Purple Lotus of the orient. - Tuesday Morning Fiction

Second chapter of the story.
Audio at the bottom.

First chapter
https://steemit.com/writing/@ralph.clayton/purple-lotus-of-the-orient-sunday-morning-fiction

Chapter {2}
{Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs}
It’s two in the morning, some footsteps move silently in the darkness. They are moving downstairs in to the basement of the mansion. It’s Mr. Han, he has returned from his late meeting with his associates. At this time of night, they must have been drinking and gambling at the casino again.
Degenerates by nature, a total shame to society.
Last year, Mr. Han was caught red handed outside a motel with two Korean prostitutes, the scandal was all over the press. He couldn’t show his face outside for half a year. What a disgrace, such shameful behavior cannot be tolerated. Nowadays he needs to be more careful, now he resorts to other methods. There are many other way to please his dark devotions and desires.
He now gets his way with the maids in the mansion.
Silent little sheep, ready to be eaten by the hungry wolf, Mr. Han. He’s the hungry beast with insatiable hunger. He wants to eat them all, the more tender and younger the better.
Lian sleeps like an innocent angel under her heavenly white sheets. It’s been six long years, since she left her piss-poor village. She’s become a high-class maid, in capital city. Several years of training have finally paid off. At last she can relax, hunger and despair are memories from a long forgotten past.
She is now a princess, the fairy princess of the maids.
Her skin is soft and smooth as silk, an unimaginable precious attribute that Mr. Han worships. Her enchanting green eyes can charm the master as nobody else can. Her long and precious black hair, delicately falls over her shoulders. She’s a blissful angel on earth, she’s Mr. Han’s pleasure goddess.
The footsteps of the master are gradually approaching Lian’s bed, slowly getting closer and closer until they stop. The sound of his clothes hitting the floor break the perpetual silence in the darkness.
He’s now naked and standing in front of her bed.
“My dear butterfly, are you awake?” He whispers in the dark.
Lian is dreaming, the rice farm where she grew up is a far away memory that still feels vivid and real. She’s sleeping completely naked under her cotton sheets. Her firm breasts are like two glorious youthful mountains that Mr. Han is ready to explore with lustful intent. He particularly loves her nipples, they are round, soft and delicate.
Unlike his wife’s dried up doughnut-rings.
Mr. Han just irks at the sole thought of touching those hanging old breasts. He goes to great lengths to avoid seeing his wife naked. He would probably have a heart attack right on the spot. Just to imagine, seeing her old flabby skin hanging.
It utterly makes him want to vomit.
But this, is another story. The soft and tender place, right between Lian’s breasts. This is heaven on earth, it is Mr. Han’s own paradise. A sacred place where he’s free and boundless, ready to escape from reality.
“My sweet butterfly.” He says while slowly crawling on the bed on top of the cotton sheets.
Lian is only 19 years old, and the only man she’s ever had sex with is Mr. Han. Yet she knows that, having intercourse with a decrepit 55 year old man.
It’s repulsive indeed.
Especially when the old man smokes like a chimney and drinks like an Irishman on St Patrick’s Day. His smell is just hideous, lying in bed naked with the old man is just disgusting. But Lian is a clever girl, she knows that she’s got to be nice to Mr. Han. Or else, her future is on the dirty streets of Beijing. She knows that she probably wouldn’t even last a day in such brutal wilderness.
“I’m awake Mr. Han” She replies with her angelical voice.
She slowly removes the cotton sheets from the bed, revealing her majestic naked body. Lian the temptress, she opens her legs wide open for Mr. Han. There are three small windows on the left side of the room, they let in some silvery moonlight. Lian’s feeling hot, she’s very aroused and her perky nipples are rock solid.
Mr. Han’s lustful eyes are wide-open as the eyes of a hungry cat in front of a big and tasty red salmon. He's almost drooling like an idiot who is high on diazepam and is permanently living in a nuthouse. His expression is absolutely priceless, if Lian could just take a picture of this pathetic old man. She'd sell it for a fortune to the tabloids.
This are sweet dreams indeed.
“Come inside me, I'm wet as a whore.” Lian says while teasing Mr. Han with her voluptuous naked body
He doesn’t think twice, he’s obliged to accept the unscrupulous invitation without hesitation. Mr. Han is now deep inside Lian, stiff as an iron rod. His face finally reaches paradise, that magical place between her young breasts.
Nothing could be better than this.
For Lian, this whole situation is more like a repulsive chore, rather than a romantic moment. There is no romance in screwing an old man for money, actually money would be good. She does this almost for free, her only payment is the warm bed where they now rest and her salary as a maid. Occasionally she gets presents from him, but that doesn’t count.
Perhaps it’s time to ask for a higher salary, Lian needs to talk to the boss. The master of the house.
She can’t really look in to the eyes of Mr. Han’s wife, she feels too ashamed. Perhaps if Lian explained the situation, she would forgive her. “He forced himself on me, this is rape!”
That would probably get her fired or even worse. You can’t blackmail rich people, permanently getting rid of maids is easy for them.
Mr. Han is completely drunk, all the mad strength that he had three minutes ago is now completely gone. His excitement and arousal is now unfortunately utterly flaccid. Not even a Viagra pill could pull a miracle on this old man. He’s completely facedown, with his fat cheeks buried in Lian’s breasts. He’s mumbling gibberish in his sleep.
“My love let’s run away, she will never find us.” Mr. Han keeps mumbling while he sleeps like a baby in Lian’s arms.
The old man is drooling on her, saliva slowly drips out of his mouth. Drop by drop it slowly flows out, it touches her skin. Her young and delicate skin is being tarnished by this old man’s decadent bodily fluids. It’s a majestic tragedy unfolding, this sticky liquid is making her insane.
Lian is just about ready to kick him out the bed.
Then something happens…
Somebody is coming down the stairs in to Lian’s room. Little by little the footsteps are getting closer and closer. Until they finally reach the door and the sounds stop. Suddenly, the wooden door is slammed open with furious energy. The light in the corridor reveals a female figure.
It’s Mr. Han’s wife. Hell on earth is about to be unleashed.
Shockingly but not surprisingly.
She’s holding a gun, a silvery Magnum. The old woman was always in to western films, perhaps this weapon is part of her private collection. All she needs now is a cowboy hat and a loyal horse, perhaps she wants to play sheriff?
In this case, Lian must be the villain.
Somebody is going to get justice tonight, it’s just not clear who. Perhaps, but not likely.
Everybody wins.