New York (the present)
Marcia Clark exits the penthouse of her kuxing zhe, stepping to the foyer to dress. She dons the long overcoat and flats, her only attire. Exhausted, she crudely covers her head with the wig of raven hair, too tired to prink and preen. She no longer gives consideration to her appearance, the wig simply to avoid attracting attention, conscious that her bald head combined with missing eyebrows brings an alien look.
The limousine of husband David Clark is parked nearby. In approaching, the driver exits and opens the rear door. As Marcia lowers herself to enter, the driver pushes the door partially closed, denying entry.
“Please no games, Gentry. It’s been a long afternoon.”
“Your Master’s orders, Marcia.”
“But we’re in the middle of Manhattan!” the protest coming as the enormous black hand of the driver reaches and grabs the wig.
“Then you should make it quick. Coat and shoes... now.”
Marcia looks about. Though the sidewalks are busy, there is no one directly looking. She kicks off her flats. Then in a well coordinated move slips off the long coat, ungainly in that the weather is warm, tossing to driver Gentry and reaching for the partially opened rear door. A smiling Gentry yields not, still denying entry. Marcia Clark, having spent two years completely naked in Guangdong Penitentiary, is again exposed to all.
“You have something to ask me?” Gentry’s voice low and sultry.
“Here?”
“In the back. I’ve never had a blow job on Fifth Avenue. Ask and I’ll join you in the back.”
Marcia looks down, by rote her hands going to the back of her bald head, caution abandoned.
“May I suck your penis, Sir?”
She consoles herself. If there is trouble, detained for indecent exposure, wealthy husband David will post bail... eventually.
Gentry responds... waiting a moment... a long moment in Marcia’s racing mind... silently opening the limousine door in full then stepping behind as Marcia scrambles from view.
In entering Marcia knows to kneel on the floor. Gentry joins her, casting aside the wig, coat and shoes then seating himself.
“When your husband made arrangements for your escape and return, he told me you like big black cock. Asked me to accommodate. ‘Consider it a perquisite of employment’ he said,” Gentry laughing as he unzips. “And I told him... I’m married. I lose my wife, David, and you lose the best cook you’ve had. And that’s when I learned how a rich man like David becomes rich. ‘You’re covered’, he said. ‘I already spoke to Trudy. Seems you’ve not been taking full care of her, Gentry.’ And he’s right. Trudy enjoys... and deserves... good head... something I’m not given to do. And now she’s taken care of as well. Marcia, you’ve got busy lips,” pulling an enormous penis from the confines of his uniform slacks.
Marcia knows to lean forth, obediently engulfing, tongue swishing and swirling.
“Take your time, Marcia. It’s rush hour. May as well let the traffic pass. You decide... in your mouth... or down your throat. Makes no matter to me.”
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