Evelyn receives the Courtesan's Surprise

“Gosh,” said Fiona, now in corset and bloomers, with a big red rubber strap-on fastened around her waist and protruding from her crotch. “You girls sure are generous.”

“We always follow customers’ instructions to the letter,” said Mei, double-checking the straps that held Evelyn down on the padded bondage cross. The utterly furious, dishevelled, hotly blushing woman was presented nude and spread-eagled to all the giggling Chinese girls in the parlour, her raven-dark hair glued by sweat to her skin, her full pert pale breasts, silky triangular dark bush and shell-pink pussy lips, gleaming with inner wetness, presented to the impassive dark eye of the Chinese-girl-manned Victorian movie camera that waited to document her incoming humiliation for the benefit every indecent theatre and private gentleman’s club in the world. “Doesn’t pay to get a bad reputation in this business.”

“Thorough, as well.”

“It’s clear that your friend Evelyn wants the most embarrassing experience possible.” Evelyn’s dark eyes, not impassive at all, flashed with helpless anger as she struggled against her bonds. Jade clamps adorned her nipples, attached by threads to ceiling pulleys so they’d tweak her whenever she wriggled, and vulgar, mocking slogans had been scrawled all across her body in English and Chinese. “We aim to please.”

“What’s that mean?” said Fiona, pointing to the character 奴, which was stamped on both of Evelyn’s blushing cheeks.

“****. It’s derived from the character for woman and the character for hand, see?”

“Oh, how clever! And what about that?”

“That’s a dense four-line allusion to a classical Chinese poem. But, roughly translated, it means that Lady Evelyn here is a naughty, arrogant little brat who needs her bare bottom spanked twice a day so she doesn’t cause any trouble. Much like the legendary Four Shamefaced Princesses of Chang’an, who were paraded nude around the city by General Chao in the Year of the Broken Drum.”

“What a rich, fascinating history you have. Now, what did you want me to do, exactly?”

“We decided,” Mei explained, as Evelyn shrieked muffled obscenities into her gag, “that the most embarrassing possible experience for a girl like Evelyn is to be stripped naked, tied up and fucked with a big red rubber strap-on by her despised arch-nemesis, the single person she hates the most in the entire world. While ten pretty Chinese girls tickle-**** her.” The Chinese girls, crouched in various locations around the bondage cross, armed with fingers and feathers and stiff scrubbing brushes, giggled and winked.

“Yes, that ought to do the trick. Anything else particularly dreadful you have planned?”

“Lady Ashcroft ought to drop in some time tomorrow, after the garden party, with a dozen or so friends. I believe she’s bringing her own strap-on. And at some point we’ll most likely mount her on a wooden horse and parade her through the streets of Hong Kong for everyone to see. That body-writing ink doesn’t wash off for months, you know.”

“Can I suggest you also make her do the Dance of the Seven Veils naked, in the middle of a busy casino?”

“We’ll add it to the list.”