Charlotte Finds A New Employment : Ch.4 : Getting To Know The Foreign Men - Section 2
Charlotte‘s heart was beating hard and fast with the excitement of anticipation. She had seen what the younger brunette stripper had been getting up to and she found herself wanting to engage one at least or some of the clients before the younger woman took them all. She felt the ticking of a clock now as the evening was progressing.
Looking off the dancefloor she spotted Veronica taking things a stage further with her client. The stroking of her client’s cock had developed into sucking as Veronica’s very succulent lips took his inflated cock into her mouth. She sucked it like a tasty piece of fruit to be savoured, raising her head off it to lick it gently all over in turn.
Charlotte felt jealous of her colleague, and determined to facilitate her own client’s desire for her. She felt she could barely wait to begin to satisfy her sexual needs and desires, which had been so long repressed. Here the gradual reopening of the magic box of sexual possibilities was happening all around her, and it was turning her into a sexual explorer once again, but more desperate and besotted by the idea of sexual adventure than ever before. It was the perfect release from her life of hard work and financial desperation, of hum drum greyness. The money mattered, of course it did. She needed it, her family needed it, including her husband. But right now, the mood was stronger than anything money could inspire and she had no desire to hold back from the adventure of it.
Her client held her close as they danced, touching her hips and guiding her in the small of her back. She had held onto him politely, but now he asked, “May I kiss you Charlotte.” Strictly they did not have to kiss, to reduce the risk of spreading germs, but she felt the need, although not too far into the mouth. She had not kissed for a long time, except the polite rushed kisses with her husband. She nodded,” Of course. Kiss me, please.”
That was the kind of enthusiasm these foreign businessmen would pay happily for. Hungrily he kissed her full on the lips, clutching her closer to him. She liked the feel of the male body, warm and hot before her. Mischievously she felt his chest, through his shirt, and felt behind him to his backside. She opened her mouth and gently chewed his lips, welcoming him into her mouth. She could sense he was surprised by her eagerness, but he returned it, displaying his fine regard for the beauty of these English women, and this one in particular.
He loved her strange blonde hair, which made her so elegant and had made such women so unreachable in the past, so distant from China, where women were still in short supply due to the family tradition of preferring male inheritors, and the government policies of limiting population growth. There were far more available women here in the west, than back home. He wished he’d realised that sooner in life. If so he would have come here years ago, but he was here now and he was going to make the most of it. He did have a lovely wife back home now, since he had become prosperous, but he saw no reason why he should not indulge himself in the beauty of these European women while he was here. Legend had always had it that they were mad for sex, and it seemed true. This one Charlotte was very lovely, and her enthusiasm made her all the more perfect. He knew he was going to enjoy this.
The Chinese man was eager, as he had shown by his enjoyment of the strippers, but he was polite, not forceful. Despite their dominance of the world economy now they were not despising towards the downtrodden western women. They treated them with respect and politeness despite the role reversals of recent decades. The memory of the greatness of the European Empires and the United States dominance was still in their minds. Like the millions of Chinese and Far Eastern tourists to the west in earlier times they had admired western things, our City of London and its sights, the Kings and Queens and Presidents of the West. Charlotte found she could guide him as she wished although he expected to receive his dues.
He was all over her now on the dancefloor, as were most of the other Chinese men with her friends and colleagues. She caught sight of Sharon, who winked at her as the Chinese man she was with had begun to peel off her clothing again while they danced. Plainly she was enjoying herself. Having been naked already she had no qualms about losing her clothes again on this very public dancefloor. The other Chinese gentleman who had enjoyed the first dance with her was still hovering nearby, waiting for his second turn, but the man who was now peeling off her clothes must have noticed, because he gestured to the first man to join him in undressing her and to come close and share her. Charlotte had not imagined that this would be a very Chinese way to behave. Perhaps the example of the young dark haired stripper was being followed here. Of course the Far eastern males liked their pornography as much as the western males had before them. Their minds had become fertile for kinky activities. Sharon looked quite happy to receive the attention of two men at once. Aside from the excitement of it she would earn double the money at the same time. Charlotte mused about whether they would go upstairs to a room or would their sharing of her friend take place here in public. As Sharon was nearly naked already she doubted they would take her anywhere else, but the idea of her colleagues actually engaging in real sexual activities in this communal room seemed quite extreme to her, although she felt the excitement of what Sharon appeared to be doing.
Their friend Veronica was already engaged in very blatant sexual activity as she ministered to her Chinese man’s cock, behind a table, while he sat on a chair. Now Veronica was almost naked, as the man had been stripping her clothes one by one as she sucked him artfully. Her lovely shaped slim body was on perfect show for Chinese admirers to see.
“Do you wish to go to a room now?” she asked her Chinese man, “or would you rather stay here?” She still imagined it might inhibit her if he tried to have sex with her here, but he was the boss in this situation. He was paying and it must be his decision.
“I like to go to room now Charlotte. I look forward to this. We come back here later when we are done.” There it was, he had decided and she was relieved.
As they left the room arm in arm, her Chinaman feeling her bottom through her dress as they went, she saw Veronica turned as she came off her man’s cock. Leaning forward and holding on to the table in front of her she presented her shapely backside to her man, who stood up from the chair and promptly buried his huge cock into her from behind, quickly fucking her in his excitement, too wound up to worry about the other dancers and colleagues who might see them.
“How long is it since you have been fucked?” asked the Chinaman shyly, “A long time,” she admitted, “but I do have a husband!”
“And you have not done it with him,” said the Chinaman shyly, “For a long time? I do not like to pry, but seeing as we are intimate….,” he explained. “I feel I can ask. You do not have to answer.”
“No it’s alright. You don’t know my husband so it’s not embarrassing anyone. I think it has been a few months. Doesn’t seem long, but we’re so busy just trying to live that we don’t get much time together.”
“That’s a shame. A woman as lovely as you should be made to feel beautiful and looked after every night. You are wasted on your husband.”
“No I am not wasted on him,” she explained. “We do love each other. It is circumstances which have led us to this. The economy is in such a mess! There just isn’t any paying work. We work all the time, but we don’t earn enough from it. So we’re always worried and desperate, working how we can keep enough food on the table. He’s been working hard recently. There’s a new factory opened up, producing cheap orders for your part of the world. He says he has to work hard because he’s lucky to have the job. If he doesn’t keep at it he’ll lose that job and life for us will get much worse again. The trouble is they want him up there first thing in the morning, and when he gets home at six he’s good for nothing, but something to eat and soon to bed. He’s too tired for sex, and so am I half the time.”
The Chinaman was quiet. He looked as if he was searching for something to say. After all it was not his main language. She wondered if she had said too much. Belatedly she realised it was Far Eastern companies that ran any factories that now existed in this area. The factory her husband now worked at was Chinese owned, she remembered. Some of the businessmen here might well be the bosses and managers of her husband’s plant.
“It must be hard,” said the Chinaman. “I am sure in time your country will become prosperous again, like it used to be, with our investment. But unfortunately our businesses cannot afford to be too generous.”
She was reminded that things had once been the other way round. Britain and the West had once been prosperous and the Far East and other areas of the world had been the cheaper labour.