Made in Taiwan 27

Day 253

As I exited the taxi, the butterflies in my stomach felt as though they were about to burst out. Trying to keep my legs together, I struggled to my high-heeled feet while unintentionally flashing, anyone who cared to look, a view of my silky pink panties.

It was eight o’clock at night, and I was stood outside a tall hotel building in a part of the city I’d never been to before. Upstairs, Long Bo lay in wait, and I was so scared I could barely walk.

Shuffling up to the front door, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the glass window and froze. It was a familiar image by now, but it still made me feel sick to my stomach.

I shook my head and thought back to when I'd first boarded the flight to Taiwan. I was so full of excitement and hope, anticipating what the future would bring. Well, here it was, staring me in the face, and I didn’t want it one bit.

Looking at my heavily made-up face, I batted my thick dark lashes and stared at my huge blown-up lips, wondering if I’d ever be able to look like the old me again. There was a time when I believed it might be possible. But, after all the salon trips, an injection here, a skin treatment there, it was hard to imagine my face looking anything but feminine. And that’s before even considering my body.

Looking down, the first thing I saw, the first thing I always saw, were the twin globes jutting out from the front of my extremely short pink dress. From the moment I woke up to the moment I went to bed, they were constantly on my mind. Drawing looks and pulling me off balance with every step. I had no idea how to get rid of them, after all, they had been implanted into my chest. And accompanied by all the other changes to my body, the slim waist, smooth tanned skin, and developing bubblebutt, thanks to months of diet and exercise. The old Grant Gale had been completely erased and replaced.

Shaking my head, I felt the weight of the heavy hoop earring in my ears sway gently back and forth. More than anything, I wanted to leave, to run away, but a little voice in my head kept telling me I needed to do this.

Taking a deep breath and wishing for one of those pills Simona used to give me before the incident at the beach. I took one last look at the slutty looking girl looking back at me with disdain in her eyes. I was about to become one of those women, willing to give up their body for some favour in return. There’s a name for a person like that, and after that night, I knew it was going to be a label I’d forever have to live with.

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Standing outside room 1106, I was shaking like a leaf. I must have stood there for a good five minutes before I somehow found the courage to softly knock on the door.

I heard footsteps approach, and then the door opened. A smartly dressed man, probably in his mid-fifties opened it and stood there looking me up and down. I guess, he wasn’t bad looking for his age, a little on the heavy side, with a few grey hairs contrasting his jet-black hair, not that it mattered.

“Come in”, the man commanded, in Chinese, still looking me up and down with a little smile on his thin lips.

With wobbly legs, I obeyed, tottering in past him and made my way to the centre of the room, which consisted of a large double bed, a writing desk and chair, and little else.

Hearing the door close, I turned to face him and again saw the smile on his face as he undressed me with his eyes. He walked towards me, coving the same ground in three steps where it had taken me ten. He stopped in front of me, so close I could feel his breath on my face. Looking up at him, I could tell he wasn’t one for small talk. This man was all about business. Without a word, he gently removed the handbag from my shoulder, placing it on the chair before taking a hold of the back of my head.

Running his fingers through my long-extended hair, he smashed his lips against mine and started kissing me roughly. Stood there like a statue, I felt his other hand slip down the straps of my minidress to release the girls. I felt the full force of gravity pull them downwards before Long Bo’s free hand took a hold of one, partially supporting its weight.

Feeling sick to my stomach, he started rubbing my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, before breaking the kiss and ducking his head. In an instant, he took my erect, sensitive nipple into his mouth and began to nibble softly. I fought back the urge to let out a little moan. I can’t deny that it felt nice after so long without any attention. But my overriding thought was disgust.

For what seemed like an eternity, Long Bo, suckled away until I felt him take my hand, and guide it towards his crotch. Without me noticing, he had lowered his pants and was now completely naked from the waist down.

Trembling, he guided my long acrylic nails along the length of his little soldier, standing to attention, as I resisted the urge to throw up. With his rock-hard member in the palm of my hand, something inside me snapped. “No”, I screamed, pulling away and trying to step back.

Long Bo looked confused. “Yes”, he counted, grabbing my wrists, and pulling me towards him. Struggling, I managed to break free with one hand and slapped him hard across the face, shouting no one more time. As you can imagine, he didn’t like this as I watched his face turn angry and red. He reached out to once again grab my loose arm, but before he got the chance, I thrust forward with my knee, connecting hard with a place I knew would hurt. Long Bo screamed and fell to the ground. I knew his pain first-hand, and as he writhed around on the ground, shouting obscenities at me in Chinese, I used the opportunity to escape.

In a flash, I was out the door and hurtling down the corridor towards the elevator. My only thought, to get out of there as quickly as possible. But having never moved that quickly wearing such tall shoes before, I caught my heel on the carpet and tumbled to the ground.

Dazed, I looked up to see one of my shoes lying in front of me. I gazed at it for a second and felt a mixture of anger and stupidity. It was the same shoe; Simona had worn to the white party all those months ago. The same shoe she had sauntered up to me wearing, outside the club when she'd asked to hang out the next day. At that time, I had looked down at the sexy nude six-inch stilettoes gracing her feet and felt lust. That feeling had changed, all I felt at that moment was disgust and hatred.

Pulling myself gingerly to my feet, I wanted nothing more than to remove the other shoe from my foot and toss it down the corridor. But that's not what I did. Instead, knowing how dirty the streets outside were. I hopped over to the cursed object, slipped it back on my foot. Which turned out to be a good idea in the end, realising as soon as I stepped outside that I'd left my handbag on the chair upstairs.

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