he coast guard searched the yacht and found nothing and a moment later they had left. Laura didn’t mention the fact that I couldn’t take my eyes off her assets and neither did I.
Life just got better with Laura Riley, (or so it seemed) when she invited her girlfriend Mei Cheung over to stay. Mei was living in the city so she was coming over for a night. I’d had girls perform on each other for ‘my’ benefit but it was nothing like watching the real thing.
The evening was going well. They had food in her room. About nine-ish I tapped on the door with a couple of bottles of rum, knowing this was Laura’s favourite. Laura and Mei shared a ‘look’ just before they started pouring the shots. I matched the two girls shot for shot. Not sure when it all went black, but I awoke on the floor; immensely drunk. There were noises and giggles coming from the bed and instead of being aroused I was incensed! I was furious and completely unable to say why. I crawled over to the bed pushed Laura over and got in with them. Not for any horizontal exercise but to stop theirs!
“BOSS!” Laura said.
“Go to sleep Laura that’s an ORDER!” I managed to slur. I felt her shrug her shoulders and when I awoke the following morning with the hangover from hell both girls were gone.
Laura came in a few minutes later drying her hair; she’d been to shower. Had the two girls managed to??? I shook the thought from my head; they better hadn’t had. I was still fuming. I put my head back on the pillow. “Boss I need to get dressed.” She said.
“So? Get dressed. You haven’t got anything I haven’t seen billions of times before, but yours appear to be in lesser quantity than most.” I sneered. I wanted to hurt her, I wanted to knock her confidence. She shrugged her shoulders like as if it just didn’t matter and went to the wardrobe; opening the door standing behind it to get dressed.
I tried to lift my head off the pillow but it hurt too much. I noticed she didn’t wear a bra. I wanted to make a snide comment but couldn’t bring myself to. I supposed to her what men thought of her didn’t matter, she was with a girl. I fumed some more. “You’re a fucking bitch do you know that?!” I was still slurring.
“Yeah! And you’re a fucking lightweight, ‘pussy! Get out of my bed!” When I opened my eyes she was smirking.
“I deserved that.”
“You’re fucking right you did or I wouldn’t have said it!” and with that, she was gone and I still couldn’t move my head. A few minutes later she appeared in a hoody and joggers with water and painkillers.
She had left her phone on charge on the side; so I took a sneak peek. Messages in Chinese between her and Mei Cheing. I wondered if any of them were ‘hot’ so I forwarded them to my phone for translation at a later date, namely the second my head stopped pounding and my libido returned. You see them talking about sucking each other’s clits was just fine, doing it was something else altogether and I hadn’t yet figured out why the thought of it drove me wild with desire but the actual act of it maddened me beyond logic.
I was about to receive the biggest shock when I translated the texts. The conversation went pretty much like this. Laura asked Mei Cheng to come over and pretend to be her girlfriend ‘like back in the day’. When Mei Cheng asked her why she said because, ‘I heard him talking to his mum and he thinks all females are after his money and his to be the ‘woman with the boss’ I need him to know I’m here just to be his bodyguard.’
I was surprised, not once did she slate me; or talk trash about me. It seemed she had set the whole thing up to make me more comfortable around her. I was impressed, but… did this mean she wasn’t gay? Or even better did it mean she swung both ways? Somehow it was this thought that made me realise I thought about the Tomboy in more than a professional capacity, for which I could have quite happily slapped myself. Still, I decided to make a concerted effort to stop looking at her like she was my property and more like she was my employee.