Thai/Malaysian

She was Asian.
Malik's wife was an Asian woman. And a stunning beauty to boot. She seemed sporty and athletic, while still maintaining a slim body with surprisingly well rounded boobs. And she wore a tight tank top to accentuate her curves and her body. She couldn't have been older than him, probably a few years younger. But she had the attitude of a well off middle class woman. Josh just stared at her.

Her reaction was rather bored. "Malik's not home. Get lost, boy", she said, and was about to close the door.

"Wait, please!", called Josh, and put his foot into the door. He heard Anna gasp, while Malik's wife suddenly snapped into full attention mode and instinctively raised her hands into some kind of combat stance. "If you're thinking of causing any trouble, boy, you got the wrong girl", she said icily.

Josh raised his hands. "Sorry, ma'am. No trouble. I just really, really need something that I lost here earlier. Do you know if your husband picked up a jacket? Blue?"

She cast him a distrustful glance, and he remembered that he represented an ethnicity which was known in this reality as trouble makers. It took him a few seconds to also remember that all those fetishes he had typed into his app earlier about Asian women were still in place, despite the rest of the world having turned upside down. Josh inhaled sharply. Maybe this was his lucky day after all. If he could find out the weakness of Malik's wife, he could get his phone...

The woman interrupted his thoughts. "Might have. But as you can't prove that it's yours - not giving you shit, boy."

"I can prove it's mine. There's a phone in the right upper pocket. Silver. Background picture shows a Ford Mustang."

She studied him for a while. Then her eyes narrowed. "Wait a minute", she said. "You're the bird shit guy who started a fight with Malik, right? Now it all makes sense."

Damn.

The Asian eyed him up and down. "Well, I must say, you're a pretty handsome cutie." Josh stiffened. He didn't like where this was going. And he did feel a bit objectified. "Hey, cat girl!", she called over to Anna, and Anna assiduously came closer. The look in the women's eyes made clear that she was looking down on Anna as well. "They say, white boys are all stallions. He a stallion?"

Anna nodded timidly.

The woman smiled. "Are you ready to trade for your this jacket of yours?"

[Remember what Thai and Malaysian fetishes were? Poor Josh might be in for some unexpected fun. If you want to find out more, motivate me with a like. Or a comment. Or both. Authors like feedback.]