Zhou Yongkang lounged on the faded checkered sofa, a cigar in one hand as he looked out over smog-filled Beijing. The highly influential communist official and Politburo member blew a wreath of smoke toward the bed on the far wall. Meanwhile the tap-tapping of rain drummed on the hotel rooftop like impatient fingernails.
"I thought they were on their way. What's the delay?" Zhou said. His bodyguard Wenzhu said something into his earpiece before turning to his boss.
"They're here, Master." As the bodyguard's words gave way to quiet, the hotel room's door opened and the two schoolgirls - college freshmen at Beijing University - were thrust into the room by two taciturn men in flawless dark suits.
Zhou perked up as the two attractive young women begged and whimpered. Wenzhu roughly stripped them out of their clothes until both stood in their birthday suits. "This is Xia, and the shorter one is Mei," said the bodyguard.
"And no one saw them taken?"
"No, Master," the two dark suited foot soldiers chimed in unison.
"Good. You may leave us." With a deep kowtow, both guards showed themselves out. As the door slammed shut Zhou's eyes roamed over the bodies of both beautiful girls. Xia's tall form was slender yet sported surprisingly ample breasts, with shining pitch black hair falling to just below the tips of her nipples. Her skin was an exotic shade darker than Mei's, betraying a Thai ancestor mingling somewhere within her Chinese heritage. The Chinese girl's dark eyes were transfixed in fear, her lip trembling.
"What do you want with us?" Xia cried, clenching her fists.
"Oh, I think it should become rather obvious," Zhou rumbled. He shrugged out of his undershirt and underwear, sitting naked on the sofa in his own twisted version of masculine glory. Zhou was not a handsome man. The 63-year-old politician had a hard face, and his angular body was grim to look at it. But a shrewd intelligence lurked behind his jaded eyes, and the lean muscles on his aged body spoke of a man who found comfort in the regimen of exercise.
"You have been chosen to be my playmates for the day," Zhou went on. "It's my birthday." The sleazy politician took another pull on his cigar, exhaling with a contented sigh as his eyes slid to the shorter girl, who now spoke for the first time.
"W-will you let us go once you're done with us?"
Mei's question highlighted her terror. The naked girl was maybe three inches shorter than her taller classmate. Her dyed hair was even longer, though, almost to her waist, and her full breasts reminded Zhou of ripe peaches needing to be plucked. Each girl's pink bra and panties lay discarded on the linoleum floor with the rest of their clothes. They were both instinctively crossing their hands and arms, hiding as much of their luscious tits and cunts as they could from Zhou's gaze.
"I haven't decided yet," Zhou replied, amused. He gestured at the shorter girl. "What was your name again?"
"I'm Mei, and this is my best friend Xia. Please let us go. You don't have to do this!"
Zhou Yongkang tapped his cigar, letting some ash slough away into the dragon-embossed ceramic tray. "I'm afraid I must. It is in my nature," he said calmly even as his eyes smoldered. "What beautiful girls you are, Mei and Xia. Ahhh...and your names mean 'plum' and 'glow of the sunrise.' Both pretty names to match two pretty, sexy girls. Do you see how excited you make me?"
Xia's hands quivered as her eyes locked onto the enormous pole that was Zhou's fully aroused cock. She had never seen one so huge, both in girth and height. The veins rushing up and down its sides seemed to be furiously pumping blood. She imagined that thing inside her most intimate place, and her knees went weak.
"I may no longer be a young bull, but my sexual appetites know few boundaries," Zhou went on with a cruel smile. He turned to his bodyguard. "Wenzhu, is that not right?"
Wenzhu nodded, then looked pointedly at the girls before drawing a knife from his belt. "Yes, Master...and you girls better obey him if you don't want to be punished." Mei's eyes shifted from Zhou's elongated cock to the glinting steel in Wenzhu's hand.
"Yes, Sir. We'll be good. Please, put it away. We'll do what your Master wants."
"We will see. I have my doubts about that," Zhou said cryptically. His hand made an impatient and imperious gesture at the taller girl.
"Xia, hold your arms at your sides. I want to SEE you. ALL of you. Kneel and open up your thighs."
Xia's mouth snapped open to protest, but then the gorgeous girl felt the flinty stare of Wenzhou bearing down on her. She meekly lowered herself to the floor, opening her smooth thighs as she knelt to expose her pussy for all to see. Only the barest trace of pubic hair, in fine, silky wisps, teased the sides of her precious opening. Her mounds jutted outward, tantalizing and full. Zhou couldn't decide whether he wanted to stroke them or bite them, and his cock grew harder, from granite to diamond.
"See how pristine she is, Wenzhu. Your men have brought me a fine birthday gift indeed." His eyes roved over her smooth skin, greedily taking in every curve. His free hand came down to his lap as he slowly stroked the base of his cock. The pattering of the rain intensified, a drumming which turned into a roar. Mei's gaze strayed to the overcast, gray-clad city below, and she wished she could turn into a phoenix and burst through that window, flying free.
"Mei, come over to Wenzhu. Stand by him so he can get a closer look at you," Zhou said. "It may be my birthday, but I like to be generous to my friends and followers, to share my presents."
