the ceiling.

"You've been with a woman?" Miss Hsu asked me as soon as the door
was closed and bolted shut.

"Y-Yes." I nodded.

"Undress me now." She stood in the middle of the small room and I
began at her throat, unbuttoning her tunic with shaking fingers while
Miss Hsu watched my face. I opened her blouse carefully, and my breath
caught in my throat as I unveiled her breasts, heavy and swollen and
light as snow. The nipples were light as well, barely brown areolas
topped with beige nipples already hard and long.

I felt my stomach tightening and between my thighs I felt hot and
greasy. I hung up the tunic and reached slowly to find the clasp and
zipper of Miss Hsu's skirt.

"On your knees, Jais." Miss Hsu commanded, putting a hand on my
shoulder and pushing me down so that I was kneeling in front of the
woman, my face even with her hips. "Now remove my skirt, please."

I swallowed nervously and nodded, feeling my body tingle as my hands
came in contact with her cool dry skin. I felt like I was on fire, my
whole body a cinder as I knelt there, subservient and obedient,
undressing Miss Hsu as if that were my one true purpose in life.

I undid the hook and lowered the zipper slowly, just a few centimeters,
until her skirt became loose enough that it began slipping from her
soft round hips.

"Carefully, Jais...slowly..." Miss Hsu was telling me and her hand
was on my head, stroking my soft brown hair gently. "You are so
beautiful, girl. So sweet."

Miss Hsu's voice was like a song and it made me shudder to hear her
compliments. That they were not the words of an equal made it even
better for me somehow, she was favoring me like a servant, I thought,
encouraging me with small gifts of attention. I did not mind this, how
could I? I was lowering her skirt so carefully it might have been made
of Ming porcelain.

Her panties came into view slowly, black as night and all lace and
vaguely transparent so I could see her pubic hair matted beneath. Miss
Hsu had both hands on my shoulders as she stepped out of her skirt and
I closed my eyes, sensing her lightly covered sex just beyond my lips
as she leaned forward. I could smell her, I thought, the faint musk of
her excitement beneath the clean sweet fragrance of her morning bath.

I came to my feet slowly, folding the skirt and hanging it up and when
I turned around Miss Hsu was waiting for me, lying on the bed, propped
slightly against the pillow with her legs spread and knees bent. Her
black leather heels were impressed into the sheets, and her stockings,
black against her white skin, rose to mid-thigh and stopped, the rose
laced tops of them tight around her smooth flesh. Her sex was barely
covered by her panties and as she kept her legs open, inviting me, I
could see wisps of fine black hair curling around the edges.

"Undress for me now, let me see your body." Miss Hsu ordered and
she lay there, playing with her nipples, or occasionally rubbing a long
delicate finger along her hidden slit, as she watched me.

I removed my own clothes slowly and carefully as well, my blouse first,
revealing my breasts trapped in the simple white bra I was wearing. It
was not sexy, to my mind, it was plain like I'd worn when I was 15 or
16 and real lingerie was a yet a dream. But Miss Hsu seemed to like it
and she told me to keep it on.

"It makes you look like a virgin." Miss Hsu said with a little
sigh. "Hurry now, the skirt. I want to see you."

I kicked off my shoes and unzipped my skirt quickly, feeling my own
desires running out of patience. My heart was pounding and my mouth was
dry. I had never felt such passion from such simple things as I felt
undressing us in that little room. I removed my skirt finally, so that
I stood in just my pantyhose, which had a liner of their own, albeit
thin and not so comfortable. I rarely wore pantyhose, finding them not
very feminine, and I was vaguely embarrassed that I should be wearing
them in front of Miss Hsu.

"Come here." Miss Hsu crooked a finger at me and I wasn't sure
what she wanted. I began to get on the bed but she shook her head.
"No, arund here, this way." She pointed to a spot on the floor near
her where she lay and I walked over, standing close to the bed.

I watched as Miss Hsu pulled my pantyhose away from the flat tenderness
of my lower tummy and she made me gasp as she reached inside, leaning
over slightly, so that she could catch the lining in her fingers.

"Oh!" I gave a little start as the material ripped loudly to my
ears and Miss Hsu yanked the thin cotton liner out of my hose, holding
it up like a small prize and smiling.

"Is that better?" She asked and I was shaking. My sex was exposed
beneath the sheer nylon and some moisture had escaped, leaving a small
dark stain. "Not yet?" Miss Hsu rubbed my vagina briefly, so that I
sucked a sharp breath and stood on my tip-toes. Then she was digging
her red nails into the material, tearing a ragged hole in my pantyhose
for my soft folds to exit.

I forced myself to look down as I felt Miss Hsu's fingers retreat,
and I could see my labia, swollen and dark with excitement hanging
between my spread thighs. My clitoris too, escaped from her sheath, was
clearly exposed and Miss Hsu blew a warm breath across it.

"Now you're lovely." She was smiling and leaning back once more.
"Lick me now, Jais. Kiss my pussy for me."

I was eager for it, I will tell you, hungry for the woman the way I'd
never been hungry before. All my previous experiences with girls and
women were forgotten, all that remained for me was Miss Hsu and
pleasing her. I knelt on the floor, leaning across the foot of the bed
and Miss Hsu allowed me to pull her flimsy panties free of her legs.

The woman's sex was beautiful, with long ink black pubic hair, fine
and silky and just barely curling near the ends. Her clit was large,
larger than mine and I pulled up on her skin with my thumb, pulling it
up and out like a tiny pink penis. Below that her vagina proper, with
long full lips, compressed together in a soft undulating slit. I licked
carefully around Miss Hsu's clitoris at first, not touching it at
all, just using the tip of my tongue as an artist might, a master of
calligraphy. The word I was writing for Miss Hsu was Zhong Qing...crazy
in love.

"Ohmmmmm..." Miss Hsu had her fingers in my hair and her thighs
moved, just slightly back and forth, like a butterfly's new wings.

When I took her clitoris with my tongue finally, caressing it tenderly,
tickling it with a quick flutter, Miss Hsu became animated, her body
moving against me, thrusting slightly so I could mouth her stiff clit
completely, taking it between my lips and bathing it with my tongue. I
imagined I could feel it throbbing, just the way my own clit was and I
reached down to touch myself.

I moved my other hand to Miss Hsu's sex, moving the tips of my
fingers up and down between her humid labia until I entered her easily,
two fingers slipping inside to feel the warm wet clasping of her sexy
mouth. Her vagina was tight and gripped my fingers as if desperate for
my penetration. I pressed Miss Hsu's clit between my lips, pinching
and pulling at it until I was rewarded with her gasps and moans of
pleasure. I worked my fingers in and out deliberately, pushing them
inside until my knuckles were pressed against her flesh. I could feel
the small bumps and uneven flow of her channel and I curled my fingers,
seeking that secret place, up and in and when I found it Miss Hsu gave
a sharp cry and her thighs pressed against my flushed cheeks.

I could feel the walls of Miss Hsu's vagina closing in, with small
spasms to mark her impending climax. I moved my mouth down, stiffening
my tongue so that it could join my fingers, working to widen her sex
all the more. My own sex was burning between my thighs and I rubbed my
clit with three fingers, moving them around in a hard tight circle,
feeling the sensation grow, the welcome release just moments away. I
wanted her to cum, to share her orgasm with me and then I would join
her, it would push me over the edge.

I could barely breathe, but it was of no consequence as I rushed my
tongue back and forth within Miss Hsu's heady sex. I sucked and
kissed and made love to her with my fingers and mouth while her legs
and hands kept me trapped in a desperate embrace. She was half sitting
now, her body shuddering and loud, high pitched cries filled the room.

I could taste her clearly, strong and rich and tangy, like some wild
fruit that's been picked a day too early, not yet ripe but such a
delight for the senses. She was overpowering me and I thrust a finger
inside my vagina, feeling myself ready to burst at any second.

When Miss Hsu came it was as if a dam had burst within her. Her orgasm
sprayed, literally, onto my face and a flood of juices ran across my
tongue and fingers. She was the wettest woman I had ever know, like a
sexual monsoon, drenching me and forcing me to swallow quickly as it
poured into my mouth. I lapped at her, drinking her pent up fervor
while my own climax finally swept through me like a wildfire. I held
two fingers in my vagina, my palm against my clitoris as she hummed her
lust filled joy. I was barely able to do more than groan against Miss
Hsu's thrusting sex, keeping my tongue inside her so she could make
love to it while I burned.

It was a glorious long moment for both of us and when it had finally
passed I lifted my face, drinking cool air into my aching lungs
gratefully. My face was hot and wet and I had Miss Hsu's wetness all
down my neck to the tops of my breasts. She herself was collapsed back
on her pillow, her mouth open and panting with eyes shut. Her tongue
lolled out of her mouth, wet and pink and I dared climb across her form
slowly, sliding my breasts across her thighs and hips, to finally find
hers.

Miss Hsu let me kiss her, greeting my tongue still wet with her juices
as it entered her mouth and she held me then, hugging my body against
her. It was a long languid kiss, unhurried and serving to heighten the
experience that my body was still remembering. The remnants of my
orgasm were there still, my tummy tight and twisted, my heart beating
rapidly.

"Make love to me, Jais." Miss Hsu whispered and she was lifting her
legs, getting them up and finally over my shoulders as I moved my arms
to help her.

Miss Hsu's vulva was exposed to mine as our bodies came together, our
vagina's touching, my hard little clit rubbing up and down her slit,
but far too small for entry. Good enough was the feel of her soft
wetness against mine, the ragged material of my ripped pantyhose
clinging to our skin and adding a strange, tickling sensation. We
kissed while we did that, working ourselves bumper-to-bumper as my
Australian friend would say. It would not bring us off, but it was a
very nice way to spend the short time remaining to our lunch and it
made me wish for another hour, or two, or 12 with Miss Hsu.

We returned to work after a brief shower together and I washed Miss Hsu
with great pleasure, enjoying my new role as her servant of sorts. It
was natural, or so it seemed, and we were both comfortable without
having to discuss it. I bathed her first and then myself, and I dressed
her carefully, even going so far as to do her makeup for her. It was a
deliberate act and wonderfully thrilling to do the simplest, most
personal things for her.

Miss Hsu insisted I wear my pantyhose under my skirt, telling me it
would give her pleasure knowing I was bare beneath my clothing. Outside
of the room we were proper and discrete and seemingly professional to
all outward appearance, but entering the offices with Miss Hsu was
another thrill of a secret sort. I was her lover now and anything was
possible. I had been far too long without one and while we had not
discussed anything of the nature of our relationship, I had every
reason to hope it would last and perhaps grow into something truly
meaningful.

But still, I had not yet found the opportunity to discuss Mr. Chua and
my dilemma therein. Or more precisely, I'd had opportunities, but
they'd passed unnoticed and forgotten. I could not bring myself to
discuss it then, of course, not inside the bank, and in truth it was
already slipping my mind again. I stood next to Miss Hsu in the crowded
elevator, feeling just the sleeve of her tunic against my bare arm and
it made me tremble inside, wondering what was to become of us.

To be continued.