Joi Desperate to escape an arranged marriage, Joi Lee fled Hong Kong to New York
City. Her first time traveling abroad, she was afraid and alone. That's how Mona
found her. She was sitting in the cafe, sipping her mocha java when a beautiful
Asian women entered. Her keen appraisal told her she was in her early twenties,
and not use to the familiar bustle of the city. Mona decided to introduce
herself, the young woman seem like she could use a friend right about now.
"Hello." Joi was startled to hear a voice behind her, she turned quickly to see
who greeted her. Mona knew she was frightened, so she decided to take it slow.
Joi, greeted her cautiously, she knew she couldn't trust strangers. "Hello." she
returned the greeting. "Would you like to join me for a cup of java?" Mona,
noticing her distress quickly assured her that she was only offering coffee,
nothing more, nothing less. Joi, thanked her, then joined her at the small
table. After consuming a cup or green tea she relaxed some. Mona's charm and wit
was easy to smile at. Joi, felt Mona was so easy to chat with that she found
herself telling her everything, her life, the arranged marriage, her trip to
NYC. Mona nodded in understanding. "So, you don't have a job," she asked. Mona
knew she would make an excellent escort, men usually go wild for an exotic Asian
beauty. "No, I don't have a working visa, just my passport." Joi, sighed deeply.
"All I thought about was fleeing. I didn't have time make arrangements, even if
I did I would't have known where to start," she said, clearly exasperated about
her situation. "Do you have a place to stay." Mona realizing a profitable
opportunity was not about to let her slip through her fingers. "Yes, I'm staying
at a hotel called the Yin-Yang in Chinatown." Moan's eyes grew wide with
surprise. "You can't stay there!" She almost shouted. Joi, looked at her with a
puzzled expression. "Why not," she asked. "Honey, that's a house of ill-repute.
"Joi, repeated the words. "I'm sorry, ill-repute" she queried. Mona overlooked,
Joi's need to have certain terms explained when she made her remark. Although,
Joi was fluent in English, she still couldn't grasp the definition of a few
words. At times, Mona paraphrased a sentence so she could comprehend its'
meaning. Joi's face flushed red. "Could you recommend another hotel?" She knew
she couldn't stay there. "Can I," Mona smiled. "Since you're alone with no place
to stay..." Her voiced trailed off, giving her the appearance that she was deep
in thought. "I got it," she exclaimed as if she had a brilliant idea. "You can
stay with a friend of mine, her name is Tempest. Joi thought it was an unusual
name for a woman, for anyone. "Tempest," she asked. "Yeah, she said her mother
gave her that name because she was born during a typhoon on the island of St.
Martin. You two will get along famously." Joi, couldn't help smiling at Mona's
words. Maybe she will be ok, after all. At that thought, Mona paid her bill,
then they left the cafe. The manager shook his head in dismay, he knew what Mona
had in-store for her newest arrival, he was helpless to prevent it. He watched
countless girls enter the cafe with that same haunted expression, and Mona is
always their crooning and comforting, promising them things that they all wanted
and so desperately need. But they didn't realize the price of that need until
too late, they were bound by ambition and greed. The money is alluring, forever
snaring them in its trap. It was their first love, ultimate desire, and like
junkies craving for a fix, they were addicted to the power it possessed, and the
power it supplied them with. The power to rule their destiny??? They arrived at
the historic Brownstone on Second Avenue. Joi was in awe of the large brick
buildings that seem to dominate the block. "Well here we are." Joi, couldn't
wait to see what the inside look like. She was used to high-rises, and
non-descript buildings. She was glad to see the multi-colored flowers on the
window-ledge. She had a feeling she was going to like living here. Mona, rung
the doorbell, it was immediately answered by a beautiful, tan-skinned woman. Hi,
I've been expecting you two, "she smiled, offering to take their coats. "I took
the liberty of making some tea, would you guys care for a cup" Mona, stated she
had enough caffeine for the day. Joi, accepted readily. "Is she the one called,
Tempest?" Joi was hoping she said yes. She instantly liked the young woman with
the bright personality. "Yes, that's her," she smiled as she watched, Joi's
expression. "Tempest.. hmmm...she seems nothing like her name." Tempest arrived
with two steaming hot cups of tea. "I heard that," she said, totally surprising,
Joi. "Oh, no offense." Embarrassed to be caught talking about her new roommate,
she flushed scarlet. Tempest, chuckled. "It's ok, really, I'm use to the
teasing," she said. "Besides, wait till I have PMS, then comment on my
personality. I usually own up to the name." They laughed at the small joke and
settled down to become acquainted. The elevator arrived on
the 20th floor. It was a private car, so no one would notice her arrival nor
departure from the building. Joi, approached the door leading to the client's
office. A quick check of the name confirmed that she arrived at the correct
location. "Come in," the masculine voice called out. "Ahhh...you're
more beautiful in person. Please have a seat. Could I get you anything to
drink?" She took a seat on the leather sofa as she declined his offer. She felt
his eyes on her, she knew the oversized trench coat was driving him mad with
wonder. Suddenly, soft music begin to play in the background. "I asked Mona what
type of music you like to listen to so I could buy he CD." She appreciated his
concern, most clients could care less what she like as long as it appeased their
lust. They chatted for an hour, she was amazed that he didn't pounce on her and
claw at her clothes, something she was familiar with, but this stranger was a
puzzle. Joi was totally relaxed, she felt content in his company. "I could
almost like him," she thought as she watched his eyes sparkle when he spoke of
his home in Paris. She guessed his age to be about mid-thirties. His hair was
dark with a touch of grey at the temples, adding to his appeal. His olive
complexion was smooth, his face clean-shaven. She liked him, but knew it could
go no further than that. It was dangerous to harbor such fanciful thoughts like
marriage and children. "Joi?" The sound of her name gained her attention. "Yes?"
He pondered for a second. "I want you to know that I'm truly happy that you are
here." His words surprised her, she never expect him to tell her he was happy..
"about to hose his shorts"...yes, but happy...no...not in the least. "I'mm..haaappy
too...bee..here tooo, Mr. Juliano," she stammered. "No.. please call me, Sal."
She smiled at him, then repeated his name. He walked towards her, all the while
holding her gaze with his own. She was mesmerized by the sight of him, he was
much taller than she and his frame was large. He reached for her hands, enjoying
the soft delicate feel of them. He raised them to his lips to place a light kiss
on them. Chills ran the length of her spine, a welcoming warmth started to
spread stimulating her womanhood. Slowly, he unfastened her trench coat, then
opened it, exposing her body to his heated gaze. His hungry eyes dranked the
sight of her. She was wearing a black corset with a matching G-string,
sheer-black thigh highs, and black patent leather heels. He admired the picture
of perfection she created. She was his for this evening, he intend to take good
care of her. Joi, sucked in her breath through clenched teeth when his fingers
grazed her shoulders as he fingered the straps. Her breathing quickened from the
sensations he was creating. His arousal was hard, begging to be released from
its' confinement, but he ignored the slight discomfort. He grabbed her smooth
buttocks, then lifted her up in the air, her legs quickly wrapped around his
waist as he carried her to his desk. She moaned against his neck, her hot breath
tickling his skin. He placed her on the edge of the desk, then gazed down at
her. Her long tresses spread seductively on his desk, he could see as well as
hear the rapid beating of her heart. When she attempted to reach for his zipper,
he grabbed her hand gently. "No, my love, you have given so much pleasure, but I
can see in your eyes that you haven't received your own. Tonight, I will give
you that pleasure you desperately yearn for." Joi, moaned at the sound of his
words, she never met anyone who wanted her to experience pleasure. If she wasn't
careful she could fall for this man. His fingers trailed the edge of her
lace-trimmed thigh highs, then gently rolled it down her leg. A wave of desire
shot up her spine causing her to shiver. He removed the thigh high and let it
drop to the floor in a whisper. He caressed her bare leg for a few seconds as he
watched her expression. Joi's head was thrashing back and forth, the sensation
was driving her mindless with desire. He removed the other thigh high, using the
same ministrations as he did before. He lifted her leg to his lips, his tongue
flicked across her trim ankles. Joi could barely remain on the desk. "This is
madness." She cried out. "Then you're not alone," he replied as he continue to
lick up her leg with long wet strokes. Joi, begged him to go higher, she had to
feel his tongue inside her. Sal stopped at the interest on her slit, blowing a
breath of hot air at her already heated mound. He licked her pussy's lips,
circling it before he sucked one inside his mouth. She whimpered, the force of
the contact driving her mad with lust. He continued to suck gently as he watched
the expression on her face, her hands were pinching the nipples of her small
breasts as she squeezed his head with her thigh highs. "Ooooooooooooooooooo,
don't stop, eat me......oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo." His mouth opened wider
and added her clit to his tongues tender probing. "Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....uh...uh....ooooooooo."
Joi couldn't catch her breath. "Please.....fuck me now!!!!! NOW!!" She
commanded. Sal didn't waste any time, he was hard and more than ready for her.
With one swift thrust, he entered her, the force of her bucking made him grip
her ass cheeks to hold on. He pumped her hard and fierce, his cock shining with
her juices. The sounds of his swollen balls could be heard slapping against her
ass as he increased the sensuous friction. Faster, he pumped as she gyrated her
hips, attempting to match his rhythm. "Sal!!" She cried, tears streaming down
her face. "It's sooooo gooooood...IIII....oooooooo....IIIIIIIIIIII." She became
incoherent. Sweat covered his body, he knew he was nearing release. Suddenly,
her walls gripped him tight, that was his undoing, he poured his seed deep
inside her, filling her with all the passion he held for so long. They clung to
each other as the rode the final wave of their desire. Joi, attempted to focus,
her mind was clouded with the after effects of their love making. Sal, brushed
the strands of hair from her forehead, he gazed down at the lovely vision she
created. "Stay with me, Joi." She was shocked into realization. "No." She turned
her head away in shame. He placed a warm hand against her cheek, caressing it
lightly with his fingers. "Why," he asked. Tears streamed down her face. "You
know damn well why I can't," she nearly shouted. "I'm used goods." He was
angered by her words. "Don't ever refer to yourself in that manner. You're not
some item to be purchased." She fixed him with a heated stare. "What do you call
this?? Oh, never mind, get off me, damn it. I want to leave." He released her
instantly, neither realized they were still coupled, until he begin to move.
Both gasped in unison as his semi-hard mass slid out of it's home. Joi, quickly
dressed. "Joi...I.." She held up a hand. "Save it, ok. I don't want to hear
another word." He shook his head, no. "I can't let you leave this way." Joi
sighed in exasperation. "Listen, you paid for it, I supplied it so services
rendered." Sal, stood in shock as the door shut firmly behind her. "This isn't
over, Joi, I know you feel as I do," he whispered softly. Joi, reached the
safety of her vehicle, blinded by tears, she gave into the powerful sobs that
racked her body. She decided she had to leave New York with the decision to
leave made, she started her black 500 SL Mercedes and sped out of the garage.
The End
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