Episode 13
This is my take on having a wild night out and doing all the crazy shit you regret the day after. I've wanted to feature intoxication as a central element for a while, but I was hesitant to do it since these kind of stories usually reflects poorly on the protagonist if he or she is the one that initiates it. In the end, I tried to solve the problem by involving a third part.
Although
The Forbidden Kingdom was 15 years ago, I’m glad the stars of this episode have gained some international success recently - Bingbing in
The Meg, and Yifei as
Mulan herself.
Codes: cons, MF, MFF, MMF, MMFFFF, orgy, double penetration, intoxication, loads of alcohol
Starring: Bingbing Li + Yifei Liu
This story is smutty, sleazy, morally corrupt and will probably make you into a worse person. Consequently, it shouldn’t be read by anyone.
This story is FICTION. It did NOT happen. The people portrayed in this story do NOT act this way in real life.
Three years passed.
Three years is time enough to change a man forever, enough to raze his ideals and morals to the ground, or to give birth to a new personality and stake out a course in his life.
For so many possible routes my life could’ve taken in the span of those years, I consider myself lucky it turned out the way it did. Things happened. Spectacular things. Bad things. But also good things. When the time comes you’ll hear about them. What’s important is this; I came home unscratched, feeling like I was back where it all began that night in 2005. Normal men would surely lose their mind doing the things I had been dealing with, but I suspect that I’m in that exclusive club where words like «normal» has long since lost any meaning.
My reconnection with Stargazer happened gradually over the course of 2008. If you think back to my introduction, you know I was reluctant being hired for such an important job. This time was different. For once in my life I was happy to have a «regular» job to fall back on. You might say that’s an absurd line of thought with all the crazy shit I’ve told you this far, but the fact of the matter was that my stay at StarGazer felt relaxing in comparison to the whirlwind I experienced for almost three years.
A single mail to Greta was all it took, and Conrad, being the divine angel he was, fixed the papers necessary. If anyone had critical questions about me coming back after such a long absence, I never heard about it. Once again I suspect Conrad held his protective wings over me.
The face of StarGazer had changed. Not radically, but old allies were gone, others had emerged. More about them later.
The most important thing was that I was getting back on my familiar turf. Only this time, I was aiming to stay for a while. Take life as it comes. Enjoy it while you can, because there’s no guarantee you’ll be there the morning after.
***
April 2008I knew I was back in the right circles again the moment I heard a voice that went silent three years earlier.
«ALEX!»
«Oh hiya Greg!» I said as nonchalantly as possible. I wouldn’t turn our reunion into a soap opera, but Greg had other plans.
The man ran over to me and gave me a bear hug. I’m not a huge fan of this sort of greeting, but I’ve learned to accept it after my years in LA. Greg almost hoisted me off the ground, even though I’m the bigger man. Although I kept to my reserved self, I was glad to see him. Meeting up at Beijing International Airport, he immediately started digging into my current situation, and the possibility of further engagement with StarGazer.
«So you’re making a triumphant return to the glitz and glamor, where profit and bitches stand ready to be fucked like never satisfied pussy-mouths?» Greg bragged on with his unique combination of being lewd and wholesome at the same time. He looked like he was ready to declare a festival and bring out dancing bears and trapeze numbers in my honor. Knowing Greg, that wouldn’t be too far from what he would actually do.
«For now, yes, but I can’t promise you anything. Let’s see how far this will go shall we?»
«Jesus, man! What does it take to convince you to settle down to one line of business? Was the choreography classes in Hong Kong that exciting?»
«Kinda, but I promise you; I’m considering every possibility since Conrad asked so politely.» I lied, although I was satisfied my coverup had worked.
«He’s good at that persuasion thing isn’t he?»
«A master if I ever saw one. But you’re not so bad you either Greg!» I said and pointed to the bottle in his hand.
«Oh, you know. When a dear friend return after such a long period of time I think it’s only natural a celebration is required.» he said as he flipped the bottle around in an elegant throw.
«I’m flattered Greg. I really am.»
«You’re welcome, thanks. Speaking of which….The fuck have you been doing these years? You’ve been pretty damn invisible this whole time, you know that? Only Greta have kept me updated.»
«That’s the way I prefer it.»
«I wonder though… does that mean you know just as little about us, and our current state of StarGazer?»
«I’m afraid not.»
«Oh, yeah?»
«For one thing, I caught rumors that your relationship with a certain miss Hudgens has gone down the drain.»
«Holy fucking hell!» Greg almost shouted, «You were able to pick up on that?»
«The story reached tabloids in the east, although your name was withheld. You say there’s some truth to it?»
«Kinda… I mean… Vanessa was a good fuck and all that, but I hadn’t counted on her mother being such a tease. One thing lead to another and… Well, you know how it is… We began something and had been going for a while when Vanessa found out. We were at her home, and… I was in the process of fucking her mom in the ass when she came home from her vacation one day too early and caught us in the act. She wasn’t happy. I… Uh, the two of us actually were a bit high on coke right then, and that was when I tried to resolve the situation by suggesting a threesome, something her mother approved, but that didn’t sit well with Vanessa. After that, things kinda went downhill.»
«I’m so sorry to hear that. This is the most tragic story I’ve heard in the last twenty minutes.» I said, fighting hard to contain my laughter.
«Yeah, I know… Vanessa left StarGazer and her mom is still trying to reconcile.» Greg said as he stared into the distance like a true intellectual. «Oh, enough with this self-pitying bullshit. Tonight we’ll paint this city red! You hear me?»
He wasn’t joking. That night we went out and partied like it was 1999. Our massive bar crawl gave way to more decadent desires as the night went on, and Greg insisted we did some research on the Asian flesh market. After a night of heavy drinking we picked up a couple of the most good-looking prostitutes we could find and shared them throughout the night.
***
Hard drinking isn’t a problem. I can hold my liquor better than most men. Greg, on the other hand, had to repair the next morning. Thank God the flight was scheduled for later that day, or else he’d be complaining from continent to continent. Not that he was entirely done with his bullshit as we met in the VIP-hall at the airport that evening. My reconnection with the firm had gone this smoothly because of a fortunate collision with my current stay in Asia, and the premiere of Lionsgate’s newest hope - The Forbidden Kingdom. We were about to escort the stars of said movie to the premiere in LA - Bingbing Li and Yifei Liu.
I was reading the papers when he arrived. «Massive cover-up of human trafficking downs corrupt government members in Thailand» the news article screamed in red letters. It was with more than a little pride I read through this page of the North-east Asian Tribune.
«Holy shit. I think someone are carving a brain sculpture inside my head.» Greg sulked as he sat down beside me.
«How disappointing. I thought you had learned how to repair by now.»
«Look who’s talking.» he grumped. «It’s not my fault you have a liver like a blast furnace.»
«Those are the powers Odin granted me.»
«Goddamn sunnufab…» he grumbled.
«Are you tense Greg? Losing control? This is hard work, and I understand if you want the expert taking charge.» I teased. «No wonder the American film industry is in a shambles after three years of me not being there.»
«Fuck off you blonde berserker! If I can handle Tom Cruise threatening the gaffer with an AK-47, I can handle anything.»
«Here’s something else we’d both love to handle.» I said in a lower voice, nodding to him as our company finally appeared. Spotting us, they swayed over to us like modern-day sirens of the Orient.
Bingbing Li was attired in a black blazer over spiffy tailored treads. With her no-nonsense outfit, bundled hair and stern expression she seemed all the more like a ruthless Asian business owner who dealt with strikes by cutting wages with 90 %. Compared to her, Yifei Liu seemed more casual, although the exclusive red sweater and white pants she was garbed in told us she was far from a commoner.
They both nodded politely as they introduced themselves. I had become infatuated with Asian customs as I had spent longer durations of my three year absence all over the continent. Most of my company this time had been Asian. Female company as well, and in the span of three years I had the opportunity to get carnal knowledge of some unbelievable women. Bingbing and Yifei however, were to that sort of beauty that demanded attention to the point it felt almost intimidating standing next to them. Greg must’ve felt the same. His hangover miraculously cured as he welcomed them both.
«Hello ladies. I am Greg Cosmatos, and this here is some other guy I don’t know the name of.»
I nodded at them, impressed with Greg’s wittiness.
«Hello. I am Li Bingbing, and this is Liu Yifei.» They both smiled politely and made a slight bow. These foreign tasks were sometimes marred by being awkwardly formal and all sorts of language barriers, but the two of them spoke surprisingly good English, with only slight accent.
«We are pleased to have you here. The two of us will make sure you’re taken good care of until we arrive in LA. I’m informed that our plane is being prepared, and is waiting for us to enter. Shall we go?» Greg asked gallantly, as he escorted us out of the VIP lounge and down onto the tarmac where luggage was taken onboard the waiting plane.
Boarding the plane - a Learjet 40 - the captain greeted us. He was a short and stocky guy with a thin mustache, looking like the archetype of a pilot. Beside him stood a pretty short-haired Asian flight attendant in a gray uniform, perhaps in her early thirties, who introduced herself as Tsai.
Things happened in speedy succession when they first began, and no more than twenty minutes later we were airborne. Emergency landings in unpopulated areas was not something we concerned ourselves with right then, but thirty minutes later we would.
***
Oversea flights are ambivalent experiences of great opposites. On one hand you get a sense of the excellence of human inventions, which allow us to build machines to cross continents, and the enormity of the planet and mankind’s place on Earth. You’re moving in a cigar-formed metallic cabin that flies through the stratosphere in 800 kilometers per hour - a speed unthinkable only a few generations before, who had to stick to ships traveling one continent per month.
On the other hand there’s the overwhelming boredom. For one thing, time stands still when you’re onboard a plane. This is even more evident as we were about to cross the Pacific Ocean which is a big blue pile of of nothing. In a way, I imagine it’s like flying through open space where the «view» never changes because the environments are so vast.
Luckily, our two passengers were in a talkative mood, as I discovered when BingBing sat down beside me. Greg were on the opposite site, chatting away with Yifei. After the plane had ascended to the air corridor, Tsai entered the cabin and asked us if we needed anything to drink. Greg was more than happy to oblige, no surprises there.
I was back. Back in the Hollywood-system, and back where I belonged. Or so I resonated. It was difficult to get my head around it, and the whole situation had a dreamlike quality to it - like I wasn’t even there, and that I was watching this from the viewpoint from some lucky bastard with a camcorder. Bingbing pulled me out of this dreamlike haze.
«You’re okay?»
«Me? Oh, sure. Just a bit of jet sickness, that’s all.»
«Pardon me, but what is jet sickness?»
«The inability to cope with the most boring traveling-environment known to man.»
«Ah, I see!» she said understandingly. «I’m not to fond of planes either. The lack of screaming babies is an improvement over commercial airlines though.»
«Oh man, that’s a relief indeed. Thanks for reminding me.» I smiled. She returned the gesture.
«This kind of transport has a sense of… importance, wouldn’t you say?»
«I guess. That’s why light business jets were made in the first place I believe - transporting important people to important places.»
«Are we important though?»
«Heh, maybe!?»
I didn’t tell her, and I don’t think she would understand, but another reason this flight made me feel conflicted was that the last three years had been anything but luxurious. Sitting here in a aircraft worth millions had a wrongness to it after being used to rely on horses at best. Being here was not only a matter of coming back - it was a matter of learning the basics of high life all over again.
Not wanting to dwell on the past, I tried to get the conversation back on course, asking her about the movie she was supposed to promote. I hadn’t seen it, but considering the talent involved it sounded right up my alley. Especially if they took their kung fu lessons seriously.
«So, from what I hear you play the villainess don’t you?»
BingBing lit up. «Yes, I’m the bad one. Yifei play the good one.»
«I wish it was the other way around.» Yifei said beside Greg. «It’s way funnier to be evil.»
«That’s a popular assumption these days.» I agreed.
«She has a point. Everyone seems to love bad-girls, right? And it’s a physically straining role too.»
«I wouldn’t expect any less when you are accompanied by the likes of Jet Li and Jackie Chan.»
«I’m not on their level, but I… Uh, both me andy Yifei laid down months of training to get into shape for this project. I’m not sure if the audiences ever realize that, but I hope.»
«No need to worry. People are beginning to understand the Asian movie business take their things seriously.»
«You know, I’m puzzled about this… Is kung fu trending in the West? There seems to be the marked for Asian action right now.»
«Not to mention Asian women.» Greg chuckled. «You’ve got to know the Orient is in fashion today, and Asian women are in the rising phase for our libido!» Both Yifei and BingBing laughed, and I spotted Tsai grinning a little. It was good to see they were able to handle Greg’s sometimes risky style of humor.
«And in the rising phase for kicking our collective ass to hell and back.» I added.
«That too of course.»
«Now that you mention it…» Bingbing began, «Playing tough women is a privilege and a honor, but it also comes with a price.»
«What do you mean?»
«I mean that… Okay, picture Angelina Jolie.» she gestured, seemingly drawing Angelina’s face with her fingers, «She’s become the leading «action girl» in the world thanks to her tough girl roles. Thus she’ll be typecast and no-one will ever think of her as a «woman», only as a masculine female taking on the male archetype. I sometimes hear men say nasty things like «I could never date a bitch like that» for those reasons. It’s really sad.»
«I see what you mean, but I think you’re exaggerating. I would say Angelina is a bit more versatile than her stint as Lara Croft makes her out to be. After all, she dabbles in drama, comedy and such.»
«It’s just a question of sleeping with the right people.» Greg chirped in.
His comment sent Yifei into another fit of laughter. The two of them were already in great spirits, and Greg hadn’t even opened the liquor cabinet yet. Bingbing had turned crimson red beside me, and I planned a hastily thought-out response when our flight took a turn of unexpected nature. The speakers above us fuzzed into life, causing Tsai to make a worried face.
«Gentlemen, we have…» came from the crackling speakers, followed by a long pause.
«We have WHAT?» Greg said aloud. «Contact with an UFO? Received a message from The Imperial Japanese Navy threatening to shoot us down? Don’t sprout nonsense man!» He shouted towards the cockpit. Yifei laughed, albeit nervously this time.
«We have a situation people.» the pilot finally said, confirming absolutely nothing. I wasn’t the best aviator, but I had far too much experience with aircraft trouble, and right then I sensed no problems of technical nature.
«Please fasten your seatbelts. We’ll make a landing on a smaller airstrip by the coast. I’m sorry for the delay this will cause, but…»
Once again we all sat in silence. Tsai glanced outside, as if to check the wings were still attached.
«…but this is for the best.» he finished, sounding like he was about to have a really bad day. I exchanged a worried glance with Bingbing as we felt the altitude change into a rapid descent.
***
The pilot, Hannigan his name was, had a very bad day indeed. Going on and on about engine failure and feverishly apologizing, like he had somehow caused errors all the way from production stage up until this event. I didn’t know exactly how much of this was his fault, but I could see why he had wanted us to evacuate the plane as we stood outside on the concrete. The turbin engines had come to a full stop, but they were so overheated we could feel it over 50 yards away.
Talk about fustercluck! Not only had we landed in a nearly unpopulated area with no reception. There was a light dribble, and night was slowly but surely approaching, casting the place into a dusky half-darkness.
«Listen… I know there are cities somewhere up north. You stay put here and I’ll have the army here in no time.» Hannigan said, sounding like he was about to lose it completely.
I think we were all pretty annoyed right then, but at the same time we just couldn’t hate the guy. He was genuinely trying his best here, all things considered. The way he felt right then must have been worse than any punishment anyone would’ve given him.
«So we’ll be out of here by tomorrow morning, right? The deal in LA still stands?» Greg said in a near menacing threat.
«I will! I will! Word of honor. Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of everything.» Hannigan said while he handled an old bike that had rested beside a small brick building.
He was planning to cycle all the way to get help? Talk about dedication, but maybe he had the right idea, because from the looks of the place I wondered if there were even motorized vehicles around. Getting ready for «takeoff» again, he gave us a final warning.
«Please Tsai. Please everyone… STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE PLANE. It’s downright unstable right now!»
«You don’t mean to say it could explode?»
«Yes! That’s precisely what I say.» he shouted.
The girls stared at each other in disbelief, nervously shifting their gaze to the plane, slowly, as if they thought it would detonate if they moved their heads too swift.
«I… I’ll get help. I promise.» With those words Hannigan set off like Miguel Indurain.
The sight of this little man in a pilot uniform, cycling like his life depended on it would’ve been hilarious if our situation hadn’t been so miserable. I studied my companions who looked like they would rather be anywhere else in the world, the Gobi desert included.
«Good luck trying to find someone who speaks English in this part of the country.» Tsai scoffed.
Rainy, desolate airstrips aren’t suitable places for celebrities used to modern hi-tech airports with VIP areas. The place was grimy, and the lack of proper lighting, not to mention the salty smell from the nearby coast, made the place feel like some dystopian video game fantasy. It sure wasn’t pleasant for urbanites.
I suspect I was the only one handling the situation well right then. Yeah, it was depressing, but this was a paradise compared to some of the places I had been to over the past few years.
The only sign of life was a cluster of small buildings that laid outside the strip. It would’ve been called a fishing village if it was any bigger, but there were about twenty houses at most there. It looked primitive even for a coastal village in rural China.
Binging and Yufei was chatting to each other in Chinese while Greg and Tsai turned to the plane.
«Shit man! I can’t imagine he’s serious when he say it’ll actually explode. Maybe we should take our chances inside? I mean, it’s a hell of a lot better than standing out here, and it’s not like Hannigan will come back and throw us out anytime soon.»
I was about to join the conversation when the light on the airstrip shifted. That’s when we realized the engines of the plane had began literally glowing - a sickly red color that screamed «danger». Maybe what Hannigan had told us wasn’t so exaggerated after all. If the plane suddenly disintegrated in a massive fireball we would be sitting ducks here.
«Shit! Let’s get the hell out of here!» someone yelled. It was the sanest thing anyone had said in a while.
In the end, our Learjet would not explode, but we couldn’t have known that then. And Hannigan was absolutely right when he suggested we stayed away from the machine.
We were left entirely on our own - stranded on the east coast of China, and one Pacific Ocean away from LA. Murphy had a lot to answer for this evening.
«Anything got anything positive to say?» BingBing asked.
«Don’t worry ladies, I’ve got everything we need.» Greg said triumphantly and held up a bag. Opening up he revealed the bottles of wine he had managed to salvage from the plane. I simply smacked my face while the girls laughed softly. Although my reunion with StarGazer hadn’t exactly gone as smoothly as I had hoped, it was great to have a guy like Greg by my side in the midst of all of this.
***
«I’m not sure anyone’s home. There’s hardly any lights there.» Greg said as we drifted closer to our destination.
«If you’re interested, I can tell you what sort of place this is.» Bingbing said as we passed by a large white board with Chinese hanzi written on it. Certain roman numbers gave us westerners a clue. «This is a local community that survives solely on fishing. I’m not sure what they export, but it’s transported out with planes from that strip we just landed on. No more than one delivery per month if this sign is to be believed.»
She sounded slightly more upbeat than Yifei and Tsai. She had put up excellently so far, although this ordeal had to be tiring on her. At least she looked more concerned than angry right then. Not that I could blame her.
We had almost reached the first houses when I spotted a figure in front of us. At first I thought she was just a shadow moving in the flickering light, but then I saw she was a petite girl or a young woman clad like a rural peasant. Looking at us like we were ghosts, she was a lovely sight, albeit a bit scruffy compared to the girls we came in with - clad in grayish garb, around 18-20 years old, thin, with a girly face.
Looking at me and Greg she needed a few seconds to adjust before she shifted her gaze to BingBing, Yifei and Tsai. She looked back at me again, then at the women before she spoke. This girl obviously didn’t know English.
«Okay, what did she say?» Greg asked.
«Well… She’s wondering who we are, and if we are here to buy fish.» BingBig said amused. Tsai and Yifei grinned scornfully.
Staring at us in wonder, I realized there wasn’t only a language barrier here. There was no doubt a class divide which protected this girl from the dismay these urban women no doubt held against her.
«Do you mind being the interpreter BingBing?»
«Not at all. She’s got some local dialect, but I’ll manage.»
«Okay, if you can ask her about….»
«Ask her if there are any places for us to stay the night, okay? Hotels, cabins, houses, anything! I think we can all agree we don’t want to spend the night outside» Greg interrupted me.
Bingbing turned to the girl. I’m not schooled in Chinese, but there’s something fascinating about how the language flows so rhythmically. The girl had no problems understanding and soon pointed in the direction our heroic pilot had left thirty minutes ago.
«Now?»
«Sorry for being the bearer of bad news, but she tells me we’re at least three hours away from the nearest hotel. And that’s if you go by car. It’s further north, along the coast.»
«That’s in the direction Hannigan fled, right?»
«Yah, that should give us some clue about how long we’ll have to stay here.» she said bitterly.
As my eyes had adjusted to the half-darkness my impression changed from a dystopian place to a medieval village. This was like watching a scene from about five hundred years ago, at the eve of the Ming dynasty. If we were lucky we’d experience a Japanese samurai fleet, or the invasion of Mongol hordes while we waited.
«That means we’ll have no place to go. At least not at this time of day. Is there no other alternative?»
«I’ll try.»
You sometimes hear about the overwhelming hospitality of people living in rural places, and how well they treat their guests. It seemed like this was about to happen right then, because the conversation sounded positive from the way Bingbing conversed. Finally she turned to us.
«Uh, if I understand her right, she want us to come with her. She lives close by, and we’ll be allowed to seek shelter there for tonight.»
«Is the place that big?» I asked.
«Hey, I think we should be thankful for anything bigger than a doghouse.» Greg laughed. The others nodded.
«From what I gather, the entire settlement is out on the fish-banks right now and won’t come home until tomorrow morning.» BingBing mused. «She’ll have her place for herself until then, and she says we’re welcome to stay.»
***
The girl’s name was Chi-Ling - a teenage girl who lived with her parents in this place which didn’t even have a name. Like Bingbing told us, it was a local community held alive by fish export to inland factories. It made enough profit to sustain life for the few people living here, but never enough to make people rich, which became evident as we reached her home.
It wasn’t in any better shape than we had reason to expect - less of a house, and more of a building with one large room which included living-space, a small kitchen, and a couple of beddings for Chi-Ling and her family. A large oil fryer was placed in the middle of the room, and withered old posters flanked the walls. The little place lacked both electricity and running water. I wouldn’t have been surprised if it had been built in the 1970s and had been standing unchanged since.
Although we were happy to have a roof over our heads, I noticed some skepticism from Yifei and Tsai. I think they were clearly looking down upon a primitive village girl like Chi-Ling, and I sensed some of the snobbery you sometimes found in American celebs - a semi-hostile attitude against those of lower status.
The young girl motioned for us all to sit down, so we did. Yifei and Tsai acted swiftly and occupied the largest bedding, belonging to Chi-Ling’s parents. There were no chairs here, and it was the only piece of furniture that was clean enough for them. The floor was dirty, although there were weaved carpets taking up most of the floor. Bingbing sat beside me on the other bedding. We shared a bottle from Greg’s haul, but so far we hadn’t opened it.
Chi-Ling was running around, lightening up the place. There was a old-fashioned paraffin lamp hanging above us, but she had ignored that one and had lit candles instead; clusters of them stood in dishes, pie pans and cace tins. She also lit some incense in a burner. It gave off quite a lot of smoke and made the air seem sort of dense, but it made the room smell with a wonderfully sweet and exotic flavor.
It was strange, but after only about ten minutes or so, we were gradually forgetting about the unfortunate happenings of our miserable flight. Greg had salvaged something to drink. What more did we need, right?
As Chi-Ling adjusted her incense-burner, I saw Greg and Yifei were already getting lost in their own little world, held together with a copious amount of binge drinking. The conversation was tipsy, and there was definitely some flirtation going on from both sides. Or maybe I should’ve said three sides. Tsai sat on Greg’s left, and she was trying her best to steal his attention. When Greg told jokes, she laughed far louder than Yifei, and I spotted jealous grimaces each time Yifei talked with him. As time went on, she drifted closer and closer, mirrored by Yifei on the opposite side.
Greg always had a way with words that charmed the ladies, no matter what age. Apparently, he had been involved with Michelle Yeoh during the nineties, so I knew he had an eye for hot Asian women. Spending time with him again for the first time in ages, it dawned on me how much he reminded me of myself. Personality wise at least. We had no problems getting female company, but we also made sure the ladies felt comfortable around us. Compare this to a guy like Randolph Scaggia in Optigan Enterprises, and Ogden Barnes from Bubblebath INC, who were opportunistic in their pursuit, while powerful men like Conrad and Jack Schaffer used their status and power and got things done simply by command and authority.
«You’re sure those three will keep their hands off each other tonight?» Bingbing asked me, nodding towards the trio on the other bedding who was getting more intimate by the second.
«Hard to say. At least they’re having a good time.»
Chi-Ling was acting like our hostess for the night. She offered us a cup with some murky liquid which looked like all the colors of a painting kit mixed together.
«Oh, thank you, but I’m fine.» I said and pointed to the bottle beside me. Binging seemed more interested.
«Homemade recipe I guess. It might be good for your health.»
«Maybe a taste doesn’t hurt.»
«Never underestimate the magic of the orient Alexander.» Bingbing mused as we shared the cup. If only she knew how right she was.
Greg and his harem was getting loud. I wondered exactly how much was due to the alcohol. Soon everyone was babbling incoherently as both Yifei and Tsai tried to teach him a few words in Cantonese. They weren’t the cleanest words either, as far as Bingbing was concerned.
«Oh, no! They didn’t!»
«Huh?»
«Of all the things you can teach a foreigner, they chose that!»
I laughed «It seems to me the first words you learn by any language are the words you’re not supposed to say!»
«Yeah, but they’re beginning to act strange. I never knew Yifei was such a…»
«Such a what?»
«Such a fucking slut! Oh, I’m so sorry, but I… I have no other words for it.»
Bingbing seemed shocked by what she had said. She may not have noticed, but she was also more loud-mouthed and easygoing than just a few minutes earlier.
«But then again… I guess… I guess it can’t be helped when we’re stuck out here with a couple of beefy hunks, hehehe!»
She bit her nail and continued her flirty laugh as she ate me up with her eyes. She was a gorgeous sight in her business’esque getup, sitting crosslegged on the mattress like she was attending some formal meeting in a Japanese bukasetsu. Her conservative outfit only made her more irresistible. As she removed her blazer, I began to wonder what she looked like underneath that tailor-made shirt and those black jeans. The rise in my pants told me I was eager to find out.
The thick smoking incense gave the air a visible quality. Unseen by all, Chi-Ling stood by and watched us, smiling serenely as if she was waiting for something to happen.
In a way, something was already in motion. On the other end of the carpet, Yifei and Tsai had gotten more physical as they fought over Greg’s affection. Hands roamed all over his body. Greg «stole» a kiss from Yifei, swift like a scorpion, but then turned around and did the same with Tsai. Both girls feigned shock with loud squeals. This was beginning to feel like one of those out-of-control frat boy parties.
The amount of liquor Greg had brought helped.
Yifei maneuvered herself into Greg’s lap, causing a furious grimace from Tsai. The two lovebirds quickly became passionate as they began making out like horny teenagers. Predictably enough, Tsai took her female rival’s conquest as a challenge and ripped her stewardess jacket off and slung it to her side, sitting there in her shirt. Realizing she still wouldn’t get his attention, she kicked off her heels and removed her shirt and skirt as well, revealing her pink underwear.
I stared mesmerized at the scene unfolding before me. There were cries of girlish delight as Greg moved his hand over Yifei’s body, caressing her ass, sliding his hand under her shirt and cupping her breasts. In moments he ripped her shirt open and Yifei complied as she moved out of it and threw it aside.
The silence between Bingbing and me was getting awkward. I was watching my reunited colleague making out with one of the hottest young stars in Chinese cinema while I was acting like I was wearing a chastity belt. As we watched Tsai moving in to steal Greg away from Yifei, Bingbing couldn’t take her eyes away and watched them intensely.
«God, look at them! They’re into it now. All three of them. Oh, God!»
She was breathing heavily. Her hand moving over her collarbone, and down her chest, ending up between her tightly shut legs.
I had a lot to say, but I didn’t know how to say it. The misty incense was blurring both my vision and my thoughts.
«…»
«If Tsai play her cards right, he’ll fall right into her trap…» Bingbing noted as she began moving her hand with rapid motions between her legs. «Oh, GOD! He’s doing it! He’s really doing it!»
I sat dumbstruck as Greg pushed Yifei aside and pulled Tsai into his lap and began making out with her instead. She greeted him with wild gyrating movements of her lower body, causing a wide-eyed reaction from Yifei. She got the idea quickly and began pulling off her pants, followed by her undies, becoming the first of us who got fully naked. Beside me, Bingbing cried out as if she got pleasure by watching Yifei’s sexy body revealed in all her glory. She looked like an ivory princess with her dark hair flowing over her shoulders, her snow-white skin shining in the dim light.
Our isolated situation helped.
Bingbing was no longer able to control herself. Unbuttoning her shirt and flinging it aside, she revealed her black bra.
«It’s so fucking hot. I can’t take it any longer.» she said, pressing her breasts excitedly, acting like an overheated cheerleader.
«We’ll be joining them soon enough. Don’t you worry girl.» I said, before I realized what had come out of my mouth. It was nonetheless the most reasonable reply I could come up with to the debauchery unfolding around us. Bingbing simply took my challenge head on.
«We are! Right here, right now! Why don’t you join in?» she asked me, as she pulled off her pants and footwear. «You’re a man after all!»
She didn’t sound like herself at all. Something was off about this, but I was either unable or (most likely) unwilling to find out what. Instead, I watched her unfastening her hair from the bun and shook it out, letting it slide over her shoulders. By then my erection had already forced my pants into a tent.
Most of all, I think the stuff that Chi-Ling had fired up in the incense burner helped. It’s difficult to explain, but it reminded me of how certain forms of naturally based drugs works. Think of cocaine - capable of making the user randy as hell, sexual prowess be damned. I do not know exactly what Chi-Ling had fired up, but it was definitely not the kind of incense you could buy at those hippie-stores.
It was an intoxicating experience that was shared by all, underlined by Bingbing’s violent removal of my clothes. Having gotten me down to my boxers, she melted into my arms. For a woman so much shorter than me, she put up a lot of fight as we struggled for dominance. Finally managing to push me back onto the bedding, she straddled me as we began making out like the world was ending.
Chi-Ling had removed her tattered shift at some point, and kneeled beside me as I wrestled with Bingbing. Her body was a shade of bronze that contrasted delicately with the whiteness of the three other women. Had I been fully conscious then, I might have been able to figure out how her body emphasized the cultural connotations at play: In this area, lighter skin symbolized royalty and high stature due to peasants forced to do outdoor labour under the scorching sun. In our current situation such class-divides no longer mattered though, and Chi-Ling had the upper hand as she played us all like a chess master
On the other end of the carpet, Greg was entertained by two girls who was desperate to get him naked. He barely had to do anything as everything was pulled off him. Acting as one, Yifei and Tsai’s strip work was followed by a human wave attack where it was difficult to tell the bodes apart as three people became one.
Bingbing sensed the action going on behind us. Halting momentarily, she grinned wickedly like she had gotten a naughty idea she wanted to put into practice. Getting up from the bedding, she shed the rest of her civilization - pulling off her black underwear and throwing it to the ground like it was trash. Her naked body, pale white like a porcelain doll. Her tits were slightly bigger and more mature than Yifei’s, and her pubic region was trimmed in what I considered a typical nineties «Playboy style». She caught the attention of Thai who decided to get fully naked as well, removing her underwear and unpacking the largest set of tits among the women gathered here.
Walking over to the bag Greg had heroically dragged with him, Bingbing removed two of the champagne bottles.
«We need some lubrication before we start.» she giggled, before handing Chi-Ling and Tsai a bottle each.
Saying something in Chinese to Yifei, the two of them walked out on the floor, posing with their hands behind their heads. Maybe it was due to the conditions of this primitive home, but right then they reminded me of stripped trafficking victims. Thankfully, these two willingly putt themselves into this. Very willingly I may add.
Chi-Ling and Tsai shook their bottles enthusiastically towards them, breaking into laughter as they awaited the explosion. The next second champagne erupted in a geyser, hosing down the two actresses, showering them in exclusive liquid. Everyone broke into screaming laughter as champagne coated their naked skin, caused a wholehearted applause from me and Greg. As the shower died down, Bingbing seemed satisfied by the result and strutted over to me, dripping wet, and not only from champagne. Deciding it was time to finish the total undressing of everyone in the room, I pulled down my boxers and Bingbing’s jaw hit the floor as my dick sprang into view.
«Holy Guardians, you’re BIG!» she gasped, her eyes bulging so hard I thought she was making fun of me. Then she began frantically masturbating her cunt in sheer hornyness. «Well, you better prepare yourself, because you are about to get FUCKED!»
I gladly acted on her initiative. The thought of burying myself in her snatch was enough to drive me insane with lust, but I controlled myself and sat down on the pillowy mountain Chi-Ling had made behind me and spread my legs wide, my massive slab of meat pointing straight up as Bingbing turned her back to me and moved over it to position herself. I helped her into my lap, her back pressed into my chest as we prepared ourself for a reverse cowgirl.
«Ready?» she asked, panting heavily in anticipation, grinning like an unabashed slut.
«I am!»
She shifted her feet and gracefully placed them on each of my tights before lowering herself downward. I held her underneath her tights as my pulsating length slid between her swollen labia, the pleasure making me growl in sheer lust. With a squealing whine, she lowered herself onto my dick as she held herself splayed open. Lifting herself up and down for a few seconds, she adjusted herself before sinking down on me fully, her tights quivering as her cunt swallowed my massive shaft. We both cried out in pleasure as Bingbing and I fused together.
«UUUUNNNNNNNGGHHHHHHH!»
Bottoming her out, I heard clapping beside me. Chi-ling was applauding us, grinning widely as she found pleasure in watching two people fuck inside her home. I hadn’t anticipated such a reaction, but right then I had other things to concern myself with.
Having joined me completely, Bingbing straightened her body upward and began to bounce - moving up and down, flexing her hips as she went in with a tempo that was spectacular for a woman in her mid-thirties.
In my intoxicated state I got a vague impression of the coupling happening on the other bedding. Yifei had adapted the same technique as her older co-star. Their spread-legged position gave both me and Greg an exquisite view of their naked bodies as they rode on us so hard their tits jiggled wildly.
I sat awestruck as Bingbing began to rotate her lower body whilst riding me - ravishing my dick in a manic frenzy. I could’ve passed out in pleasure there and then, but it felt somehow wrong to let these Asian hotties do all the work. I might have wanted to show off myself when I grabbed her by her waist and ricocheted my hips upwards into her tasty inferno, hitting her as hard as I could, causing her senseless whining to rise into an uncontrollable scream. To this day I have no idea how these petite women managed to take our monster cocks as deep as they did, but such are the mysteries of the far East.
I looked around Bingbing so I could watch Greg go to work, his huge and veiny cock pumping in and out of Yifei’s tight cunt, going just as hard as I did. It looked like the girl was impaled on a spear - her eyes closed and her mouth wide open as she cried out.
I couldn’t help but wonder if the village was really empty like Chi-Ling had told us. If it wasn’t, someone would be on their way to check out where the infernal noise came from. Yifei and Bingbing no longer sounded human - their high pitched screams like a flock of seagulls.
Slowing down slightly and settling back into my lap, Bingbing moved her right hand around my neck and used her left to hook in Chi-Ling who sat beside me, bringing three faces together for some sloppy frenching. Our tongues danced together, sending spittle flying as I fucked Bingbing. Not wasting an opportunity to adapt our moves, Greg and Yufei began making out as well - the screaming dying down and being replaced with the sound of muffled kissing and moaning as we tasted our mouths. I used the opportunity to grope Bingbing’s champagne-drenched tits, and Chi-Ling’s ass - the exotic taste of Asia as good as humanly possible.
Situated in this fleshy coupling for a few minutes, we eventually saw the need to make some changes. At least Bingbing did.
«Let’s change!» she gasped in-between my thrusts. «I want you to make use of that other slut.» Her face was pressed into mine - passion burning in her dark eyes
«Will do. If Greg is okay with it.» I blurted out.
«Oh, I’m all for it.» Greg gasped.
There was a heavy moan as Yifei was lifted off his prong. Bingbing moved off me and the two filmstars crossed on the floor, treating swinger-sex as casually as changing gym apparatuses - their naked bodies still glistening from all the champagne.
Yifei squatted over me and placed her hands on my shoulders as she slowly bowed her legs, eager to feel my cock inside her neatly shaven snatch. She tightened her eyes shut in indescribable pleasure and yelled out something in Chinese as our pelvises smacked together in a traditional cowgirl. She immediately began riding me as I thrusted my hips upwards to meet her downward motions. She wasn’t as experienced as Bingbing, and maybe not as powerful in her clamping movements, but she attacked my shaft with a youthful vigor that far out leveled her older co-star. Chi-Ling was, as expected, eager to share her tongue with us, and we quickly devolved into another hot three-way kiss.
Between intertwined Asian faces, I saw Bingbing got beaten to the punch by an overly enthusiastic Tsai who craved Greg’s cock no matter what. She had already mounted her man and rode him like a bitch in heat, throwing her head backwards with a squawk as Greg mauled her tits. Bingbing used her free time to feel up the stewardess, helping Greg bring her to orgasm.
As three bodies were mashed together, Chi-Ling had moved her hand down to play with Yufei’s clit as she rode me, announced by Yifei’s squealing delight. I barely noticed who touched who as I experienced a sensory overload unlike anything else - delicious young flesh moving on me from all sides, deep moans greeting me as I groped each and every body part I could get my hands on.
On the opposite bedding, Greg controlled the tempo as he lifted Tsai up and down on his lap. They continued for a minute or so before Bingbing leaned towards Greg and said something I couldn’t make out over Yufei and Chi-Ling’s moaning. However, the action slowed down to a complete halt as Greg called out to me.
«Listen Alex, this skank just said she could take both of us simultaneously!» he gasped somewhere underneath Tsai’s tits. «We need to give her a chance to prove it, right!?»
«You’re right. Let’s give it a try.» I said, «if you don’t mind?» I announced to Yufei, who stopped her movements immediately.
«Do it!» she panted. «That slut once told me she could handle cocks better than the sleaziest Thai whore. I wanna see you impale both her holes!»
We kissed one final time before I lifted her off of me. Walking over to the couple on the opposite bedding, Greg had already dismounted Tsai, and laid down on the bedding - holding his dick upwards for Bingbing. She leaned over him and before I knew it, Greg had already rocketed into her cooch. Chi-Ling had decided to take on the role as a preparator. She opened Bingbibng’s ass and spat into her tight hole, plunging her small fingers inside to make it nice and lubricated for me, as Greg had already began pumping into Bingbing. Yifei helped me prepare myself by giving me a sloppy mouth job as she gargled all over my cock, coating it in spit. Finally, I moved up and leaned over her, getting the cue from Bingbing herself who stared back at me while her body rocked from Greg’s pounding. Her hair was hanging around her face in long matted ropes, applicable to a wild she-creature.
«Go on! Stretch my holes! Show me how real men threats a woman!»
Chi-Ling spread Bingbing’s ass open with both hands and smiled up at me as I eased into her. Her splincher contracted wonderfully from Chi-Ling’s preparation, and I didn’t take long before I was buried inside her completely. A guttural cry was heard in front of me, echoed by the other three girls as they sat around and relished in the sight of their Asian sister getting double pounded. I began matching Greg’s thrusts from underneath her and we soon found back to our steady rhythm as we double fucked this Asian superstar. It felt like getting back into the groove with an old friend, picking up the experience from all previous girls we had shared.
Senseless moaning and wet slapping sounds echoing through the house as hard veiny cocks filled Bingbing’s holes. She turned her head towards me, squinting her eyes tightly as we fucked her. I confess I wasn’t used to see Asian girls comfortable with double penetration at that time, and it was almost obscene watching such a petite woman taking such huge slabs of man meat inside her, but her vulgar mouth spoke volumes about how much she loved it.
«You love this, huh? Huh? You love fucking Bingbing’s Asian cunt and ass at the same time, huh? You love fucking Bingbing like whore street meat, huh? Bingbing loooooove big spurting cocks! Bingbing looooove double penetration! Oaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnhhhh!»
«Oh, this whore loves it alright!»Greg growled underneath her.
While this was happening, Yifei and Tsai were kneeling on the floor beside us, fingering their cunts as they watched a live-show inside this ramshackle fishing hut. Moving down beside her co-star, Yifei leaned in on her face and they began twirling their tongues together in a lesbian show-off. The sight of these Asian stars whoring themselves for our pleasure was immaculate.
Chi-Ling went down behind us and began fondling our balls, making sure me and Greg were properly satisfied as we sandwiched Bingbing. Tsai went down on all fours on my left, and leaned her face over Greg’s while they made out. She wiggled two fingers inside her ass and began pumping them in and out of herself. Yifei, ending her tounge-tango with BingBing, moved up so she could wrap her arms around me as we kissed, the taste of champagne lingering on her lips. I began knead her ass with my right hand while I wrapped my left in Bingbing’s tits and kneaded her hard.
We were all connected as all six of us devolved into a depraved saturnalia.
Loud slurping sounds were heard as our cocks pumped inside Bingbing like a well oiled machinery Suddenly she exploded in a guttural moan, her face contorted in ecstasy as «Asian hooker slang» filled the room. I sensed none of the restrained and career-motivated women I had met at the airport just a few hours earlier. They had transformed into filthy whores who eagerly gave up their bodies to this orgy inside a fisherman hut. Reason and logic was no match for decadent pleasure.
«AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH, CUM INSIDE BINGBING’S HOLES! BINGBING WANT YOU TO FILL HER NAUGHTY ASIAN FUCKHOLES WITH CUM!» she cried in-between Chinese vulgarities.
We were coming to an end alright. Chi-Ling made sure of that as she fondle our balls harder. Closing in on our orgasm, it was time to fill her up together.
«Aaaahhh, I’m close!» Greg shouted as he intensified his assault on Bingbing’s cunt.
«Fuck yes! I can’t hold back. I’m emptying my balls inside her ass now. AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!»
I tensed up and held onto Bingbing as I let myself go, squirting a prodigious load deep inside her. Greg were close behind me as he announced his release a few seconds later.
«I’m coming too! FUCK! HERE IT COMES BITCH! AAAAAARRRRGGGHHH!»
«OOOOOOOOOH! I FEEL YOUR CUM INSIDE MY HOOOOOLES! IIIIIIIIIHHHHHH!»
I emptied my balls down her bowels as Greg pulsated inside her pussy. Bingbing milked our cocks and wailed like a nymphoid slut. I got disoriented for a few seconds, and when I came back to my senses I realized I laid in a pile of naked bodies atop Bingbing and Greg. Gasping for breath, that sweet intoxicated drive wouldn’t leave us.
Eventually, there were movements behind me. Yifei laid her hands on my shoulder. Turning around, I met her wiggling tongue which told me we were far from done.
***
The rest of the night flashed before me like rapid-fire porn shots. Time and place lost its meaning in this sinful flesh fest. Maybe it was Greg’s liquor, maybe it was that intoxicating incense, or maybe it was simply Bingbing, Yifei, Tsai and Chi-Ling who charged our libidos into overdrive as we turned the night into a never-ending orgy. Hell, I’m a man with quite some stamina, but this was on a whole other level. We continued for hours, testing the elasticity of their bodies and attempting to cum inside every hole we could find
I laid on the ground while holding on to Tsai’s tights while she rode me spread-legged like a woman possessed - her hands cupping her bouncing tits while she gagged on Greg’s huge prong that he thrusted down her throat so hard his balls slapped her chin. Yifei stood beside him as she and Greg tongued, while Bingbing was down on the floor - making out with me so intensely it looked like our faces merged. Chi-Ling stood beside and cried out in glee as she showered us with the last remaining bottle of champagne.
Minutes later I was pounding Yifei’s hot snatch in a missionary with her legs stretched wide. Bingbing rode her face, her left hand pulling Yifei’s hair violently to force her face deeper in-between her ass-cheeks as Yifei’s tongue ran up her convulsing asshole, slurping out the sperm I had shot inside her minutes earlier. Greg had placed Tsai and Chi-Ling in a sixty-nine position beside us, plowing Tsai’s ass from above while Chi-Ling held the older woman’s ass open and licked up her juices from underneath.
Half an hour later, Greg and I lifted our enthusiastic hostess from the ground as we spit-roasted Chi-Ling. Greg fucked her mouth as he held her up by her wrists, while I pounded her pussy as I held her by her right leg as she hung suspended in the air between us. While we fucked her, Yifei, Bingbing and Tsai had laid down on the carpet and created a daisy chain - Yifei with her head between Bingbing’s legs, Bingbing munching Tsai’s pussy, with Tsai sloppily eating out Yifei. Their inane moaning filled the room.
I could only imagine what Hannigan would’ve seen if he had returned. We were nothing but a sweaty mass of squirming flesh who moved with the sole the purpose of getting as much pleasure from each other as possible - blending the East with the West in cosmic coitus.
Although we lasted longer than people would during normal circumstances, we all burned ourselves out eventually, and when it happened it was like the lights were turned off with a switch. The last thing I remember was sitting on the bedding with a sleeping Bingbing on my left knee and Chi-Ling on my right. Halfway unconscious, I watched the three others. Greg had Tsai on his arm while they sluggishly made out, whilst Yifei had seemingly fallen asleep in his other arm. It was just a fleeting impression before I entered dreamland for real.
***
The day before I had woken up with a slight hangover. This time? Hooooooo boy! As I’ve told you before, I can hold my liquor better than most men, but that doesn’t mean I’m immune to any form of intoxication. My head was full of cymbals crashing down a flight of metallic stairs when I awoke. At first I wasn’t even sure where I was, although the strong smell of saltwater gave me a clue.
In spite of my physical discomfort, I fared better than the others. Greg seemed to have aged a decade in one night, and the girls looked like trailer park trash with smeared make-up and messy hair as they attempted to dress an shake their heads awake. Only Chi-Ling seemed like she was functioning properly - mixing up another drink for us - no doubt some remedy for these kinds of situations.
It was a morning of «what the fuck did we do last night!»
***
Our Learjet was standing intact as we reached the airstrip, but the engines had turned a blackish brown color that made it seem like the plane had terminal cancer.
We were settling down on an old and rusty bench in the corner of the field, waiting for whoever was coming to rescue us. The weather had cleared up and gave us a majestic view of the sea to the east. Staring at the distant horizon, I spotted minor vessels - probably the fishing fleet coming home after a fulfilled operation.
No-one said a word. We sat in total silence which reminded me of all the post-coital embarrassment which arose each morning after a wild night. I think the five of us felt awkward enough as it was, not wanting to start conversation in fear of ripping into uncomfortable truths. Finally, Bingbing came over to me. She lacked the finesse of yesterday, but had cleaned up decently, although her makeup was gone, her blazer hang open and her hair was still a bit of a mess.
«Hey, Alexander…»
She walked over to me on wobbly legs. A double-pounding like the one she had received last night would tire any woman.
«Alexander, just before we left I spoke to Chi-Ling about that incense she burned last night. I thought there was something strange about it, and how quickly things got out of control.»
«I share that sentiment. So what did she say?»
«She told me this stuff was of a «special kind».
«Interesting. How special are we talking about?»
«I don’t know its exact composition, but she said it contained certain natural ingredients, some of which have been found around these parts for centuries. She talked about natural pheromones from exotic fish and such.»
At least it beats fugufish I thought for a moment. «Thanks for clearing this up Bingbing. This surely explains lots of things, but did she give any reason why?» A young girl having fun intoxicating strangers in her own home and initiating a sex orgy wasn’t common occurrence, even in my line of experience.
Bingbing hesitated, biting her nail before she continued.
«Well, I asked her about it, and she just countered with her own question when she asked me something like; «What would you do if you lived in a shitty place like this?» Compare this village to the cities: You’re stuck with hard labour and harsh living conditions. The inhabitants haven’t got much to do around here, so from time to time she bring her friends over from a nearby village when her parents are away. «Just for fun», at least that was what she said. That may explain why she was so eager to invite us inside yesterday. She said the combination would make things funnier.»
«Combination?»
«Two guys and four women - that’s what she was referring to.» Bingbing said, looking down blushing, still coming to terms with what she had done last night.
«I see.»
Bingbing took a deep breath and lowered her voice as if she was afraid someone would overhear. And she spoke rapidly, running the words together in her eagerness to get them out.
«I feel like I need to tell you this Alexander… Chi-Ling said that… This smoky incense stuff doesn’t force the inhaler to do something that goes against their own will, or against their own wishes. In that way I guess it’s kinda like hypnosis… I’ve heard that hypnosis could never force a person to kill people if the person believe killing is morally unacceptable. Which should be most people I hope. Uh, anyways… Whatever this stuff did… The users are acting on their own base desires. All the incense do is to give the users a push. That was what Chi-Ling said, that’s exactly how she explained it. She said it makes the user do things they would normally fantasize about… Give them the guts to go all out.»
She was rambling on, unable to stop her scientific lecture. I knew she spoke out of embarrassment, desperately trying to put a reasonable explanation for her dirty deeds. I decided to calm her down by putting my hand on her shoulder. She shuddered, like she had awoken from a dream.
«Relax!» I smiled soothingly. «Right now you might have mixed feelings about what transpired, but no-one but us will ever know about this, and Chi-Ling had no intention of creating a scandal because she don’t even know who we are. This will be okay! I promise!» I reassured her.
My words probably got to her, because she seemed to get back some of that businesslike self I had encountered when I first met her. At least she smiled acceptingly.
It was just then we were alerted by a new sound filling the morning. A low murmur that didn’t belong to some exotic wildlife. Could it be…
«Someone’s coming!» Greg said as the murmur intensified.
Staring northwards, I saw cars approaching in the distance. A couple of Jeeps - acting like an envoy for some invading force. At first I feared that we were being taken in by the military, but that was before I spotted the Limousine. How the hell did they get that giant thing out here on these muddy roads? I caught BingBing and Yufei staring at each other in disbelief as the caravan reached the airstrip.
«This reminds me of those movies where the heroes are rescued by the cavalry in the final scene.» Greg said.
«And I think I know who our knight in shining armor is.» Bingbing laughed.
Just as I was about to ask her, I saw what she had just spotted. In the front seat of the first hummer was Hannigan - still clad like the unluckiest pilot in the world, leaning out the window and waving his pilot cap like a maniac.
***
We arrived at the LA premiere two days over time, but the premiere of Forbidden Kingdom had been postponed due to «bad weather» and went pretty much as planned. Conrad had a lot to answer for.
To me, the whole mess proved what I had suspected the whole time - that the strangest things happen in the movie business, and that’s exactly the way I prefer it to be. It really felt like coming home after three years of absence.
Maybe that’s my biggest sin - regarding my job as nothing special, when in reality it was the best thing any man could dream of.
NEXT: Alexander give Megan Fox a helping hand.
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