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It took the space of time for three raindrops to reach the bottom of the window and fall off into the gutter for her to fully consider all of the implications thereof, and, by proxy, her own sexuality. It wasn't that she denied herself pleasure. She took Yakumo, her Japanese bodyguard, when it pleased her. And her quest for money, and the power it brought, was worn like a badge of pleasure-seeking; she had no pangs of conscience to hide it. But now, this... it was something more raw in nature, something that the fixer couldn't easily fix. It was the realm of emotion, of the Plum Blossom, as the Northerners called it, a realm of sex... and by its nature, it was wild.
Now she had to consider something more than what she could take, or what she could buy. Now she had to consider what she -- her body -- really wanted.
She didn't consider herself a lesbian. But still, there was a feeling at her core, like the sound of a single cricket chirping in the rain, when she thought of the eyes of Marta Nys upon her. Marta's lesbian preference was well-known; now, through the challenge of that moment, she had forced Ling Ling to consider the same thing... to consider herself, and her desirability.
She recalled her first thought when she discovered that Pai and Yakumo were lovers. There they were, not knowing that they were being observed by their employer, who sought to discover the source of the sounds coming from Pai's room at Ling Ling's suite, mating with an animal frenzy. Pai's back was arched, her fingernails dug deeply into Yakumo's broad and unfeeling shoulders, her breasts thrust forward as she bucked on Yakumo's lap, impaled on his hardness, and her cries were becoming a long wail of senses-filling release as they both catapulted towards a climax. Ling Ling closed the door after herself, walking out as they both came, with the sole worry that this would impede their efficiency in their jobs.
Now, though, Ling Ling watched the rain come down the window, and saw it as a symbol not of suffering, so ubiquitous in Hong Kong, but of sexual vitality, which wended its way down, down the smooth glass in sensual curves. She smiled.
Perhaps it was time, she thought...
It was that time of the night which was made so false in Hong Kong -- bright and garish in tones of red and green, enough so that street lights were unnecessary at this midnight hour. Marta Nys, with a cheap umbrella offering a bare minimum of protection, strode purposefully down the street, in and out of the crowd. She let her emotions lead her tonight, and no one knew it better than the unfortunate local six blocks behind her who she left crumpled in an alley in need
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