So naturally I faked it. "Elaine! Sure, how are you?"
Her English was terrible, but it became clear that she wanted to meet me that
night. And who was I to say 'no'?
I transferred the phone to my coworker who gave her the address of our building
in Chinese and then I spent about 7 minutes trying to tell her to meet me at 6
p.m. The message eventually stuck after I counted patiently,
"1...2...3...4...5...6!"
Then I went to the smoking lounge to confer with another foreign 'barbarian'
coworker Jeff, from Australia.
"Elaine? That's an unusual name for a Sheila here," he mused sagely. "Sure you
don't know her? Well, I've had that happen. Sometimes I've never met them.
They've gotten my name and number from someone else."
"It's kind of a problem," I said. "I have no clue as to who she is."
"Yeah, mate, but what a problem to have," replied Jeff. "I wager you didn't
have that problem in the States. I know I didn't in Australia."
He had a good point.
I went back to my apartment to change, all the while wondering who the hell
Elaine was. When I returned, I found all the elevators except two blocked off
due to a "VIP" in the building, but managed to get up to the 37th floor in
time.
Just in time to find a young Chinese woman in the entry way to our offices who
appeared to be auditioning for a part as Lucy Liu's trailer trash half-sister.
She was wearing what could only be described as bondage wear-Lite. A tight
long-sleeved black T-shirt that was artfully ripped in the sleeves, upper chest
and midriff areas and skin-tight faux leather pants dripping with torso chains
and crisscrossed with zippers. Stilleto heel black leather boots complimented
the tasteful ensemble.
It definitely stood out from the usual office wear and even more so when
several conservatively clad female coworkers, the paper's two top editors and
the mayor of Shenzhen (the "VIP") also emerged into the foyer.
"Jus-ah-tan!" cried the budding S&M starlet at just that moment. She was
obvilious to the stares of my coworkers, bosses and mayor.
"Ah, uh...yes. Elaine. Elaine, good to see you. Again."
I had no absolutely no memory of her. But maybe five bars ago, who knows? A dim
memory of chatting briefly with someone who might've been her - minus the
bondage wear - emerged, but it was very foggy.
We piled on to the elevator along with coworkers and the mayor and his
entourage and I studiously gazed at the ceiling as Elaine gripped my arm and
smiled beatifically up at me, batting long lashes that were highlighted with
blue sparkle eyeshadow.
I finally was able to gently pry myself away from her hold and was very
relieved that the rest of the group split in another direction when we exited
the building.
I took her to dinner where she ordered because I can't read the menus here. The
last time I'd been at this restaurant, the woman I'd been with had ordered four
courses that came to about $8 and the beer had been on the house.
Elaine, though, had different tastes. Three seafood courses that ran to $16
and, inexplicably, the beer wasn't free this time.
My previous companion had also been a virginal translator with a Lord &
Taylor-type skirt, blouse and sweater and we'd drawn no real notice from other
patrons. This time, with a dinner partner whose midriff chains audibly jingled
with every sharp click of her 5-inch stilleto heels, we had some very curious
fellow diners.
Back at my apartment it became clear that her immediate priorities, in
descending order, were:
First: Watching a Chinese TV biopic on the late Madame Chang Kai Shek or "Song
Mei Ling" as she is known in China.
Second: Yes, sex. She was enthusiastic, though obviously more happy receiving
than giving. A major screamer, too. At one point with her thighs locked so
tightly around my head and ears I could barely hear the thumping and muffled
yells of a neighbor pounding the walls during one of her gibbering arias.
Whether he was telling her to keep it down or encouraging her, I'll never know
though I suspect the former.
Third: A major committment by me. No coincidence methinks that she's zeroed in
on me, an American, and that she also mentioned several times that she has a
sister in Washington whom she's dying to join. Whether DC or state, I wasn't
able to ascertain.
"I love you, Jus-uh-tan," she sighed, as she stepped back into her bondage
pants and rearranged the chains. "You love me?"
Sure, baby. I love you long time. Just don't spank me with your pants.
Copyright 2006, Justin Davis and Asian Sex Gazette. Justin Davis is an occasional
contributor to Asian Sex Gazette and writes widely as an experienced journalist
for various publications in East Asia.
