The Spice Trade

It was just a lot like any other night. I was alone, I got to thinking... and then maybe a little fantasizing... and then... well, I came all over her dress.

I mean, it's embarrassing enough to admit it. It's just that I can get so carried away and...

Her red one. The Chinese silk dress. The really tight sexy one with the long skirt and the slit all the way up to her hip. It's red and got the embroidered pink blossoms, it has the little collar and the short sleeves... She just looks so fucking hot when she wears it...

I really can't be blamed for loving her so much, can I?

Oh God, I love her.

The dress, I bought it back when I met Lin Yao. I picked her up one night in a Chinese restaurant and we've been going out for a month or two now. I tell people she's the best take-out I've ever had.

But I guess I'm not in the mood to be very funny. Because when she came home tonight and found me lying on her dress and rubbing myself on it, she had a sharp scowl on her face that could cut diamonds.

"You pathetic." She said to me in her accent. She hadn't been in the US for more than a couple of years, but I love the way she talks. She just turned and left.

I tried to stop her. I tried to explain. But she wouldn't let me explain.

Doesn't she understand how sorry I am? I just love her so much.

---

Today I tried phoning Lin Yao all day, but she never answered any of my calls. I think she's angry with me. She never came back that night, and it's been three days. I'd kill myself if I lost her.

Working all day at my home business was something I hoped would take my mind off things, but it didn't work. I create training courses for accounting systems. I do the manuals and materials, then I test everything out and send them off to businesses all over the country. It's all done here at home and I make a decent living doing it. The work is pretty meticulous and takes a deep knowledge of computers, accountancy and how to assemble clear teaching materials. Usually, it takes all of my concentration.

But today I was just distracted, hoping my phone would ring and Lin Yao would talk to me. I didn't get anything done. I hope she calls.

---

It's been a full week, but finally I got a reply. Kind of.

A guy from a moving company showed up to take all of her stuff away. There isn't a lot, just a half-rack of clothes and some little stuff. I told the guy that I'd give him fifty bucks if he just told her that he couldn't find the place. He was Chinese, obviously from Lin Yao's part of town, and I don't even know if he really understood me. But he took the money and left.

My friend Craig came over and told me that I was just moping around for nothing. He's never much liked Lin Yao, but he never got in the way. Maybe he was just trying to cheer me up, but it wasn't working.

I tried to explain it to him (leaving out the dress part) and he still didn't get it. He said I'd always had a thing for Asian girls and that Lin Yao was just another one of my obsessions. He's crazy. Sure, I've had a few Asian girlfriends, but it's just coincidence.

Once he was gone, I just drank myself to sleep. Just not before I had left a few messages on Lin Yao's phone, though. I hope I didn't sound drunk, because I really need her to call me back.

---

It didn't take her long to come back to me. She made some excuse about getting her stuff, but I knew she'd eventually talk to me again. It's been about ten days, but that's only because she's a very strong-willed person.

She was very angry, but it didn't do anything to mask her beauty. She has the most beautiful almond-shaped eyes that are just a sliver open. Her skin is incredible, golden brown and without a blemish anywhere. She's perfection.

Her hair, black and thick, was usually straight as a rail. Today, she had it tied up in a bun, with two sticks holding it place. I could have just creamed myself looking at her. And still, there was more.

Her body is so incredible. Even though she was wearing a huge oversized sweatshirt and baggy jeans, I knew that her stunning model-like figure was beneath it. Her thin, softly swept legs and her sparingly slender ass were maybe too slight for some people's tastes, but I loved them. Her waist was unbelievably lean, her upper body was so narrow and tiny that touching her was threatening to break her, like porcelain. She didn't have much in terms of breasts, though what she had was just a handful, and pert. It was like plucking fruit so fresh it had yet to ripen.

"Hi baby." I said to her at the door.

"You sad. Sad man. Sick man!" She said to me, cross. "Give me stuff back, or I go to police!"

She was angry with me, but now that she was here, I could save our relationship. I knew I could. So I talked to her, and talked to her. It took a lot of promises, and I eventually got her to come in and sit down so we could talk.

Lin Yao wasn't very responsive, though. I just begged and pleaded with her to come back, and stay with me. I knew that if we could just be together we could work everything out. I just wanted her to know how much I really, really loved her and would never do anything to ever hurt her and I would treat her like a princess and buy her everything she needed.

She never even looked at me.

I finally had to ask what I needed to do to get her back. I told her I'd do anything - anything at all.

"You do anything?" She said.

I said yes. Yes, of course I'd do anything.

"Okay." She said abruptly. "I stay if you wear this."

She handed me a ring. A ring with a fine carving on it. Gold, square-shaped bands that ended in dragon heads. It must be a family heirloom. And she was giving it to me. I felt like everything was going to be okay now. This was like an engagement ring. She did love me. I knew it all along. I slid the ring on my finger.

Then she smiled. I almost never saw her smile.

And just like that, I had her back. I'm so happy. She'll never regret it.

---

Today was the first day in our new relationship. We slept together, but she didn't want to make love. She said it was her decision now, and she'd do it only when she wanted to. That's difficult for me to accept, but I'll do it if she stays.

When she got out of the shower she pointed around and said "You get up now. You clean room. I not your maid!"

The place had gotten kinda dirty since she left. She used to pick up after me all the time, and I guess that was something that bothered her. So when I got dressed, I started to pick up all the discarded clothes that had accumulated during our breakup.

I couldn't find my shoes anywhere, so all I had were some flip-flops of Lin Yao's to put on. Which was weird. And I felt kinda silly going around my room, like Lin used to do, cleaning stuff up.

She came back into the room to watch me do it, too. I think she enjoyed watching me do the work she used to do. Then she'd point at things and say: "Dusty!" Which meant I had to dust. I think by the end, she had me dusting the whole room.

Then I got to picking up some stuff from beside the bed. I picked up her red, silk panties and she spoke up again. "You not put away! You wear!"

I wasn't sure I understood her. Sometimes her broken English is a little tough to figure out. So when I hesitated, she same up to me and pointed to my waist. "You wear!" She said again. "You wear now!"

So I guess she still had a little bit of playfulness under that angry facade she showed. I knew she wasn't really as mad with me as she appeared to be.

---

I made a mistake today. Things had been going along so well for the past few days - we were really just in the first stages of mending our relationship. And then I asked Lin Yao when she would start cleaning up again.

She was fiery mad. She threw a tantrum like you wouldn't believe. Lin was cursing in Chinese, spitting as she screamed at me. I had really hit a nerve.

"Now! I treat you like you treat me!" She yelled. "You no good! You no respect!!" So today, when I cleaned the house, she had me dress in her clothes. Just in her favorite sweatshirt and her black leggings, so it wasn't too humiliating. Because humiliating me just wasn't in her. I know she loves me too much to do that to me.

She did have me wear a black wig, with long straight black hair. I think she was just joking around. She's such a kidder. Some people don't get her sense of humor, but I do.

After I cleaned the whole house, she then had me cook dinner, too. Of course, I didn't object, to avoid another scene. I can't stand the thought that I could make her so angry. Then, when she couldn't get a rise out of me for making me cook, she then gave me a shopping list and sent me to Chinatown to pick up herbs and medicines.

And I did it, too. I went down to a corner shop she told me to go to and bought everything she asked for. And I also wore her clothes and wig. Heck, I didn't know any of these people. Whatever they thought of me was unimportant. I had to prove myself to Lin.

Going in to the shop, it was a classic old-world Chinese herb shop. All sorts of drawers, cabinets and jars filled with crazy-looking roots and dried things that could have been fruits, vegetables, flowers or lizards for all I know. I handed the list over to the old man, and he shook his head, and tried to wave me out of his store. I don't know what his problem was, but I crammed the list back into his hand and demanded that he sell me whatever it was that Lin Yao wanted. I would not fail her.

He then took a second look at me and then at the ring on my hand, and smiled with his crooked, sparse, yellow teeth.

---

"Xiao Chen!" Lin yells. She's taken to calling me that. She said it was just a term of affection. But she shouts it with a tone of anger and impatience. "Xiao Chen!" I can hear her calling me that in my dreams sometimes, I hear it so much.

The weeks that have passed since she came back have grown into a sort of pattern. I'm solely responsible for cooking and cleaning the house. When it first started to become a regular thing, I told her that I needed to spend my time on my training courses, and couldn't be doing household work all day.

So then she then decided to help out with my work. I would rather she just do the chores herself, but she didn't want to. She first started out by typing up my notes and doing some Power Point, but then she started doing whole sections of the manuals by herself.

I want to see what she's doing and how good it is, but she won't even let me look at her work. Instead, she checks my work - like she even knows how to spell check my English. I hope we work this out before Confeld Mercantile wants their materials. I don't dare send them the gibberish she must be doing.

But for now, that deadline is a long way away. Today, we're still working on our relationship. We have a lot of issues to tackle. I know, because she's dating someone else.

I think she's just trying to make me jealous or trying to teach me a lesson, because I know she loves me too much to hurt me - if this were real. She acts like nothing's going on, but then deliberately leaves clues for me to find, like a phone number and some incriminating e-mail on my computer. Maybe I should call it her computer. She seems to have it taken over from me.

His name is Josh, and he's definitely not her type. He's about six two and the all-American football homecoming hero sort. She barely even tolerates the American lifestyle I live, so I don't know how she puts up with a guy like Josh. You know, I even found a packet of ketchup from Burger King in her purse the other day. She's no more able to eat a hamburger than she is to be able to sprout wings and fly. It's just not a part of her character. I'd like to hear her try and say "Whopper." That'd be a good laugh. She must hate hanging around with this Josh character. No wonder she has me cook her egg foo yung and chow mein.

And all to teach me a lesson. Well, I know when it's my place to take my punishment, so I don't say anything. I just let her do what she wants. I deserve it. At least that's what she keeps telling me.

That's why I still wear her clothes and her wig around the house. Because I know she wants to get some satisfaction from being in control. So I wear her shirts, her skirts and flip-flops - and even that wig too. When she shouts "Xiao Chen!" I come running.

I know she does all this because she cares. She really does care for me. Even when she calls me a "lazy cunt" I know she's really just doing it from her heart.

---

When Lin Yao said she wanted to teach me how it felt to be her, I had no idea how far she would take it. She has me taking Cantonese language lessons, and making me practice talking in a Chinese accent all day long. After my first week, she then became so angry with my inability to learn, she forbade me from speaking in anything but Cantonese anymore.

And when she wasn't calling me Xiao Chen, she just referred to me as "girl." It was "Clean the kitchen, girl!" and "Do the laundry, girl!" So I do it.

Then, one day, I was home alone scrubbing the tile grout in the front door entrance when that Josh guy just walks in the door. He had a key!

He almost tripped right over me when he came in. "Fuck!" He yelled at me in a deep, booming voice. "What the hell are you DOING here!?" He yelled. The glass in the windows shook as he spoke. I had never seen anyone so angry. My self-confidence just evaporated. I didn't want to threaten him or anger him any more. He could have easily snapped my neck with two fingers. He was a huge man.

"I clean." I said, in my accent. It was an accident - I was just so used to speaking with the accent, I did it naturally.

"Oh." Josh said, looking at me funny. "You must be her girl."

Continued at TGStories.com