Miss Hong Kong's Long Night

Jacky led Stewart past several booths where people were downing shot after shot, eager to have a good time. Stewart spotted Henry sitting at the back of the club in a corner booth. Accompanying him was a Chinese man and three beautiful women that sat on either side of them. The empty champagne glasses and bottles that covered the table indicated that they were there for a while.

"STEW!" Henry shouted. The American waved in response as he approached their table. Henry patted his female companion on the thigh to give him room, she scooched over and he stood up. As he made his way to Stewart, he said, "Thanks Jacky, I'll call you guys later."

"OK." Jacky replied and disappeared into the crowd as quickly as he came.

"How have you been buddy?" Henry asked as he shook Stewart's hand. The white man was two inches taller and about 30lbs heavier.

"I've been better." Stewart grinned.

"Looks like you gained some weight." Henry joked like they were the best of friends.

"Yeah." Stewart grumbled and tried to hide his discomfort about his weight. The two men met through a mutual friend's birthday party back in the states. They had hung out a few times when Stewart was in Hong Kong and that was as far as their relationship went. They were acquaintances more than friends. During his visit last year, Stewart had mentioned to Henry that his shipments were getting delayed and sometimes even destroyed by the Chinese officials. Then six months ago, Henry offered to help find the cause of Stewart's headache and evidently, he found the answer. For some reason, Henry wouldn't tell him over the phone, which brought him to Hong Kong. Eagerly, Stewart asked, "So?"

"So, that is Raymond." Henry said, pointing to the chubby 50 something year old Chinese man wearing a polo and slacks. Henry patted Stewart on the chest and shouted to Raymond, "Stew!"

"Hi," Raymond replied with a big jolly smile on his face. He pointed to his left at the waving young woman and introduced with broken English, "Whitney, Miss Hong Kong."

"Cheers." Whitney smiled with a slight British accent, something she acquired when she studied fashion design in London England. She wore a black bodycon halter mini dress that showed off her 35D-24-35 hourglass figure. But the real attention grabber was the scooping neckline that put the top half of her tits on display.

Normally, Whitney would stand up to shake the hand of someone she just met. However, Raymond was taking advantage of the backside of her mini dress, or lack thereof as her back was bare all the way down to her tail bone. Raymond's left hand slipped between the sides of the dress's stretchy material and her smooth skin as his hands slowly slid down her ribcage. When his hand reached her hip, his fingers plucked at her g-string and slipped between the sidebands of that too!

Raymond was taking full liberties on the previously crowned winner of the Miss Hong Kong beauty pageant. He was enjoying running his hand along her creamy smooth skin, but not as much his fingers digging into the firm flesh of her ass. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that he would be able to get his grubby hands on such a fine piece of ass.

Raymond work as the Port Commissioner at the Guangdong shipping port, and as a man in such a position of power, he was approached by the triads. He routinely took bribes to make certain shipments disappear off of the shipping manifests. He had one time, jokingly asked the triads if there was anything they couldn't get their hands on. They asked him what he wanted and Raymond joked that he wanted to fuck a winner of the Miss Hong Kong pageant, preferably the voluptuous Whitney Ho.

At the time, the triads were looking for ways to forge deeper ties with the politicians and businessmen in mainland China, so they turned to Henry, who was more than happy to assist his clients. The PoleStar flourished partly because of the mutual agreement Henry had in place with all the triad groups. The PoleStar was a neutral territory and fighting or killing was forbidden at his club. This was strictly enforced not by the police, but by triads collectively. In exchange, each of the bosses received membership and access to a safe haven from their enemies. Henry may have ran a successful business, but he made a living by connecting people. And each day, more people were owning Henry favors, including the triads.

There were several Miss Hong Kong winners that frequented the PoleStar, but there was only one that Henry had leverage over, Whitney. Coincidentally, she happened to be who the triads asked for. The triads gave Henry a date for when Raymond would arrive in Hong Kong. The following week, Henry met with Whitney and her boyfriend, Steven at the club. When he handed Whitney a formal invitation to the PoleStar, he watched the blood drain from Steven's face.

The doors to show business opened up for Whitney after she won the Miss Hong Kong beauty pageant. The victory instilled a passion in Whitney for being in front of the camera. Over a short period of time, she became the most sought after face for every promotional event in Hong Kong. Soon, she became a TV host and eventually turned into an actress. During the filming of Whitney's debut, she openly bragged about how she did not have to sleep with the rich and famous like the other actresses. Her diva behavior on set did not sit well with her co-stars and she didn't receive any more parts after her debut.

Whitney's previous network took her back and she returned to hosting television shows. But greed got the best of her. She demanded a salary increase, upsetting the executives and thereby burning her last bridge. Shunned by all the networks, she still refused to make herself available for sex. Left unemployed and forgotten, Whitney frequented the PoleStar with hopes of winning the heart of a wealthy expatriate. That was how she met Steven. Although he was not her first choice, she preferred white men, he did have a stable job and he was willing to support her.

Steven worked as an alcohol marketing distributor and Lan Kwai Fong was one of the areas he distributed to. And because Steven supplied Henry's club, he had a standing invitation into the PoleStar. Steven had done pretty well for himself thanks to the contacts he made at the Henry's. Several of Steven's competitors were trying to steal his clients, some were successful but as long they didn't get the PoleStar, his little golden egg, he was alright.

Henry told Steven to drop off his girlfriend at the PoleStar tonight with explicit instructions for him not to enter the club. Steven knew why and so did Whitney, there was someone Henry wanted her to impress. Steven wasn't in a position to protest Henry's invitation, even if he did, he knew it would be futile. Either Steven followed through or he risked losing business with the PoleStar, his biggest client. Steven agreed without a second thought. There were rumors that when a woman received Henry's invitation, it was really a demand for them to drop their panties. Steven really hoped that wasn't true.

Neither of them said anything as Steven begrudgingly dropped Whitney off. She took Henry's invitation much better than her boyfriend did and she took it seriously. Crowns, trophies and sashes from beauty competitions filled her apartment and told of her past accomplishments. Unemployed for over a year, she would do anything and everything to relive the moment to remind her of what she once was.

Whitney took Henry's invitation so seriously that she even went as far as sealing the reply with a kiss and left a bright pink lipstick mark. She went to the hair salon to set her dark reddish brown hair in a side-swept style that afternoon. When she got home, she even shaved her pussy bare before she carefully applied a bit of makeup and put on a pair of silver mesh earrings. She slipped into a pair of 6 inch patent black Lady Peeps platform heels from Christian Louboutin that Steven got her last Christmas. She absolutely loved those heels and had worn them only a few times for her boyfriend when they fucked. She had never worn them outside their apartment because the heels elevated her 5'3" frame 2 inches higher than her boyfriend, which just felt awkward. Henry was important to Steven and Whitney knew she had to impress tonight or Steven might be out of a job too.

Over the last year, Whitney had learned from her diva ways and held a more realistic perspective on life now. She may have lost her career, but she was determined not to let Steven down. Still, she couldn't help but cringe at the touch of a man twice her age. Not only that, Raymond was chubby and was definitely not someone she had any desire to fuck. In fact, she found the whole idea repulsive. But everyone had to make sacrifices, even her.

Raymond felt the beauty queen cringe under his touch. He didn't care. Nor did he know how the triads managed to set him up with such a beauty, nor did he care. He didn't even care about the hottie sitting to his right. All he knew and cared about was fucking little Miss Hong Kong tonight!

"Hihi, I'm Angel." Angel introduced herself with perfect English. She had her long, waist length hair dyed like Whitney's in a reddish brown color and she wore a cobalt blue bandage mini dress. The dress's a deep "v" cut down the front squeezed her 34C tits together for an impressive amount of cleavage. Her narrow 24 inch waist made her big tits look much bigger than it was. When Angel stood up, it was apparent just how 'mini' her mini dress was. The hem of her dress only passed her ass by a few inches, even by Hong Kong's liberal standards her dress was short. But that didn't bother Angel, she didn't live by the local standards.

Angel's family moved from Hong Kong to Vancouver Canada when she was young. After graduating from university, she moved back to Hong Kong on her own. She was a pseudo-model working on becoming a real model for an agency. Tonight, she was here to dance the stress of the work week away. Angel saw how her friend Michelle didn't seem too interested in Stewart, so she motioned to swap spots with her.

"Michelle." The last girl said as she got up. Like Angel, she too was an aspiring model. Between the modeling gigs, this Hong Kong local loved music and DJ'ed for the local clubs. Every club that she DJ'ed at was always packed, what red blooded male wouldn't want to see a hot looking DJ dancing with her 33E-24-35 figure up on stage. Michelle loved the club atmosphere but she loved dancing far too much to not be in the crowds.

This summer is the first time Angel came back to Hong Kong since going to Canada. Both Angel and Michelle had been going to a variety of clubs all over Hong Kong in the last month, but poor Angel had been striking out on her elusive white knight. Michelle didn't care for fucking white guys like her friend did, nor did she want to catch such a serious case of white fever. Who knew it was so much work to just to get laid? Michelle had taken a month off of work to hang out with Angel and if Angel wanted to hit club after club, Michelle was more than happy to oblige.

Michelle had dyed her hair dark auburn and styled it in loose waves, letting her hair fall down to her shoulder blades. Not one to miss out on the action, she wore a light pink sequin halter mini dress. It was more like a miniskirt with two wide bands that tapered upwards in the front around the neck. The vertical bands left more than half of her 33E tits exposed and the 'V' shaped neckline plunged down past her navel, showing off her crystal bunny belly ring.

Michelle dressed sexy when she DJ'ed and she dressed even sexier when she danced. She was the tallest girl of the three at 5'6". Her dress was just as short as what Angel and Whitney had worn, but hers offered a lot more skin on her longer legs. Michelle finished off the outfit with a pair of So Kate heels from Christian Louboutin. The 5 inch heels in shocking pink matched her outfit perfectly.

Stewart stared as Angel shimmied past Michelle. His eyes were following her as she sat down and crossed her legs, making the hem of her dress ride up almost to her ass cheeks and showed off her creamy white thighs.

Angel noticed Stewart's stare and it made her smile on the inside. She bought the expensive pair of Lady Peep heels from Christian Louboutin at the suggestion of her friends. The shoes were expensive, but the looks she received made it totally worth it. The a pair of patent black, platform heels had a jaw-dropping height of 6 inches that elevated Angel's 5'4" frame to a height where most local Hong Kong men deemed her unapproachable.

Most Chinese men stared and drooled from a distance. At 2 inches taller than the average man's height in Hong Kong, only the tall men would dare to approach Angel. That usually meant men who were either expatriates or foreigners, exactly the type of men Angel wanted to attract. Yet she was striking out for almost an entire month.

Angel never thought that she would miss getting fucked by a white man, nor did she ever imagine that she had to put in so much work to stand out above the hordes of Asian sluts trying to seduce a white guy in Hong Kong. But the competition here was fierce. White guys were rare, even in Hong Kong. Even rarer were white men that weren't already being hit on by an Asian woman. Angel was so desperate now, she didn't care about Stewart's pudgy body as long as he was white and had a big white cock to match.

Henry sat down between Michelle and Angel. He motioned for Stewart to take a seat at the end next to Angel.

"Nice to meet you all." Stewart replied sitting down. Leaning forward and nodding his head to Henry, "Did you find out what happened?"

"Yes, but tonight is not a good time to talk." Henry said leaning forward to talk over Angel. He pointed at Raymond and said, "He's obviously got his mind on something else, you know what I mean? Tonight, we drink!"

"The fuck does this have to do with HIM!?" Stewart asked angrily. He was tired from the flight, the lack of sleep and he missed Jenny dearly. He was so close to finally knowing the reason for the delay of his shipments, yet so far, "I FUCKING flew across the Pacific ocean because you didn't want to tell me over the FUCKING phone!! And NOW, you're telling me you DON'T want to talk because HE'S trying to get LAID???"

"Hey, hey, hey, here, drink some champagne!" Angel cooed, trying to change the topic. She quickly grabbed a champagne glass and she brought it to Stewart's lips with one hand while her right hand cupped his chin to prevent any from spilling onto his white shirt. Tilting the glass and forcing Stewart to drink, she cooed, "There, that's a good boy, that's it. Let's put out that fire."

Stewart welcomed the cool and crisp champagne into his mouth as Angel made him finish the glass. Before he had a chance to say anything, she brought a second glass to his lips.

"How about we focus on something positive," Angel cooed as Stewart was downing the second glass, "for example, how about we celebrate our new friendship?"

Stewart held up his hand as a sign of caving in, but Angel was going to have none of it. She grabbed the last glass from the table and put it in Stewart's hand, then she said, "And this one is for coming late to the party."

In less than a minute of sitting down, Stewart had downed two glasses of champagne and was about to down the third. Too busy drinking, he almost forgot why he was so angry in the first place. But what was the point? He was here now and he would finally get to the bottom of why his shipments were getting delayed. Henry would tell him what the issue was, he would fix it and be back in the states in no time. That alone was cause for celebration.

"Alright," Stewart smiled, obviously in a better mood thanks to Angel, "if I didn't know any better, I'd think you're trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me."

"Maybe I am." Angel smiled sweetly, "But you're still going to have to finish this last glass."

"And what about you?" Stewart asked as he held the tall glass to his lips.

A man in a suit, whom Stewart presumed to be the manager of the club appeared with two hostesses behind him. The manager was young and sharp looking, the gold nametag pinned on his chest told Stewart that his name was Leo. He looked to be about nearing his thirties but Stewart couldn't be sure. Asians tend to look a lot younger than their age.

The hostesses wore matching turquoise cocktail gowns with a sweetheart neckline that showed the top half of their breasts. The women set down two trays of vodka shots and bent over to clear the short tables of the empty champagne glasses and offered a good view of their cleavages.

Henry couldn't help but smile as he noticed his male companions fixate on his hostesses. He had painstakingly selected and hired each hostess based on their looks. It was hard task because those that were hot were typically models whom have received their membership. He had literally hired the best local talent available and even then, he had to hire from neighboring countries such as Japan and Korea to have an adequate amount of hostesses.

The startup cost of the club was huge, but it paid off in the end because when the men struck out, they paid for a hostess to drink with them for the evening. The prices for each hostess varied based on her popularity. There were rumors that PoleStar was a front for a brothel, but whatever happened afterwards outside the club was not Henry's concern. The hostesses could do whatever they wanted off company time. He couldn't help it if two people wanted to fuck, and who was he to govern his employee's personal life?

PoleStar's hostesses were undeniably hotter than the other clubs. Henry paid them well to ensure that he had the best working for him. The two that were setting down the shots are a testament to that. Laura used to be a Japanese porn star and the other, whom Henry couldn't remember the name of, was an up and coming Korean pop star that fizzled out. They finished setting down the glasses and Korean one asked in broken English, "Will there be anything else?"

Henry shook his head, Laura and the other hostess bowed before they turned around and left.

"Please enjoy." Leo smiled.

Stewart was about to grab a shot for Angel when Raymond said something in Chinese. Stewart paused and saw Raymond say something to Henry.

"LEO! Makers Mark...PoleStar Special" Henry shouted.

Leo gave his boss a thumbs up as he walked away and disappeared into the crowd with the two hostesses.

"See that? One's Japanese, the other is Korean." Henry asked, shaking his finger at the hostesses, "They're so FUCKING polite and I LOVE it."

"It's their culture." Whitney said, reaching forward for the shots. It was going to be a long night and if she was going to survive getting fucked by Raymond, she was going to need a lot more alcohol. Being the furthest away from the table, Whitney had to get up slightly from her seat and reach over Raymond to get the shots.

Raymond took this opportunity to pull Whitney onto his lap. He nonchalantly squeezed her left ass cheek and gave it a hard slap. Then he nodded to Whitney for the shots.

Whitney could feel Raymond's hard-on jabbing up at her as she reached for the shots again. Miss Hong Kong or not, she needed to try her best to get Raymond wasted. That was the plan she and Steven had formulated, to get Raymond drunk enough so that he would pass out and she could pretend that they fucked. Their plan was not without its risks though, Whitney tend to get pretty horny when she was drunk, but it was a risk that they had to accept.

Grabbing two shots, Whitney quickly downed the first and wedged the second between her tits. She turned her body to the side, now sitting across Raymond's lap and facing Henry, she grabbed Raymond's head and pulled him into her tits. Raymond's lips latched around the shot glass, then he plucked it out from her cleavage and tilted his head to put back the shot. The empty glass fell from his lips and landed in Whitney's hand. Whitney put the empty glass on the table and grabbed another shot.