Chapter 9

I had to put the brakes on arranging my sexfight between the Filipina and Korean to determine my first P.A. as I had discovered an old 5 ¼ floppy jammed behind the drawer of the Dr Martin’s desk I had acquired. The disc had physical damage and the data was corrupted, but it became a non-put-down challenge for me. Eventually, using sophisticated data retrieval programs that I had Monash University purchase, I teased out most of the Wordstar document and using current day AI was able to flesh out uncompleted words and sentences.

It was a goldmine. It was the Dr.’s record of his first overseas trip on behalf of Monash University and the government. It gave an insight into my hero and the man I had modelled my department on when he was a newcomer at running his department. One who was unsure of how far to go, and what sexual methods to employ as he learnt on the job. But make no mistake. The corrupt, manipulative, Asian-sex-loving, self-centred opportunist and sociopath was developing before our eyes. As always, he tells the truth about his behaviour glossing over nothing including his inadequacies, almost revelling in his actions. His story follows.

Wen Chi Teng stepped off the plane in her short, neatly pressed navy-blue pencil skirt, blazer, crisp white blouse and black high heels. Despite it being Taiwan I had her dress in that Japanese office lady style to add a bit of an official look to my arrival. Soon the February humidity of 85% in Taipei had her professional, business-look clothing clinging to her body, revealing the 25-year-old’s petite body shape. She had been born and raised in Taipei, but her tertiary study years had been spent in the cooler, environment of the Melbourne tertiary education system.

At Monash University she had needed top marks and I provided those, but at a cost as readers will know. Now, she was one of my 25 all-Asian female staff and my temporary Personal Assistant for the trip to Taiwan. This was a role she accepted with a sense of pride that bordered on excitement at the salary, plus a fair amount of self-loathing for how she had sold her soul and body to me to obtain this position.

I, on the other hand, looked like a fish out of water as I navigated the crowded terminal. This was my first overseas trip and my eyes took in the hustle and bustle so different to Melbourne and the unfamiliar sound of shouted Mandarin and local Hokkien dialect that filled my ears. It was true I had studied Asian cultures, was now Head of Asian Studies at Monash University and advised governments on their policies, but as you know my position had been gained by blackmail and my qualifications were fraudulent.

Yet, I was ready in my own way. I was ready to do anything to make it happen. The deal with the Taiwanese government would be my golden ticket. It would be overseas success on my first try and would cement my position at Monash University as I filled its coffers with overseas paying students and gave the Government something to boast about: Taiwanese students choosing Australia. If it all happened, Dr graham Martin would be set for life as “The Asian Specialist”, and I wasn’t going to fail, no matter what I, and especially my P.A. had to do.

I knew enough that the Asian game was one of favours and underhand, non-documented deals. I had paid very good money, the universities and Governments, not mine, to get full dossiers on the three Taiwanese who would decide yes or no. All three committee members I needed to charm and approve the deal had palms as greasy as the fish and chips my Catholic parents bought every Friday night, and I also had the hidden dirt on them as well.

I had brought Wen Chi along for her translation skills and her local cultural knowledge, plus it made me look more important and gave me status and face in a country where that mattered. Plus, I had in mind something that did not involve her mind: her body for the 3 committee members. As an aside, I had saved the University and Government money as I had booked the two of us in the luxury hotel as Mr and Mrs, thus avoiding the cost of two rooms, and the cost for me with Wen Chi available of not having to pay for prostitutes or even cheaper lingerie wearing women selling betel nuts to passing cars.

In my mind, I saw the deal falling neatly into place. Each committee member had their vices, and I had come prepared with money and a tailored approach for each one. Wen Chi’s job was clear in my mind: charm them, seduce and fuck them if necessary and seal the deal. Her fucking some Taiwanese was a small price for me to pay if it succeeded in bringing in the millions that would flow into the university’s coffers (and mine). At this point in time, she was unaware of her true role.

I knew that Mr. Li, the most influential member of the committee, was easily bribed. At our first meeting, the air was thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and the noise of overpriced whiskey being poured. The walls of the nightclub where prospective movie starlets stripped on stage were lined with faded red velvet, and the lighting was dim. I had dressed Wen Chi in a red Chinese qipao (I had just learnt that was Mandarin for cheongsam) that clung to her curves and Mr Li, despite being in his mid-50s could not take his eyes off her.

His eyes gleamed with greed for money and the thought of sex. Wen Chi accidentally leaned closer, her breasts brushing against his shoulder, and I thought Mr Li was going to cum in his pants. This sexual attraction was like a cherry on the top as before I was almost certain money alone would do the trick with Mr Li. I watched with a knowing smile, my mind racing with thoughts of a reduced $ bribe and longer or more fucks from Wen Chi for Mr Li. I counted it 1 vote already won.

The second member of the committee, Mr. Wu, was a different challenge altogether. A self-proclaimed gourmand, he demanded both our obsequious and fawning manner and the finest food and drink for our meeting. We sat in a very expensive private dining room in the heart of the city, surrounded by the clatter of dishes and the murmur of hushed conversations. His lips curled into a knowing smile as he described the fusion cuisine that would tantalize our taste buds, an unmatched blend of East and West. Yes, it may have been, but it was expensive food he was not paying for and we had to listen to his long-winded crap.

But deep down I knew it was a waste of time. My reports suggested he had anti-West feelings and was a secret admirer of China. The report had given no indication that a female, even one as attractive as Wen Chi would attract him, and if he batted for the other team, well even I have my limits and was definitely not going to oblige him. I had him as a 100% no vote, so that meant the vote in all probability was now tied at 1 each. Winning over the 3rd committee member, Hao Yun Chen, was essential. She was the one to concentrate on as she had no bias either for or against. We just had to provide her with what she wanted in a way that was not obvious. Then we would have Mr Li and Hao Yun’s votes and Mr Wu could fuck himself for all I cared.

The last meeting therefore was with Hao Yun Chen, a plain-dressed, butch-looking woman known for her love of fine art and for being a suspected lesbian. Wen Chi had arranged a private viewing at the National Palace Museum, where her father had once been the head curator. Inside, we stopped in front of a particularly exquisite jade sculpture. It meant nothing to me as it had no price tag which is how I value things. Hao Yun held it reverently and Wen Chi spoke with a passion that would have made my heart race if I had cared about the chipped piece of jade.

But Hao Yun’s eyes lit up as Wen Chi explained the intricacies of the carving, her hands moving delicately to highlight each detail. I stepped back, allowing them their moment, my mind racing with the possibilities. Perhaps obtaining some relic now in private hands could seal this deal.

As the evening wore on Hoa Yun’s gaze lingered on Wen Chi in a way that was unmistakable. My background information was 100% accurate. The art had been the bait and fallback, but as I hoped, it was my attractive P.A. that she truly desired. Hao Yun suggested we take our conversation to a more private setting. I declined saying only Chinese could truly appreciate it and I would not fit in, but they should go.

When Hao Yun left to freshen up Wen Chi angrily turned on me threatening to expose what I was doing as she had not signed up for this and was not going to be pimped out by me. I reached into my briefcase and pulled out her signed contract and let her read section 65 clause 4: the non-disclosure section. Her face fell as she read the heavy financial penalties and, because of the government involvement, almost certain imprisonment.

Being the good guy I am I let her also read section 48 clause 2 which discussed the % of revenue bonus she would receive depending on her superior’s report. This put a smile on her face and made me think Hao Yun would be very tired after Wen Chi had finished with her.

The two women retired to an opulent suite I had rented in the hotel Wen Chi and I were staying at. Hao Yun’s hands trembled as she unbuttoned Wen Chi’s blouse, revealing her smooth skin and firm body. The 42-year-old woman’s mouth watered at what lay ahead and the sight of Wen Chi’s bare tits, their nipples already hardening with arousal. She cupped them greedily, her thumbs flicking over the sensitive nubs until the 25-year-old gasped. She kissed Wen Chi’s neck, her teeth grazing the soft skin as she pushed her down onto the plush bed. Wen Chi’s eyes closed, and she let out a soft moan as Hao Yun’s mouth fastened onto her nipple.

The older woman’s hands slithered down Wen Chi’s body, caressing her smooth curves before reaching the zipper of her skirt. With a practised flick of her wrist, the garment fell to the floor, revealing Wen Chi’s black lace panties. Inside them, Hao Yun’s hands felt the wet heat of Wen Chi’s as her hips bucked upwards pleading for more, and Hao Yun was more than happy to oblige.

Her fingers danced over Wen Chi’s clit, teasing it mercilessly and my P.A.’s body jerked in response to each stroke. It was not the first time she had been with a woman. After all, she worked for me with my all-Asian female staff and my perversions. Spurred on by section 45 clause 2 she allowed the older woman to explore her, her body responding in ways that satisfied the older committee member.

Hao Yun’s mouth followed the path of her hands, leaving a trail of wet kisses down Wen Chi’s torso until she reached the damp fabric of her panties. Smiling in anticipation, she hooked her thumbs into them and pulled them down, exposing Wen Chi’s wet slit. Hao Yun took in the sight before her, her tongue wetting her lips in anticipation. Then, without warning, she descended, her tongue extending to lick Wen Chi’s clit.

Hao Yun’s tongue darted, swirled and flicked skilfully and successfully. Wen Chi’s hands found the older woman’s hair, entwining the strands as she sought to resist the arousal that was building inside her. Her legs trembled, and she could feel the heat of Hao Yun’s breath against her cunt. But Hao Yun’s tongue was unrelenting, and Wen Chi’s moans grew louder, filling the room.

As Wen Chi’s orgasm grew closer, Hao Yun slid two fingers inside her, curling them so her cunt felt totally filled. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and desire that sent her spiralling over the edge. Her thighs quivered, and she bit her lip to stop screaming. Hao Yun looked up at her, her lips and face wet with Wen Chi’s sex juices, and that sight was the final straw. It sent Wen Chi into a cum that shook her to her core. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she came, and she felt the warmth of Hao Yun’s mouth as the older woman lapped up her sex juices.

It was in that moment of vulnerability that I made my entrance. I burst in, polaroid camera in my hand. The flash flooded the room capturing the two naked women as I snapped a series of photos that recorded the scene before me. Not knowing this was my plan, Wen Chi’s eyes shot open in shock, her chest still heaving with the aftermath of her orgasm. Hao Yun sat back, her face a mask of horror as she realized what was happening.

“Ah, Hao Yun, I see you’re enjoying the cultural exchange,” I sneered, my eyes cold and calculating. “I’m sure these photos will make a notable addition to our negotiation portfolio.” My words quickly extinguished the sexual heat between the two women. After our earlier talk, Wen Chi still felt a sudden wave of disgust and anger but knew her high-paying job at the university plus the huge bonus depended on me.

Hao Yun’s shock quickly gave way to a look of steely resolve. Despite the compromising position she was in she hissed, “You wouldn’t dare.” But I knew the power of what I held in my hand. The photos would ruin her reputation, her career, and her place on the committee.

I took a step closer, the developed prints in my hand. “Oh, but I would and it will be a threesome,” I said, my voice full of menace. Having been constantly bullied in my life until that Sunday I stumbled across the married Dean fucking his secretary which started my career’s upward path, I knew how that voice of callous indifference sounded. “You know how important this deal is, and how much we’re willing to. ‘accommodate’ to make it happen.” I still reflect on how lucky I was as I had broken into University records, at that time held on index cards, to alter my below-average grades to find the bible bashing Dean hard at work.

Hao Yun’s eyes narrowed, but she knew she was caught. With a resigned sigh, she nodded. “Fine,” she spat out. “But you will leave immediately afterwards.”

I didn’t bother to respond as I was setting up the latest in technology: a Sony 1983 Betamax BMC-100P camcorder which was far better than my old Super 8 movie camera. Wen Chi, now the pragmatist, took the lead. She straddled Hao Yun, her own arousal still simmering from earlier. The older woman’s eyes widened as she felt the weight of Wen Chi’s body, the younger woman’s thighs pressing against her own. Wen Chi leaned down, her tits brushing against Hao Yun’s face, and whispered, “We’re going to make this worth your while.”

She began to grind against Hao Yun, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm that soon had Hao Yun’s eyes glazing over with desire. I watched from the edge of the bed, my own hunger growing as I unbuckled my belt. I knew I had made the right choice in bringing Wen Chi to Taiwan.

Hao Yun’s hands reached up, cupping Wen Chi’s arse as she encouraged her to go faster, her hips rising to meet her every move. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room. Wen Chi leaned down, her lips meeting Hao Yun’s in a deep, passionate kiss as she accepted a bottle of lubricant from me and which she drizzled over her fingers before sliding them into the older woman’s tight, shaved twat.

Hao Yun moaned into Wen Chi’s mouth, the sensation of being French kissed while she was being watched adding to her arousal. She could feel my eyes on them as I undressed, my cock standing upright and quivering. I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself behind Wen Chi who stopped fingering Hao Yun. Hao Yun didn’t resist as I started to push into her as she lay on her back under my P.A.

Wen Chi could feel my body pressing against her from behind, my movements growing more urgent as I began fucking Hao Yun like an animal humping. She reached down, her hands locking onto Hao Yun’s tits, kneading them as she broke the kiss to catch her breath. Hao Yun’s moaned as she felt the head of my cock battering down her cunt entrance.

I grunted with effort, my grip on Hao Yun tight as I thrust into her, my strokes deep and deliberate. I had donned a cock ring before entering the room, knowing that my endurance would be tested by the evening’s events. The tight band of metal around the base of my cock allowed me to maintain my hard-on without the fear of release, a trick I had learned from my frequent, long, solitary masturbation sessions. The painful pleasure of being denied my own orgasm only heightened my enjoyment of watching Wen Chi’s body writhe in pleasure as Hao Yun ate and fingered her while I hammered Hao Yun’s cunt with my cock.

As she accepted my cock Hao Yun’s tongue swirled around Wen Chi’s clit, causing my P.A.’s body to jerk with pleasure, her cries muffled by the older woman’s eager mouth. Her hands explored Hao Yun’s body, fingers teasing and pinching the sensitive flesh of Wen Chi’s nipples, drawing out a symphony of moans that grew louder and more desperate as the afternoon wore on.

My thrusts grew more forceful, my cock sliding in and out of Hao Yun with a wet, slapping sound that filled the room. I knew I had paid money for incorrect information. The way Hao Yun’s cunt was milking my fuck meat told me she was no lesbian. I made a mental note to get a refund from my informants. Despite the cock ring’s tight embrace, I felt the pressure building within me, a pressure that made every sensation more intense. I watched Wen Chi’s face contort with pleasure: her eyes squeezed shut as Hao Yun’s tongue worked its magic on her cunt.

We fucked in varying positions and combinations. One I still remember was Hao Yun sucking me as Wen Chi rimmed my arse. But that was one of many variations. Eventually, it was time. I pulled my meat out of Hao Yun’s cunt. She let out a whine of protest, but it was cut short when I pushed my cockhead against her tight, puckered arsehole. She tensed for a moment, but Wen Chi’s steady rhythm of her fingers on Hao Yun’s clit soon had her relaxing. I pushed in, feeling the tight ring of muscle give way with a pop that sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. Hao Yun’s moan was muffled by Wen Chi’s cunt, her body shuddering as her backdoor took my length.

I began to fuck her arse with the same ferocity I had shown her pussy, my hands now gripping her hips tightly as I watched Wen Chi’s face contort. The younger woman’s eyes were wide with arousal as she felt Hao Yun’s fingers inside her, moving in sync with my cock thrusts. Hao Yun’s moans grew louder, and Wen Chi could feel her cum building, her pussy clenching around the older woman’s digits.

Wen Chi’s climax shook through her with a sudden rush that took her over the edge. She cried out, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Hao Yun’s eyes snapped open, her pupils dilated with desire while I pulverised her arse as she watched Wen Chi come apart in her hands. It was almost too much for me to bear, my own orgasm threatening to overtake me. I gritted my teeth, pushing deeper into the older woman’s arse as I fought for self-control.

I felt my control slipping as I watched Wen Chi’s hand disappear into Hao Yun’s cunt, her knuckles brushing against my own cock buried in her arse as it plunged in and out of Hao Yun’s sopping cunt. Hao Yun’s cries grew louder, her body shaking with the intensity of the dual penetration.

I pulled out of Hao Yun’s arse with a wet pop, the sight of my glistening cock coated in lube making my balls ache with the need to cum. Wen Chi also withdrew her fist, reached into my bag and pulled out a sleek, black strap-on. The sight of it made my cock throb even more, and I could feel the pre-cum leaking out of me. She strapped it on, the harness fitting snugly against her curves. The dildo was long, thick and ready to be used.

Hao Yun’s eyes grew wide with shock as Wen Chi approached the bed, the strap-on jutting out from her hips like a weapon of mass destruction. I chuckled, my hand stroking my own cock as I watched the scene unfold. “Now, now, Hao Yun,” I whispered, “you didn’t think it was over, did you?”

Wen Chi positioned herself between Hao Yun’s spread legs, the dildo glistening with lube. Then, without waiting, she plunged it into her used pussy. Hao Yun let out a gasp that was quickly muffled by my cock, which I had thrust into her mouth. She struggled to deep-throat me, her throat tightening around my shaft as Wen Chi began to fuck her relentlessly.

Wen Chi’s hips slammed into Hao Yun’s cunt, the strap-on disappearing from sight over and over again. The 42-year-old’s eyes watered, her mascara running down her cheeks as she swallowed my cock as deep as I could force it. Wen Chi’s movements grew more erratic as she felt another orgasm approaching. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she pushed the dildo deeper into Hao Yun. I felt my own climax building, the pressure in my balls like a ticking time bomb. I knew that I wouldn’t last much longer.

Hao Yun’s eyes were glazed as Wen Chi’s strap-on pounded into her, her mouth full of my cock. The 42-year-old’s moans were muffled, the only sounds in the room were the wet slaps of skin on skin and the occasional gag as she took me deeper. Wen Chi’s free hand reached down to her own clit, her fingers moving in a blur as she sought out her own release. My eyes were glued to the sight of Wen Chi’s arse bouncing with each thrust, the muscles rippling as she worked the dildo into Hao Yun’s pussy. I could feel her tighten around me, her throat spasming as she tried to breathe around my tool.

Hao Yun’s eyes rolled back in her head as she took both the strap-on and my cock, her body a playground for Wen Chi and me. Wen Chi reached down, her hand sliding around to Hao Yun’s asshole. The older woman’s eyes widened in shock and anticipation as Wen Chi’s fingers began to probe the tight entrance. Hao Yun’s moans grew louder, vibrating around my cock as Wen Chi worked her digits inside her.

I reached down, my fingers finding Wen Chi’s clit and I began to finger fuck as a reward for her good work. Her hips bucked, her body responding to the dual sensation of the strap-on base against her pussy as she fucked Hao Yun with it and her boss fingering her clit.

Hao Yun’s eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the beginnings of yet another orgasm. Wen Chi’s strap-on fucking was relentless, filling her up and pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Then, with a guttural groan, I could hold back no longer. With a vicious twist of my wrist, I released the cock ring, the sudden flood of blood making my cock throb painfully. My orgasm washed through me like a tidal wave, and I pushed deeper into Hao Yun’s throat, then pulled out to let my cum spurt onto her face in thick, ropy strands. She gagged and sputtered, but I didn’t stop, my hips bucking as I painted her with cum juice.

I looked at Hao Yun, but it had been too much for too long. She lay completely drained on the bed. Had I overdone it and ruined the deal with her now having second thoughts?

Walking back to our room I re-considered my treatment of Wen Chi. She had certainly performed her part well. I had not had my department for long and this was my first overseas trip and assignment and I was new at this and unsure of how to act. I reassessed my approach. I had treated her rather formally and as an underling so I experimented as we walked. I praised her for the way she had fucked Hao Yun and how well we had worked as a team to get the videotape that would ensure the contract for us. I told her, no one could have done better.

I put my arm around her and she snuggled closer, almost purring from the unexpected praise. I kissed her and she responded with a passion I hadn’t expected. I slid my hands down her back, pulling her closer as we entered our room.

She strode to the bed ripping off her dress and bent her nude body, as she had not put on her underwear after fucking Hoa Yun, forward and placed her palms on the mattress. She looked back over her shoulder and pleaded, “Use that cock ring, Dr. Martin.” I rolled the ring onto the base of my hardon and the feeling of constriction sent a jolt through my body, making me even more eager to claim this new look Wen Chi.

I settled behind Wen Chi, her hips rocking back slightly to encourage me and lined up the head of my cock and pushed into her wet cunt with controlled force. She moaned deeply as my meat filled her love box, and her inner walls clenched around it, welcoming the intruder. I worked into a steady rhythm, the slap of my skin against hers echoing around the hotel bedroom. As an aside, I prefer doggie style as it hides my rotund belly and lack of 6 pack abs from the woman I am fucking.

Her cunt was wet and tight. Somewhere a part of my mind dispassionately compared her to Hao Yun. Wen Chi’s cunt was really tight, but Hao Yun’s seemed tighter, surprising as she was 17 years older. Then it struck me. Hao Yun had stronger cunt muscles that gripped and massaged my tool in a way Wen Chi’s did not. Still, I wasn’t going to complain about what I was enjoying now.

I reached around her to play with her clit, feeling it swell and throb from my touch. She arched her back, pushing herself onto me, urging me to go deeper. Soon I felt her orgasm building as her body tensed and released with each stroke. The cock ring made every sensation more intense for me and feel as though I could fuck forever as I took her from behind.

Wen Chi’s breath came in short, desperate gasps and her moans grew louder with each thrust, her nails digging into the mattress. This was a different Wen Chi. Yes, she had let me fuck her on the trip, but it was as though she did not participate and had never cum. Not that it bothered me as I was getting a fuck. But now I can tell something was different. She was close to cumming, her muscles tightening around my cock in uncontrolled spasms. I whispered dirty encouragement into her ear, telling her how good she was, and how much I’ve wanted this. Her responses were a mix of English, Hokkien and Mandarin, an indication she had lost it.

I increased my pace, the ring providing an extra level of friction on her clit that drove her wild. Her sex cavern was so wet her juices coated my cock, making every hammer blow I delivered slick and effortless. I fucked harder working over her clit and she screamed, wailed and shuddered through her first cum with me. Her body shook with the force of her orgasm, her cries echoing through the hotel bedroom. Her pussy clenched around my cock like a vice, and her cum juices flowed as she rode out her ecstasy. It was definitely a new Wen Chi.

I took her hand to her clit as aided by the cock ring, I continued to fuck her doggie style and she masturbated and repeatedly came strongly and noisily. I pulled out of her soaking wet cunt and the sight of my cock, glistening with her juices was too much to handle. I ripped off the cock ring, feeling the rush of blood as it was released and spun her body around and what a sight I was presented with. Wen Chi was a vision of a slut, her makeup smudged, her mascara smeared, her breath ragged, and her eyes still wide with desire.

I went to stroke myself before aiming, but that was unnecessary. My orgasm just exploded. The first rope of cum splattered across her face, painting her cheek and oozing down her neck to drip on her tits. She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as I covered her with my seed, painting her face and tits with my seemingly endless, thick load. She leant into it, her tongue darting out to clear a stray drop that landed near her lips.

You may wonder how I never wear condoms yet don’t worry about pregnancies. No, I don’t pull out and paint their faces for that reason. I just like doing that, but to answer the question, I had the snip when aged 46 I started my Department of Asian Studies.

As I stood before Wen Chi, my cock shrunken but still pulsing from its recent release, I asked her to do something I told I had never asked any women to do. She moaned with excitement at what I wanted: for her to lick my cock clean as I watched her squirt. She went to work eagerly. One of her hands held my cock, as she first licked it then took its diminished length in her mouth. Her other hand returned to her clit where she frantically rubbed herself again. Her fingers played with her swollen clit, her movements becoming more desperate as she chased another orgasm.

I saw the determination in her eyes, and the need to satisfy both herself and me and make me proud. Her body stiffened, her legs shook, and a low moan began. Suddenly, it turned into a shriek as she threw her head back, her body arching as a powerful climax washed through her. Wen Chi parted her cunt lips and I watched a jet of fluid shoot from her pussy, soaking the already wet mattress beneath her. Her eyes closed as complete pleasure took over, her body spasming uncontrollably.

I am no Superman but I took my willing P.A. twice during that night and early morning. The last was tender and slow as, to tell the truth, I was running on empty. However, that slow fuck gave me the chance to emphasise our closeness, and need for each other. Although a little worried she would not accept the deal I had set up with Mr Li, I was not surprised when she said would seal the contract by spending the next 3 days with him as it was “for us.”

The following day, as I prepared for my meeting with Hao Yun, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that had settled in my gut. I knew I had crossed a line the night before, but I had the photos and the power. I was sure that she would comply but from spite would probably empty my bribe money chest. Money, I hoped to not use, but keep for myself. However, as I walked into the government building, my heart still hammered in my chest. Would she call my bluff? Would there be consequences for my actions?