Gemscentric

Written by Julian Robov


Twenty Two


He always got what he wanted. Jeffrey was having a good time in bed with Rasami. She knew how to satisfy him knowing the benefits. It was all about money and trust. He pressed her tits hard and now began to bite them. She felt the pain, but remained quiet pretending she was enjoying his every touch and bite. He took off her panties to feel her special place. He could hardly stop fingering, and the more he impregnated her hydrothermally, the greater was her passion—allowing him to stay longer. Jeffrey always had a way of doing the natural act, despite the pain she was enduring. With ease, he identified the signals. Then the thrust became intense. They had no idea how long it continued, as no one was watching their sexual kung fu except the geckos.

His cell-phone rang. Bad timing. He was angry. It was his fault. He just forgot to switch off his cell-phone. Both were lying naked in bed with liquid particles scattered around—like moonstone beads, glittering under the incandescent lighting. Jeffrey recognized the caller.
“You okay?”
“We have a problem,” Robert Chan added. “A new customer needs stones.”
“Uh-huh for Christ’s sake, not now. Who the hell is this new customer?” Jeffrey said angrily.
“One George,” Chan said quickly.
“George? There are scores of them. Is this a trap?” Jeffrey asked.
“I don’t think so. Do we have a safe place to show the stones?” Chan queried.
“How many pieces?” Jeffrey asked again.
“The fella wants to spend a lot—perhaps a million,” Chan replied.
“I see. Does he know anything about blue sapphires?” Jeffrey asked.
“May be yes, may be no. All I know is he wants the stones, and the fella has no problem with cash, but likes young chicks,” Chan replied.
“If that is the case show some of our special stones. You know, the heat treated synthetic flame-fusion blues, and some good quality synthetic flux blues. Then, of course, the surface-diffused ones. See if he gets surface-confused, before you show the real ones. Do some probing, will you?” Jeffrey conferred.
Rasami was listening to his phone conversation, but had difficulty understanding the technical jargon. Instead, she was counting the money he was going to shower this time for doing a good blow job. Jeffrey had a way of grading her performance, before releasing the payment, and when convinced, he always gave twice the money she requested. She loved the money. She also thought of Meechai. A loser but she liked him too. They could sit for hours talking of this and that, but Jeffrey was the opposite. Since the money was too good, she decided to keep Jeffrey, and had no idea how long this deception was going to last. She hoped the end wasn’t a violent one.
Jeffrey returned to the bedroom. He was in a different mood. They both gazed at each others naked body. She knew he was thinking something serious. All the smiles and passion he had just a few minutes ago had disappeared. He sat in her bed thinking instead of talking. She sat close to him rubbing his back and then stroking his penis. Instead, he watched her pressing his erection, and then rubbing inside her thighs. And he couldn’t keep his thoughts steady anymore. Then it happened suddenly. He grabbed her once again and spread her legs wider to enter. Now he was on top of her thrusting and breathing heavily. They went on for quite sometime, till both became tired of it.
“Why you quiet?” she asked in a Thailish accent.
“Ha, stupid, you won’t understand all those things,” he said aimlessly.
“You okay, Jeffly?” she asked innocently. Instead of answering her question, he kept gazing at other parts of her body.
“Do you have enough money?” he quipped.
Now she knew the answer. He never asked her how she spent the money. That was his style. And she took advantage of that weakness. All he wanted from her was her wholesome body, and as long as she gave what he wanted, he felt satisfied and content. But never in his mind did it occur to teach her the ropes of the gem trade. She was too scared of asking this pertinent question fearing collateral consequences.
“Let me show you something,” he said casually. He put his pajamas on and opened his briefcase. It was full of gemstones, cash and countless slips. She didn’t understand the purpose. After putting her clothes on, she followed him to the next room.
“What color is this?” He took an oval cut gemstone from a plastic bag and asked her.
“Pailin. I think, na,” she said cutely.
“Good. So you know something, stupid,” he continued. “You like the color?”
“Ui, beautiful!” she uttered.
He hesitated first, but decided to test her knowledge in a crude way by telling the truth.
“This is a surface-diffused blue sapphire. You like it?” Jeffrey waited.
Instead she stared at him not knowing the meaning. All she knew was it looked like Pailin, and the color was good. Whether it was surface-diffused or surface-confused, she had no way of knowing it unless someone explained their differences. Jeffrey was not stupid. He wanted her to remain ignorant. In the past he used to get carried away after a good blow job, but not anymore. The past experience of never trusting a whore rung his ears, but he liked women, and loved to play silly gem games with them, till his brain got active once again.
“I like it. Gimme one, Jeffly!” she said in her cute way. Her smile was so mesmerizing, he almost thought of giving her the stone. Instead, he gave her a juicy kiss, and quickly squeezed her tits to trigger her passion. She just reciprocated by sitting on his lap opening his fly. He loved it. And they continued their sexual kung fu for quite sometime, till they fell to the ground. Jeffrey didn’t want to teach her everything. For having done a good job in bed, he ultimately decided to give her the piece. An 18carat surface-diffused blue sapphire. And she liked the reward.