Final Flu Shanghai by Jadling

Chapter 4

week, he felt in control of it in the moment. He was claiming them, making them his, and he knew they would come to him soon, give him their bodies, and bear his children. What a rush, seeing their faces go from broadcasting you can't have me to urgently pleading take me now, transforming instantly from unapproachable intimidating top fashion models into his fanatically devoted concubines, urgently craving him, instantly wet for him, squirming in anticipation.

Fuck, he wanted them so much right now. He wanted to just call in sick. Take them all back up to Kai-Ming's office. Ravish them all and then tell Kai-Ming to bring more. But he resisted somehow. He knew he would have them. They were connected. And it was better to wait. He somehow knew two of them weren't quite as ripe as they could be, needing a few more hours to stew and become ready for him. No, ready wasn't quite the right word. Hilariously wrong, actually, as he glanced again across all of their faces. They were all so very ready now, so wet, so eager, squirming and panting, lusciously eye-fucking him right there in the lobby. No. Not ready, fertile. In a few hours Sun Hee and Francesca could be even more fertile for him. He just knew it somehow. He would wait, leave them, go to work. They were inevitably going to be his now. All of this, this whole insane experience, it was all completely inevitable. It was out of his hands, and still gathering momentum exponentially. All that was up to him to decide was whether to enjoy it. And holy fuck, he would.

Kai-Ming smiled and said, "Okay, everyone, thanks, and let's get back to work. And thank you so much Jim, it was such a pleasure meeting you." Despite the direct orders from their boss, the five new models didn't rush back to the elevator. They stood rooted to the spot for a minute watching Jim as he walked to the door. As he reached the door he looked back and saw Citra whispering to them and handing out what looked like party invitation cards, which seemed to make them feel better.

He got back into Leizu's van, a little sad to find the back now empty. As she drove him to work she gave him her contact info and told him to let her know if there were any changes to his schedule, and to consider his schedule after work tonight already fully booked. She said she'd pick him up at work after his last meeting. As he stepped out of the van, she handed him a stack of white cards.

"Jim, this is important," she said. "If you have any accidental acquisitions today, give them one of these cards. If you don't, you're going to have women following you around making a scene, doing desperate things to try to find you, or even harming themselves in despair. You don't know what this thing can do to them. Really, it's not ok to leave them hanging. Promise me you'll hand these cards out, ok?"

He took the cards and nodded, again amazed how they thought of everything. The cards simply said, "I understand. I will help you. Contact my assistant Leizu to arrange," followed by her email address and phone number.

He arrived at work just a couple minutes late for his meeting, and fell easily back into the routines of regular life, as if the previous night, this morning's commute, and the stop at the modeling agency had all been dreams.