Roadside Beauty

Roadside Beauty

The slender beauty came walking, appearing from the inky moonlit shadows of rainy Southern Chinese night. She glided through the rain in grace, her sandaled feet choosing the best footing through the muddy puddled path, off the crackpaved village road. A taxi biker eyed those smooth white feet as they maneuvered in a flowing dance. His eyes moving up to her ankles and further up to her jeans, rolled slightly.
He wished within that she had been wearing a skirt as his blood rushed in his organs as he searched in glances over her upper thighs and hips. A white blouse and a pale white arm holding her umbrella. His heart thumped harder as she stepped under the awning where he sat on his motorbike. He watched her adjusting and settling herself on the cemented ground by the roadside food stall. Just a stand with an awning and cheap tables and low plastic chairs you would squat on. She moved up closer to him.
He immediately exuded a players external calm of nonchalant toughness and business cool. He tried to hide that his heart quickened, blood rushed, hardening below just from smelling the air between them.

She spoke. Her voice ringing softly on a soothing high pitch that carressed the mind’s sense of sound between subconscious bed sheets.

“Boss..," she called out as the Chinese call any owner of a business, even if it is a taxi bike service of one, "I want to go to Taicheng. Can you go there?”

“I can go anywhere you want pretty one,” he smiled. He spoke now looking out past her as Chinese often do, glancing at her her good looks only ocassionally. They discussed the price in that same way, hardly making eye contact, his eyes outward, though her eyes staring directly at him.

"Of course we can wait until the rain calms down a little" She said
"Good." He said. "Have you eaten?"
She sat down not saying a word.
"Hey boss!" said the biker to the cook, "Get some snails and a plate of whatever vegetables and some noodles."

He got off the bike and and sat next her,"You drink?"
"She shook her head folding her hands and resting her chin on them looking directly at him staring. It was then that he noticed that she was staring more at the Jade he wore around his neck and not so much at him. Her face was pale for a southern Chinese girl, but she spoke with the local accent. Not shy at all. Even the prostitutes seemed shyer then she was. And yet she was not really flirtatious or purposely seductive either.
The biker found conversation with her easy, but began realizing he probbaly wasted his money ordering snails. He wasn't going to get her in bed. Not tonight anyway. He wanted her badly. But even if he had been the type to do it by force, there was something about
her that seemed powerful and dangerous. She was very thin, but so was a sharp blade.

She really was good looking for a rural girl, and despite her delicate grace and features, there was no msitake that she was absolutely from here from her way of talking, and from her conversation, which dealt mostly with the market price of pigs or chickens, she definately grew up, worked on, and helped withh the business of a farm and wasn't just talking nonsense.

Then she reached down her blouse and pulled a stone from her her bra, unflinchingly and unflirtingly, as if her chest was not particularly sexual at all. Now was she embarassed or seductive about drawing attention to her breast. Her head did not glance down, nor did she smile the way a flirtatious woman would, with her mouth or her eyes. Her glance did not intensify in daring or lust. She played with the stone flitting it between her fingers in an unusual show of dexterity like a street boy playing with his lighter.

She held it still now holding it up for him to see.

"You like it?" she said.

This taxi biker did not really know much about Jade, but the piece the girl held was indeed eye catching. He felt the own stone around his neck warming. As it did the girls eyes noticed his Jade again, eyes excited for the first time for an instant. She put her stone away again and sat back suddenly avoiding eye contact.

The rain began to die down and
He then looked directly at her and tilting his head up teling her to get on the motorcycle, “Serng chei la.”

With that they made off for what was a fairly long ride for motorbike and slow going at first given the wet road.

Her white jade hands wrapped around his waiste loosely and yet firm. Not afraid of human contact, but not tight as if afraid of falling off. Her body was closely in contact with his from shoulders and chest to thighs, he could feel it all on his back.
Her body was cold. Delicate, attractive, firm and yet soft. But with other girls that were this close he would feel the blood pumping through her and the heat coming off of their body. He would feel at least a little no matter who it was, man woman, young old, let alone a bold young woman like her.
Her body was cool the whole time, truly yin, cold as stone.
The got to the center of the town.

"Right here is good." she said like bells ringing seductively from a far away paradise brushing against his ear.

She got off and handed him a fair amount of money. Too much really. Being in town the city lights lit everything bright and he inspeceted carefully the Mao faced hundred Yuan bills before puting them in his shirt pocket. There were certainly plenty of fakes around and he was used to seeing them so he made sure they were real, espcially since she seemed to hand over more than he asked for so willingly.

"Is there any thing else Miss? You need change?"
"Not that's fine." she said and turned wakling away down the street.
He watched her body as she walked away, admiring her ass.
Meanwhile his phone rang and he continued to watch until his eyes caught some other hot girls. and soon he was looking at any direction.
"Wai!?" he yelled into the phone sitting one foot up on his bike.

"Bull? Hey Bull is that you?. It's Big Eyes."

"Hey what's up."said Bull, now hopping off the bike and walking around it.


"Where are you now?"

"Tai Cheng. I just droppped someone off. What do you want?"

"Hey that's good. I'm in Tai Cheng. I want to hire you for the night man, I need you to take me around to few places you know, you busy?"

"No I'm free," said a Bull, "Where are you."

"Ehhhh... Why don't you pick me up in about an hour from that club, what the hell is the name of it, with the hearts outside, whatever you know what I'm talking about right."

"Ohh the one before with where Fan got a bottle thrown at his head?"

"Yeah and they got all the boys to close of the exits and turn on the lights. We lloked through the whole crowd. Couldn't couldn't recognize the bastard anyway, he was so drunk and its dark. Yeah that one," said big eyes.

"Yeah okay one hour?"

and then the call was over. The taxi biker put away his phone and went up to a vendor to buy some cigarettes.
He lit one and suddenly remembered the money the girl had given him.

He figured once he was riding on his bike, it would be likely to blow out of the shirt pocket, so he took out the bills to put in his jeans pocket where it would be safer.
Taking it out he looked at it and he felt a rush, a shock, and looked again carefully holding the money to the light, because it seemed different. The Bills seemed to be moving and changing as he held them. He steadied himslef as if he was drunk. He wasn't but the world seemed like it was spinning. Were they fake?
Shit, they weren't fake but they weren't money, not yuan. They haded as he held them up to theb light, becoming Hell Bank notes, the money burned to the ancestors, gods and the deceased. He threw it down in fear and watched it flame up suddenly and burn away in smoke. He threw down the other one too and the other one, pissing himself and then just standing there sweating and pissing his pants and oddly not all that concerned about it.

A man walking with two girls laughing and pointing yelled out to him.
"Hey! Your pissing yourself." said the man breaking into a grin and then laughing at Bull.

Bull stared somewhat blankly at them and shook his head walking back to his bike.
He didn't really care that much. He tried to gather himself and then headed over to Big Eyes.