1886c- Staking Claim - Part 2

by Elle

My mother had come to sympathize with Gisele and Ching-Lan in the months after they had bonded as mutual confidants and friends -- before they had broken ties with the dance hall and moved in with us. She trusted them implicitly as she knew their intellect and their strength of will and the content of their hearts -- despite the stigma bestowed on them by the recently wealthy wives of Tombstone's upwardly mobile society. They were outcasts just like Genie has become.

Each of them had come from different worlds but the three shared a desperation and a lack of options up until this point in their lives. Their stars seemed to converge and produce a bright light of hope and resourcefulness.

Ching-Lan, Mother later told me, was classically trained and educated in the less known and less documented tradition of the Chinese Geisha. In China, Ching-Lan had said that society had become increasingly more stratified. The Shenshi, a small stratum of Chinese Literati, had begun to dominate the shaping of Chinese culture. Ching-Lan's once coveted role of highly skilled and educated courtesan was becoming less prestigious; unlike with the Japanese Geisha, where prostitution is only a small portion of the Geisha's role.

Her brother had taken her to Shangai to embark with him to the American West. The promise of wealth following a Gold Rush in San Francisco earlier and then the Silver Strikes in Tombstone made their market value greater than what their opportunities were becoming in China. The railroads were working hundreds upon hundreds of Chinese workers that would need entertainment and escape from their drudgery and toil.

Ching-Lan had only been working at The Guilded Cage for about a year. Soon after they arrived in Tombstone she had gotten pregnant by a British American Railroad executive passing thru. She spent the next 5 years raising Rikki and beginning to teach her French, and Cantonese as well as English starting at the age of two. She wanted to enhance her chances of becoming successful. Her brother supported her with his drug trade income until more competition necessitated Ching-Lan to begin work. She created an act with Rikki that shielded them both from prostitution. But required her liberal moral sensibilities to chose entertaining the men in town by making love to her daughter in private shows at the boudoir upstairs in the Dance Hall. Later she would begin to mentor me in the arts and language as well. But first she would begin to share her forbidden world with me.

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In my bedroom Ching-Lan has stoically and ceremoniously lit incense and candles through out my bedroom. There are Lotus blossom petals that she begins to adorn my freshly washed Egyptian bedsheets with. I am riveted to this display of flickering tallow and perfumed aromas. She does not speak. Steaming Oolong tea is wafting in the air from the kettle on the cast iron wood stove on the hearth. Rikki slowly and gracefully steps into the room Her almond Eurasian eyes are highlighted with dark mascara. her bright red cherry cluster lip paint belies her age of only six years. Her Chinese silk robe parts open and her petite porcelain toned body effortlessly steps through the bounds of the clothing as it drops to the floor. I had never thought about a little girl before being able to stir my senses. But my heart is beating like hummingbird flutter. Her mother awaits her in the center of the room where she has a shallow china charger with warm rose water and fresh petals floating . Rikki stands nude and motionless in the four inch deep bath of essence. Her mother brushes her waist long locks of silken black sheen slowly and rhythmically. Rikki turns effortlessly to a choreographed sequence of precise movements. Chang-Lan braids her mane expertly and tenderly. She proceeds to arrange the wide braids in a large bun that adorns Rikki like a loose hat. A generous hand painted China bowls deftly scoops copious amounts of the sensual fluid beneath Rikki's feet,. Her mother, bending down, bathes her daughter in luminescent trails of flickering liquid. Rikki postures her torso with a slowly curving S-twist with her hands clasped behind her neck. Her Mother gently lowers her knees to the floor straddling the china vessel and facing her daughter. Ching-Lan drops her robe off of her shoulders and it nests around her on the floor. Rikki submits herself to soft caresses from her cheeks and neck, around her shoulders and underarms to a back hand brushing of her small dark nipples and across her smooth vagina.

It has been half an hour or more since this ritual began. I have been mesmerized by the spiritual unfolding before me. Ching-Lan scoops up her daughter and carries her like an infant...pacing back and forth across the room. Rikki maneuvers her mouth to envelope her Mother's mahogany colored protruding nipples -- one and then the other as she is shifting in her Mother's embrace. She brings her daughter face to face with her and Rikki wraps her legs just under her Mother's breasts. They softly kiss -- slowly and gently. Rikki rides up in her Mother's grasp and gyrates her sex on her Mother's long glistening nipples -- first one and then the other. Rikki has lowered down further and begins to suck the dew she has left on her Mother's titties. She sucks both her breasts while Ching-Lan purrs.

Her Mother reaches for Rikki's ankles and holds her upside down. She lifts her little girl's sex to her mouth and softly mouths her soft pudgy vagina. Rikki's long single braid falls toward the floor and is swinging forward and back, stimulating her Mother's vagina. Ching-Lan lowers Rikki so she can access her coal black tuft of pubic hair. Rikki splits the bushy patch and pulls her Mother's neatly smooth lips apart and like a butterfly pollinating a flower she drinks her Mother's honey. Rikki proceeds to wrap her arms under Ching-Lans' buttocks To expose her anus before sucking her hole with increased tempo while her Mother moans.

Minutes of oral stimulation of her butt hole has hastened Ching-lan to lay Rikki across my bed. There in Mother and daughter rotate episodes of oral copulation until the candles burn out and the climaxes become whispers...

Continued soon...