The Drink and Dream Teahouse by Hill Justin

Author:Hill, Justin [Hill, Justin]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: H&C
Published: 2013-04-25T04:00:00+00:00

Liu Bei reclined on a black-lacquer bed, striped sheets over the mattress, a matching quilt rolled up at the end of the bed. Her face was powdered white, her eyes lined, her black hair pinned up behind her head. She wore a red dress with embroidered flowers, clip-on butterfly earrings, a plastic-pearl noose draped around her neck. Light perforated the closed shutters giving the room a cool twilight feel. In the darkness a red light bulb on a shelf illuminated a cheap plastic statue of Guanyin, gazing down at the bed; her hands raised in an expression of inner peace.

‘Pale Orchid.’ Fat Pan had a hint of a smile. ‘It’s been a long time.’

Liu Bei nodded, her face too made up to betray any expression.

‘How are you?’ She didn’t answer but he could feel her stiffen as he sat near her on the bed, put a hand on the bed between them and leant forward into the gap. ‘OK, don’t talk to me.’ He took off his army cap and putting it on the bed behind him, then slipped off his shoes. ‘I was only being polite.’

Fat Pan held her eyes with his own, as his hand scuttled across the bed and onto her dress. ‘It has been a long time,’ he repeated, slower than before. His hand crawled into the hollow of her dress, found the warm softness of her thigh. ‘I’ve been very busy,’ he said. ‘Otherwise I could come and see you more often.’

His hands unbuttoned her dress, let her breasts spill out. ‘Ah,’ he smiled and she tilted her face away, eyes averted as his hands moved over her body. In her mind she tried to turn the stabbing sunlight into fingers of moonlight tracing the walls; to think of her mouth full of Winter Melon Soup; of anything but the present. She focused on the statue of Guanyin, felt herself looking down: saw Fat Pan take off his jacket and shirt; pull his belt open, lift himself up high enough to pull his trousers down, and push his y-fronts down his legs. His y-fronts caught on one of his feet, then fell to the floor in an abandoned heap of clothing: an army officer costume.

His legs were hairless, except for the shins which had thick wiry curls. Guanyin watched him smooth the embroidered silk over Liu Bei’s pale flesh, massage her thighs, push the red silk up her legs, pull her underwear off. Fat Pan positioned himself between Liu Bei’s legs and slipped a finger inside.

Liu Bei struggled to concentrate on the statue’s gaze but couldn’t keep it up. She could feel the rough stubble on his chin and his hot, smoky hot breath panting over her skin. She closed her eyes as he licked her breast, moved up her body to nibble her ear.

‘I see your temple is ready,’ he said, his voice cracking with excitement as he lay on top of her then sent his bald-headed monk in to worship.

He moved in and out, she could feel him filling her again and again.

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