From Jenny to Mei Ch. 25

Mei playfully touched her finger to their plate getting it wet with a bit of maple syrup and touched it to her nipple. "C'mere and show me."

Philip started growing firm as he watched Ai dip slightly, scoop a breast in one hand and lean in to suck her nipple. His cock ached as it stiffened and thought it might be wise to take a day's abstinence. Then he felt guilty for being selfish and figured he'd live with the pain.

After licking her nipple clean she moved around the stool, cupped Mei's breasts in her hands to show them. "Now, aren't these perfect tits, Philip?" She bounced them up and down and squeezed, forcing them to bulge forward and point at him. He saw her pink nails pressing into Mei's flawless breast flesh, making small imprints.

"As perfect as yours are, Ai," he said, watching her fingers roll Mei's nipples. "Stop or you'll get me going."

"Got more of that syrup, Mei?"

"No baby, I've got to rest up," he said. "I've been fucked more in the past week than in the last two years."

"You sure, master?" Mei said with a wink in her voice. "Can't we tempt you into a nice tag team? Bend us over these stools and just switch back and forth for a half hour?"

It was indeed tempting. The vision of both of them bent over, their asses in the air, their cunts at the perfect height and greedy, lustful eyes looking back and up at him was nearly irresistible.

"Nope, saving it up for tonight. I've got something planned. What's up with Markéta? All this talk about French toast has got me thinking about her."

It had jogged Mei's memory too and she recalled a puzzling text she'd gotten saying she would probably be in France longer than expected. "She was supposed to be here in a week but that might be delayed by some new adventure she said she was in the middle of. Want me to FaceTime her and see what's going on?"

"Sure, wanna go see her?" Philip asked casually.

"No!? Really?!"

"Sure, you can just pop in and tell her you're in town. Ai... wanna go to Paris?"

Ai thought for a second, "I got a midterm in a week. But yeah, I could take a week off probably; I'd have to talk to the professor. But only if you go."

"How 'bout Karla?" He looked at Mei, "Wanna take her?"

"Oh my god. How much fun would that be? The four of us in Paris!"

They all thought about Tim for a moment but no one mentioned his name.

"Well, get your passports and let's leave it open. Perhaps you could go over first Mei and set things up? Spend a few days with her and maybe find a few things for us to do while you're there. Then Ai and I will meet you over there and Karla can come if Tim doesn't mind."

"What about work?"

"How was the temp?"

"They said she was great... better at my job than I was."

"Ok... see if that'll work. You've got vacation time coming, right?"

"About ten days or so. Maybe I can get more. I told her about a memorial service for my fictitious uncle. Anyway, I mean, it's not like I'm essential."

"Dr. K will miss you," Philip said with a grin.

A kitchen towel hit his face. "Not yet... " she smirked.

"Ok... Don't tell me more."

Ai noticed the tinge of pain in his voice and felt her love for him swell. She hoped that Mei Chun knew how painful it was for him. But rather than give any indication, Mei said, "God, Philip. Really? You want to take us to Paris. You're not just kidding, right?"

"Nope. It'll be nice. Anyway, I want to spoil you two a bit."

"No private jet, ok? I mean just a regular flight, right? I don't want money going for something like that."

"Either way. Don't tell Karla, not yet. Oh, Ai, I need your help with something. You busy today?"

"I was going to spend this morning in the shop on the prototype, then some studying. Do we need to go somewhere? I'll study in the car if I can sit in the back seat."

"If you don't mind. Some errands and stuff."

"Love to."

Breakfast broke up and Mei showered, alone, and got ready for work. With a pair of kisses she trotted down the stairs to the waiting cab, a hand on the ruby at her neck so it wouldn't flop around.

~~~~~

"So we need to find a place for Tim and I thought you might help with that and," he handed her his phone, "help him get an appointment with Ms. Tatiana here."

"Oh yeah... I know about her. She's got great reviews. Fake tits, think he'll mind?"

"Nah, doesn't seem to. Anyway, can you make a call and introduce him... see if your vouching for him will be enough. Tell her it will be a regular once a week thing, say, I don't know... what's a good duration for those visits."

"The girls like a two hour gig because the sex is over in forty minutes or so and the rest of the time is just giving him a massage and acting sexy. Really, the best value is forty-five minutes if she doesn't have an hour minimum. But some guys like the feeling of just hanging out, you know, and chatting about their wives or family."

"Guys talk about their wives?"

"Yeah, or show you pictures of their kids and stuff. They really want to make a connection... which I think is really sweet. It used to be my favorite part."

He shouldn't have asked.

"When you wanna go?" she asked as she closed the dishwasher door.

"Let's go now; I'll make a couple of calls in the car. I have to meet Karla at one at the lawyers and do the bank thing again. You sure you want to tag along?"

"Sure... I like being with you, Philip. Ain't you figured that out yet?"

In the car he called the Paramount, a high rise apartment building in SoMa and she sent a quick email. Five minutes later she called Tatiana from her cell phone, Philip listening with interest to her side of the conversation.

"Hi, Tatiana. My name's Sandy and I'm calling to give a reference... Yeah, you got my email? I wanted you to know I was going to call... Yeah, I know it's unusual, but I wanted to contact you about a personal friend of mine... Yeah. Oh my ID is six-five-two-five-four. Yeah... sure go ahead but my phone number is different, ok. This isn't my work phone. But check the email."

She put her palm over the phone and said to Philip, "She's checking my profile on the review site to check me out." Then returned to the call, "Yeah, honey, I'm here. Ok, well, his name is Tim." She covered the mouthpiece again, "What's his last name."

"Jovanovich. Does she need that?"

"Not usually, but don't worry - You're going to shred that right? Ok. So Tim is a friend we're trying to find a steady for... yeah... probably once a week, evenings I guess. Yeah, a bit unusual... A two hour I would think but I'll leave that up to him... Right... yeah, we know your rates. Shouldn't be a problem. But he's a special one, ok, so I want you to pull out all the stops for him... What's that...? Oh you're sweet. No I don't have that many, only about two dozen I guess but... yeah, well, my ratings are high because there were so few I suppose... No, I'm retired... yeah... found a steady that's just too good to believe." She winked at him. "Anyway, I read yours and guys just can't say enough... What's that? Yeah, well you're kind of a legend you know. I know... well sure. That would be great but I've got to get that cleared with him... I'd love to. Sure... Ok..." Ai was nodding her head and smiling, "Well, do you need any more? He's new so no references as such... You're sweet. Great, he'll be so excited. Ok... expect an email from him and I'll make sure he copies me in the email. Ok... sure... wow, you are so nice Tatiana. Super... see you."

"Wow, you guys have a whole network don't you?"

"Have to. You can't just take anyone off the street you know. Safety first."

"What was that all about?"

"Well, she had to look me up and make sure I was a provider."

"A what?"

"A provider of personal services, if you will."

"Right."

"So she looked up my reviews with my number and..."

"Number?"

"Yeah, each one of us has a profile on a website that gives reviews... it's kind of a catalog, y'know? Anyway, she saw my score and she was kind of jealous, I guess, that mine were higher than hers but she's going to see him. He's just got to email her and have the cash and that's that."

"Cash... yeah... I got to get him an ATM card as well. This is getting to be a lot of trouble."

"I know ... you're so sweet to do all this for Mei."

"I hope it's worth it."

"She is way beautiful," she said with a tempting voice, almost like his conscience talking, or his lust.

"She's expensive."

Ai knew he was talking about the pain he felt about her with Dr. K and not the money.

"Love isn't cheap. Sometimes it costs our soul."

He looked at her. "But not you?"

She laughed a bit, as though she knew something he didn't.

"What?" he asked, chuckling in response.

"You've got no idea how expensive I am."

"Gonna steal my soul are you, Ai?"

"I've already got it in my front pocket, baby. You are so mine."

He liked hearing her confidence and then reflected that it wasn't just simple run-of-the-mill confidence; Ai had conviction about their future. Where she got that certainty puzzled him, until he realized it must be part of 'stage three.'

"So what was the personal part, where you started blushing?" he asked.

"Oh, she said she wanted to do a double with me sometime."

"You told her you were retired."

"Yeah, she meant on the side. She's famous for that."

"Like the two of you, just for fun with some friend or something?"

"Yeah, working girls have a private life too," she said a little defensively.

"Tempting?"

"Nah, she's not my type, and anyway, that's all in the past. Unless you want to?" She looked at him for a reaction and saw him shake his head. "But it was flattering."

~~~~~

The apartment was nice. Ai loved it but Philip couldn't decide on the studio or the two bedroom.

"What would he do with a second bedroom?"

"Yeah... good point, but I thought maybe there would be a penthouse or something. I kinda want it to be more... you know... more class."

He took out his phone and made a call. "Mitch, hi. Philip Conners here. Good, thanks. Hey, do you know of any penthouses downtown?... Yeah, available and in SoMa or 'round the bay?... No, not for me... No, I'm not moving... It's kinda for a friend... Yeah... Yeah... Right. Super. Do you think they can show it this morning? ... Well, we can stop by in forty minutes. Sorry, Mitch... That would be great."

They took their time thanking the guy that showed them the Paramount apartments and headed toward the bay.

"I think that place was fine. I mean, he's not going to move in," she said, getting a textbook out of her backpack.

"Yeah, but it's the statement. I want him to know we're all doing our best. Especially if we're going to take her to Paris. Anyway, if it falls through I wouldn't mind a place to run away to while you girls have the inevitable fights."

She opened it to a bookmark. "That's not going to happen. Mei wouldn't stand for it."

"Well, somewhere I can take you and spend a weekend getting away from it all."

"That hotel is nice... that would do. A massage every other hour and a soak in the hot tub."

"Hot tub... good idea."

~~~~~

The place Mitch, one of Philip's partners in the trust, had mentioned was on the top floor of a thirteen story building built in the fifties. He opened the door using a key in the lockbox, glad no real estate agent would be there to try and sway him.

The space was empty save for counters and appliances. It felt right to Philip. The walls were done in a matte ebony wood with vertical grooving. It was a style that he'd never seen before but instantly felt sophisticated. The floor was of the same material, maybe mahogany, but glossy and, he thought, sexy somehow.

The apartment was expansive with twelve foot ceilings and appeared to have been recently remodeled. It felt very masculine with dramatic open spaces, sharp corners and recessed spotlights to highlight artwork that was no longer there.

"Wow, this place reeks of testosterone," Ai observed. "I get horny just looking at the walls."

"Nice, huh?"

"Love it! It looks like a movie set. Oh my god... look at that view!" She had stepped out on the balcony. "The bay is right there. Look at the bridge!"

He stood behind her and looked over the bay, got out his phone and put his free hand on her shoulder while she let the view impress her. "Mitch. Yeah... No, I like it. What's the asking? Hmmm." More than he wanted to spend. "Can he bring it down a couple hundred or so?... Right... Well don't tell him who wants it but see what you can do. Between you and me it's a fair price but I don't feel like paying that much... Yeah... No, right away... No bullshit... I'll sign this evening if he'll go for it... Great. Hey, sorry I didn't ask before, got some things going on. How's Mary and the boy? Yeah? Kids do that I understand... Right... Well, give her my love... Right, hey, thanks."

"You're going to rent it?"

"Going to buy it. When you said it made you horny that's all I needed to hear."

"Wow. Remind me not to tell you I like something."

"Ai, I'd buy you anything."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

They talked about interior design and loitered around the place till nearly one when they locked up and waited for the elevator.

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At eleven Mei was helping an Hispanic woman fill out her form. Recently she had taken to spending a lot of time in the waiting area answering questions and assisting patients during high traffic periods.

"That's for your social security number," she said to the mystified woman. "You can leave it blank."

Her phone made the incoming FaceTime sound and she saw that it was Markéta calling. She excused herself, hit 'Accept' and walked out the front door.

"Hey, Markéta. So good to see you! I was beginning to worry."

"I know, I am such a lousy friend." Markéta, squelching her lingering fears, was determined to keep cool and make the conversation light and fun. "I've stumbled into something that's taking a lot of my time and I've been a total chienne. Forgive me?"

"Of course. What's a chienne?"

"Bitch, basically."

Markéta feared that Mei Chun didn't share the intensity of her feelings, feelings that she as yet didn't completely understand. Mei Chun 'liked' her at one level, their very frequent texts and video chats made that clear enough, but she needed to know at which level. Only when she knew the depth of her feelings could the implications be inferred and reasonable expectations settled upon. It was the not knowing that was so troubling, for without knowing how could she reply appropriately to ensure that she matched Mei Chun's desires? If the girl only wanted a lesbian fling when she was on the West Coast; she could accommodate, it wasn't what she wanted but maturity meant accepting limitations on desire. If she wanted to spend her man's money on monthly trips to Europe for romantic, sex filled jaunts at the lovely little hideaways that peppered the countryside, then that would be even better. Markéta wanted to be accommodating.

Also, what troubled her was that nothing like this had ever happened to her before. She had certainly felt intense desire for the male lovers in her life but to have a heart fluttering at the sound of this young American woman's voice was new; exciting, yes, but unsettling.

Also, it angered her to think she was acting like a fool. She had observed unrequited desire from the other side of the see-through mirror. Even though it was better, she didn't enjoy the view; it wasn't pleasant to be desired without having reciprocal feelings and it was doubly disturbing to feel that she might be more interested in this young Asian girl than vice versa.

She didn't like feeling vulnerable like this; she wasn't used to it. Markéta was a desirable woman who'd been turning heads since she was fourteen. There was an element of pride involved and that pride asked herself the question; was it in her nature to allow herself to be anyone's second choice? Having played the mistress often enough one would have thought she'd grown accustomed to it. Except that Markèta had never been anyone's number two. In fact, it was she who insisted that at least two lovers banish the preposterous idea that they might leave their wives. She had respect for marriage, honored in the breach as it were, and knew that men were comically shortsighted about such things. How they could let themselves be guided by their libido was beyond her. And yet, was she not being led the same way now?

'How age changes everything,' she thought with sigh.

This preoccupation with the young Asian woman was becoming an annoyance, one that, if she wasn't careful reigning in her emotions, she could see turning into heartbreak. To further agonize her, she wondered how in the hell this was happening so fast. Yet it was her responsibility to accept. It wasn't Mei's fault that her initial interest in the curiously bold young woman had grown to distraction, if not quite obsession.

But the fear remained. If she desired her out of proportion, if she were wrong... well, that was why she must hide her feelings. It would not do to let Mei Chun know that her last thought at night was often a review of their car ride from the mall. Of how she luxuriated in the memory of Mei Chun's delicate hand clasping her wrists over her head while her slim fingers stuffed her creaming pussy.

She had struggled with all of these thoughts for the half hour leading up to her call and now she sought to forget her fears and instead listen to Mei Chun.

"Nah. You're busy but we were just talking about you at breakfast."

"Tell me. My ears are on fire."

With impish excitement she told her the news, "Philip suggested a trip to Paris to see you!"

Markéta's heart leapt. She didn't want it to have done, but it had. The shock of excitement that flushed her face made her feel more like a fool.

"Oh my, Philip is that good to you, darling?"

"You wouldn't believe it. I told him no jet, we'd take commercial flights."

"But you will bring him too?" she asked, hoping that her disappointment wouldn't show if the answer was yes.

"Oh yes, and Ai, my little sis."

"Your sister? I..."

"Oh no. Not my real sister. His other girlfriend. But we're like sisters. You'll love her. Anyway, the plan is that I'll come a few days early..."

"Wonderful..." 'Thank God!' she thought, 'at least a few days alone together.'

"... and get things set for them."

"You must stay in my hotel."

"Well, Philip likes the Mandarin here in San Francisco, but I'll tell him not to book until they arrive."

"Yes, that's where I stay in San Fran."

"Yeah, he's got a suite for a month for Karla and..."

"Who is Karla, honey?"

"Oh, she's... don't you remember?"

"Um, no?" she said in a tone that indicated she was searching her mind.

"You know... the girl I was telling you about. My first girl." She continued when heard Markèta thinking. "The girl in the gym, the massage therapist..."

"Oh. Red hair, yes?"

"Yes, that's the one. I'll send a photo. So she's there just for a month so she can work things out with Tim, her boyfriend, before she joins us with Philip."

Markéta was understandably confused. "This California story is getting complex, Mei Chun."

"I know. I'm sorry. You mean a lot to me Markéta, even though we've just met once. I just feel a kinda... a... " Mei paused for more than a moment while she looked away from the screen. "It's just that... (sigh)... I feel like you are someone important... now... in my life," she returned her eyes to her phone "... and even though I'm a bit embarrassed to say... I have these... these feelings. You know? I don't want this to sound weird but... I mean, I've been looking forward so much to our chats and I, like, spend five minutes on each line I text you and take, like, forty photos before I send you the best one. I just want to see you and start up where we left off and really get to know one another."