Sex and the Squirting Dwarf

Chapter 3

Met her in a coffee shop two weeks after kicking her out of my apartment. She had found male company and a new place to stay. The funny thing was that I had introduced Alan to her. A sixty-year-old non-practicing lawyer who specialized in young Asian girls.

He would meet them on online dating sites and pay for their visas and their tuition fees. In exchange, they would have sex with him-and they were supposed to pay him back when they would start working. Unfortunately, things never worked out well for Alan. The girls would run away upon the completion of the nurse-training program and shack up with younger and more handsome guys.

It happened three times in a row. I felt sorry for him. He was not a bad guy. He treated his women well enough. He kept them well fed and never abused them. That's why I decided to introduce Marina to him. I figured out that maybe things could work out between the two of them. She may not have been from the Philippines but she was short and dark skinned. Exactly the way Alan liked them.

He liked the way their thick dark nipples poked out of their flat chests.

"Like worms coming out of the Earth," he once cackled.

"How is she in the sack?" I asked him when Marina went to the toilet for a piss.

"She's good, but you got to have a couple of lifesaving jackets around the house."

"I know what you mean. I always had a mop handy right next to my bed when she was around."

"You know," he said with the air of an expert, "We may have come across something big here. Squirting dwarves could be the next big internet sensation."

"You want to turn her into a star?"

"Circus attraction more like."

"Shut up. Here she comes."

The little squirt sat next to my bulky friend and gave me a weird look. As if she wanted to tell me it was too late for regrets. She possessed the features of an intelligent hamster and her eyes were full of curiosity about my current situation. Maybe she was waiting for Alan to leave us alone for a moment so that she would get the chance to ask me when would it be convenient to come over for a short visit.

Alan started blabbering about their plans for the near future. How they would get married and travel to China to meet her family. He would also help her edit and publish her finished manuscript. It was titled More Than a Miracle and dealt with the experiences of a young Asian immigrant in her host nation. Judging by her description it did not seem more than a lousy rendering of her own personal experiences mixed up with some lame feminist rhetoric about the liberation of modern day peasant women growing up in rice paddies.

She began talking about her experiences growing up in such a place. How one of her sisters was knocked up at the age of thirteen. How her parents could not afford to send her to school and made her work in the fields from the age of seven. Her bare feet were always smeared with cow dung and she only ate meat once a month.

For a while, it seemed impossible that she would escape this world but it happened. One of her sisters got married to a man who worked in the city and they needed help with the baby. Rather than spending money on a housemaid, they brought Marina over from the village. They did not pay her anything but gave her free accommodation, clothing and food. Once a week they took her out to the zoo or the beach. Compared to her previous existence this was a dream.

Yet, Marina was not content with her current lifestyle. During her walks outside, she saw the tall blue-eyed foreigners strolling around with their families or their lovers. How much she desired to be noticed by these noble, compassionate beings and become accepted as one of them.

The problem was that she did not speak their language and there was no way she could afford the fees to a language school. Her only option was to study by herself in her free time. She also joined an English club with free membership and attended their meetings every Sunday. She viewed lectures by American and English men and women and soon she had managed to reach a point where she could ask them simple questions.

Her sister and brother-in-law viewed with amusement her harmless hobby. They parroted in an awful manner English phrases they had heard come out of her mouth. They insisted that she was too short to ever succeed in anything and the only thing that she could count on was their generosity. Marina was too smart to get into an argument with them. She did not want to be sent back to her village before achieving her ultimate goal. To get out of there as soon as possible.