THE SADDEST GIRL SINCE THE SONG DYNASTY

SFTC - PART II

Thus, with nothing better to do than to fully exploit the inn's bonus facilities while everyone else was unconscious, she set about sabotaging a perfectly functioning kettle, creating both a problem and an excuse with which to seek passably urgent redress.

Lady Zhao spent twenty minutes in the shower, a further forty applying makeup according to the I-didn't-realize-you-had-any-on doctrine, dressed in provocative night-clothes (short-shorts and a tank-top would have to do – had they not packed in such a hurry, she might have thought to bring her flimsy silk night dress), grabbed the kettle, and headed over to the address across the street the guy had specified in case any issues arose, splashing inelegantly through black puddles in a pair of communal flip-flops as she made the twenty-second dash between the front doors.

He looked confused and apologetic and joined her to return to the apartment he was in charge of renting out. He said it had been working the day before – an hour before Lady Zhao and her group had arrived, in fact. She proposed it might be the socket, and, taking advantage of his general incoherence, walked them to the sofa in the living area to test an alternative wall fixture. And that's when she went SFTC – straight for the cock.

At first he thought she had made a mistake, and so began to reassure her that such an activity wasn't necessary for the discount he had offered, or the trouble he had gone to getting up in the middle of the night. But soon enough, he realized he was the one being predated.

"There are other guests staying here... What if they walk in?"

"You just have to be quieter," Lady Zhao advised.

Twenty minutes later, with her new friend expressing amazement in self-directed whispers that someone as wealthy, intelligent and, in general, sophisticated as Lady Zhao – he assumed these to be the attributes of everyone from Shanghai – had taken an interest in him, she at last felt drowsy. She thanked him for his diligence regarding the kettle even though the mystery fault had never been resolved, and recommended he return next door.

With Ander around, and with work so busy, Lady Zhao had had little time or opportunity to have any x-rated fun in the last month. So if nothing would come of her more metaphysical objectives that weekend, at least she had ended a short but not negligible drought. The sex was even reasonable-to-good, and if this guy she had just ensnared lived somewhere not so inhospitable and far, and if there was any chance at all they shared anything in common (interests, humor, background, income, prospects) other than a mutual physical attraction, she might have thought about fixing a second date. As it stood, it seemed unlikely they would ever meet again.

Shecrept back into her room and into her creaking bed and felt her eyes clamp shutand her mind power down, each without effort, the sensation of being satisfied,physically and emotionally, warming her skin.