Endure the Wave by Jimmy Boom Semtex

There was a short pause as the two designers gawped at their design, modelled on their friend Sera, who sipped her tea. She really did look like royalty.

"Why are you whispering and in shock," whispered Sera.

"Because you look like the Queen of England or Princess Diana," Kaito gasped. Chiyo nodded.

Sera danced about, laughing. "It's just a dress, it's just a dress, it's just a dress..." she sung.

Chiyo and Kaito smiled, looked at one another and joined their friend, dancing around the room, singing, "It's just a dress, it's just a dress, it's just a dress..."

It was a touching and surreal scene. Finally Sera stopped dancing, she collected the others in her arms and hugged and kissed them both. They all approved of the dress. The tea was forgotten.

Chiyo placed her hands upon Sera's smooth thigh and worked her way up. Sera looked Chiyo in the eyes and nodded, kissing her again. Then kissed Kaito. Both ladies carefully lifted up the Hakucho dress and took it off. Sera was naked underneath.

"Oh my, you look even more awesome," Chiyo observed, bending down and kissing Sera's bald pussy.

"Very sexy," Kaito said, joining in the action. She massaged Sera's beautiful boobs.

"Ah, don't stop," Sera groaned. Hands and tongues and lips hungrily sought her body out.

For whatever reason, a line had been crossed. Would it be the same if Jelma was here? Would she join in? So many questions...

Take the risk

Chen took Jelma back to Japan in his Citation jet. It would be a dramatic and risky low level flight. The risk was being shot down in the No Fly Zone. Chen told Jelma straight about this. She remained steadfast and insisted on going. She wanted to see her friends and her aunt, Tooka, in Hiroshima.

Chen and Jelma drove to Shanghai airport in Chen's small Hongdu 'bread van'; a small one litre general purpose van. This wasn't as conspicuous as his Range Rover or one of his sports cars. They parked up over a mile away and walked the rest of the way. Discretion was key. Chen's jet was parked up on the business area, far away from the normal airliner terminals. Security was low. A brick wall, fifty yards of cut grass and a single chain link fence were all that separated them and his plane.

"You sure about this? When we climb this wall, there's no going back," Chen told Jelma. His look was stern.

"Yes, I want to go. I'm definite on that," she replied, nodding. She'd wore black jeans and blouse to blend in with the night.

Looking over the head high wall, Chen nodded. "Fine then. It's clear, no one about. No security, nothing. I can see my jet. It's by the hangar."

"Ok. You first," Jelma urged. She kissed Chen and held him close.

Their embrace lasted longer than it should. They were stood by the wall down a small side road near the airport. A car was driving towards them, a mile off or so in the dusk. Its lights speared the hazy air.