‘Helen Chung’
By TS2007

She had flown direct to Shanghai from Schiphol having set off from Munich . She had lost her tail in the airport, however someone had guessed she would head for Amsterdam, but even so she had luckily spotted the twenty something mini skirted blue eyed blond who had shadowed her through the large hub terminal. She was just ditching her neck and back-brace in an exclusive small private lounge, and changing her formal cloths for tourist chic, and had just got rid of her black wig, so now her newly dyed auburn hair hung loose to her shoulders, when the expected clash occurred.
The confrontation with the blond had been quick nasty and brutal. The Eastern European assassin had barged into the small private toilet, K-Bar in hand, which she had soon lost to a kick and a spiked heal stiletto thrust. They had then wrestled close and personal; she had bitten the bitch’s ear bloody and received a black eye from a head butt in return. Both young felines stocking clad knees had lifted repeatedly to punish their sweaty cxxts through the thin material of their silk knickers, but when they had finally separated, bedraggled and blood smeared, the little blond bitch had smiled and faking a kick had swiftly retrieved her killing knife.
‘Now to gut you Bit..’ the younger girls words were cut off short as the steel support of the back-brace smashed across her face shattering a nose, splitting lips and cracking teeth. The Slav staggered, her hands to her broken jaw. The moaning disorientated Russian Mafia girl was pinned back to the door as her intended victim ever so slowly pushed her own blade into her face while she screamed hysterically in the sound insulated private suite. Finally, as she begged for her life, the knife was twisted viciously and she collapsed into merciful unconsciousness.
‘Amateur’ spat the Black Asian.
Her fake luggage and old identity flew to Tokyo, while she started her new life in the millions of China.
The International University of Sports Culture Shanghai was enormous, and with its sister institutions in Brazilia and Moscow offered an unparalleled access to sports of all kinds, legal, illegal and sometimes fatal. With thousands of students from across the world, and funded by Triad millions it was the perfect place for someone who wished to hide in open site, having changed identity, nationality, face and race.
She sat down on the chair and crossed her legs demurely, pulling down the very short black skirt just a touch to emphasis her tanned thighs, smooth fit legs and six inch black stilettos. She had given up on the ‘clean cut’ student look when finding out the selection panel were all men of a certain age and gone for the ‘slut you would really love to have in your class’ look.
‘So Miss Chung, erm … Helen Chung’, the head of the panel glanced at the application form again, while his two colleagues were more intent on her white near translucent top that just showed a hint of nipples, and the very moist area between her thighs that showed no hint that even the barest strip of material separated her cxxt from the Tiger skin covering of the chair below the little black skirt.
’You have lived all over the world, Chinese and American parents, born in Japan,’ he raised an eye brow at that, but she knew her US citizenship papers were a 100% secure as was her passport and travel history- they had cost enough. ‘ Mother a Chinese student in Tokyo and father a US Marine, orphaned at a very young age and raised in various Catholic orphanages in Japan, and a scholarship student to Cal Tech.’
She smiled and nodded - Sold by her Chinese mother to a Yakuza brothel, then on to a criminal school where every day was a fight. Somehow she had left that off from the university resume. The scholarship had been to assassinations and espionage via a Yakuza Hachimans son’s addiction to having sex with her till she passed out, though in truth she was also addicted to him… and still was, as he was to her. She was also Japanese/Chinese, but the African American fiction worked better with her plastic surgeries created mixed Oriental/African face and dyed milk chocolate skin colouring, necessary to cover a body, that though perfect was covered from head to toe with the scars of old injuries, and a face on a thousand hired killers phones. She was now a newly minted by surgery and cosmetics Afro Asian hottie.
‘And your unfortunate car accident has delayed your university entrance for two years;
For some things her fake smiled slipped - The noose tightening as it cracked bones in her neck, the blood frothing on her lips as she kicked naked and sweaty while the crowd cheered on her best friend as she whipped at her burst tits and abused clit while screaming for forgiveness for murdering her. Spinning into blackness was the last thing she remembered before waking up in traction 18 months later.
She plastered on a smile and shook out her hair, and she could see the man’s eyes catch site of the blue snake tattoo that danced up her back and neck. Sexy was what the tattooist had said when he had finished its tail, having wrapped it around her waist to disappear into her black trimmed Brazilianed cunt. However it’s true purpose was much more serious, it covered up the scars of multiple operations to correct her neck and fix her back so she could walk again.
‘Your only family is an uncle and aunt living in Germany’.
‘Yes,’ she nodded and smiled- No, she had a son, now nearly four years old living with foster parents in Osaka. For him she had fled her lovers enemies, hidden as a drug addict, a pregnant, penniless teen in Bangkok, and had become involved in the most nasty infamous fight pits in the whole of Asia. To get out of that racket alive and save a child from death she had killed the whole gang, and stolen enough money to buy herself a new identity in Europe, and her child a safe foster home where his father could keep an anonymous eye on the new heir to his grandfather’s criminal empire .
‘Your course modules are specialising in Marketing and Management in Sports and Fitness and a secondary specialism in Coaching and Marshal Arts.’ He flicked over a few pages’ And I see you have already done a six months placement in a sports franchise in the Philippines’ Her smile broadened and she nodded vigorously- six months on the underground masked professional MMA circuit, when her money and welcome in Europe had run out, fighting topless to brutal finishes in front of baying arena crowds. She had been lucky and only lost once, needing a month’s hospitalisation, while from her other five fights she had hospitalised three women, retired one, and put one in the morgue. That was her mistake, killing the venomous ‘Old Devil’ had made headlines for the ’Silver Angel’ and had forced her to flee again back to Europe.
‘So you were hospitalised in Germany’, that at least was true, a payment of a debt of honour by a rich German couple had saved her from a Turkish fight pits normal solution to disposal of irreparable damaged goods, the furnace, and of course preferably while still alive and conscious, as there were paying customers even for that treat.
‘Could you kindly wait outside while we discuss our decision’, the old letch crooned across at her.
While waiting to be called back into the interview room she clicked on her phone, keyed in her personal code and started watching a MMA no rules contest, recorded last month at the universities own underground arena. Two fighters, oiled and naked except for cobra gloves and foot wrappings, glistened under the flood lights. A black American was struggling to fight on against a Chinese bitch who had already dislocated her arm and closed one eye. They were locked in struggle, standing in the middle of the fighting mats, the smaller naked fighter spinning her screaming foe in a circle relentlessly pounding in punches into the already cracked ribs and crushed left mammary of her taller foe while locking on to her foes twisted super extended left arm , pushed up her sweaty back nearly passed the ebony fighters right shoulder. The American was struggling to stay on her feet or face the threat of permanent damage to her arm, and being stomped into oblivion. Finally her free right hand managed to grope its way down the scratched and ripped butt cheeks of her Chinese enemy to plunge two red hardened and sharpened nailed fingers into the pert ass of the smaller teenager. The Chinese girl stopped in her tracks shrieked in shocked agony at this violation, and jumped away from the tall battered black women, blood dripping from her shitter.
However she was determined to finish the champion who over the vicious ten minutes of extreme combat she had so far completely outclassed. She again closed with her bigger ebony foe but the longer legs of the Karate trained American smashed a foot into the bare and battered pit of her stomach, sending her staggering back, blood erupting from her mouth as she spat out a spray of gore. The Chinese fighter’s whole body was a tapestry of bruises and welts but so far she had managed to avoid any crippling shots from the heavier women, but her she guts now felt ruptured. The American staggered after her and tried to kick again, but this time her attack was easily avoided as her smaller foe who swayed out of the path of the leg strike and then punched hard into the knee joint of the muscled oiled leg of the tall coal black women. She screamed and hopped once on her one remaining good leg but before she could even fall the Chinese girl put all her remaining strength into a swinging high kick. The heel of the Asians bare foot crashed into the skull of the other women sending a fountain of blood across the matted fighting zone, and she was already dropping into coma as her nude bloody, crippled body fell shaking and spasming to the floor while the crowd of watching, mainly Chinese students, cheered their new champion.
Well over 80 % of the students at the International University were Chinese, and to have the 21 year old ‘Mahogany’ as champion of their own student Kumite had been a great insult, she had crushed all contenders at the termly tournaments for nearly two years, until being retired last month by Li Chu, a 19 year old Wu Shu trained warrior.
She closed the link as a tall very pretty Chinese woman in her early thirties came to fetch her, but then carelessly brushed against one of the vases set on the table. While the secretary gasped and stepped back as the priceless ornament she had dislodged headed for the marble floor, long dormant reactions kicked in and dropping the phone on her lap she snatched the vase up just before disaster. The secretary stood back with a cats smile and mockingly clapped her ‘save’, she had obviously just passed an unofficial test. Her reactions though damaged and destroyed two years ago were now slowly returning, as were her instinct to smell a bitch when she saw one. The older cat looked her over appraisingly, but showed no sign of recognition, so far her cover had held.
The principle of the college flicked through the references, all fake, the fee payments all paid, which was what he really wanted to check.
‘So you will live on campus,’ he stamped the forms and gave her a big ‘sex next time please’ smile, while she was ushered out of the room by the purring older cat.