Chapter 3

Considering Bu Manchu's vast empire, it was difficult to believe he kept his design studio in this tawdry, fishy-smelling section of Hong Kong. There should have been a bronze door, at least a plaque to announce the entrance to Bu Manchu's Oriental Jade Designs, but instead, there hung only a simple sign. Shirlee toyed with the idea of knocking on the door and introducing herself as an applicant, but that might be too risky. What if they slammed the door in her face?

Choosing a covert strategy, she took to the alleyway skirting Manchu's building, wondering if this might be the warehouse for his contraband which he sold to other jewelers for 500 percent of what he paid for it by smuggling it by truck, mule and boat through Thailand.

An open doorway leading inside the building is where she ducked inside, knowing that she had to seize the chance before somebody ambled along and started asking questions she couldn't answer. Inside the somewhat garish interior she could hear people talking excitedly, and a few steps down the Persian carpeted hallway brought her to a central office. Nobody paid any attention to her so she paused a moment to look around.

Almost immediately her detective instincts clamored like a fire engine and her inquisitive eyes took in the lushly furnished office manned by a semi-circle of muscle bound black belts standing with their arms crossed over their chests. These were no artisans, no jade carvers: they resembled a series of Bruce Lee statues. Shirlee sucked in her breath, pondering their obvious intent while three gorgeous models slithered in, all loaded down with jade jewelry that sparkled around their necks, fingers and ears.

"Do they want you for the showing?" asked the British reception speaking crisply from behind her desk.

"He said he wanted a minute to decide," replied the model nervously, flipping her mane of straight raven hair over her shoulder to show off an orange gold earring laden with a pale pink Buddha carved gem that dangled down to her elegant swan-like neck. "I don't know what more he could want of me," she complained.

The grey haired reception raised an eyebrow. "I think I do." She leaned over her desk and whispered, "Let me give you a bit of advice. Please him."

Shirlee pretended to admire a case of Buddha statuary carved from a variety of jade hues as she digested this information, while out of the corner of her eye she took in the sex-bomb body of this luscious Thai girl. The three models disappeared up the steps, chattering to each other excitedly. Obviously Bu Manchu was handpicking his models, and Shirlee shuddered at what would happen to her career if he didn't take kindly to her blonde Western looks.

The grey haired reception caught sight of the misplaced blonde then, and for a moment she looked stern, as if intruders were a common inconvenience around Manchu's gallery. "Miss, could 1 help you?" she asked in her cockney accent.

"Me? Oh, yes. I've come to interview for the modeling job?"

The woman perused Shirlee's innocent looks and drew in a deep breath as if irked, then directed her to be seated. "Mr. Manchu is very busy today, but 1 hope you have time to wait."

"Oh, yes." Shirlee sat in the velvet gilded chair and glanced around impatiently, feeling herself getting nowhere fast. This waiting was a waste of time. "Madame, have you a ladies room, please? I'd like to freshen up before I meet Mr. Manchu."

The woman cast her a burning glance, but conceded. "Yes, upstairs and to your right. But don't get in the models' way!" she cautioned starchily.

Every footstep brought Shirlee closer to the kingpin of the Orient's jade smuggling operation and her heart pounded in her temples as she took to the steps and found herself at the top of the stairs, facing the ladies room door. Brazenly, she stepped inside, opening the door onto the three primping models.

Time to take control of the situation . . .

"Mr. Manchu is waiting for you, girls," ordered Shirlee authoritatively, standing back to allow the three slinky-hipped beauties to pass her. None of the three girls bothered to question the stranger's order and they pressed past her in a rush of high-pitched Chinese chatter. Shirlee let the door close gently, drew in a few deep breaths, then opened it a peek to watch the supple-bodied women head for Manchu's show room. She was fast on their heels.

This was the critical moment. Holding her breath, Shirlee nudged open the heavy door and glanced covertly into the dimly lit room to see the three models shuffle towards a center stage. A man and a woman were sitting on a couch, their backs to Shirlee, barking orders to the swiftly moving models. Moving quickly herself, before courage dissipated, Shirlee slipped into the room and hid behind a dressing room curtain.

She was in the same room with Bu Manchu! Getting out again might be the scary part, and Shirlee remembered what Chad Barker had said about Manchu being a murderer. Did he kill models for snooping around? Too late now . . .

"Come on, girls. Step to it!" snapped Manchu in Raj English as the three models balked at the edge of the platform and looked at each other for courage. "Get up there and let me see what you do for my designs." Manchu's voice was deep and commanding with machete-sharp impatience, and she strained her eyes to make out his features in the darkness. The three obviously petrified models spun under the stage lights, showing off their bodies glittering with orange gold and jade. Shirlee bit her lip, wondering if she would ever be able to afford a Manchu masterpiece.

"Fantastic," rasped the hoarse voiced woman sitting beside Manchu on the couch. "This will be a dynamite show!"

"Yeah, Kim, they're okay, but we need something unusual for the end. It's repetitious," he barked tiredly, rubbing his forehead. He's a dissatisfied, impatient man who's used to getting his own way, Shirlee thought, storing that information in her memory bank. And that woman beside him was the infamous Kim-the lesbian!

"Let's use Hiro in the body jewelry . . . with those legs she'll knock them dead."

"But she'd have to be topless to show it off properly."

Manchu threw back his head and laughed. "Since when did naked bodies shock you, Kim? Come on, Hiro, slink into that chain of body jewelry hanging in the case and let's see how you look!"

With baby-rabbit footsteps, the Thai beauty darted off stage, pulling off her dress as she went. Expedience was obviously an asset in Manchu's empire. The other two models were dismissed, fleeing the studio while somewhere behind a curtain Hiro disrobed and the tinkling of jewelry sounded as she donned her naked body with pounds of 22 karat Thai gold and Burma jade.

A moment of tension hung in the air as Hiro appeared. Shirlee took a deep, quick breath, understanding immediately why Manchu had chosen Hiro to show off his chains of body jewelry on this manikin body. Hiro moved on the stage with all the poise of a female panther, a cool, tantalizing smile playing across her heavily glossed full lips. Despite the fact that she was totally nude, minus the jewelry, the girl moved with self confidence, utterly unconcerned about what portions of her magnificent body were covered with the garish trinkets and what were not. Around her neck she wore a series of heavy gold chains with fist-sized jade carvings interspersed every six inches: her puffy brown berry nipples peeked out around the wealth of minerals, while her waist was laden with a slender gold chain. About her hips, slinky and firm, draped another chain of gold and jade. With each pirouette, the jewels tinkled magically, the perfect compliment to her sloe eyed, red lipped geisha beauty.

"The perfect outfit for a Bali beach, Bu?" smirked Kim while Shirlee silently acquiesced.

"The bare ass will blow their bloody minds!" chuckled Manchu, standing up and nearing the stage, his hands on his hips.

"Nobody would dare wear it," Kim reminded her boss, standing by his side now and staring up at Hiro's lush, slimly curved body. The lesbian woman had none of the sadistic butch-qualities Shirlee had learned to associate with women of her nature. She was willowy and well proportioned and her skin and features hinted at a European crossbreeding that combined the best of the East with the best of the West. Her long black hair hung down over her shoulders.

"Nonsense, in a place called California they wear nothing at all on the beaches. To be almost dressed is better than naked. Anyone can be naked, but few can afford to be deliciously naked. We want our customers to see the beauty of our jewels and the border patrol will drool at the sight of one this lovely."

What was that supposed to mean? Didn't he care if anybody bought his jewelry? Mentally, Shirlee stuck that fact away in the pile of questionable facts. Both Bu and Kim were standing next to Hiro on the platform and for the first time, Shirlee got a full profile view of the man whose picture had rattled her mercilessly earlier that day. Even in his casual dress, he seemed graceful and self assured.

"Will the jewelry get in the way?" asked Kim simply, and the hidden police informer watched as Manchu smiled slowly in consent. Hiro appeared unconcerned about being nude in front of this cocksman and she didn't flinch when Manchu stepped closer, nearly touching her; and she didn't shrink away when he slinked his hands under the chain of jewelry and cupped the small mounds of her budding breasts. Hiro seemed to purr like a cat, standing with her back slightly arched and her pelvis thrust towards Manchu's meaty loins. Shirlee could see the girl's black pussy hair, thick as a rain forest, inches away from the growing bulge in Manchu's slacks which testified to his approval of her tawny naked beauty.

"You are a panther, the sleekest of cats," he told her in his soft, clear voice. "After this showing you will be famous . . . on the cover of Vogue. Does that please you?"

The girl blinked her spidery eyelashes just once and nodded, casting a quizzical look at Kim as if silently asking for directions.

"Then please your master," Manchu instructed her calmly, placing his brown hands on her soft shoulders and gently forcing her to her knees. Both women seemed to know what was expected of them in this electrified moment, even if Shirlee was perplexed. Kim crouched down next to the bejeweled model ceremoniously, her small hands reaching out confidently to undo the zipper of Manchu's pants with practiced ease as if it were step number one in a long procedure yet to unravel. Shirlee shivered with emotion as she realized that the three people had forgotten the jewelry showing and were about to enact a sex act, ignorant of the spy hiding behind the curtain. Shirlee bit her lip, knowing what happened in the next few minutes would certainly upset her, but unfortunately, she was stuck. In their silent passion they would certainly hear her opening the door, and panic rooted her to the spot. She watched, filled with a sense of horrified fascination as Kim agilely opened Manchu's pants, exposing the length of his fully erect penis.

The blonde haired informer gasped with fright, remembering her reaction when she had first seen Larry's hard penis that evening a few years back in Blackpool, and recalling how shocked she had been at the sheer size of it. And Manchu's cock was nearly twice that size, seeming so thick that a delicate hand like Hiro's could barely close around it. Suddenly, the girl understood what Manchu had in mind for her. There would be no lovemaking in the usual manner. He was going to violate her mouth, going to force the monstrous hunk of golden meat between her glossy lips and thrust it vilely into the back of her throat.

Oh, god! Shirlee bit her fist, her eyes watering as she forgot to blink.

"Now, my Thai maiden, I want you to suck my cock. Do you understand? Kim will show you how I prefer to have it done and if you learn how to do it well, you can become a very rich and famous model. . ."

On cue, Kim leaned forward past Hiro, taking the huge sack of Manchu's testicles in one hand and his virilely throbbing cock in the other. The man was uncircumcised, like most Orientals, and the woman expertly pushed back the thick covering of golden skin, exposing the bright scarlet bulb of his slippery cockhead. Shirlee could hardly believe her eyes and she found that she was absentmindedly digging her nails into the palms of her hands. She was torn between a desperate desire to close her eyes and stop up her ears, and an equally powerful curiosity which demanded that she watch and absorb every lurid detail. The curiosity won and she watched with investigatory enthusiasm.

"Like this, Hiro," Kim coached the model. "You have to take him deep, all the way into the back of your throat, okay? If you breathe evenly, you won't choke . . . and use your tongue, he likes that."

Shirlee studied the Thai girl's stoic expression, searching for a trace of fear or hesitation, but Hiro's smooth features were calm as if the pleasure of sucking this man's cock was her ultimate fantasy. Shirlee suspected that the girl perhaps realized that she had one chance to make it to the top of this competitive business and this was it! If she wanted a part of Manchu's famous showing, the girl was probably grateful to have the chance. Manchu was one of the richest men in the Orient and no doubt half of Hong Kong's female population would give anything for this chance to kneel slavishly before this man and suck his long thick maledom.

The lesson continued. Kim took a deep breath as Manchu stood patiently looking down at her, and then seemed to suck the man's lust thickened cock directly into the forbidden cavern of her moistly welcoming mouth. Shirlee, shivering with excitement and goose-bumping nervousness, watched in agony of mixed emotions, half-appalled by what she was seeing and half-stimulated by it. She had heard of this vile perversion (Larry had once asked her to perform it on him). She had refused, flatly and irrevocably.

Never had she considered trying it and never had she expected to find herself hiding behind a curtain watching others perform this unholy act . . . not to mention watching a lesbian teach a Thai model how to suck off a smuggling kingpin. Could she tell Chad Barker about this? She swallowed dryly, doubting that sincerely.

"You see, Hiro," mumbled Kim, slowly and reluctantly withdrawing the man's wetly glistening cock from her ovalled mouth. "Now you try . . . you think you've got it?"

The stony faced girl nodded, her face passive and immobile, sliding her delicate hands up Manchu's thighs as she moved so close to the man that her high, pointy little breasts scraped against his legs. Kim sat back on her haunches, gazing up at the supple bodied model with obvious desire, and Shirlee somehow guessed that after Hiro learned to satisfy Manchu, she would have to contend with Kim's sexual perversions!

Manchu was the aggressor, maneuvering his pulsating male organ in close and rubbing it lewdly over the dusky surface of her stoic face, teasing and torturing the model by playfully trying to keep it away from her mouth. Shirlee studied his tawny face, seeing clearly for the first time the evilness in him, the perfidious sadistic expression. Deliberately, he tormented the girl, not to increase his own sexual pleasure, but as a means of declaring himself master, making her beg for the privilege of taking his penis into the soft moistness of her mouth. How sadistic!

Then his gnarled fingers tightened in her black hair and he stopped teasing her. The girl caught his abrupt change in mood, sensing that he was now ready for the real action. She held his hardness delicately in her long fingered hands, the way Kim had demonstrated, her lips parting slightly as she directed the long bulbous rod of flesh directly into the warmly moistened cavern of her mouth.

"That's it," Shirlee heard Manchu coo, grinning broadly as he watched the lust swollen tip of his cock slowly disappearing into the girl's willing mouth. She began to nibble him, sliding the warm moist flesh of her lips gently over his throbbing cock as she slaved to excite him. Flicking her chained hips forward, Manchu invaded her a few more inches and Shirlee could see Kim swallowing frantically, trying to adjust to the lewd notion of having her mouth penetrated by this enormous pole of solid Oriental flesh. It even occurred to the hidden informer that the girl had probably never done this before. She tried to picture herself kneeling submissively before some cruelly dominant man like Manchu and accepting the lust hardened shaft of his penis into her virginal mouth. The image refused to register in her mind, and she felt nauseated at the thought. Someday, perhaps, she would find a man to love and marry (if he didn't get in the way of her career) but she would never, never let a male degrade her the way Manchu was degrading Hiro. Never!

There sounded a low moan from the stage, and Shirlee returned her attention quickly to the lewd drama being played out before her. Manchu had begun to flick his hips mercilessly backwards and forwards, driving the uncompromising cock ruthlessly in and out of the girl's cruelly stretched mouth. The young informer expected to see Hiro trying to break away, or at least mumble some kind of protest at this brutal treatment, but to her amazement, the girl had not moaned in agony but in heated excitement. In fact, she showed every sign of enjoying her salacious task, her whole brown body twitching and grinding to the tune of tinkling chains as she threw herself into her task joyfully. Manchu was going wild, his hips jerking back and forth as she slavered over his throbbing cock and Kim sat and watched, anxiously, awaiting her turn to ravish the young girl's helpless body.

In her rattled mind, Shirlee kept asking herself what it must feel like, wondering how Hiro could possibly be crooning and groaning with excitement despite the fact that she was being wickedly abused in the mouth. Manchu was really skewering into her throat now, fucking deeper and deeper with every sadistic stroke. The girl's mouth was obviously filled with saliva, forming a smooth warm sheath for the man's monstrous penis as it pummeled faster and faster into her face. His huge inflated balls were beating a steady rhythm of jungle lust against Hiro's chin. Shirlee stared as if she were paralyzed, watching with horrified fascination as the critical moment approached. Manchu was muttering obscenity after obscenity down on the top of her recklessly bobbing head as he watched his long, super-hardened penis disappearing into the tight oval hole formed by the model's pouting lips, clasping wetly around his driving cock like the cruelly stretched lips of a virginal vagina. In fact, he was fucking her mouth precisely as if it were merely a kind of cunt he could batter and plunder to his whim.

"Oh, that's it, baby!" he suddenly grunted, the ecstasy obvious in his voice as his back suddenly stiffened and arched dramatically. Manchu gripped her head between his hands, emitting a long low groan as if he were in pain, and Shirlee realized with a deepening sense of horror that he was cumming. Somehow her brain could not quite understand that he was going to end it this way, with his penis ejaculating hot sticky sperm into Hiro's mouth, but there was no longer any way of denying the plain fact of the stark reality. The stoic girl's face was twisted perfidiously and she was choking and sputtering, as the warm syrupy liquid sprayed evilly into the back of her open sucking throat. Hiro made no effort to avoid her fate, gulping and gagging valiantly as he emptied his seed completely into her sperm-filled mouth.

Suddenly, it was over with. Manchu released the girl's head, and she collapsed on the stage at his feet, still mechanically swallowing the heated cum he had ruthlessly forced down her throat. Kim ignored the model for a moment, quickly leaning forward and cleaning off Manchu's glistening penis, swiping off the sticky threads of cum with her agile, practiced tongue, then re-clasping his fly for him while he stood patiently looking down at the two slave women at his feet.

"She'll do," he commented dryly when Kim rose once again to her feet, her cheeks flushed.

"She's the best available, Bu. I know you had your heart set on a blonde, but they're scarce," replied the lesbian woman hungrily, hardly able to drag her eyes off the exhausted body of the model. "I thought I'd give her a few pointers, if that's okay with you."

"Sure," nodded Manchu as if he could care less. "Just don't wear her out."