The second page of the invitation was representing, in an exquisite manner, a woman knelt at the feet of the impavid Bouddah, her thighs wide apart, displaying her most intimate charm to the eyes of a row of asiatics kneeling behind her…
Already shivering with anticipated pleasures, Monique admired the little painting, and immediately telephoned Max to tell him that she was accepting… They agreed that she had to be completely dressed in black. And later in the evening Monique went and met Max, in his best tuxedo, waiting for her in the nearby woods.
After the ritual welcome, they entered the main living room, following the little bare-breasted asiatic girl. On the threshold, Monique a little shy, looked inside, they had replaced the sardonical smiling Bouddah by the luminous glass one, he was assuming the same attitude, and his stretched arms seemed to call for Monique embrace. He was propped on the huge mirror, and was reflected in the clear mirror as in some deep lake.
On each side of the Bouddah, were Tai and Chang, in their best ceremonial attire… In half a circle, were six asiats, squatted on cushions… In front of each of them a cup, and in front of the cup a little bulb, dark purple…
Tai got up to greet the visitors, and holding their hands brought them in front of the Bouddah. They halted in front of the idol, and Tai seemed to pray… Then they went by Chang, who asked Max to sit by his side.
Tai took Monique with her on the other side of the Bouddah, then showing to her a china tea-pot she said:
“At the solemn celebration of the feast of the Hevea, it is customary, when a European woman is invited to our rites, to give her the honor of serving the tea to other gusts. However to do so she has to assume the same position than the women in our countries, when they take care of their homes… That is, squat on the ground, your knees must not touch, and it is also part of the rite that the lamp of the ancestors must be placed between your feet.
Tai gave Monique the Tea-pot, and bowed in front of her, then she sat down… Monique quite upset came to the first asiat and stood her feet on each side of the luminous purple bulb… The man, without any expression on his face was looking at the elegant curves of the legs and thighs… Monique understood then what Tai was expecting from her, and in the silence of the room she opened her legs and placed her feet on each side of the little lamp.
Then slowly, and looking interogatingly at the man, she squatted on the ground, her knees wide apart. Her dress, in half circle, concealed to the other guest the little lamp, but in front of her nothing was concealed. The material of her dressed was rolled up on her legs, and the man could see under the skirt, the thighs, white over the black silk stockings and the crotch, with its golden fleece, and under it the pubis, and even far deeper, the pucked mouth of her ass-hole.
Monique was hesitating, she felt at the same time, rebellion, shame, and desire. She did not know to what feeling she had to surrender. She was so absorbed in her meditation that she nearly missed the man's cup, and thought that she had poured the tea out of the cup… She looked at the man, but he was not paying any attention to his cup, he was watching Monique between her legs as if hypnotized… Otherwise his face did not betray any emotion, and his hands were concealed by the long and wide sleeves of his ceremonial dress. Little by little the cup was filled up to the brim, and Monique finally got up, the man did not even do as much as look at her when she did so… Monique however noticed that he had closed his eyes… Perhaps in order to keep more clearly in mind the vision of that treasure that he had been contemplating while she was pouring the hot drink in his cup.
Slowly Monique walked in front of the next guest and then again she knelt and squatted on the ground, revealing to the eyes of the oriental the secret of her intimites while the hot tea was filling his cup…
One by one, each cup was filled, and at each time Monique felt a strange voluptuousness in exposing to the eyes of those perfectly unknown men, her most secret parts. Then suddenly, when she had just finished pouring the tea in the last cup, a strange melody piped in the room… And the young asiatic girl that had introduced them in the living room mimed in front of the guests a ritual dance.
But had that dance been created to be danced in such a way? The young girl was completely naked. On her a sort of turban was posed on her hair, as a crown. A long necklace of black pearls, with a huge stone encrusted at the end of the loop. She wore bracelets with the same motives… She was barefooted. Monique could not understand all the symbols of the so called sacred dance but she could see the looks that the man were giving the girl… Their eyes attached to her cunt, watching any movement that could open that sweet and pink mouth… The annamite was quite supple and it really was a pleasure to see her body twirl around the men, she did not reveal her most secret part in that dance.
Monique leaned over Tai's shoulder and asked:
“How old is she?”
“Fourteen. Supple isn't she? her breasts are a little too small as far as the Master's taste is concerned, but she has other qualities…”
And Monique saw Tai smile for the first time.
The dance ended with the record, and the girl gracefully bounced away. They all finished to drink their tea, and Chang gave signal… All the lights were dimmed and the Bouddahs Phallus was soon the only light left in the room. The men also turned their lamps out.
Tai got up, and, taking Monique by the hand, took her to the middle of the room. She undid the blouse, and caressed the marvelous globes for a couple of minutes.
THE LAND OF SMILE-FEAST OF THE SACRED HEVEA
“It is part of our rite, when women are present at that festivity, that they should offer their suppleness and other qualities to our God. For us, the feast of the Sacred Hevea is a very important one… As you know economically speaking, the Hevea is our bread and butter, and we have to be grateful to our God for giving us such a marvelous tree. Now it is your turn to pay the Gold His tribute, on your own way, but it is also a tradition that you do your dance, or at least a little part of your dance in front of each of the guests before you perform it complete in front of the Bouddah. Now show us if you are as slender and supple as the little Congai.”
Tai unzipped the little silk skirt that Monique was wearing, and the girl was naked except for her hat, her veil, and her black stockings and high heels… Tai moved away from her, and Monique was left alone in the middle of the room, shivering with apprehension but also with impatience for the coming pleasure…
Then the little purple lamp lit in front of the first man… The young girl who had just finished dancing now was sitting in a corner of the room, playing some sort of harp, and a strange beat, more animal than melodious, came in the room.
Monique had no special knowledge of dancing, but all females instinctively know how to react when they are supposed to be seducing the male… She found the exact poses, and movements… And more like an arab belly-dancer than a priestess of Dali she started dancing… She revolved on herself, twisting slowly, and offering each side of her body to the men's hungry eyes… Her breasts were moving gently the light of the little lamp seeming to enhance, if possible, their volume… Her eyes half closed, Monique was dancing, her arms above her head, her torso provocatingly offered, and she saw that another lamp was lit… She understood the invitation and moved in front of the other guest… — . And then another, and another… In front of Chancy and Tai she danced for a longer time, and they seemed to appreciate it. Then Tai showed her the Bouddah, and his luminous dick, gleaming in the dark.
In front of the glass statue, Monique had to do her act again… And then her flesh was reflected in the mirror upon which laid the glass-god. Monique was entranced, she did not know that she was doing any more… She was frankly obscene, and her ass was rubbing against the warm glass dick of the Bouddah, she was dancing between the stretched arms, and miming the most obscene possession… She really wanted the statue… They were all strangely silent, watching the dance…