Chapter 3 The Match #2
Natalie pressed her advantage. She snuggled up closer to him, pulling his body further into hers. She slid her left hand into Lung’s crotch and, with a delicate touch, she could tell that Lung’s cock was hard.
Natalie’s heart was pounding so hard she was amazed he could not hear it.
It was exhilarating to see how turned on Lung was. He was an IT guy but, underneath, he was still a man.
And she was a woman.
“I need to fuck someone, Lung.”
Then she said: “It’s either going to be Danny Yeung…”
She pushed herself higher, pushing her tits closer to Lung’s face.
“... or it’s going to be you.”
“Natalie!”
“You think I’m joking?” she asked him.
“We’re not going to fuck.”
“Try me.”
Lung screwed up his resolve.
“I came here to stop you making a mistake,” he said, trying to avoid speaking into her tits.
“You came here because Tessa asked you to put me in my place.”
“She did not ask.”
Natalie smiled. “She ordered.”
Lung’s silence told her enough.
“She ordered,” Natalie said, “and you told her you could do it.”
He looked away.
“You liked that she thought you could handle me.”
“I can handle you.”
Natalie’s hand stroked his cock through his pants. Gently.
“So we’re going to fuck,” she said.
“Stop saying that.”
Lung’s eyes shut.
When they opened, he looked angry.
That surprised her.
“Stop it,” he said.
Natalie stopped.
The room changed.
For a second, she heard only traffic outside, the air-conditioner, her own pulse.
Lung swallowed. His voice came out lower. “I’m not a toy for you… or Tessa… to use.”
Natalie felt embarrassed. Ashamed.
“I know.”
“Then stop.”
She removed her hand from his crotch.
Lung breathed once.
He was not helpless. He was frightened, yes. Flustered, yes. But under that, he was still holding the line.
If he held the line, it was over.
No Danny Yeung.
She’d be stuck with what’s-his-name for the rest of her life.
Natalie had to decide. How far was she willing to go?
In a second, she decided.
I’m going all the way.
Lung is going down.
Natalie said, “If you don’t match me with Danny Yeung, I’m going to take off my top.”
Lung looked at her, alarmed. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“I will,” Natalie said fiercely. “I’ll take off my top and, if that doesn’t work, I’ll take off bottoms so I’ll be naked. And, if that doesn’t work, I’ll make you take off your clothes, lay you back on this sofa and ride you cowgirl until your cock cums in my pussy.”
“Yáuh móuh gáau cho aa!” Lung exclaimed in Cantonese. Are you out of your freaking mind?!
“Then,” she said low and vicious, “you’ll make the match. You can make the match now or we can fuck and then you can make the match. Your choice.”
“I know you, Natalie. You won’t do this. This is a bluff.” But the word bluff came out more as a question than as a statement.
“Set the match.”
“No.”
She stood up, faced him and reached up to the knot to the bikini behind her neck.
Lung’s eyes went huge.
“Absolutely not.”
“Danny Yeung.”
“No.”
She tugged one end of the knot and the bikini top went loose.
She held the fabric in place over her tits with one hand and reached around her back and caught the tie back there.
“Natalie. This isn’t you.”
“Want to bet?” she threatened. “I will do it.”
“You are bluffing.”
She looked at him.
Am I bluffing?, she wondered.
Probably.
Maybe.
Then she looked at him, really looked at him.
He was cute if you looked at him in the right way. She imagined him lying naked on the couch, his cock erect. It was weird to think of the phrase: Lung’s cock in Natalie’s pussy.
She was sure that he hadn’t had sex in a long time.
Maybe he was even a virgin. It would be interesting to see Lung cum: Lung looking up, her riding his cock cowgirl style, smiling at him, seeing his face contort as he tried to stop, tried to hold back the cum, and then the euphoria in his face as he cummed into her.
And, if that happened, Tessa wouldn’t like that one bit.
Natalie could go to Tessa and say, I fucked Lung. And I’m going to fuck him again. And I’m going to keep fucking him until he gives me Danny Yeung.
Lung stared at her, stricken.
His face was pale under the flush. His glasses had slipped down his nose. His laptop sat open, filled with men nobody in the room wanted anymore.
“Tessa will kill me,” he whispered.
“We won’t tell her.”
“You say that now.”
“I won’t tell her if you do what I ask.”
“Please don’t make me do this.” He looked at her. “Please, Natalie. I’m begging you.”
She pulled the string behind her back and let her top go with the other hand. Her bikini top fell and fluttered to the floor.
Natalie was topless in front of Lung.
Lung just stared at Natalie’s tits. He just stared.
She looked at Lung while he looked at her tits.
He was mesmerized.
Natalie felt confident. Unashamed. Powerful. Strangely proud.
Natalie wiggled her tits so they bounced around a little.
That knocked Lung out of his reverie.
“So,” Natalie said, staring him in the eye, “you’ve seen my tits.” She paused. “Now do you want to see my pussy?”
Lung broke.
“Okay, okay, okay, Natalie,” he said weakly. “You win.”
Then: “Put your top back on. I’ll make the match.”
He reached for the laptop.
Natalie did not move.
Her tits floated in the air between them. Lung’s gaze avoided them.
“Say it.”
“What?” Lung asked quietly, looking down and away.
“Say you’re setting me up with Danny Yeung.”
“I’m setting you up with Danny Yeung.”
“Not what’s-his-name.”
“Not Wai-Ku.”
“Danny Yeung.”
“Danny Yeung.”
She bent down and picked up the bikini top. She put it back on and retied the knots.
Lung let out his breath.
He worked fast after that. His fingers danced across the keyboard. Natalie watched as he coded and understood none of it. But she knew that she now owned him.
“How long?” she asked.
“His incoming matches are filtered through a handler,” Lung said stiffly. “I’ll upload this script so it will bypass the public queue. He’ll see you.”
“When?”
“Soon.”
“How soon?”
“Tomorrow. I’ll upload it to the server when I go to work tonight.”
Despite herself, Natalie smiled.
Lung did not smile back.
It was as good as done.
Danny Yeung would see her.
Lung shut the laptop too hard.
He looked at her.
“Do not tell Tessa.”
“No,” Natalie said. “I won’t.”
Lung packed up quickly. Laptop, cable, device, backpack. He did not look at her while doing any of it.
He walked to the front door quickly, leaving Natalie in the living room. At the door, he stopped. He looked back.
He tried to recompose himself and regain some of his dignity.
“I can’t believe you did that, Natalie.”
Then he whispered, “You showed me those.”
Natalie stood in the living room in the red bikini, arms at her sides.
She tilted her head and looked at him. “Thank you for doing this, Lung. I’m sorry that I had to do that. I hope that you can forgive me.”
“Would you really have shown me your pussy?” he whispered in awe. “Would you really have fucked me?”
She looked at him. Cold.
“Yes,” she said. “I would have.”
For the first time since he had known Natalie, Lung looked at her not as the quiet one, the respectable one or as someone who could be safely ignored and steamrolled into submission.
Natalie Chan was dangerous.
“Goodnight,” he said.
“Goodnight, Lung.”
He left.
The door clicked shut.
Natalie stood still until his footsteps faded down the stairs.
Then she collapsed onto the sofa.
Her hands were shaking so hard she had to press them into the cushion.
“Oh my God,” she whispered.
She had won.
The room looked exactly the same as before: Walasse Ting on the wall, postcards by color, two windows catching the last dirty pink of evening, drink rings on the low table.
Nothing had changed.
Yet everything had changed.
Her phone sat on the sofa beside her.
She picked it up.
The Dragon icon glowed black and gold.
Danny Yeung was going to see her.
Natalie looked down at the red bikini, at her bare stomach, at the trembling hand holding the phone.
There were more challenges ahead.
This was just the beginning.