From Jenny to Mei Ch. 19

"You said a month, Karla? Didn't you?"

They both looked at her and she felt her face blush. "But I didn't really mean it."

"Nonsense."

"What dates?" the manager asked.

"Starting today."

The manager looked at his screen. "Well I'm afraid we don't have any one suite available for four weeks contiguously. Would that be a problem?"

"I don't think so." He looked at Karla but she just stared back.

"And the only suite available today is the Oriental."

"Fine."

"Would you like to take a look?"

Philip turned to Karla who felt like she couldn't speak, so she nodded.

"Do you need a signature?"

"We can do that at your convenience this afternoon," he said as he stood.

Karla pressed herself against Philip's arm as they rode up the elevator, letting her nipple find a firm spot to rub against. She thought about her pussy, of all things, if he would like it, if it were tight enough, if her growing moisture could be smelled in this confined space? She wondered if these two men could know how wet and horny she was and what might happen if they did. For a moment before the chime rang and the door opened she thought about both of them taking her in this suite they we going to see, the both of them exchanging places behind her as she propped her elbows on a fine mahogany table.

As they walked down the carpeted hall, she compared herself to Mei, the smaller, thinner girl who she knew was tighter and the even more waifish Ai who could not be quite one-hundred pounds.

However, she put her fears aside. 'This is going to be magnificent. A suite in the Mandarin, for a whole month!' she thought as the manager removed the plastic master key from his jacket pocket. He opened the double doors with a bit of showmanship and Karla walked through the entrance feeling like a princess.

It was quite simply breathtaking. The furniture, the space, the design were all elegantly presented but what had her totally enraptured was the private balcony. It was large yet intimate with low teak furniture and a view even more spectacular than the one they had drinking tea on the event deck below.

"Philip, are you sure?"

He parted her hair as she leaned over, elbows on the rail and kissed her ear. His body pressed only slightly against her hip and buttocks but she felt it keenly. "Take a look around," he said and returned to talk with the manager away from her hearing.

"So what are we talking?"

"The suite is $1,350 per night."

Philip, despite what one would imagine from a man so wealthy, didn't like spending money. "The term, uh, the length of stay, offer any discount? Can you manage $1,100 per?"

"The suite does come with the full amenities, fitness center, business center and the like."

"Let's do this. Can you manage salon and room service for a flat rate... say $1,400 per night?"

"I think we can manage something like that. Do you think it would be more than one meal or more than one visit to the salon per day?"

"Yes, I can't imagine she'd over-indulge and I'll cover anything over that at the usual rate."

"Very well. Let me do some calculations with limited use of the spa and room service for two. If you agree to the final number, and I think $1,400 or $1,500 per day would cover it, then I'll make sure that is made plain to guest services."

"Flowers please, at least one large display, and kept fresh."

"Of course. Anything else."

"Just that she be made as comfortable as possible."

"The royal treatment? Of course."

Philip would not, under any circumstances, let him know that he owned twelve percent of the building, was in fact the largest shareholder. He hoped the name Conners wasn't familiar to him.

"And keep her in this suite for as many of the days as possible. This is your best, is that right?" He knew it was.

"Yes. And the schedule only showed a weekend booking made months ago. We will take fine care of her. Shall we expect any other guests?"

"Yes. Her boyfriend will be staying with her. The same treatment for him please."

The manager didn't bat an eye. "Of course. I'll have the front desk sign you in when you have a moment. Naturally, with an arrangement such as this the hotel would like to bill your card on a weekly timetable, in advance of your stay. Would that be acceptable?"

"Fine."

"Very well, Mr. Conners..."

"Philip, please."

"Philip. Thank you." He left and closed the door.

Karla watched him speak to the manager from the balcony of what must have been the most expensive suite in the city and concluded her introspection. While he spoke, presumably about the details of the suite, she had reviewed her life. She had blossomed late, her childhood friends all growing boobs and hips long before she had. She remembered the awkward jealousy of those two years in middle school when, like opening flowers her classmates sprouted and emerged as fresh, young women, the soft fatty mounds on their chests taking on a new ripeness. Some of her friends had even teased her flat-chested, slim-hipped figure. It wasn't cruel, it was just the way girls were but she flushed at the occasions when attention was focused on her awkward, skinny body and she cursed her lazy genes. Yet when her turn came they kicked her body into hormonal overdrive. At first she only grew taller, exaggerating her beanpole form and her self-esteem shrank in direct proportion to her new height. Then, blessedly, her boobs came in and by Thanksgiving freshman year they strained the confines of her B cup bra. By Easter she was comfortably in a C cup and those who had once ribbed her were now silent.

She felt as though, since meeting Mei Chun, the same type of transformation was happening again but at a much accelerated pace. The germ had been there all along she now realized. Her latent bisexuality was probably seeded in college. Having two suitemates second year that were openly gay and showering together everyday had, unavoidably, made her familiar with the concept and when one of them joined her sorority they had hooked up a year later on a whim.

It had been fun. Much more fun than her first time with a guy. And the girl had put no pressure on Karla to repeat. But repeat they did, not often, only four other times. They were spur of the moment things, a quick phone call asking if Karla were up for some 'fun,' to which she always replied, 'sure!' It surprised Karla, the cheerful attitude she used when taking her up on the offers. She liked the girl and realized she liked the sex even more.

Her friend would come to her off campus apartment for a thrown together meal, a wine cooler or two and a couple of hours in her bed. They were convivial times with great, energetic sex that left her completely satisfied for weeks.

There were a couple more after college, one massage partner from her certification course and a friend of one of her high school classmates. However, these encounters were like sexual calisthenics, almost completely devoid of emotional content; almost.

What Karla found was that these encounters gave her the ability to connect with someone sexually in a whole new way. On the second or third time together with one of her 'special friends' there would be some lovely snuggling and an after sex kiss or two. They were friend-fucks, if there was such a thing. They were a nice change from boys and brought the two of them immediately to a new level of friendship.

She was comforted that she didn't start to suddenly lust after women on the street or paw through lingerie catalogs drooling at the models. It was more a case of fast tracking an acquaintance to full friendship.

But she put it all on hold when she began to date Tim. Mostly on hold.

It was the contrast with Tim that made her revisit the memories of the encounters and that memory began to grow on her. She found herself daydreaming of her last partner, of how enjoyable it was to slowly lick soft pussy lips while her partner moaned in the slow burn of ecstasy; of how making a girl come felt so sexy and empowering, of remembering the cozy feeling of totally relaxing together after a good come and talking about nothing with her partner.

She never felt anything akin to the love she felt for men. For her, joining with a woman that way was much more like sharing coffee and chit-chat with a best friend. She didn't consider herself even bisexual. She was just a girl with an open mind and who wasn't afraid of having fun.

That was until Mei Chun. She changed everything.

If pressed, Karla wouldn't have been able to say why. Perhaps she was just ready. Perhaps the other encounters were just a preparation for meeting the right girl. Whatever had caused it, Karla knew she was now a different person.

'So why Tim?' she wondered. Maybe she was keeping him as a way to anchor herself to the heterosexual legacy she was born into. Perhaps she needed him for the kids she wanted to have in the future. Maybe she really loved him without knowing exactly what constituted love. Maybe she just needed a real cock, or maybe she was fearful of the feelings for Mei Chun and needed him as a fallback if all of this turned into some horrible mistake.

Then there was Philip. Today he definitely put to rest her fear that she was going total lesbo. She had to question if it was the money but she didn't think so. While him waltzing into the managers office and getting this suite for her stirred something in her libido, and the fact that he was going to make her a spa owner, she didn't think that was why she was so charged up.

She returned to the present as he disengaged from the manager and braced herself for the bold move she was contemplating. She readied a smile as he stepped outside. "Thank you, Philip," she said and kissed him on the cheek. Then she let desire take control, changed her focus and made a line of small kisses to his lips. When she finished a nice long one she found it had only stirred her desire for him rather than satisfy it.

She leant back, her whole face smiling, rays of an active contentment radiating from her eyes. "And the spa. I still can't get it into my head that you're going to help me start a spa on my own."

"I didn't earn my father's money, Karla. That's why I don't enjoy spending it on myself. Buying you girls things is the best way I can enjoy it."

"Is that what it is? Just a rich guy's whim?"

"I don't throw money away. I'm investing in you because I think I know your type."

She leant back and brushed the hair that had begun swirling around her head again in the high altitude breeze. "What type is that?"

"The type that works until she gets what she wants."

"If we had sex now," she said, "it would just be because I am overwhelmed. I don't want it to seem like I'm doing it because of the suite and the spa. Like it was some kind of manipulation."

"Ok, but wouldn't the timing be all wrong for that? Like, wouldn't you have sex and then ask for something?"

"Men are stupid," she said. "Can I get you a drink? There must be a mini bar."

"Yeah. See what they have."

She went in search of the suite's version of the little black fridge but didn't find it right away, then heard a knock at the door. "What about the girls?" she called out to Philip as she opened it.

"Must still be busy," he replied and turned back in to see a member of the hotel staff with a bucket and some glasses.

"They sent some champagne," Karla said and directed the young man to take it out to the balcony.

"Does it bother you," he asked as he stood to get out of the way, passing Karla in the doorway, "that they are... you know?"

"Maybe a bit." She caressed his cheek with a smile in further sign of her appreciation.

"Not me, for some reason."

"You've had them both. That's why."

"Maybe," he said, looking contemplative.

When the young man finished opening and pouring the champagne he returned with him to the vestibule, tipped him generously and asked him to take special care if his friends while they were guests. When he returned to the balcony he found Karla sitting back in the low cushioned chaise across from the teak coffee table with a queer look in her eye. He saw a look like that when Mei had rode him facing his feet and just before she licked his finger and asked him to stick it up her ass.

She picked up from where she'd stopped, like the intervening minutes hadn't happened. "I mean I'm as horny as a miner's hands but I want the first time with you to be about my genuine feelings for you and not because I'm so swept off my feet like this." Then she fixed on his eyes, "But I am really horny right now."

"Ok," he said and smiled, his eyes sparkled. "Why did you call me stupid?"

She put a naked foot on the table and wiggled her toes, blood red nails flashing in the sun. "Not you in particular - men in general. It's because you think that's how women work. We're more subtle than that. You can't just say, 'buy me a necklace,' and then give the guy a blow job if he says yes. It takes more time. We reward a guy after he does something nice to train him to keep being nice."

"But you want to give me a blow job?"

"Yeah. I'm desperate too. Like I've never been before."

"But you can't."

"Yeah, see how inconvenient it is to be a woman."

"Yes, but believe me I know what you mean. The early days of training Mei were really intolerable. I just wanted to order her to get on her knees, y'know? And when I had my fingers in her ass and she was pleading with me to fuck her I nearly lost it."

"I really want you to come on my belly."

"Hmmm." He sipped his champaign.

"Or on my tits."

"Hmm." He hummed noncommittally and she couldn't tell if it was because he liked the wine or the idea of coming on her tits.

"Does your own orgasm interest you at this point? I mean at this moment?" he asked.

"Hmm?" She leaned forward, removing her foot from the coffee table and putting her elbows on her knees, wishing to god she hadn't worn a turtleneck, form fitting as it was. A nice flowery nothing of a blouse, one that would let him see her tits straining her bra, would have been perfect.

"You know..." she whipped her hair up in a ponytail, using the band he got for her earlier from around her wrist. "Coming always has an appeal. But it's not at the front of my mind. I really have this desire to get you off."

"I really like that you have that feeling, Karla."

"You deserve it and I feel like you've been trying to please us since lunch. Looking into each one of us to see what would make us happy. Each girl getting something different."

He sipped on the wine, pleased that the manager sent up Veuve Clicquot.

"That make you happy?" she asked.

"Yes. It's a passive pleasure."

"Like watching a woman masturbate?"

"Hadn't thought about it like that," he said as she stood.

"For a year now, for an hour before my shift..." she stood and unbuttoned the top silver clasp of her button fly Levi's, "... I have alternated between cardio and weight machines. Building..." the second button came free, "... the perfect body for my lover." The whole gathered red tail of her hair was blown over her shoulder. The third button came out of its hole. "Every time a guy looked at me in my tight and sexy workout pants..." another button, "... and I could feel his desire." She worked the fifth button, "I stored up that feeling, day after day," she pulled both flaps aside and the last button popped free, "and I'd make love to Philip..."

"Tim."

"Yeah, whatever... and I poured it all out on him. All that animal lust just gushed out." Her hands were on her hips inside her pants and she shimmied her knees to work the jeans down. "It was my way of channeling anonymous men's desire for me, to build him up into a superman of my own." Her jeans just above her knees, she stood looking at him, thumbs under her g-string at her hips. "After what Mei Chun did to me last night, I realized I didn't need to do that. That I was self-sufficient, sexually powerful." With a slow plunge her red panties were at her mid thigh. Her neatly trimmed mound arched from the curve of her thighs which were spread as wide as her jeans would allow. "I could take command and do what I wanted." She looked down at herself, pressed her left hand against the base of her tummy and brought her right in contact with her labia, dragging two fingers from bottom to top.

"Do you get very wet, Karla?"

She touched and brought her fingers slowly away, pulling a sticky string from her skin. "I get wet and sticky."

A shiver, imperceptible to Karla, shot down his back. He leaned deeper in his cushion and took another sip.

"That one of your favorite things?" she asked.

"Seeing the physical proof of how excited a woman is is the most direct way to put me in the zone. The one where I lose my mind and just fuck."

"I love how thick Mei Chun's is. It's like syrup," she said.

"Yeah. Does a hard cock do the same to you?"

She shrugged off the pants and panties, her half nakedness even more beautiful for the contrasting second skin of her turtleneck. "I can't say that it does. I don't know why. It did once, I'm sure. I do like to see it start small and cute then grow into a hungry monster."

"Think of going that way full time?" He had been wanting to know since she had been seeing Mei.

"Nope. I love it. I mean, really love it and with her it has become like a new world for me but, again, last night I realized I didn't need to limit myself."

Her feet were shoulders width apart, she stood to the left of the coffee table, still rubbing gently.

Philip couldn't say why but he wasn't surprised or even particularly turned on by Karla's display of wanton sexuality. As beautiful a woman as she was he didn't have an immediate urge to touch, fondle or penetrate her. He felt cool, as in calm and in control, and a bit detached. He said, "Do you feel the need for punishment?"

It was simply a question. Karla didn't sense any kind of desire in him, no lust to whip her or spank her. He seemed to be, as he had all day, seeking to find out what she wanted.

"Are you asking me what I want or what you think I need?"

"Both at the same time. They may be the same."

"You think I need to be your slave like Mei Chun?"

"Maybe. We'll see. Sit back on the couch. Wait," he said abruptly, "let me smell your fingers." That, for some reason, turned her on so powerfully that her knees shook and she gave him her hand to sniff.

When he'd gotten his fill, when the odor of her could be absorbed no longer, she moved back to the long, wood-framed patio chair. She turned, sat, and looked into his eyes then raised her left leg and set her calf on the coffee table exposing herself to him.

He kept his eyes on hers. And, disappointed he wasn't looking lower, she relaxed. With one foot on the balcony, one thigh on the coffee table, her pussy spread, cooling in the breeze but warmed by the sun, she lazily circled her clit.

At first she didn't say anything. Petting her pussy in front of him was arousing her and she thought her attempts a dirty talk might be clumsy. She could imagine nothing more horrible than awkwardly stumbling through a ham-handed cunt rub while sputtering out a ridiculous pseudo-erotic line that fell flat. So while it appeared to Philip that Karla was confidently showing him what a sexually in-control, powerful woman looks like masturbating, she did, in fact, feel vulnerable, exposed and fragile spread like this. It made her feel lewd and wonton, like a slut begging to get fucked. And, contrary to what one might expect, she liked it. She felt like her vulnerability was earning her something. And It felt oddly empowering to masturbate in front of him even if it didn't cause him to break his cool and jump her. Really it was better this way. While it would have been gratifying to see him stand, unzip his pants, fish out his cock and start stroking it over her, this way he kept the control that she found so interesting.