Mei Ling One Year Later part 2
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Mei Ling - One year later
by
B Pink
To understand this it would be advisable to read the other Mei Ling
chapters before reading
After Mei Ling and her sisters returned to Japan I lived in the basement
apartment that was all she left me with. She had taken and sold my own
home, my business and had cleared all my bank accounts. In fact my
previous life seemed to have vanished, it was as if Paul Parkins had
never existed. I was now Lucy Parkins, a teenage girl with a limited IQ
that paid the rent by allowing the landlord to tie me to the bed and rape
me. The money that I earned working in the bar was pitiful, and seven
nights a week only gave me enough to feed myself. Each Friday I would
collect the minimal sum of money from the bar owner. On Saturday I
would go to the Supermarket and buy provisions to last the week. I
would be left with sufficient money to get to work and back.
I had stood watching so enviously as my colleagues, the colleagues from
my previous life still lived the good life. To them, the tartily dressed girl
looked like a cheap slut, not worthy of sucking them off let alone being
associated with them. Like me when I had been a male, they had
standards that would not allow them to associate with a pretty but slutty
looking female.
I walked to the bus stop. It was just after six and I had to be at the club
for seven. The wind was blowing and I could feel the breeze blowing up
my skirt. The club uniform had not changed since Mei Ling had been
there. I was attired in the same type of clothes that she had wore that
fateful night that I had first seen her.
White low cut blouse, leather miniskirt, black tights and knee length black
boots. Being short of money meant that unlike the other girls that worked
at the club I had to travel to work dressed in the tacky uniform. I stood
waiting for the number 37 to arrive. My teeth chattered, and I was shivering
as the short PVC jacket that I wore did little to keep out the cold. I watched
the people walking by. They lived their lives under the restrictions that they
had set. I lived a life that had been forced on me by Mei Ling.
With envy I watched the men hurrying home from work. Their clothes were
sensible suits or work jeans. How I wanted to be able to return to the life
that had been taken from me. I knew that this was never going to happen.
For me it was to be female clothes to cover my female body, a body that
had once been an adonis had been transformed into a shell that Paul Parkins
would have despised.
The whole persona of Lucy eptimised what Paul had found cheap and
tacky. He had money, she didn?t. He had style, she didn?t. He was
clever, she wasn?t, her only talent was to open her legs and let a man
use her. She was nothing more than a walking, talking, fucking, brain dead
piece of trash. As I thought this my eyes filled with tears. Mei Ling had done
a good job on me. I knew who I was, or maybe I should say, who I had
been, but now I was less intelligent than the average school kid with the body
of a teenage girl with little hope of improving my situation.
She had told me before she went that she despised the kind of person that I
had been, and that for me to live as what I had looked down on so much was
fitting justice. I had pleaded with her to change me back, I promised that I
would never return to the obnoxious person that had been Paul Parkins. She
laughed and told me that she had no intention of making me male again ?You
are a girl and will remain that way?.
As if by magic, Mei Lings magic, I had started my first period as she spoke to
me. The pain and discomfort was something that I had to experience every month.
?You are really a girl now, you will have to be really careful that a little whore like
you doesn?t get pregnant?. Her laughter had caused me to cry as much as her
words.
The bus arrived, and I got on paying the correct fare as I entered. The only seat
was opposite a man, and I sat pulling my skirt down and leaving my hands on my
lap to stop him seeing up my skirt. He was about 40 and smiled at me. I looked
the other way. After a year I still felt humiliated in the company of others. The bar
was a nightmare. I had no choice other than to act the smiling girly or I would be
fired. I would look out at the sea of faces that wanted to be served wishing that I
had a chance to be male again, not the little slut that men would fuck, but not the
type that they would take home to meet their mothers.
The bus arrived at the club and I got off and entered by the side door. ?I hope
your panties are clean? said one of the security men smiling sarcastically. He
asked me if I had enjoyed the three guys fucking me against the wall outside the
club the previous night. I scowled at him. He did not understand Mei Lings curse
on me. I could not help myself. Any man that Lucy found attractive was free to
use her. Each night I would arrive home with my panties sticky from the semen
of guys that wanted to use my female sex organ as a mastibation device. No man
wanted Lucy as a person, she was nothing more than a piece of meat to relieve
the rigid cock in their trousers.
I went to the bar and stocked up the bottles, mopped the floor and cleaned the
counter. It was Wednesday, it was always quiet on Wednesdays. The time
passed slowly and there was only a dozen or so people in the bar.
She walked in with her sisters. It was Mei Ling. They approached the bar and
I stood opened mouthed watching them. I prayed that she had returned to take
me from this hell, she was, but not in the way that would improve my life.
?Hello Lucy, glad to see that even with your limited intelligence that you could
hold on to this job?. She laughed and her sisters giggled. They were dressed in
very expensive clothing, clothing that had been paid for with money that she
had stolen from me.
I stood not saying a word, not being able to respond to her mocking tones.
?Tonight will be your last night here, you are coming with us to Japan to
become a plaything and toy for us, the humiliation and suffering that you have
been through is nothing to what you will have in future?.
She gave me a piece of paper with her hotel address on it. ?You will be at my
hotel at 2.00pm tomorrow?. The three of them turned and walked away. I
could hear her sisters giggling, a sound that I would endure much more in the
future.
My mind went back to the first time that I had seen her and the piece of paper
with her address on it that she had first given me. How I wished that I had
thrown it away.
End of part one
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