At the Y

One of the dangers of dining at a Chinese resturant

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						At the Y


	A taste of happiness was all he sought that night as he 
turned out of his driveway towards the Chinese restaurant a few 
miles down the interstate.  All week, he had choked down TV-dinners 
and micro waved hamburgers, only to go to be with an upset stomach 
and diarrhea.  His high-stress job was of little help to his 
sensitive digestive system, and only his occasional meal break at 
Hung Los would offer respite from the antacid bottle.  He knew all 
the waitresses by now and was even on an informal conversational 
level with the owner.  Tonight he would dine alone; unusual, as 
this was his primary site for coercing a sweet young thing to spend 
a night under the covers with him.  
	As he entered, he was escorted to a small private booth in 
the corner that was usually only reserved for special guests who 
would come to sample the fine food and the delights in the brothel 
just beyond.  It was a Wednesday night, and business was quite slow 
he noted; yet the air was filled with the gentle scent of jasmine, 
and the oriental tapestries generously distributed throughout the 
restaurant were always a feast for his eyes.  Savoring the Kowloon 
tea, he ordered the house specialty, and let his mind wander back 
on the days events.  It had been a highly successful conference, 
and he was sure to receive a substantial bonus once the final 
papers were signed.  
	The ambiance begin to relax him, and before he could fully 
adjust, a trap door opened beneath his butt cheeks, and he found 
himself sliding down a long spiral ramp to some dim lights below.  
He slid onto the floor with a dull thud as his cup of tea followed 
his descent and landed on his head with a dull sound and shattered 
into tiny pieces as it fell on the floor beside him.  He couldn’t 
move, and although his senses were keen, his responses were non-
existent.  Two of the waitresses stood over him; one had a name tag 
that read Kim-Lee.  His breath came in shallow gasps as his chest 
tightened in anxiety as the other waitress, named Rose, raised a 
large carving knife above his chest.
	With the skill of a hunter, Rose used the blade to cut away 
his clothing as one would remove the skin from a slain carcass.  
She then deftly moved the blade down to his genitals and traced 
patterns along the shaft of his flaccid manhood.  Turning to Kim-
Lee, she spoke in hushed tones, while keeping her eyes fixed on her 
male captive and the point of the knife blade ever so close to his 
shriveling scrotum.  After a few gestures, Kim-Lee gingerly removed 
her garments exposing the timeless beauty of her delicate body.  
Her pale white skin glowed, and her tiny breasts pointed upward 
with the firmness of youth.  Pausing only to run her delicate 
fingers along the flower of her femininity, she squatted over his 
hapless face, and began to rub her shaved pussy over his lips as 
she massaged her nipples with her hands.  The other girl began to 
message his awakening manhood, bringing vibrant color to its head 
and silky firmness to its shaft.  
	He was unable to consciously respond, but his hips and lips 
began to move simultaneously as Kim-Lee began to press down more 
forcefully and his straining manhood felt the warmth of his captors 
mouth as she embraced it with gentle suction.  Soon Kim-Lee spasmed 
with a wet orgasm, her warm fluids filling his mouth as her nipples 
danced in front of his eyes with her orgasmic gyrations.  He could 
feel the pressure building in his loins, as his boiling essence 
positioned itself for the final explosive leg of its life giving 
journey.  As his glans expanded to offer the outpouring semen 
easier egress, Rose brought the carving knife under the firm ball 
sack, and neatly sliced through the tender skin and gristle of his 
throbbing manhood.  He screamed as Rose pressed the severed trophy 
against her pussy, bringing her quickly into orgasmic ecstasy.  
Meanwhile, Kim-Lee renewed her hip grinding attack, muffling his 
screams as she cooed in erotic ecstasy.  
	Allowing the orgasm to thoroughly wash over her entire 
being, Rose rolled onto her side in the fetal position as her body 
spasmed randomly.  Unable to move, and now hardly able to breath, 
he realized his time on this world was soon to expire, and so, with 
a final act of defiance, he waited until Kim-Lee had positioned 
herself over his opened mouth, and he bit down with every ounce of 
strength he could muster.  Although it was barely enough to break 
the skin, Kim-Lee, jumped up in horror, and kicked him in the head, 
effectively snapping his neck with the effort.  After several more 
kicks in anger, she grasped the knife from where it had fallen to 
the floor, and began to fillet the meat from his thighs and chest.  
Rose stirred, and crawled over to help her co-worker.  There was 
much to do in preparation, and they both wanted to leave a lasting 
impression on their future husbands.