Feng - orders only seem to be insufficient, thus clearly he must be tamed...

Her eyes narrowed as she pondered the question of who could be trusted with such a sensitive and risky task. It would have to be someone loyal, discreet, and able to handle themselves in the shadows.

Suddenly, it clicked - Feng, her trusted bodyguard. The man was a martial arts expert and a distinguished gentleman by day, but she sensed a roguish side to him. Perhaps, she mused, with the right persuasion, Feng could be convinced to do her bidding...

Shiqi smiled to herself, already picturing the scene in her mind.

She would summon Feng to her penthouse after hours. Rising from her desk, she slowly made her way to the armoire, letting her tight leather pencil skirt ride up her toned thighs with each step. From within the cabinet, she retrieved a pair of black stiletto boots she just recently bought, sliding them onto her feet. The cool leather hugged her legs as she zipped them up, the five inch heels making her already statuesque frame even more imposing.

Striding over to the full length mirror, Shiqi quickly shed her silk blouse, revealing a black silky push-up bra that impressivly enlarged her bosom. She shrugged on a form-fitting jacket that clung to her curves, the giant silver buttons barely concealing the bra underneath. Catching a glimpse of her riding crop on the chimeys mantle, she felt a thrill course through her.

It was time to go to work.

Picking up the phone, Shiqi dialed Feng's number, her voice dripping with honey as he answered.

"Feng, darling. I require your presence. Now."

Without waiting for a response, she hung up and settled into her high-backed leather chair to wait, one leg crossed over the other, the riding crop resting casually on her desk.

It was going to be a very long night for poor Feng. But if anyone could pull off her scheme, he could. And with the right motivation from his mistress, she had no doubt Feng would do exactly as he was told.