My Asian Dragon: A BWAM Romance Story by R S Holloway, Para Romance Club, BWWM Romance Club Page A

distance from the
village to Heifei in just under an hour. He was exhausted, and Joy
could see it in his face. "Yingtai is doing better. Your
medicines are helping. The Triad is still being held until we know
what to do with him."
    "Do
the elders still want to have him killed?" Joy asked. It was one
of the most contentious parts of the plan, and Joy was glad that
Longwei had finally gotten the elders to promise not to harm the man
until they had gotten more information. Joy thought that, more than
the supposed reason of checking on the day to day operations of the
village, was why he went back so often.
    "Yes,
but they are abiding by the agreement," Longwei said tiredly.
"By the way, the children miss you. Ming specifically asked me
to inquire if you are keeping up on your Chinese studies."
    Joy
chuckled at the innocent persistence of the girl, and nodded. "Yes,
but I doubt she'll like some of the words I've picked up from the
Triads around here."
    Longwei
grimaced and nodded. "Yeah."
    Joy
glanced inside, and saw the manager looking around in the back.
"Well, there's the manager. Let me get inside before he starts
wondering. Can you stop by my place later?"
    "You
know that's dangerous."
    "Being
without you is worse," Joy said softly. Longwei looked her in
the eye for a moment, and nodded, causing her to smile. "See you
later."
    Stepping
inside, she headed straight for the manager, who was babbling.
"Listen Joe," she said, using her own chosen name for the
man, "you need to slow the hell down before I can understand
what you want. One more time?"
    The
manager repeated himself a bit more slowly, and Joy went with what
she thought was the information he wanted. "Yeah, the new
playlist. Give me five minutes to write it down, and you can start
downloading it quickly. It's not that damn hard."
    *****
    The
Boss of Heifei was a bulky man, one of the few truly fat Chinese, Joy
had seen in this part of the country, with a greasy pompadour on his
head that looked like he was trying to be an extra in a 1960's Elvis
movie. As soon as he came in the door, she could sense a palpable
change in the atmosphere of the club, as the minor flunkies all
straightened up a little bit, and their posturing took on a servile
quality to the enormous man. He settled himself into a table in front
of the stage, and Joy watched as three of the so-called "hostesses"
immediately scampered over to sit with him, one of them on his lap.
The man's hand went to the poor girl's hip immediately, his smile
revealing rotten, blackened teeth. Joy felt her gorge rise, as she
knew she would have to at least get within talking distance of this
pig of a man.
    Luana
was doing her second set, finishing up one song early as the manager
cut her off. Coming back stage, she gave Joy a sad smile. "Good
luck," she said, and Joy could tell that the girl was truly glad
not to be the center of the Boss' attention. It concerned her, as she
knew how desperate Luana was for money to send back home.
    Stepping
on stage, Joy tried her mental trick of imagining Longwei, but it
wasn't working. Even from two meters away, the fetid blend of
powerful cologne and body odor wafted off the man, and she
desperately wanted to gag. She knew to do so was dangerous, so she
fought it down, and instead fell into another role. Setting her face
into a mask, she felt herself split into two personalities, the outer
personality that was grinding and moaning to the sounds of Adina
Howard and TLC, while on the inside she was sitting back, laughing at
the obvious way she was playing the man. She could see the bastard
lick his lips, his eyes glistening with lust as she cavorted and
playacted, pretending she was performing just for him. Part of her
realized she was, but not in the intent he thought. She was
intentionally playing him, and she realized the intoxicating power
she wielded in her hands and voice. When the last notes faded away,
the Boss was totally under her control it seemed, as he pushed the
poor girl