Xenophobia
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,338
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Xenophobia
He’s little, and he takes little steps. The Chinee’s got a pigtail like a schoolgirl, and his skirts sway against his legs when he takes his little steps. “One dollah,” he keeps his eyes lowered when he’s talking, soft dark eyes only flashing up to meet yours for a second when he puts out his hand for the money. Then he looks back down at the ledger, where the Chinese writing is as pretty as his pretty Chinese skirts.
What does he think, that all miners have struck it rich? Does he think you’ve got nuggets just rolling out of your pockets, that maybe he can get rich just from the gold dust in the hems of your shirts? Goddamn Chinee bastard, he charges as much as half the whores in the city, and he’s prettier than most of them into the bargain. Someone ought to teach him different. He needs to learn how to give a miner his money’s worth.
One dollar, and he’ll take your shirts into the back room, where the steam is thick, and it smells so fucking pretty and foreign. Sometime you’re gonna follow him back there. You’ll push him back against the washtub, right into the middle of his pretty-smelling steam and you’ll shove his skirts up over his face and take him while he stands there. You’ll give him your big American cock, right in the middle of his pretty Chinese ass.
You’ll fuck him and you’ll make him say thank-you. He’ll say it sweet, like how he asks for your money, while his dirty Chinese feet are waving in the air on either side of your ass, while you take him so hard he won’t forget what’s due to a real American miner.
Fucking little Chinee bastard, you shove the wadded greenback across the counter and you wait while he writes you up your ticket. Fucking bastard, with his pretty Chinee writing, and his pretty Chinee ass, under his long skirts. “Thank-ee,” he says, bowing so you can see the part down he middle of his pretty long hair. He takes your shirts into the back room, and you watch his ass wag to and fro as he takes his little steps. Someday you’re gonna show him. Someday you’ll get your money’s worth.
What does he think, that all miners have struck it rich? Does he think you’ve got nuggets just rolling out of your pockets, that maybe he can get rich just from the gold dust in the hems of your shirts? Goddamn Chinee bastard, he charges as much as half the whores in the city, and he’s prettier than most of them into the bargain. Someone ought to teach him different. He needs to learn how to give a miner his money’s worth.
One dollar, and he’ll take your shirts into the back room, where the steam is thick, and it smells so fucking pretty and foreign. Sometime you’re gonna follow him back there. You’ll push him back against the washtub, right into the middle of his pretty-smelling steam and you’ll shove his skirts up over his face and take him while he stands there. You’ll give him your big American cock, right in the middle of his pretty Chinese ass.
You’ll fuck him and you’ll make him say thank-you. He’ll say it sweet, like how he asks for your money, while his dirty Chinese feet are waving in the air on either side of your ass, while you take him so hard he won’t forget what’s due to a real American miner.
Fucking little Chinee bastard, you shove the wadded greenback across the counter and you wait while he writes you up your ticket. Fucking bastard, with his pretty Chinee writing, and his pretty Chinee ass, under his long skirts. “Thank-ee,” he says, bowing so you can see the part down he middle of his pretty long hair. He takes your shirts into the back room, and you watch his ass wag to and fro as he takes his little steps. Someday you’re gonna show him. Someday you’ll get your money’s worth.