LBFM Pt. 01

I raised my eyebrow at that comment.

"I'm surprised you're in the tax system I would have thought this was kept hush hush."

She giggled at my naivety.

"Not that type of tax, silly, them ..."

She inclined her head to the end of the bar and I kicked myself for my stupidity and nodded in understanding. She carried on.

"So, do you have kids and how do they feel about you and their mother splitting up? Who are they going to live with?"

Once again my problems rushed back in and tears started to prick my eyes and I looked down at my drink in silence. This time the hand slid along my arm to grip the back of my hand. She lent in towards me so that her mouth was close to my ear and whispered.

"Sorry, open mouth, insert foot!"

I turned towards her and our mouths were so close we were almost breathing each other's exhalations. She looked at me expectantly almost as if she was waiting for me to kiss her.

"Don't worry about it. I'll get better at handling the emotion; I'm in the grief cycle I guess ... You're very beautiful, you know."

Why did I say that?

It was true but the timing was way off. One minute I'm grieving about my failed relationship with my wife and what's going to happen to the kids and the next I'm flirting with a beautiful girl. A look of confusion passed over both our faces and she smiled uncertainly. I decided that perhaps I'd get out of there before I did something stupid.

"Err ... sorry ... you really are beautiful ... but ... I shouldn't have said that. Anyway, you need to earn some money and my personal problems aren't going to help with that."

"David, you seem to be a very sweet man. I wish there were more like you in the world and your wife must be a fool to let you go."

We both stood up and I did tower over her by nearly a foot. I bent down and kissed her on the cheek. She looked embarrassed and then glanced quickly away to the two guys at the end of the bar who, fortunately, were looking at someone else.

"Sorry, will that get you into trouble? You have been a lovely companion and I feel better for talking with you. I'm sure you are right that we could have had a good time together, even if I am old enough to be your father!"

She smiled delightfully back at me and stood on tiptoes and kissed my cheek and whispered:

"Good luck, David, I hope we meet again. Your age is nothing to do with it, in my culture we're taught to respect age and cherish maturity in our partners. Look what happened to me with a young boyfriend."

She smiled and released me and turned away scanning the room for some lucky guy as I retreated to my room.

Chapter 2

Despite, or because of, the jetlag I could not get to sleep. I watched some TV but that didn't work and my thoughts returned to the conversation with Jessica and how good she had made me feel and I realised that I wanted to talk to her some more. I got out of bed and got dressed again and returned to Harry's Bar which had thinned out considerably in the hour or so since I'd left. It was now after midnight but there were still a few girls around but Jessica was not among them. I was in two minds whether to stay but decided to have an Armagnac as a nightcap and sat back at the same stool and sat swirling the golden brown liquor in the oversized brandy glass it had been served in. A few seconds later the same quiet voice interrupted my jumbling thoughts.

"Hello David, I didn't expect to see you back tonight. Did you have trouble sleeping?"

I looked at her and saw her smiling gently at me. She then turned to the girl who she had come in with and told her that she knew me and was going to chat and sat down next to me.

"Yes and No! My head is all over the place at the moment but I enjoyed our little chat earlier so I thought I'd come and see if you were still around. If you're busy or there's a paying prospect I'll bugger off back to my room. Would you like a drink?"

She nodded and smiled warmly and made that intimate touching gesture again.

"It quietens down about now but there are sometimes guys who have been out for a night on the town and want to finish the evening off with a girl but I'm happy to sit and talk with you. I'm glad you came back to see me as you're a nice guy and you treat me like an ordinary girl, not like some, especially the Russians. They're pigs!"

I grinned in agreement.

"Yes, in my line of work we come up against them quite a lot. They're overloaded with money which is mostly ripped off from the government and think the world owes them something. It's another example of how money doesn't buy you class. Mind you, some of the rich Americans can be just as bad."

She giggled at that and looked over my shoulder and nodded in that direction.

"Shh, there's one of each just over there."

I started to turn but thought better of it and turned back to her.

"Let them hear, it's nothing I wouldn't say to their faces. The Yanks probably would agree but the Russians are too stupid and up their own arses to realise quite how obnoxious they are."

Jessica giggled again and squeezed my hand.

"Unfortunately I have to be nice to them if I want to get paid. But it can be very unpleasant at times if you won't do what they want. Most guys think they own you just because they have paid for sex but there are some things I won't do: S&M, bondage or anal. Oh, and no bareback I don't want to catch any diseases."

I had a vision of her naked on all fours before me as I ploughed my cock in and out of her gorgeous arse and tried to dismiss it but my cock started to twitch. Jan doesn't do anal and I've always wanted to try but now wasn't the time to be fantasizing about it. Especially with a girl who just said she doesn't do it! She knowingly broke into my reverie and grinned at me.

"Earth to David, you've got a faraway look in your eyes. Are you into that stuff because there are girls here who do it? The price goes up but they'll do it."

I grinned guiltily back. Busted!

"You've got a beautiful bum and I've never tried anal so it was nothing more than a collision of fantasies. I'm not into the other stuff and you are the most beautiful girl here so why would I want second best."

She looked embarrassed and smiled with an adorable shy-girl-told-she's-pretty-but-doesn't-want-to-believe-it smile.

"Come on, I can't be the first guy to say that to you?"

She stopped and pondered for a moment and then lowered her eyes away from my gaze. She spoke in a quiet voice.

"No you are not ... but ... it's because ... you're probably the first one who said it who hasn't wanted to have sex with me. I like it when you say it; I believe it and feel good about myself because I hear the truth and conviction in your voice."

I guess not all working girls can inure themselves to the lack of emotion in their profession.

She was nothing more than a young woman wanting someone to strengthen her belief in herself as a human being. Much like I was feeling myself. Two wounded psyches, two emotionally damaged people. No wonder we were comfortable in each other's company.

"Why would there not be truth and conviction there? You're a wonderful person and I'm glad we've met and our souls have touched and that I've made you feel good about yourself. It's mutual as you're helping me to heal as I've not thought much about my troubles since we started talking."

There was a burst of noise from the lounge area and three men, Russians by the sound and look of them, entered loudly and looked around. Jessica's face fell and I realised that she was apprehensive in case she had to go with one of them. My heart went out to her and I made a snap decision.

"How about you come up to my room and give me a massage. What would that cost?"

She looked surprised and relieved at the prospect and gripped my hand as a thank you. Then a mischievous grin appeared on her face.

"Is that a massage or a 'massage'?

She used her fingers to make the bunny ears and I put mock-exasperation into my voice.

"An ordinary massage, you know, one that doesn't involve my cock! What is the going rate and how long do I get?"

She giggled.

"It's HK$1000 and that would normally get you up to an hour depending on ... err ... your staying power and ... err ... whether I like you and enjoy what we're doing or not. It's the same price for a massage ... or a 'massage' or ... sex or ... silence"

She giggled nervously at this and I wondered why. She was very confident and forthright about everything else and yet she seemed shy to talk about the act itself. This made her more endearing, a bar-girl who's embarrassed about sex! HK$1000 was about £100 and I definitely couldn't put it on expenses although I'm sure there are plenty of such transactions that the bank pays for unknowingly. I was surprised by her comment.

"I thought ... err ... err ... sex workers ... weren't supposed to enjoy what they did."

She thought my description was really funny and giggled.

"David you don't have to be so delicate, I'm not a sex worker, I'm a whore and I fuck for money. I don't like doing it but if it's with someone who cares about my pleasure as well as their own, then why shouldn't I try to enjoy it. You white guys all think we're LBFM's so I like to live up to the stereotype."

I raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Err ... LBFM ...?"

She smiled that wonderful smile again and touched my arm with that gesture, almost lovingly.

"You really are one in a million. It stands for Little Brown Fucking Machine. Surely you've heard that?"

I shook my head dumbly. Despite being well travelled apparently I was an innocent abroad! I smiled sheepishly at her.

"Sorry for my ignorance I'm new to all this but I guess I'm on a steep learning curve."

She was giggling at this point and I joined in but smacked her gently on the knee.

"You are a very cheeky young lady. If you were my daughter I'd put you over my knee and spank you."

The giggle became a laugh.

"I think you'd be very disappointed if your daughter was working here and you'd be a very naught Daddy if you were thinking about anal sex with her or getting her to give you a massage. Tell me your room number and I'll join you in a minute as we're not supposed to leave together."

I finished my drink and gave Jessica my room number before going up to my room on the 6^th floor.

I tidied my stuff and then straightened the bed where I'd been trying to sleep earlier. How ironic to be tidying a bed when expecting a hooker to arrive! A few seconds later there was a discrete tap on my door. I opened it and Jessica stood there nervously.

"I always worry that I've forgotten the number or have been given the wrong room. I wouldn't want to disturb someone who's sleeping."

I stood aside to let her in and she looked around as though seeing a room in this hotel for the first time.

"Would you like a drink, I'm making myself a tea?"

She asked for a tea as well and settled onto the couch which caused her short cocktail dress to rise up over her toned thighs. I couldn't help but look and she noticed that I was checking her out and smiled slyly and pulled her skirt higher.

"Like what you see?"

I blushed at being caught out and nodded dumbly before clearing my throat.

"Yes, I said before that you were very beautiful and I meant it. Your legs are beautifully toned do you work out to keep in shape?"

She shook her head and told me that she didn't have the money to go to a gym but walked everywhere when she was in HK and at home. I made the tea and sat down beside her on the couch. She reached out and held one of my hands with both of hers and looked into my eyes.

"Just so you know I ask for money at this point but somehow I'm embarrassed to do so. You've just saved me from those guys and I feel like I owe you a freebie."

I nodded my understanding but went and got the money from my wallet anyway. She thanked me and tucked it into her purse without counting it before turning and looking at me again.

"OK, so do you want the massage straight away or shall we carry on talking?"

I said we could carry on chatting for a while and we started talking about my job and the fact that I was an investment banker who made regular trips to HK. I mentioned that the bank was thinking of sending me here permanently but I wasn't sure whether I wanted to do it or not.

"Why not? It's a great place to live if you have money and if you're an investment banker you must be very rich."

"A week ago I was all for the move but now I would be here on my own. The prospect of leaving the UK is what caused Jan, my wife, to tell me she was going off with Steven. The kids would stay in their boarding schools during term time so they won't come apart from in the school holidays. I'll be here on my Jack Jones."

"Jack Jones?"

"Ahh, an English idiom you don't know. Its rhyming slang ... on my Jack Jones means 'on my own'."

"Well do what a lot of white ex-pats do; hire yourself a house-keeper."

"I'm not sure I'll need a house-keeper, I'd only live in a small place."

She burst out laughing again.

"You really are a special person! Innocent, but special! Perhaps I should say a bed-warmer not a house-keeper but you wouldn't get a work permit for a bed-warmer!"

Again, I blushed at my stupidity but decided to make a joke out of it.

"I guess the job interview is held in the bed to see how warm they make it."

She smiled and nodded at my lame joke and then put a hand on my thigh, dangerously close to my groin. My cock twitched. She looked at me coquettishly.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like me to show you how warm I make it? It will help you sleep I'm sure. You've already paid for it so consider it a freebie."

I was torn. Not because I needed sex but the thought of just holding onto another human being was so inviting. However, I knew where the little brain would eventually try to lead although I was not sure he would perform. Did I really want the humiliation of not being able to get it up? I looked back into her eyes.

"Jessica, I couldn't think of anyone more lovely than you to warm my bed but I'm not sure it's a good idea. I'm not sure why I think that as you are a truly beautiful girl and most men would have jumped your bones already. Let's leave it for a rain check the next time I'm in HK."

She placed a hand either side of my face and pulled me forward to kiss me softly on the lips and then whispered.

"Special, special man! How about I give you that massage to help you sleep?"

I nodded my acquiescence and started to undo the buttons on my shirt. She stopped me and got up and knelt down at my feet and unlaced my shoes and took off my socks. She then knelt up in front of me and started to unbutton my shirt looking almost lovingly into my eyes whilst she did it. Once the buttons were undone and the front of the shirt was open she ran the palms of her hands over my chest and circled my nipples with her thumbs. My nipples have never been particularly sensitive but on this occasion I felt a very definite tremble of lust and shivered slightly. She noticed and smiled knowingly before leaning in to kiss and tongue my left nipple before switching to the right. The tremble turned into a tremor and the shiver became a shake.

She leant back and gave me a knowing smirk.

"Are you sure about this, special man?"

I answered with a knowing smirk of my own and captured her two wrists with my hands.

"You're being cheeky again. I might still have to spank you."

She giggled delightfully.

"I was just trying it on. You're very good at resisting."

"And you're irresistible so I guess that makes me the immovable object. It's very sexy being undressed by you but I think I'll do it myself to avoid further temptation."

I turned my back to her and quickly shed my shirt and dropped my trousers but left my boxers on and climbed onto the bed and turned to her. My jaw fell about 50 feet. Apart from a skimpy black thong she was completely naked. She was gorgeous. High breasts with just a hint of tear-drop, probably a B cup with large dark nipples and hardly any areola; flawless golden brown skin; a trim waist that flared into narrow hips and legs that seemed longer now the dress was gone. She smiled when she saw my reaction and turned slowly so I could check out her bum which was indeed world class and the string of the thong between her gloriously tight buttocks just emphasised that fact.

"Why ... why ... have you ... taken your clothes off?" I stammered.

She smiled the cheeky smile again as she put her long dark hair into a pony-tail. She looked about 15!

A beautiful, exquisite schoolgirl!

"I didn't want to crease my dress and who knows you may still change your mind."

I shook my head in mock exasperation but smiled broadly at the beautiful sight. The temptation grew stronger and my cock definitely twitched.

She made me pull back the covers and lie face down on the bed in case I fell asleep in mid massage. She got on the bed and knelt with her knees either side of my buttocks and her bottom sitting on my thighs. She'd found the complimentary hand lotion from the bathroom and squirted a generous amount onto my shoulders and upper back. I flinched at the cool lotion but soon her warm hands were smoothing it across my back and down to the base of my spine in a sensuous rhythm. It was heaven. She may not have been giving a deep tissue sports massage but it was decidedly relaxing and stimulating at the same time. The relaxation started to win out and I began to drift off until I felt her put more lotion on my back and then lie down on me and start to massage me with her body. I could feel the hard nubs of her nipples scraping across my skin and my cock was doing more than twitching at the thought of her beautiful body caressing mine. I groaned with pleasure but growled at her.

"Jessica! Enough! Let me go to sleep. You must need some sleep too or are you going back to the bar? It's nearly 2.00am."

She sat back up and giggled.

"Don't you want me to do your front?"

I craned my neck to look back at her, beautifully naked, sitting on my buttocks and grinned in return.

"I'd love you to but for safety sake I think not, especially if you were going to do it like you've just done my back!"

She pouted and stuck her tongue out at me.

"Spoilsport ... I'm sure the irresistible force was winning then.

She was dead right there but I wasn't going to admit that. She got off me and I watched that magnificent arse undulate as she crossed to get her dress. She looked back and grinned when she saw me looking and exaggerated the hip sway.

I almost gave in, especially when she made the simple act of putting on her dress more erotic than most striptease acts I've seen and her laughing eyes maintained contact with mine as she covered first one beautiful breast and then the other in a slow, provocative manner.

"Ok, I'm going to head home, the bar will be quiet and there are enough girls to cope. I normally go home about now."

"Where do you stay?"

"Further up in Kowloon, on the 20^th floor of an apartment block. 6 of us share two rooms to keep the cost down."

I decided that the comfort of cuddling with this gorgeous girl was too strong a temptation.

"Would you like to stay here? The bed is plenty big enough. Excuse my ignorance but do you charge to stay all night?"

She smiled in delight.

"I would love to stay. The apartment is very noisy and this bed is much more comfortable than mine. Normally I do charge, but if we're just going to sleep then I won't on this occasion for my special man. You should be charging me for sharing your hotel room. Maybe I can audition for the bed-warmer job!"

She giggled at that and went into the bathroom. I heard the shower run and drifted off to sleep thinking about the beautiful LBFM in my shower.