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The House on Dragon Street |
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By Nigel McParr
1933 was a bad year for business. Caught in the throes of the depression, San Francisco’s China Town was a vestige of its former bustling self. Lucy Vladosky, owner and Madame of The House on Dragon Street was feeling the pain. Lucy had been born in China Town and was considered somewhat of an oddity. She’d inherited soft azure blue eyes, a full bustline, and statuesque height from her father, a Russian sailor she’d never known. When he found out he’d sired her he disappeared one night into the Bay’s famous fog. The almond outlines of her eyes and her pert mouth came from her Chinese mother. She’d been pretty once and to a certain extent she still was; but the pressure of running her brothel had had its effect. She was sitting in the front parlor of her business and home, having tea and a cigarette with her best girl, Ming Loo. “I’m going to have let a couple girls go.” “Lucy, no! Where they go?” Lucy shrugged. “Look, I don’t want to do this. Goddamn Roosevelt! What can I do? There’s just not enough money coming in to house and feed them.” “I’m sorry, Lucy. Should I go tell them?” “Wait a minute. There’s someone at the front door - at two in the afternoon?” Ming Loo went to the door and returned to the parlor with a slender little Chinese man in a rumpled black suit, black tie, and white shirt. He looked frail and was wearing circular black-rimmed glasses. Lucy thought the guy would have a heart attack if he went upstairs with one of her girls. When he took off his hat, he was as bald as a billiard ball. He smiled politely at Lucy. “Are you Lucy Vladosky?” “Yes.” “My name is Mr. Pau. How many girls do you have here?” Lucy got up. “Look are you from the city or the Feds? I pay my taxes and I’m licensed! Now, get out of here before-” Mr. Pau lifted his hand and smiled again. “Please.” There was something about him. Ming Loo felt it, too. “I’m not government. I want to hire all of your girls. How many do you have?” “Six, including me and Ming Loo, if you must know.” “Are they all here?” His eyes flicked over Ming Loo. “They’re upstairs. We don’t open until 8 PM.” “I must do this now.” He took out a fat roll of bills. “I pay up front. I want all of you. You too, Lucy Vladosky - you be first. How much for all?” Lucy was stunned. She’d never seen so much money. The guy was a kook. She wanted the business, but what if the old man died on top of one of her girls – or her? She hesitated. “Oh, I’m up to it,” he said. His ebony eyes narrowed to slits and flashed with desire. Lucy saw the soul of a much younger man. “You must trust me.” Assuming he’d never pay it, she named a price. He peeled off the bills and handed them to her along with a generous tip. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked. “Yes, yes.” He spoke impatiently. “Ming Loo, go on upstairs and alert the girls. I’m taking Mr. Pau up to my room.”
While Mr. Pau undressed to his underwear and then sat on the bed, Lucy let down her long auburn hair and brushed it to a sheen. She was secretly flattered he’d chosen her to be first. He giggled softly when she slipped out of her red silk gown to reveal her ample hips and plump breasts beneath a faded shift. His ebony eyes fixated on the delicious sway of her breasts. He never took his eyes off her as she pulled the shift over her head. She stood before him in red panties and a bit of a blush that matched her panties. Her breasts descended like plump fruit from her armpits. She felt like a school girl as his eyes slowly dropped from her breasts to the apex of her fleshy thighs and the mounded swell of her sex. He spoke on a whisper. “I wouldn’t have believed it, but they were right about you. You’re a beautiful woman, Lucy Vladosky.” “Mr. Pau! Good news travels. How nice of you.” “Come here,” he said. He took her hips in his hands and held her while he buried his face between her thighs and kissed her there. She’d never experienced such tenderness. Usually she was thrown on the bed and fucked without a sliver of passion ever rearing its head. Shivers of forgotten ecstasy cascaded through her as his serpentine tongue burrowed into her. He felt more like one of her girls making love to her than a man who’d paid good money to fuck her. He took off his shorts and eased her onto the bed. When she lay beside him, she felt something huge nudging at her thighs. She peeked under the sheet and saw a cock bigger than she’d ever seen before. Mr. Pau was a little man, but he was hung like a horse. “Mother of God,” she whispered. He laughed. “It’ll be a challenge, but I’m sure you up to it.” He climbed on top of her and began to tease her and excite her with the bulbous tip of his cock. It was like having an eager little boy between her legs. But the size of his cock assured her he was no little boy. He grinned down at her and took her breasts in his hands. She was shocked to realize for the first time in years she couldn’t help herself. She wanted Mr. Pau. She thrust her hips up and onto his cock. She moaned deliriously as he entered her. It hadn’t hurt this much since she’d lost her virginity. He began to pump with deep solid strokes. Her breasts shook with his thrusts. “You like?” he whispered. “Omigod, Mr. Pau, I like very much.” In a sensual fog, she heard him ramble on about how most of the girls he fucked had tits that were way too small. He himself had discovered the secret to breast growth. She barely heard him as wave after wave of orgasmic delight washed over her. She couldn’t remember ever climaxing like that. Mr. Pau was incredible.
Afterwards, she lay on the bed unable to move. She glanced over at Mr. Pau. He was sitting on the bed looking as fresh as the moment he’d walked into her establishment. He helped her get up. His dark button eyes didn’t miss a thing as she put on her shift and silk robe. When she tied the robe and the knot disappeared beneath the arcs of her breasts, he smiled. “You have wonderful tits, Lucy Vladosky.” “And you’re simply amazing, Mr. Pau. I hope you’ll do as well with the other girls.” Mr. Pau patted the bulge in his shorts. “Oh, that won’t be a problem.”
Downstairs Lucy was smoking a cigarette when she heard Ming Loo scream. More shrieks and cries followed as Mr. Pau made his way from her room to the next girl and the next. She couldn’t believe the sounds that echoed down the stairs. She’d never heard anything like it. Her girls were experienced. They’d all seen big pricks. But she they’d ever seen anything like Mr. Pau. Was it a dream? She pinched herself and felt in her pocket. The money was still there. She counted it again just to be sure.
When Mr. Pau came down, he was wearing his suit and tie. He had a broad grin on his face. “They’re nice girls,” he said. He sat down across the table from her. “But they need some help.” “Really? What do they need?” “I show you.” He grinned as he reached inside his suit coat and took out a small rubber-corked vial. He offered it to her. She looked at him and then the clear liquid in the vial but she didn’t take the vial. He laid it on the table. “What is it?” she cautiously asked. “Mmm, we call it an elixir.” “It looks like water.” “Oh, it’s not water. No, it’s far more than that. One drop is all it takes.” “What’s it supposed to do?” she asked. “It’ll make your tits bigger - much bigger.” Lucy stared at the small bottle. “That’s impossible.” “Is it? How do you know that?” “Well, I don’t, but I’ve never heard of such a thing.” “Look, it’s perfectly safe.” He removed the cap and put a drop on his finger. He sucked the drop from his finger. “It can’t hurt me nor will it hurt you. It gave me a huge prick. It’ll give you and your girls the tits you’ve always wanted.” “My tits are big enough.” “Yes, they are big, but what if they filled your lap. This will make you and your girls so big and your nipples so hard what with all of the customers you won’t have time to get out of bed.” “I don’t believe you. You’re trying to con me.” He slid the vial across the table to her. “Go on, try it. Just a drop.” Well, he was right about one thing: bigger breasts would be good for business. She laughed nervously as she pulled the rubber stopper out of the vial. She carefully poured a drop of the clear potion into her palm. She licked her palm clean. The liquid tasted minty and fresh. As it went down her throat, she felt something beginning to happen; a change deep inside her. “You deserve this, Lucy. Remember, only one drop per girl. No more! Add it to their drinks and don’t tell them. They’ll never know.” Giddy now and feeling the heat radiating into her breasts, Lucy looked down at herself. Her breasts were tingling and seemed to be swelling beneath her gown. She became aware of their new weight on her thighs. “God in heaven, Mr. Pau, I am getting bigger. What have you done?” He pointed to her breasts and said, “I’ve worked a miracle. Do the girls next. Their new tits will be good for business.” She stood up dumbstruck. Already her new breasts were beginning to fill out her robe like they’d never done before. She gingerly touched her breasts. They were larger and as firm as they been twenty years before. Mr. Pau watched her. “I don’t know how to thank you, Mr. Pau.” She took the money from her pocket and offered it to him. He waved it away. “I don’t need money, Lucy. Leave it at this: the next time it’s on the house.” “Agreed.’ “I really must be going.” And then he was gone. The little man went through the front door and she wondered if Mr. Pau would ever come back. That night at dinner before the tricks began to straggle in; Ming Loo could see the change in Lucy and looked curiously at her. After dinner, while the girls washed the dishes, Lucy got out Mr. Pau’s vial. Her breasts were still tingling and they were notably larger now. Should she risk it with her girls? “What the hell,” she whispered. “I’m already broke. What can it hurt?” She opened the vial and added a drop of the clear liquid to each of the girls’ coffee cups.
On a rainy afternoon one year later, Mr. Pau returned to the House on Dragon Street. He noticed the exterior of the house had been painted and there was new furniture in the parlor. He grinned broadly at Lucy when he saw her. Her immense unstayed breasts jiggled frantically as she came down the stairs. The lines had disappeared from her face. She looked years younger and prettier. The buttoned front of her cotton wash dress was severely gapped and she was showing a lot of cleavage above her modest neckline. Her nipples were so prominent and poked so boldly through the fabric of her dress she looked like a working wet nurse. “Mr. Pau!” She took him into her arms and gave him a hug that ensured his face was buried deep in the pillowy warmth and expanse of her breasts. “Oh, Mr. Pau, I thought I’d never see you again!” He pulled away from her breasts and grinned impishly up at her. “You never get rid of a bad penny, Lucy. You look lovely. You and your tits are more beautiful now than a year ago.” “I don’t know if I’m more beautiful, but my tits are grown huge. I need a belt or they’d drop below my waist.” “Why don’t you wear a brassiere?” “Can’t find one big enough,” she laughed. “Besides, my customers prefer me and the girls braless. “As do I, Madame. What about your girls?” Lucy poured Mr. Pau a steaming cup of tea. “I gave them your elixir the day you were here. Within days we could all see the growth. All my girls are big now. Two of them - the ungrateful bitches - were recruited by my competition. I hired replacements and gave them your elixir. In fact, the vial is still half full. Do you want it back? I haven’t shared your secret with anyone.” He smiled. “Keep it. It’s yours. So, how’s business?” “Business is fantastic. Don’t the improvements speak for themselves? To put it mildly, Chinese girls with big breasts are unique. It’s been a windfall. I keep one unaltered girl for those who still prefer a small bust. She doesn’t get fucked much.” Mr. Pau grinned proudly. “Have you been busy, too?” “Are you kidding? I have to sleep during the day. I’m turning too many tricks at night.” Mr. Pau laughed. “I’ve come back to tit-fuck every girl in the place. And, Lucy Vladosky, you must be first.” Lucy hadn’t forgotten the size of Mr. Pau’s cock, but she was still shocked when she saw it again. How he kept it confined in his pants was a mystery. He had the same incredible staying power as before. He tit-fucked Lucy and then every girl in Lucy’s establishment and never faded. The last girl he fucked last told Lucy his jazz shot past her head and onto the pillow. When he left, he looked happy. “Will you be back again, Mr. Pau?” “One more time, Lucy,” he murmured and then disappeared into the teeming mass of humanity flowing along Dragon Street.
Business continued to boom. In honor of what Mr. Pau had done for her, Lucy kept her rates low to encourage a never ending stream of sailors, locals, and Irish. She made enough money to get by, pay her girls well, and keep the place looking decent. Eventually, a couple of doctors heard about the phenomenon and they came by. They examined Lucy and her girls and found them to be in good health. They could not explain the breast growth and Lucy didn’t tell them about the elixir.
In 1948, fourteen years after his last visit, Mr. Pau returned. To Lucy’s surprise, Mr. Pau didn’t look a day older. She, however, had begun to show her age and no longer serviced customers. She invited him into the parlor. Ming Loo brought them a pot of tea. While Ming Loo nervously poured their tea, Lucy began to cough. She was finally able to stop coughing after Ming Loo had left the room. ”You’re not well, Lucy Vladosky,” he said solicitously.
“I’m fine. I just have a cough that doesn’t
seem to want to go away. “It’s nothing.” She smiled at him and lit a cigarette. Blue smoke ringed her face. “God, it’s wonderful to see you again, Mr. Pau. I’ve missed you. Will you be going upstairs?” “Not this time, Lucy. That’s behind us now.” Mr. Pau’s gaze was so intense it went right through Lucy. She laughed nervously. “Well, I’m still pleased you’re here. So, if you don’t want to go upstairs, why did you come back?” “Lucy, you’re not getting any younger. The war’s been over for three years. Things are different now. It’s a new age, kiddo. What say we…just you and I… leave this vale of tears? Come away with me.” “You mean like leave the house - the business?” “Ming Loo can manage it. She’s wiser than you think.” Lucy stubbed out her cigarette and studied her old friend. The setting rays of the sun shafted into the parlor, backlighting Mr. Pau’s head, creating an eerie halo and placing his face in inscrutable shadow. A few wispy strands curled from the top of his pate. He looked ethereal - and not a day older than the first time he’d walked into her house so many years ago. She knew he was right. It had been a fabulous run and it was time now to let Ming Loo take over. And she didn’t feel good. It was time to retire. Let Ming Loo have the headaches. “I’ll admit I’m tired, Mr. Pau. I’m tired of shilling and I’m damn well tired of fucking. I need a rest.” Mr. Pau rose slowly from his chair. When he took her hand it felt papery and dry. Like a mummy’s, she thought, which she’d never noticed before. As he led her onto the street she felt herself begin to diminish, like she was gently coming apart. She glanced at him. “It’s okay,” he whispered. She felt nothing. She did not look back as they melted away. No one on Dragon Street even noticed they’d disappeared. When Ming Loo came into the parlor with more tea, the couple was gone. Months later, while sorting through Lucy’s belongings, Ming Loo found a will and the deed to the House, which Lucy had signed over to her.
Twenty-five years passed. In 1973, Ming Loo was recognized as one of Chinatown’s most successful business women. She’d made a lot of money and managed it wisely. She’d transformed the House on Dragon Street into an upscale gentleman’s club and escort service. Its clientele came from all over the state and nearby Nevada. Large-breasted girls were her specialty and her customers loved it. She’d grown into a handsome matron whose first concern was for her girls. Thanks to Mr. Pau’s elixir, her breasts were still large and full, brimming over her bras. She wore outfits that showed off her spectacularly full bustline and never-ending cleavage. Her financial success took its toll. She worked long hours and had little time for herself. A pair of persistent investors had been pursuing her for several years and finally convinced her to sell the Dragon Street property. When she did, she made a killing. After generous payouts to her girls; she arranged for them to work in Nevada. She bought a sumptuous retirement home in Marin County and invested the balance. One evening while unpacking the last of the moving cartons, she ran across an old box of photos. Rummaging through the pictures, she found a photo of Lucy and the girls. Ming Ling recalled the photo. It had been taken by Mr. Pau on her birthday. Dressed in traditional Chinese long silk skirts, Mr. Pau had insisted the girls pose topless. They were giggling like idiots as they awkwardly faced the camera and displayed their huge new breasts, which were out of proportion with the rest of their bodies. Immensely heavy and fat-nippled, their great breasts hung from chest to waist like perfectly symmetrical hemispheres. Seeing Lucy so happy brought tears to Ming Loo’s eyes. Of those in the photo, she was the only one left. As she lifted her eyes from the faded photograph and looked out into the pearlescent shimmering waters of the Bay, she felt Lucy’s presence as surely as if her hand were resting on her shoulder. She seemed to say she was pleased with how things had turned out.
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