The Red Blouse

Shanghai Pudong Airport. No. 36 VIP lounge. Marble floors, high chandeliered ceilings, dim orange ambiance. Handsome porters and staff.

Xiao Mei stepped into a private shower room. She soaped up her body. Her softness. Thin waist and perky A cup breasts. Her round ass. Soaped up. Washing the dirt away. She began to masturbate leaning on the toffee marble. Her soft pink pussy. She took the shower head and put it on her clit. A moan. She squeaked and it felt so good. Fingering. Toying. Reaching. Her legs tensed as she reached orgasm. A guilty smile on her face.

She towelled herself dry. Put on some sweats and a hoodie. She was home. But she wanted to take her time getting there. Nadia was allowed access to the suite because Xiao Mei demanded it. Nadia herself also went for a shower.

Nadia rinsed off. Soapy bubbles between her large DD breasts. Wet. White skin. Her beauty was unparalleled and many of the porters stared at her. By now Nadia was used to the attention. She used to hate it. But now it was tolerable.

Nadia put on some fresh clothes. A red blouse and black pants. She noticed that she had owned this red blouse for sometime. It was the shirt she wore when she stormed out of the apartment two years ago. When Greg had confessed to watching cheating porn.

Nadia wondered what would have happened if she stayed. Maybe Greg and her would have worked things out. Cheating porn and porn for that matter didn’t bother her so much after working in stripclubs. Men liked boobs. It was nature and they couldn’t help it. Nadia liked cocks. She could finally admit that there was nothing like a big hard cock to ride on. Greg had a small dick, it wouldn’t have worked out. She would have stayed if it meant Alice never died.

She caught herself in a loop of thought. Greg. Alice. Greg. Alice. And things never changed. She just became more tired.

She brushed her teeth. Applied some cream. And perfume. She zipped up her bag and left the private showers.

“Excuse me Miss Nadia… Miss Xiao Mei requests you join her in the buffet room…” a Chinese woman in a staff uniform said.

“Oh, of course,” Nadia said.

The air was cool. Gently perfumed with green tea and sandalwood. Hot dishes in large golden pots.

Soup dumplings. Black pepper wagyu stir fry. Abalone porridge. Truffle fried rice. A sushi bar with sashimi and rolls. French cheeses which Nadia could now identify. And tiramisu.

Nadia avoided tiramisu. Greg’s favourite.

Xiao Mei was stuffing her face. In the middle of attacking a tempura prawn and noodles. Sipping a large coke. Nadia sat down with her smoothie and savoury porridge. Not feeling super hungry.

They didn’t say much and ate awkwardly. Xiao Mei had been acting strange around Nadia.

“Did I do something wrong?” Nadia asked.

Xiao Mei paused. She disliked being put on the spot. It was Xiao Mei that was doing something wrong. Treating Nadia differently. Like a stranger.

“You’ve done nothing wrong…. I just know something about you… That I am not allowed to say,” Xiao Mei said.

“What? Something about me? What is it?” Nadia asked.

“Can’t say…” Xiao Mei said, “And you can’t come with me to the city. This is where we say goodbye.”

“Well that’s not good enough,” Nadia put down her spoon. Metal clink. She had never said something like that to Xiao Mei. Scolding her with conviction.

Xiao Mei was stunned, “I—“

“No. I’m not being left in the dark. Not this time,” Nadia said.