The Daughter of Mrs. Shi
By A.J. Brown
Tyler buys a new house and has an overbearing neighbor


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The front stairs on the outside of the house weren't in the best shape and the
dark yellow color of the house wasn't his favorite. But this was Tyler's first
house and to be able to buy this on his own at age 29 was something he was
very proud of. He walked inside and looked around thinking how much better he
liked the look of the house from the inside than the outside.

He hadn't had time to completely set everything up yet but that was going to
take time. He had his laptop set up in the corner of his living room and that
was the most important thing. Before he started putting anything away or
setting anything up, it was time to take a little break on his laptop. Did he
want to get on one of his dating sites and look around if there was any
activity? Or did he want to look at pictures of feet? The dating sites had
gotten him a couple of dates at first but those dates dried up pretty quick,
as did the number of opportunities. It seemed he kept running into the same
girls over and over again and the online dating thing wasn't going to work as
well for him as he initially had hoped.

So it was pictures of female feet it was. Those always put him in a good mood
and got him motivated to start doing other things afterwards. The blinds were
all drawn so he had all of the privacy he needed. He had a seat at his
computer, pulled up one of his favorite websites, and started to undo his belt
when he heard the doorbell ring. He turned around with annoyance. Timing
always seemed to work out inconveniently for him. Who was showing up at his
door when he literally had just moved in? He debated if he was going to answer
the door and try and get rid of the person or just wait for them to go away.
When the guest rang the bell again he knew he wasn't going to be able to relax
until they were gone so he just got up to get it over with.

He quickly recognized the woman standing at the door as the woman who owned
the house next door to the left of him. She was a short, Asian woman that
couldn't have been more than 5'2 and looked to be in her early forties. She
wore a tight t-shirt and shorts that were also tight. She held a large dish in
her hands that was covered in foil. She had thick arms and muscular legs,
especially her calves. She wore flips flops and had a big smile on her face as
she looked up at the taller man.

"Hello, hello," she said and she had a thick accent. "I am your next door
neighbor, Mrs. Shi. May I come in?" He briefly looked back at the laptop to
make sure the foot website wasn't showing but the screen saver had already
popped up.

"Yeah sure," he said. She walked inside, smiling as she looked around with
interest, and he was glad that the screen saver was up. He closed the door
behind her.

"I your next door neighbor," she said to him, continuing to smile as she
spoke. "Me and my daughters made this dish for you to welcome you to
neighborhood. Very old family recipe." He had noticed that she had two
daughters.

"Thank you," he said as he took the dish that felt heavier than he expected it
to and sat it down on an end table. He didn't know or ask what it was, not
really caring, as he knew he was going to be throwing it away once she left.
Ethnic food and food given to him from strangers were the two things he
wouldn't eat.

"My youngest daughter - Lanying - she see you - think you're very handsome!"
Her smile got bigger when she said it. Tyler blushed. She squinted like she
noticed his blushing.

"Thank you very much, that is kind of you to tell me," he said. Mrs. Shi
started to speak before he finished his sentence.

"Yes, she would like you take her out on a date."

"Yeah ... .how old is she?"

"She 18-years-old. Very smart and VERY pretty if you haven't seen her yet."
Tyler had seen her from a distance but hadn't even made an assessment about
her attractiveness and probably hadn't planned on doing so. He did notice one
looked considerably younger than the other so he assumed he knew which one she
was talking about.

"Yeah, I mean I'm 29, I might be a little old for her to be honest."

"Oh that's OK in our family, very common for the man to be much older than the
woman. I 42-years-old, my husband die last year at 73."

"I'm sorry," Tyler said, not sounding very compassionate considering she was
smiling when she said it.

"Oh no problem at all, he live very complete and happy life. So will you take
my daughter out on date?"

"Again, I don't think it would be a good idea." She frowned a little but kept
a hint of a smile at the same time.

"My family find it very insulting if family member want to go on date with
someone and they refuse."

"I'm sorry, but ... "

"Just do one date with her and if you do not like her or do not want to go on
'nother one then I leave you alone, no problem and no hard feelings. Please do
this for me. Would make my daughter very, very happy."

"OK, I'll take her out on one date," he said, already annoyed that he allowed
himself to get pushed into something he didn't want to by this woman.

"Thank you, thank you," she said with a big smile like she was happy with him,
though it was just her pushiness that made it happen. "You take her out to
dinner tonight?"

"Um ... " He didn't want to have to do it right away but then he thought he
may as well just get it over with. "Yeah sure."

"Very good, very good." Mrs. Shi seemed very grateful and pleased as she said
it. "Pick her up 6 o'clock. Just pull your car in front of our house and she
come out and meet you promptly. You can pick where you go, she is not picky.
She is going to be very happy about this, very, very happy."

****

Tyler was glad that he pulled up a few minutes early because the second his
car clock hit six o'clock he saw the front door to Mrs. Shi's front door open
and he watched Lanying walk out. He watched her shadow walk closer to his car
and could see she was wearing a dress as she got closer.

The passenger door opened. She got in the passenger's seat and sat down. It
was the first time he had seen her up close and her mother was right - this
girl was pretty. But she may have not sold her enough as Tyler thought this
may have been the prettiest face he had ever seen. Her face looked young, pure
and innocent. She looked like some sort of princess that he would have seen on
TV as opposed to the girl living next door to him in this regular city
neighborhood. She didn't smile at all, even looked like she might be a bit
sad, but that didn't take away from how gorgeous he thought she looked. She
had long, straight black hair, different from the shorter hair that her mother
had.

"Hi there!" he said enthusiastically and he gave her a big smile. Her facial
expression didn't change. "I'm Tyler. It's nice to meet you."

He held out his hand for her to shake. She shook it weakly. Her hand felt soft
and like he could crush it if he had any grip in his handshake. She said
nothing as she shook his hand. Tyler was quickly getting the feeling that she
was either very nervous or that she didn't want to go on this date either and
it was all her mother's idea. Knowing his luck, it was the latter.

"So any preference on where we go for dinner?" he asked her.

"Any place fine with me." She had an accent, it sounding like not quite as
much of one as her mother had, but that could be because she had a much softer
voice than her. "You taking me on the date so you choose. Anything fine with
me." She looked straight ahead out the windshield as she spoke, not looking at
him at all. He began to drive.

"Glazed Grove Eatery OK?" he said.

"Yes." No change in tone or facial expression.

"So just you, your mom, and your sister live there?"

"Yes, just us." He tried asking her a couple of more questions as he drove but
her answers were as short as possible and she made no effort to ask him any
questions at all so he gave up and they just quietly drove the rest of the
way. This was going to be a rough date.

****

"What do you think you'd like to get to eat?" Tyler asked her as he sat across
from her at the table. She looked even prettier inside the restaurant when
there was more light. The blue dress she had on looked so nice on her. She sat
properly and still kept the same facial expression.

"Whatever you order, I will order as well," she said.

"OK," he said, figuring it would be pointless to tell her that wasn't
necessary. "So you're a senior in high school now?"

"Yes. Graduating very soon."

"Any plans for after high-school?"

"Go to local community college. Study biology, do pre-med, then go to 'nother
school."

"Wow, pre-med!" he said, glad that he thought he finally found an opening for
the conversation a bit. "Sounds like you're pretty smart."

She gave half a nod and looked down with a shy look like she was either
embarrassed or just didn't want to talk about it anymore for whatever reason.
After that he would try and strike up conversation with her again and just get
a short answer to whatever he asked.

When the food came out she looked right down at her plate and started to cut
it very properly, holding her fork and knife exactly as one was taught to do,
and paying close attention to her cutting. All of her attention now seemed to
be put on her plate and he didn't think she'd look or being doing anything
differently if she was eating the meal at her house by herself. He didn't make
any more attempts to talk to her for the rest of the meal as he felt like he
would have been disturbing her based on how she looked. At first he found it
uncomfortable but as they ate he started to find it more peaceful the way she
could just sit there so comfortably and eat in a restaurant without talking at
all.

****

He pulled his car up in front of her house after a quiet ride home where
neither of them said a word to each other. As he put the car in park he
wondered if he should give her a goodbye kiss or at least a hug, then decided
to do neither. He gave her the one date that her mother asked for and he
didn't want to do anything that would give her any reason to think there was
going to be another.

"Well thanks for the night out!" he said, trying to do his part to be as
friendly as he could. "It was nice getting to know you a bit."

"May I see your house?" He wasn't expecting that question as it was the first
one she asked him all night. He didn't want to extend this date. But she was
now looking at him, still the same serious facial expression, but she looked
cute and there was something in her face that told him she really wanted to
see his house. He couldn't say no to a face like that.

They walked inside and Tyler closed the door behind them. Lanying didn't look
nearly as interested in being inside of his house as her mother had, in fact,
she didn't at all. She did look around a little bit. She made her way to the
couch and had a seat. He had a seat next to her. She reached down and grabbed
his belt buckle with both hands.

"What are you doing??" he said. Normally he would have be fine with this after
a date but it was actually the last thing he had expected her to do after
being so passive the entire date.

"You take me out on date. Now I show my appreciation."

She looked very methodical as she undid his belt, his pants, then pulled his
pants down. As he felt her grab the waistband of his pants he thought that
something didn't feel quite right about this. She was quite a bit younger than
him. Her mother had set this whole thing up. And she looked like she was just
doing a job, not actually wanting to do it.

"I study massage and acupuncture," she said as she took a hold of his cock and
he didn't exactly want to be thinking about acupuncture at that moment. "So I
know how to do this well."

He then quickly forgot about anything else that was going on once she
squeezed. He didn't know what it was but she seemed to hit the right nerves
when she squeezed his dick or something because it felt like he had just been
injected with a shot of some sort of amazing drug. His whole body felt numb
and his cock filled up with cum so quickly he thought he was going to squirt
everywhere immediately.

He didn't though and it almost felt like the reason he wasn't was because she
was squeezing in just the right places to make sure nothing came out even
though she was doing a phenomenal job filling him up. He looked at her face
and her facial expression still hadn't changed from that same bland one she
had been wearing the entire night, not even cracking a smile that she had him
lying back with his cock sticking straight up longer, thicker, and harder than
it ever had been.

Her hand was hitting all of the right spots where he kept thinking he was just
going to shoot his load everywhere but it still wasn't happening. It would
feel great but torturous at the same time as he felt like he really needed to
release, and she was teasing his cock to a new level. He looked at that plain,
innocent look on her sweet face and thought about how she was owning him now
with her ability to do this and make him feel this way. His cock was going to
explode. She had made it much thicker and harder than it was supposed to be
and at that point he thought for sure that cum was going to start coming out
all over from his cock like it had just been shot full of holes. He let out a
loud moan.

"Lean forward," she said.

He did. Then he screamed as she stroked him right on the head of his dick and
cum started shooting out of it the way water comes out of a garden hose when
someone just got done blocking off the end with their finger. It felt great
for him but more than feeling good it also just felt like great relief like he
had just thrown up after having a really bad stomach bug all night and just
needed to get it out of him. It looked like it was just business for her as
she aimed it so it got all over his hardwood floor and not anything else. He
was still moaning, kind of panting too, as she finished up and now that his
cock was shrinking it hurt a bit the way she was squeezing it. He looked at
the large mess on the floor, one like had never come out of him, then he
looked at the plain look on the pretty face of the girl next to him and it was
hard to believe she had been the cause of that.

"You sit back and relax," she said as she pushed on his shoulders like she was
doing some sort of massage technique to push him back on the couch. "I take
care of mess. There paper towels in your kitchen?"

"Ahh ... " he felt like he should tell her he'd clean it up but she looked
like she wanted to. "Yeah."

She put her hands on his cock and balls to get them back in his boxers and it
felt weird having her touch his dick now that it was flimsy. She pulled his
pants up and buckled his belt back up for him. He watched her keep good
posture as she stood up, walked into the kitchen, and came back with paper
towels. He watched her clean the cum up like she was his maid, not even
looking at him as she did. She went back into the kitchen with the paper
towels, he heard the sink run, and then she came back in the room.

"Thank you for wonderful night," she said. She bent down and gave him a sweet
kiss on the lips. She started to walk away and before he could decide if he
should offer to walk her back to her house just next door, she was out the
door.

****

He was in his living room the next morning when he heard his doorbell ring. He
peeked out a window over to the side to see Mrs. Shi standing there. He didn't
anticipate that she was happy that her high-school daughter had given him a
hand-job the night before. Did he feel like getting a lecture? He might as
well get it over with.

"Hello, hello!" she said with her big smile as he opened the door and if she
was angry, she was doing a good job disguising it. "May I come in?" He nodded
his head to her and opened the door more for her. She walked in, he shut the
door behind them.

"My daughter tell me date go very well last night!"

'Only one part of it,' Tyler thought to himself. "Yes, it was a great time,"
he then said out loud.

"Lanying like you very much. Say you are a gentleman and very sweet. Make me
very happy because I'm looking for a husband for her."

"Yeaaaah, well, I should let you know that I'm not looking to get married ANY
TIME soon."

"Oh of course not!" she said with a laugh and she gave him a hard but friendly
pat on the shoulder. "I don't mean tomorrow or anything. I'm talking down the
road, five, six months."

"Ah." He figured saying as little as possible was best.

"Lanying want to go on 'nother date with you. How about tonight?"

He thought about saying he had other plans or just that he wasn't in the mood
for going out two nights in a row. Both answers should have been acceptable.
But getting another one of those hand jobs was enticing.

****

He thought about seeing if she wanted to go see a movie instead of going out
to dinner since that would make the lack of conversation between the two of
them a lot less awkward. But their dialogue was so limited that he found
himself not able to even broach the subject.

Sitting at a table near Tyler and Lanying at the restaurant were two women
having dinner together. He couldn't help but keep looking under their table as
one of them had her shoes off and was barefoot. She had soft, sexy feet that
looked like they were probably a size 7. She kept wiggling her toes and using
her bare feet to play with her shoes. Tyler tried to be discreet as he watched
her feet. He had found in the past that looking at a woman's feet was a lot
easier to get away with than looking at her tits or ass so at least he had
that going for him. Lanying's focus was on her meal and cutting it properly
anyway so it surely didn't look like she noticed. This woman's feet were
getting him hard and another tuggy from his date would have hit the spot after
this dinner.

They sat on his couch again when they got back after dinner. Lanying sat next
to him with great posture, her back perfectly straight. They hadn't said a
word to each other since they had come inside. A lot more time had already
passed since yesterday when she was already stroking him off by now. But he
was confident it was coming. She was the one that had suggested she come
inside.

"Why didn't you tell me you like feet?" she said.

Still the same facial expression on her face but regardless of what she looked
like, there was no way that she could be happy if she had seen what he had
been doing. At no point during the dinner did he even suspect that she noticed
and he was mad at himself for not giving her enough credit. If she saw what he
was doing she'd definitely see right through him trying to cover up since he
hadn't prepared a response.

"Huh?" He had to buy himself a little time.

"During dinner you kept looking at feet of the woman sitting near us. Look at
them very long time."

"I mean, I was probably just nervous. I think you're really pretty and I get
nervous around pretty girls sometimes." She showed no reaction to his
compliment. "I look at the ground when I'm nervous."

"You should have told me you like feet. Could have enjoyed mine yesterday."

He was speechless.

"Get on the floor," she said.

He wasn't going to take orders from this girl in his house but his mindset
changed when she took off the heels she was wearing with nothing on underneath
them. He loved feet on most women but he hadn't looked at hers or thought of
hers, just for some reason not thinking they'd be the type he'd like. And they
weren't nearly as good as the woman at the restaurant's but they were cute and
little and having her take her shoes off just for him, having feet so close to
him in his own house, that made him like them plenty. Before he knew it he was
on his knees of his own floor with her little legs stretched out and her bare
soles looking right at him.

"You want smell them?" she said.

He knew how pathetic he looked but any thoughts of his own image went out the
window when he had feet controlling him like this. He nodded then stuck his
face right in her soles and took a big whiff. They smelled mostly clean and
fresh like she had just washed them before their date. There was a hint of
some sort of peculiar smell to them which he couldn't pinpoint but it just
turned him on more. He took another big whiff and she just watched,
nonjudgmentally, as he did his thing.

"Close your eyes," she said. "Sense of touch, smell, and taste stronger when
you cannot see."

As he felt his eyelids shut he felt her toes pushing against them and the
amazing feeling of that was definitely heightened since he couldn't see them.
He took another sniff of them and the smell was more enjoyable as well. He
felt her massaging his face with her feet, the softness of them pushing into
his face making him feel horny and peaceful at the same time.

"You can lick them too," she said. "Keep your eyes closed if you want to
really enjoy the taste but you don't have to."

The smell and feel of them with his eyes closed was great so he kept them shut
as he stuck out his tongue and ran it right up the crack her two feet together
had made. It was such a pleasurable taste and he was honored to serve this
beautiful girl's feet. He opened his eyes with his tongue still out and was
very pleased to see the image of her feet right in his face with her beautiful
legs and face behind them. He gave them another lick and now being able to see
more of what was going on he knew this girl owned him. She began rubbing her
feet in his face again and he sounded weak as he moaned.

"Can you please jerk me off again, oh great one?" he said. He knew it sounded
dumb calling her that but he felt so submissive to her he didn't care. She had
no reaction.

"Want me use my hand again or do it with my feet?" He looked at those feet and
thought about them working his cock. He didn't know what he did to deserve
this kind of paradise.

"Feet."

"I might not be as good with my feet. But I can try. Let me see if I can take
your pants down with my feet."

With that suggestion she actually cracked a real smile, the first one he had
seen from her. He gave her one back. She used her toes on her left foot to
pull the belt strap out of the loop then used her toes on the other foot to
pull the prong out of the hole. With just her bare feet she managed to take
his belt off. The rest was easy as she undid his pants with her feet and took
them down.

His cock was sticking out hard for her. She began teasing it by rubbing her
toes along it, then touching the tip of it with her big toe. It was
stimulating him and making his dick jerk around. She then wrapped her two
biggest toes on her left foot around it and gently stroked it. She sure was
doing a great job for someone who didn't think it was going to be that good.

She put the two biggest toes on her other foot around his cock and he could
feel the cum building up in it as she tightened them and stroked as much as
she could. Her toes felt much better than her fingers did but she couldn't
squeeze as tightly with them so he wasn't getting the same kind of effect. He
could feel the buildup but it didn't feel like it was going to come out, which
made it feel like even more of a tease. She looked down at him like she was
analyzing the situation. She took her toes off his cock to his disappointment
but then just took both of her feet and wrapped them around it together.

"See if this works better," she said.

She started to jerk him off rapidly with both of her feet and this was
definitely working. He could really feel the buildup and he felt like he was
going to shoot his load at any moment. He thought about how impressive it
would be if she actually was able to pull this off using just her feet.
Instead of the normal plain expression on her face, she actually looked like
she was putting effort into it and wanting to accomplish it as well. She tried
harder, hurting is dick with the pressure she was putting on it with her feet,
but the pain felt so good. He started to cum and she looked satisfied at what
she accomplished, now putting so much pressure on it to get as much out as she
could that it was hurting him a lot. He wasn't going to tell her to stop,
though. She kept at it and finished the job. She released her feet and he was
truly amazed. He just stayed there on his knees in shock, absorbing what she
had just done for him and she just went about her business, getting up, then
coming back to clean up the mess.

"Goodnight," she said when she was done as she bent down, gave him another
kiss on the lips, and left.

**

"Lanying like you very, very much," Mrs. Shi said to Tyler the next morning
when she was in his house to discuss their date, something that he feared was
going to turn into a pattern. "She not stop talking about you and seems much
cheerier since she go on dates with you." Tyler couldn't picture Lanying being
what he thought of as 'cheery' and he definitely couldn't picture her not
being able to stop talking about anything.

"I've enjoyed the dates and hanging out with her as well."

"That make me so happy to hear. You will be very welcomed in our family. You
want go on 'nother date with her tonight?"

"I gotta watch my money a little bit so we better hold off for a few days.
Plus it's Sunday night. I tend not to do anything when I gotta work the next
day. Might want to hold off until next weekend before we do anything again."

"Oh yes, very important to save money. And getting rest for work very
important as well. My husband used to work 70 hours every week to support our
family. We have great respect for hard working men."

"Thanks." He didn't work anywhere near 70 hours a week and he was pretty sure
she knew that so he couldn't tell if she was complimenting him or if it was
some subtle diss.

"You call her this week, OK? I give you her cell phone if she not give it to
you already. She like to hear from you. I come by later this week and we make
arrangements for Friday night."

He wondered how long things were going to keep up like this.

****

When it rained it poured. The dating site he had been using hadn't done
anything for him for months but now that he finally had a girl he was kind of
'seeing', he got an email on Tuesday telling him that he had a personal
message on his dating site. The girl was 'Meg'. She had blond hair with red
highlights and a unique look to her. Her photos made her look like one of
those hot girls that could pull off any look she tried. He replied to her.
They started chatting a bit. She was extremely easy to talk to and they hit it
off right away. She asked if he wanted to go out and get drinks tomorrow
night. He thought about Lanying but he had been on two dates with the girl and
as great as she was at certain things, it was clear it wasn't going anywhere.
Meg was good-looking, cool, and she was only three years younger than Tyler.
He agreed to meet up with her.

He called Lanying that night to chat since he had told her mom he would. As he
suspected, she didn't have anything to say. Her silence when they were
together was difficult but on the phone it was brutal. He couldn't get off
quick enough. After a few attempts to get her to talk and just getting one
word answers he couldn't do it anymore.

"Alright, well I guess I'll get going," he said. "Just wanted to say hi. We'll
do something this weekend."

"Goodnight," she said.

****

There was a fancy hat on Meg's head, her long fingernails were painted a fresh
black, and she wore a tank-top that showed she had a few tattoos on her arms
and shoulders. She had a bad-ass look to her but she pulled it off and Tyler
thought she was hot. She was very friendly, had a good sense of humor, and the
two of them were hitting it off great as they sat at the bar table splitting a
pitcher of beer and some nachos.

"So, like, what kinds of things are you into?" she said as she held a nacho in
her hand ready to take a bite once Tyler started answering her question. "With
girls I mean. Got any kinks or anything?" Tyler was a bit self-conscious about
his 'kink' so it wasn't something he would normally just blurt out. But Meg
seemed so cool an open-minded ...

"It's kind of weird," he said. "But I like girls' feet a lot." She got a big
grin on her face. It looked like it could be excitement or mocking.

"Wow," she said. "I totally like it when guys rub and suck my feet, but I'm
the same way. I'm afraid I'll freak guys out if I bring that up. Damn, I wish
I knew you liked feet and I would have worn shoes where you could see them. I
take really good care of my feet." She gave him a sexy smile as she took a big
swig of her beer. "No sense wasting a lot of time with small talk now that we
both know what we want," she continued. "Can we finish up and go back to your
place so I can dominate the fuck out of you with my feet? I got a roommate so
if we go back to my place we won't be able to have as much fun. I'm going to
want to have privacy if I make you my little foot-bitch."

This girl seemed too good to be true but of course he had to come across her
when he was kind of seeing someone else. And going back to his house sounded
great except for the fact that he had told Mrs. Shi that he didn't go on dates
during the week so how was she going to react if she saw him go into his house
with another girl? He couldn't worry about that. She wasn't his mother. He
wasn't going to miss out on his chance.

****

The second she walked in the door, Meg kicked her shoes off. She wiggled her
toes and she had on black toenail polish that matched her fingernails. She had
a tattoo of a little butterfly on the top of her left foot that looked like it
fit in perfectly. Her feet were soft and looked like they were probably a size
7.

"Come on foot-bitch, on your knees," she said and she snapped her fingers.
"Better show my feet you know how to treat them if you want me to stick
around."

She played the role well and he wasn't going to disobey. He got down on his
knees and she immediately yanked him by the hair. She pulled him by the hair
as he crawled along the floor with her, admiring those sexy feet of hers as he
did, excited about the prospect of being able to experience them. She sat on
his couch, resting her back against the armrest, and stretched her legs out
across the couch. She snapped her fingers and pointed to her feet.

"Get down there, boy!" she said.

He crawled along the floor to her feet, ready to serve her the way he always
desired to, and this was going down the way he had always dreamed of. He
looked at the soles of her feet looking at him as she wrinkled them for him,
wiggled her cute little toes some more. Her soles looked so soft, pure, and
clean.

"You want to worship these feet, foot-boy?" she said. "Move in and take a big
whiff of them. Breathe these feet that you are not worthy to breathe."

He felt his cock rapidly growing in his pants but Meg wasn't going to
accommodate him, at least not right away, the way Lanying had. That made it
all the more exciting for him as he brought his face in closer, honored at the
opportunity she was giving him. He brought his face closer and felt the tip of
his nose touch those soft, wrinkly soles when the doorbell rang. He paid no
attention to it. He had only one thing on his mind.

"You gonna answer that?" Meg said.

"Nah."

"You're not going to sit there worshipping my feet when there's someone at
your door." Her tone continued to be bossy. "Answer the door."

The doorbell rang again. He was pretty sure he knew who it was and it made him
furious. Out of all times for him to come across Meg it had to be when he had
this pushy lady in his life. He stood up to go answer the door. Meg pulled out
her phone and started playing with it while she left her legs stretched out
with her bare feet on display.

He answered the door just enough to stick out his head. Standing there at the
door was Mrs. Shi wearing an angry look on her face, a black karate gi, and a
black belt that had a lot of lettering and yellow stripes on it which he
assumed meant that this woman was not only a black belt but a high degree one.
She was also barefoot.

"Open door more!" Mrs. Shi said. She actually shoved it open causing him to
stumble backwards and almost fall over. He looked back to see Meg now looking
curiously at Mrs. Shi from the couch. "Why you go on date with that girl and
bring her back to your house when you dating my daughter??"

Tyler thought about making up a lie that Meg was just a friend and not a date
but Meg would hear him and that lie would end any chance he had with Meg. He
had no reason to lie anyway. He looked at Mrs. Shi angrily.

"I'm not dating your daughter! I went out with her twice. I have a right to
hang out with other girls!" As he spoke he realized this was a no-win
situation because he was going to sound stupid no matter what he said. He just
wanted to get rid of Mrs. Shi quickly.

"You dating her and I told you that I was considering for you to be her
husband. Now you go disrespect my daughter and my entire family like this!"

Tyler really wanted to lay into her but he knew that getting too angry wasn't
going to be a good look in front of Meg. He turned around to feel out the
situation and saw that Meg was already walking towards him with a look on her
face like she was already done. He watched her slip on her shoes, taking the
sight of those sexy feet away from him. She waved at him signaling that she
was going to leave.

"See you later!" she said, a combination of frustration and amusement in her
voice.

"No, please don't leave," he said, sounding desperate. "She's going to leave
soon."

"I am not!" Mrs. Shi said.

"I'll let you two work this out," Meg said and she walked out the door.

Mrs. Shi gave Meg a dirty look as she walked by her but then looked back at
Tyler as the two of them stared each other down.

"Get off my stairs, now!" Tyler said. She didn't budge.

"I not get off your stairs. You dishonor my family. I challenge you to a fight
on my yard. Many neighbors ready to watch. Come out and fight me - don't be a
coward."

He had been so busy looking at her that he didn't look behind her and now that
he did he saw that somehow she had managed to gather up a large amount of
neighbors who were standing out on their lawns wanting to watch the fight. She
must have been well-networked with the people on this street. The fact that
she appeared to have a black belt made him a bit nervous but he was so furious
that she had scared Meg away that he wasn't going to back down to her,
especially with all of these neighbors out there watching. Plus she was much
shorter than him and a woman.

He stood across from her on her yard. She jumped into a karate front stance
and raised her fists. Tyler thought she looked ridiculous when she did. The
stance made her look even shorter and he wondered if it would be wrong just to
kick her in the head, end this, and then go back inside.

"You ready fight?" she said aggressively.

"Whatever."

"Kiai!" she yelled.

He wasn't the least bit prepared as she jumped up, did a spinning back kick in
the air, and then the side of her right foot connected with the right side of
his face hard. It felt like he got hit in the head with a rock and he felt the
dizziness and feeling of being completely off-balance start hitting him hard.
Somehow he managed to stay on his feet but he started bending over trying to
keep himself up. He was in no position to fight or even defend himself.

"Ya!" she yelled.

He felt her drive her elbow into the center of his back then felt the pain
split through his back. The pain then shot down to his legs and he fell flat
on his face. She rolled him over, pushed her knee into his ribs, grabbed him
by the collar, and then held her hand up like she was going to chop his neck,
a threatening look on her face as she did.

"You really this weak?" she said to him. "I spare you this time to give you
one more chance to defend yourself and fight. But this time I show you no
mercy."

She pushed him down then impressively jumped backwards up to her feet. She
stepped back giving him a chance to get up, still looking down at him to make
sure he did. His head felt like it had been run over by a truck and he already
wanted nothing more to do with fighting her, but he had no choice.

He slowly got to his feet, Mrs. Shi not taking her eyes off him for even a
second and showing him that he wasn't going to be given any option to get
away. The pain in his head got worse as he stood up, his ears were ringing,
and he wondered if he was going to be able to even just stay on his feet, let
alone fight. The sharp pain in his back got worse as he stood up as well.

Once he was on his feet he put his fists up but barely felt like he had enough
strength to keep them up. Mrs. Shi was in her fighting stance but she was not
attacking and it looked like she was going to allow him to have the first
attack. He was in no rush to do so as that meant another possible kick to the
head to the two just moved around a bit in their fighting stances for a bit.
She started to look inpatient.

"Here, I give you a shot with my hands down," she said and she dropped her
arms to her sides. "Free chance to knock me out, come on."

She stuck her chest out and put her hands behind her back. Her face was wide
open and he was still reluctant but he realized this might be his best chance
and had to go for it. He wound back and swung and she ducked so quickly that
his swing ended up probably about a foot above where her head was. Before he
could react, she dropped to the ground, swung her legs around right into his,
sweeping his out right out from under him so he dropped to the ground again.

He landed on his side with his legs bent. She jumped at him and kneed him
right in the ribs, the strike probably worse than the elbow to the back but
not as bad as the kick he took to the head. She forced him on his back, sat on
him, and straddled him. She crossed her arms at her chest and looked down at
him. Desperate to get her off of him, he pushed at her legs but they felt rock
solid and would not move. He tried to wiggle underneath her, while she
watched, but her legs were on him so tight that he couldn't even create any
space. He punched her thigh once and it was like punching a brick. He looked
up at her look like she was waiting for a reason to start pounding on him so
he didn't do it again.

It ended up no making a difference. She grabbed his collar with his left hand
and started pounding him in the face with her right. Her punches were too
overwhelming for him to deal with. He wanted to cry or scream for help but
before he could do either he'd feel another hard fist to the face which felt
like he was being beaten by a baseball and nothing came out. He could feel the
tears coming down his face and it felt like his skull was shaking around. All
he could do was pray that she would stop but with the more punches he took his
mind wouldn't even allow him to pray.

She finally stopped and when she did, the pain of the beating he took in his
face and head was so bad that he wished she had just beaten him until he was
out cold. He had never had pain in his head this bad and he could feel blood
on his face. He was afraid to actually touch his face because finding out just
how much blood there was might freak him out more. She stood up and pushed her
bare foot right into his throat as she did.

With her foot pushing into his throat, that woke him up a little bit and he
looked up to see her looking down at him with her arms crossed. She had a
commanding look on her face and he feared that she had more planned for him.
If her foot wasn't pushing down on his throat so hard he would have begged her
for no more.

"You dishonor and betray my family," she said to him. "I was going to welcome
you as a member to our family. Instead, I making you my slave. You do what I
say when I say or get another beating. We start tomorrow night, you clean my
house. Be there promptly 7 p.m. and be ready to work. Otherwise, I come find
you."

She pushed her foot into his throat harder than walked away. He was still in a
lot of pain but at least since some time had gone by since she had hit him he
was able to get his senses together a little bit. This woman owned him now.
Even if he called the cops he knew that even if you went and played
tattle-tale on the neighborhood bully they'd still find a way to get you. He
was just going to have to move out of the house but that was going to take a
while. In the meantime, he was going to have to do what she said.

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