The Will Of The Wongs

Saturday evening found Arthur drinking alone in the hotel bar. His business meeting had been pushed back to Monday, leaving him with a weekend to kill in Glasgow. The drive from Glasgow to Chatham was too long to manage, and a flight was problematic with the metal cage imprisoning his cock.

As he downed his second whiskey, a woman sat next to him. "Arthur Sterling?" she asked, in a slight Glasgow accent.

He turned, surprised to find an attractive Asian woman regarding him with interest. "Er, yes, that's me."

She pressed a button on her phone and handed it to him. He recognized the number immediately – it was Mei's. He answered the call. "Arthur, is that you?"

"It is," he replied.

"This lady is Alice. She is a cousin and business associate of my mother's. I want you to go with her and do everything she asks. Can you do that for me, my love?"

Arthur sucked in his breath. It was the first time she had called him that. "Yes, of course I can," came his eager reply.

"Good boy," was her gentle reply, before the phone went dead.

Alice held out her hand for the phone. "Come," she said simply.

And like the sheep he was becoming, Arthur followed. She led him to a parked BMW X5 and told him to get in. The drive into Glasgow's outskirts passed in silence. When they finally pulled into a tree-lined lane, Arthur saw large Victorian houses hidden behind the trees.

Alice pressed a button on the sun visor, and ornate gates slid open. They pulled into the drive of one of the largest houses. Alice stopped the car and opened her door. "Follow me," she told him.

He climbed out and followed her, mesmerized by the sway of her hips beneath her long leather coat. She led him through an unlocked door, down a dim hallway, and into a brightly lit room. He noticed several files piled on a table.

Three ladies sat around the table. Two were clearly of Asian descent, while the third was Scottish. The Scottish woman, Fiona, spoke first. "Mr. Sterling, thank you for coming." Her accent was strong, but her business-like demeanor put him at ease slightly.

"We're in the middle of a takeover battle," explained one of the Asian women, Yuki. "Our CEO has jumped ship, and we needed a new set of eyes. Mei told us about you, and, as fortune would have it, you were in the area."

The fact that Mei had recommended him filled Arthur with pride. "I'd be glad to help," Arthur said, "but I'll need some strong coffee to sharpen my mind."

The other Asian woman, Lin, picked up a silver bell and rang it. A minute later, there was a tap on the door, and a man in his thirties entered with his head bowed. Arthur was surprised to see his uniform – a tight lycra shirt emphasizing his muscular body and tight lycra shorts that did nothing to hide his huge appendage. What struck Arthur most was the seamless metal collar around his neck and matching bands around his wrists and ankles.

"Bring us strong coffee and a fresh bottle of wine," ordered Fiona. The man bowed and left.

For the next three hours, Arthur was the center of the formidable women's world as he poured through the files. At the end of the third hour, Arthur stretched and smiled. "You ladies have nothing to worry about."

He pushed two files forward. "If you want the buyout, these terms provide enough information to get you the best value for your business. If you want to keep the business, this strategy prevents anybody from steamrolling over you."

He fished into his wallet, brought out a card, and placed it on top of the files. "Call my corporate lawyer – he's the best in the business. Don't worry about the cost."

He stood to leave, but the ladies insisted he stay the night. "My grandmother would like to meet you tomorrow," said Lin.

Alice showed him to his room – luxurious with a king-size bed and en suite bathroom. As he was about to say goodnight, Alice walked over to him. He was shocked when she stroked his face. "My cousin Mei has told me all about you. She is very fond of you." Her lips grazed his. "Even your little pricky, she said it's cute."

Her hand cupped his caged cock through his trousers. "Now I want you to be a good boy and kiss my feet, so that I can tell Mei what a good boy you've been."

Arthur looked at her, confused. Alice just pointed to her feet, and Arthur remembered Mei's words: "Do as Alice asks."

He dropped to his knees and kissed the deep red toenails that protruded from her sandals.

"Good boy," Alice told him, and turned and left. He heard a heavy click as a key turned in the door lock. He was trapped. There was nothing for him to do but shower and sleep.

He sent a goodnight message to Mei: "Wish you were here."

Mei heard her phone ping as a large cock pumped into her from behind. Arthur's concerns seemed distant and irrelevant. Thoughts of Arthur would come later, when she wished he was there to clean her sore pussy.