Chapter 22 Part 5 Natalie Takes the Stage (18+)
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Chapter 22 Part 5 Natalie Takes the Stage
This was the widow of a local seafood magnate.
Her husband had died in an accident years ago, leaving her to inherit his business and raise their child alone, waiting for the day her daughter would come of age and take over.
At forty‑five, she had a ten‑year‑old girl.
Their daughter had been a late blessing.
The burden on her shoulders had turned some of her hair gray.
She wore a dark green qipao and sturdy block‑heeled shoes.
Her toes were rounded under dark green polish that matched the lotus patterns woven into her dress.
Compared to the heavily made‑up women around them, her style was conservative.
As a mother and her daughter's only support, she had to guard her image and be a model.
Still, the flashes of thigh she showed when the hem slipped betrayed a heart that hadn't yet dried up.
Perhaps, in lonely nights, she also ached for someone to hold her.
Leading her daughter by the hand, she walked steadily.
Her qipao stretched tight over her full breasts, the curves rising and falling with her steps, the clasps at her chest close to bursting.
"Mrs. Wang."
She lifted her head and smiled.
Her ass, wrapped in silk, lifted ever so slightly with each step, the sway hinting at unspent desire and a body craving touch.
"You're just in time.
"We were just talking about you with Mrs. Li."
Mrs.Qi teased the little girl, then her gaze flicked to Mrs. Wang's exposed thigh and back.
"That qipao looks wonderful on you.
"Your motherly glow is almost blinding.
"As for those two male models I recommended… how were they?
"Nice and strong?"
Mrs. Wang stroked her daughter's hair and flushed, nodding faintly.
She remembered the night she'd broken her vows taking off the wedding ring she'd worn for decades, stripping naked in her room like a courtesan, wagging her breasts, slapping her own ass while two powerful men lifted and pounded her.
She'd never thought she could moan so obscenely, never imagined she could squirt so much.
She would never forget how those two thick shafts filled her long‑dry pussy, making her cry and gush, streaming between her thighs.
Afterward, she had barely been able to get out of bed for days.
Her lower belly had bulged with the weight of all the semen they'd pumped into her.
And yet she admitted it had been the happiest night of her life.
Chatting, the two women made their way into the hall.
The overlapping clack of heels dissolved into the growing buzz.
Everyone took their seats.
The most distinguished guests went upstairs to private boxes.
From his seat, Liam looked around like an overexcited child.
Tonight, he was spoiled for choice; noble ladies sat everywhere, their natural pride and refinement drawing him in.
Until
"Excuse me, are you Young Master Li?
"We've prepared a private box for you on the second floor.
"Please follow me."
He and Annie both froze, as did those nearby.
Heads turned.
Only a handful of people were allowed upstairs.
That a boy could join them shocked everyone.
Who was he?
Whispers rippled through the room.
Under their envious stares, Liam and his grandmother followed the staffer to their box.
The commotion caught Governor Qi's attention.
He saw who stood at the center of it and nearly lost his soul.
Because of what had happened last time, Yuna had nearly torn him down from his post to avenge her son.
Only his cringing plea for mercy had won him a reprieve.
Now he longed to shove through the crowd and bow before this "harbinger," but when he saw Liam enter the box next to his own, he decided there would be time later.
He collected himself, then led his own wife, child, and inflamed mistress into his box.
Suddenly, the lights dimmed.
For half a second, everything went quiet.
Then a sharper, more piercing "tap, tap, tap" approached from backstage.
The hostess of the Golden Goblet Pavilion, Natalie Shen, had arrived.
The entire hall seemed to hold its breath.
At forty‑five, she was a legend.
In her youth she'd been a peerless beauty slender, pale, with fine brows and shining eyes the untouchable dream of every man around her.
She was ambitious and proud, never stopping for any suitor, and to this day had never married.
Time had left no harsh marks on her face.
Instead, it had sculpted her body into something fuller, richer.
The cool elegance of her youth had fermented into the heady flavor of a true mature seductress.
Tonight she wore a wine‑red velvet fishtail gown and ten‑centimeter red stiletto sandals.
The fabric was thin as a second skin, clinging to every contour.
A deep V cut bared her heavy, white breasts, most of the mounds exposed.
It looked as if they might spill free at any moment; at the edge of the cloth, the faintest hint of areola could be seen.
Her breasts rose and fell with her steps, not wildly, but enough to tease.
It wasn't the deliberate bounce of a young girl, but the natural sway of a full, mature body.
Under the spotlight, her skin glowed like pearls.
A pigeon‑blood ruby brooch nestled at her chest, rising and falling with that swell, its fiery red echoing the river of cleavage beneath dazzling yet not gaudy.
Her waist dipped inward sharply.
Below, the gown molded itself to her hips, wrapping them tight.
Each step sent her soft ass rolling like waves, tracing a heart‑stopping S‑curve that looked ready to split the velvet open.
The skirt's slit climbed to her thigh.
Her red heels alternated across the floor, flashes of pale, lush leg drawing hungry eyes, especially the dusky shadow at the top of her thighs.
With each sway, leg and hip worked in perfect harmony, every motion charged with danger.
"Thank you all for waiting."
Holding a microphone, she walked onto the stage.
Her voice was lazy and husky.
"Tonight's auction here at the Golden Goblet Pavilion will be hosted by me, Natalie Shen.
"I hope the guests and the show will satisfy you all."
Under the spotlight, her heels sparkled, and the curves of her chest and hips moved like living poetry.
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