“Hey Eilleen, the folks at Team USA confirmed you have been selected to go to the 2022 Winter Olympics!” Eilleen’s coach, Joseph Lema, beamed with pride as he handed her the stack of confirmatory paperwork for Eilleen to participate in the big air, halfpipe and slopestyle events in the upcoming Winter Olympics. Eilleen was Joseph’s pride and joy and at just eighteen years old, she stood an excellent chance of winning three gold medals for USA. It also didn’t hurt that Eilleen Gu was beautiful, and even though Joseph would never admit it, he couldn’t help but fantasize about his student’s silky smooth long legs and perfectly proportioned, lithe and athletic body. Her face was an exotic blend of East and West: her pale face, brown eyes, tall nose and high cheekbones stood in beautiful harmony with her dark brown hair interspersed with golden highlights. In short, she was a walking wet dream, and any one with decent eyesight could not deny that, not even her thirty-five year old coach.

Eilleen’s eyes shot up in delight as she basked in the recognition of her skiing abilities. This was what she had trained for throughout her teenage years: the Winter Olympics. And now it was all within reaching distance. Then she hesitated and a knot formed at her throat. “Thanks coach, I’ll take that and get back to you later. When do I have to sign these papers?”

“Umm, I think we have plenty of time - at least four months before we get these signed papers back to Team USA.”

“Ok, thanks coach,” Eilleen softly replied, as she quickly turned around to avoid giving Joseph any signs of betrayal. While she had dreamt of representing Team USA in the Winter Olympics since she was a little girl, her mom and grandma had been talking about her representing Team China for the past few months. “It’s going to be a much more lucrative opportunity,” her grandma persuaded her in her northern-accented Mandarin. “You could probably make upwards of five million dollars from endorsements in China and be set for life with money you earned yourself!” She continued, “You would be just one of many in Team USA. However, in China, you would be a trailblazer and a shining beacon of overseas Chinese coming home to represent China.”

Eilleen grimaced as she considered how her teammates and coaches would feel if she betrayed them and represented China. She needed some time to ponder this decision and analyze it from different perspectives. Consequently, when her mom mentioned that the coach for Team China was keen to meet her in person in Beijing, Eilleen quickly said yes without a second thought.

“Can we please have sex tonight?” John pleaded with Eilleen, as they took a pause from their heavy making out. Eilleen was due to fly to Beijing with her mom the next morning, and John came by their house to say bye, get in a make-out session and hopefully bust a nut. John was a few years older than Eilleen, and a semi-pro skier in college. He met Eilleen when they both were training and was struck by her beauty, wit and intelligence. He, like most guys he knew in New England, were white liberal folks who supported racial equality on the condition that white people like him remained in charge. In his mind, it was only natural that beautiful and multi-talented girls like Eilleen would end up picking guys like him. After all, his ancestors had arrived in New England on one of the first ships and built this country with their bare hands after annihilating the Native Indians through war, rape, plunder and disease. That said, he believed in gender equality and obtaining express consent from the girl before any sexual encounters.

“Please can we do it tonight?” John begged again. His skinny dick was already stiff-hard after a few minutes of making out and Eilleen lay on her queen sized bed and clad in only her black bra and thong. Her long, tanned, silky-smooth legs drove him mad with lust, and he resorted to begging for sex like a panting dog. In John’s eyes, Eilleen was an exotic goddess who had not yet discovered how hot she was. If he didn’t try to bang her now, he was afraid she was going to move on to bigger and better things.

Eilleen was young and sexually inexperienced - having only had two boyfriends and still remained a virgin - and most of her spare time was spent training for the Winter Olympics. As a result, she had grown up as a bit of a tomboy but had blossomed at the ripe age of eighteen years old into a beautiful young woman. She knew she was attractive (and had been approached for modeling endorsements already), but more importantly she had big dreams for herself. She was going to conquer the world of skiing, be financially independent, and be a role model of what a beautiful, strong woman should be. But first, she had to lose her virginity. It wasn’t cool for a skier and model like herself to still be a virgin. Most of her friends at school had already lost their virginities, and she felt like the odd one out - not being able to participate in these girl-talk conversations.

‘John is a good guy overall,’ Eilleen mused to herself, as her right hand absentmindedly stroked John’s stiffy. His pale, skinny body was tense with excitement, as the girl of his dreams gave him a handjob. ‘He has always been there for me and has been really supportive throughout the last few years. Training is going to really dial up with the Winter Olympics around the corner, and I doubt I will see him afterwards if I win my medals and am at college.’

Her large, brown eyes, shaded under the heavy mascara and eyeliner she liked to wear, gazed at John, and she asked him with a soft voice, “Do you have a condom ready?”

“Yes!” John excitedly jumped up and dashed to his bedside drawer. He ripped it open, causing it to nearly break, and shakily held a box of Trojan condoms. “Here it is - let me open it and put it on.”

“Oooh, let me see that actually.” Eilleen’s long, feminine fingers grasped the condom packet and examined it closely. She tore it open, and held the wet, sticky condom. “Eww, yuck. It’s so sticky and smells like plastic,” she exclaimed in surprise before dumping the condom to John. John sometimes masturbated with a condom on, while fantasizing fucking Eilleen’s hot body, so he was familiar with condoms and quickly put it on his penis.

“Do you want me on top, or you on top?” John lamely asked Eilleen. He had previously had sex with his ex-girlfirend and had secretly scored a couple lucky hook-ups at college behind Eilleen’s back, but still was overall not skilled at the art of sex and avoided taking charge.

Eilleen fashioned herself as a strong feminist, and while she may have secretly wanted to have been taken by a strong man, she would never admit that out loud. “Let me get on top,” she responded. She stood up and gently pushed John on the bed. Eilleen gave John a slow, sensual strip dance and slipped her black thong off her toned, athletic body. She placed her hand on her shaved pussy mound in anticipation. ‘This is the moment where I become a woman,’ Eilleen thought to herself with a quiver of excitement.

John’s whole body was clenched tight in nervous anticipation, like a twisted rope unable to free itself. ‘I don’t deserve a goddess like her,’ he admitted to himself, ‘but whatever, looks like I’m going to score my hottest fuck just yet!’

Eilleen climbed on top of John’s horizontal body, and carefully examined the condom to ensure it snugly fit his penis. “The condom looks a little loose, John. Are you sure it’s okay?” Her fingers played with John’s hard penis, and the condom slipped around the base a little too easily for Eilleen’s liking.

“Yeah, I might have gotten a slightly larger size, but it caught all my jizz when I used it before when jacking off.”

“Okay, if you say so.” Eilleen mounted John like an experienced equestrian on a horse. Her right hand reached down and grasped his penis with two fingers to guide it to her entrance, only to find her vagina closed off and not open to John’s penis. Unknown to both Eilleen and John, Eilleen was not properly warmed up for sex, especially her first time, but Eilleen didn’t get to become a professional skier by quitting at the first sign of discomfort. She tried again to rub her vagina down deeper on John’s stiffy, and this time managed to work the head of his penis inside her opening. “Ooh, there we go!” Eilleen exclaimed with a hint of satisfaction. For some reason, Eilleen did not feel the pain she heard some girls had when they lost their virginities. ‘This actually feels quite good,’ Eilleen thought to herself, as she began to rock her hips back and forth. Her vagina recognized it was having sex, and secreted more and more lubrication around John’s penis, encouraging their sexual coupling. Eilleen placed her hands on John’s scrawny chest and smiled sensually at him. “You’re filling me up real good, baby. Keep it up.”

“Oooh fuck me!” John was in seventh heaven as the goddess of his dreams sat on top of him and engulfed his skinny penis into her magical pussy. Even with the condom on, her pussy felt so warm, tight and inviting. Eilleen was perfect to him in every way - she even smelled amazing with her strawberry scented shampoo lingering on her hair. Her naked body was perfectly proportioned, and everything about her was perfect - including her shapely C-cup breasts, her taut belly and her long, toned legs. “I’m going to blow pretty soon, baby. You feel so fucking good right now.” John knew he was close and tried to warn Eilleen.

“Wait, hold on a little bit more, baby. I’m just getting used to it.”

John didn’t hear her, as both his hands grasped Eilleen’s tight ass. His hips began pounding into her from below as hard as he could, and on his sixth pump, he could feel his balls churning and buried his penis deep into her. “Aaaarrrghhh!” He roared, his whole body went rigid like hard steel as he ejaculated into the condom. After a few seconds, he calmed down, and guided Eilleen off him. They both checked the condom and were relieved to find it didn’t fall off during the seven pumps of sex. “Oh baby, that was awesome!” John gave a shit-eating grin, as he pulled off the condom filled with a few drops of his semen, and lay down the bed with a satisfied sigh. He then remembered to belatedly ask her, “And how was it for you?”

Eilleen hesitated for a second. She cleaned herself up with tissues from the bedstand. “Yeah, it was pretty good, babe.” She didn’t want to hurt John’s feelings, but then added something she genuinely felt, “I’m glad my first time was with you.” While sex with John wholly underwhelmed Eilleen, she was glad she got her virginity out of the way and could move on to other things in life. She didn’t consider herself a particularly sexual person anyway, and besides, she needed to pack her clothes for the trip to Beijing the next morning.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are due to land in Beijing in about thirty minutes, and will shortly begin our descent.” The captain’s voice blared over the plane’s intercom. Eilleen looked at the clock - they have been flying for around thirteen hours already and she could not wait to get off this plane. She looked to her left, and saw her mom still soundly asleep. ‘Ugh - she is so lucky to be able to sleep through everything,’ Eilleen mused to herself, as she pulled her seat back upright and prepared for the plane’s descent.

Her mother, Xia Gu, was a complicated person - a product of modern China arising from the ashes of destruction wrought by the Cultural Revolution. Xia was intelligent, driven and fiercely independent. She considered herself Chinese, but at the same time knew that life in America represented a better life for her and her future children. Consequently, she married the first decent guy with an American passport, gave birth to Eilleen, and then a few years divorced Eilleen’s father - opting to raise Eilleen by herself with the help of her grandma. She figured that growing up in America while keeping her Chinese heritage and culture alive as much as possible was the best way to game the system and maximize their happiness and future success. Life in America was undoubtedly happier - there was just more space and freedom to do their own thing. However, life in America sometimes lacked meaning, and being a ethnic minority often meant they were relegated to second-class privileges, while 21st century China offered endless opportunities. Consequently, it was important for Eilleen to remain as ‘Chinese’ as possible, which was partly why Xia divorced Eilleen’s father, and also why they spent so much of their summer vacations in China.

Eilleen shook her mom’s shoulders to rouse her from her slumber. “Mom, wake up! We’re about to land.”

After the plane landed, they cleared customs and managed to reach their hotel at around four p.m. “We’re going to be having dinner with the person in charge of China’s Winter Olympics, and he mentioned that a few special guests may also join us, so wear something nice,” Xia instructed her daughter.

“Ooh, so should I wear the revealing mini-dress? I brought it to this trip.” Eilleen giggled like a schoolgirl. While she knew about her mom’s scheming and tendency to maximize everything in life, typical of an investment banker, she still trusted her mom would do the right thing and was finding this journey to be a fun adventure.

To Eilleen’s surprise, Xia nodded her head in agreement, her eyes taking on a calculative gleam. “Yes, that Versace dress should really put everyone’s attention on you. This is an important dinner for us, and we’ll find out exactly how bad the Chinese want you on Team China for the upcoming Winter Olympics.”

The two men seated at the round softly gasped as they took in the sight of Eilleen gliding into the room along with her mother. She looked stunning in the short black strapless dress, which showed off her long, toned, Olympic-ready body and further amplified by her three-inch Jimmy Choo heels. At the ripe age of eighteen years old, Eilleen was just discovering the power of her youthful beauty, and how it gave her control over much older and established men. As she was still young, she had not yet discovered its potential pitfalls and shallowness, and consequently was at the perfect sweet spot of being a beautiful, innocent prey ripe for the taking. She was like a young deer just discovering her fully-matured body and running past the safety confines set by the herd, potentially venturing into the wilderness stalked by predators.

The two men seated were old friends. One was Yibo Zhang, the head of China’s organizing committee for the upcoming Beijing Olympics. The other man was Lang Wang, one of the seven members of the all-powerful Politburo Standing Committee of the Chinese Communist Party (CCP). The two had met during college in Sichuan, where they shared their love for beautiful women in more ways than one, often swapping their sexual partners with each other and engaging in group sex. Girls on campus knew about their bad-boy reputations, but the two owned it and were otherwise perfect gentlemen, so the girls would still let loose around them knowing that it would be one of the few chances to do so in those days in China. Zhang Yibo pursued his passion in sports, while Wang Lang was drawn to power politics. Now that Beijing was hosting the Winter Olympics, the two had a natural excuse of hanging out more with each other, and when Zhang Yibo casually mentioned a talented and beautiful mixed Asian-American skier named Eilleen Gu wanted to meet senior Chinese officials to discuss the possibility of representing China, Wang Lang jumped at the opportunity.

“Welcome to Beijing,” Yibo welcomed Eilleen and Xia in Mandarin. “I trust you two had a pleasant flight?”

“Thanks Mr. Zhang,” Xia replied demurely in Mandarin. “Our flight was smooth. We’re grateful to you for taking the time to meet with us. Let me introduce my daughter, Eilleen. She is also fluent in Mandarin, so please speak freely with her.” Xia turned to gesture at her stunning daughter, who confidently strode forward to shake Yibo’s hand.

Although Eilleen seemed confident on the surface, she was actually nervous being in the presence of men who emitted such a powerful aura. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Zhang. It’s my honor to meet you.” Eilleen spoke in flawless Mandarin, causing Yibo to raise his eyebrows in pleasant surprise. Most overseas Chinese who grew up abroad did not possess such a high level of Chinese.

Yibo shook her hand and complimented her, “Your Chinese is very good.” He then gestured for Lang Wang to join him. “Let me introduce my friend, Mr. Wang.”

Xia let out a slight gasp. She thought Lang Wang’s face looked familiar from a distance, and now with Yibo’s introduction, she was able to recognize him. “Oh wow, you’re a member of the Politburo standing committee! Nice to meet you Mr. Wang.” She strode forward to greet him and enthusiastically shook Lang’s hand. Lang smiled and accepted her profuse greetings - he was used to people around him sucking up to him in the hopes of obtaining future benefits. He tried to not let the power get to his head, and as a result liked to hang out with old buddies like Yibo to keep him real. Their shared interest in beautiful women had kept them close throughout the years, and he couldn’t help checking out Eilleen Gu’s rocking body and exotic face. He loved how Eilleen’s short dress showed off her long, athletic legs. He was a sucker for long legs and could not help but imagine plunging his large cock in her tight snatch from behind with her high heels on, and subconsciously rubbed his crotch in anticipation. He knew Yibo’s preference for beautiful faces, and while Eilleen’s face was more exotic than classically beautiful, he was sure Yibo would love to join him in a tag-team gangbang and fuck her face from the front.

Lang kept his poker-face on, and gestured for everyone to join him at the intimate dinner table for four. They were at a private, exclusive club, which was how the powerful in China often hung out. It was too risky to be seen in expensive public restaurants. As if on cue, two beautiful waitresses appeared in their private room with appetizers and a bottle of fine wine. Lang remarked, “I hope red wine works for everyone; this California vintage is one of my favorites - there are some good things coming out of America!” He then added another joke towards Eilleen, “I know the drinking age in America is twenty one, so let me know if we should order the club soda for you.”

Eilleen blushed a deep crimson red before replying with a slight indignant tone, “Red wine is fine with me, thank you very much. I already drink alcohol back in the US when I don’t have to drive.”

Lang smiled and nodded. He knew that funny jabs rather than direct flattery were more effective at getting into a beautiful woman’s panties.

After some pleasantries and everyone had drank a few glasses of red wine, Yibo broached the topic of Eilleen representing China during the upcoming Winter Olympics. “So Xia and Eilleen - I understand you have some interest in representing China? We would of course love to see that, and would be willing to work with you to see how we can make that work.”

At this point, Xia recognized that this was a pivotal point of their negotiations and took charge. “Eilleen is not doing this for money - we’re doing this because we identify as Chinese. That said, she will get criticized by the Western media if she represents China. Consequently, it’s only fair that lucrative endorsements be lined up as adequate compensation.”

Yibo and Lang exchanged a brief look with each other and knew what the other person thought. ‘This mother is here to maximize her daughter’s earning potential, and all that talk about identifying as Chinese is bullshit.’ That said, both Yibo and Lang had done their research on the talented Eilleen Gu, and knew that she was likely to obtain three medals in the Winter Olympics. They also had a mandate from the highest levels of the PRC government to do whatever it took to maximize their medal count in the Beijing Winter Olympics. If money was what Xia and Eilleen wanted, both Lang and Yibo had no problems with that. Lang and Yibo then exchanged another look and both let out a slight debaucherous smile at each other that said: if they could both get something extra from this trade, that would be even better.

Yibo continued the negotiations, “I’m sure with your daughter’s skiing ability and marketable looks, she will command a lucrative figure on the free market by herself with no assistance from the PRC government. That said, we are of course willing to assist with this process to see that she earns what you consider a fair amount. What is the amount you have in mind?”

Xia responded, “Yes, we agree that we can get good deals from the free market, but we all know that without government support, it’s difficult to get things done in China.”

Yibo nodded without responding. What Xia said was not untrue. He waited for her to disclose the dollar figure she had in mind.

Xia, sensing that Yibo was waiting for her dollar figure, finally relented and said softly, “US$30 million with a hard guarantee from the PRC government, and Eilleen will represent Team China in the upcoming Beijing Winter Olympics. That’s our offer.”

Both Yibo and Lang looked at each other, and Lang released a long whistle as if to express his slight surprise at the high dollar amount Xia was asking. $30 million would be more than enough for both Xia and Eilleen to retire immediately. However, what China did not lack was money, and if $30 million could guarantee a gold medal and boost the medal count at the Beijing Winter Olympics, this was a price the PRC government could live with.

“$30 million is a lot of money. However, we could make this work with a few conditions.”

“What kind of conditions?” Xia was a little shocked Yibo was agreeable to her initial offer of $30 million. She was actually willing to do this deal for as little as $5 million. Her mouth began to involuntarily salivate like a dog waiting for her meal to be served, as her subconscious mind filled itself with what it would do with the extra pot of $30 million cash. She was about to get paid!

“Firstly, the $30 million will be conditional upon Eilleen achieving either one gold medal or two medals in the Beijing Winter Olympics.”

Xia looked at Eilleen, who nodded in agreement. They both expected Eilleen to achieve that easily. She was going to compete in three events and the dream scenario would be to win the gold medal in all three events. At the very least, the expectation was that she would medal in all three events without too much difficulty.

“Secondly, the PRC government cannot give a hard guarantee on the $30 million. We can of course assist with finding companies who can offer lucrative endorsement deals, but this is something we cannot guarantee.”

Xia interjected with a strong objection, “No - if we don’t have your word on this, the $30 million offer is meaningless. We need your word - and Lang’s word - on this.” Xia hesitated for a second before giving in to her greed. “We’ll be very agreeable on any other demands if you can guarantee the $30 million.” Perhaps she knew exactly what she was saying, but to the ears of Yibo and Lang, Xia has just agreed to give away her daughter to them sexually in exchange for $30 million.

“Hmm, should we go to another room for a few minutes to discuss the specifics?” Yibo rose from his seat and gestured at the door. “Lang and Eilleen can stay here while we discuss in the next room.”

Xia timidly followed Yibo out of the room, down the dimly-lit hallway and into a mysterious room a few doors down - leaving her daughter, Eilleen, behind with one of the seven most powerful men in China.

“Why can’t we discuss this in the original room?” Xia complained to Yibo like a petulant girl, as they walked in a large room in the dark. Yibo turned on the light to reveal a large, opulent sofa bed which could accommodate around five people in a reclining position. The sofa bed contained five exquisitely designed pillows, and to the side of each pillow was a small wooden table with a pipe, spirit lamp, a large needle and a container of opium paste. Xia’s voice contained a slight tremor of excitement as she asked Yibo, “Is this an opium den?”

“Correct. Many of our foreign guests are curious about opium in China, especially given China’s complicated history with opium and the British. As such, we have an opium den here to entertain our foreign guests, and we find it amusing and ironic that they wish to partake in this drug that crippled China in the nineteenth and twentieth century.” Yibo paused for a moment before continuing, “I have also heard of your preference for drugs, especially opium, so I thought you would be interested to sample the finest grade opium the world has to offer.”

Xia, like most American investment bankers, liked to sample her share of drugs. It provided a fleeting moment of happiness and bliss, and allowed her to forget her loneliness and troubles in life. She kept it a secret from Eilleen and the rest of her family, so it was something she indulged in only when she was on a business trip away from the observing eyes of Eilleen. She especially enjoyed opium the most, and was eager to try out the high-grade opium available. She then remembered Eilleen, “Wait, what will you guys do with Eilleen? She is only eighteen years old.”

“Don’t worry about Eilleen - we will treat her well. We need her in good physical and mental condition for the Winter Olympics anyway.” Yibo then reminded Xia, “Enjoy your US$30 million - which I’m sure you will.” Yibo then gestured for a pretty attendant dressed in a tight qipao dress to get the opium ready.

The pretty attendant softly beckoned Xia to come over. “Madam, you may take a puff here and enjoy.”

Xia’s hands could not stop themselves from accepting the pipe and bringing it to her mouth for a long inhale. “Aahh, that’s some good stuff,” she sighed as her whole body relaxed on the plush sofa. Her eyes began to roll back in enjoyment as her body enjoyed the blissful high. “Just remember to treat my daughter well, ok?” She then gestured for the attractive attendant to pass her the opium pipe for another hit.

Back in the original room, Eilleen was feeling a little insecure without her mother in the room. She was left alone with Lang, one of the seven most powerful men in China, and was feeling tipsy with all the red wine she drank. She asked him, “Where did my mother go with Mr. Zhang?”

“Don’t worry about them. They’re discussing business and we would not want to bore ourselves with such trivialities, right?”

“Umm, I guess so.”

“Do you understand what your mother agreed to?”

“US$30 million in advertising fees, right?”

“She also said you would be agreeable to other requests we may have.” Lang’s eyes bored into Eilleen’s like a hawk focused on his prey.

Eilleen squirmed around, feeling hot between her legs. She was not used to being around such a powerful presence like Lang’s. “And what kind of requests would that be?” She softly murmured.

“I understand you’re well-versed in most of Chinese culture,” Lang offered as a compliment to Eilleen, who beamed at his compliment like a schoolgirl being commended by her teacher. “But I don’t think you know much about gender relations in the Chinese context.”

“Gender relations?” Eilleen inquisitively asked.

At that moment, the two pretty waitresses, who had changed to black, revealing qipaos (or Chinese-style dresses) glided into the room. One of them held a tray carrying a few shots of liquor. The waitress with golden highlights in her hair invited them in a sweet voice, “Mr. Wang, Ms. Gu - please join us in enjoying these shots of our finest Maotai wine.” She then added with a giggle, “We have also added a few drops of pure ginseng for us to fully enjoy the night.”

“Ginseng?” Eilleen looked at Lang for some guidance.

The same hostess kneeled down in front of Eilleen and placed her dainty hand on Eilleen’s naked knee, causing a shiver of excitement to run up Eilleen’s spine. Eilleen could see her deep cleavage showing through the cutout areas of the qipao. The qipaos also stopped right below the two waitresses’ asses, showing off both of their long, slim legs which were further accentuated by black heels. It seemed from Eilleen’s perspective that the two sexy waitresses were also here to titillate her and Lang and get them to have a good time, like hostesses in one of those sexual KTVs Eilleen heard about in East Asia. The waitress answered Eilleen’s question with a naughty sparkle in her eyes, “Ginseng, if properly sourced, is a powerful aphrodisiac that will allow all of us to enjoy the night together. Come, stop asking so many questions and let’s drink this shot.” She pressed the shot glass in Eilleen’s hand, and clink her glass with her own glass. “Bottoms ups - cheers!”

Eilleen looked around, and saw Lang and the two sensual hostesses downing their shots of Maotai interlaced with ginseng. Eilleen brought the glass to her pale lips and after a moment’s hesitation, downed the fiery liquid into her mouth and down her throat. “Wow, that really burned!” Eilleen could feel the Maotai blazing in her mouth and causing her whole body to feel warm and flushed. “Is it me, or is the room getting hot in here?” The sexual charge heightened everyone’s bodily senses, as the aphrodisiac and the alcohol worked its way into everyone’s bodies.