Detained in NYC
Copyright© 2025 by Midori Greengrass
Chapter 18
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 18 - An artist is caught up in the dragnet.
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As to his job, Mitchell appreciated the students, people from around the world who came here needing help. He had dinner on invitation of the family of one, Latin American, and sitting around the table, seeing their kindness to each other (older brother of his student passed her a piece of chicken he knew to be her favorite, silently transferred it from his plate to hers), Mitchell reflected on differences between his life and theirs, saw he was eating fast without savoring the food as they did. They were poor and had experienced hunger, knew the value of food as he didn’t. The piece the lean, gangly brother, dark tousled hair, pale, soulful eyes, had given his sister Mitchell’s student, was organ meat—the heart? Mitchell wasn’t sure—whereas he dined on white breast meat as most North Americans did, arguably the least flavorful part of the bird. Being with students from other countries made him look closely at his own, critically.
Mitchell also wondered about the writing. Should it be posted online? Something so personal? Of course his real name and Akemi’s weren’t used, but wasn’t it possible they’d be recognized all the same? How many ESL teachers were there married to Japanese women and living in the borough of the city he did? Reflecting on this, he felt a rush of concern, wanted to hurry to his laptop and delete the story, all chapters, from the website before it was too late. But of course he didn’t, couldn’t get up from the table in the middle of the meal his student’s family had welcomed him to, gone to the trouble of preparing at expense beyond their means.
He went running afterward, telling himself there was probably nothing to worry about, and, sure enough, the sense of alarm passed, for the moment at least. The story would stay posted, for reasons that had nothing to do with reason.
As he ran, a middle-aged black man with a beard and a good face passed, also running, said, “Enjoy your vacation,” which was strange, since Mitchell wasn’t on one. He returned the greeting. The runner had the kind of beard that covered his lower face so that his mouth appeared, as if by surprise, like a ring inside a bush. Mitchell picked up his pace, incited by the presence of another runner to compete, go faster.
Akemi thought of Mitchell’s friend and former teacher she’d slept with once by mistake and then kept in touch after he returned home from the film tour that had brought him to New York. She’d mentioned once in their conversation in bed a Thai student in the English class she took and Nelson had said, “Isn’t it funny how when things get crazy it’s usually with a Thai?” And he’d laughed and the way he did, through his nose, a snort, made her see he was cruder than she’d imagined and that he’d probably slept with a lot of women, including Thai and maybe Japanese before too. And they had crude sex and it was good but she wondered if he saw Asian women as a stereotype and understood as he fucked her that some men did, even her husband Mitchell might. Just the week before—it was a Wednesday—she’d come to him in bed and said “I have a special reward for you,” teasing, she’d been actually playing up the mystique he and others cherished about her race. The way Mitchell breathlessly praised her “golden skin,” the way he’d plied her breasts that night, like they were something molten. He’d asked, “What kind of reward?” eyes wide and wary as if suspicious she was tricking him—could it be as good as he hoped?—and as she’d crawled into the bed, the light tousled covers with him, she’d answered, “Wet.” How enthralled he was as she drew herself on and off him, on top, in control by virtue of his view of her as more than an ordinary woman but an icon. And that power, the madness in his eyes, as if he were in another world, excited her, strengthened her orgasm