A mid summer night hare (59)

Time’s up. Hareta shows up.

With just a quote of Ackley’s name, she is immediately greeted with smiles and kind gestures.

The receptionist says, “Welcome to For Sea Sun’s. Ackley has been waiting for you at the Presidential Suite. The room is on the top floor. This is the room key. Just use this to unlock the elevator and it will take you to the 53rd floor right away.”

Hareta is on cloud nine again. Hong Kong is such a paradise for dreamers. Hareta’s Hong Kong dream has finally come true. Think about it, she was just a new immigrant struggling to live in the caged houses in Wan Chai twenty years ago. In just ten twenty years, she is a hen turned into a phoenix. She is among the richest and the elites. Now Hareta is having affairs with Ackley, in the Presidential Suite of For Sea Sun’s even. What a wonderful Harvard love story.

Hareta says to herself, “You are so right. This has all proved that everything you have done and sacrificed is worth it. You are so damn right in poisoning Emmy Ran. She deserves to be murdered. You now live like a princess after getting rid of Emmy!”

As a matter of fact, the best is yet to come. Don’t celebrate too soon. What’s past is just a prologue.

On the 53rd floor of For Sea Sun’s, Hareta is shocked with awe. She cannot believe what’s in front of her. She is pinching her cheek to see if she is dreaming. Jesus Christ, this spectacular sea view is so astonishing. There is mist, champagne, balloons and nice décor everywhere. The room is bigger than her entire flat a few times. To Hareta, this is indeed “dreams come true”.

Ackley says, “You are finally here. I have been expecting you.”

Who knows, right after he finishes the sentence, around 40 people came out from the bathroom and the living room.

Hareta is a bit shy and says, “Are we not celebrating tonight?”

Ackley says, “Treat yourself home here. They are all my partners. Let me introduce you.”

There are men and women among the group, some are transgenders and transvestites even. Jesus Christ, they are all celebrities.

 Ackley says, “This is Derrick. He lives at the peak. My high school friend, a Penn alumnus. He asked Emmy out before and they sort of dated. Anyways, let’s not talk about my wife. We are supposed to forget about everything and get crazy fun tonight. Oh, I haven’t introduced our group yet. We regularly host private parties here, members only. We call ourselves the Oriental Elites Club, OEC. Oishii means delicious in Japanese. We are all strategic partners in business. You know, in any society, it is not what you know but who you know that matters.

Hareta browses through the room. She sees another 40 handsome guys standing in the suite.

Ackley says, “You know our superman Mr. Yee right. Everybody knows of him. I am the representative of Chun Wo that builds the Chi Shin Temple. Well, thanks to Qishan Group’s referral. Here is Qishan Group’s CEO Jing Shizhang.”

Ackley proudly continues, “You know Mr Yee’s Chi Shin Temple is run by Shan Hui Group, right? After tonight, you can be their CFO.”

Hareta is a bit flattered and she sips some red wine so she feels brave enough to approach the Superman.

Ackley says, “Here is our local titan, Julian Red. Well, the press is filled with news about his mistresses but they are all fake scandals. This is the founder of OEC. You know that CEO of Shanghai Bund, Princess Diana’s good old friend. And then this is Hong Kong’s most popular male singer, Dick Huld. He sings the song Robin. He says I am Batman. Now tonight, you can be Wonder Woman.”

Ackley continues, “Dick Huld’s relative is Hong Kong’s diva, Kay Danks. The girl next to her is Sora Chen. We have known each other since 2001. We knew each other from way before. She was just a college student back then, and I was too. Then she became Miss Hong Kong.”

Ackley says, “Hareta, you must know him. Yason.”

Yason may have been on ecstasy. He is so hyper active in greeting Hareta, “You can sing karaoke with me next time.”

Hareta shyly says yes.

Hareta sees so many celebrities in one night. She finds that unbelievable. She is glad to shake hands and greet everyone of them.

Ackley says, “Our members are all accomplished people of the region. And there is Ray from LSE law. And there is Mr. Tin and his apprentice Dom and Nick. This is the Deputy CEO of Coleman Saks China Kong Tsui Chew. And this is Jessica, a model we hired to lighten up the atmosphere. He is kind of busy though.”

He is busy? It is a he? Apparently, he is a transgender with long hair wearing a T-back panty and a 5-inch high heel on a pole dance.

Ackley says, “Don’t feel odd. We are a diversified group of individuals. We cater the needs of everyone according to their sexual orientations across the spectrum. Here is the Fish Prince, Alix Fun. And this is our boobie queen, Christie. The girl next to her is Rilly Yam.”

Hareta greets them all.  

She still finds it hard to believe that she can meet all of these celebrities in one night. Is this not Cinderella and her 40 princes in a night of orgy?

Ackley says, “Don’t worry. Our gathering is highly confidential. The hotel has signed a series of documents to promise that they won’t leak out any information regarding our regular private sex parties. We book their Presidential Suite every Friday, with unlimited supply of red and white wine. If you like, you can have a bath in a tub of champagne. Have you visited the bathroom? You can pour those wine all over your body like a shower overlooking the sea view of Victoria Harbor.

Hareta says, “So am I part of your league now?”

Ackley says, “Yes, because you are soon to be my wife!”

Hareta is so happy. She drinks up half a bottle of wine and gets a bit tipsy. She is now more relaxed.

Ackley says, “Please don’t worry about a thing. Nobody will find out.”

Then, Ackley hands her a bag of heroin. Apart from these drugs, there is also marijuana, cocaine, opium, ecstasy and ketamine.

Ackley says, “Please feel free to try all of them. No worries. This is just once a month thing. You would not get addicted. You can work hard tomorrow. Why don’t you take a bit of relaxation?”

Hareta starts inhaling some of these, gulping her glass of wine at the same time. Hareta feels like a flying bat now. She forgets all her sorrows and hesitations. What a great honor to enjoy sex, drugs, hallucination and alcohol with the richest in town? Isn’t this the best thing that can ever happen to anyone? She can release stress and mingle with them on a more personal level.

Then afterwards, Ackley pulls out a bunch of sex toys. Ackley says, “This is whip, choker, handcuffs and candles. Please hit me hard with these.”

Hareta is not so sure whether to take his words seriously at first. So she softly pads on him but Ackley yells back, “This is too soft. Hit me harder!”

Hareta starts to hit harder. Jesus, she couldn’t stop it once she starts. She is almost addicted to sadomasochism. She whips him hard and fast. Ackley loves it when it gets tough and rough.

Then even the Superman wants to try some, “Hit me too!”

But Superman is quite old. Will he die from it?

Hareta says, “I think you may be too old to enjoy this.”

Superman says, “No, I need to take away my stress. Choke me with this too. I like that feeling of suffocation. Hit me hard so I can feel at ease.”

Hareta starts beating up two with one whip. Who knows she is a fast sex addict. She feels a rush of adrenaline hearing their screams. She can’t stop that sadomasochism.  

Those singers and divas on the side also love the feeling of being suffocated. They tie their chokers up on the ceilings and almost hang themselves, “Jesus, this feels awesome!” 

Hareta pauses after a while and says, “Will they die from this?

Ackley calmly replies, “Don’t be so chicken. We do this every month. We won’t die from this. They like to linger around hell and come back out.”

Hareta drinks more alcohol to gain some more courage. This time, it is red bull and vodka. It makes her stay excited and aroused. These elites line up against one another. Man insert woman, and the woman licks another’s anus and that man plugs into another man, like a human sandwich. This crazy orgy one night long sex marathon wife and husband swapping private sex party lasts for hours. The bedsheet is all filled with blood, poops, urines, used and unused condoms. The floor is covered with needles, cocaine, inhalers, wine bottles, and empty champagne glasses. 

Before they get totally exhausted, Hareta decides to make a kind gesture because of her inferiority complex. Afterall, she is just a new immigrant. Just years ago, she was still starving and struggling to trade sex for her rent. She feels bad if she does not offer to please these men. So she sucks up the dick of each boss in the room, unprotected! They are very impressed by her willingness to serve. She makes a great impression among the riches.

They all say to Ackley, “This Hareta girl is very kind and polite. She has to join our party next time.”

So that’s how they begin their irreversible journey among the top elites in town.